Ch4—next week, because of finals, I probably will not be writing but I will be correcting everything I wrote wrong. Duo month is June!!!

Heero was before him. He looked a darks angel with the bright light shinning around him through the large window. His hands grasped the chains that supported the manacles around his wrist while his feet twirled around the chains by his feet. His taunt body glistened with sweat. His fully erect length was covered off and on by a traveling mouth of a blurry, dark shadow. Heero thrashed his head back and screamed.

Heero’s scream continued at the pleasure. Then it changed into a buzz, a very familiar buzz. Duo opened his eyes and wiped his hand back to the bottom that turned off that annoying buzz, but instead hit a warm chest that grunted with impact.

Duo blinked and fully awakened. They had fallen asleep on the end of the bed. Heero lay on his side, blushing and covering certain parts of himself. A red mark in the shape of a fist marred the skin’s perfection. Duo sprawled on his back with his morning erection sticking up in the air. It was time to start one part of Heero’s lessons.

Duo slithered up to the bottom that he meant to try to press again. He suppressed the moans that wanted to escape as he brushed Heero’s body with the erection. Heero didn’t move away from the touch. Good boy.

He shut that alarm off and broke the bottom; it had interrupted his dreams. He wouldn’t be in that position with Heero for a while. The doctors needed an unbroken fighter and Duo was scared the manacles would brake his spirit in pieces lighter then a dove feathers and more jagged then expulsion scars. He wouldn’t use the window unless forced by suspicion of the people the peeping Toms told for sexual and material ‘favors’. No, he wouldn’t use it unless he couldn’t. But he was afraid he would have to; he had with all other slaves and friends of a certain nature.

Duo quite liked the position he ended up in after braking that annoying, devil created thing. His length was centimeters away from Heero’s gapping month, and inches away from Heero’s locked shut and bolted eyes. Duo rapped his legs around Heero’s neck. His cock touched Heero’s mouth. The unsuspecting boy jerked his eyes open and his head back.

“Tisk, tisk, tisk, don’t be a bad boy or the handcuffs,” Duo trailed off as he pushed Heero’s head back to where it belonged. Heero slowly opened his mouth fully and waited. Duo grabbed some of Heero’s too short hair, and thrust into Heero’s mouth.

The rub against Duo’s cock was bliss. Heero’s inexperienced tongue shyly twirled around Duo. Pleasure swirled from that tongue and Duo’s cock reached its quickly because of that tongue and his weakening state. He shot into Heero’s mouth, filling it with his seamen.

After lying for a few minutes, Duo rolled away from Heero and off the bed with a grunt.

“Get up Heero; we have to get leave before Treize comas a calling,” Duo grumbled as he picked himself up and all the dignity he could, but dignity is a slippery thing and some wanted to stay dripping down the stairs to the bed. “Come we need to take a shower. Not a bath in my lovely, five star, lovely, beautiful, nice bath. By the way, yours might want to be cold.”

Duo rambled away as he walked to the bathing rooms. They were black porcelain and tiles with red sneaked in some places like the trimming. Their showers were quick with Heero’s all business like and Duo’s a battle against knots in his hair. Heero’s was also a cold shower.

Duo chuckled as they left the bathing rooms; it was time to change and Duo loved playing dress-up. His ‘closet’ was almost as big as his ‘bathroom.’ Black pants and long-sleeved shirts, and white under shirts—his usual outfit—covered just one wall. The other three walls and the center display consisted of dress-up material.

For himself, he chose his usual outfit in black leather and white silk. He looked like a priest, a rebel priest that is. Now, Heero was tougher to figure out. Black, that should be his pants colour. Duo thought for a bit. He came in a green shirt, so… He had it, the perfect outfit. He hoped across the room after grabbing something from his black pants area. Once across the roomed, he leaned down, swatting the frills of a dress away, and grabbed a green top there.

Grinning like a cat with a bird in its mouth, He went back to Heero and dropped the really small bundle in his arms. A horrified expression crossed Heero’s face.

“Something wrong, my new slavey?” He said, still grinning. “You’ll look perfect; trust me.”

Heero raised his eyebrows and held up the black shorts. They were leather and would look like a woman’s bikini button on Heero’s, except they would bulge at the front.

“So?”

Heero dropped the shorts and Held up the top. It was green. It was thin. It was a tub top. Heero almost chuckled as Duo repeated himself.

“Wear it. It’s your mission.”

Heero finally had to be ordered to get it on. He looked good in it, though a bit red from his so cute full body blush.

Duo grabbed his arm and rushed out of the room; he needed to get away before Treize came and to show Heero off to the world.

Dorothy was in the hallway when Duo came out. “Duo?”

“Yes, head maid.”

“Master Trieze of the family OZ has is waiting downstairs.”

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