Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sugar & Whips ❯ Chapter 12

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Sugar and Whips

Part 12

“Master?!” Trowa caught up with the duke just as he walked into the drawing room.

Treize held his step and turned his head. “What is it, Trowa?”

“This was just delivered for you, by messenger.” The young man handed him a white, letter-sized envelope.

“Hm…” Treize studied the elegant, handwritten address for a few seconds before turning the letter over to look for the sender. “Septm?!” he exclaimed in a mixture of surprise and curiosity. “I wonder what he wants. Trowa, bring me a glass of cognac, please.”

“As you wish, Sir.” With an acknowledging nod the young man walked to the liqueur cabinet to pour the drink, while the duke picked up a letter opener. He sliced open the top of the envelope and removed a white card imprinted with bold gold and black letters.

“It's an invitation.”

“An invitation?” Trowa threw a surprised look over his shoulder at his master.

Septm was another S&M club owner. He and the duke socialized out of necessity, but there was really no love lost between the two of them, because Septm's club, Dark Pleasures, lost a good number of patrons and quite a few employees when Treize opened the Black Rose.

The duke gave an amused snort. “Word about Zechs has been making the round, it appears. The invitation is for both of us. Septm would be `delighted' if we would attend his party together.”

“Are you planning to accept, Master?” Trowa re-corked the cognac bottle, closed the bar and stepped over to the fireplace where the master had settled down.

“I'm not sure yet,” Treize nodded as he accepted the drink. “Thank you.”

“If you are worries about Zechs not being ready to be taken out in public, I could work with him,” the young man suggested. “He is smart and I'm sure he will learn quickly.”

“Hmm…” After a long moment of thoughtful silence the duke replied. “Perhaps you are right. This might be the perfect opportunity to present my new pet.” And not to mention a good opportunity for me to find out how well he has learned his lessons.

Trowa nodded. “He will probably be more comfortable in a `look but don't touch' environment.”

“And look they will,” Treize laughed, “no doubt about it. Zechs would need something special to wear for the occasion; something sexy but not too revealing, something that leaves people dreaming and drooling. I think I'll wait for Quatre to return and have him help me make the selection. The party isn't till the 28th, which gives us almost two weeks to prepare.”

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“Master, you asked to see me?” Zechs stopped at the patio door, waiting for the duke's invitation to step closer. Trowa had been working him hard these past few days, teaching him how to properly conduct himself around the master, especially when guests were presents. He was willing to do his best in hopes that the duke would keep his promise and allow him to visit his sister.

“Come here,” Treize waved him closer and gestured at the chair across from him. “Sit down.” He waited for Zechs to comply before he continued. “I spoke to Trowa this morning and he told me your training is going well. I'm pleased. That's why I have given you your clothes back for now. Keep it up and you will earn more privileges.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“There is something else I want to talk to you about. Let's take a little walk.” He gestured for Zechs to follow him. “I just remembered that I saw some roses earlier today that looked perfect for cutting.”

The duke picked up a pair of shears before the two men walked into the garden. Treize headed straight for a large white rosebush. He carefully checked the delicate blossoms before cutting one of the long-stemmed flowers. When he passed it off to Zechs, the blond realized that the rose wasn't white after all, but rather a very faint shade of pink that darkened slightly toward the edges of the petals. The young slave was just about to break off the thorns to make it easier to carry the flower, when his master turned around to hand him another rose.

“Don't,” Treize stopped him. "I like them just they way they are. Their thorns are part of what makes them so intriguing." He brought the flower to his nose and closed his eyes in delight, as he soaked in the sweet scent. “I love their fragrance and their beauty, but most of all I love the fact that, despite their delicate appearance, they are not defenseless,” he told the blond, as he handed the rose off to the young man to hold, and turned to cut another one.

Zechs blinked. Somehow Treize always managed to surprise him. He never knew what to expect from him. To say that the man was perplexing would be an understatement.

“Next Friday you will accompany me to a party,” the master told him as they continued their stroll down the pawed garden path. “A little get-together at a club owned by an 'associate' of mine.”

“What kind of club, Master?” Zechs asked wearily.

“It's called Dark Pleasure, and yes, it is an S&M club, if that's what you are wondering,” Treize confirmed. “Word spreads quickly in our circles. People have heard about you and are curious to meet you. But you have nothing to worry about. All you have to do is stay at my side and look gorgeous, which…” he gave his pet a brilliant smile, “shouldn't really be that difficult for you.”

