Disclaimer: I don't own GW, I'm poor. This story is for entertainment only. It has yaoi and lemon, if you can't deal, don't read. I am reposting this as I have edited and rewritten a few parts. I was unable to finish the Seduction fic. Sigh...so little time in life. Well hope you enjoy this one. Sorry.
Once upon a time there was a King and Queen who had no children. The King wanted a son more than anything and his wife knew this. After many years of trying, the Queen secretly summoned a witch to the palace. The witch agreed to insure a pregnancy on one condition. The boy must be named after her dead brother, Heero. The Queen agreed and two months later found her pregnant. The King, although he thought it odd, allowed his wife to name the unborn child. Things did not go as planned, however.
The Queen died in childbirth. Her son was healthy, strong, and beautiful, but the King rejected the child immediately. Perhaps he felt guilty.
If he hadn't insisted on a child, he might still have his beloved Queen. Instead, the boy was raised by the King's most trusted counsellor. A man named J. A man who had not a clue how to raise a child.
J never had children of his own and treated Heero like an adult. Any time Heero behaved like a child, J beat him. Over time, Heero became physically tough and emotionally dead. The young Prince found it better to kill what he felt rather than face the wrath of J. So it was that when the Prince faced his father for the first time, he seemed as dead as his mother.
No expression ever crossed the boy's face. He never laughed or cried. Never even smiled. It was very unusual for a sixteen-year-old child to be so cold. People told the King that when they looked into the Prince's eyes, all they saw was emptiness. For months, whispers spread that J had killed the Prince and reanimated the corpse. Heero was possessed. The Prince was a changeling. After eight months, the rumours began to turn very dark and the people feared both J and their Prince. The King had no choice. He called J to his private chambers.
What happened in that room is unknown, even to this day. The result was very gratifying for the populace. J was banished. Forever. For over a year, the King tried to undo the damage done by his advisor. He paired his son with the best of fighters and the prettiest of ladies. Maybe, Heero would make a friend or fall in love. It was all for nothing. While Heero spent time with those people, he made know effort to get to know them. Attempts at conversation met with stony silence and physical contact was met with a look so hostile and frightening, many of the recipients left the palace never to return.
So the year passed. In desperation, the King announced a royal ball to celebrate his son's eighteenth birthday. Nobles from all over the world were invited. Perhaps one of them could break through his son's chill or provide a way of doing so. Royalty were not the only ones with plans to attend the ball, however. In the city below the palace a group of men were planning. With all the people moving around during the ball, it would be an easy thing to sneak in. And then, the Royalty would learn a thing or two about reality.
The party was in full swing. Everywhere the King looked, people were talking, laughing, and having fun. Everywhere, that is, except where Heero stood. The young man stood beside a set of curtained doors that lead outside. His face was impassive, but his eyes warned people to stay away. Those eyes swept the room every so often, taking everything in and yet never looking interested in the least. The King sighed and surveyed his guests.
More than one kingdom had sent their Princes and Princesses in hopes of forming alliances. On the dance floor were Prince Quatre and Princess Dorothy. Quatre was a small, smiling blonde who seemed very kind and gentle. Dorothy was strong willed and fierce. Seeing the two of them together was different. A marriage between their two kingdoms would prove interesting. Too bad Heero had been rude to the both of them.
Near the buffet tables were two more Princes. Wufei and Trowa. These two young men were very silent and the King didn't think he'd seen them say anything all night. Well, they had exchanged greetings with Heero. Those two were far too much like the taciturn Heero. He would have to make sure they stayed apart.
A tall noble looking man seemed to have captured the attention of several Princesses. The King didn't remember inviting him, but it probably just his bad memory. The man had strange eyebrows. Still, the ladies liked him. Princesses Hilde, Une, and Catherine lead the ladies of his kingdom in fawning over the man, who in turn paid shameless compliment after shameless compliment to the women. It could have caused a problem with the other men, but this gentleman handled them with skill and ease. His entire manner made it impossible for them to be insulted. The King hoped he could talk with this Treize later. Maybe the man could help Heero.
