Heero blinked and looked around to see a man around fifty standing
near him in a white suit. He didn't recognize him. "Who are you?"
The man blankly looked at him. "Don't you recognize me?"
Heero frowned. "No. Who are you?"
The man opened his white jacket. Suddenly he saw blood covering his
inner shirt, right near his heart. "You did this to me, don't you remember?"
"NO!" Heero stared horridly as the man before him started rotting
into a corpse with hollow eyes and decayed skin.
"You killed me." The man reached out to Heero.
Heero's eyes snapped open and were greeted with the ceiling he had
become familiar with for the past two weeks. He panted and shuddered,
not liking what he was feeling at the moment. The scene before him
just now.... It was nothing but a nightmare.
Nothing but a nightmare.
Heero told himself repeatedly and tried to focus his mind on something
other than the nightmare. The first thing that came into his mind that
he had buried his head in Duo's chest. An arm that wasn't his was
draped on his upper body possessively while a leg covered his own
legs. At the knowledge that he was in his Master's arms, being held by
him, his pounding heart began to slow down. He snuggled closer towards
Duo and felt comforted when his butt plug prodded inside him at his
movement. That's right, he belonged to Duo. His to be used. His to be
punished, and his to be loved. His Master wouldn't let anything happen
to his property. The thought calmed and soothed him, chasing the
feelings left by the nightmare away.
However, it didn't help him to sleep again. Heero didn't want to repeat the
nightmare, so he stayed with his eyes opened, staring at Duo's smooth
chest and savored the feelings of his Master's skin all over him. As
he laid in the dark, he contemplated what had just happened.
For the first time since his slavery began, a nightmare had appeared. He
had been used to them before. It was the same nightmare. Sometimes it
came as a middle-aged man and sometimes it came as a little girl.
Although Relena said that he was a hero, he felt more like a killer.
He had lost count of how many people he had killed in order to gain
the newfound peace.
Heero wasn't stupid. He knew that sometimes his guilt was still bugging
him. Added with his trepidation over the upcoming contest and his
assignment in a field mission, it wasn't really surprising that he' had
a nightmare. He was glad to do the assignment, and yet...
"I don't want to kill anymore..." Heero whispered to no one.
"You won't." Came a firm reply from above his head. Heero was startled
as he realized Duo was awake. He tried to pull away but Duo's arm and
leg tightened their holds on him. "It's just a nightmare, Kitten.
You're safe with me." A pair of familiar lips touched his forehead
gently. "I'll take care of you. Go to sleep, slave of mine."
Surprisingly, Heero did just that. He felt so serene at hearing his
Master's order that once he closed his eyes, he was off to another
In the irbed, Duo stroked his slave's hair gently before delivering one
last kiss and joined his slave in the world of slumber.
The nightmares wouldn't be able to sink their nails into them now that they
had each other to turn to.
Whichever ways Heero hopep he might be awakened by, the ringing of phone
surely wasn't one of them. Still half awakened, he muttered some
expletives in Japanese as he reached for the cordless phone on the
"Yuy! Help me!"
Heero blinked and woke instantly, coming alert. "Chang? What
"I can't stand that Onna! She put a collar on me while I was
sleeping!" Wufei tugged the green steel band around his neck in
There was a pause on Wufei's end before he heard the Japanese
Preventer speaking up.
"You can just rip the collar..."
"The band was made of steel. That Onna locked the collar so I couldn't
remove it without ripping my neck off."
"How could you not realize she was putting a collar on you?"
"I was sleeping and very exhausted."
There was a rustle of clothes and a squeak before Wufei saw the video
screen was activated. Finally Yuy got out of the bed.
"Hey, Wufei," The video screen showed a heart-shaped face with a grin
and amusement reflecting on those violet eyes.
"Maxwell!" Wufei glowered. "Where's Yuy?"
"He is a little busy," The once called Shinigami grinned at him. "That
green collar looks good on you."
Wufei's glare intensified.
