Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sugar & Whips ❯ Chapter 22 ( Chapter 22 )

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Sugar and Whips

Part 22

It was early and the club was still relatively empty. A few patrons were sitting at the bar, drinking or talking. Zechs ignored their looks as he followed the duke to the front entrance. His eyes widened slightly in surprise as he recognized the two men who had just walked into the club.

Wufei and Otto?! Considering the way his master had reacted when he thought that the other man was hitting on his pet, he would have never thought he would see them again, especially not as Treize's guests. But then again, thinking back to the phone call between the duke and his chief of security, it didn't sound as though he had invited them just out of fondness.

Nevertheless, Treize smiled as he approached the two men. Zechs' eyes caught Wufei's and the young man blushed slightly and averted his eyes to the ground.

“Mister Otto, I'm so glad you could make it.” The duke shook hands with the tall, brunet man and then turned to Wufei. His smile widened as he reached out and raised the younger man's chin with one finger. “And… I have been looking forward to seeing you again, little dragon. Did anyone tell you yet that you look gorgeous tonight?”

“Thank you,” Otto replied. “I have been looking forward to tonight too. After all, it's not everyday you get invited to a place like this. And I'm sure Wufei is just as excited as I am.”

“Well, thank you. Let's sit down somewhere, shall we?”

Treize led them to a semi-private booth in the back of the bar, and arranged it so that Wufei ended up sitting between his master and him on the black, horseshoe shaped, velvet couch. He waived one of the waiters over and ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon Magnum and four glasses. A few minutes later the man was back with the order. He opened the bottle at the table, filled the glasses and retreated with a bow.

While they were sipping their champagne, Treize and engaged Otto in small talk about his job and how he liked it in town, and for some reason, while he was talking he didn't seem to be able to keep his eyes of the other man's pet. Finally he addressed the young man directly. “Just out of curiosity, how does someone like you get… involved in this lifestyle, little dragon?”

“Someone like me?” the young Chinese man asked, somewhat puzzled.

“You mentioned that you are a descendant of the Long clan. Curious as I am I have been doing some research and found that it is a clan that is very old, very powerful and very tradition bound. In my experience traditional and BDSM doesn't usually mix well.”

Wufei shrugged. “I have broken with my families traditions a long time ago, long before I met Otto.”

“Yet, you are still wearing your clan's tattoo?!”

Sitting to the duke's left, Zechs played with his glass and listened with growing irritation to the conversation. He was not sure why it bothered him so much that his master was paying more attention to another man's pet than to him. He doesn't even seem to notice me, so what the hell am I doing here?

“Oh, I almost forgot…” Treize suddenly changed the subject. “I have got a little gift for you.”

“A gift?” Otto echoed.

“Yes.” Treize smirked as he waved for the waiter. “I'd left a little package behind the bar earlier. Please get it for me.” he told the man.

The waiter nodded. He left only to return a few moments later with a thin, square object, about the size of a cd or dvd case wrapped in black and silver paper.

Otto exchanged a surprised gaze with Wufei as the duke handed him the gift. “What is it?”

“A video.” Treize explained. “I had last weeks little `play session' at the `Dark Pleasures' taped and put on dvd, and I thought you might enjoy it as well. You've really got to see how stunning our two little pets look together.”

“Well thank you, I appreciate it. I'm sure we will enjoy it…” Otto smirked as he exchanged another look with his pet. “…together.”

“More champagne?” the duke asked as he reached for the bottle to refill the glasses.

“Just half a glass, please.” The tall, brunet man looked around. “This is quite an amazing place you have here. Did you buy it as it is or did you design and remodel it yourself?”

“Actually a little of both,” Treize replied. “You must know, this whole area used to be somewhat like a health resort. Someone had discovered a hot spring close to 200 years ago and almost immediately several hotels and spas were built, to accommodate the people who came here for the spring's supposed healing qualities. The property had been empty for decades when I first saw it but I realized that it was perfect for the club I was planning to build. If you wish I can show you around.”

“You don't mind?” Otto asked.

“Of course not,” the duke assured him. “We still have about an hour before the first show starts, so, why don't we go right now?”

“I'd love to. Wufei!”

“That's alright; the two of them can stay here.” Treize announced as he rose to his feet. “There is no reason to bore them to death by having them tag along, is there?”

