Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Affairs ❯ Dangerous Affairs 4/? ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I do not own the Gundam boys or any other character from the series.

Warnings: Lemon, lime, angst, rape, abuse, foul language, AU, OOC

Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4, 3xR, 6X13

Rating: NC 17

Author: Ryouga

Author's note for this chappy. The 6 X 13 lemon is dedicted to Jo. You know who you are girl ^_~

Summary: Treize Kushrenada runs an elite detective agency and Ace detectives Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell are assigned the task of bringing a serial killer to justice. Quatre Winner is a young trainee under the ever-watchful eye of Wu Fei Chang. When good meets bad and love enters the equation, it becomes a dangerous affair.

Author's note: This arc will officially be known as the `Retribution and Atonement'arc

Dangerous Affairs part 4

"Holy shit!" Quatre exclaimed from the control booth as he too heard Trieze's voice over the intercom. "Even I never thought about the cameras." He quickly flicked the switch and all visual with the elevator car went dead. He reached to his left and held his finger on a small blue panel. "I'm starting the elevator up again. You two had better make yourselves decent. No doubt his majesty is gonna be royally pissed at you when he catches up with you."

"Yeah," Duo's voice returned, "No doubt."

"I still can't believe you forgot about the cameras, Maxwell," Heero's voice followed.

Quatre smirked. Heero sounded a little embarrassed. Then again, he probably would've been too if it had been him.

"Shit, Yuy, I'm not the only one who has a brain to think with ya know."

"Well you sure didn't use yours then, did you?" Heero retorted.

"Well I didn't see you suggesting we turn them off either."

Quatre rolled his eyes.

"Well that's because this wasn't my idea in the first place,"Heero reminded his lover.

"So you're telling me you didn't like it?" Duo sulked.

"I never said that."

"Well quit complaining then."

"Well you quit jumping me at work then."

"How about I just stop giving you sex altogether? "

"How about ..."

"OIY!!" Quatre yelled down the intercom.

"WHAT!!" the unified yell returned.

"Let's not forget that we have a case to solve, gentlemen," the blonde interrupted as he started the elevator again. "So I suggest you get your naked arses into gear, preferably your gear, and get on with it. I'll meet you at the Archives in ten. Quatre out."

~*~

Zechs laughed as the visual went dead. He'd been discussing his own case with Treize when the whole thing happened. "Anyone would think that they never got any at all the way they carry on."

Treize shook his head. "I have my suspicions that Mr. Winner is connected to this in someway too. The only way to stop the cars manually is from the control booth."

Zechs found himself highly amused by the whole thing. He sat down on the desk near his superior. "I think you're just jealous, Mr. Kushrenada."

Treize raised an eyebrow at the comment as he sat back in his chair with folded arms. "And why would I be jealous of those two humping each others brains out every five minutes?"

Zechs leaned a little closer into the man, whispering softly into his ear, "Because it's not you. "

A small chuckle escaped the ginger haired man's lips. Of all the most absurd things that he had ever heard, this had to be the best of them. He glanced up at his counterpart and gave him an amused look. "Mr Marquise, are you suggesting that I am jealous of a couple of root rats, just because I don't choose to have my brains humped out?"

Zechs shrugged edging closer to the man, his eyes wandering "Maybe, maybe not, but you can't say that the thought of it doesn't turn you on," he pointed down between the desk and Treize's groin.

Treize shifted in his seat, a slight blush appearing upon his cheeks. "Natural reaction, " he replied, pointing at the prominent bulge that Zechs himself seemed to have acquired.

"Point taken," the platinum blonde agreed, joining his comrade in the red-faced department. "However, " he continued. "You can't tell me that if you were approached by someone you were attracted to and things became a little too *heated* that you wouldn't fall prey to the moment?"

Treize casually placed his hands behind his head and grinned. "I've never really been in that situation Mr. Merquise, so I'm afraid I couldn't say."

"Hypothetically speaking then?" Zechs continued, requesting an answer.

Treize gave him a sideways glance. "I might, then again; I might not. I suppose it would also depend on who the other significant party was and how heated the situation."

Zechs gave his ginger haired superior a sly grin. "Alright let's say, just for argument's sake, that I'm Duo and you're Heero."

"This should prove interesting," Treize remarked, somewhat intrigued by Zechs' selection of character. "Please, do go on. I'm curious to see where this is leading."

