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Dangerous Affairs	By : armitage43 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4838 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 13
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Disclaimer: I do not own the Gundam boys or any other character from the series.

Warnings: Lemon, lime, angst, rape, abuse, foul language, AU, OOC

Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4, 3xR

Rating: NC 17

Author: Ryouga

Summary: Treize Kushrenada runs an elite detective agency and Ace detectives Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell are assigned the task of bringing a serial killer to justice. Quatre Winner is a young trainee under the ever-watchful eye of Wu Fei Chang. When good meets bad and love enters the equation, it becomes a dangerous affair.

Author�s note: This arc will officially be known as the �Retribution and Atonement� arc
"Dangerous Affairs"
Dangerous Affairs 14/?

��Welcome to my humble home.�

Humble? Wu Fei blinked. If this was humble; then shit, he wouldn�t have minded something along the lines of humble himself.

�Wu Fei, are you going to stand there all night, or do you actually want to come in? And why are you blushing like that?�

The young Chinese man swallowed, �I find your taste in design rather,�� he searched for the right, inoffensive words. ��Unique.�

Kushrenada grinned. �Ah, I see. Well I'm a man of unusual taste, Wu Fei.�

Wu Fei looked back at the fountain. Unusual wasn�t the word he would have used; bizarre seemed a more appropriate term. He turned his attention back to his superior and smiled. �Well at least no one can accuse you of being unoriginal, Treize, that�s for certain.�

�I pride myself on it. Now, stop making my porch look untidy and come in,� Treize began playfully. �Zechs is in the lounge,� he added closing the door as Wu Fei entered. �Here, let me take that from you.� He took the dessert from Wu Fei. �I�ll go put it in the refrigerator. I�m just adding the finishing touches to dinner now. It should be ready in about five to ten minutes; if you would like something to drink, then Zechs has a selection of wines and non alcoholic beverages available if you wish, so just make yourself at home,� he finished as he led Wu Fei into the lounge.

Zechs stood on their entry. �Evening, Wu Fei.�

�Evening, Zechs,� Wu Fei returned.

Treize headed back towards the hallway. �Right then, I shall leave you two to chat whilst I finish dinner off. Zechs will see to your needs, Wu Fei. I shall inform you both when I am done.�

�I look forward to it,� Wu Fei replied respectfully as Treize exited the room.

�Now then, Wu Fei,� Zechs began as the young Chinaman turned around. �If you�d like to take a seat, I�ll start filling you in on this case we received today. Shall I get you something to drink before we start?� he added as Wu Fei sat in the chair to the left of him.

�Just half a glass of wine for now, thanks.�

�Red, white or non alcoholic?

�White thanks, Zechs.�

�Half a glass of white coming right up.�

As Zechs walked over to the small bar �fridge and retrieved the glasses and wine, Wu Fei had the chance to peruse his surroundings. For a guy, Treize was so neat and organized. There was nothing out of place, no paperwork lying scattered about. His furniture, at least, bore no resemblance to any part of the human anatomy and for that the young Chinese man was grateful. The walls were adorned with paintings; still life mostly, but the one that caught the senior detective�s eye was the painting nearest the box window. Extremely colorful blotches were seemingly just �splattered� all over the canvas and he wondered how the hell could any one call that art. Unless the artist was somewhere around the age of five, then that would explain it. He made a note to ask Treize about it over dinner. Changing his train of thought he opted to pursue the reason for his being here. �So, about this case, Zechs. Homicide, manslaughter, suicide, bashing, hit and run, hammer, chisel, gun, knife, fork, or spoon?�

Stopping in mid pour, Zechs turned his head and shot Wu Fei an amused look.

�Just covering options,� Wu Fei grinned cheekily.

�And to think I thought the only thing that was strange in this room was that picture over there,� Zechs replied pointing to the piece of blotchy �artwork� that Wu Fei had noticed only a few minutes earlier.

Wu Fei laughed as Zechs continued to finish pouring the wine. �Should you be insulting the picture like that?�

Zechs raised an eyebrow. �Probably not,� he chuckled as he walked back over to Wu Fei and handed him his glass of wine.

�Thanks.�

�You�re very welcome, Wu Fei,� Zechs replied, seating himself back on the chair nearest the bar �Now, this case that Treize and I are working on is only a minor one, but we wanted some extra input as to how it should be handled.�

Wu Fei nodded in acknowledgment.�And the case is?�

�Quite a common one, actually.�

�So, we have a married couple having marital problems and the wife suspects that her husband is cheating on her and wants him followed?�

�Bingo,� Zechs affirmed. �Except in this case there is a slight twist to it.�

�And that would be?� Wu Fei asked, taking a sip of his wine.

�She believes he is sleeping with another man.�

Taking an inward breath out of pure embarrassment, Wu Fei almost choked on his wine as the words flowed out of Zechs� mouth. He coughed and spluttered before regaining his composure and clearing his throat. �Well now I�ve heard everything.�

�Oh, it is quite a common thing nowadays, Wu Fei. It�s happening more and more, men leaving their wives for other men, women leaving their husbands for other women.�

�Cats and dogs sleeping together...�

�I think you�ve been watching too many reruns of Ghostbusters on cable, Chang.�

Wu Fei smirked and at that moment Treize appeared in the doorway of the lounge. �Gentlemen. Dinner is served.�

#_#

A white haze surrounded his vision as Quatre finally began to drift back into consciousness. It took him a few moments to remember what had happened and it was then that the blonde realized he was no longer in the alleyway, but lying on a soft, comfortable surface. Panicking a little, he sat upright only to be greeted by cramping in the stomach and a whopping great headache. �Shit!� he exclaimed grasping his head with one hand and his stomach the other. Closing his eyes, his throbbing head and hazy vision caused everything around him to dance about, and a few moments later he felt the warmth of another and found himself being pushed gently back down onto the soft surface whilst a cool, damp cloth was laid across his forehead.

