It all started after he agreed to compromise to that Berudian prince, Hamid. He should've known better than to accept the gift but out of politeness, he accepted the ticket to some strange place called "The Palace." Quatre has thought that it was probably some type of vacation place and was rather glad at the time since he has finally found a nice place to go with Trowa. That was before he has decided to check out the place and find out what exactly is "The Palace" about.
Finally, Quatre gets tired of pacing and slumps down on a chair nearby. He buries his face in his hands in dismay. He has really gotten himself in big trouble this time. Quatre sighs as he recalls what has happened earlier yesterday...
"Quatre-sama," the attendant said. "we'll be arriving in ten minutes." Quatre noded in acknowledgement as he peered out the window again. The ride was boring to say the least. All he could see below him was a big desert, as if he hadn't seen enough of that in his life already. What kind of vacation place would be set in the middle of nowhere anyway? He wondered, but that was before something shinny caught his eyes.
There ahead, set in the middle of the desert, was a large white palace. Its white gleaming towers and columes shimmer in the air, intricate carvings of angels and demons decorated its outer walls and the doors. The windows frames were casted in gold, decorated by various gems. The Palace looked like some type of castles out of a storybook.
The attendants escorted Quatre out of the carrier and was led into the building by several neatly dressed servants. He felt strange from the way those servants looked at him, as if he was some kind of rare animal. He couldn't understand why this was the case. What, hadn't they ever seen a teenager traveling alone on vacation before?
The lobby of the palace was very grandly furnished. Expensive carpets paved the floor, a large chandelier hung from the high ceiling. The sun shinning through the multi-colored window panes gave the lobby a somewhat gothic and magical atmosphere. In the middle of the lobby were several large leather sofas, nicely arranged with a marble table in the middle. Quatre sat down on the sofa and waited as the attendants had asked him to. Various exotic drinks were presented to him but he shook his head in refusal. The place was certainly strange, it definitely did not look like a vacation place at all.
"Ah...you must be the sixth guest," said a voice from his right. Sixth guest? What was he talking about? Quatre didn't like the sound of that very much, sounded as if he was the sixth victim or something. He turned his head to find a man dressed in the white uniform similar to that of the servants, except this one wore a hat. Quatre supposed that the hat must meant a higher rank of some sort.
The man came toward him with a glossy black box in his hands. He opened the box and presented him a key with gold tassle. Quatre stared that the key, not knowing that all these meant.
"Oh I'm so sorry sir," the man continued. "you see, there are six guests and six keys for each of them. The different keys are claimed on a first come first serve basis. I'm afraid that this is the one that's left."
"Uh...sure, thank you," Quatre took the key out of the box and stared at it. Was this the key to his room or something? Why did it matter what color it was? What was with the other guests? For a moment Quatre had a sudden fear that this might be an OZ conspiracy. But if so, where were the other Gundam pilots? They would no doubt be here as well.
"This way please," the man said as he led Quatre through a corridor. The floor here was not carpeted, instead, it was polished. Footsteps echoed errily as they walked in silence. Quatre had to run to keep up with the man. He seemed to be in a hurry to finish his job. This was all way too strange, Quatre hoped that nothing bad would come of it. He shook the morbid thoughts away as they arrived at a door. The door was painted lavishly in gold, the man bowed to him and excused himself.
Quatre took the key out and fitted it through the hole. He turned the key and the door opened easily. What he saw inside amazed him. The decoration of the room was absolutely beautiful. The room was very big, well-lighted, with white and gold as the predominant colors. There was a skylight with stained glass in the ceiling. Lights streamed into the room in different colors, scattering strange lights onto the curtains. Then there were the crystals on the windows, the lights shone through them and created many rainbows inside the room. It was absolutely beautiful.
Quatre wandered inside, looking around at his surrounding. Well, this was certainly one big fancy hotel. But why just six guests? What was the use of having a hotel in the middle of the desert anyway? Quatre touched the bed spread absent-mindedly as he sat down. Silk and satin, how nice. Quatre closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He could just feel Trowa here with him, on this bed ... The very thought of Trowa was making his heart race. Quatre had always loved the way Trowa would kiss him, first on the lips, then on his neck; he loved the way Trowa would run his finger along his jaw and when-
Quatre's eyes snapped wide opened suddenly upon realizing another presence in the room. Standing before him was another boy. The boy was tall, definitely taller than both him and Trowa. This boy had shoulder length black hair, his light brown eyes watching Quatre with interests. He was wearing gold satin trousers complemented by a matching hat. On his body were numerous tattooes. For a moment he just watched Quatre in silence, his glance slowly turned from curiosity to that of interest and even lust.
