Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Affairs ❯ Dangerous Affairs 7/? ( Chapter 7 )

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

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

Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4, 3xR, 3xD

Rating: NC17, AU

Author: Ryouga

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.

Date: 29/10/03

Dangerous Affairs Part 7/?

Wu Fei sighed to himself. The place was far too quiet without Winner around to annoy him. He sat back in his chair, placed his arms behind his head and threw a glance towards his partner's desk. Quatre had given him permission to help himself to the crime books and magazines that he kept in his desk drawer if he managed to get some free time. Wu Fei glanced at the paperwork on his desk and back again at the blonde's, weighed up the two and opted for some reading time instead. The paperwork was almost done any way so it wouldn't hurt to take a break for once.

The Chinese detective pulled himself out of his chair and strolled over to the door, turned the available sign over saying to the 'do not disturb' and shut the door. That usually meant he was working on something important and guaranteed to get him the quiet he desired.

Opening Quatre's bottom drawer he grabbed a handful of magazines and a couple of books and made his way back to his seat. He threw them onto his desk, avoiding the unfinished paperwork and grabbed one from the middle of the pile. Lazing back he opened the book and began to read.

He blinked, and checked the cover of the book. 'Crimes, criminals and their effect on mainframe society'.

He blinked again.

His mouth sagged and his eyes opened wider than the Panama Canal.

Promptly shutting his mouth again, he stared back at the page in front of him, then dropped the book and picked up another 'crime' magazine, and then another and another. No matter which one he picked up they were all the same.

Vivid and descriptive pictures plastered all over the pages.

Pages…

Of men…

Naked men...

Naked men doing *things* to each other…

Extremely `well endowed' naked men… doing *things* to each other…

Wu Fei shifted uncomfortably in his seat and threw the last magazine back onto his desk. He would just pretend he had never seen it. Quickly he dived back into the paperwork. His hormones on the other hand were quite happy for the `cause and effect' rule to make allowances and the more he tried not to think about the men, those… `Naked men' doing things to each other'… he found himself aroused and rising, rather quickly to the occasion.

He glanced back over to the magazine he had just thrown down and picked it up again, opening it to the pages that had almost sent him into shock. He stared hard at one particular scene, the muscular bronzed figure lying prone on a bed, one of his companions with a large erection half way into his back entrance, while another bronzed figure had his rod shoved into the prone figure's mouth.

A loud groan escaped his lips and before he realized it he was rubbing his own arousal through his trousers; but it wasn't enough. Slowly his hand found its way to the band of his pants and fumbled with the button. Then, moving onto the zipper, he managed to undo that with a little less effort. The more he stared at those gorgeous creatures before him in the many and varied positions, some he didn't even realize existed, let alone were physically possible, the more the urge to do something about his frustration increased. However, he came to the conclusion that this wasn't a good thing. He was straight and everyone in the office knew that.

Of course, if he were to be caught whilst partaking of this little exercise, then he would never live it down.

Common sense told him to forget it and carry on with the paperwork, but the ache in his groin won over. After all, sex was just `sex `. He lay the magazine open on his desk and raised his hips a little slipping the constricting garment down. His cock caught on the edge of his boxers and sprang upward causing the Chinese man to moan at the sensation it sent rocketing through him.

His eyes fixated on the magazine in front of him, his slender fingers wrapping firmly around his own length and he began to caress himself, fondling his balls, rolling and kneading them gently as the sac tightened around them. Wu Fei groaned inwardly as he turned to the next page, his eyes following the detailed pictures eagerly. His pace quickened and his eyes closed envisioning the naked figures in his mind. He'd heard from Maxwell that some straight men had gone out and gotten laid by other men just for the sex.

Interesting thought. But he'd never do it! Nope he was as straight as they came.

His hand tightened a little more around his throbbing shaft, the picture of the naked men clear in his mind. The friction started to build beneath his palm. It seemed that all he ever did get was a five-minute quickie from Mrs. Palmer and co. He needed a life outside of the office. Probably the reason he'd agreed to help out Treize and Zechs in the first place and probably the reason he let that moron, Maxwell, con him into going out with the girl behind the counter at the restaurant at lunch. He worked at the office nonstop, so it was about time that he did take a break. Maybe going out tonight would be just what he needed.

