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GOLDEN
LIGHTS
by SilverLady
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PART FORTY ONE
Warmth. It
was the first thing that penetrated Duo's senses. A soft, gentle
warmth spreading across his back and neck.
Blinking sleepily, Duo turned his head to one side, trying to
sort out what was going on.
Then other things began to make themselves noticeable. The harsh
sounds of voices, the sharp smell of sweat, the lightly ghosting
of air across his neck.
With a low groan, Duo buried his face in the crook of his arm,
remembering what had happened.
"Well, well," a harsh voice cut through the air.
"Looks like our sleeping beauties are starting to
stir." Duo felt a foot probe his side. "Come on you
two, get up. You ain't done yet."
Duo felt a shudder run through the body that still covered his.
"Duo?" a confused voice whispered in his ear.
Duo was shoved more roughly. "Up. Now. I wanna see you fuck
blondie now."
Quatre whimpered softly as he slid off of Duo. They couldn't be
serious. Hadn't they done enough already? He couldn't believe
what had happened so far. How was he going to face Heero after
this? How was he going to look him in the eye and tell him what
he had done? That he had, for all intents and purposes, raped
Duo. And that, to his shame, he had enjoyed it far more than he
should have. Oh Great One, take me now.
But his fevered plea was ignored. He felt Duo stirring beside him
even as the words sank into his fogged mind.
"Duo?" he whispered.
Slowly, blue-violet eyes turned to look at him. There was
resignation in them, as well as a hint of sorrow.
"Just.." Duo closed his eyes then, not really knowing
what to tell the boy beside him. If he ignored the guards' orders
there was no telling what might happen to them. But if he
listened then he would be hurting the gentle boy that he valued
as a friend. How could he even consider doing what they demanded.
Because if you don't, then one of them will. Better it be you,
who can be gentle with him that one of them who will hurt him
just for the fun of it.
Duo winced at the logic of the voice in his head. He hated being
logical.
"Just relax," he whispered as he reached for the
blonde. "And forgive me."
*****
Richel jumped up in shock at the angry figure that stormed into
the office. "Sir?!"
"Where the hell are my slaves?"
"Sir?" Richel could only stare at the angry young man
in confusion. There had been several slaves brought in that day.
"Lord Trowa," a voice said behind him as Grendin walked
up. He had served on the guard for many years and recognized the
man immediately. "May I help you?"
Trowa turned angry eyes on the older man, causing the younger man
to sigh with relief. "I was informed that one of my slaves
and on belonging to Lord Heero were brought here. I want them
returned immediately. And I want to know why they weren't brought
directly to me when they were found."
"Lord Trowa, runaway slave are..."
"They weren't runaways. And no matter, they should have been
returned to me at once. I will handle any punishment that needs
to be dealt out."
"But they had no papers on them."
"Were they not asked where they belonged? I would think so
since someone came to me. Why weren't they brought along? What
harm would to unarmed slaves do?"
"But they could have been lying."
"So. They still should have been brought to me. I do not
appreciate my slaves being treated in such a manner." Trowa
drew himself up to his full height. He had been beyond furious
when he'd been informed that Duo and Quatre were being held at
the Guards Quarters near his home. And he'd been damn scared as
well, knowing full well what some guards would do to a runaway.
He hadn't even told Heero where there were, afraid of what his
reaction would be.
"My lord, I."
"Where are they?"
"This way, my lord. They are being held in one of the
detention cells."
"Lead me to them, now."
"Of course, my lord. Follow me."
Trowa followed the man down the hall, his eyes dark with anger.
If anything had happened to either one of them...
"If you don't start fucking blondie right this minute, I'm
gonna take that hank of hair and..." an angry voice suddenly
came from one of the rooms.
With a growl of pure fury Trowa shoved the door to the room open.
The sight that met his eyes had him seeing red. "What the
hell do you think you're doing?!" he roared. He had never
been so angry in his life.
It was hard to say who jumped higher, the guard that was reaching
for Duo or Quatre, who gave a high pitched cry of surprise before
ducking behind Duo. Even Duo was blinking in surprise at the
unexpected level of Trowa's roar. He'd never heard Trowa raise
his voice before.
"Get these two bastards out of my sight this instant,"
Trowa demanded, the level of his voice barely lowered. "And
I want them punished fully. How dare you allow such things to
happen?"
Grendin immediately grabbed the two guards and hauled them from
the room. "What were you two told about messing with the
slaves?" he demanded as they disappeared down the hall.
Trowa looked at Duo and Quatre. "Are you two all
right?" he asked, his voice calm.
He was surprised when Duo slowly sank to the ground as if his
strings had been cut. Burying his face in his hands he began to
rock slowly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he
murmured brokenly.
Trowa moved slowly forward, his noise detecting the sharp tang of
sweat and sex. "What happened?"
Quatre looked at Trowa fearfully, trying not to hide himself in
shame. "Master, I.."
Trowa grabbed a blanket and handed it to Quatre, then took
another one and wrapped it gently around Duo's shaking shoulders.
"Just tell me what happened. What did they do to you?"
"I'm sorry. I couldn't."
Duo looked up then, pain and sorrow in his eyes. "Wasn't his
fault. It was mine. Shouldn't have run. Made it worse. Always
make it worse. Hurt him. Hurt Heero. Hurt everyone." His
voice was broken and reedy, as if it took all he had just to form
the words.
Trowa carefully gathered the long haired boy to him. "It's
all right Duo." He looked up at Quatre. "What did they
do to you?"
"I..They made me..." Quatre hung his head in shame.
"I raped Duo," he whispered.
Duo shook his head violently. "No! It wasn't..."
Trowa looked at the two, understanding what wasn't being said.
"Let's go home. We'll sort it out there. And I will see that
those two are severely punished for what they did. They had no
right."
Quatre sighed as he pulled the blanket more tightly around him.
"But.."
Trowa looked at him calmly. "Do not blame yourself for what
happened. If any one is to be blamed it is me, for putting you in
such a situation in the first place. I am sorry."
"No," Duo whispered.
Trowa helped Duo to stand. "We'll argue about blame later.
Let's get out of here."
As they walked towards the door, Grendin reappeared. "Sir,
some clothes for them so that they don't have to leave here
wrapped in blankets."
Trowa took the offered bundles. "Thank you."
Grendin bowed. "Please accept my humblest of apologies. This
should have never happened and I am ashamed that it did. I know
that I cannot rectify the mistakes made and the hurt done to your
slaves, but I will see that those responsible are harshly
punished and that it will never be allowed happen again."
Trowa nodded slightly. "I hope not." He handed the
bundles to Duo and Quatre. "Go get dressed. Then we'll go
home and sort through what happened."
Quatre sighed as he took the offered clothes and made sure Duo
also took some. He was afraid of what would happen when they got
home. How could Duo bear to be near him, after what he had done?
Would their friendship possibly survive such a cruel test? And
how would Trowa feel about him, now that he was no longer pure,
but stained with the blood of a friend, no matter how it was
forced upon him? Oh Great one, why? Why did this happen? Why?
***
*To be continued!*