"Um...hello," Quatre was the first to speak up. Why was there a boy in his room? Was this boy his roommate or something? It didn't make sense to have a roommate in a hotel like this. This just didn't make any sense to him at all.
The boy stared back at him for another few seconds before replying brightly, "Hello! Are you new?"
"New?" Quatre echoed. "I just got here with the key. Is this your room? If so, they must've made the mistake of assigning the same room to me. I'll clear it up with them right away." With those words, Quatre stood up and started toward the door. But before he reached the door, the strange boy grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him back. Quatre turned around in surprise. The boy grinned at him in excitement. Quatre swallowed uneasily at the boy's ethusiasm.
"Oh! I'm sorry! So that's who you are suppose to be," the boy exclaimed in realization and then laughed gleefully. "for a minute I thought you are another slave who has stumbled in by mistake!"
Slave? What was he talking about?
"My name is Trinket!" the boy talked excitedly. "Wow! I didn't expect my new master to be this young...and short too! I'm your sex slave! What's your name, master?"
Sex slave?! So that was what all these were about. No wonder that boy was dressed so strangely. Quatre felt nauseous at the prospect of this whole event. What on earth made that Berudian prince thought that he would be interested in having a sex slave?
"Master?" Trinket inquired with concern.
"Eh? I'm sorry Trinket, what did you say?"
"What's your name, master?"
"Quatre," Quatre replied uneasily. He didn't like this at all, nor did he like the direction this whole thing was taking.
"Quatre? Really?" Trinket asked in amazement. He stood there for a while before continuing. "You know, my previous master's name is Quatre too! But he doesn't like me very much, he never touches me." Trinket's lips formed a pout as he finished the statement. Not knowing what to say, Quatre just nodded his head in acknowledgement.
"Quatre-sama, is there something wrong with me?"
Quatre shook his head dumbly, still didn't know what to say.
"You see," Trinket began. "I only have little experience, I think maybe that was why my old master doesn't like me very much. He said he's not interested in boys. If he's not, then why was he here?"
"Uh...right," Quatre muttered.
"I mean, I may not be so good at certain things," Trinket continued. "I can dance very well, I can recite naughty poems, I'm very creative too!! And...oh! I can play musical instruments too!! Do you know how to play any musical instruments, Quatre-sama?"
"Violin."
Trinket beamed at that remark, maybe this master would like him after all. "Well, if you would like, you can touch me you know," Trinket suggested helpfully. "See these pants? Lemme turn around and show you. See these slits in the back, you can see my nice round bottom through it. Do you want to touch it huh?"
"Er...listen Trinket," Quatre said slowly. "I'm sorry ... but uh ... I'm not interested in this kind of things."
For a moment Trinket just stood there in silence. Then his lower lips started trembling. "You don't love me either?" he wailed. "You hate me too? Waaaaah~~~!!!"
Uh-oh... Quatre realized that he must've hit a nerve somewhere along the line. But what could he do? He was definitely not interested in this boy, in fact, he had no clue what this was all about until Trinket told him that he was Trinket's master. He managed to quiet him down after a few hours of coaxing. Quatre had made it clear to him that he was already committed to someone else but upon hearing the news, Trinket just burst out crying again. So that took Quatre another few hours of coaxing and convincing before Trinket decided to stop sulking and crying and go on to sleep, but not before he made Quatre promised him that he would return to visit him and find him another master.
So now here he is, stuck in this mess, all because he was too polite to refuse the gift from the Berudian prince. Quatre sighs as he maul over the problem again.
"What's wrong Quatre?" Trowa looks up from his lunch in concern.
"Huh? Nothing, Trowa," Quatre replies hurriedly and smiles. He avoids meeting Trowa's eyes and continues eating.
"Quatre..." Trowa starts.
