Title: The Prince's Consort
Author: Spider-Jen
Rating: R for Part 1, the rest NC-17
Pairings: 1x2
Warning: Yaoi (boyxboy) AU, OOC Duo, PWP, Underage Lime, Future Lemons, No Beta
Summary: Prince Heero gets a beautiful consort, but he doesn't want to be distracted from his duty as prince.

Part 1

In the empire, it was a great honor to have a child selected to be a consort. The family was well compensated, for a family as poverty stricken as Duo's it was akin to a miracle. Recognized at the age of eight for his great beauty, Duo was taken into training to be a consort.

He didn't really remember his life before his training. All he remembered was being hungry and a woman's tearful goodbye. He was taught many things at the Academy. They taught him to read and write, and play a variety of musical instruments, but most importantly to take care of his body. How to maintain his weight and muscle tone, to keeping his skin glowing and supple.

At the age of 12, the Academy's mistress came to Duo and told him he was ready to take his role as a consort. She told him that she'd made the negotiations for him herself and that he would be a royal consort to the prince himself. Her final words to him were to do his duty and make her proud.

The day he was to be presented to the prince, in a grand ceremony at the palace, Duo was prepared by six maidens. His long chestnut hair was piled high on his head in elaborate knots and curls. White powder was applied to his face and candy apple red gloss to his lips. A fine gold dusting to his eyelids and heavy kohl lined his eyes. When he saw himself in the mirror he didn't even recognize himself.

They draped him in red silk robes over a short white slip. Though it was stylish, Duo thought the robes looked three sizes too big and was afraid he'd trip and make a fool of himself. Not the best first impression of the person who is supposed to spend the rest of his like as a companion to royalty.

It was a momentous day for Heero, prince and heir to the empire. His fifteenth birthday celebration signifying his first step into manhood. Today they would have a huge feast and Heero would receive his consort in a ceremony similar to a wedding.

Although this was a very significant day for Heero, second only to his crowning and his arranged marriage at twenty-one, he felt ambivalent about the whole proceeding. His father followed the same tradition as his father did before him and so forth. It was simply another duty in his position and Heero always followed his duty.

The festivities started with his introduction to the crowd. He stood on a balcony looking stoically down at the thousands of his subject coming to pay their respect at his birthday. The next couple of hours passed as he sat looking down at the evening's entertainment. Acrobatics performed daring feats, breathed fire and danced to delight the crowd and the royal family. Heero sat on his thrown beside his father never moving a muscle.

As a finale, fireworks blazed through the sky drowning the noise of the crowd with their explosions. The people were thinning, creating a path for a procession of guards surrounding a palanquin. They came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs leading to the Royal balcony. Two guards stood on either side of the palanquin pulling back the curtains to reveal a small figure swathed in silk, a veil covering the face of the person.

An older woman came forward, taking the prince's new consort by the hand to assist him up the stairs and into the hand of his master. The emperor made a speech about Heero coming of age and what great joy it should bring the empire, but Heero didn't listen to a word. He was intrigued by the figure beside him. He knew it was a boy, was informed a few months ago when arrangements had been made. His father informed him that it was a good match and that Heero would have enough to deal with having an empress to have another female in his life.

The emperor finished his speech and signaled to Heero that it was time to escort his consort to the prince's chambers. The hand in his felt supple and smooth as he led the boy inside his room. Now that he had the boy there he didn't know what to do next. He did know he was curious to see what was under the veil.

Leading the boy to his bed, Heero sat him down and sat next to him turning at the waist to look at him. The hair and headdress looked complex, but Heero finally found the clasp for the veil and released it. The boy quickly lowered his head and raised his arms to cover his face.

"My Prince," the boy said softly. He was young, definitely younger than Heero's fifteen years. If his height hadn't given it away his voice did.

"Let me see you." The prince stated.

The prince's consort lowered his hands to his lap and raised his head.

"Look at me," said Heero. The boy turned his body and let his violet-blue eyes meet the prince's deep blue ones.

"What is your name?"

"Duo, my prince."

"Duo," the prince repeated trying it out. The boy was truly lovely. A beauty fit for a prince, Heero thought.

His eyes sparkled, his skin looked softer than any rose petal he'd even seen and his lips were painted red as the sweetest apple, they were driving Heero to distraction. Heero ran his fingers over the powdered white cheeks, they felt even softer then they looked.

If Heero had been more exposed to people and their emotions he might have noticed the slight tremble of fear that coursed Duo's body. But being the sheltered boy he was he only saw an obedient, beautiful boy and a sweet looking mouth.

Leaning forward the inexperienced prince pressed his lips to his consort's. The boy's mouth was so soft and his scent seemed to fill Heero making his heart race. Drawing back he found his hands resting on the boys shoulders. Smoothing his hands down the silk robe to his biceps he pulled the boy closer as he captured the boys lips again, this time tasting them with his tongue.

The boy tasted sweeter than golden honey. Duo whimpered under the roaming tongue and Heero felt his chest seize. His hands squeezed Duo's arms dragging his robe down past his shoulders revealing more creamy skin free of the white powder covering the boy's face.

When Heero pulled back this time both boys were panting. The red paint on Duo's lips had smeared a bit and Heero thought it looked good on him. He felt proud that he was responsible for the boy's mussed state. Duo's hair was started to unravel, and his eye makeup smeared giving his eyes a smoldering look. His robe pulled down to reveal a pink hardened nipple. The sight inflamed Heero in ways he didn't know were possible. His entire body felt like it should be bursting into flames, his groin ached unimaginably and his heart was thundering in his chest, making him light headed.

Pushing Duo back further against the headboard of his bed Heero began panting in earnest kissing the boys neck. He took hold of the boy's hand, guiding it to the drawstring of his pants. The boy untied the string gripping the waist band of Heero's silk pants. Pulling the now loose band, Heero's sensitive erection sprung out brushing against Duo's hand.

Heero groaned loudly into Duo's neck, his manhood twitched and shot his seed over Duo's hand and Heero's pants. Panting Heero pulled back looking at an amazed Duo. Duo stared back at the prince not knowing if he had done well or not.

This wasn't what Heero had expected to happen. These feelings were so consuming, how was he to follow his duties? He couldn't even control his body. It was unacceptable, a distraction. A prince could not afford distractions.

Pulling himself back together and fixing his clothes, Heero called the guard at the door to enter.

"Your highness?" the guard was well trained and ignored the state of his prince and consort.

"Escort my consort to his chambers," he said to the guard, then addressed Duo. "A hand maid should be waiting to assist you in changing. I will see you tomorrow in the afternoon."

"Yes, my prince." Duo obediently replied adjusting his clothes and shuffling to the door. The prince avoided looking at the boy and started for an adjacent room where his personal servants were waiting to see to his needs.

His mind made up, he would not let a beautiful distraction stop him from what was required of him.

To Be Continued