Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sugar & Whips ❯ Chapter 17 ( Chapter 17 )

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Sugar and Whips

Part 17

Otto was sitting, a glass of orange juice in one hand, over the morning paper, when Wufei was walking past the kitchen.

“Good morning!” The older man didn't receive any kind of reply to his greeting. “Are you still angry?”

“I'm not talking to you.”

“I'll take that as a yes,” Otto sighed.

Wufei huffed as he turned on his heel and walked back toward the kitchen table in a few large strides. He snatched the juice glass from the other man's hand and drained it in one long gulp. “I'm going for a run,” he announced as he set the empty glass onto the table. “…a long run.”

“I have to work this morning, so I'll probably be gone by the time you get back.”

“Fine,” Wufei grumbled, already on his way out the door.

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Over the past days and weeks Quatre had gotten to know Zechs and his habits very well. So when he couldn't find the young man in his room, the next logical place to look for him seemed the garden. And sure enough, he was sitting on the patio reading a book.

Zechs raised his head at the sound of the sliding door being opened. “Is he back already?”

He was Duke Khushrenada, who had left earlier that morning together with Trowa for some business engagement.

Quatre shook his head. “Not as far as I know. I just made some tea and was wondering if you wanted a cup.”

“Tea? Sure, why not.”

“Then I'll bring it out here,” the younger man suggested. “I think you got the right idea. The weather is just too beautiful today to sit inside.”

“You want me to help you?” Zechs closed his book, ready to rise, but Quatre stopped him.

“That's alright. You just stay here; I'll be back in no time.” He turned and walked back inside, only to reappear a few minutes later, balancing a tray with a teapot, dishes and a large plate of cookies.

“So,” he asked innocently as he poured the tea and handed one of the delicate, little china cups to Zechs. “What happened last night?”

“Nothing really.” Zechs replied evasively. His eyes were fixed on his teacup as he stirred it frantically.

“Nothing?” Quatre smirked. “Somehow I have a hard time believing that. Come on, you'll have to give me a little more than that, after I even went through all the trouble of baking cookies.”

Zechs gave an amused snort. “I'm afraid your efforts are wasted. There is nothing I can tell you. Although, I do appreciate the cookies.” He emphasized the last statement by reaching for one of the little pastries. “Hmm… Those are quite good,” he remarked after tasting it cautiously. “I had no idea you could cook.”

“Thank you,” Quatre laughed. “The good thing about having a lot of sisters is that you can pick up quite a few useful things. But you are trying to change the subject. I'm dying to know what happened.”

“What makes you think that anything happened in the first place? I mean aside from the usual things that happen at these kinds of parties.”

“He moved you into his bedroom.”

“So what?” Zechs shrugged. “I'm sure he has done that with a lot of pets before.”

Quatre shook his head. “That's where you are wrong, Zechs. The master never shares his private quarters with his pets.”

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“Ah,” Duo tensed slightly at the pain. “Slow down, Heero.”

“Did that hurt?” his lover asked. “Sorry.”

“It's alright. Just take it easy. I'm not made of steel.”

“Sorry,” Heero repeated as he slowed down. Finally Duo relaxed. “Oh yes, just like that. That's perfect.” He closed his eyes and sighed in delight. “Feels so good, I could do this for hours.”

His euphemism was short lived however, as the brush in Heero's hand hit yet another knot in his long chestnut-brown hair. “Ouch!” Violet eyes flew open. “Careful! What are you trying to do, rip off my scalp?”

“Sorry,” his lover apologized with a frustrated grunt. “I'm doing my best. How do you get your hair tangled up like that anyway?”

“Hmm… Let me think. Maybe because someone told me last night to keep my hair loose, because it turned him on.” Duo retorted cheekily.

Heero huffed. “Let's just finish this. You have to be at the spa at 2 pm, remember.”

He had barely raised the hairbrush again when the sound of the doorbell interrupted them.

“Go, get the door,” Duo snatched the brush from his lover's hand. “I'll just finish this myself.”

“Alright,” the other man agreed. As he left the bedroom and walked downstairs Heero wondered who could be at the door. Aside from an occasional visit by Miss Antonelli, a neighbor from across the street, the two young men didn't get too many guests.

“Sir?!” he exclaimed in surprise when he opened the door. He certainly didn't expect to see the duke. “What brings you here?”

