"Is it okay to leave early, Master?" Heero spoke once the car left the
harbor. He had buttoned up his white coat and sat on the passenger
"Yes, it's time to leave," Duo answered while keeping his eyes on the
"Oh." Heero was silent for some minutes before his curiosity got
better of him. "Did I disappoint you, Master?"
"We'll talk at home, Kitten."
So Heero shut his mouth and kept silent until they arrived at the
apartment. There wasn't anyone in the lift on their way up to their
floor but other than putting his arm around Heero's waist, Duo didn't
say anything. Heero wondered what was going on in his Master's head.
If he didn't disappoint Duo, what had made Duo so quiet then?
Heero mulled the fact as they entered the apartment. He heard the door
close behind him and suddenly he found his coat wrenched open and
thrown away. "Master?" Heero squawked as he was pushed down onto the
floor, lying on his front with his ass high in the air. The bells on
his neck rang loudly at the sudden movement.
"You didn't disappoint me, Kitten." His Master said gruffly as he
stood behind Heero.
"Oh." Heero heard the zipper being pulled down and swallowed, knowing
what would happen to him. "Then why...." The words failed him as he
felt the egg vibrator pulled swiftly from within him and something
bigger and warm shoved into him. He squeaked again at the sudden
fullness and lost whatever he wanted to ask.
His Master hovered over his bent form and licked his earlobe. "I'm a
possessive bastard, Kitten." Duo nipped the ear and thrust forward,
burying his cock deeper into the Japanese slave. Heero gasped as it
prodded his prostate. "I got jealous just by watching those Doms lust
"Oh." It was the most intelligent word Heero could utter as his mind
comprehended the fact that Duo still could get jealous after he let
Duo claim his virginity, mark his body, and use him however and
whenever he liked.
Duo straightened and to Heero's surprise, his Master didn't start
using him right away. Instead, he felt a finger trace the welts on
his back. Heero hissed at the touch. His Master's finger outlined the
first whip mark on the top first and then moved to the second mark
which curved like a C reflected in a mirror. His blue eyes widened
as he realized what letter the welts formed on his back. "Mas..."
"Mine." Duo growled as he traced the rest of the marks, both of the
upside down V welts on his buttocks. Heero found out that those welts
made another letter. However before he managed to react at the meaning
of those two letters, the finger had left his back and his Master
instantly grabbed his hip and lifted his ass a bit.
"Mine." Again the word was growled out and the next second Heero found
himself with a very jealous Master ramming his slick passage. He
gasped at the force of the thrust and moaned at the intensity. It felt
like his Master wanted to bury all of him within him. The thrust was
sharp and fast, with one intention, to claim and possess him. Heero
couldn't help but moaning submissively as his Master took him wildly
like an animal defending his territory. Here he was, only a few feet
from the door that separated him and outside world and naked save his
high-heeled boots and collar. His arms flailed before clenching on the
floor. The bells on his neck rang as his body rocked from his Master's
Then suddenly his Master pulled out completely and turned him onto his
back. Heero didn't even finish drawing his breath when he found his
Master had entered him once again. This time instead of pounding his
passage wildly again, his Master stayed still and dropped his weight
on Heero, arms on either side of him. His head bent so low that their
noses almost touched. For a few seconds, the bells on his neck and his
Master's harsh breathing were the only sounds in the room.
"Master." Heero moaned at the closeness. The warmth and weight of his
Master made him sigh in contentment. He admitted that he liked being
pinned like this, covered by his Master's warmth and having his Master's
cock inside him. His Master was on him, over him, and in him. When his
Master's lips came down on his, Heero didn't hesitate and opened his
mouth, accepting another part of his Master into him. The kiss was
fierce and hot, devouring his mouth and beating his tongue into
submission. It wasn't a wonder that when the kiss ended, more because
of the need for air, Heero found he wasn't the only one who was
panting and out of breath. His Master short breaths felt hot on his
cheeks and his voice sounded very hoarse when he asked him.
"What are you?"