Zechs blushed slightly at the suggestiveness in his master's voice.

“Of course,” the duke continued, “it would never cross my mind to take you out in public without properly making you first.”

“Marking?” Zechs echoed, not quite sure if he liked the sound of that.

“Yes,” Treize confirmed. “Putting a sign of my ownership on you.” The master pulled a small jewelry case from this coat pocket and flipped it open. “I had this made especially for you. What do you think?”

Inside the velvet-lined box was a stud, a small golden rose inlayed with black diamonds.

“A earring?” Zechs asked.

A sly smirk crossed Treize's face. “Not exactly.”

Now that he took a second look the young man realized that the rose was a little large for an earring. But only after the duke removed it from the case he noticed it was actually not a stud but a slightly curved barbell with a small gold ball opposite the rose. Zechs swallowed.

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“Towa?!”

“Hm?” The younger man secured a wide leather strap across Zechs bare chest. The blond was only wearing his leather pants.

“I couldn't help but notice that you have a few body piercings yourself.”

“Yes?! A second strap was added across his abdomen, immobilizing him completely.

“How bad…I mean…does it…”

“Does it hurt?” Trowa straightened up. “I won't lie and tell you it doesn't. But the pain isn't excruciating, and when done by somebody as experienced as Master Treize it will be over quickly. Just try to relax as much as possible that will make it easier for the master and yourself.”

Zechs sighed. “That's easier said than done.”

The young man reached for something on the table behind him. “Would you like me to blindfold you?”

“No, please, no blindfold. I want at least to see what's going on.”

Trowa nodded. “Very well.”

“Wait,” the blond exclaimed, alarm in his voice when he realized that the item that the other man had picked up was a ball gag. “I can do without that.”

“Sorry Zechs, but that's not an option. The gag is for your own good. It will give you something to bite down on if the pain becomes too much to bear.”

Zechs swallowed, but tried to cover his nervousness with humor. “O---kay! Is it too late to change my mind? I think I'll go with the diamond bracelet instead.”

“Relax, it will be just fine.” Trowa gave him a reassuring smile. “Now, open your mouth.”

Zechs complied. The gag, a golf ball-size ball wrapped in leather, was pushed between his teeth and secured behind his head. For a moment he almost panicked, but then he forced himself to take deep, even breaths through his nose and the panic subsided.

“Are you okay?” The other man looked a little concerned.

He nodded even though `okay' could hardly describe the way he felt. And the fact that the duke walked into the `dungeon' at that very moment, didn't exactly help either.

“Is everything prepared?”

Trowa nodded. “Yes, Master.”

“Stay her, I might need you.” Treize ordered as he walked over to Zechs.

The brunet gave another nod. “As you wish, Master.”

“How about you?” the duke asked Zechs. “Are you ready?”

No, but I don't think that will make any difference, the young man thought, even as he nodded.

“Excellent, lets get started then. Trowa, clean his areola, on the left side.” The master ordered as he turned to the small table that had been moved next to the bondage rack. While he washed and dried his hands, Trowa wiped Zechs nipple with an alcohol soaked swap.

“Give me a #3 needle.” Treize held out his hand, waiting for the young man to open the sterile pack and remove the requested needle.

Zechs braced himself for the pain as the master set the tip of the needle against his skin. He winced and dug his teeth into the gag. Trowa was right, it hurt - like heck, but the pain subsided quickly. By the time the duke fitted the barbell through the hole he felt little more than a dull ache.

“There, all done.” Treize reached up to untie the leather straps behind Zechs' head and remove the gag from the young man's mouth. Zechs had barely enough time too take a deep breath before the duke pressed his mouth against his pet's, startling the young man. Treize traced the blond's lips with his tongue, coaxing them apart gently, then slipped between them to explore the hot cavern of his mouth.

Zechs' eyes were wide in shock when Treize finally broke the kiss. “Breath, Zechs, or you are going to faint.” The duke chuckled huskily. “Trowa, clean him up and take care of the wound.” With that he walked away, leaving his pet still dazed and panting.

“See, it wasn't so bad.” Trowa's voice brought the young back to his senses.

“Well, let's just say I wouldn't want to make a hobby out of it.” Zechs winced as Trowa dabbed his pierced nipple with a swap soaked in antiseptic. “No, seriously; I don't get it. Why would anybody want to do this to himself?”

