Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sugar & Whips ❯ Chapter 14 ( Chapter 14 )

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Sugar and Whips

Part 14

“Who is the guy at the bar, the one talking to Zechs right now?”

Septm turned his head to check out the man in question. “Oh him. I don't remember his name, I'm afraid. One of my patrons asked if he could bring him along. He is in town on business as far as I know. Would you like me to introduce you to him?”

“No thanks,” the duke declined politely. “That won't be necessary.” His eyes never left the two men at the bar. Zechs was laughing and seemed very relaxed and comfortable around the stranger; a little too relaxed and comfortable for his taste.

“As you wish,” Septm nodded. “He brought one of his pets. We will see him later at the auction; very beautiful, very exotic. You will see what I mean.”

“Oh really?!” Treize asked. So the other man was a master as well!? One more reason to keep him away from my pet.

“Would you excuse me for a moment?” The duke rose.

“No problem at all,” Septm replied. “I'll have to go and get the show started anyway. I hope you'll enjoy yourself. We'll meet again later.”

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“So, when you are on business you are traveling all by yourself?”

“Most of the time yes,” Otto confirmed. “But this time, since I'm going to be in town for a while, I've brought my favorite pet along.”

Oh.” That was unexpected. Favorite pet, he said. That means he had more than one. I would have never expected… he is so soft spoken.

“Maybe you can meet him later on. I think the two of you might like each other.”

“Where is he?” Zechs wanted to know.

“Backstage I assume. Mister Septm suggested that I put him up for tonight's auction. I thought it was the least I could do in return for his kind invitation.” Otto turned serious for a moment. “I hope he will be alright, though. I usually don't get many chances to take my pets out in public. Where I come from people are not quite as open minded, and a place like this would be unthinkable.”

“I see.”

For a few moments they sipped quietly at their drinks, then the other man suggested. “It's a little noisy here, don't you think? Should we go upstairs where it is a little more quite and private?”

“I think not.”

Both men turned their heads simultaneously at the sound of the duke's voice.

“Excuse me?” Otto asked slightly puzzled.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Duke Khushrenada, Zechs' master.”

“Is that so?” Otto's gaze wandered to the blond slave and then back to Treize. “I'm sorry, I had no idea. Somehow I assumed that he was working here. My apologies, I didn't mean to…”

“Entirely my fault. It was very careless of me to let him lose without a collar.” Treize flashed the other man a smile that was as false as a 5 dollar diamond bracelet. “If you'd excuse us; the show is about to begin. Let's go, Zechs.”

The blond scowled but swallowed a reply. He nodded at Otto and wordlessly followed his master.

“What do you think you were doing? I told you to have a drink, not o find yourself someone to flirt with.”

What the heck? “For your information, we weren't flirting.”

“Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?” Treize asked in a mixture of sarcasm and amusement without turning his head.

Zechs snorted. What the hell is that supposed to mean? He is acting like a jealous lover….”It's not like you had anything to worry about. We were just making small talk.”

“My dear Zechs,” The duke stopped abruptly and turned toward his pet. “No one comes to a place like this just to make small talk. You still have a lot to learn.”

Zechs swallowed.

“Come on.”

Septm's personal table was empty when they got back to it. Treize settled down, waved for one of the waiters and ordered a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Master…?” The younger man shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Yes?”

“What did Septm want to talk to you about?”

“Quite frankly, that's none of your business.”

Zechs' yaws clenched for just a second. “It is, if the conversation involves me,” he snapped.

“Who told you that it did?”

“Alex.”

“Hmph.” The duke gave a snort. “Alex is an idiot. You should not believe anything that comes out of his mouth.”

Zechs couldn't deny that he felt a certain sense of relief at those words. The thought of being `sold' to the oily, little weasel Septm had sent shivers down his spine.

“May I ask you a question, Master?”

“Go ahead.”

“Why does Alex hate you? I mean, Trowa and Quatre told me that your opening of the Black Rose took away from this business at this club. But somehow I have the feeling that his animosity toward you is rooted deeper than that.”