"Your slave," Heero answered without hesitation. "Always yours."
"Yes. Mine." Each word was punctuated by a thrust that made Heero
gasp. "I won't ever let you go, Heero."
His true name, combined with the possessive tone, was more than enough
to fill Heero's heart with thousands of butterflies. Duo wanted him.
Duo would never let him go. Together. Always together. Not alone
anymore. Heero sobbed at the indescribable but powerful emotion that
washed over him. He reached out, encircling his arms around Duo's neck
tightly. "Always yours, Duo. Don't let me go." He put some force on
his arms and pushed Duo's head down, bringing their mouths only an
inch apart. "I'm yours forever, Duo," Heero said huskily. At the last
sentence, Heero felt that Duo and he had become more than merely a
Master and his slave. He didn't know what had they become but he liked
the feel of it.
"Yesss," Duo hissed possessively and dove into Heero's mouth, sucking
and licking ferociously. His right hand reached behind and grabbed the
back of Heero's knee, pushing it up. The other hand also did the same.
Without breaking the kiss, Duo then started moving within his slave.
With his legs seized by his Master, making his body almost doubled
over, Heero couldn't do much except moan and mewl. Even those
abilities were hindered as Duo's mouth seemed to be glued to his. His
high-heeled booted legs flailed in the air as he let his Master drive
into him again and again. The hard cock sawed into him, faster and
harder until suddenly it plunged into him deep and went still. He
swallowed his Master's growl and felt his body impregnated with
another load of his Master's seed.
Heero sighed as the warmth spread within him and resigned to holding
out his release again. However to his surprise, his Master released
one of his legs and went to grab his abandoned cock. "You may come
this time, Kitten."
Having been conditioned almost everyday since he became Duo's
slave, a squeeze was all Heero needed to tense up and come. He could
feel his inner muscles contract around his Master's cock, milking it
as he came. His stomach was coated with his release, some even reached
his chest. White passion started clouding his mind and he felt like
floating, sinking into the pleasure his Master had allowed him to
When he came back to earth, he dazedly watched his bare-chest Master
cleaning the release from his stomach and chest with the red shirt of
his. He slowly looked around and saw the leather, gloves, and both of
their boots scattered on the floor. The feeling of his Master's
softening cock inside him gave him a sort of peace. He looked back to
his Master right in time to see his Master throw the shirt away.
Violet eyes focused on him and Heero's heart fluttered in contentment
when a gentle smile formed on the heart-shaped face above him.
"My Kitten." Duo bent down and kissed him gently.
Heero kissed back, crossed his now free legs behind Duo's back, and
tightened his arms on Duo's shoulder. He completely clung to his
Master and sighed happily after his Master ended the kiss. He felt
dazed and so relaxed and didn't do anything when his Master cupped his
ass and stood up, bringing him up was well.
Heero tightened his arms and legs around his Master to keep his Master
from slipping out of him and keened softly as his Master thrust up
into him with the same intention.
"You sound like a cat that just got a very fat mouse," His Master
chuckled and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
Heero sighed in happiness and closed his eyes, resting his head on his
Master's shoulder. He didn't think he wanted to move anytime soon.
"Spoiled Kitten," His Master grunted affectionately and headed toward
the bedroom, carrying Heero with him. Surprisingly Duo didn't go
straight to bed, but stopped before the mirror.
The Japanese slave wondered why his Master stopped in front of the
mirror but made no move question or find the reason. He was waaaay too
comfortable with his current position. Only his Master's order to look
into the mirror was able to make him move, albeit reluctantly. He
lifted his head and turned around, looking at the mirror across his
shoulder. What he saw there made him forget about his reluctance. The
mirror showed how the welts on his back formed the two letters he had
thought when his Master traced the welts but then forgotten in the
throes of being claimed by his Master.