“I guess not.” Otto agreed.

The duke reached out and raised Zechs chin, making his pet look up to him. “Be a good little pet, and keep our guest entertained while we are gone.”

“Yes Master.” Zechs somehow managed to smile, but as soon as his master released him and turned his back the smile fell from his face. Keep our guest entertainedwhile we are gone…that's so typical running off to do your own thing and leaving me here to baby-sit…Wait, I suppose the correct term would be `pet-sit', the young man thought sardonically as he watched the duke and his guest walk away. Be a good little pet my ass!

He turned his head toward Wufei. The young man was sitting stiffly, staring at some pictures above the bar, as though he was trying to avoid looking at Zechs. For a few moments the blond silently watched Wufei's face. He really is handsome; his slightly slanted eyes looked even darker in the dim lighting of the club, and the flickering candles on the table gave his skin a deeper golden tone.

The master is right, what is someone like him doing with a guy like Otto? Not to say that Otto isn't good looking; and he seems to be a nice guy… But how can someone who has to work for a living afford a pet like him?

Finally Wufei's head snapped around. “What?” he asked.

“Huh?”

“You are staring at me.”

“Oh! Sorry,” Zechs replied. “Does it bother you? I figured someone with your looks would be used to it. But anyway, what should we do?” he asked casually, but then his gaze fell upon the still wrapped dvd on the table and a impish sparkle entered his eyes. “I know! Let's go watch the video.”

For the fraction of a second Wufei's eyes went wide in shock, but he managed to recover quickly. “I think not. You heard what my master said, didn't you? He wants to watch it later, together with me,” he replied calmly.

The other pet huffed in a mixture of amusement and sarcasm. “Do you always do what your master says?”

“Isn't that what having a master is about?” Wufei countered, without loosing a beat.

Now it was Zechs' turn to look surprised. Touché, I guess.

“Hello there, it must be my lucky day. What are two beauties like you doing all by yourself? Would you like to come with me to the bar for a drink?”

Zechs turned his head and eyed the bearded man standing next to their table. His whole appearance spoke clearly of too much money and too little taste. Under different circumstances he would have told the guy to go to hell; but considering that the man was a paying customer in his master's club, that was out of question.

“Sorry, but no thanks.” he smiled politely. “My master taught me to never accept drinks from strangers.”

“I see. Well in that case…” the bearded man replied. “My name is Robert. And now that I'm not a stranger anymore, how about that drink?”

The line was so lame that Zechs almost rolled his eyes. He exchanged a look with Wufei who just shrugged. “Very well,” the blond finally agreed. “One drink, but not at the bar; you can join us at this table if you like.”

“I would be a fool to say `no'. What can I get you?”

“I'll have a Cape Cooler.” Zechs requested, and Wufei added. “I'll have the same.”

“Understood. Now, don't go anywhere. I'll be right back.”

“Geez,” Wufei huffed as the man was out of earshot. “Some people really don't know what `no thank you' means.”

“Apparently not,” Zechs agreed. “But I'm afraid arguing would have been a lost cause. We might as well enjoy our cocktails and then send him on his way.” He followed the man with his eyes as he walked to the bar and talked to Jacques, the bartender. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying they definitely exchanged a lot more words than it would take to order a few drinks. Zechs frowned as the bearded man threw a quick look over his shoulder at him and Wufei, said a couple more words to the bartender, slipped from his chair and left the room.

What the… “Excuse me for a moment.” The blond rose to his feet. With a few long strides he was at the bar. “Jacques, what the hell was that about just now? What did you tell that guy?”

The bartender shrugged and continued polishing glasses.

Zechs' frown turned into a scowl. “Did Master Treize tell you `scare off' anyone who talks to us?”

“Listen, I just work here, alright,” Jacques replied. “And, I happen to like my job. So, I do what I am told. If you have a problem with that, talk to the boss.”

I don't believe it. He goes around flirting with anyone in sight and I'm not even allowed to let someone buy me a drink? Zechs was fuming. The fact that he didn't really want a drink from that guy to begin with didn't matter. “Fine,” he snapped. “Since on one is allowed to come close to us anyway, we will be going upstairs. Which room is free?”

“Let me see.” There was a small computer pad behind the counter that the bartender went to check. A moment later he came back and handed Zechs a small electronic key card. “Room 15.”

