Addicted to You
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
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2,767
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4
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CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 11
They pulled up in front of a huge mansion. Trowa looked up at it in apprehension. “Zechs? I don’t know if I should go in there. There are all upper-class people in there and I don’t know how to act properly. And what will they think about- about us?” Trowa had never considered it before, but most people didn’t accept homosexuality.
Zechs smiled. “You’ll do fine. You look very nice tonight. Besides, they daren’t say anything about us. Not with me and Treize both here and both of us being so influential. Besides, others have secrets; they just aren’t as open about their desires as we are. But we know who they are, and they wouldn’t dare offend us for fear of their secrets getting out.” Trowa smiled at Zechs as he helped him out of the car. He led Trowa up the front walk and inside the huge ballroom.
Trowa stopped on the threshold. The place was huge. There were stairs leading down from the entrance to the main floor of the ballroom. On the left there was a huge dance floor and many couples were already dancing, on the right was a buffet table. As Zechs led him down the grand staircase he felt Trowa’s grip tighten as people turned to look at them. Zechs squeezed Trowa’s hand and grinned at him. What Trowa didn’t see in his fear was that a good number of the looks, from both men and women, were jealousy. The gazes of two people in particular held more than a little envy.
Trowa realized that he had gripped Zechs’ hand a little too tightly and loosened his hold. Zechs looked around at the people in the room. He recognized all the regular partygoers and a few other people. There were a few people he didn’t know, but not many. As he led Trowa toward the dance floor Zechs tried to point out the most important people.
Soon Trowa had so many names rolling around in his head that he was thoroughly confused. Zechs and Trowa arrived at the edge of the dance floor. Zechs indicated it with his head. “May I have this dance?” he asked Trowa formally. Trowa nodded and with more than a few butterflies, followed Zechs onto the floor just as the orchestra started into a waltz. Holding Trowa’s left hand in his, Zechs placed his right hand on Trowa’s waist and pulled Trowa gently towards him. Trowa placed his hand on Zechs’ shoulder; they had practiced this together earlier in the living room.
They hadn't spoken since they'd gotten onto the dance floor. Zechs led, and Trowa followed, used to the role from dancing in the living room, and they got silently absorbed in each other's eyes.
Zechs couldn't remember ever seeing an emerald in those depths of colors. There were even flecks of amber mixed with the green. Zechs couldn't have thought of anything to say to Trowa, even if he'd been capable of speech at the moment.
Trowa was having a little trouble adjusting to the pounding of his heart when he held Zechs in his arms. He'd never felt like this in his entire life. Trowa felt like smiling, no he felt like grinning like an idiot, but managed to contained himself. He smiled and it moved slow and graceful over his face, replacing the mask-like expression that had been on his face since his fall out with Quatre.
To his credit, when Zechs stumbled, he caught himself immediately before making it noticeable. Trowa's grip on him tightened, and he turned bright red. ‘He must be affecting me more than I realized’ Zechs thought.
They smiled at each other and danced through the pause in the music to the next song. After dancing for a few more songs, Zechs led Trowa off the dance floor and over to a refreshment table. He noticed that some people quickly turned there heads away from them when he looked in their direction, as if they hadn’t wanted to be caught staring.
“Zechs!” someone called.
Zechs turned as he heard someone call his name. It was Treize. He was making his way over. Before Treize reached them Trowa wrapped his arm around Zechs’ waist in a nervous gesture.
“Nervous?” Zechs asked. Trowa nodded. Then Treize strode up to them both.
“Zechs, I’d like you to meet someone.” Treize beckoned someone over with his hand. Trowa frowned slightly; Treize hadn’t even acknowledged his presence. Unfortunately, Trowa couldn’t see whom it was that Treize had beckoned over through the crowds of people. Another man and his wife that Zechs seemed to know pulled them into a conversation.
When the person Treize had summoned had finally gotten through the throng of people he stepped up next to Treize and wrapped an arm around his waist. “Hello Treize. Who are your charming friends?”
When Trowa heard that voice he thought it sounded familiar but dismissed it from his mind. After all, none of his friends would be here. Trowa turned to look at the person standing next to Treize and froze.
At the same time, the person standing next to Treize looked straight at him. Trowa saw his eyes go wide. Trowa gasped. “It’s you.” He said with shock and a little dismay.