The other man shrugged. “Different reasons for different people. Some like the look; others enjoy the rush that comes with being pierced. I personally like the fact that they make me more sensitive. And I did the tip of my cock for Quatre. He loves the added sensation when I enter him…”

Okay, that's more info than I wanted. I really don't need that picture in my head. Zechs decided that it was time to change the subject. “You really miss him, don't you?”

“Quatre you mean?” Trowa tossed the swap away and opened a small tube of ointment. “Is it that obvious?”

“You have been a little…shall I say down…for the past few days. Well, he will be back in a couple of days.”

“Yes, he should?”

Zechs frowned. What was that supposed t mean? “Are you worried that he might not return?”

From the look on the other man's face he could tell that he had hit the nail on the head. His frown deepened. “What would make you think that?”

Trowa didn't answer right away. He spread a liberal amount of ointment around Zechs' piercing, closed the tube and put it back into the supplies case before he finally spoke. “Quatre never really saw eye to eye with his father, and taking this job and moving in here was more like a final act of defiance. For a long time the two never even spoke. But Master Treize managed to get them to talk again and start working out their problems, so why wouldn't he stay at home, with his family where he as everything going for himself?”

“I don't know about Quatre's family and his relation with them,” Zechs said as the younger man started to remove his restrains. “But I know that he would never leave you.”

Trowa snorted. “And how do you know that?”

“Because I can tell from the way he looks at you that he loves you, very much. It's the same way my parents would look at each other.” Zechs rubbed his wrists. “But… what about you… why aren't you with your family?”

“Me?” Trowa looked up to the blond as he unfastened the cuffs around his ankles. “This is my family.”

At the other man's surprised look he explained. “I don't remember my real parents. From what I have been told I was found wandering the streets when I was about 3 years old. I grew up in different foster homes and orphanages, until a man by the name of Dekim Barton adopted me. Through him I met Master Treize; the two socialized in the same circles. Barton spend many nights gambling, and during one night of poker he lost a significant amount of money to the duke; more than he could afford to repay. Master Treize offered to take me instead as `collateral' until he was able to pay off his dept, or I worked it of, whatever came first.”

Zechs scowled. “That bastard!” he hissed.

Trowa shook his head. “You don't understand. Master Treize did me a favor. Like I said, Barton was a gambler, but not a very good one. When he would lose he would drink and when he came home drunk and angry he would vent his anger on the first person he got his hands on, which was in most cases me. I was more than happy to trade him for the duke.”

“But still, he forced you to work at his club.” Zechs argued.

“Forced me?” The younger man gave an amused snort. “Zechs, I helped him to build that club; I was at his side from the very start. I am in love with Quatre, but I also have a very special relationship with Master Treize. S&M does involve more than just whips and chains and being turned on by giving or receiving pain. I don't do these things because I have to, but because I take pleasure in them.”

After a long moment of thoughtful silence Zechs said: “I guess I still have a lot to learn, don't I?”

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Trowa closed the door to his suite behind himself and headed for the bathroom. The room felt so empty without Quatre. It was nearly three o `clock in the morning. He was exhausted and looking forward to a hot shower and his bed.

The young man turned on the water to let it adjust then slowly started to strip out of his clothes. He was just about to step into the shower when the phone in the bedroom rang. He swallowed a curse as he went to pick up. “Hello.”

“Trowa! I knew you would be still awake.”

“Quatre?!”

“I'm sorry. Things have been hectic around here; I didn't even have time to call you. I feel terrible.”

“Don't worry about it. So,” Trowa tried to sound as casually as possible, while his heart was being in his throat. “How are things going between you and your father?”

“Don't ask, I don't even want to talk about it right now.”

“So, you are not doing to stay there, then?”

“Stay here? Of course not. I'll be back by tomorrow evening.”

Trowa felt like a whole truckload that had been weighing on his shoulders was suddenly lifted. “Hold on, Quatre. Let me turn off the shower. I was just about to get in when you called.” Phone in hand, the young man walked back into the bathroom and turned off the water.

“Oh,” Quatre remarked. “Does that mean you are naked right now?”

“Yes, why?” Trowa could almost see the impish smile on his lover's face.

“I'm kissing you, Towa, can you feel it?”

“Yes, I can. I'm kissing you back.”

“My hands are on your chest; my fingers are brushing against your nipples.”

“I can feel it!” The young man closed his eyes and imagined Quatre's face. His free hand moved between his legs, closing around his warm, firm flesh as he listened to his lover's soft voice describing in intimate detail what he was doing to him..

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