“It's really nothing you should concern yourself with,” Treize replied evasively.

“So, you are not going to tell me?”

“Fine, if you really need to know…” the duke shrugged. “Alex used to work for me when I first opened the Black Rose. Since he had experience in the business I made him my #1, but it didn't take me long to realize that he was not the kind of person I wanted in a position like that. So, when I hired Quatre I demoted him and he didn't take it too well. Eventually I had no choice but to fire him, and he went back to this place, where he had worked before. And that's all there is to it. If you'd expected anything more personal or juicy; I`m sorry to disappoint you.

Was that really all there was t the story? Zechs wasn't sure. It seemed that his master was always hiding something.

As the waiter returned with the duke's order, the younger man rose.

“And where do you think you are going?”

“The restroom, if you don't mind.”

“I can trust that you will find the way there and back without getting distracted? Or do need to accompany you?” his master asked.

Zechs put on his most perfect smile. “I don't think that will be necessary, Master. I'm a big boy. I have been using the bathroom on my own for a very long time.”

Treize chuckled quietly as he watched the young man walk toward the restrooms. None of his other pets would dare to talk to him like this. But with Zechs the attitude only seemed to make him even more alluring. It was the only reason he was letting him get away with it…to a degree.

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Zechs was washing his hands when the door to the men's room was opened and Otto walked in. Somehow the young man had the feeling that this wasn't a chance encounter.

“Am I being stalked?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“I'm sorry, does it seem that way?” the other man laughed. “I just wanted to make sure that you are okay. You are not in any kind of trouble, are you?”

“Not more than usually.” Zechs replied with a dismissive gesture.

“That's good to hear. I was a little worried; your master seemed a little upset.”

“Did he, really?” the blond remarked sarcastically. “I thought he was his usually charming self.”

Otto chuckled. “Well, I'm relieved then.”

“Thank you though.”

“Huh?”

The other man gave him a somewhat puzzled look and Zechs smiled. “For caring.”

“Oh…well…” Otto seemed almost embarrassed, and quickly changed the subject. “I was wondering… Your master's name, Khushrenada, it sounds familiar. But I'm not sure where to put it.”

“He owns a club at the other side of town.”

“An S&M club?”

Zechs nodded.

“That might be it. Perhaps my client mentioned it. What's the club's name?”

“The Black Rose.”

“The Black Rose, interesting. I might have to check it out. You think he will rip my head off if I was to show up there some day?”

“No, he is too much of a business man to do that.”

“He seems very intense. I bet he is a very strict master.”

Zechs shrugged. “I really don't know. He is the only master I've ever had so I have nothing to compare him to.”

“I see,” Otto nodded. “If you don't mind me asking, how did you and he find one another?”

“It's a rather long story and I don't think this is the place I want o talk about it.” The blond tossed his used paper towel into the trash can to his left. Besides, I should go before he comes looking for me. Otherwise it might get a little crowded in here. We probably shouldn't leave together, though.”

The other man nodded. “You go first. Since I'm here already, I might as well…” he gestured toward one of the toilet stalls.

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The auction was just about to start when Zechs got back to the table. Septm took the stage to clarify the rules. Obviously there were certain limits to what the auction winners could do with, and to, their temporary pets.

“What took you so long?”

“Well, I'm sorry. If I'd known that you were timing me I'd have hurried.” Zechs snorted as he dropped into the seat next to his master.

Treize leaned over. His mouth close to his pet's lips he whispered: “A little attitude might be amusing, Zechs. But right now...” His voice was low but sharp as the edge of a razorblade. “…you are pushing it.”

Damn it…! Zechs swallowed a biting remark and kept his eyes on the stage. Neither he nor his master spoke for a while.

Meanwhile two of Septm's men lead the first slave onto the stage and secured him with his arms and legs spread to a bonding rack in the center.