Those two letters were blazing red on his body, D on his back and M on
his buttocks. His Master had carved his initials on his body, marking
him as his property clearly. Heero's breath hitched as the feeling
that he belonged to Duo surged into him. He remembered the murmurs that
raised as he turned his back exactly like what Duo ordered him to at the
party before. It was obvious that the Doms and subs had seen this mark
and understood that Heero was Duo's property. People KNEW he belonged
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Still a bit overwhelmed with the impact of the mark on his back, Heero
looked at his Master's eyes in the mirror and was instantly capsized
by the pride and possessiveness shone in those violet orbs.
"Mine." Duo hugged his slave tightly, never breaking their gazes
through the mirror.
"Yes, yours." Heero turned his head back and looked directly at his
Master. "Yours to use, punish, and love, Master."
The effect of his answer was the renewed arousal that was once soft inside
his passage. Heero gasped when he was lifted up, unsheathing the now
hard cock, and put face down on the bed.
"I want to use you while looking at my mark."
Duo slapped his slave's bottom playfully. Acknowledging the implicit
command, Heero settled in the center of the bed on his stomach, baring
his back for his Master to see. No sooner had he lifted his ass
slightly higher, when he felt his Master jumped into the bed and enter
him in one smooth thrust. Heero wasn't surprised when he was used
right away. He purred and rested his head on the bed, letting his
Master ride him as he wished. The bells on his neck rang loudly as his
body rocked forward and backward, following his Master's powerful
"I'm going to put another mark on you tomorrow, Kitten," Duo said
gruffly as he pounded into his slave.
With a snort, Heero buried his head while his Master continued
thrusting into him. Another mark wasn't something new for him. He
didn't think he would ever have one day free of Duo's marks on his
"A permanent mark."
That was the last words Duo uttered that night as he was busy fucking
his slave who frantically listed other permanent marks he haven't got
and prayed it wasn't something vicious.
In another part of the city, a Chinese boy was seen scurrying to put
on his clothes and tiptoeing into the door.
"You said I restrained you too extreme this morning so I gave you
freedom. But then you decided to run away. How can you expect me to
trust you unrestrained, Fei darling?"
Wufei jumped at the cool threatening voice. He swallowed and looked at
the girl behind him he had thought was just bearing an ambitious trait.
Boy, how wrong he was. She was MORE than just ambitious. "Dorothy,
enough of this. I want to go home."
"Your home...," Dorothy swung her whip threateningly, "is here."
The Chinese preventer swallowed again. "No, I..."
"And how dare you call my name without permission," Dorothy barked,
"As a punishment I will keep you naked and in bondage for the rest of
As the whip shot up and wound around him, Wufei said goodbye to his
clothes and freedom. He wondered whether other submissive preventers
were luckier with their partners or if he was just the luckiest one. Oh
well, one thing for sure, Heero was stricter than Dorothy when it came
to mission, so Duo should have been in worse condition than him.
When Dorothy muttered about spanking a naughty Chinese slave, Wufei
pretended not to hear anything and took comfort that the braided
troublemaker would likely get more spanking than him from his
"Uhmmm....." Heero stirred as he surfaced from his sleep. He opened
his eyes sleepily and checked the clock which told him that it was
early morning. His memories of last night rushed into his mind and he
groaned when he realized his Master had used him till late of night.
His passage was quite sore and full of his Master's seed. There was a
familiar butt plug inside him which had been shoved by his Master once
he finished using his slave last night.
Heero felt the soft breathing of his Master on his hair and looked
across his shoulder. He expected to see a smirk or a lazy grin but
instead he was confronted with his Master's closed eyes and a
contented smile on the relaxed face.
His Master was still sleeping.
Heero blinked at the rare occurrence and looked at his Master for some
quiet moments. His mind replayed the last night's event. How firm his
Master was in refusing all the offers to buy him, how gentle his Master was in
carrying him, and how possessive he was in claiming him. Heero felt
his mouth forming a smile at the memories and also at the realization
that his Master was too tired to wake. Wanting to present a special
service, Heero clutched the bells on his neck so that they wouldn't
make any sounds and slowly got out of the bed. He tiptoed out of the
bedroom slowly, feeling the butt plug shift inside his slick
passage. It appeared that his Master had so worn himself out fucking his
slave that Heero managed to slip out without waking him up. The
Japanese boy's heart felt so light that he hummed happily as he
prepared for his Master's breakfast.
