Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sugar & Whips ❯ Chapter 20 ( Chapter 20 )

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Citrus warning(s)!!!!

Yes, there are several lemon or lime parts in this chapter, so those of you who don't like that stuff, proceed with caution. Although I don't understand how someone doesn't like citrus (it prevents scurvy you know ;) )

 

Sugar and Whips

Part 20

Quatre, you are dead! You are sooo dead! Zechs kept repeating those words in his mind like a mantra and irritation slowly started to win over embarrassment.

“How are you feeling?”

The young man nearly jumped as Quatre suddenly whispered into his ear. How had he been able to sneak up in him like that?

`What do you think how I feel?” he growled. “You said that there was nobody here but you and I.”

“True,” Quatre admitted casually. “But I never promised it would stay that way, did I?”

Zechs gave another growl and the younger man, still standing behind him, slightly to the right in the shadows, chuckled quietly.

“I know you don't think of this as much of a lesson, but it's not easy to be exposed like this, is it? But you did well.” Quatre leaned closer and Zechs could feel the young man's hot breath against his neck. “Very well, in fact. I think you deserve a little treat as a reward, and a treat it will be…for all of us.”

Zechs felt a shiver run down his spine and a soft tingling in the pit of his stomach. He tried to tell himself that it was caused by Quatre's fingertips ghosting over the back of his neck, and not by the young man's tone of voice. After all, it could not be that he was already getting aroused by a simple suggestion alone.

Quatre ran his fingers softly down and up the `pet's' back, then along his shoulder and over his arm as he walked around him and finally appeared in his line of view.

Zechs took one look at the young man and his jaw dropped. He had never before seen Quatre wear his `stage outfit' as he called it.

The blond was clad in a pair of black leather shorts, tight as a second skin and so short that they revealed part of his firm buttocks. He wore a short, open vest of the same material over his shirtless chest, which provides a great look of his perfectly toned body. A pair of tight, high, leather boots and a couple of gold rings in his right ear completed the outfit.

Zechs' mouth went dry when he noticed the riding crop in the other man's hand. The memory of his `encounter' with Treize's crop was still fresh in his mind, and it wasn't a pleasant one.

As Quatre noticed the frantic look in the `pet's eyes he smiled softly, reassuringly. “Relax, Zechs. This will be a reward, not a punishment, remember.” He stepped closer and raised the older man's chin with the end of his crop. “Today I'll show you how thin the line between pain and pleasure really is.”

But… Zechs opened his mouth to protest, but even before he was able to utter a single word Quatre gave him a warning look and put the crop across his lips. “Don't speak unless you are asked to,” He reminded firmly. “This is not a subject open for discussion. Is that clear?”

“Yes…Sir.”

“Excellent.” The young man gently caressed his `pet's' cheek with the soft leather flap at the end of the crop. “Master Treize was right, you really do learn quickly.”

Just then, as if on cue, the duke walked into the show lounge. Without saying a word he headed for the table closest to the stage, the one marked for VIP's. He took his seat, draped one leg of the other and gave Quatre a silent nod.

Zechs swallowed nervously, even as the tingling in his stomach only intensified. Is he going to watch?

“We are ready to start it seems.” Quatre remarked. “Trowa, could you help me for a moment, please?”

It was only then that Zechs noticed the other man who was leaning with his arms crossed in front of his chest, against the wall to the right of the stage.

“Help you with what?” Trowa asked as he pushed away from the wall and walked up the few steps onto the stage.

“I need to change the bondage rack and retie him.” Quatre explained, already starting to take off the chains that secured the older man's arms. “Hold still and don't move!” He ordered. He did realize that he was taking a risk by removing the restrains. There was of course the possibility that Zechs was going to bolt as soon as he was free.

It wasn't as though the idea didn't cross Zechs mind, but he figured that it wasn't worth the trouble he would be getting himself into as a result. So he waited patiently and obediently as Quatre removed the rest of the chains. Meanwhile Trowa removed one of the floorboards and turned on the motor that quietly lowered the bondage cross till it disappeared under ground.

From his table, no more than a few yards away, Master Treize was watching the scene with apparent interest.