"Now, what was this I heard... Dorothy managed to put the collar on
you? And you slept through the night because of exhaustion?" Maxwell's
grin widened. "You didn't take a nap so it ought to be night time
when you were sleeping. Yet, Dorothy was there to put the collar on. We
all know that we didn't do any work yesterday so you couldn't be so
exhausted that you weren't aware of her work. Let's see what I can
conclude here... Did you go to her apartment and have sex with her
through the night, Chang?
"I met her to discuss the mission!" Wufei barked.
"Ah, ah, you're blushing. You must have gone from discussion to
"Shut up, Maxwell. Where's Yuy? I need his strength to break this
"The collar is your own problem, Chang," The braided boy snorted
before smiled slyly, looking at something behind the Chinese
Preventer. "And I think you have awakened your Mistress with your
Wufei looked over his shoulder to see the blond woman standing,
thankfully in a nightgown instead of naked. However, the thought of her
nakedness was gone when his eyes fell onto the instrument she held on
her right hand.
"I don't want to interrupt you two," Duo announced cheerfully.
"Alright then, see you two weeks later, Chang, Catalonia."
"Wait, Maxwell!" Wufei screamed frantically, but he quickly turned
around at the swishing sound behind him. "Wait, Dorothy... " He took a
step back as Dorothy advanced, waving the whip in her hand.
"You have been a bad boy, Wufei."
"No... wait, Onna... Wait!"
Duo disconnected the screen and Wufei's shout stopped at once. "Poor
Wufei..." He snickered and looked at the bed where his slave was
writhing. Approaching the bed, Duo pointed the remote control in his
hand to his slave and the Japanese boy visibly slumped, lying on his
side and panting heavily.
"Never thought the butt plug was a vibrator as well, kitten?" Duo sat
on the bed and ruffled his slave's hair.
"Wh..why did you do this while I was talking to Wufei, Master?" Heero
said weakly, trying to hold his orgasm. "He could be in danger."
"Relax, Wufei is safe with Dorothy. For your information, I had set
the timer so the butt plug would vibrate automatically and wake you
up. Too bad that Wufei's call ruined my surprise."
Ruined or not, Heero didn't think it was a nice surprise for him. But
he wisely shut his mouth as his Master's hand sneaked toward his still
"Dorothy is a real Dom, isn't she?" Heero muttered.
"How did you know?" Duo said as his hands lazily caressed his slave's
"No ordinary woman can make Wufei get that frantic and desperately
ask for my help just in one day."
"That's right," Duo chuckled. "Yes, Dorothy is a Dom. She is one of
the mistresses you met in the chat room. Wufei is quite unfortunate to
get her as a partner."
"She just lost her sub and wasn't in the best mood. I think she will
really make Wufei her slave. She loves using a whip to mark her slaves."
Heero shuddered at the information. "I'm glad I chose you, Master."
Duo laughed merrily. A hand dove between his cheeks and pulled out
the evil butt plug. Heero couldn't help but moan at the feeling of
"On your back, Kitten."
Heero complied and spread his legs wide, welcoming his Masters
penetration. His mewl and gasp echoed in the room as his Master used
him for his morning pleasure.
"You may not come." Duo ordered as he thrust in and out of his slave.
Heero nodded, telling his Master that he heard the order. His hands
gripped the bed sheets as he fought the pleasure which was trying to
bring him to the edge.
"I'm your slave," Heero gasped as Duo hit his prostate. "Yours to be
used, punished and loved." The last word was almost inaudible as his
Master's mouth came upon his, devouring him as Duo kept rocking
inside. Heero groaned one last time before striving to hold his
orgasm. He predicted that he wouldn't be out of the bed soon if his
Master enjoyed his body this much.
The order not to come had kept Heero's mind focused on doing his daily
tasks. However, when he was finishing his last chore, tidying the
bedroom, he was back to worrying about the upcoming party. While
surveying this lifestyle a few months ago, Heero had read some stories
involving parties. He knew that he wasn't allowed to speak to other
Masters unless spoken to or being permitted to. He also knew that he had
to act civil to other slaves. Knowing the party rules didn't make him
less nervous, though.