"Okay okay!" Quatre interrupts. "I'll tell you Trowa. I do plan on telling you today anyways! Remember the trip that I told you about?"
"Yes? It's canceled?" Trowa asks. "That's all right Quatre, you don't have to feel bad, we can always go somewhere else."
"No, it's not that," Quatre replies. "I mean, I went and-"
"Oh you went alone?" Trowa comments. "That's fine too, I don't blame you if you don't want me around you all the time."
"Of course not Trowa!" Quatre remarks.
"So you haven't gone there yet?"
"No! I meant I don't mind you around me at all!" Quatre says in exasperation. "I want you to be with me all the time!"
"Well I almost spend every night in your room and we always-"
"NO!!!!!" Quatre snaps, his face flushed in embarrassment. "I'm not talking about sex!"
"Quatre, are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, I mean no. I mean..." Quatre sighs. "I mean about the trip, I went yesterday and I found out what the place is about."
"It's terrible?"
"Trowa, would you please let me finish?"
"All right, all right, I'm sorry." Trowa apologizes, Quatre sure is touchy today. Trowa picks up his cup and sips his tea slowly.
"Well, I went yesterday and the place was very nice. But when I walked into the room, I found a boy," Quatre takes in a big gulp of air and stares at Trowa in the eye. "and he ... he claims to be my sex slave."
Trowa chokes on his tea, his cup falls on to his clothes, spilling hot tea all over himself in the process. He jumps up from feeling the hot tea on him and accidentally pulls the table cloth along with him. The things on the table clatter on to the marble floor with a loud crash.
Quatre watches what has just happened with surprise. He has not expected such a reaction from Trowa. Trowa just stands there, his green eyes show confusion and shock from what he has just been told.
"Trowa!" Quatre exclaims in surprise and runs over to Trowa with a handkerchief. "You've spilled hot tea all over you. Look at the mess you've made. Are you okay? Did you get burnt?"
Trowa shakes his head in silence, still in shock.
"S...sex slave?" he asks.
"Yes, that's what I just said."
"He gave you a sex slave?!!!!!" Trowa demands.
"Trowa, he probably did it out of good intention and-"
"How could that be of good intention?" Trowa asks.
"Don't worry about it Trowa," Quatre pleads, trying to calm him down. "I didn't do anything with Trinket, if that's what you're worried about. You have to trust me!"
"Trinket? Is that his name?"
"Uh yes. Look Trowa, you know that I will never do anything to hurt you right?" Quatre explains. "You do know that I've never slept with anyone but you in my life! And...and I promised him that I'll get him a new master."
"You promised him what?!"
"Get him a new master."
"How are you going to do that?"
Quatre shakes his head. "I don't know."
"Let's go." Trowa grabs Quatre's hand and pulls him out of the dinning hall.
"Huh? Trowa, where?"
"Well if we're going to find him a new master, we need to know what kind of a person he is first right?" Trowa says.
"Trowa...."
"Hm?" Trowa looks at Quatre questioningly before realizing that Quatre has somehow gotten the wrong idea. He bursts out laughing upon seeing Quatre's flushed face. "No no no Quatre! I'm not talking about three-somes!!" Trowa almost falls over as he continues to laugh and walk at the same time, drawing attention to the servants around them. Finally, Trowa contains himself and continues, "You my dear, should give me more credit."
Trowa just never ceases to surprise him, Quatre thinks to himself. He glances over at Trowa, who is by no means mesmerized by the surrounding. Quatre can understand why anyone will be hypnotize by the grandeur of The Palace, it is truly beautiful. He is glad that somewhere on this planet there is still such a beautiful structure but unfortunately, it's been put into the horrible use of slavery and prostitution.
"Quatre, where?" Trowa asks him suddenly, snapping Quatre out of his thoughts.
"This way," Quatre motions Trowa to follow him. They go through the same dark corridor and arrives at that golden door. Quatre opens the door and peers inside, looking for Trinket. Surprisingly, Trinket is nowhere in sight.
"Trinket?" Strange, there's no sign of anyone in the room. Quatre hopes that everything is all right.
"So where is the boy?" Trowa asks.