“I wanted to talk to you, Heero.” Treize explained.

“But you didn't have to come all the way out here, Sir. One call and I would have…”

“I know.” The older man smiled softly. “But I was nearby anyway, so I had Trowa drop me off. May I come in?”

“Oh yes, of course. I'm sorry.” Heero stepped aside to let the duke pass.

Treize let his gaze wander as he followed the younger man. Despite the fact that he owned this house, he had never actually set foot into it before. It was a nice little condo, in a nice little middle class neighborhood. The place was furnished in a modern but simple style, except for the entertainment center, which had probably cost more than everything else in the house combined.

“Please, have a seat, Sir.” Heero gestured at the cream colored leather couch.

“Who is it?” Duo was still buttoning his shirt when he came walking down the stairs. “Master Treize?!” The young man seemed just as surprised as his lover.

“I hope I didn't interrupt anything, did I?” The duke smirked suggestively.

“No,” Duo laughed. “… or at least not what you are thinking.”

“Good, I'm relieved then.” Treize replied, mirth sparkling in his eyes. “That would have been unforgivable.”

“Actually, we were just about to sit down for lunch before I have to go to work.” The braided young man explained. “Have you eaten yet, Sir?”

“I was planning on having lunch after my conversation with Heero.”

“Well, we are having real home cooked lasagna. If you don't mind you are welcome to join us.” Duo offered.

“Home cooked.” Treize echoed slightly surprised.

“Not by us. In other words, it's safe to eat.” The braided young man grinned. “Mrs. Antonelli, the old lady from across the street…” he explained. “I occasionally help her with the yard work, and Heero does the shopping for her. In return she spoils us with her wonderful Italian dishes.”

“Is that so? Well, in that case, it would be a shame to say no.”

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“Quatre?”

“Hmm…” The young man reached for another cookie.

“Do you know someone by the name of Ventuno, Emilio Ventuno?”

“No, why?”

Zechs shrugged nonchalantly. “One of the other guests at the party mentioned the name…” That wasn't exactly the truth but it wasn't really a lie either. Wufei, the other `pet' had asked him about the man when the two of them were alone in the bathroom. Wufei wanted to know if he knew Ventuno, but neither the name nor the description sounded familiar. “I was just wondering who he was; another club owner maybe?”

“I don't think so. I know most of them.”

“Hmm… I wonder if Duo or Heero know him. Maybe I should ask next time I see one of them.”

“No!” The firmness in Quatre's voice surprised the older man. “Listen Zechs, there are things that are considered taboo, even around here. Ventuno is one of those things, understood? So it is best if you'd just forget about it, alright.”

“Forget about what?” Trowa's voice startled both Zechs and Quatre. The young man was standing by the sliding glass door, just inside the house.

“Uhm… nothing really; we were just talking.” Quatre told him. “When did you get back? Zechs, you'd better go and see if the master needs you.”

Right.”

Before the blond even got to his feet Trowa raised his hand to stop him. “No need; Master Treize isn't home yet. He had me drop him off at Heero and Duo's place.”

“Well in that case, why don't I make some more tea? You will join us Trowa, won't you?”

The young man nodded, and Quatre reached for the teapot and disappeared into the house. Trowa gave a little, amused snort as he settled down in the chair next to Zechs.

“I see he's been giving you the third degree.”

“Huh?”

“Sugar cookies,” the brunet explained, a tiny smirk on his lips. “Quatre only goes through such lengths if he is convinced that nothing less will do.”

The older man laughed. “As I told him already, his efforts are wasted. Sugar cookies or not, I have nothing to tell him.”

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“So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about, Sir?” Heero asked as he took a seat across from the duke. After they had lunch Duo had left for work and the two other men had settled down in the living room.

“I have a job for you.” Treize draped one leg over the other and leaned back in his chair. “I need you to do a thorough background check on someone. Unfortunately I don't even have a full name. All I know is that he calls himself Otto, and I'm not even sure if that's a first or a surname. I met him at Septm's club the other night.”

“What's wrong with him?”

“Aside from him showing just a little too much interest in Zechs, I'm not quite sure yet, but something just doesn't seem to add up. He is supposed to be in town on business. He brought one of his pets along on the trip. Septm told me that he owns a few more but somehow I have a hard time believing it.”

Heero gave the duke a questioning look.