The last two strangers to his kingdom were the Princesses Noin and her little sister Relena. Relena had actually gotten the King's hopes up. Most of the night she chased Heero relentlessly. Not the least upset or turned off by his lack of interest. Now though, his son hid behind the door curtains when she came around. The young man's expression turned even darker when he heard her voice and the King knew better than to push it right now. Later was another matter.
Heero on the other hand had found something of interest. Several times he had spotted a young man with a ridiculously long braid. Not that unusual maybe. After all, many members of Royalty were hedonistic. No, it wasn't the hair that kept Heero's attention; it was the way the other moved. Stealthy, avoiding the light and any guards. He moved behind people and ducked away when it looked like someone would see him. Heero was sure not even his father knew about this guest. The braid, as Heero had dubbed him, was slowly circling the room and would soon pass Heero. Then he would find out what was going on. One way or the other.
The more Heero watched him, the more entranced he became. The braid's eyes were violet and they seemed to glitter. A constant smile graced his features and Heero was shocked by the fact that it looked real. So few people around him really smiled. J never had. And the way he moved. So graceful. Royals moved with such pomp and formality.
Heero was certain the young man was stealing from the people he passed. His hands would dart out; gently, oh so gently, touching and then pulling away, usually with a sparkle to them. A sparkle that hadn't been there before. It was fascinating. There was something about this stranger and Heero was going to find out what it was.
Closer and closer, the strange dance brought the two men. When he was only a few feet away, Heero reached behind the curtain and opened the door. He would need privacy for what he planned. Once all was ready, the Prince turned his attention back to the braided dancer. Suddenly, a word appeared, unbidden, in his mind. Beautiful. It shocked the man so much he almost missed his chance. Fortunately, the thief paused in front of the curtain to survey the room.
Heero struck with amazing speed. He clamped a firm hand over the other's mouth and wrapped an arm around that slender waist. Before the startled thief could react, Heero had pulled him outside. There he shoved the mysterious young man against the wall and closed the door with one foot. Now he would have some answers. If only he could stop thinking about how good that soft chestnut hair felt against his bare hand.
Duo, meanwhile, couldn't believe his luck. It had been going so well. Treize was keeping the bubble-headed young ladies busy. This kept them from talking to Duo or asking any questions about who the young man was. The older women just ignored him. The men couldn't care either. Well most of them. A few tried to follow Duo with the strangest look on their faces. They had been easy to lose. And for once, Duo was following the plan perfectly.
While his older brother was upstairs, Duo worked the nobles. He never took anything they might miss. One earring only, or one ring. Not really valuable stuff. The people who lost those items would never think they had been stolen. After all, they went home with their best stuff in place and only one thing missing. It was perfect. Duo kept to the shadows and no one noticed his gentle touch or that anything was missing yet. All the items he had liberated were stored in a small pouch tied to the back of his belt. His jacket hid it with ease. Everything was going so great. Then he'd felt the arms.
Panic surged through him. A hand covered his mouth so he couldn't cry for help and the breath was knocked out of him as his kidnapper threw him up against a wall. All that fear was nothing, though, compared to what he felt as he looked the man holding him in the face. It was Prince Heero. Oh dear God! He was going to die. Horribly.
However, the prince didn't seem to want to hurt him. The grip he had on Duo was firm, but not painful. Yes, he couldn't move. Yes, the prince was looking at him funny. All true, and yet, there was no anger in Prince Heero's eyes. Finally, the royal spoke. His voice was rich and its undercurrents sent shivers down Duo's spine.
"You're a thief." A simple statement. One that could cost Duo his life. Heero removed his hand so the braid could talk. Did he ever.
"Um...a thief your majesty? Me? Do I look like a thief?" Duo continued to babble for several minutes. Heero had never heard anyone talk so much for so long about so little. It left him a little dazed. That voice was deep and melodious. Listening to it was soothing somehow. Like a calming spell. A spell? Heero snapped back to reality.
