Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sugar & Whips ❯ Chapter 7

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Sugar and Whips

Part 7

 

“So, what exactly are your duties around here?” Zechs asked as he watched Trowa cut fresh roses for the Duke's study.

After breakfast with their master - Zechs still had a hard time getting used to that term - he had been following the young man around, making himself familiar with what eventually would become his responsibilities.

Trowa shrugged and handed him another long-stemmed, yellow rose. “I suppose the easiest way to describe it would be: I make sure that the master has anything and everything he needs, and anticipate those things he doesn't even know yet he needs.”

“If you say `everything he needs', does that include… um…”

The younger man, who was crouching down next to the rosebush, looked up at Zechs. “If you are asking me if I'm sleeping with him… No! He trained me, he is the master and as such we have engaged in sexual acts, but I have never slept with him.”

I didn't realize there was a difference.

“He is very particular about who he shares his bed with. But I believe there are other things we should be discussing right now.”

Trowa rose to his feet in one smooth motion. He was tall, almost as tall as Zechs and the blond couldn't deny that he felt somewhat intimidated by the other man's experience.

“Right,” he agreed.

“Let's start with the master's daily schedule. Between breakfast and teatime you won't have much to do because Master Treize typically spends the day away from home. Unless he wants you to accompany him for any reason you will have that time for yourself. He usually returns in time for tea, which he expects to be served at 4 pm sharp. After that he relaxes until dinner, and…”

“I'm sorry to interrupt you guys.”

The two men turned at the sound of Quatre's voice. He was standing at the door to the veranda. “Master Treize is asking for Zechs.”

“Did he say why?”

“Relax, Zechs,” Quatre gave him a reassuring smile. “The clothes he has ordered for you are ready, so we will be driving into town together to pick them up.”

 

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You have got to be joking. Zechs yaw almost dropped as he let his gaze wander over rack after rack full of clothes. When Quatre had told them that they would be going to pick up some garments the Duke had ordered for him, he had imagined something like four or five outfits. He didn't expect to find a dressing room the size of a studio apartment full of clothes. “Do I have to try them all on?”

“I'm afraid so.” Quatre confirmed. “Come on, I'll help you get dressed. The faster we start the faster you will get it over with. Don't make Master Treize wait, he is not the most patient of people.”

That was right; the duke was sitting in a private room waiting to see each and every outfit on him. Zechs groaned inwardly as he started to undress.

“Let's start with the stuff you will be wearing around the house, casual wear you could say.” Quatre suggested.

The older man looked at the tan pants and champagne colored knit top he was holding up and frowned “What's wrong with wearing jeans and T-shirts around the house?”

“Not likely to happen. There is always the chance that a visitor drops by.”

“Fine!” Zechs growled as he reached for the pants and pulled them on. “Ha, so much for that scanner taking perfect measurements.” he huffed. “These are too tight around the seat area”

“No they are not.” Quatre told him with a sly smile. “They are designed to show off what you got.”

Zechs shot the younger man an icy glare. “You really are enjoying this, aren't you?”

“Is it that obvious?”

With an irritated snort Zechs reached for the top and pulled it over his head. The shirt was soft, loosely woven and tight enough to display his broad chest and flat abdomen. Quatre helped him to adjust the collar before ushering him toward the door to the adjacent room where the master was waiting.

Treize was sitting in a high backed chair, one leg draped over the other with his hands interlaced in his lap, when Zechs entered. He raised one eyebrow in amazement. “Turned around.”

As the young man complied the duke nodded in approval. “I'm impressed. That is definitely a keeper. I didn't think you could look any better than you already did, but I stand corrected. Now let's see something else.”

“Yes, Sir.” Zechs shuffled back into the dressing room, where Quatre was already waiting for him with the next outfit, a white poet shirt worn over a pair of deep blue, lather pants cut to hug his hips like a second skin.

“Wait,” the young man stopped him as Zech was about to put on the pants. “You can't wear those over your boxers.”

“What? What else am I supposed to wear?”

“Well, let me rephrase this. You can't wear anything under those pants. Even a g-string would show.”

Zechs eyes widened. “Then I'm not wearing them.” He tossed the leather pants onto the chair to his left. “Give me something else.”

Quatre picked the pants up again and handed them to the older man “Zechs!”

“I'm not going to wear those.” he replied stubbornly.

“Yes, you are.” Quatre told him softly but firmly. “Now stop acting like an obstinate little child.”

