Harem Boy Part 1
Quatre wandered around the market place stopping occasionally to add more wares to the basket his servant carried. Smiling mischievously he managed to brush up against his bodyguard, Trowa. He bit his lip to stop a giggle as the tall man tried to glare at him. He could see the amusement deep inside the eyes of his long time lover.
The day was beautiful and for once the wares being sold were of high quality. A slight frown crossed the blond's face as he realized he would have to pass by the slavers' block to return to his carriage. He despised the way human beings were treated like animals at the auction.
He was not against slavery, he owned several himself, but he had been raised that slaves were to be treasured and treated well. They were a valued member of any household and they made life easier. A slave that was well cared for and happy was content and loyal. He agreed with this philosophy whole-heartedly and treated his slaves with love and affection.
As Quatre walked by the slave auction, he suddenly felt pain, sorrow, and shame and reached up a hand, grasping his chest. His empathy was hitting him full force and he was feeling someone else quite strongly. He felt Trowa's strong arms encircle him protectively and this allowed him to catch his breath and gain some control over the unexpected assault of emotions. Looking into concerned green eyes he answered the question he saw in the gaze, "My empathy has been touched. We need to look at the slave auction and see who was able to get past my shields."
Quatre stared in disgust at the crowd of men and women yelling and screaming in delight at the slaves being paraded naked before them. He felt his heart lurch again and realized that the slender youth now being lead on the stage was the one who had touched his gift.
Quatre watched in fascination as the crowd abruptly became quiet as they got their first look at the stunningly beautiful boy on the auction block. He was slim, with unblemished milky white skin. There was a rosy glow of good health surrounding the firm and toned form. His hair was in a braid and reached just beyond nicely rounded buttocks. That hair was filled with colors of chocolate, walnut, bronze, red and gold, but it was the face and eyes that were truly arresting. The boy's delicate heart-shaped face was feminine and perfectly formed with full lips that begged to be kissed. His liquid violet orbs were large and shimmered with his emotions. He was one of the most beautiful people Quatre had ever seen.
Quatre almost didn't hear the remark that started the roar of bids; the lovely creature before them was pure. Quatre gasped as the boy shrank back from the ferocity of the biding war and knew that eyes like this youth had should only be filled with joy, not shame and fear.
Turning to Trowa, Quatre gave him a gold filled bag with the royal crest upon it. "I refused to allow him to bought by these animals. They will destroy the gentle and giving nature I sense inside this boy... beneath the fear and shame."
Trowa nodded and quickly pushed himself forward towards the stage. One or two turned to complain and quickly shut their mouths as they saw the insignia that announced this man was a member of the royal household. Trowa gracefully leapt onto the stage and silence gradually descended as everyone noticed who he was. Walking to the slaver, Trowa handed him the gold and announced in a loud voice that the bidding was over. He drew off his cloak and gently covered the trembling youth and led him back to his Lord as the denied bidders grumbled about the injustice.
TBC...
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