This was Duo he was thinking about. His evil sadistic Master. What
would Duo make him do? Would he get to be clothed or have to go there naked? Heero
shuddered as the thought of Duo giving him to the other Masters for
pleasure came into his mind. No, no, Heero shook his head to banish
the thought. Duo had said that he was his and his alone. His Master
wouldn't share him with anyone else. But party meant entertainment...
would his Master entertain his friends by ordering him to suck him in
front of the others? Or would his Master take him in public?
Heero squeaked at the sting on his sore bottom and turned around to
see his Master standing before him. Heero gulped as he noticed his
Master frowning. "Master?"
"I called you several times, Kitten," Duo crossed his arms, clearly
waiting for an explanation.
"I... I am sorry, Master. I was thinking," Heero bowed his head.
A finger sneaked below his chin and pushed his head up to face his
Master. "You're nervous about the party, aren't you?"
Heero nodded slightly, not wanting to shake off the finger on his
"Knowing you, you have already memorized the rules, haven't you?"
Heero nodded again. "I did... But what do you want me to do, Master?
What will you do to me?"
Duo didn't answer. He sat down on the bed instead and gestured his
slave to sit on his lap. His face didn't show what he was thinking so
Heero nervously sat on his Master's lap, wondering what Duo would do.
"Kitten," Duo put his arms around his slave and caressed him. "It's up
to me to do whatever I want to you. I own you."
Heero felt his nipple rings being pulled down simultaneously. He gasped
and arched his back.
"You're mine to be used. All you have to do is follow the rules and
submit. Let me enjoy you in whatever way I want," Duo spoke near
Heero's ear and ended the sentence by licking the delectable earlobe.
As his Master proceeded to snack on him, Heero tried to quell
his anxiety. He belonged to Duo, his to be used as he pleased. He
could only trust his Master not to harm him, body and mind. And as
Heero thought further about his Master's character, there was little
chance that Duo would make him go naked. His Master was very possessive
Kamisama, let his prediction be right....
It turned out that Kamisama was feeling sadistic today. Heero looked
into the mirror and revised his opinion. Kamisama was as sadistic as his
Master. True that he wasn't left being naked, but....
Heero glared at the mirror but instead of disappearing, the image of a
Japanese boy with a collar, an open vest that was designed to show the
firm chest and bare navel of its wearer, and very short shorts glared
back at him. The clothes were all black, leather, and tight, molding
every curve of his body. This couldn't be him! Heero blinked but the
image in front of him didn't disappear as he had hoped it would.
Kamisama, that vest was more a decoration than a cloth. With the slightest
movement, it would reveal his nipple rings. The shorts were ultra
short that he wondered whether he should call them trunks instead. They
were very, very tight like a second skin and Heero felt his ass was
still bared to the world. His hard cock was outlined clearly, making
him blush at the thought of everyone easily seeing how hard he was.
Once he heard the bathroom door open, Heero turned to the door,
wanting to protest to his Master. However, it died in his throat as
his eyes fell on his Master, who was wearing a red skintight shirt and
black leather pants. Duo's long hair was tied instead of braided.
Added with black gloves, boots, and an over coat - all made of
leather, his Master looked dangerous and utterly sexy.
Heero swallowed as he felt his already tight shorts became tighter.
"I knew the clothes would suit you well, Kitten," Duo looked satisfied
as he approached his stunned slave. "You're almost perfect."
Heero's eyebrows twitched at his Master's last statement. After being
trained to do everything perfectly ever since he could remember, he
couldn't accept the 'almost perfect' comment, especially when he had
willed himself to wear these decoration-purpose-only-clothes. He had
to be perfect or nothing at all!
Duo chuckled as if knowing of his slave's irritation. He stepped forward
to the Japanese boy and caressed the leather-covered ass. "I should
add a few things to make you perfect. First," Duo reached inside the
drawer in the cupboard next to the mirror. Heero looked in horror as
his Master took out a pair of small bells from it.