“Fine, have it your way!” Zechs swore quietly under his breath as he snatched the garment from Quatre's hand.

“Not my way, HIS way,” the younger man pointed out.

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The next few days passed quickly and his life became almost a routine. Just like Trowa had say, the duke left usually after breakfast and didn't return till mid afternoon. Zechs spent those hours either with Quatre or by himself in his room in the basement. Apparently Treize still didn't trust him enough to move him into different quarters.

It was shortly after three in the afternoon when Trowa came to see him.

“Master Treize called,” the young man told him. “He will be back in about half an hour. He will be skipping tea today but he wants to take a bath when he comes home. He told me to teach you how to prepare it.”

Zechs snorted as he closed the book he had been reading and put it aside. “Teach me how to fill water into a bathtub?”

The brunet didn't even dignify that remark with an answer. “Let's go!”

The young man shrugged as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rose. He followed Trowa upstairs and into the east wing of the manor, where he had never before been.

“These are Master Treize's private quarters,” the young man pointed out to him as they entered a large, luxuriously furnished bedroom. They crossed the room and Trowa opened the door to an enormous and no less extravagant bathroom.

The bathtub, large enough to comfortable fit several people, and enclosed by black and white marble tiles, was the centerpiece of the room. The walls were lined with shelves and cabinets made from some kind of dark wood Zechs couldn't identify.

Trowa took several towels from one of the cabinets and a pristine white robe from another. “You want to make sure that there are always enough towels around, and Master Treize never wears his robe more than once,” he explained. “If you are running low, the linen closet is across the hall, the third door to the left.”

Zechs nodded. “Got it.”

“Bring me the rose oil, will you,” the young man told him as he turned on the gold-plated faucets on the tub. “Second shelf to the right.”

The blond looked around and found a crystal decanter on the indicated shelf. He picked it up, removed the stopper and lowered his nose to the bottle. The scent was strong enough to almost make him sneeze. “Wow, this stuff is potent.”

Trowa chuckled. “It better be, considering the price. Which reminds me, if you use it be generous but not wasteful. And add it as soon as you start filling the tub so it has time to fully release its scent.”

Zechs rolled his eyes. “You really know how to make a science out of something as simple as taking a bath, don't you?”

The other man shrugged. “Hey, do as you wish, but don't complain if he takes the crop to you pretty little butt.”

The blond swallowed. You have got to be kidding me. He gazed at Towa but the young man's face didn't indicate if he was joking or not. But before he had the chance to say anything else a door was opened in the adjacent bedroom. Both men turned their heads in unison to see the duke walk into the bathroom.

“Welcome home, Sir.” Trowa greeted him. “Your bath is ready.”

“Excellent. That's just what I need right now.” Treize removed his coat and white gloves, handing them off to the young man. “I'll be going to the club early tonight. Trowa, please tell the chauffeur to pick me up at five o'clock sharp.”

“As you wish, Sir.” With a curt nod of acknowledgement Trowa retreated.

Treize hadn't spoken a word to Zechs, and when he begun to unbutton his uniform jacket the blond took it as a sign that it was time for him to depart as well. He was heading for the door when the duke stopped him.

“What do you think you are doing?”

Zechs stopped, confused. “Giving you some privacy.”

“If I want privacy I'll let you know,” his master replied in a somewhat amused tone of voice. The jacket dropped to the floor, followed by Treize's belt. “Help me with my shoes.”

Jaws clenched tightly but without a word of complain the younger man knelt down in front of his master and helped him to untie and pull off his shoes.

“Did you have a pleasant day?” Treize asked casually while he continued to undress himself.

“I suppose.” Zechs, trying hard to avoid looking at the duke, developed a sudden interest in the patterns of the marble wall tiles.

Treize chuckled softly. “By the way you are acting one could think you have never seen another person in the nude before. Look at me, Zechs,” he demanded. “I am not ashamed of my body.”

The younger man slowly turned his head and gazed at his master, standing in front of him nude and in all his glory. Zechs had to admit that the duke truly didn't have any reason to be ashamed. He was perfectly proportioned with not as much as an ounce of fat on his body; tall and lean and well muscled in all the right places.

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“Excellent.” Treize moaned in delight and closed his eyes as he slowly reclined into the bathtub until he was immerged all the way to his neck. He had turned on the jets and let warm water pulsate around his body. After a few moments he opened his eyes lazily, turning his head just far enough to look at his new pet

“What are you waiting for?”

