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Sugar and Whips	By : Rogue11 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1646 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sugar and Whips

Part 1

Treize was sitting by the window,
a book in his lap and a glass of deep, red wine on the table next to him,
reading in the warm light of the afternoon sun. The tranquility of the moment
was broken by a rap at the door, just as the tawny-haired man reached out to
turn the page.

�Yes?!�

The door opened slowly, to reveal
a tall and handsome young man with olive skin and brown hair. He was clad in a
pair of tight, black leather pants that hugged his slim hips like a second
skin, and a white shirt that accentuated a perfectly chiseled chest. Part of
his face and one emerald-green eye were hidden beneath long, silky bangs.

�You asked to see me, Master?�

�Yes, come in, Trowa.� Treize
waited for the young man to step into his study before he continued. �Mr.
Ventuno called me earlier today. He said he has someone I might be interested in
and wants me to take a look at him. However, I made already prior engagements
for tonight, so you and Quatre will go instead.�

Trowa nodded in silent
acknowledgement.

�You know the routine, and you
know what I�m looking for. Check the papers; make sure everything is in order.
I don�t want any surprises later on.�

�Understood, Sir,� Trowa gave
another nod. It seemed ironic, really. Treize had been doing business with
Roberto Ventuno ever since he first opened the �Black Rose�, nearly five years
ago; yet he didn�t seem to trust the �loan shark� further than he could see
him, and vice versa. Or maybe it was that healthy portion of suspicion between
them that made them such good business partners. �Anything else, Sir?�

�Yes, have my bath ready at six,
and tell the chauffeur to pick me up at seven
o�clock sharp.� With that the tawny-haired man turned his attention
back to his novel, indicating that the conversation was over and Trowa was
dismissed.

The young man waited a few more
moments before he turned and left; closing the door quietly behind himself on
the way out. In the hall Trowa checked his watch; it was only a quarter to five. He didn�t have to prepare the
master�s bath for another hour. He headed downstairs to the garage to relay
Treize�s orders to the limo driver, and request a second car to be ready to
take him and Quatre to Ventuno�s club once the master had left.

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The suite that he and his lover
were sharing was empty when Quatre came home. He was early, because one of his
clients had canceled for the evening.

Perhaps he is still recovering
from our last meeting. I guess I was a little rough on him, the
blond thought with a slight smirk, as he kicked off his boots and begun to
remove his �work attire�. His leather collar landed on the floor, followed by
the chest harness and a pair of ultra short, ultra tight black leather shorts.
Naked, like the day he was born, he walked into the adjacent bathroom to draw
himself a bath. There was just nothing that could compare to a long, relaxing
soak in hot water, especially after a strenuous session with a client.

He knew he didn�t have to take
clients. That was something he chose to do, because he enjoyed it. Sometimes
however he couldn�t help but wonder how Trowa felt about it. Not too many men
would like the idea of their lover working as a dom in an S&M club. Of
course, Trowa had no reason whatsoever to worry, for for Quatre it was nothing
but a job, a job that he liked very much, but nevertheless only a job. There
was never anything romantic between him and any of his clients, because there
could be no romance without love. And the only person he truly loved was Trowa,
after all that was the reason why he was here, wasn�t it?

::: Begin Flashback :::

Quatre gazed around the club,
his eyes searching for the person he had come here to meet. The same person he
had come here for, for the past three months. Ever since the day some friends
had convinced him to join them for his first visit to the �Black Rose�. He
hadn�t really been sure what to expect, but not wanting to be a spoilsport he
went along and paid for a one hour, one on one session with one of the club�s
�pets�. That�s how he had met him.

�Mister Winner!?�

The voice startled him. He
turned to face a tall man with ginger-colored hair, wearing an elegant
three-piece suit and white gloves. �Yes?�

�My name is Treize
Khushrenada,� the man introduced himself with a polite nod. �I�m the owner of
the �Black Rose.�

Quatre nodded. �Yes�I know.
It�s a pleasure to meet you.�

�The pleasure is mine,� the
other man replied. �You are looking for Trowa? I�m afraid he is with another
client tonight.�

Quatre couldn�t help the slight
jolt of jealousy he felt at those words. What am I thinking? he berated
himself. He works here, of course he sees other clients besides me.