It took only a few moments before Zechs was tied up again cross-eagle, with his ankles chained to two iron rings in the floor, and the leather cuffs around his wrists connected to the ceiling with two adjustable chains.

“Thanks, Trowa, that will do.” Quatre told the other man once they were done.

The brunet nodded in acknowledgement. He gently brushed against his lover's body as he left the stage and walked back to the spot from where he had been watching earlier.

Meanwhile, as Zechs couldn't help but notice, more and more staff members started lingering in the lounge, pretending to be busy. Waiters were walking around straightening out already immaculate table cloths; bartenders were checking and rechecking the ice in the champagne coolers on every table.

Finally Treize Khushrenada cleared it throat. “I take it the club is ready for opening?” he asked, directed at nobody in particular.

“Um...no, Sir.”

“Sorry Sir.”

“We were just about to leave, Sir.”

Within seconds the room had emptied and Zechs breathed a silent sigh of relief. Of course, he might have felt less at easy if he would have known that there were other, hidden, spectators watching. Luckily most members of the security team hadn't arrived yet, but those who had were sitting glued to the monitors in the surveillance room.

“Oh god, he is hot. Quatre is such a lucky dog,” Duo swooned, earning himself a disgruntled glare from his lover. He just smiled and added. “Not as lucky as I am, of course.”

Heero huffed, not the least impressed as it seemed. “What are you doing down here anyway? Don't you have a job to do?”

Said job was to make sure that all the pets in the club looked their best when they met with their clients. Duo grinned impishly. “Be honest, you are just trying to get rid of me so you can enjoy the show by yourself, don't you?”

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“Are you ready?” The tip of Quatre's finger ghosted softly over Zechs' chest. The young man had to look up to catch his `pet's' eyes, but not even the fact that he was a good head shorter detracted from the truth that he was in control.

He ran his finger down a perfectly chiseled abdomen, circling the navel playfully before moving deeper until reaching the patch of curly, blond hair above Zechs' manhood.

He could feel the older man shiver under his soft caresses. Zechs' cock was still limp and flaccid but Quatre was convinced it could not stay like that for long. He unbuckled the narrow leather strap that was connected to the metal ring around the base of Zechs' cock, then looked up again as he slowly slipped the ring off. “This is a reward,” the reminded. “You are allowed to come whenever you are ready.”

He brushed his fingertips along his `pet's' cock, and the young man shivered again. As Quatre walked around him, Zechs turned his head, trying to follow him with his eyes.

“Don't,” the younger man ordered firmly. “Keep your eyes straight ahead unless I tell you otherwise.”

“But…”

The protest was cut short as Quatre brought his crop down on Zechs' bare buttocks. He didn't put much force behind the swing, just enough to make a point. “Don't speak!”

Zechs mumbled something under his breath and Quatre struck him again, this time hard enough to leave a read welt and make the young man jump.

“You really need to learn to listen,” he warned.

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Zechs gasped as the crop landed on his butt again. It stung, but the pain quickly faded as Quatre ran his fingertips gently over the read mark. At the spot where the crop had landed the skin felt heated, and Quatre's cool fingers not only soothed the pain, but also sent little sparks of pleasure through Zechs' body.

As the younger man struck him again he made sure that the crop never landed twice on the same spot. Each strike was followed by his hands brushing comforting and tenderly over those firm buttocks.

Zechs bit his lower lip, as he realized that the procedure was actually more arousing than painful. He could feel himself blush, and quickly lowered his head as he felt himself hardening. I don't believe this. I'm being whipped like a disobedient, little child, and I'm actually enjoying it.

Quatre lowered the crop and kneeled down behind his `pet'. He leaned in and gently kissed the red marks he had left on Zechs' pale skin. “Do you see what I mean now?” he whispered softly. “Pain and pleasure, how close related they are?”

Feeling as though his legs were slowly turning to gelatin Zechs moaned quietly. Part of him wanted to scream out for Quatre to stop, while the other part wanted the sweet torture to go on forever. “Quatre…” he whimpered.

“It's alright. I told you already, you may come when you are ready.”

“I can't…not here…not while I'm being watched.” He panted breathlessly.

