Author's Note: Yes finally I have the next part ready. I've had this part for what a month? Any who with school I've been VERY busy so here you all go.
The Sultan's Love Part 3
Quatre smiled as he listened to Shalizar's story about her lessons. He loved these nights were he had dinner with his children. No one but him and their smiling faces. He was grateful for the break from his court. He was even more grateful to Aja who had started this idea. She had told him it was important for him to interact with the children. He agreed remembering growing up without seeing much of his father.
He looked over at Jade and saw her smiling at him. "Do you have something to tell me Jade?"
"No daddy. I'm just looking at you." Jade smiled even more. Quatre chuckled. "Oh I see. So how was your lessons today Raberba?"
The boy looked up at his father. "Fine."
Quatre raised an eyebrow. "Really? According to the Lady, you failed to attend half of them. Where were you?"
Raberba shifted in his chair. "Um... no where."
"Your lesson are very important, son. You can't just skip them. Even though I know how much you want to."
"Father..."
"I do. I skipped a few too. So where were you?"
"Mommy's room." Jade answered cheerfully.
Quatre's head swiveled to his youngest eye wide. "What?"
"Jade." The other two growled at the same time.
"He was in mommy's room. We all went there before. Raberba likes it there. So do I, but I don't want the nice man to get into trouble."
Quatre blinked, he couldn't believe his children had been in Aja's room. He had the room locked and only allowed Duo, Hilde and Dorothy in there to clean. He looked back at the older two who had their heads bowed. "Is this true?"
"Father please..." Raberba started.
"We miss her." Shalizar finished.
Quatre sighed and closed his eyes for a second. "I know you do but her room is off limits. Please don't..." Quatre stopped and thought about what else Jade had said. He looked at her. "What nice man?"
Jade smiled up at him. "The one with the long hair and pretty eyes. You know daddy, the one I saw in your room that one night." Jade paused for a second. "He's not going to get into trouble now is he?"
Quatre smiled at her. "No he won't be." Quatre sat back. "I know you want something to remind you of your mother. If I promise to find something for you, will you stay out of the room?" The three children nodded. "Good. Now then you will all continue your classes and no more skipping."
~*~
Quatre sat in his chair in his room reading. Well, trying to read, his mind kept roaming. It had been three months since Relena came to his harem. After six weeks she finally started to fully behave. Even though he could still see she was still trying to resist. He didn't call on her very often. It didn't matter.
"Quatre?"
Quatre looked to the door that led to his harem room. He smiled. "Hello Heero."
"You asked for me?"
"Yes." Quatre got up and walked over to him. He slid his hands up Heero's chest and around his neck. He leaned up and kissed Heero on the lips. Heero's arms encircled his waist and pulled him closer.
Heero opened his mouth and Quatre's tongue dived in. His hands running down Heero's arms and placing them on his shoulders. His hands then rested on Heero hips pulling Heero even closer. He rocked against Heero and revealed in the hardness.
"Bed." Quatre gasped out. He started pulling Heero to the bed.
"Massage?" Heero groaned out.
Quatre moaned. Heero gave the best massages. And the sex that followed was always earth shattering. "Yesss." Quatre hissed as Heero picked him up and carried him over to the bed.
Heero quickly removed Quatre's clothes and laid him on the bed. He then stripped himself. Heero went to the dresser and picked up a small ceramic jar. He turned and joined Quatre on the bed.
Quatre was laying on his stomach waiting for Heero. He felt the bed shift and then Heero straddle his legs. Quatre moaned as Heero's strong fingers began to massage his shoulders. Soon Heero's hands drifted lower.
Quatre moaned again, Allah he loved it when Heero gave him massages. And when his back is done Heero will massage his chest. That's what Quatre liked best. Heero would ride him and he'd watch the normally closed off man show all his true colors. Allah, Heero was gorgeous.
~*~
The Sultan was bored. Same old problems came up in his court. This person took that person's land or whatever. One court member wanted to raise the tax. Others wanted to cut the taxes. Treize suggested leaving it alone. It was boring. The Sultan could think of other things he'd rather be doing. Being with his children came to mind. Or in the harem.