When the toast and coffee were finished and put onto a tray, Heero
balanced the tray on his right hand as his left one clutched the
bells. As he slipped silently into the bedroom, he wondered whether Dr
J was now rolling on his grave knowing that he used his stealth skill
to serve the boy that the doctor had once called the brat.
No sooner had he put the tray on the nightstand, Heero felt a hand
clamped over his. Knowing it was his Master's, Heero let it pull him
onto the bed. The bells on his neck rang loudly. The Japanese boy
found himself on top of his Master. Heero couldn't help but gasp as
his naked skin touched against his Master's. He wanted to put his
hands on the bed to support his weight but it was impossible with his
Master's hands on his back pressing him down. He could feel the hot
breaths on his face and looked down to meet his Master's widely awaken
violet eyes. Now how in Kamisama's name could that happen? His stealth
skill was perfect and he had silenced his bells!
"Did I wake you up, Master?" Heero asked, slightly miffed that he had
awakened his Master.
"The coffee did," Duo murmured huskily then proceeded to kiss his
As he welcomed his Master's kiss, Heero made a mental note not to
forget what smell could do to ruin his mission.
"You brought me breakfast?" Duo asked his slave when they broke the
Heero nodded. "I made you toast with bacon, Master. And also a cup of
"Serve me then." Duo pushed his slave aside and sat up, leaning
against the headboard.
Heero took the tray from the nightstand and put it on his Master's
lap. His original plan was to wake his Master up slowly with a blowjob
but the coffee had ruined it. Heero looked down at his Master's
morning erection. There was an urge to make it completely hard and
take it into his mouth. The Japanese boy found himself wetting his
lips in anticipation. Well, he could try to ask....
"Permission to suck you, Master."
His Master chuckled and tweaked the slave's right nipple, which sent
pleasure straight to the Japanese boy's groin. "Don't pout, my little
slut. I want to savor this delicious breakfast undistracted. Go run a
bath for me then clean yourself without waiting for me. I'll use that
mouth of yours after that."
"Yes, Master." Heero went into bathroom, a little bit disappointed at
being denied the blowjob but happy all the same what with his Master
complimenting his cooking. He turned the water knob, adjusting the
heat to his Master's liking, and went to the shower to wash his body.
Heero winced as he pulled out the butt plug, feeling the familiar
soreness. But then he sighed in relief as the plug was completely out
and smiled slightly at the feeling of his Master's seed leaking out of
his passage. Judging from how much slippery liquid was trailing down his
legs, his Master had gone stallion wild mode on him last night. As the
water poured on him, Heero wondered whether this wild mode had
something to do with his Master's jealousy. He knew that Duo was quite
possessive towards his belongings while they were still in war,
judging from how he paid Heero back for stealing Deathscythe's
components. However, it had been last night he realized that Duo was
not only quite possessive but actually VERY VERY possessive. It amazed
him that Duo still felt jealous with other Doms while he knew Heero would
surrender only to him. What would his reaction be when they met others
in the competition who were more persistent and couldn't accept Duo's
ownership over him?
Jealousy. Was this the reason Duo didn't want to join the competition?
Because he was very possessive of Heero? Heero shuddered despite the
warm water. If this night was any indication, others might have black
and blue eyes for trying to touch him, although he would likely be
the one who couldn't walk straight. Kamisama, his ass wouldn't survive
one night in that competition.
Not wanting to think further, Heero quickly soaped his body and
cleaned his passage with the special nozzle. Done with washing, he
stepped out of the shower just in time to see his Master walk into
"Done with your shower?" Duo eyed him from head to toe, slowly. His
eyes trailed at the remaining water running down his slave's torso.
Heero did the same though in the opposite direction. As his eyes fell onto
his Master's head, he felt disappointed to see that beautiful
chestnut hair had been braided back. He suspected having his Master
leave his hair loose was another privilege he had to work hard to gain.