“He let his pet to be auctioned off for the night, even though he wasn't properly marked or collared… or trained for that matter. Otto even admitted that much to me. He said he had not found the time yet to train the young man.”

Heero frowned. The duke seemed right. No competent master would put an untrained pet into another persons care. Too much damage could be done.

“He seemed more interested in the people than the party which also struck me as odd.” Treize continued. “After all, it isn't as though he just moved here and is trying to make new acquaintances. He will be gone in a few weeks if his story was true.”

The younger man nodded. “What do you want me to do, Sir?”

“I need you to find out anything and everything you can about the man and his pet; where they came from, what they are doing here etc. I should have some pictures for you by tomorrow. And…” the duke added. “I invited them to the “Black Rose” next weekend, so you will be able to meet them in person.”

Heero gave another, acknowledging nod. “Understood! I'll do my best, Sir.”

“I know you will,” Treize smiled softly. “Oh, by the way, I need you to accompany Zechs to the hospital tomorrow afternoon. He will be visiting his sister.”

“How is he doing?”

“Well…I can't be really sure yet, but I think he is slowly starting to get used to his new life. I believe he is actually beginning to enjoy it too, but he still has a lot to learn. Most of all he needs to understand that surrendering control to someone else isn't necessary a bad thing.”

“It can't be easy.” The other man remarked. “After their parents died he had to grow up quickly, he needed to be strong and in control for his sake as well as his sister's. It might take time for him to realize that it is alright to surrender.”

“Yes,” Treize agreed. “But once he does he will become a perfect pet.”

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“Trowa, you got any idea where Master Treize is? He isn't in his study.”

It was part of Zech's daily routine to serve the duke his `late night drink' after he returned from the club. Treize usually retreated to his study as soon as he got home, to finish up bookkeeping for the day and make any necessary changes in the schedule for the following day. But tonight the master seemed nowhere to be found. Zechs was glad when he ran into Trowa on his search for the duke.

“Yes,” the other man confirmed. “He is watching a video. Past his bedroom, second door on the left.”

“Thanks.”

“Don't forget to knock.”

“Got it.” Zechs nodded. As he climbed upstairs to the east wing where the master's personal quarters were located it occurred to the young man that even after having lived here for several week, he really had only seen part of the large mansion. A few minutes later he knocked at the door to the room Trowa had directed him to.

“Come in!”

“Your cognac, Master.”

“Ah finally; I was starting to wonder if you had gone all the way to France to fetch it.” The duke sounded more amused than annoyed. “Come in, close the door behind you.”

Well, maybe if you'd have told me where to find you instead of playing hide and seek with me, Zechs thought. Of course he knew better than to voice his opinion. “I apologize.”

The lights in the room were dimmed. The young man was too busy keeping his eyes on the floor to avoid tripping, to even take note of the video that was flickering over the projector screen. It wasn't until he heard his own voice that Zechs raised his head… and nearly dropped the tray with the cognac. Jaws open he watched himself, nude as the day he was born, kneeling in front of an equally naked and chained up Wufei.

“Beautiful, isn't it,” the duke purred, his voice deep and velvety soft. “I'm glad that I asked Septm to run the cameras last night. What do you think, should we have a copy made? Wufei's master might enjoy seeing the two of you in action.”

Zechs' ears were burning. “I wouldn't know…”

He quickly set down the drink on the small table at his master's side, but before he could turn to leave Treize seized his wrist, pulling him down onto the loveseat next to him.

“Stay here!” he ordered, “I want us to watch the rest of the video together.”

Zechs swallowed. The duke's arm snaked around his waist. His hand came to rest on his pet's thigh. The younger man forced himself to relax. There was no sound but Wufei's desperate moaning and his own heartbeat echoing in his ears, as he watched himself giving the other pet a blowjob. Zechs could feel his cheeks burn, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat as his pants started to become increasingly tight around the crotch.

Then there was a break in the on-screen action, as the duke moved his two pets to the bed. Treize leaned closer to the younger man, his fingertips ghosted over the inside of Zechs' thighs. “You smell good,” he whispered into his pet's ear.

“I…I took a shower just before you got home.”

“Is that so? I'm afraid you might need another one by the time we are done.”

The suggestion sent a shiver down Zechs spine, and another rush of blood straight to his groin. Gosh, should I really be turned on by that idea?

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