Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Cat's Life ❯ The Empty Cathouse ( Chapter 10 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

AN: Sorry for taking so long. But my vacation is starting and I'll have a lot of time to give to writing! I can't wait! Thank you, you loyal readers, and I hope you like this next chapter. I thought on it for a long time- I sure had the time to think a lot- and I just want it perfect to anyone who continues reading.

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Kix: Oh, speaking of paddles, I made sure to incorporate that here, hmm? Why is his father here? You shall know, and let me know what you know when you know. :D Thanks for reviewing!

Jazzy: I love Treize being a badass, and I hate Quatre's father in this fic. But it's so much fun, huh? Thanks for reviewing!

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AdmiralShadowWolf: Who knew I wouldn't update for such a long time! Sorry. Thanks for taking your time out to review! *is glomped* It isn't as bad as you think.

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Summary: Most of the pets are taken away. Only Quatre, plus the ever-present Une, are the only ones left with Treize. This gives rise for him to be the center of his master's attention whenever Treize is free! But eventually they will get back the other pets.



The Empty Cathouse



He had to get over his initial shock from seeing his father to realize that other men, presumably his slavemates' former masters, were there. The stood dressed from head to toe; Quatre recognized Dekim Barton, wearing a bright white suit, his father's blue. Pretty much everyone was looking their best and, Quatre could even feel this radiating from each man, feeling smug; Relena and Heero, looking downcast, stood among them. Also among them was a police officer. Quatre knew this because he had on the uniform and gesticulated to Treize to get out of the pool. The duke took his time, then motioned the other's to do the same.

"Officer Walker, how nice to meet you again," Treize said complacently. "Pets, go get your things."

Officer Walker nodded with a small smile. "I have to be honest, Duke Kushrenada. I don't believe a damn word they're saying."

"And just what are they saying?"

"Well." Walker flipped through a small notebook as the rest of the slaves crowded around their master, not obeying his command. "They claim-"

"It's the truth," Dekim said.

Walker ignored him. "They claim that you borrowed their slaves just for a little while, and say that they want them back, but you refused-"

"Treize bought us!" Milliardo burst out, raising a fist, aimed at a man around Quatre's father's age. The blonde long-haired man could only be Milliardo's father, who had sold Milliardo and his sister not too long ago. Now he too has come back to take away the slaves and probably sell them back to Treize at a higher price. "I remember: three million for me and two for Relena. Now, father, you are a damn liar if you say that never happened!"

"I never received no such money," Mr. Peacecraft said easily, not blinking an eyelash when his son snarled at him. He only raised an eyebrow and stated, "I was under the impression that you disliked your time here."

"Better than back with a fucker pretending to be my father."

"Duke Kushrenada," Walker interrupted, "Do you have any documentation of this trade?"

"No."

Some of the pets sighed exasperatedly, Hilde saying, "Of course you don't, and that bastard is here, Duo!" She pointed at a man hunching over himself with a ridiculously large noise and mushroom-shaped hairstyle. He wore many rings of different sizes, shapes, and colors that reflected onto the puddles of water.

"I'm sorry," Treize said sincerely, his eyes closed, "All of you will have to be returned."

"Are you saying that you indeed borrowed, and did not buy, these slaves from these men?" Walker asked.

"I bought them. But I have no documentation, and, well, there's not much you can do without proof."

Walker shrugged. "That's true. But I do have something."

The group of Indian givers and Treize's group turned to Walker as he took out a cassette tape recorder, an old, old thing, and played it. "This is Mr. Winner."

It went:' "I just got a good deal, my men! A good deal! Two million for my youngest son. Finally sold off good, and to none other than that Kushrenada. Been haggering that bastard to buy mine at a good price and finally I've gone and done it."

"Heard he paid six for the Peacecraft boy and four for that bitch from Barton. Yea, you got a deal." '

Walker shut off the tape. "I just so happened to be at the bar, and since I've known you pack of wolves enjoy making loopholes in the regular illegal trade of slaves, I thought it best to record the convo, and look how handy it came in. Quatre stays with Kushrenada, but the others have to go. "

Mr. Winner was nearly blue in the face with embarassment and humiliation. Wufei went with some old man with goggles and a fake hand, Catherine and Trowa followed Dekim, Hilde and Duo were ushered by the mushroom man, Sally and Dorothy- who grinned and said, "So you want me back, old man?"- with some other old man with a weird mustache, Milliardo had to go with his father, and Noin seemed to go with an uncle or rather. Mr. Winner left first and Dekim last, his fingers around his repossessed pets.

"There will be an auction in two weeks time, but I can't assure you that the same pets will be available then." Laughing, he left, and Trowa took one last glimpse at Quatre, a lust-filled gaze, and then left the building.

Unlike what Quatre expected, Treize stayed in the pool for about another hour, floating, probably contemplating the matters, The skylights shone until the sun set, with the bright lights of the sun shining on the duke's glistening skin until the sun set.

After awhile, Quatre said, "We'll get them back," and the words were filled with a confidence he didn't have and couldn't feel. His master's feelings were guarded, or maybe mellow, but sadness tinged his consciousness.

"They'll treat them badly," Treize said, pulling himself out of the pool, and hauling Quatre out by his small elbow. "They'll treat them badly to convince me to buy them again."

"Are you?"

"Of course I am. They're mine," Treize growled. "Those greedy bastards,"- he donned a pair of fresh skintight clothing and Quatre watched his bulging muscles before realizing he had to do the same-"can have their damn money."

"Are you going to wait until the auction day?"

