Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Betrayal ❯ Shopping ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.

Pairings: a brief OC+4/4xOC, OCxOC, 2+4+2, 1x2x1, 3+4+3, eventually 3x4.

Category: set after the war about AC 200, betrayal, romance; OOC; maybe lemon probably lime; Angst; yaoi

Warnings: Cheating, language, lies, lust, good dreams, friends.

Spoilers: None

Rating: R

Author's Note: Let's see first off thank you Mookie for beta reading for me. Please do not read if any of this will offend you. This chapter shopping trip and plot.

Author: Benji Coyle

Betrayal

Duo pulled into a nearly empty parking lot and parked the car. He leaned over towards Quatre and whispered, "Quatre, you can open your eyes now; we're here."

"Promise. Not like last time at the red light," Quatre said in an irritated voice.

"Yes, see I turned off the car," Duo continued to speak in a calm, low voice.

"You did that last time," Quatre replied, still not willing to open his eyes.

"I'm putting the keys in my pocket, and opening the door," Duo said as he began to step out of the car.

"Fine; where did you take me?" Quatre asked, cautiously cracking an eye open.

"Mattress World," came the energetic reply.

Seeing no immediate threat, Quatre followed Duo out of the car and into a warehouse style of building with flamboyant letters above the doors proclaiming the name.

"I didn't even know a place like this existed on L4," Quatre said in awe.

"Yep, it's a chain; all the colonies have one," Duo answered.

"Oh" Quatre said as he and Duo entered the store. They were immediately accosted by three clerks.

"Can we help you?" they asked.

"No, just looking," Duo replied and began to walk further into the store.

"Okay! But we will be around if you need anything."

The clerks proceeded to follow the two men around the store like sharks circling a wounded fish. Every few minutes the two would be interrupted by one of the clerks. The further they wandered into the store, the more clerks would be attracted, like blood in water, and start following them around.

"Didn't there used to be three of them?" Quatre whispered.

"Yep, they're multiplying like bunnies," Duo also said in a low voice.

"Why are they staring at us?" Quatre continued to whisper nervously.

"Commission," Duo said matter-of-factly.

"What?" Quatre asked in a semi-raised voice.

"Q, do you want me to get rid of them?" Duo continued to whisper.

"I don't think killing is the answer," Quatre snapped back, agitated.

"I'm not Heero. I meant do you want me to make them go away and give us some room for think for ourselves," Duo answered back testily.

"Yes," Quatre answered in an apologetic voice.

"Remember, you asked for this," Duo said, ominously stopping in front of a mattress and hopping on. "Q, this one's nice; come lie down and see if you like it."

Quatre lie down beside Duo on the bed. "I'll have to agree; it's firm, but not too firm."

"Let's see if it'll fit all of our needs," Duo said turning to Quatre and giving him a lecherous wink.

"What?" Quatre squawked indignantly.

"Just lie still and let me do this," Duo said, straddling Quatre. Quatre's eyes grew wide once he realized what Duo meant to do, and he quickly pushed Duo off of him, and turned over on his stomach to bury his head under his arms in abject horror and humiliation.

"Sorry Quat, I forgot you're a bottom boy," Duo said, slapping Quatre's butt and once again began to climb on top of him.

Quatre began to turn all different shades, and when he turned around to let Duo have it, he noticed all of the clerks were making a mad dash to get far away from them, and he began to laugh hysterically for the first time in what felt like years.

After the sales sharks had left and Quatre had calmed his hysterics, they began to look around. It was amazingly easy to find what they wanted after the distracting clerks had left.

They walked up to a bored looking sales girl who had not been one of their stalkers. Noticing them walking over to her she put a fake looking smile on and said "Hi, my name's Liz; may I help you gentlemen?"

"Yes, we would like to purchase some bedroom sets and mattresses," Duo answered.

"Okay, just tell me which ones and I'll write up your order," she said, taking out a clipboard and a pen.

Quatre pointed out the beds he wanted - two king sized canopy beds, two king sized waterbeds (Duo picked these out), and two king sized sleigh beds. As she was writing down the information, Duo began to strike up a conversation with her. "So I noticed you weren't with the group of scavengers when we entered. Don't you work on commission?"

"Yes, we do, but I'm happy with just the base pay," she said in a bland tone.

"Don't you get in trouble for that?" Quatre asked.

"Most of the time, but I hate trying to push a sale; it makes me feel like I'm prostituting myself," she commented, not looking up from the clipboard.

"Never thought of it that way before," Quatre mused aloud.