"How many more Treize?" The Sultan asked, voice devoid of boredom.
"The last is here. It seems a traveling group has failed to pay taxes. And members of the group have caused harm to your people." Treize answered.
The Sultan watched as a tall man with dark hair and a bread and mustache. He wore a red jacket and black pants and boots. It was a style the Sultan had never seen before. With the man were what the Sultan assumed were members of his group. The Sultan's eyes were drawn to a younger man who was tall, lean and had unusual hair that fell over half of his face. They were all chained, even the women. There were children in the back of the great hall guarded by his soldiers.
"Explain." The Sultan commanded.
The man in red bowed his head. "Sire, I didn't know. No one told me about dues."
"Taxes are due by anyone who has something to sell to the Sultan's people." Treize said calmly.
"But we aren't selling anything."
"Do you not entertain people?"
"Yes but..."
"And do you not expect them to pay to see this?"
"Yes."
"Then you are selling something to the Sultan's people and you must pay a tax."
The Sultan saw the man's shoulders sag. "What of my people, Treize?" This was what the Sultan really wanted to know about.
Treize nodded. "Members of your group attacked citizens of these lands."
"THEY ATTACKED US FIRST!" A young woman yelled. She had shorter curly light brown hair.
The man with his hair in his face pulled on the chain pulling her to him. "Catherine, don't."
"They DID! We were only protecting ourselves!"
"It seems she has a sharp tongue." The Sultan said calmly.
"Is there any truth to her words?"
Treize looked up at the Sultan. "The men in question stated that the group attacked first..."
"THAT'S A LIE!" The young woman, Catherine, yelled again.
"However a witness who wishes to remain anonymous, stated that the men did corner a woman. Those of the group came to her rescue."
"Than we cannot blame them for harming my people as my people harmed them first." The Sultan said.
"Not entirely." Treize said. "It seems they went a little overboard. A few of your people are under day and night watch by healers. And two are dead."
The Sultan raised an eyebrow. Death was a bad thing. "You will pay twice the amount of taxes due. And you will give up two of you group."
"WHAT?!" Catherine yelled.
"And I think you will be one of the two." The Sultan said.
The woman paled and leaned into the man beside her. The Sultan looked over the rest of the group. He knew whom he wanted but he wanted to make sure there wasn't another as tempting as the banged man. "And I think the man next to you will do nicely." The Sultan said. "Guards, remove the others."
The throne room was emptied of all others. The Sultan, Treize, a few guards and court members and the Sultan's two new slaves remained. "Send for the house head. I think this woman will do nicely there."
Treize nodded. "And the male?"
The Sultan looked at the man and then at Treize. "To the harem." The Sultan then stood and walked out.
Catherine gasped. She thought she would wind up in the harem, never her brother. She looked to him. He stood still, almost like he was in shock. No doubt he didn't think he'd wind up in the Sultan's harem. Catherine placed a hand on his arm. Neither said anything.
The head of the house was an older woman with graying hair pulled back into a bun. She was plump and walked with an air of authority. She walked up to Treize and bowed. "You sent for me?"
"Yes, the Sultan has acquired a new slave. She will be under your care."
"Yes sir." She turned to Catherine. "Your name?"
"Catherine."
"A pleasure, I am Sandra. You will obey orders given to you. Please follow me." She turned and started walking away. Catherine looked at Trowa and hugged him then slowly followed Sandra.
Treize looked at Trowa. "Follow me and I'll show you to the harem."
Trowa only nodded and followed. He felt numb, very numb. He glanced around a little bit. The palace was quite beautiful. But somehow the beauty was lost to him. He really didn't want to be in a harem. In fact the idea scared him to death. He walked into a larger room with cloth draped everywhere and pillows littered the floor. There were potted plants and indoor fountains. He looked at the others in the room. Six pairs of eyes were staring at him all with varying degrees of emotion.
"The Sultan has acquired another. Please make him welcome." Treize turned and left.