He gave a small groan as he shifted in the chair and his pace began to quicken even more now, he was getting closer by the second, each stroke of his hand along his swollen shaft bringing him near the edge. He switched hands mid stroke to give the other a break and tightened his grip. His eyes closed as the feeling within his groin began to grow. Wu Fei started to lose his control, his stomach began to tighten itself into knots and finally his hips thrust upward as the tidal wave of pleasure swept over him. He pursed his lips tightly and let out a soft grunting noise in an effort to control his cry of ecstasy, his milky juices escaping in spurts down over his hand.

Sighing a satisfied sigh, the Chinese man slowly eased the motions of his hand down to a complete stop and his deflating member drooped over, sated and spent. He reached over to the tissues and began to clean himself up, being careful not to miss a single drop of his essence. He had just managed to tidy himself up and place the magazines and books back into Quatre's desk drawer when a soft knock befell his office door.

"Wu Fei? It's Treize. May I come in?"

Wu Fei glanced around the place to make sure that nothing was amiss. "Yes, sir. The door is open, just come in," he returned once he could see that everything was in it's rightful place and that nothing was amiss.

Treize opened the door and casually walked into the room.

"How may I help you sir?" Wu Fei asked.

Treize began to walk over to Wu Fei's desk, he noticed the young man's face was a little flushed and there was the distinct air of… sex… in the room. Glancing briefly into the waste paper basket on the way over he noticed the bundle of tissues clumped together and a small knowing grin crept over his face, but he said nothing of the matter to his employee, there'd be time enough to grill him tonight at the `meeting' at his place. "I just wanted to let you know that it's casual tonight, Wu Fei, so just come in your everyday lounge about clothes."

Wu Fei nodded his head in acknowledgment. He swallowed, noticing his employer's glance downwards on the way over… Did he pick up on what he'd been doing? If he had, he wasn't letting on at all.

"Thank you, sir. I appreciate the warning."

Treize grinned, "I had envisioned you turning up in your suit, Wu Fei."

"I more than likely would have if you hadn't warned me, sir."

"Well you know now, so I'll see you tonight at the arranged time." Treize smiled at the Chinese man and left his office.

Wu Fei huffed out a relieved sigh. That had been a little too close for comfort.

~*~

Trowa sat back in his chair. Having returned to his office he had thought about the pair of sea green eyes he had gazed into and he regretted it a little that he had not asked the young man's name. Too bad but it was probably best not to have gone further with the discussion anyway. He had more to worry about with the business and other things than some young blonde with a cute ass and sexy sea green eyes.

He returned his thoughts to his paper work, but his mind constantly wandered back to the blonde at the post office. He would have been a good lay. He had the perfect body type, the perfect innocence… and the perfect ass. Everything that was required for a night of meaningful, hot steaming passion. Something he hadn't had for some time now.

He glanced at the clock on his wall. There were only a few hours left until the end of the working day and then he was free to head out to the nightclub. He would more than likely get a quick fuck tonight, but that would be about it. Oh well, there would be time for lusting after these things later; right now there was paper work to be finished and contracts to organize. Prioritizing in this company was a necessity.

~*~

`202.' Duo noted to himself silently as they walked around the apartment block searching for the apartment they were to go to. They'd been to the other places already and had the same results. No one could think of a reason as to why the victims were targeted. Finally, Quatre found apartment 202 and Heero knocked on the door.

It was quiet. Not a sound came from in the apartment. Heero knocked again and this time the sound of footsteps came to the door followed by a woman's voice, "Who is it?" came the wizened and cautious request.

Heero spoke quietly but firmly. "It's Detective Yuy from the Kushrenada Detective agency ma'am. We rang earlier and informed you of our request for information about a case we're working on."

There was a moment of solid silence and then the unlocking of the door began. A few moments and what seemed to be at least several locks later, the door opened tentatively.

The smell of food cooking wafted out of the door and Duo grinned, "Something smells good in there," he whispered to Quatre as the woman appeared from behind the door.

"Please, can I see your identification gentlemen?" the elderly woman began, "I may be old, but I know my rights."

"Sure thing Mrs. Yates. You can't be too careful these days," Duo threw in helpfully, as he flashed her his ID first, "And besides, Detective Yuy here hasn't had his shots yet."

Quatre snickered as his ID was shown next and Heero sighed as he offered his. "These, are my colleagues, Junior Detective, Duo Maxwell and, Detective in training, Quatre Winner."

`Quatre Winner'

Heero glanced at the woman and back to Quatre, he had noticed the reaction she'd had at the mention of his name and it intrigued him.