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“This,” Treize explained as he and his guest entered the dungeon, “used to be the wine cellars originally.”
”Wow?!” Otto looked around. There were at least a dozen or so doors leading from the main corridor into smaller rooms. “All of them?”

“Yes,” the duke confirmed with a smirk. “Makes you wonder if the people really came here for the hot spring, doesn't it?”

“It sure does.” Otto agreed. “Do you mind if I take a closer look in one of those rooms?”

“Go right ahead. But don't close the door behind you; it will lock.”

“Oh?”

“Time release mechanism,” Treize explained. “Most clients rent the rooms for one hour sessions; the door opens again when the time is up. If they want to get out early they need to call upstairs. There is a phone in each room.”

“I see.” Just as the tall, brunet man stepped into one of the `play rooms' the cell-phone in the duke's pocket rang.

“Excuse me.” Treize pulled out his phone and flipped it open. “Yes?”

“Sorry to disturb you, Sir, but Zechs and the other young man just went upstairs.” Heero Yuy informed him “They ordered a bottle of champagne and asked for it to be brought to room 15. What do you want me to do, Sir?”

“Nothing. Let them do as they wish, but continue to keep an eye on them.”

“Understood, Sir. I've turned the camera in the room on already.”

“Excellent. I'll talk to you later.” As Treize slipped his phone back into his pocket he followed his guest.

“Is everything alright? I hope I'm not keeping you from your business.”

“Oh no, don't worry about it.” The duke assured him with a polite smile. “My people are more than capable to run the club even without me having constantly to look over their shoulders. It seems however, that our pets got bored in the bar and decided on a little change of scene. I was told that they moved to one of the private rooms upstairs.”

“I'm not surprised.” Otto admitted. “Wufei is still getting used to the whole BDSM lifestyle and he still isn't very comfortable in public. One of the reasons I took him with me on this trip was that I hoped it be easier for him to be in a club where he wouldn't have to worry about running into someone who might know him.”

“I see.”

“Speaking of knowing someone… I meant to ask you something. A few years back, when I still was new to the lifestyle myself, a friend introduced me to a man named Emilio Ventuno. We talked and he got me a few tips and pointers. He was from this area, and I'm pretty sure he mentioned the `Black Rose' as one of the clubs he frequented. To make a long story short, I promised that I would call him if I was in the neighborhood but I lost his phone number. You wouldn't know him by any chance, would you?”

“What did you say the name was, Ventuno? Hmm…” Treize thought about it for a few moments; then he shook his head. “Sorry, that doesn't sound familiar. He is defiantly not a member. But that doesn't mean anything. He could still been here; members are allowed to bring one guest. Unfortunately we don't keep records of it. Sorry, that I couldn't be of more help.”

“That's alright.” Otto shrugged. “I had to try at least, but it's no big deal. Considering how long it has been, he might have forgotten about ever meeting me anyway.”

“Well then, should we continue our little tour?”

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Wufei let his gaze wander. The room, although furnished less modern and more elegant, was very similar to the one Treize, Zechs and he had used at the `Dark Pleasures'.

There were chains and a wide comfortable bed, a cabinet full of `toys' and bondage gear against one wall and a small table and two chairs on the other side beneath the high velvet-draped window. The door to his left, he assumed let to a bathroom.

Zechs was already sitting in one of the overstuffed armchairs, his eyes trained on the younger man, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “Are you just going to stand there? You can sit down you know, I'm not going to bite. Unless…,” the smirk widened a little. “You would like me to.”

Wufei swallowed. He's changed, he thought. Although it's been only a week, he seemed like a totally different person; so much less insecure and shy. Maybe it's the fact that this is his home turf that gives him the extra confidence. But there was also something else going on between him and his master, Wufei had felt the hidden tension from the very start. Even though he was curious to know what that happened, he did not dare asking.

He walked over to where Zechs was sitting and settled down in the second armchair. “Why didn't we just stay downstairs?” he asked.

The other man shrugged nonchalantly. “Because it is a little more private up here and I wanted to talk to you.”

“Talk?” Wufei sounded somewhat skeptical.

A knock at the door interrupted them. It was the waiter with the champagne they had ordered. Zechs waited until the man had left the room before he spoke again.

“Remember, you asked me a question that night at the other club.” He remarked as he filled the two flutes with the rosé-colored liquid.