Trowa stood still staring at the others. They were hardly dressed and size him up. One man with long chestnut hair smiled at him. The girls all waved at him. And one man glared at him. Finally a man with black hair and onyx eyes walked up to him.
"I am Wufei." He bowed. Trowa nodded not sure where his voice had run off. Wufei raised an eyebrow. "We need to get you cleaned up and dressed correctly. Follow me."
Trowa followed and did everything he was told to do. Arguing would be pointless. As it was his group got off easy. He thought for sure the Sultan would have had them put to death for killing two of his people. So in his mind Trowa felt he was saving the lives of the women and children. But he had to admit he was a little afraid. He had been with a man before. Hadn't really thought about being with anyone for that matter. Now here he was wearing sheer pants and nothing else.
"He's not that bad." Wufei said to him. Trowa blinked.
"He's very kind and gentle." Trowa nodded and looked out the window. Wufei sighed. "Could you at least not sit at the window?" Trowa looked at him in confusion. Wufei shock his head. "We have to watch Duo." He said in a whisper. "I don't want have to worry about you too."
"You think I'll try and kill myself?" Trowa asked.
Wufei's jaw practically fell off. "You talk!"
Trowa looked at him strangely. "Of course I can talk."
"I am sorry, but you haven't talked since you got here."
Again Trowa just looked at him. "Yes, like that. You're worse than Heero."
"Which one is Heero?"
"Aa yes I guess we skipped that. Hilde is the girl with short hair, Dorothy long blond and Relena has the honey blond hair. Duo is the one with long hair. Heero is the other watching him."
"Why?"
Wufei sighed. " When Aja died Duo took it the hardest. They were very close. Now instead of him laughing and smiling, he sits by the window and stares out it. One night Heero found him standing on the ledge. Scared us all. And don't even think of telling Quatre. He doesn't need to know about that."
"Quatre?"
"The Sultan. He wants us to call him by his name."
"And Aja was?"
"Quatre's first. She gave birth to his children. Just so you know Relena is out to replace her. She's not really our favorite. Quatre doesn't call on her much. Dorothy likes play mind games on Relena. She seems to be fitting in. She stopped complaining so she doesn't seem so bad anymore."
"So getting to know each other?" Hilde sat down and smiled.
"What do you want?" Wufei asked.
"Nothing." Hilde laid her head in Wufei's lap. "Just tired of listening to Dorothy and Relena. And Heero's never any fun and Duo..."
"I understand."
~*~
The Sultan laughed at his children's play. Jade came running up to him and jumped up into his lap.
"Hi!" She smiled up at him.
"Hello Jade."
"Do you want to play with us?"
"No I don't think so. Go play."
Jade frowned a little. She sat firmly in his lap. "I think you should play with us."
The Sultan chuckled. "Is that so?"
"Yes, then you might smile and then maybe you can make that nice man smile."
The Sultan blinked. Since Aja passed away, he didn't much like smiling or even living. His children and his people were the only reason he kept going. He didn't know his children noticed. He never wanted them to notice.
He sighed and pulled his youngest daughter into a hug.
"It's okay, papa." Jade patted his shoulder.
"It's not. I'm supposed to be strong for you."
"Oh, but you are papa. Raberba and Shalizar don't think you're sad."
He looked at his daughter. "Then why do you?"
"I watch!" Jade beamed up at him. "I see you look sad when you watch us play or at dinner. The nice man is always sad."
"What is it with you and 'the nice man'."
"He knew mommy. He said they were friends. I don't think mommy would want you to be sad. Or the nice man. He said mommy wanted him to read to us."
He blinked. "Jade when did you talk to the 'nice man'?"
"Oh he didn't really talk to me. He was talking to the other man. I heard them talking when we were in mommy's room." The Sultan sighed again; he couldn't get upset with any of them. His children, they only missed their mother. And how was Duo to know the children were in the room.
~*~
Quatre sat in his chair in his chambers. It was his favorite chair; big enough for two to sit wrapped around each other. He had it made when Aja had become his first. She had laughed and thought is was the best gift he could give her. He closed his eyes in burrowed further into the chair. The newest member of his harem was going to be staying with him tonight.