Without realizing it, the prince had loosened his grip on the thief. He roughly regrabbed both the other man's arms and pushed his against the wall again. Almost immediately, he regretted his action. The look of shock and fear on that heart-shaped face caused a twinge of pain in the one place Heero was certain no one could hurt him or reach. His heart.
"Who are you? The truth. I will know if you lie." He growled to cover up the sudden rush of emotion.
"D-Duo your majesty," the braid whispered and looked at his feet. The Prince really was insane. Not to mention strong.
"Look at me," Heero commanded.
Hesitantly, Duo obeyed. Frightened violet eyes met confused, angry cobalt blue ones. In the background music played. A slight wind brushed the palace. Inside the ballroom, people laughed and danced. None were aware of the little scene on the patio. Neither young man was aware of anything except two eyes.
It is often said that for each person in the world there is only one true love. Someone who holds half of a soul. When the two halves meet, anything is possible. At least that's the legend. Legends can be wrong.
Heero had years of experience controlling himself so it was he who first came back to himself. The first thing he noticed was a gnawing hunger. Not in his stomach. It took a few seconds to recognize where. His soul. Duo was a part of him. A vital part. Already Heero could feel changes inside of him. The part that J had destroyed, his heart, was once more alive. With a vengeance. Same with his hormones.
Perhaps the only good thing that J taught Heero was to be decisive. Once he made a choice, he acted on it, and Heero had made a choice. Slowly, he lowered his lips onto the lips of his captive. They were soft. Like his hair. He pressed into those lips harder and used his mouth to coax Duo's open. He slid his tongue inside that warmth. Duo tasted so good.
The young thief regained his senses to the feel of the Crown Prince French kissing him and grinding his royal hips into him. Duo's eyes grew wide. He knew his big brother did this sort of thing, but Duo wasn't interested in men. Was he? He'd been with women. Heck he was a teenager after all. But he'd never even looked at a man before. Not in that way. Duo grabbed the arms holding him and tried to push Heero away. No good. The Prince was much stronger than the young thief.
Sensations flooded through Duo. Heero's tongue in his mouth. The way it explored and tasted him. The constant grinding of Heero's hips against his. The way his body was responding to all those things. Duo was drowning. Both his mind and body sent conflicting messages. One calling halt, the other screaming more. He couldn't hit Heero; hitting a Royal was punishable by death. Didn't matter why you hit them. To make matters worse, or was it better, the longer Heero touched him the more his body drowned out his mind. Finally, the one causing all the confusion pulled back.
Prince Heero had felt Duo trying to push him away. Had he been hurting the thief? It never occurred to him that Duo might not feel the same.
"What's wrong?" Heero's voice contained a gentleness Duo hadn't thought the man could have.
"Please," Duo whispered, not much hope in his voice. "Please let me go." He needed time to figure out what happened here. What it all meant. Being a realistic young man though, he didn't have much hope his plea would be granted. Royals took what they wanted.
Heero leaned in and began to lick at Duo's neck, breathing deeply. The thief had his answer. Maybe, Duo thought, if he was lucky, this Royal wouldn't hurt him too much. Too bad he didn't really believe that. He forced himself to relax and silently prayed for a quick end to this little game and that his brother and Treize never found out. Then something happened that turned Duo's world upside-down and shattered it.
Heero forced himself to stop tasting and smelling the delicious peasant. It was no minor feat. Everything inside him screamed to take Duo. Do things he couldn't even really define to the braided beauty. Savor his beauty, his taste and scent. But Duo had asked something of him. The request needed an answer.
"I don't want to," the Crown Prince said softly in Duo's ear, "but if that is what you want, I will. I swear on my life, Duo, I would never hurt you." No one had ever said such words to Duo before. Heero proved them true by releasing the thief's arms. For a second, two souls truly touched. The delicate moment was destroyed, however, when Duo's face twisted in shock and fear.
"Wait," he yelled.
Heero turned to see the source of this interruption. Something struck him on the side of the head before he could completely turn and the world went dark. The last thing he heard was Duo begging someone to stop.