Quatre rose to his feet. “Yes, you can,” he whispered into Zechs ear. “Concentrate on my voice, Zechs. Forget about anybody else. There is no one here but you and I.”

“I… can't…”

“Close you eyes if you must.”

Zechs shivered as Quatre kissed the back of his neck. The tip of the younger man's tongue, wet and hot, slowly traced the outline of his ear. He clenched his fists and swallowed convulsively. His rigid shaft was throbbing, his body begging for release. Finally he took Quatre's advice and closed his eyes.

“That's it. Now, come for me, Zechs. Just for me.”

Quatre's fingertips danced over his buttocks, traced the cleft between the two firm globes until they found the little puckering hole hidden there. Those soft touches were all it took to push the young man over the edge. Zechs threw his head back as he came with a hoarse cry, spilling his semen all over himself and the stage. Then his knees buckled, but before he could collapse Quatre caught him, making sure that he didn't hurt his shoulders.

“Trowa, give me a hand.”

Even before his lover had called for him, Trowa was rushing up the stairs to the stage. He quickly jumped in and started to remove the chains from Zechs arms and legs.

As soon as he was free, the young man dropped to his knees. Still trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm, he was barely aware that Treize was clapping.

“I'm impressed. That was a nice performance for a first time,” the master praised Quatre. “It looks like I made the right choice after all. Trowa, take Zechs to his room and help him get cleaned up. Quatre, go get some rest. You are scheduled to see a client tonight if I remember right.”

“Yes, Sir, thank you.” Quatre turned to leave but not without whispering into his lover's ear. “Come and see me in our dressing room when you're done.”

Trowa smirked as he gave him a quiet nod. Then the young man put his arm around Zechs, steadying him as he helped him to his feet. “Can you walk?”

“I'm not sure.”

“Okay, let's give it a try. Lean on me for support.”

“Thanks.”

Zechs had the feeling that he stumbled more than he walked, but somehow they managed to make it to his dressing room. He didn't even try to protest when Trowa `undressed' him. It took a few minutes to remove the entire harness, but when it was done he collapsed onto the bed.

“Here take this. You are going to get sick.” The other man threw a blanket over his nude body. “I'm going to draw you a bath.”

Fighting the urge to just fall asleep, Zechs listened to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. By the time Trowa turned off the faucet he had almost recovered. He pushed the blanket away, rose from the bed and walked into the small bath nude as he was. After all, it wasn't as though Trowa hadn't seen him like this before.

The room was filled with steam and the heavy scent of herbs and flowers. Kneeling next to the bathtub, the other man turned his head. “How are you feeling?”

“I'm not sure yet. But I think I will survive.”

Trowa laughed. As he rose to his feet he gestured toward the bathtub. “The water is hot; it will probably sting a bit when you first get in, but I put in some herbal oils that should be soothing.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you want me to stay and help you get cleaned up?”

Zechs shook his head. “I'm a big boy; I think I can handle it myself. Besides,” he added with a tiny smirk. “He is waiting for you, isn't he?”

The younger man retuned the grin. “Well, then I'll check on you later,” he said, as he turned to leave. “Try not to fall asleep in the tub.”

Zechs cautiously dipped one foot into the water to check the temperature before climbing in. He grimaced as he lowered himself into the tub. Trowa wasn't kidding, it really did sting. But the pain was only temporary, dissipating within a few moments. With a content sigh he reclined until his head was resting in the cushioned neck-rest and closed his eye.

As he was lying there his mind drifted off, back to his latest `training session'. Quatre truly knew what he was doing.

I can't believe he managed to make me…Zechs could feel heat creep into his cheeks. And even more, I actually enjoyed it. In the end there I really was able to convince myself that there was only me and Quatre in the room; that no one was watching us.

But of course that wasn't true. Master Treize had been right there, and he saw everything. Suddenly Zechs remembered the night when he and the duke had watched together the video from the `dark Pleasures' club. And afterward… The color in his cheeks only intensified, even as his hand moved down between his legs.

Treize had been so gentle and tender that night, it had made him almost forget that their relationship was only that of master and pet. Zechs' fingers curled around his manhood as he recalled how the duke slowly undressed him. He could almost smell his aftershave, could still remember the feeling of his hands on his body, caressing him, touching him in ways no one had touched him before.