"Of course not; their prices would be insane the more they thing about it. Before I buy them, though, I must count my earnings,. Dekim and Peacecraft are at least mildly intelligent. They'll guarantee very large prices."

Already dressed, Une spoke for the first time that day. "Do you plan on spending all of your money?"

Treize, silent, began walking back to the bus, forked eyebrows furrowed. "I might as well. Another fight is coming and I can get the money back. This is but a mild defeat, Une."

And Treize spoke no more about the matter on the bus ride home. He immediately began counting the money, along with Une's and Quatre's help, as soon as they got home and into his room- which was locked, probably because Heero had taken the precaution to do so when the old man took him. Treize not only had plenty of reward money and cash from Theodore's beets, but also from the best of other opponents and friends. All in all, it was over a spectacular sixty million ducs, give or take a few because of random coins they didn't bother to count.

After they were finished, Treize gave him a weird grin. Quatre could read his feelings, and it was as if... It could have possibly been that Treize was pushing his emotions to them, and they were forceful with lust- eager, bold lust.

"You know, you will have to do the work of the all the absent slaves now. How do you think you will keep me satisfied?"

Quatre swallowed nervously. It was quiet, as like the bus rid ehome, with only Treize and Une to watch him. Treize looked much bigger now, his muscles much more defined, his grin much more feral- all this because he could only be compare to how pleasing and calming the absent pets looked, compared to Treize's sophisicated and dominating edge. Quatre wore no clothes, not since Treize, in the boring interim of not counting, ordered him naked. Though node, he felt warm under Treize's penetrating gaze, and scared without Duo and Trowa there to pacify him or to tell him what to do.

"We'll wait a week, then get Dorothy and Sally back. Those two are probably raising hell with the old man," Treize said nonchalantly while leading Quatre into the bed and shedding his clothes for maybe the fifth time that day. Quatre suddenly realized, for no particular reason at all, that they had left everyone else's gym clothing back in the locker room.

"Before that, Your Excellency," Une said sternly,"we must call that toad,"- She meant the announcer-" about your match this weekend,. You know it is handicapped and you only have Quatre. Before sex, you should train Quatre to fight, and not only that, you don't want him to end up like the others, disrespectful and manipulating. And-"

"I get it, Lady." Treize wasn't angry, smiling endearingly at her nagging. "Come over. We'll deal with those other things later. For now, I want to fuck both of you."

Surprisingly, Une blushed, coming into the bed with her clothes still on. Treize grabbed her, snatching off her clothes without preamble. He kissed her open mouth and cupped each revealed breast, which nipples hardened at his touch. Quatre, knowing how it felt to be touched by those large hands and feeling their growing lust combining together with his empathy, felt ready to explode already.

"'Master?" he whimpered boldly.

Still kissing hungrily, Treize reached over for him and pulled him under into his embrace with Une, then began sucking at his nipples while playing with Une's with his other hand.

"Tell me how it feels," Treize growled, biting.

"It hurts!" Quatre cried, breathing heavily, "But... But in a good way." Une didn't say anything, and Quatre didn't think she was required to because the duke didn't push her. "Please do it again, Master Treize."

And, thankfully, he did it again while also pulling at his cock. Quatre knew Treize was holding back, for he changed into Full Dress unconsciously to spend the energy that built up. Suddenly, he rose and searched around inside his bed before finding a large paddle, somewhat similar to what he used on Wufei, except with a darker, heavier wood. Une automatically, excited, turned over on her knees and offered her shapely ass to Treize, who SMACKED her hard on her buttock. Her shout of pleasure scared Quatre a bit, but still, not wanting to disappoint his overly aroused master, went into the same position as his superior. The blow came nearly unprecedented. It was more air than bite, a swat with hardly any pain and a lot of sound. It felt good.

"Feels good, doesn't it Quatre?" Treize hit him again on his trembling buttocks. Quatre could only hiss positively as he was brought to the brink of almost unbearable pleasure, each strike making him shudder forward. He was surprised when it stopped and he saw Une between Treize's legs, sucking him earnestly.

"Une! My sweet Lady." Treize pulled her long hair from its bun and ran his fingers through it, doing that grin of his as Une pleasured him. "I'm going to spend my seed to soon, but before that, as I've said, I want to fuck you. On your back," he ordered. She did as she was told, fingering her folds and diving inside herself, while Treize slipped on a condom, miraculously in his size. Then he entered her, her moans making Quatre shudder.

They were all so close, and Quatre was all alone without being allowed anything to do.

"You see, Une, he's so docile already. It's not going to take much to train him," Treize said, pleased. "Touch yourself, Quatre. I love to see my pets pleasure themselves."

All but eager, Quatre opened his legs wide to give his master the best view he could possibly have, and immediately began working at his swollen member; he even rubbed his sore ass, which really made Treize excited, and he shoved faster it the quietly moaning Lady Une. It wasn't long before she let out a keen cry, and Treize stilled to let her ride out her orgasm before pulling out of her. With barely three seconds of preparation, he forced himself inside Quatre, condom gone, and he freely slid, with a small bit of resistence from Quatre's ass, in and out of Quatre.

"Heavens, you're so tight, Quatre. It's good."

Quatre had the sudden notion that he probably wasn't as good as Milliardo, but at that moment, as his orgasm struck him like another blow from a paddle, he didn't care. Treize finally came with him, his cum coating his insides, making them both quiver in pleasure.

They lied there in bed for awhile before Treize said, "I think we can go visit Dorothy."

Quatre didn't know what he meant but he was surprised to know that Treize was absolutely serious about the idea.