Zechs had been having an extraordinarily good night. Not only did he find what the map with ease, but many of the rooms contained small items that a person could so easily misplace. Who would ever know they had been stolen and not left at home or fallen out in the carriage or any number of things? All he needed to do now was climb down the balcony, give the signal to Treize and Duo, and head home. Easy enough. A good plan that got shot to hell and back as he stepped out on the balcony.
Two shadows were moving right next to the damn space he had intended to drop. Merely annoyed at first, blinding rage soon filled his mind when he recognized one of the people. It was Duo. Not enough to bother him really, but what was happening to his little brother was enough to drive him into a fit of murderous rage.
Duo was trapped against the wall. Pinned there by his arms. While Zechs couldn't see everything, he could see that Duo was struggling as his captor forced a kiss on Zechs' little brother. The bastard was going to pay. The blonde man had just started to quietly climb down from the balcony when he heard Duo's plea. "Please. Please let me go."
Zechs let go of the balcony and dropped the rest of the way. Once before, Duo had begged like that. Zechs and Treize swore it would never happen again. He was going to keep that promise. Landing catlike on his feet, Zechs pulled a small dagger from a sheath on his back. He reversed the blade and approached the Royal who dared lay a finger on Duo. The blonde thief planned to knock the assailant out and take him to a much quieter place for a little "fun" of his own. As he raised the blade, however, Duo actually tried to stop him. Zechs pulled the blow, just a little, and felt a great sense of satisfaction as the Royal crumpled to the ground unconscious. Only after the blow, when Duo was yelling at him to stop, did Zechs see whom he had struck. The Crown Prince of the kingdom. Oh shit.
"Zechs, go get Treize. We need to get out of here. Now." Duo was right. They had to go. He used the same door Heero had earlier and began looking for his lover. He was easy to find. As always. Treize was a consummate noble. He looked, acted, and even spoke like a Royal. Having good looks didn't hurt any.
It only took a second to catch the older man's eye. Treize could sense when Zechs was around. The look of worry and concern on the beautiful blonde's face forced him to leave more abruptly than he wanted. People might remember his sudden departure and connect it to whatever had upset his lover. Still, there was little that could worry Zechs. Usually, the source of worry was Duo. A quick scan of the room showed it empty of the little thief. Now that got the tall man moving.
"I am truly sorry ladies, but I have just seen someone I must speak with." Many of the women complained loudly. He wondered briefly how they would react if they knew the object of his affections, and his lover, was a man. "I will return if at all possible. Surely you must know I would choose you over an ugly old man any day." Several of the tittering hyenas fluttered their eyelashes at him. "However, a man must act." With a deep bow, he walked firmly, not quite fast, away. Quickly losing himself in the crowd, he made his way to Zechs.
"What? A complication?"
"You might say that." Zechs lead him outside.
Duo managed to stop the bleeding and even got the Prince to rest against the wall.
"I'm so sorry your Highness. He didn't know you weren't going to hurt me,"
"Hurt you?" Heero was still a little out of it.
"Royals take what they want Majesty. Whether you're willing or not."
That was as close as Duo had ever come to talking about what happened. At least the Prince would leave him alone now. Someone like him wouldn't want used goods. His reaction wasn't what Duo expected. The Prince's handsome face twisted in rage. His eyes went cold and dark.
"Who?" He demanded. "Who dared?"
Duo stared open mouthed at his Prince. Did he mean it? Was he concerned for Duo? Or was it just anger over knowing someone else had stolen what the Prince wanted to take? Duo opened his mouth but nothing came out. For once. He was too confused. Again Zechs ended the moment by appearing with Treize. The young man placed himself between his Prince and his family. He had to keep them out of this if at all possible.
Fortunately, Heero was in no condition to be moving around.
Treize took in the wounded Prince, the protective Duo, and the white as a sheet Zechs. Oh dear.
"Please tell me you didn't," Treize demanded of Zechs.