Zechs got up from the desk and walked around behind the back of Treize's chair. "Now we both know that Duo is extremely attracted to Heero and we both know that Heero is extremely dedicated to his work and attracted to Duo."

Treize glanced behind him, "All you're doing so far is stating the obvious Zechs. Is there a point to all this?"

Zechs chose to ignore the comment and continued. "Let's just say that I, being Duo, wanted to get your attention, but you, being Heero, were to busy working, both at home and at work to spare a minute or two of your time. I'd want to get your attention anyway I could, right?"

"I suppose so."

"You're Heero at your desk, working away on a case. I'm Duo watching my lover sitting there looking gorgeous and I desperately want you to notice me." He walked up behind Treize and wrapped his arms around him, resting his lips on the side of his superior's neck and started suckling, his hand boldly reaching down and softly stroking the firmness beneath the cloth.

Treize gasped, his eyes closed and he rolled his head to the side to allow *his Duo* better access to his neck. His legs subconsciously moved apart and Zechs took advantage of game point. His fingers deftly undoing the trousers and Treize didn't have time to think as Zechs' lips pressed firmly against his own and a warm hand found it's way past all obstacles and grasped its prize.

"Mmmm…." Treize moaned into Zechs' mouth as he felt his cock being stroked gently. Their tongues danced together, Zechs pulling the other man up out of his seat and close to him.

"The door?" Treize groaned.

"Locked," Zechs replied, removing the tie and undoing the buttons on Treize's shirt. Turning his attention to the hardened pink nubs of flesh beneath, Zechs sucked one into his mouth, gently nibbling on it, licking around the base and over the tip.

"Ohhh Zechs, "Treize whispered into the man's ear as his trousers were pushed down to the floor and he was pushed back onto the desk.

Seconds later, the head of the detective agency felt his cock glide into a smooth, wet warmth. He let out a loud groan and his hands grasped a fistful of platinum blonde hair in each. He watched, fascinated as his cock was sucked, nibbled and licked, the tiny slit teased, prodded and probed. If Treize was now sure of anything, it was the fact that Zechs had a talent that had been hidden from him for too long.

"Ohhhhh, god!!!" Treize cried out quietly as the tip of Zechs' tongue found it's way to the ridge of his cock head.

Zechs watched the ginger haired man ardently as his tongue flicked it's way around the thickened muscle. He noted that Treize's eyes had now closed and he was leaning back on the desk, his hands out behind him for support.

Ceasing his torment for a moment Zechs stood leaning into the other man and kissing him softly, before kissing his way back down to the subject at hand and resuming his vigil over Treize's throbbing cock.

~*~

Duo finished getting dressed just as the elevator car ground to a halt. He glanced at his lover, who was as usual already dressed and waiting by the doors.

The doors opened and Quatre stood there, a wide grin on his face.

"Don't say a thing pretty boy, " Duo warned, " Just lead the way to these archives so I can get my daily info boost."

Heero shook his head a small smile creeping onto his face, "You're only pissed because you missed your daily sex intake."

"Shut up Yuy," the braided wonder grunted as Quatre snickered and led them into a large room that contained what looked like a giant steering wheel mounted on the door. "Shit, this is… huge!" He glanced around the room in awe. "Wait a minute blondie, how did you know this was here and I didn't?"

Quatre shrugged. "I guess I actually work more than play Maxwell, " he said, giving the junior detective a wink as he entered three numbers into a key pad on the door, then three more went into the middle of the wheel itself. A click was heard and using both hands, Quatre turned the wheel anti clockwise and pulled it open. Locking it into the safety catch the blonde made sure it was secure. "If we get stuck in there, Duo there'll be plenty of time to get laid. It has a three hourly time device installed on the inside. It's air ducted and there's a fridge and a kitchen built into it. In case of accidental lock ins."

Duo grinned at Heero.

"Don't even think it, Maxwell!!" he retorted without the chestnut haired man having to say even a word.

Quatre smirked, before ushering the other two into the archive, "As you can see the archive is controlled alphabetically. You just go over to that computer, type in what you're after and bingo, you're in the listings of whatever it is you're after, whether it be the criminal, the crime itself, what weapons used etc., or just general information. The rest though is all manual I'm afraid."