His lips parted slightly as his breathing became heavier and his hand started to pump his cock faster and faster. He could feel the stickiness of pre-cum under his fingers, as he brushed over the top. Zechs bit his lip as he released his seed into the warm water. Eyes still closed he caught his breath for a few moments, then he sat up to pull the stopper from the bathtub. He waited for the water to drain before he turned on the faucet to refill the tub.

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“You are late,” Quatre complained as Trowa finally slipped into their dressing room.

“Am I in trouble?” the young man asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. He slipped off his shoes and climbed onto the bed where his lover was already waiting, nude and in all his glory.

“That depends.”

“Depends on what?” he purred.

“On how good you are in bed.”

“I am THE best, or so I have been told.” Trowa, kneeling over his lover, dipped his head and places a trail of burning, open-mouth kisses along Quatre's neck.

The young man moaned in delight as he threw his head back to expose more skin to his lover's hot lips. “I hope you don't expect me to just take your word for it?”

“Don't worry, I fully intent to prove it.” Trowa raised his head and gazed into his lover's eyes. “How much time do we have?”

“All the time you want.”

“Don't you have a client later on?”

“Just one of my regulars. I asked Joel to chain him up in the dungeon if I'm not there. A little `anticipation'never hurt anyone.”

Trowa gave a low chuckle. “Cat, you truly have an evil streak in you.”

“Well thank you, I'll take that as a compliment.” The young man wrapped one leg around his lover, pulling their bodies closer.

“You are wearing way too much,” he complained as he moved his hips seductively, pressing his already rigid erecting against Trowa's.

“The let's do something about that.” Trowa suggested, even as the other man already reached up and started to unbutton his shirt. Moments later Quatre slipped the silky garment over his lover's shoulders and leaned up to press his lips against the freshly exposed skin.

“Oh Cat,” Trowa moaned quietly, returning the kisses passionately.

Meanwhile Quatre's fingers were working on the zipper of his pants. He pulled it down and slipped his fingers through the opening, slowly rubbing them against his lover's cock. Through the thin fabric of the thongs he could feel the shaft pulsate as he cupped it gently.

“Now you can show me how good you really are,” he purred into Trowa's ear as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of the leather pants, pulling them, along with the underwear, down with one swift motion.

Trowa's voice was hoarse with passion as he replied. “And I will, Cat, I most definitely will.”

He fried himself from Quatre's embrace just for long enough to slip off his pants and drop them to the floor. “Are you ready?” he asked as he climbed back on top of his lover.

Quatre's reply was muffled by another passionate and drawn out kiss. They pressed against one another, their soft, heated skin touching, as their hands started to explore each other's body. When lack of air finally forced them to break their kiss Trowa moaned softly.

“I love you, Cat.”

“I love you too.” Quatre reached up to push aside a few tendrils of dark brown hair, so that he could gaze into his lover's passion-clouded eyes. “I always will.”

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The first rays of the rising sun, falling onto the bed through the open window blinds, roused Zechs early in the morning. He moaned in protest and buried his head deeper into the pillow, unwilling to wake up already. He tried to go back to sleep but something seemed odd. When Zechs finally opened his eyes he realized that he was not sleeping in his own bed. It took only a few moments before he remembered why.

He was still in his dressing room at the `Black Rose'. Last night he had taken a long bath and then curled up on the bed with a book. Apparently he had fallen asleep. However, the book he had been reading was sitting now on the table next to a tray covered with a silver serving dome. So, somebody must have been in the room later.

Probably Trowa, he thought as he crawled out of bed and walked over to the table. He did say he was going to check on me later. But why didn't he wake me?

Zechs lifted the dome to find a plate with sandwiches and a glass of juices. Suddenly realizing that he was starving he helped himself to the food. Sandwich in hand he left the room, only to find that the house lay dark and silent. The club had closed, probably hours ago and everybody had left or was asleep by now.

They just left me here and went home without me. Zechs frowned. Home? When did I start thinking about that place as home?

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T.B.C.

 

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