Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Steve/Diana, Amos Carlin, Mala, Mike Anderson, Queen Hippolyta
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark continue to juggle being lovers as well as Master and slave, Bruce continues his Abolitionist work, and a shocking Family Secret is revealed. Meanwhile, the Queen Family welcomes a new member, and Steve and Hal meet their Destinies, although neither one realizes it yet. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Summary: In Paradise, one can never fully escape Destiny. Sometimes it’s the perfect place to embrace it.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): July 18, 2008
Date Of Posting: May 28, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 2029
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
With eyes of blue,
To the captive Princess,
Is to be,
And when he came
Soon be free.
Truth be told,
With the hair of gold,
Was the key
The Warrior Princess
THE FREEDOM CHRONICLES
Steve sat on the beach, watching the play of sunlight on the water. The color of the sea was different here from the New England coast: bluer and calmer, an equally-blue sky stretching out to the horizon.
This island would be perfect peace if it wasn’t for…
He rubbed his face, trying to dispel his depression. He really hated slavery. It was a part of society here on Earth and all through the Empire, but he’d never been comfortable with it. He had grown up in a slave-free middle-class home. He had never had much contact with slaves, but he had grown very fond of the Wayne slaves.
Alfred was wonderful, really running the Manor, and taking excellent care of his Master and his charges. He was reserved in the British fashion but had crafted a home in the cavernous Manor.
Dick was a bright bundle of joy, clever and amusing and a delight to be around.
He’s also going to have to be Veiled when he gets older.
Clark was special, too, serving his Master in the most intimate way but Steve had not sensed any resentment on his part.
Of course, he could just be good at covering his true feelings, as most slaves were, but Steve had talked to Clark and had divined the gentle nature of the man. He doubted that Clark was capable of hating Bruce, especially since he was treated well.
And was there more there? In unguarded moments, he had seen the way that Bruce had looked at Clark.
As dangerous as that situation was, Steve couldn’t fault Bruce for falling in love with his slave. Clark was sweet, beautiful, and probably his confidante.
Bruce was also speaking out more forcefully for Abolition despite the dangers there, too. His reputation could become tarnished, his influence lessened, but he refused to step back.
Steve tightened his arms around himself. As a member of the U.S., and ultimately, Earth military, he was sworn to uphold the status quo, which was built firmly on the backs of slaves. Getting involved in this issue was strictly forbidden and grounds for dismissal.
He could lose everything.
He turned and smiled. “Good morning, Diana.”
“Good morning.” She stood easily on the sand. “Ready for your morning walk?”
“Very much so.” He held out his hand and she helped him up. “Let’s go.”
His left hand interlaced with hers, the right holding his cane, and they started toward the city.
While walking the streets, he noticed a large raised platform in the square.
“Is that for special ceremonies?”
Diana nodded. “And announcements. Mother used to use it for those purposes. Now our overseers do the announcing.” Her voice was neutral. “It also doubles as the auction block.” At Steve’s frown she explained, “Every time a cruise ship comes, the passengers vie for the Amazons they wish to bed.”
Feeling nauseous, Steve said, “I’m sorry.”
“You are not the one running this whorehouse.”
Steve winced but remained silent. He might not be in charge of this system, but he tacitly supported it by serving in the military.
“Let us go to breakfast.”
Steve nodded, turning his back on the auction block.
It was a beautiful view. Steve and Diana sat on the terrace, eating fresh melon and strawberries as the ocean sparkled before them.
“Which book do you wish to discuss today?”
He smiled. “I’ll let you decide.” His gaze returned to the sea. “I’m going to miss this view.”
Steve nodded. “I have to get back. I’ll be leaving tomorrow.”
“I…am sorry to hear that.”
He looked at her. He saw genuine regret in her eyes before she looked away. He gently grasped her hand across the table.
“I’ll miss you, too,” he said softly.
She met his eyes and smiled.
Steve enjoyed his last day on the Island, spending all his time with Diana.
As late afternoon shadows lengthened across the street, Steve noticed the shadows moving in an alley.
“No,” came a whimper.
Steve headed for the alley, Diana right behind him.
A blond Amazon was backed up against the wall, a soldier grinning lustily at her, his hand already up her skirt.
“C’mon, baby, I’m in the mood for some lovin’.”
The slave said nothing but resignation showed on her face.
“What the hell is going on here?” Steve snapped.
The soldier turned. “Oh, hi, Major. Just takin’ advantage of what the Island has to offer.”
“Well, Carlin…” Steve read the name on the man’s shirt “…it’s my understanding you’re supposed to be hands-off.”
Carlin smirked. He ran a hand over his short brown hair. “You know policy, Major. Not always followed to the letter.”
“Is Mike Anderson a subscriber to this breach of policy?”
Carlin moved his hand under the Amazon’s skirt. “What’s Anderson got to do with this?” The slave moaned and Carlin grinned.
Steve yanked Carlin’s hand away. “You get your chance to indulge. Until then, hands off!”
Carlin glared. “You’ve got nerve. You’re probably bangin’ the Princess over there and you’re denyin’ me my share of pussy?”
Steve lunged and slammed Carlin against the wall, the Amazon slipping away and into Diana’s arms.
“It’ll be all right, Mala,” she whispered.