For some reason the blond wasn't able to shake the feeling that somebody was watching him, and when he turned his head he found Otto, sitting at the bar again, keeping an eye on him.

The first slave, tall, broad-shouldered and dark-skinned, was quickly sold to the short guy who also owned the pair of ebony-colored twins. His pets had been lounging at his feet during the auction, with their heads resting comfortably in their master's lap. There was something about them that reminded Zechs of two huge, black, content cats, and it wouldn't have surprised him at all if they would have suddenly started purring.

A collective murmur when through the crowed as Septm's men led the next pet onto the stage, and even Zechs could barely suppress a gasp.

The young slave's shoulder-long hair was raven-black, his skin golden tanned. Slightly slanted, jet-black eyes wandered over the crowed while the assistants secured him to the auction rack. He was shirtless, wearing only a thin, black collar and a set of matching leather cuffs around his wrists, along with a pair of loose, silk pants that were just transparent enough to show off his incredible physic without revealing too much.

There was not as much as an ounce of fat on the young man's body. His torso was perfectly shaped; his chest well muscled and his abdomen flat.

Zechs barely listened as Septm started the auction. There was something about that young man, aside from his looks, that caught the blonde's attention. On the outside he seemed calm but in his eyes Zechs could read something different.

Like a deer in the headlight, he thought with a tinge of sympathy. As thought he has never done this before and has no idea what to expect. And suddenly he remembered something from his conversation with Otto. “I hope he will be alright, though. I usually don't get many chances to take my pets out in public…” That's it. It's him…it has to be… Zechs looked back over his shoulder only to find that Otto was gone, the stool at the bar where he had been sitting empty.

His eyes wandered back to the young man on stage. I can't help but feel sorry for him. I can only image how I would feel if Treize would suddenly decide to put me up there. But at the same time I wonder…

“Gorgeous, isn't he?”

The sound of his master's voice broke his train of thoughts, startling him.

“Huh?”

“I was just pointing our how beautiful he is, and judging from the look on your face I can tell you are thinking the same.” The duke had a soft suggestive smile on his lips.

Zechs could feel himself blush. “I was just…”

“Would you like me to bid on him?” his master purred softly into his ear. “He could be ours to do with as we please, for the rest of the night.”

“What…I don't …,” The color in the younger man's face only intensified and he was grateful that the club was so dimly lit. Finally he managed to pull himself together. “It's your money, do as you wish.”

“And I shall, my dear Zechs, just wait and see,” Treize chuckled. “And since I did promise Septm to make a contribution, I might as well get some fun out of it.”

Zechs swallowed as he tried to imagine what his master was planning for them.

“13 hundred dollar… do I hear 14?”

The duke raised his hand.

“We are at 14 hundred … 15 hundred anybody?”

Someone at a table to their left made that bid and a man in the back of the room followed in. The price was at 2000 dollar when Treize raised his hand again.

“5000.” He announced calmly, eliciting gasps and excited murmurs from people around him. Even 2000 dollar was a relatively high price for a few hours of fun, but 5000 seemed almost outlandish.

“5000 going once… going twice…” Septm paused for a few seconds, “…sold for 5000 dollar to Duke, Khushrenada. Congratulations, Sir.”

Treize gave a polite nod. As the young man was replaced by another slave and the auction continued, the duke poured himself another glass of wine. “More for you?” he asked his pet.

Zechs shook his head. “No thanks, I think I've got enough for one night.”

A few minutes later, one of Septm's assistants approached the table. “We took the liberty to move him upstairs. He is waiting for you in room 15. Enjoy yourself, Sir.” He handed Treize the key to the room, bowed and retreated.

“Well then,” The duke looked at his pet. “Shall we go and have some fun?”

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T.B.C.

 

Author's Note:  In case anybody out there still hasn't figured out who Otto's slave is, here is a little hint. The next chapter will be posted next Saturday (no, not tomorrow, the one after). Look at the date (day/month/year) and you will realize why I chose to put him in at this point in time. :)