“Yes?!” Wufei's head snapped around and he looked at the other man questioningly.

Well that certainly got his attention. Zechs handed him one of the glasses. “I have been asking around, but the man you are looking for doesn't seem to be a client at the `Black Rose.' Either that or everybody I spoke to suffers from amnesia associated with the name Ventuno.”

“Oh well,” Wufei tried to sound casual, but a trace of disappointment was noticeable in his voice. “It's not the end of the world. I just thought someone here would know him.”

“Sorry.” Zechs played with his glass, turning it slowly in his hand and watching the light reflect off the crystal. “Now I'd like to ask you a question. Who the hell is this guy and why are you looking for him?”

“What do you mean?!” The question had caught Wufei totally off-guard, but he tired his best to hide his surprise. Suddenly the glass in his hand shattered, spilling champagne all over his pants and the floor.

“Are you alright?” The older man jumped to his feet.

Dazed and surprised Wufei nodded. He didn't even realize that he had been clenching the glass that tightly. Perhaps it had already been cracked or flawed in some way. “I'm fine, but the carpet…”

“Don't worry about it.” Zechs disappeared into the bathroom and returned a moment later with a couple of towels. He knelt down in front of Wufei's chair. As he started to dab at the carpet to soak up the liquid he noticed couple of rusty-brown splatters. “You are bleeding!”

“It's just a small cut.” Wufei kept his hand clenched to a fist to stop the bleeding.

“Let me see!” Zechs demanded as he put down the towel ad looked around. The chandelier over the bed seemed to provide the best light in the room. “Sit down over there,” he told the younger man.

“It's really not a big deal, there is no need…” Wufei tried to argue, but Zechs kept insisting on checking the wound until he finally gave in and sat down on the edge of the bed.

The blond crouched down at his feet. He had the younger man open his fist, pulled a couple of tissues from the box in the nightstand and carefully dabbed away the blood. There was a cut across the palm of Wufei's hand, only an inch or so long and not very deep. It didn't look as though there was any glass got stuck in the wound either.

“Oh good, it doesn't look too bad.”

“That's what I have been trying to tell you.” Wufei remarked.

Satisfied Zechs completed his inspection and reached down for Wufei's right foot.

“What… what are you doing?”

“Getting rid of your shoes so that I can take off your pants,” the older man explained. “I'm no Martha Steward, but even I know that alcohol and bloodstains are easiest to remove when they are still fresh. This is silk, isn't it?”

“Wait…You can't!” Wufei jerked his leg away.

“Why not?”

“Because…” The young man flushed deep red. “Because…I'm not wearing anything else.” He finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“So?” Zechs asked. “It's not like I haven't seen you in the nude before, is it?” He grasped Wufei's ankle, pulling it back toward himself. “Now stop being a big baby.”

Slip! Slip! His shoes dropped to the floor before Wufei even knew it. But when the older man reached up to pull down his pants he quickly scrambled backward. “Stop it!” he demanded.

“What? Are you planning on running around in wet pants for the rest of the night?” Zechs gave a deep laugh. Wufei's struggle was rather amusing to him, and he wasn't willing to give up. The two men scuffled, and then as Wufei tried to pull away fell both backward onto the bed with Zechs landing in top of the other pet.

Wufei's slightly flushed face so close to his own, startled black eyes gazing up at him… Zechs swallowed. You shouldn't have done this. He slowly dipped his head and covered the other man's lips with his own.

For a brief moment Wufei's eyes went wide in shock, then one of his hands came up to cup the back of Zechs' head as he returned the kiss passionately. His fingers buried themselves in the soft, silvery hair. He parted his lips slightly, allowing Zechs to slip his tongue between them and explore the hot cavern of his mouth.

Zechs closed his eyes and moaned quietly. When they finally broke their kiss both men were panting breathlessly.

“We…really… shouldn't.” Wufei panted.

Pushing himself up onto his hands and knees Zechs looked down at the younger man. “Why not?” he wanted to know.

“Because…”

“Because doesn't sound like a very convincing reason to me.” Zechs smirked. “Are you worried about our masters? If you ask me, they deserve this for leaving the two of us alone. Besides…” His smirk grew even wider. “My master told me to keep you entertained. I'm just following his orders.”

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T.B.C.

 

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