Kink Fic: Owned
Owned
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 4x3x5
Warnings: AU, harem slaves, piercings.
Written for the GWKink meme
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"Come in," Quatre said, lying comfortable on several pillows on the carpeted floor. He brought the tip of the Arabian pipe to his mouth and took a long drag. He let the smoke out slowly and when it dissipated his pets were standing before him.
Beautiful and exotic. They were barefoot, their wrist circled with golden cuffs and a golden collar around their necks with a blue stone gem in the middle. The jewels marked them as part of the sultan's harem, forbidden to anyone else but the sultan himself. Their only covering were silk tunics around their waists. Silver for Wufei, emerald for Trowa. Their chests were bare, clearly showing the pierced right nipple, a sign that marked them as Quatre's favorites.
Quatre was rather possessive and he hadn't touched any other slave since this two came to be in his possession. He had moved them to a different room and allowed them something he had never allowed a harem slave before, the privilege to touch each other. And for someone as possessive as the sultan this was a rare honor.
His slaves walked forward and kneeled on the floor in front of Quatre, waiting for instructions. They were well trained. Not by the royal trainers, no, but by Quatre himself. He had been the only one able to tame them, to make them kneel submissively, and he was the only one they would submit to.
"Come," Quatre said and the slaves crawled, slowly and sensually, to his side. He yanked softly on Wufei's nipple ring, producing a moan and then did the same for Trowa who only gasped. They were his and he showed them every time he summoned them by teasing, reminding them with touch that they wore his markings on their bodies.
"Strip."
Gracefully, they reached for each other's tunics, baring themselves for Quatre. Sitting on their knees, legs spread and hands palms up over their tights, they waited for Quatre to inspect them.
Quatre liked these rings the best. The ones he had put himself on his slave's most intimate parts, more sensual parts. He had decorated them, put his mark on them while they asked and begged for it. While they asked and begged to be his. It was an honor he had bestowed on them, one he didn't allow anyone else to see. This was for him and for him alone.
He ran his thumb over each piercing in each of his slave's cocks. They moaned and gasped and groaned but kept their positions and kept themselves from speaking. They wouldn't until they were given permission.
Bringing the tip of the pipe to his lips, Quatre took another long drag. He exhaled the smoke into his slave's faces and watched them inhale it. "Come to me," he said then and left the tip on the floor.
That was his command for them to touch him, the one that allowed them to kiss him and undress him and pleasure him whichever way they wanted to. He knew they craved that command and they were always eager to comply.
Slowly, while massaging and tending to each part of his body, they undressed him. They licked his fingers and nipples and belly and worshipped his cock while groaning and gasping themselves in need.
Trowa liked to ride so he positioned himself over Quatre's cock and looked at his master, waiting for permission. Quatre made him wait for a while, until Wufei's tongue on his nipples became too much, and then he nodded.
With one movement Trowa pushed Quatre's cock into himself. He moved above Quatre, doing all the work, pleasing Quatre as best as he could while Wufei's mouth licked every part of Quatre's body, licked and touched.
It was an order Quatre had given a long time ago. As soon as he came, they were allowed to come as well, so when Quatre came inside Trowa, Wufei quickly moved to take Trowa's cock into his mouth and swallow the other slave's come. After, Trowa used his tongue to bring Wufei off. Both of them screamed Quatre's name as they came.
"Stay," Quatre said. He always allowed them to spend the night with him, and they curled, each at one of Quatre's sides.
"Thank you, Master," Wufei said.
"I love you, Master," said Trowa.
Quatre kissed each of them in the lips. "Sleep well, my slaves." For they were his, and he would remind them of that at every time because it was deepest way he could say I love you.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 4x3x5
Warnings: AU, harem slaves, piercings.
Written for the GWKink meme
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"Come in," Quatre said, lying comfortable on several pillows on the carpeted floor. He brought the tip of the Arabian pipe to his mouth and took a long drag. He let the smoke out slowly and when it dissipated his pets were standing before him.
Beautiful and exotic. They were barefoot, their wrist circled with golden cuffs and a golden collar around their necks with a blue stone gem in the middle. The jewels marked them as part of the sultan's harem, forbidden to anyone else but the sultan himself. Their only covering were silk tunics around their waists. Silver for Wufei, emerald for Trowa. Their chests were bare, clearly showing the pierced right nipple, a sign that marked them as Quatre's favorites.
Quatre was rather possessive and he hadn't touched any other slave since this two came to be in his possession. He had moved them to a different room and allowed them something he had never allowed a harem slave before, the privilege to touch each other. And for someone as possessive as the sultan this was a rare honor.
His slaves walked forward and kneeled on the floor in front of Quatre, waiting for instructions. They were well trained. Not by the royal trainers, no, but by Quatre himself. He had been the only one able to tame them, to make them kneel submissively, and he was the only one they would submit to.
"Come," Quatre said and the slaves crawled, slowly and sensually, to his side. He yanked softly on Wufei's nipple ring, producing a moan and then did the same for Trowa who only gasped. They were his and he showed them every time he summoned them by teasing, reminding them with touch that they wore his markings on their bodies.
"Strip."
Gracefully, they reached for each other's tunics, baring themselves for Quatre. Sitting on their knees, legs spread and hands palms up over their tights, they waited for Quatre to inspect them.
Quatre liked these rings the best. The ones he had put himself on his slave's most intimate parts, more sensual parts. He had decorated them, put his mark on them while they asked and begged for it. While they asked and begged to be his. It was an honor he had bestowed on them, one he didn't allow anyone else to see. This was for him and for him alone.
He ran his thumb over each piercing in each of his slave's cocks. They moaned and gasped and groaned but kept their positions and kept themselves from speaking. They wouldn't until they were given permission.
Bringing the tip of the pipe to his lips, Quatre took another long drag. He exhaled the smoke into his slave's faces and watched them inhale it. "Come to me," he said then and left the tip on the floor.
That was his command for them to touch him, the one that allowed them to kiss him and undress him and pleasure him whichever way they wanted to. He knew they craved that command and they were always eager to comply.
Slowly, while massaging and tending to each part of his body, they undressed him. They licked his fingers and nipples and belly and worshipped his cock while groaning and gasping themselves in need.
Trowa liked to ride so he positioned himself over Quatre's cock and looked at his master, waiting for permission. Quatre made him wait for a while, until Wufei's tongue on his nipples became too much, and then he nodded.
With one movement Trowa pushed Quatre's cock into himself. He moved above Quatre, doing all the work, pleasing Quatre as best as he could while Wufei's mouth licked every part of Quatre's body, licked and touched.
It was an order Quatre had given a long time ago. As soon as he came, they were allowed to come as well, so when Quatre came inside Trowa, Wufei quickly moved to take Trowa's cock into his mouth and swallow the other slave's come. After, Trowa used his tongue to bring Wufei off. Both of them screamed Quatre's name as they came.
"Stay," Quatre said. He always allowed them to spend the night with him, and they curled, each at one of Quatre's sides.
"Thank you, Master," Wufei said.
"I love you, Master," said Trowa.
Quatre kissed each of them in the lips. "Sleep well, my slaves." For they were his, and he would remind them of that at every time because it was deepest way he could say I love you.