Heero turned back a little to glance at Duo. "Now why can't you be on top of things like Quatre?"

"What!? I would be if you'd bend over for me more often, my last attempt in the elevator car went a little astray, remember?"

Quatre snickered as the senior detective rolled his eyes and sighed, heading off into the middle of the archive

"This is only my second time in this place and it never ceases to amaze me how they stuff the amount of information they do in here." Heero noted aloud.

"I feel the old style of filing is pretty damned outdated and I can't see why they don't go for the computerized methods like a lot of places do now," Duo offered his thoughts outwardly.

Quatre moved to the file section they required and started to head down the aisle. "This way is a lot cheaper. There is a back up system on computer, but they don't use it if they can help it. Too much cost involved just to start up the program."

Duo made a face at the blond haired trainee. "Well that's dumb, why the heck don't they invent a system that saves time and money?"

Quatre turned and raised an eyebrow at the long haired male. "Too much cost involved."

"Well shit, talk about cheap. I know for a fact this company generates enough cash flow to afford a new system; greedy sons of bitches."

Quatre laughed at the braided haired wonder. "They also have the funds to revamp this whole Agency, but they won't. Treize said that why spend money on new expensive equipment when the old system works fine."

Heero grunted softly, "That's Treize for you. Why use computer technology if you have the idiots like Duo to do the work for you."

Duo laughed aloud. "Yeah, good point, " he stopped, turned, and thought for a second, "HEY! See if you get sex tonight!"

"Good. I *will* hold you to that, Maxwell. Finally, I'll actually get some sleep for a change," he grinned, walking past his flabbergasted lover.

Quatre snickered.

"Bastard!" Duo sulked.

"And proud of it!" The blond replied.

"Not you, stupid. Him."

Heero shrugged not a smirk on his face and pointed back at the blonde over his shoulders, "What he said."

As a short moment of silence came into being, Quatre took the opportunity to inform them of their arrival at their required destination. "Right you two, here's the section we need."

Duo stared at the blonde, ":So much for computer research, smartass. I thought you said it was gonna be computerized research?"

Hey, I never said the whole lot was computerized," he said nonchalantly.

"Duo you've had your nose in paper work files for how long and you couldn't figure it out?" Heero sighed. "Sometimes I wonder, which of the two of you is really the blonde! Anyway…" he began ignoring the twin glares he was receiving. "I think I found what we need. " He pulled out some files containing other serial killer cases and handed some of them to the other men, "Let's see if we can't work out a motive for our sick little pal's behavior."

~*~

Trieze was bent naked over his desk, Zechs had mounted him from behind. The ginger haired man moaned bucking his hips backwards as Zechs' cock plunged hard into his back passage. The desk rocked violently and a tube of hair gel fell unnoticed from the edge.

"God Trieze, you're so tight," the platinum blonde groaned, "You need to get laid more often."

"Are you offering?" Treize purred at him.

"Yes I am! You have absolutely no idea how much I've wanted to feel my cock deep inside your ass for the past year."

"Damn it Zechs, why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

Zechs reached between his superior's legs and began to stroke the swollen staff as he pushed himself deep into the tight hole until he was buried right to the base of his cock, "Because I didn't think you were interested in men, until I saw your reactions to those two. But now I know that if they ever offered you a threesome, by the look in your eyes when you watched them, you'd take them up on the offer," he moaned seductively

The mention of the randy root rats, excited the head of Kushrenada Detective Agency even more so. "Oh god Zechs, I swear I can't hold back much longer I need to come, make me come hard. Please!" he almost begged.

The younger man complied and began to increase his thrusts and strokes. He could feel his own end nearing, after all this was only meant to be a quickie and he could always drag the gorgeous beast before him home for seconds after work. He continued to pound hard into Treize's anus, the slapping of a tight sac against the smoothness of a taut rounded ass softly sounding out.

Treize was lost in the moment as he felt the throbbing length hit his tender spot and his cries echoed through out his office as his cock exploded, his seed spilling out on the desk and the floor beneath Seconds later, Zechs himself thrust deeply into the passage one final time and his cries of passion united with the other as his groin ached, his cock tightened and his hot sticky cum spurted into his would-be-lover's channel, claiming an alliance with the mess that had already found its way to the ground below.