"I don't know, I can't seem to find him." Quatre wanders around the room, looking everywhere for Trinket but with no success. Finally he stops in front of the bed and crosses his arms, trying to figure out where Trinket can be. Quatre is caught by surprise when Trowa suddenly comes behind him and wraps his arms around him.
"Wah! Trowa! What are you doing?" Quatre demands. "You scared me!"
"Sorry baby," Trowa whispers in Quatre's ear and carries him to the bed. "you know you don't have to go through all these troubles to get me into this room. All you need to do is ask instead of making up some stories about some sex slave."
"Trowa! I'm serious!" Quatre protests as Trowa places him on to the bed. "Trowa I-" The rest of the sentence is cut off as Trowa leans down and kisses him firmly on the lips.
"Since you're so stubborn about sex slaves," Trowa says with a grin. "is that what you have in mind for today?"
"Trowa..." Quatre starts to say something but changes his mind. Maybe Trinket has found himself a new master already. Since no one seem to be around, why not go along with Trowa's suggestion? Seems like a rather wicked idea.
"No objections? Good." With those words, Trowa bents down to kiss Quatre again. His fingers start to unbutton Quatre's shirt as he deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into Quatre's open mouth, exploring and teasing him. He pushes the shirt off Quatre's shoulders and starts to rain kisses over the exposed skin. Trowa sucks lightly at the flesh, then harder, his teeth grazing the tender skin, leaving marks along the shoulders and the neck. Quatre arches his back in response to Trowa's touch, his arms come around Trowa's neck, pulling him closer. But Trowa shakes off Quatre's arms and instead starts to untug his turtleneck. He brings it over his head and drop it on the side of the bed.
Quatre's hands move to remove Trowa's belt but instead Trowa grabs both of his hands and put them over Quatre's head on the head rest. He gives Quatre a wicked grin and undo the belt himself.
"So who's going to get tied up?" Trowa asks him, though the answer is already clear. He fastens the belt around Quatre's wrists and tied them on to the head rest. He then leans down and kisses Quatre's ear, his tongue coming out and traces the intricate crevice of his ear shell before whispering to him. "You're completely at my mercy, slave."
Quatre can't help but laugh at that last remark, it sounds so strange for some reason. He gasps as he feel Trowa's finger on his nipple, drawing lazy circles around it, and then follow by a light pinch. Then there is Trowa's mouth on the other, tonguing it and sucking it, his teeth grazing at the sensitive skin. He moans softly as Trowa continues from the ministration. Neither of them noticing that there is someone else in the room.
Trinket stares wide-eyed at the spectacle before him. His master is having sex with another boy! The other boy has brown hair and strange hard-looking bangs that sticks out as if it can poke someone's eyes out if not carefully avoided. Trinket feels a pang of jealousy in him as he sees his master writhing on the bed, moaning in ecstacy under the onslaught of the other boy, the intruder. But as much as he dislike the latter, Trinket has to admit that the other boy has a very nice body, he seems taller than Master Quatre, he has lean, taut muscle on his body, and that buttocks, small and tight... Trinket can feel something stirring in his pants as he watches on behind the curtains.
Trinket wants to walk out from the curtains to stop the boy from making love to Master Quatre. After all, Master Quatre *is* his master, and he dislikes the other boy for stealing his master's affection away from him. But Trinket finds that he cannot bring himself to move from the spot, for he is too absorbed and mesmerized by the love play that is taking place. His hand subconciously slips inside his pants and starts to caress his member, his breathing becomes in sync with that of the couple on the bed.
Trinket's eyes open even wider as he sees what the couples are doing on the bed. He almost gasps in shock when he sees the other boy pulling out his erected cock. He has *no* idea that it can get that big and that hard. Trinket wets his lips as he sees Master Quatre sucking on it and the other boy making wanton moans as he straddles above Master Quatre. How he wishes that it is him who is on that bed. This is all so exciting for Trinket, for he has never seen anyone making love right before his eyes. He is now the voyeur, watching a rather erotic episode.
Quatre utters a sound of surprise when Trowa suddenly pulls his cock away from his mouth. He stares at Trowa questioningly, it is rare for Trowa to stop so suddenly that for a moment he is worried that something's wrong. He realizes what Trowa is about to do when Trowa lifts up his legs and places them over his shoulders, then without previous preparation by stretching Quatre with his fingers nor putting in lubricants, Trowa thrusts.