"Please, you'd better come in," she quickly continued, "It's not safe around these parts to stand in the doorways of apartment blocks. One never knows when a stray bullet is going to end up catching you," she warned, pointing to her leg and the scar that graced it.

"Shit!!" Duo gasped, then realized his language as Heero glared at him. He apologized, "Oops `scuse me ma'am. My apologies for that little slip up."

The woman shut the door behind her ushering the three young men into her lounge, "Don't worry yourself over it young man. Living in this place you hear much worse than … shit… "

Quatre chuckled, "I can imagine."

Duo glanced over at Heero; even he had a slight grin on his face.

Patiently Heero waited until they had taken their seats before beginning his quest for answers.

The elderly woman sat beside Quatre on the large, plush lounge and folded her arms as she sat back in the chair. "Very well, Detective Yuy. What is it you want to know?"

Heero sat forward in the armchair he had commandeered, "You're son was one of the very first victims murdered a while back, the police handed the case over to us. The killer is at the moment selecting certain targets at his or her own pleasure, each murder and rape conducted the same way and we need to know; Firstly… If your son had any enemies or not. Secondly; if he had any contacts with drug addicts or the like?" He took a breath before continuing, "And thirdly, If there would be any one with a reason to want to kill your son?"

The elderly women glanced at Quatre and then back at Heero shaking her head. "Answering your questions in order, young man. Firstly, everyone has enemies, Detective Yuy; secondly, no one that I can think of and thirdly… why would any human want to kill another? "

Heero watched her intensely as she fidgeted and fiddled nervously. He sighed inwardly; she was answering without answering and her eyes kept flitting over to Quatre. Her attempts to keep that non-obvious failing to escape his trained eye.

"It seems that the killer has a trade mark when targeting his victims," Heero continued, "I assume you were the one who identified the body when it was brought in?"

Mrs. Yates nodded, "Yes. I was."

"I gather you saw the injuries sustained by your son at the time of his death?"

This time the woman only nodded, a grim look appearing over her face.

"This is the way all the victims have been murdered. The killer seems to target only men with the intention of murder. We are, however, investigating the possibility of a second suspect. But I feel that we are dealing with the same person."

Mrs. Yates sighed wistfully, "Why are they doing this? Why are they killing innocent people? Most of them weren't even involved."

Quatre shrugged, "That's what we want to know Mrs. Yates."

"We want to bring this maniac to justice just as much as you do." Duo agreed, writing away in his note pad.

Heero sat back and watched carefully as the other two interacted with the woman. They missed it. A vital clue and they *both* missed it.

"And you have no idea why you're son would have been targeted at all?" Heero continued on.

Mrs. Yates shook her head, "No, none. I'm sorry that you've wasted your time gentlemen, but this is just a little too painful right now. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

There it was, the line that Detective Yuy had been waiting for. Heero was curious to find out to as to why the whole time they had been there she was more interested in Winner than anything else, but decided to leave it for now. Pushing it further would only make her all the more uncooperative. With a quick nod of his head he stood, the other two following his lead. They were both a little more than puzzled to say the least.

"I understand, Mrs. Yates. If there's anything that you can think of, no matter how insignificant you think it is… please, don't hesitate to contact me." He watched her as she rose from her chair, her body language was all over the place. "After all, we all want to make sure that the killer is found before too many more *innocent* lives are taken. I know that's something *I* certainly wouldn't like to have on *my* conscience."

Quatre and Duo stood motionless, the coolness and strength in Heero's voice was dauntingly ominous, his face solemn and serious. Neither of them had ever seen him like this before and if the air had been any thicker not even a knife would have cut through it.

Mrs. Yates stopped mid way into her stance and her eyes locked with the senior detective's. Completing her stance she regained the composure, which a moment earlier had been shaken a little, and replied with an air of malice "I'll endeavor to do so, Detective Yuy."

Silence reigned for a few moments and then the woman made her way past the three men. "I'll see you to the door then gentleman," she offered leading the way and opening the door for them.

The three men stepped out and Heero stopped in the doorway. Looking into her eyes he gave a curt smile and nodded. "Thank you for your time today, Mrs. Yates. However, you will be hearing from us again."

"No doubt I will, Detective Yuy. Good day, gentlemen." She nodded as she shut the door on the three of them.

Duo turned and stared at the Senior Detective, "Fuck, Yuy! You can be such an asshole!"

TBC…