Shinigami's Song Part 4
"Hey boss! There is a holocube on your desk for you!"
"Hn?" Heero grunted as he walked into his office. Computer systems analyst wasn't a high profile job, but it certainly brought in the money. Flipping through some mail, Heero sat at his desk and picked up the holocube.
Pressing a few buttons on the small device resulted in a low pitched whirring and a miniature version of Quatre standing on his desk giving him 'the look'.
"Heero, I hope that this message finds you well. Unfortunately, this message is not just for pleasantries."
Heero frowned. Something had to be seriously wrong for Quatre to track him down, not only that, but he was using 'the look'!
"It has something to do with Duo."
At the sharp intake of breath, Heero realized that Roz had come up behind him and was listening in. Heero himself was mute. Something was seriously wrong, and it dealt with his Duo. ~Baka! You left him! He isn't your Duo anymore.~ But if Duo was the one involved... ~Why isn't he in the message?~
"Duo was recently admitted to the hospital for minor injuries, but on a routine blood test, traces of arsenic were found in his blood. Someone is trying to kill Duo, Heero, someone so good Duo didn't realize it. This person also got into his hospital room, left two death threats on two separate occasions while Trowa and I were in the hospital."
"We need your help. Duo has only agreed to one bodyguard, and you are the only one Trowa and I trust with this. We can be found at Winner Memorial Hospital on L2. Help us, Heero of Wing Zero, you're our only hope." With that the image faded away.
Heero stared at the little metal cube that had changed his entire life in under three minutes. There was really no question about it Duo needed him.
"Ninmu ryoukai."
~*~
Quatre looked at himself and Trowa in the mirror. They had found the old costume, and much to Quatre's chagrin, it still fit. The strapless top was padded to give the illusion of cleavage, and the bottoms pressed his stirring sex close to his body, all combined giving him a very feminine appearance.
As Trowa fastened a slave collar around his neck, Quatre licked his suddenly very dry lips. This was going to be fun.
Trowa tugged on the leash and Quatre happily followed, and when Trowa sat upon the bed Quatre obediently sat at his feet.
Glancing coyly up through his lashes, Quatre studied the perfection that was his lover's body. Tall and lean with exquisitely defined muscles that could never come from working out in a gym, only from hard physical labor and pushing oneself to his limits. His long brown hair fell carelessly over his face, obscuring one eye, and giving Trowa an extremely mysterious air. The only thing to mar this were some scars that marked his pale skin, but to Quatre, who had scars of his own, they only served to remind him of their past, what they went through, and how they survived. They only made him love Trowa more.
"What would you have me do... master?" Quatre played the submissive slave to the hilt, only allowing himself what he hoped was a small seductive smile.
"Dance for me, slave." Trowa's low husky voice issued his command. Quatre revelled in the effect he could have on his lover, even after the years they'd been together. He waited patiently for Trowa to release the leash before standing.
With a clap of his hands [1], the room was filled with the sensuous first notes of 'Taste of India', a song by an ancient band called Aero smith.
Slowly Quatre began moving his body to the music as he'd seen many dancers do. Every movement to seduce, every gesture to entice, every look intended to set Trowa on fire. In a sense, he was trying to make love to Trowa without even touching him.
The blonde boy had been watching Trowa surreptitiously from under heavy-lidded eyes so he saw the gesture when it was made. Two more claps [2] and the music halted.
He quickly returned to his lover's feet and looked up anxiously, "Did I please you, master?" He couldn't tell if his elevated breathing and heartbeat were because of the exertion... or because of Trowa. But the steady pressure the bikini bottoms were putting on is erection, that was definitely because of Trowa.
Trowa reached out a hand and cupped Quatre's cheek, brushing his thumb lightly over his lips. Then the blond boy was delighted to see one of Trowa's rare smiles.
"Quatre, my love, you've pleased me more than words can express." Then Trowa's smile changed into a mysterious smirk and he pulled Quatre's face up to his until they were barely a centimetre apart. "And you will continue to do so... slave."
The blonde boy instinctively put a hand on Trowa's chest to brace himself from the sudden movement. Then he felt rather than heard a very distinctive metal click. He looked down and, sure enough, his right hand was securely cuffed. Before Quatre could open his mouth to protest, Trowa picked him up and deposited him onto the bed. Quickly as his first hand had been shackled, Quatre's other hand followed. Now he was very handcuffed to the headboard, very vulnerable, and very turned on by the whole situation.
"Are you awake, slave?" Quatre opened his eyes, which he for some reason he couldn't remember, were closed... to see Trowa standing at the foot of the bed. A very naked Trowa. A very aroused Trowa.
"Y-yes Master!" Quatre's eyes widened as Trowa began crawling up the bed and over his body in an extremely predatory manner. He was instantly reminded of the lions that Trowa always had an affinity for, and this lion was slowly making his way up to Quatre's face.
Trowa gently nuzzled at Quatre's neck before whispering into his ear. "Good. Because I want your full attention." Quatre swallowed convulsively as Trowa traced his earlobe with the tip of his tongue, "Do I have your full attention?
TBC...
[1] Clap on!
[2] Clap off! Clap on Clap off... the clapper!
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