"Yes, Master," Heero finally answered and reached for his towel, but
Duo's growl and gleaming eyes made him hesitate. "Master?"
There was a squeak, a noisy tinkling of the bells, a splash, which was
followed by continuous moans and gasps from inside the bathroom.
Needless to say, Heero found himself walking a little limply when he
got out of the bathroom an hour later and made note to avoid other
Doms in the future as much as he could, kicking them out of his way if
he ought to. His ass wouldn't appreciate his Master in wild stallion
mode every day.
"I'm going to put another mark on you now, Kitten." His Master
announced when Heero finished dressing him in a black turtleneck and
dark red jeans. Heero froze in his place, totally forgetting about his
Master's promise. He watched as his Master rummaged through the cupboard's
drawer and pulled out something with a satisfied huff.
As Duo approached him, Heero watched his Master's closed hand warily,
wondering what was within it. The hand was raised up and his eyes
followed it up until the hand went below his right ear, out of his
There was a pressure on his earlobe, followed by a slight sting. Heero
jumped backward in reflect and glared at his Master, "What are you
His Master just smiled in satisfaction and held up a small instrument
that Heero recognized as a piercer, the latest model of flesh piercing
device. He blinked and realized that there was an additional weight on
his right ear. Hesitantly, Heero reached up and felt his right
earlobe. His hand countered something solid and round. "An earring?"
Duo nodded and gestured toward the mirror.
Heero turned to the mirror and saw the shape of his earring. It was
simple really, just a plain ring on his right earlobe, not too small,
not to big. The only thing that symbolized Duo's ownership was its
color, black. God of Death was often assimilated with black color
Heero watched through the mirror as his Master came up behind him and
hugged his naked body. Duo kissed his pierced ear lightly and murmured
in a possessive tone, "Mine."
Their eyes met in the mirror and Heero watched himself nodding,
affirming his Master's claim, "Always yours, Master."
Duo kissed his ear once again before stepping back. "I think it's time
to put your cat accessories back on." He took the said ornaments out the from
their boxes and sat down on the bed. "Across my lap, Kitten."
Heero went without protest, eager to have his ears and tail back, and
rearranged himself so he was draped over his Master's thighs. His
Master's left hand caressed his bare bottom while the right hand
pushed the tail into him. Heero purred happily as the familiar plug
slid into his passage inch by inch until his entrance clenched
against the end of the plug where the tail started. He clenched and
unclenched his inner muscles, causing his tail swing happily and hit
his Master's face.
"Naughty Kitten!" Duo's scolding was ruined by his amused chuckles.
However, his hand moved quickly and delivered two smacks on his
slave's unprotected bottom.
"Serves you right," Duo added a slight pinch on the spanked flesh, "Now
stay still while I put your cat ears."
"Yes, Master," Heero answered cheerfully, happy to have his tail back.
"That means for your tail, too."
Heero rolled his eyes and stopped swinging his tail.
"Good boy." His Master put the cat ears on his slave's head and rubbed
it slightly, eliciting happy moan from the said slave. He then
transferred the bells on his slave's neck back to his ankle. "Okay,
sit up now."
Heero made a face as the bells rang loudly at his movement. "Can you
just remove the bells, Master?"
"Now, where's the fun at that?" Duo grinned and kissed the slave boy
on his lap. "I have an appointment with Howard. You do your chores as
usual then you can do whatever you like."
"Anything I like?" Heero thought for a moment, "I think I want to do a
research for our upcoming mission."
"Figured," It was Duo's turn to roll his eyes. "Okay, you can use your
laptop for today."
"Thank you, Master!" Heero spoke gleefully, his hands already itching to
touch his laptop.
"But finish your chores first or," Duo squeezed his slave's bottom,
"this will be heated till red."
The itching was gone within a millisecond. Heero nodded and promised his
Master to finish his chores solemnly.
"You learn fast, Kitten," Duo laughed loudly and kissed his slave