Title: Stripped of Glory Part 2
Author: Cloudy Daze
Rating: Well I was wrong it's now NC-17
Category: AU, Angst, Sap, yaoi, NCS, OOC (well of course sense it's an AU)
Pairing: 3x4 and 2x1
Spoilers: Well it's AU so I don't think that's possible.
Feedback:Sure, if you like it tell me. It makes my muses happy and that's always good because then they'll write more. Don't care for getting a flame though. But if you feel inclined I'll have to show it to Lady Nagisa and we'll get a big kick out of insulting it.

Warning: Well this one is a bit worse then the first chapter. The dark muse and lemon muse teamed up so you have rape in this one. I'm not sure if it's considered rape but well you read it and tell me. Also Sap and Angst of course. Those two muses never leave me alone, which is a good thing I might add. Disclaimer: Do I have to say this? Bla bla bla. I don't own Gundam Wing. Writing fanfiction keeps me from being bored during my classes. I'm a college student so you know I don't have any money. If you really want to sue me you can get my college bill. ^_^.
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Stripped of Glory
Chapter Two

The young man diligently worked on the task before him. The sweat glistened off his bare chest as he carried another bushel of hay into the barn. He clipped the wire holding the flakes together and proceeded to place one in each stall.

The sound of laughter filtered into the building from outside. He glanced up as two young children raced into the barn. The one in front had light brown hair and wide blue eyes. The other trailing close behind had a darker shade of brown hair and chestnut brown eyes. He knew the first child and figured the second was just one of his many friends.

They have such picture perfect lives. He watched as they bolted out again. No need to worry about anything. Yes, run around and have fun children. You know that mommy and daddy will always be there to take care of you. The boy's fists clenched in rage. Where exactly were his mommy and daddy when he was whipped for being too slow? Where were they when one of his first owners shoved him down to the ground and forced him to take it in his mouth? Did they even care when he was first taken and couldn't sit down for a week? When he was crying and shivering outside in the lake, rapidly trying to scrub away the filthy feeling that covered his whole body?

"Heero? Are you ok?" a faint voice asked.

He glanced up quickly and the frown faded when he realized whom it was. The brunette made his way over to one of the stalls and slipped under the rope that was keeping the horse in.

The large creature was lying on her side, belly swollen with its precious burden. Heero's gaze however was fixed on the individual sitting beside the horse. The blonde boy looked up at him, bright blue eyes clouded with concern.

"Don't worry, Quatre. I'm fine," the brunette murmured.

"Are you sure? I can feel that you're angry," Quatre whispered. He slowly stood up and wrapped his arms around Heero, hugging him gently.

The brunette forced down the urge to push the boy away. He should be used to this. Quatre was a very emotional person. The blonde would always hug Heero when he sensed he was down or hurting. It was just he wasn't used to being touched in a friendly or caring manner.

Heero sighed inwardly. You're lying to yourself and you know it. There was a big reason why he didn't like Quatre touching him. Frankly he didn't think he was good enough to even stand near Quatre. The blonde was just so pure, so innocent, so sweet, that any touch from Heero would corrupt a part of him. The gentle boy didn't deserve to be a slave. His hair color alone indicated that he was destined for better things.

Although Heero wasn't that knowledgeable about the continent he had been through several kingdoms and had only seen one other blonde. They were so rare in fact that most would pay a fortune to obtain one. Heero found it comical that their sorry excuse for a master was the one that owned Quatre. In fact if it weren't for the brunette they wouldn't have found him at all.
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It was about five months ago that Heero found himself walking by an Oceanside pier. He was way past the point of trying to run away. Being beaten to within an inch of your life had a way of doing that to an individual. So well his owner was making a deal with another horse breeder he had let Heero walk around the small town.

He was about to turn back when he heard a faint sob. The brunette frowned softly and tracked the sound to its origin. What Heero found surprised him greatly. It was a boy about his age, covered in grim and mud. He was curled up under the pier, his small frame shivering furiously.

"Are you hurt?" the slave asked. The boy looked up and Heero was hit by the most intense blue eyes he had ever seen. The brunette could see fear and surprise cross the others face.

He slowly made his way over to the shaking boy. Heero held his hand out as if trying to will a scared creature to him. Sky blue eyes glanced at the brunette and in a blur of movement the smaller individual leaped up and wrapped his arms around Heero, sobbing faintly. The slave froze in shock, unused to physical contact that didn't demand anything sexual in the end.

"I'm so confused and scared. I don't know what's going on but I'm all alone. I miss my home. These cruel men came and took me away," the boy whispered, trying hard to stop crying.

Heero frowned at the words. He's another slave. He brunette figured as much. However this boy was totally green to the ways of their country. He would be eaten alive by most slave owners.

Heero didn't understand it at all but he felt this deep sense of protection towards this lost boy. He didn't want someone so innocent to be hurt or broken.

"I'm sorry you were taken away from your homeland. I can't do anything about that. However you're not alone anymore. I'm here for you. My name is Heero," the slave introduced himself.

"I'm Quatre," the boy said quietly, "I'm sorry I got your shirt all muddy."

Heero smiled faintly. "It's ok. It'll come off."

"Heero! Where did that blasted slave go off to? Get your ass over here before I whip you into shape!" A harsh voice yelled from a short distance away.

"Quatre, I want you to listen to me and do exactly what I say. No matter what he says to me be quiet. Don't speak unless he asks you to. Do you understand?" Heero asked.

The other slowly nodded. The brunette sighed and had the boy stand right behind him.

"I'm over here Master," The slave called out, placing an added emphasis on the last word.

He stood his ground as the other man stalked up to them and slapped Heero across the face. The forward momentum knocked the boy to the ground.