Trinket almost cries out with Quatre when he sees what happened. Won't that hurt a lot to do that? Trinket wonders. His first time was used with lubricant and even then it hurts. Trinket decides that Master Quatre must be very brave. This makes Trinket likes Quatre even more, but then there's the other boy, sure, Trinket doesn't like the fact that the odd-haired boy is penetrating his master but then he enjoys watching the whole scenario. Trinket is so excited by the fucking that he is chewing on to the curtains without even realizing it. His hand is pumping his penis faster and faster as the couple on the bed is approaching climax. Finally, Trinket hears their sound of release and for a moment is frozen in his act by the fanstastic spectacle of his master's semen spraying into the air.
Trowa slips out of Quatre and unbind him before collapsing on top of Quatre. He licks a path up Quatre's neck and kisses his ear.
"Too bad I can't find any chains and whips here," Trowa teases. "they would've come in very handy for this occasion."
"Trowa!" Quatre exclaims, shocked to hear such a thing coming from the usually reticent and reserved boy.
"I'm only joking my dear, of course unless you really want to try them."
"You..."
Trowa laughs when he sees Quatre's red face, he nuzzles at Quatre's neck and kisses him again. The two continue laughing and kissing, their limbs entangled. Trinket on the other hand, is still trying to achieve release. He is breathing faster and faster as he sees the two kissing passionately. Trinket is pulling on to the curtains as he bites on them in the heat of achieving his climax. Finally, he comes all over his hands, a small cry escape from his lips as he do so.
Quatre's eyes snap open suddenly when he hears the sound. It sounded like a cry and it comes from the far end of the room. He sits up suddenly, breaking the kiss with Trowa and banging heads with Trowa in process of doing so.
"Ow...sorry Trowa...sorry," Quatre mutters, keeping his eyes at that one spot in the room the whole time.
"What's wrong?" Trowa asks as he rubs his forehead, a bit disappointed. He then follows Quatre's gaze to the other side of the room. There seem to be nothing but curtains there.
"Who's there?" Quatre calls out, his voice trembling a bit, and that's when Trowa sees a pair of feet sticking out underneath the curtains.
"Come on out!" Trowa orders. The curtains shift a bit and out steps Trinket. How surprise Trowa is when he sees another person in the room, he glances at Quatre out of the corner of his eye and finds that the blond boy's face has turned to a bright shade of red.
"Trinket?! Wha...." Quatre stammers. "how did you get in here?"
"This is my room, Quatre-sama," Trinket replies, his eyes on Trowa. "who's that? Another slave?"
"Slave?!" Trowa exclaims. "Look who's talking."
"I don't know who you are but how dare you take my master's affection from me?!" Trinket accuses Trowa, his eyes beaming with jealousy. Trowa returns him with a cold stare and ignores him.
"You master's affection? It just happens that Quatre is in love with me, and I am not a slave!" Trowa retorts as he climbs out of bed.
"Um...Trowa..." Quatre starts to interrupt.
"Let me handle this," Trowa cuts him off, challenging Trinket.
"But Trowa!" Quatre says again.
"Quatre, you stay out of this."
Quatre can't believe this, those two guys are fighting over him and he doesn't even have a say in the matter?! Frustrated, he starts to climbs out of the bed himself before realizing that he is still naked, his clothes strewn about in the room, and so are Trowa's clothes.
"Trowa! You are still naked!" Quatre says aloud before he can stop himself.
That remark seems to have an effect on both Trowa and Trinket. For Trowa immediately reaches for his jeans while Trinket dives toward Trowa's clothes, scoopes them up and runs away with them. Trowa growls and runs after the taller boy, leaving Quatre on the bed, staring at them in shock.
"Give my clothes back to me you impudent slave!"
"No!" Trinket retorts, still running around the room with Trowa's clothes. "I'm not giving these things back to the person who comes between master and me!"
"Why you...!!!"
"Both of you, stop it!!!!!!!" Quatre yells, finally getting them to remember his existence. "Trinket, give them back to Trowa."
"But master..."