Zechs' eyes widened. “You mean…you want me to join you in the tub?”

“But of course, you better get used to it, Zechs. It is your job to take care of my needs, any needs. Soon you will be expected to help me to relax after a stressful day. First however you will need to learn to unwind yourself, you are way too tense and nervous. So I think for today I'll be taking care of you. Now come in, the water is just perfect.”

The young man swallowed convulsively and slowly started to undress. He could feel his master's eyes trained on him and felt very self-conscious under the intense gaze. This isn't any different from the day at the spa when I shared the jaccuzi with Quatre, he tried to tell himself as he cautiously climbed into the rounded porcelain tub and sat down, but it did little to calm his anxiety.

“I want you to relax and enjoy the feeling,” Treize told him.

Zechs was way too tense to enjoy anything. A cautious gaze to his right showed him that the duke was laying in the water with his eyes closed and his head resting comfortable on one of the cushioned headrests.

The sweet smell of roses was strong but not too intense. The warm water and the pulsating jet stream had a calming and tranquilizing effect. Zechs allowed himself to relax a little. Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought.

He had barely finished the thought when the duke gently touched his shoulder. “Turn your back toward me just a little.”

“Why?” he asked warily.

Treize gave him a slightly amused smile. “Because I want to massage your shoulders.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

“That wasn't a friendly suggestion.”

Zechs swallowed nervously as he complied. Treize began to rub his shoulders, slow and gentle at first but more firmly after a while. The blond bit his lips but he couldn't stop himself from moaning.

“Does it hurt?” The duke asked.

“Yes it does,” the younger man admitted.

“I'm not surprised. Your muscles are all tense and knotted. Quatre told me you refused a massage at the parlor. What are you so afraid of?”

“It's not that I'm afraid,” Zechs huffed. “I just not comfortable with letting people I don't know touch me like that.”

“I see, but you will have to get used to it. And the best way to do that is through conditioning. Now sit up so that I can give you a good massage.”

With some gentle nudging the duke repositioned Zechs until the blond was sitting between his spread legs. He then proceeded to massage the young man's neck and shoulder's. Strong hands kneaded strained muscles, skillfully easing the tension. After a while Treize's hands shifted deeper, moving along the blond's spine, thumbs pushing into certain pressure points. The younger man shuddered when his fingertips brushed over the beginning curves of his buttocks, but he forced himself to remain still.

“There, I'm sure that feels much better now.” Treize announced after about fifteen minutes.

“It does,” Zechs quickly assured him. “Thank you, Master.”

But before he could even breathe a sigh of relieve, a strong arm snaked around his waist, pulling him backwards until he was resting against his master's broad chest, and he immediately tensed. Hot breath tickled his neck as the duke whispered into his ear: “Relax, Zechs, you are destroying all of my hard work.”

“Maybe I should massage you now,” he suggested hopefully.

Treize chuckled softly. “Perhaps some other time.” He breathed against the blond's neck. “Right now I'm really enjoying myself.”

Yes, I can feel that. Zechs shivered as the duke pulled him even closer.

One hand slowly moved over his chest and abdomen, soft fingertips teasing his skin, occasionally brushing against one of his nipples. At the same time Treize was nuzzling the nape of the young man's neck, nibbling and licking at the soft flesh.

Zechs forced himself to remain still and take deep and even breaths. He really couldn't say that his master's caresses felt unpleasant; but he still couldn't shake the comfortable feeling.

Reaching out Treize caught the younger man's chin, pulling it around gently, and covered pet's mouth with his own. Although not as startled as the first time when he was kissed, it still caught Zechs by surprise. His master's tongue traced over his lips and he opened them slightly, almost instinctively.
Soft, moaning sounds escaped the duke as he slipped his tongue into the younger man's mouth, exploring it thoroughly. He let the tip run over smooth, even teeth and soft gums.

Zechs was becoming desperate for air when Treize finally broke their kiss. He licked the corner of the young man's mouth and nipped playfully at his lower lip before pulling away with a regretful sigh.

“I really wish we could continue with this, but if I don't get ready now I won't make it to the club on time.” And with a suggestive smirk that turned Zechs stomach into a big knot, he added. “I suppose, we could pick up where we left off when I get back tonight.”

The blond almost jumped when the duke squeezed one of his buttocks. “Now, get out! Go check if Trowa put out a black suit for me to wear.”

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T.B.C.

 

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