Steve’s face was close to Carlin’s. “You’re violating regs here, Sergeant. You’re on report and will be disciplined as such. You’re on an island of women meant to serve, but not at your whim.”
“Like hell!” snarled Carlin. “Whores are whores, no matter how you pretty them up!”
Steve’s face contorted into a sneer of his own. “You keep your opinions to yourself, and your hands off the women of this island!” He backed away warily, keeping his eye on Carlin. The man was his height but had fifteen pounds of muscle on him. “Let’s go, ladies,” he said, ignoring the derisive snort from Carlin.
Anger fueled Steve’s limping gait toward the communications shack, the women under his protection. He snapped, “Mike!” as he approached the open doorway.
“What’s up?” asked Mike as he appeared, ready for anything. He noticed Diana comforting her sister Amazon.
“I want Sergeant Carlin transferred off this island.”
Mike raised an eyebrow. “May I ask why?”
“He violated the hands-off policy.”
Mike glanced at the Amazons again. “He’ll be gone by tomorrow.”
“Good. Let’s go, ladies.”
Steve stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom, hands pillowed behind his head. He listened to the sound of the ocean, trying to relax enough to fall asleep on his last night here.
He didn’t want to leave, but he had to get back. There was further testing to be done, if the problems with the XJ-1941 could be worked out. Or maybe he’d join Hal in the Rim until a new model was ready for testing.
Maybe that way, he could forget the fate he was leaving Diana to endure.
He sighed. Why couldn’t he have just enjoyed his time here instead of falling in…?
He looked over at the doorway and saw Diana clad in a simple white chiton.
“Hi.” He smiled. “I want to thank your mother again for a delicious farewell dinner.”
Diana glided to the foot of the bed. “I am sorry to see you go.”
Steve’s heart speeded up. “Thank you, Ang…Diana.” She was an Angel, who had saved his life, but he felt uncomfortable using it like some john bestowing some hooker’s name on his companion. “I’m sorry to go.” As she still stood at the foot of his bed, he thought he detected worry in her eyes. “Don’t be concerned about Carlin. I made sure he’ll be transferred off the Island right away. His type would take petty revenge.”
Diana moved to sit on the edge of the bed. She touched his arm, looking at him with an unreadable expression, then started to slip off her chiton.
“Whoa,” Steve said as he grasped her am. “Diana, I don’t consider you a…I don’t expect you to…”
She put a finger to his lips. “Hush, Steve Trevor. Out of all the men I have been forced to give my body to these many centuries, you are the only one I choose to give it to.”
Stunned, Steve watched as Diana shed her chiton, revealing a body worthy of a Goddess.
Diana put her hands on his face. “I feel something very strong for you, Steve. I have seen your shining soul. You are not like the other men who visit Paradise.”
Steve’s heart pounded as he looked into her beautiful eyes. “I…feel the same way about you. You’re not like any woman I’ve ever known before.”
She smiled as she began to undress him. “It was Destiny, you falling out of the sky to me.”
She kissed him and he groaned, “Angel.”
Steve awoke, amazed at his good fortune as Diana sleep peacefully in his arms. The morning sunlight streamed in through the Palace windows, gilding his Angel’s skin.
Images flashed before his eyes:
…her grace and beauty as she leaned over him, breasts brushing his face and inviting him to suckle, and his hands on her hips as she stroked his hair and face, moaning with pleasure. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, strong thighs straddling him, and he could feel her wetness as his cock grew ready.
She kissed and stroked and he couldn’t get enough of her, and they loved and sighed and cried, Steve gently pushing into her and she eagerly welcoming him, fingers clutched in his hair as she rode him up and down, his hips thrusting up, and he wanted her so much, but he loved her even more, and the sound of the sea crashed into the room as moonlight shimmered through the gauzy hangings around the bed that she unfurled, their silhouettes moving behind the curtains, and she whispered, “Beloved,” as she came…
I really do love her.
Diana had been skillful, but love had softened her touch. He knew the foolishness of falling in love with a slave, and besides, how could he afford to purchase her?
It was all impossible, but he wanted to cling to this moment.
“Beloved,” murmured Diana.
“Ah, you’re awake, Angel.” He kissed her hair.
She smiled happily. “I like that.” She nuzzled his neck.
Steve smiled, too. He allowed himself to enjoy this moment, his heart swelling with joy.
They kissed tenderly, Diana settling back down in Steve’s embrace. She gently caressed his chest.
“You still must leave?”
“I’m sorry.” His stomach knotted at the thought of what he was leaving her to suffer, her chain links cold on his skin.
She kissed his chest. “I am, too.”
Steve closed his eyes, letting the sound of the waves wash over him.
“Goodbye, Major Trevor. We hope to see you again.”
“I hope to return, Your Majesty.” Steve kissed Hippolyta’s hand.
A slight sadness shadowed her slightly-glazed eyes at his form of address, but she knew it was made out of respect and not mockery.
After the Queen had left the Throne Room, Diana said, “I wish the same thing.”
Steve smiled, albeit a trifle sadly. He took her hand and squeezed it. “I plan to come back.”
“I look forward to that day.”
Steve drew her into a kiss.
He left on an aircraft carrier, gazing at the beach where Diana stood, the waves swirling around her ankles.
“I’ll be back, Angel. I promise,” he whispered.
Before he reached port, he learned of Hal’s disappearance.
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