"Now!" Quatre cuts him off. Trinket gulps and returns the clothes to Trowa reluctantly. Trowa gives him a good glare before putting on his clothes. He then picks up Quatre's clothes and hand them to him.
"Oh master, lemme put them on for you," says Trinket as he rushes toward Quatre.
"Hey!!" Trowa barks at him. "Keep you paws off Quatre!!"
"Uh...Trinket, it's quite all right, I can take care of myself just fine. Thanks anyway."
Trinket steps back and glares at Trowa in anger. Who does this boy thinks he is anyway? Stealing his master affection and attention like this. This is his master, that's so unfair.
After putting on his clothes, Quatre remains seated on the bed and glances at Trowa, then at Trinket, and back at Trowa again. He sighs.
"We need to talk," Quatre says gravely. "look Trinket, I'm sorry about this but you see..." Quatre pauses, he doesn't know how to break this to Trinket.
"Master, you've already told me that you're committed to somebody, please don't tell me that this rude person here is the one," Trinket glares at Trowa again as he speaks. Trowa glares back at him coldly, murder written in his eyes.
"Actually...that's the one. This is Trowa, Trowa this is Trinket." Quatre mutters, feeling extremely awkward. "Trinket...I promise you that I'll get you a new master and-"
"Oh no!" Trinket gasps in horror. "Don't tell me it's him!"
Trowa frowns but doesn't say anything. No point in bothering himself with someone like that, he figures.
"Actually no, Trinket," Quatre explains. "but I promised you that Trowa and I will find you a good master."
"But you said that yesterday too and I still haven't one!!!" Trinket wails. "You all hate me, I'm not loved. I suck! Waaaaaaaaah~~~~"
Trowa groans in dispair as he tries to shut out the horrible crying generated by the whiny sex slave while Quatre looks on with dismay, not knowing what to do. Finally, Trowa speaks up, "Look, I promise you I'll get you somebody by tomorrow night. Just leave us alone."
"Trowa! That's mean!" Quatre exclaims. He glances worriedly over to Trinket, afraid that he'll cry again but instead finds the boy beaming excitedly at Trowa.
"Really? You really promise? Tomorrow night? Huh? Huh?"
"Yes," Trowa mutters. He grabs Quatre's hand and pulls him up from the bed. "Come on Quatre, we need to find him the master."
"Trowa, that wasn't very nice," Quatre scolds. "lying to him like that and leaving him behind."
"Who says I'm lying?" Trowa asks.
"You..." Quatre's eyes widen, "you are really going to get him a master?? Who? How?"
Trowa gives him a secretive smile and holds up a folder in front of him. He hands it over to Quatre. "This is what I've found after bribing Hiro to hack the OZ computer system. That guy's a genius, he hacked it in no time."
Quatre skims through the files and looks up again, "These are Treize's biographical files, what does that have to do with finding Trinket a master. Don't tell me you're going to get Treize for Trinket's master!"
Trowa laughs and hands Quatre another folder. "Actually, Hiro has found more data from various sources. Look at this one, it's rather interesting."
Quatre opens the folder and reads through an assortment of articles that ranges from tribal groups to slave trades, from art to history and finally... Trinket!
"You got to be kidding..." Quatre remarks. "are you sure this is ..."
"Of course I'm sure," Trowa answers. "especially when Hiro's the one hacking for the info. Small world, Trinket's actually Treize's long lost distance relative."
"So...what?"
Trowa smiles slyly and heads toward the door. "Leave it to me, I'll take care of the details," Trowa says as he exits. "I'll be right back in ten minutes, and when I get back, I would like to see you on the bed and ready to go." Trowa gives Quatre a suggestive smile before vanishing out the door.
"Another mission, I see," Heero says as he looks at the instruction.
"Right," Trowa answers. "You go there, screws him and I'll take the pictures, send them to Treize and drive him crazy. That should screw the OZ over."
"That all?"
"Yup, that's all man. I'll pay for the film if that's what you're worried about."
"When is this to be accomplished?" Heero asks gravely, his eyes studying the plan carefully.
"Tomorrow night," Trowa says casually. "Any questions?"
Heero puts the plan away and looks up at Trowa and replies in his usual monotone, "Ninmu ryoukai."
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