Zechs collapsed onto Treize's back, sated and spent. Treize panted heavily, his heart racing with the effort of receiving such unmentionable pleasure.

Moments later there was a knock on the door and the two men froze.

"Are you alright in there Mr Kushrenada, Mr Zechs?" Wu Fei's voice resounded through the closed door. "Do you need help with anything?"

"No, no. We're fine thank you!" Treize replied trying not to laugh, realizing the irony of the whole situation. Now he realized what Duo must go through every time *this* happened

"Very well sir, but if you need me…"

"…I'll let you know if the need arises, Wu Fei."

"Yes sir," Wu Fei replied, heading back towards his own office.

Zechs took the opportunity to withdraw from the sopping channel as soon as the coast was clear.

Treize turned to face his counterpart and suddenly burst out laughing. "Shit!" he exclaimed, "I never thought I'd end up being on the receiving end of the treatment I've been dishing out on poor old Maxwell and Yuy. That is what you were trying to get across, wasn't it, Zechs?"

Zechs grinned, throwing Treize his clothes. "It was, but it doesn't mean that I don't want more of what we've just shared."

A sly grin spread across the older man's face. "I expect you at my place after work! I'll cook dinner."

"So I'll be there at six sharp then, shall I?" Zechs grinned as he started to redress himself.

Treize moved forward and pressed his lips to the younger man's. "If you're not, I'll come looking. I'm not the head of an elite detective agency for nothing, Mr Marquise. Be it known that I *will* find you," he finished with a wink.

"I'll bring the wine," the platinum blonde returned with a smirk as he too began the ritual of re-clothing himself.

~*~

Trowa Barton sat quietly at his desk. He glanced over last month's debit and credit statements. Things were coming along quite nicely for the family business he had inherited. Stock shares had risen by twenty five percent, the clientele had increased to six hundred businesses and, after working for seven days straight without a break he decided that tonight he would celebrate by heading down to his favorite nightclub and unwind.

Setting the other documents aside, he picked up the morning paper and began to read, his peace and quiet only to be interrupted moments later as a voice came over his com link, "Are you in Sir?

"Yes?"

"You're nine o'clock is here."

The man sighed a wistful sigh. "Send them in, Miss Catalonia."

"Yes sir."

Seconds later the door to his office opened and tall man walked into the room, "Ahh, Mr. Barton, It's good to see you again."

Trowa stood and took the outstretched hand. "Mr. Riavelli, it's my pleasure, I'm sure." He motioned to the empty seat in front of his desk. "So how can I be of service to you this time?"

"Well you see, Mr. Barton, It's about the shipment…"

And half an hour later, as the man still droned on, Trowa Barton could only pray, that the day would soon be over.

~*~

Outside of Mr Barton's office Miss Catalonia sat at the front desk filing away some finalized paper work. She turned to her coworker sitting at the desk across the way, "Don't you hate the way he just sits there and orders us about, Sally?"

The older woman grinned. "I just say yes sir and do what I have to, and then ignore the rest of his attitude. There's no point in going on about it, Dorothy," she replied. "And besides, I think his problem is that he needs to get laid."

Dorothy gave an evil grin. "Well you can offer your services if you like, but me… I would just rather slit his whiney little throat and be done with it!"

Sally laughed and set her paper work to the side. "You have all the makings of first class murderer, you know that don't you?"

Dorothy returned the laugh with gusto. "Ahh, the thrill of the kill when you hold the victim close to you and tell them how they'll never see the light of day again and slowly draw the blade across the softness of their necks."

"Whatever turns you on girl, " Sally laughed again. "However, I think I'll just stick to being Sally Po, adventurous office girl extraordinaire."

Dorothy snickered. "It won't be long until you're awarded the *Walking mat of the year*."

"At least I won't get arrested for murder," Sally smirked, "Speaking of which young lady… It sounds like you watch too many murder mysteries."

"Ahh that's for me to know and you to find out." An evil stare swept across Dorothy's face causing Sally to shudder at the chill that ran down her spine, "Just hope I don't show up at your window, or doorstep one dark night!"

Sally swallowed and Dorothy burst into laughter again. "Relax. Shit, even if you did piss me off you'd be safe. "

Sally sighed with relief. "Thank god for that," she said, a smile returning to her face. "But the next time you scare the shit out of me like that I shall hit you over the head with a bagel."

TBC…..