"A kitten has to wear bells or he could get lost," Duo connected the
bells to the little ring in the center of his collar. "This way, I
know where you are all the time."
Heero made a face. He had been quite happy when his Master ordered him
to remove his ankle bell before changing into his current outfit. He
should have known that it was too kind for his Master to do that
without any catches. Now, he had two bells instead of one. Any
movement he made, even the slightest, would make the bells ring.
Kamisama was surely on his Master's side today.
The hand on his buttocks traveled lower into the cleft and the fingers
touched the outer flesh of his entrance. Heero shuddered at the pressure.
"Have you put the egg inside?"
Heero nodded, afraid if he opened his mouth, he would moan at having
his entrance being teased by his Master's fingers. His Master didn't
want to show his cat accessories to others, so he ordered him to
exchange it with the egg he used when he went to work. Heero liked his
cat-tail better, but felt glad that he didn't have to wear it to the
Duo reached into the drawer again and this time took out a tube of lipstick.
Heero widened his eyes at the item. "Master..."
"Open your lips, Kitten." Duo turned the lipstick up so it could be
Heero considered twisting his head away from the lipstick but a knead
on his still-quiet-throbbing bottom convinced him against it. Heero
opened his lips obediently and let his Master apply the lipstick.
When Duo was finished, Heero looked at the mirror and saw himself
looking back with shiny reddish lips. He was mesmerized at
how a simple lipstick could change his image drastically. Now, instead
of looking like a mere slave, he looked sexy and exotic.
"Now, you're perfect," Duo stated in satisfaction. He took his slave's
face and caressed the soft cheek slowly. "You're going to make all the
people at the party envy me."
Heero leaned slightly into the caress and looked at his Master. Duo's
violet eyes were bright with pride and satisfaction. Heero's heart
fluttered happily as he realized that he had made his Master pleased
and proud. Putting his hand over Duo's hand on his cheek, Heero
nuzzled the gentle hand. "They'll envy you because I belong to you?"
"Correct. They can only watch from afar while I can do anything I want
to you," His Master spoke in a hushed tone. Heero assumed that it was
from straining not to jump straight at him. The hands on his cheeks
slowly traveled down, caressing every inch of his neck and shoulders,
then sneaked beneath his vest to capture his nipple rings. "Mine." Duo
growled as he pulled on the rings.
Heero gasped and arched his back. The bells on his collar rang loudly.
"My Kitten,." Duo smiled and released the rings. He ushered his slave
out to the living room. "We better go now before I lose control and
use you right away."
Personally, Heero had hoped for his Master to lose control and pounce him. That
way, they would be late to the party and probably
wouldn't make it there. Sadly, his Master seemed to keep his control
in check quite well.
"Oh, wait here," Duo exclaimed suddenly and turned around, heading
back into the bedroom. He was soon out again and this time had
something white in his hands.
"I almost forgot this coat. Here put it on."
Heero took the white long coat and put it on. It was thick and long
enough to cover him from neck to ankles. With this coat, no one would
know about his nothing-left-to-the-imagination clothes underneath. Heero
didn't need to ask his Master to understand the reason. They wouldn't
want to attract attention, especially traffic policemen, when heading
toward the party.
His Master looked at him and smiled. "You look pure in it."
Heero snorted. "One thing I don't look is pure, Master. My hands
have killed many...."
A hand on his mouth stopped his sentence.
"Stop it," Duo spoke firmly as he let go of Heero's mouth and cupped
his cheek. "Don't blame yourself too much. You did what you had to do
back then. You're the one who brought us this peaceful era, Heero."
Duo had called him by his name this time. Heero felt warmth swirl
inside him. He leaned into Duo's hand and nodded slightly. "I'll try,
Master. I'll try."
Duo smiled and kissed his forehead gently. "Good Kitten. Now, let's go
to the party."
Heero followed meekly behind Duo, watching his Master's back
contentedly. For a few minutes, his worries about the party were