"Well, you haven't seen half the stunts these people pull to make a sale," Liz said, defending herself.

"Oh," Duo and Quatre answered in unison.

"Well, Mister Smith, your furniture should arrive in three to five days. And would you like to add a warranty on top of that?" Liz asked, showing Quatre the form.

"Yes, but the name is..."

"Trust me; it's Mister Smith," Liz cut in before Quatre could finish.

Quatre noticed that several of the sharks were around and said, "of course; I was going to say call me Bill."

"Okay, Bill, it was a pleasure doing business with you. Hope you come shop with us again," she said, dismissing them.

"Thanks," Duo said as they walked towards the exit. Once they had reached a safe distance, Duo stated, "that was an odd experience."

"Yes, wonder what she meant by stunts though?" Quatre pondered aloud.

"Look over there," Duo said, pointing to a mattress off in the corner. Quatre turned his head in the direction that Duo pointed he understood why Liz used the word 'prostituting' in reference to making a sale. There was a young sales woman in a short skirt and a low cut blouse crawling on a mattress and stopping in the center of the bed. Bouncing, you could hear her high pitched voice across the store saying "It's nice and firm, and look, it's bouncy, too," to a middle aged man.

Quatre and Duo looked at each other, shuddered, and quickly made their way to the car.

"Duo, give me the keys; I'm driving home," Quatre said, stopping in front of the driver's side.

"Sure you are, only we have another stop to make, so looks like I'm still driving," Duo answered, pushing Quatre over to the passenger's side and opening the door for him.

Quatre got into the passenger side and quickly strapped himself in and clutched the door handle in a death grip.

"Quatre, I'm hurt at your lack of faith in my driving skills. I used to be a Gundam pilot, for crying out loud," Duo said, jumping into the driver's seat and strapping on his safety belt.

"I think, if I remember rightly, I'm justified after watching you pilot," Quatre said, rolling his eyes.

"Damn it, Quatre, all I want is a little respect." Duo grumbled.

"And that's what you have," Quatre said flippantly.

"Knock it off, Quatre, you're getting bitchy again." Duo growled.

"Whatever," Quatre mumbled and looked out his window.

"Fine, what would you be doing now if I left you holed up in your office?"

"Working on an important business proposal," Quatre said in a professional voice and continued to stare out of his window.

"Bullshit, Rashid told me you cancelled all business related activities."

"Bastard," Quatre groused.

"You would probably still be staring at the ceiling."

"No, it's almost 6:30. I would be working out," Quatre said in mock triumph.

"I stand corrected; here we are," Duo said in a sarcastic voice.

"Not another one," Quatre said dejectedly once he saw that they were parked in front of another warehouse styled structure with more harsh lettering above them.

"Now we need a couch, chairs, and a table," Duo told Quatre in a voice usually used for communicating with five-year-olds.

Walking into the building, Quatre noticed an immediate difference from the last store; this one had three separate wings and they were separated into living/family room, dining room/kitchen, and office.

"Duo, I think the florescent lights are starting to fry my brain," Quatre moaned as they made their way over to the couches.

"You should have worn a hat then."

"Just hurry up and pick something out," Quatre said as they stood in front of a sea of couches and chairs.

Duo walked around and sat in almost every seat. It took him about twenty minutes to find a plush leather couch and two matching chairs with ottomans. "So what color do you think, tan or cream?"

"I want green."

Duo raised an eyebrow and smirked at Quatre's response and said, "Green it will be then. Let us go find a kitchen table so we can at least eat like civilized people."

Quatre followed Duo to the kitchen area and pointed to the first table he saw so he would not have a repeat of the couches.

"Quatre, that is a dining room set; we need one of those too, but we should really get one for the kitchen."

"Why? My servants already replaced all the necessary items in the kitchen and washroom."

"Appliances and counters, my man, but you need a table we can eat at."

"Fine, that one."

"Are you sure a glass table is a good idea?"

"You said we are going to eat on it. It looks sturdy enough to eat on."

"Alright, let's go find someone and buy the stuff."

They made their way over to a clerk and ordered the items that they had picked out. They were told that they could expect their shipment in five to seven business days. After that they made their way back to the car.

"I'm hungry; let's get something to eat."

"How about take out?"

"No, I'm in the mood to go to a restaurant; you know, with a table and chairs."

"Okay, but only if we get to go home after that."

"No problem, if we've forgotten anything we can go shopping tomorrow."

"I'm really starting to not like you."

"Oh, Quatre, and I thought we were doing so well together."

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