Quatre closed his eyes for a moment. The man showed no sign of shock when Quatre said he would be in his harem. But then the handsome man didn't show much of any emotion. At least Heero would glare at people.
Quatre opened his eyes and saw the handsome man standing just inside the door. Quatre smiled, he looked even better in the gauzy pants that hung low on his hips and the see through vest that was a light shade of green. He looked very nice indeed. Quatre stood and walked over to him. Quatre had to looked up at him. He repressed the sigh.
"Your name?" Quatre asked trying not to drown in deep green eyes.
"Trowa, master."
Quatre raised an eyebrow. "Don't call me master. I hate that."
"I apologize, my Sultan."
Quatre frowned. "Don't call me that either. In my company, call me Quatre. You're not allowed to talk to anyone else."
Trowa nodded. He tried to calm himself, the Sultan was closer than anyone was but Catherine has been. He didn't look in the Sultan's eyes, he didn't want to. He didn't want to like the man.
Quatre took a hold of Trowa's hand. He ignored the jerk of the hand Trowa made. No doubt he was a little scared.
Quatre took him over to the bed and let go of Trowa's hand. "Normally, I would have you undress me, but not tonight." Quatre started to undress himself.
He finished and turned to Trowa, who was dutifully not looking at him. Quatre smirked and stepped closer to Trowa. He ran his hands up Trowa's stomach and chest slipping his hands under Trowa's vest. He slipped the vest off and run his hands down Trowa's arms. He couldn't help but kiss Trowa's chest.
"Scared?" Quatre asked softly.
"No... Ma... Quatre." Trowa answered.
"Nervous?"
"No."
Quatre chuckled. "You know you're not allowed to lie to me?" Trowa showed no change. Quatre sighed. "Your hand is shaking. That's how I know you're nervous. Or scared." Quatre turned and crawled onto the bed. "Remove your pants and join me."
Trowa pulled off his pants, overly aware that Quatre was watching his every move. He had lied. He was nervous and slightly scared. He'd never been with anyone, let alone a man. He climbed up onto the bed. Quatre was laying on his side head propped up with on arm. He was smiling at Trowa who sat on his knees.
"You're so graceful. I like it." Quatre said, his eyes roaming over Trowa's body.
Trowa could shake his head no. He never thought he was good looking. He kept his eyes on the blanket. He didn't want to look at the Sultan or rather Quatre. The others were happy with this life, but he doubted he ever would.
"You are. And very beautiful. Come closer." Trowa did as he was told. "Lay down." Again Trowa did as he was told.
Quatre leaned closer and ran his fingers along Trowa's stomach. "So beautiful." He looked at Trowa's face.
Quatre's eyes saddened, Trowa's own eyes were tightly closed. Quatre cupped Trowa's cheek. "Open your eyes." Trowa obeyed. "I will not hurt you. Have you ever been with anyone before?"
Trowa closed his eyes and shock his head.
"Talk to me, please."
"I have not."
Quatre closed his eyes and laid his head on Trowa's chest. "Am I really that frightening."
"No."
"I'm sorry I tore you from your home. But I had to do something as the Sultan. I will never harm you." Quatre sighed. "According to law, I have to claim you within the week. After that if you so desire I will never take you to my bed again."
"What?" Trowa blinked, unsure if he had heard right.
"Not that I really want to do that. You truly are beautiful."
"Is that all I am to you, just another body?"
"No. No one in my harem is 'just another body'. Each is very special to me. Each so different from each other."
"Why me and not Catherine?" Trowa couldn't help but ask. The question had been bugging him.
Quatre chuckled. "You don't know? You've been in the harem for most of the afternoon and you don't know?" Trowa said nothing but waited for the answer. "I like men better than women. Men are much more... delightful."
Trowa noted the huskiness Quatre's voice took as he talk. The feel of Quatre's breath blowing over his chest. He suppressed the shiver that Quatre was causing. He was about to ask something else when he looked down. Quatre's eyes were closed and breathing softly. He had fallen asleep in just few seconds. Wasn't the Sultan suppose to claim him and do terrible things to him?
TBC...
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