�Don�t try to get up yet. You�ll only cause yourself more grief.� The voice was soft and gentle with a touch of concern added to the tone.

�Where am I?� Quatre asked quietly his eyes finally starting to make sense of things again

�My office,� came the gentle reply. �After �Goliath� knocked you out, he took on the wrong person, so I taught him some manners. He won�t be bothering you again. I knocked him out cold and then notified the police, anonymously.�

�But, how did�?�

�Let�s just say that my kick boxing lessons paid off.�

A deep sigh escaped the blonde�s lips. �Thank you for coming to my rescue, I owe you my dignity and maybe even my life. I don�t know how I can ever repay you.�

�Your name would be payment enough.�

�My name?� Quatre strained to see his rescuer as his vision cleared even more and the features of the young man in front of him became a little more noticeable.

�Yes, your name,� came the amused reply. �I would�ve asked you sooner, but it seems the chance passed me by when our paths crossed at the post office.�

Quatre was gob smacked and he suddenly wished his vision would shift its arse into gear and clear. �Eyes,� he blurted out. �You have green eyes.�

The other young man chuckled, amused by Quatre�s sudden choice of words. �Yes, I do have eyes and they are green.�

The young blonde found himself blushing brightly. �I, um, well, that is, that�s all I really got to see at the post office. I mean, it all happened so fast, I� um... Quatre. My name is Quatre Winner."

�Well, Quatre, I think you need to rest a little more. I suggest you stay here for the night as it�s already quite late and you�re still in no fit condition to move.�

�But I have work in the morning and I��

�Has your vision returned yet?�

�No, not quite, but��

�Do you really believe you can get up and go home and be fit enough for work in the morning?�

The blonde sighed. The other young man was quite right. There was no way he could do much of anything right now. �No, I guess not.�

�Then it�s settled. In the morning I�ll bring you the phone so you can call work and explain what happened. Then, if you feel up to it, I�ll make you some breakfast.�

Quatre nodded. �Thank you for your kindness.�

�No thanks needed, Quatre, you were in danger and I just happened to be passing by when I heard the voices in the alley.� The young man with the green eyes got up from the side of the bed and made a move to leave.

Quatre lay there in stunned silence for a moment and then called out. �Wait��

�What�s the matter, Quatre?� the young man asked as he turned back to face the blonde from his position near the door as he went to exit.

�You saved my life and I don�t even know your name,� Quatre began softly as his eyelids began to close once more.

�It�s Trowa. Trowa Barton,� the young man replied.

�Then, thank you, Trowa Barton. Thank you so much,� Quatre replied gratefully as strong waves of sleep washed over his tired and aching body.

�You�re welcome, Quatre,� Trowa replied.

Quatre didn�t see the small smile that crept upon Trowa�s face as the young, green-eyed man left. The exhausted young blonde had already slipped back into the dark realm of unconsciousness.

#_#

With dinner and dessert over and done with, Duo sat back in his chair, one hand rubbing his bloated stomach and the other resting on the table. He made an awful face and Heero smirked as the longhaired piglet let out a pained groan.

�So then, are we done?�

Duo, still trying to comfort his overly full stomach, let out a puff of air. �I don�t know about you, but I�m well and truly done; three times over.

�I told you not to have thirds of the Malteser cake. [N1] I did warn you it was very sickly sweet.�

�So why didn�t I listen to you? Damn I should have listened to you��

�Duo, when do you ever listen to me?�

�Umm is this a trick question? Because you know I hate trick questions.�

�The answer would be almost never,� Heero grinned.

Duo laughed quietly. �Yeah, but at least almost never, isn�t never, never. Right?�

�I suppose you have a valid point there.�

�And when are they ever not?�

Heero folded his arms and leant back in his seat, raising an eyebrow. �Do you really want me to answer that?�

�Can I say no?�

�Sure.�

�Then, no.�

�Didn�t think so,� Heero chuckled as he checked his watch. �So, what did you want to do next? We don�t have to be at work until 11 tomorrow and it�s only just gone 10.30 now, so we can still go to the club for an hour or so if you want?�

"Actually, Heero, would you mind if we skipped the club and headed for the beach. I feel like a quiet walk along the waterfront.�

A look of surprise shot over Heero�s face and he threw his lover a questioning look.

�It�s something I�ve wanted to do for ages, but, we�ve been so busy around the office that I haven�t really had the chance to mention it to you.�

Heero stood, a large grin forming on his face and he held a hand out to Duo. �What say we blow this joint and head for the beach?�

Duo�s cherub like face lit up and he stood, reaching out to take Heero�s hand in his. �Motion carried. Let�s get out of here, Heero.�

TBC...

[N1] This cake is scrumptelicious but not even the Shenster and I can finish a shared piece *sweatdrops* It has rich thick creamy colored icing and the cake itself is adorned with tiny round balls of chocolate covert malt honeycomb. Now there's a food arc challenge for ya Shen :P
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