They pulled up in front of a huge mansion. Trowa looked up at it in apprehension. “Zechs? I don’t know if I should go in there. There are all upper-class people in there and I don’t know how to act properly. And what will they think about- about us?” Trowa had never considered it before, but most people didn’t accept homosexuality.
Zechs smiled. “You’ll do fine. You look very nice tonight. Besides, they daren’t say anything about us. Not with me and Treize both here and both of us being so influential. Besides, others have secrets; they just aren’t as open about their desires as we are. But we know who they are, and they wouldn’t dare offend us for fear of their secrets getting out.” Trowa smiled at Zechs as he helped him out of the car. He led Trowa up the front walk and inside the huge ballroom.
Trowa stopped on the threshold. The place was huge. There were stairs leading down from the entrance to the main floor of the ballroom. On the left there was a huge dance floor and many couples were already dancing, on the right was a buffet table. As Zechs led him down the grand staircase he felt Trowa’s grip tighten as people turned to look at them. Zechs squeezed Trowa’s hand and grinned at him. What Trowa didn’t see in his fear was that a good number of the looks, from both men and women, were jealousy. The gazes of two people in particular held more than a little envy.
Trowa realized that he had gripped Zechs’ hand a little too tightly and loosened his hold. Zechs looked around at the people in the room. He recognized all the regular partygoers and a few other people. There were a few people he didn’t know, but not many. As he led Trowa toward the dance floor Zechs tried to point out the most important people.
Soon Trowa had so many names rolling around in his head that he was thoroughly confused. Zechs and Trowa arrived at the edge of the dance floor. Zechs indicated it with his head. “May I have this dance?” he asked Trowa formally. Trowa nodded and with more than a few butterflies, followed Zechs onto the floor just as the orchestra started into a waltz. Holding Trowa’s left hand in his, Zechs placed his right hand on Trowa’s waist and pulled Trowa gently towards him. Trowa placed his hand on Zechs’ shoulder; they had practiced this together earlier in the living room.
They hadn't spoken since they'd gotten onto the dance floor. Zechs led, and Trowa followed, used to the role from dancing in the living room, and they got silently absorbed in each other's eyes.
Zechs couldn't remember ever seeing an emerald in those depths of colors. There were even flecks of amber mixed with the green. Zechs couldn't have thought of anything to say to Trowa, even if he'd been capable of speech at the moment.
Trowa was having a little trouble adjusting to the pounding of his heart when he held Zechs in his arms. He'd never felt like this in his entire life. Trowa felt like smiling, no he felt like grinning like an idiot, but managed to contained himself. He smiled and it moved slow and graceful over his face, replacing the mask-like expression that had been on his face since his fall out with Quatre.
To his credit, when Zechs stumbled, he caught himself immediately before making it noticeable. Trowa's grip on him tightened, and he turned bright red. ‘He must be affecting me more than I realized’ Zechs thought.
They smiled at each other and danced through the pause in the music to the next song. After dancing for a few more songs, Zechs led Trowa off the dance floor and over to a refreshment table. He noticed that some people quickly turned there heads away from them when he looked in their direction, as if they hadn’t wanted to be caught staring.
“Zechs!” someone called.
Zechs turned as he heard someone call his name. It was Treize. He was making his way over. Before Treize reached them Trowa wrapped his arm around Zechs’ waist in a nervous gesture.
“Nervous?” Zechs asked. Trowa nodded. Then Treize strode up to them both.
“Zechs, I’d like you to meet someone.” Treize beckoned someone over with his hand. Trowa frowned slightly; Treize hadn’t even acknowledged his presence. Unfortunately, Trowa couldn’t see whom it was that Treize had beckoned over through the crowds of people. Another man and his wife that Zechs seemed to know pulled them into a conversation.
When the person Treize had summoned had finally gotten through the throng of people he stepped up next to Treize and wrapped an arm around his waist. “Hello Treize. Who are your charming friends?”
When Trowa heard that voice he thought it sounded familiar but dismissed it from his mind. After all, none of his friends would be here. Trowa turned to look at the person standing next to Treize and froze.
At the same time, the person standing next to Treize looked straight at him. Trowa saw his eyes go wide. Trowa gasped. “It’s you.” He said with shock and a little dismay.