"He was attacking Duo," Zechs hissed. Treize looked to Duo.
"He was kissing me," the younger man admitted reluctantly.
Treize found himself caught in a terrible spot. His honor demanded the life on anyone who hurt Duo. The little thief was precious to him. On the other hand, if anything happened to the Prince, there was no place on the planet they could hide. The King would hire a witch, sorcerer, or worse to hunt them down. Who would take care of the orphanage then? The matter was decided for him, and by a most unexpected party.
"No one will find out about this." A firm voice told them. Everyone turned to see the Prince standing behind them. He seemed a little unsure on his feet, but his bearing screamed Royalty, Dignity, and Obey Me. I Am One Tough Guy. "I will tell everyone that I fell. There is no need for anyone to die over a mistake."
"And what would be the price of this little gift," Treize asked.
The Prince looked pointedly at Duo and then turned to the older men. Only to find himself interrupted.
"You can have anything you want, Your Majesty. Just please don't hurt my family." The offer took all three men by surprise. They all knew what Duo was offering. Heero had to swallow. His mouth had watered terribly at the images the calm pronouncement caused. It would be unsightly for a Prince to drool.
"No, Duo. I said I would not hurt you. I meant it. Taking you against your will would be hurting you." The Prince placed a gentle hand on Duo's cheek. "A face as beautiful as yours should only show joy, never pain." Turning to Treize and Zechs, he further shocked his audience. "I want the name of the creature who hurt Duo."
If eyes had been wide before, they were round now. This was the Prince? The guy rumors called emotionally dead? Cold? Zombie like? This guy?
"Your Majesty, I..." Treize was at a loss for words. Maybe revenge for Duo could occur.
"Heeeerrrroooooo." A banshee's wail cut the stunned silence.
"Oh, no. Not her," the Prince groaned. If she saw this there would no end to the confusion. There would be no way to hide what these men where. "Leave. Go before she finds us."
The thieves didn't need to be told twice. Heero watched them leave with a sense of regret. How could he see Duo again? Couldn't very well have the whole city searched. It would cause too many questions.
"Heeerrrooooo.....Wheerree arrree yoooouuuu?" Damn that girl.
Suddenly the curtain was pulled back and Princess Relena stepped through the door.
"Oh, Prince Heero," she gushed. "I have been looking for you everywhere." The young lady glomped Heero's arm and dragged him toward the light of the ballroom. When she got him into the light, however, the blood matting his hair became visible. Being a delicate, gentle, and fragile young woman, Relena let out an ear-piercing scream.
For the rest of the night, Heero was forced to repeat the story of what happened. How he had tripped and banged his head on the ground. No one else was there or involved. No witch was needed. Everything was fine. Finally the interrogation was over and Heero was allowed to go to bed.
Over the next few weeks a tale began to make its way around the palace and then down into the city. The story told of two longhaired shadows running away from the same area the Prince was found in. What could the dear boy have been doing with two women outside? Everyone agreed on the answer. No wonder the Prince had fallen. He must have been exhausted. Before a month passed, people began to treat their Prince entirely different. As far as they were concerned, the incident proved that he was a normal young man. The monster rumors were forgotten.
Neither Heero nor Duo knew about this yet. They were still asleep. In their dreams, the confusion of the day remained. Heero dreamed of Duo. Under him, sweating, calling out his name as he pushed deeper into that sweet flesh. He dreamed of the other's smell and taste. Craving it. By morning, the only thing the Prince could think of was pinning Duo to a bed, any bed, and exploring his body. By noon, he would convince his father to have another ball in a month. Duo would come. Somehow, Heero knew it.
Duo's dreams were also haunted. In them, the Prince touched him. Gently. He was showered with kisses and caressed. It was nothing like Duo's first time. Heero didn't hurt him. Instead, it felt good. Having Heero inside felt right. Duo willingly gave himself to his lover. Calling his name, arching against him so Heero could be further in, moaning. Duo awoke in serious need of a cold bath and certain that he would see Heero again. Someday soon.