Quatre quickly forgot his place and kneeled down to check on Heero. "Are you ok?" he questioned.

The brunette nodded and brushed the boy aside. He then stood up to face his master.

"And who do we have here?" the man asked, looking the other over.

"I found him under the pier. He was on a slave ship," the slave answered.

"Where is the ship now, boy?"

"It got stuck in a storm and sunk. I think I'm the only one that made it out," the boy murmured.

The man laughed loudly and glanced at them both. "Well I do believe it's your lucky day. Mine too because I've got myself a new slave. Go up to the stable and get him cleaned up Heero. Yourself as well," the man ordered.

He took the smaller boy's hand and rapidly dragged him away from their master.

"Heero why is he smiling like that? It's kind of scary," Quatre whispered.

"Don't worry. I'll protect you."

"You promise?" the boy asked.

Heero glanced at the innocent boy and squeezed his hand. "I promise," the brunette vowed.
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Heero glanced up at the blonde in his arms. He had kept that promise and continued to even to this day. No matter how much abuse he received to keep it that way.

"Now you're sad. We won't be here forever you know. We'll be free someday. I'm sure we will," Quatre stated.

The brunette closed his eyes and tried to will the emotions away. The other boy seemed to always know what he was feeling so he usually tried to close himself up inside.

"I need to fill the water bins outside," Heero informed him.

The blonde pulled away and nodded. He then returned to the horse's side and stroked her head. "If you ever need to talk Heero you know I'll always be here right?" Quatre questioned.

"Yeah, I do."

He gazed one last time as the small boy gently touched the mare before slowly walking away. How could he ever begin to tell the innocent slave about the horrors he had faced all his life?

"I can't. I won't tell him," Heero murmured. It would hurt Quatre so much if he knew the pain Hero was put though to keep him safe and un-touched. The brunette didn't even being to realize how much he would have to endure to protect the smaller boy. That was however until he finally washed toe mud off of him and discovered just what he looked like.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" the deep voice that Heero had grown to hate called out.

The slave rolled his eyes and glanced over to his master, noting the bulge in his pants with a nauseating feeling.

"So what are you going to blame on either Quatre or me today?" the brunette asked.

The older man leered and grabbed the boy's arm. He then proceeded to drag him into the tack room on the side of the barn.

"That blonde of yours shoved one of my boys," the man stated.

"And why did he do this?" Heero inquired. He knew never to trust what his master said because it was always half true.

"My son wanted to pet one of the horses and that slave told him not to. Said the horse would bite him. Of course my boy didn't listen because I raised him right and that blonde pulled him away. So sense I said I wouldn't hurt the brat someone owes me."

Heero sighed inwardly. He could figure out what happened. The smaller boy hadn't listened and Quatre had pulled him away so he wouldn't be hurt. Frankly if it were him he would have let the child get bitten. It would have served him right for not listening in the first place. However the blonde was just too caring for his own good.

"I'm just trying to be a good father to my children," the man commented.

The brunette laughed. He couldn't help it. He knew there was going to be hell to pay for contradicting that statement but he really didn't care.

"Some parent you are. Well your children are outside playing you're in here having me suck you off. I wonder what your wife would think if she knew she wasn't enough to satisfy you. Or maybe it was her and she's sick of putting out to you?"

The man snarled and he slammed Heero against the wall. He then kicked the boy several times in the gut before pulling him up to his knees. He quickly pulled down his pants and underwear, freeing his aching arousal.

Heero knew this was coming and tried to relax so he wouldn't gag as his master thrust into his mouth. The brunette could feel the inside of his mouth ripping by the harsh movements and forced himself to ignore the pain.

"You fucking bastard! I would so kill you if you didn't have such a tight ass and hot mouth," The man growled as he continued the rough treatment.

The brunette closed his eyes and forced himself to see past the pain, past the humiliation, past the large foreign yet all too familiar object in his mouth. He could feel the older man shutter, knew he was about to find his release. The slave tried not to choke as the man let go inside him. Heero coughed several times, trying to rid the substance from his body.

His master smiled sickly and ran his fingers through the boy's hair. The brunette hacked some more, praying that he wouldn't throw up from the nauseating feelings that the simple touch gave. The dark mood was shattered as the toll of a bell sounded. Heero sighed inwardly at the heavenly noise. It meant that a client was coming down the dirt road and he would need to leave and get the horses ready to be presented.

"Well damn, I guess we'll have to finish up this later," the man stated. He pulled his clothes back on and glanced at the mirror in the corner of the room.

"Get yourself cleaned up and get out there. Make sure to treat them with respect and answer any questions this person or people may have. You understand?"

The slave slowly nodded and stood up. He wiped his face with his hand and tried not to show his discomfort in front of his master. The man walked over to him and cupped his chin, forcing him to look at other's face eye to eye.

"You say anything about what I do to you to these people and I'll rape Quatre. You got it?"

Heero flinched and nodded. His master threatened him with this every time someone came to buy a horse yet he still reacted just the same.

"I understand, Sir."

"Good. Hurry up now," He slapped the boy on the back and left the small room. As soon as he was out of sight Heero sank to the floor. He pulled his knees up to his chest and shivered. The boy slowly rocked back and forth, willing himself to calm down and get back to work.

"I'm ok, this always happens. I should be used to it by now. At least it wasn't all the way this time," The brunette took several deep breaths and closed his eyes. He focused his mind on nothing and his breathing gradually slowed. He waited one more minute before getting up. He then made his way over to the sink in the room and rinsed his mouth out several times.

By the time he got to the door his mask had slipped back into place and he exited as if nothing had ever transpired there.
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TBC…