Perhaps Treize had noticed his
reaction, because he said: �I�m sure if Trowa would have known that you were
coming tonight he would have changed his schedule. But it�s too late now, I�m
afraid. Would you like to see who else is available tonight?�

�No thanks,� Quatre shook his
head. �I think I�ll pass.�

�How about a glass of wine
then?� the other man asked. �I would like to talk to you, if you don�t mind.�

�Well�yes, I suppose,� the
blond replied, slightly bewildered. He followed Treize to a table near the
stage. A waiter brought them a bottle of Merlot and two glasses.

�Please forgive my directness,�
Treize spoke as he poured the wine. �But I have been watching you for a while
now.�

Quatre gave them man a
surprised look.

�All of our rooms are monitored
around the clock,� he explained. �It�s for the client�s safety as much as for
my own.�

�Yes, I guess that makes
sense.� Quatre admitted, still the thought was somewhat disconcerting.

�I was wondering if you would
like to work for me, here at the club.�

�Work for you?� Now he was
seriously confused. �Doing what?�

The older man smiled softly.
�The same that you are doing every night you come here. Only instead of paying
me, I would be paying you. You have a lot of potential. With some training you
could easily become one of my top doms. Many people like to dominate, but only
few have what it really takes. And on the other hand, you would be surprised
how many people are willing to pay a lot of money to be chained up, whipped and
otherwise humiliated by somebody like you. Trust me; I have been in this
business for long enough to know what I�m talking about.�

�I don�t know�I just��

�I don�t expect you to answer
right away. Think about it and let me know when you have made your decision.
And of course�� His smile grew into a smirk. �You do realize that you would be
able to see Trowa every day if you work here. The two of you make quite an
interesting pair. Who knows, perhaps you can even �perform� together.� He added
with a nod toward the stage.

Quatre blushed slightly,
partially about that suggestion and partially because he realized that the idea
actually sounded appealing. �I�ll think about it.�

::: End Flashback :::

Quatre turned off the faucet. He
had barely settled into the tub when he heard the door to the bedroom being
opened. Moments later Trowa stepped into the bathroom.

�You are home early,� he remarked
as he walked over to the tub. He knelt down next to the large porcelain basin
and dipped his head to greet his lover with a brief but affectionate kiss.

�Want to come in?� Quatre moved a
little, indicating that there was more than enough room for both of them in the
tub. �You can even wash my back if you�d like to.�

�Just your back?� Trowa asked as
he begun to unbutton his shirt.

�Well, let�s start with the back.�
His lover smirked impishly. �And if you do a good job you might earn the
privilege of washing some more important parts too.�

�Oh really?� Trowa gave a low
chuckle. His shirt landed next to him on the floor. �I thought I�d earned that
privilege already a long time ago.�

He leaned down to capture Quatre�s
mouth in another kiss. This blond�s lips parted invitingly and he slipped his
tongue between them.

Quatre moaned softly as his own
tongue moved in to spar with the intruder. Both men panted breathlessly as they
finally broke their kiss. Quatre�s eyes fell upon one of his lover�s nipple
rings. He smiled as he took the small loop between his teeth, tugging at it
gently. �So, are you going to come in or not?�

Trowa gave a sound, somewhat between
a purr and a low growl. �You�d better not start anything you�re not willing to
finish.�

�Have I ever given you any reason
to complain?� Quatre gave the nipple ring another tug. He still remembered the
day when Trowa got those piercings.

::: Begin Flashback :::

Quatre winced in sympathy as he
watched Treize push the thick needle through Trowa�s right nipple.

The young man was totally
immobilized; his wrists and ankles tied to a bondage rack with thick leather
restrains. Another strap across his bare abdomen kept him from moving at the
wrong moment. His moans were muffled by a gag. The soft rubber piece not only
gave him something to bite down on, it also prevented him from accidentally
biting his own tongue.

Moments later he master closed
the little, silver nipple ring, and reached for a piece of gauze to dab away a
small trickle of blood. �There, all done,� he announced as he studied his work
critically. �You should do the other one, Quatre.�

�But�� the blond objected. �I
have never done this before.�

�I know, but you�ll have to
learn eventually. This is as good as any time.� Treize told him. �Besides,
Trowa trusts you. That will make it easier for both of you.� He handed Quatre a
piece of alcohol soaked gauze. �There you go.�

Quatre swallowed, but didn�t
argue. If he had learned anything since he had started working at the �Black
Rose� it was that arguing with the master was never a good idea. He gazed up at
Trowa and their eyes met. It surprised him how calm the young man seemed. There
was not the slightest sign of fear in those emerald green eyes. Treize was
right, Trowa trusted him, unconditionally.

The brunet couldn�t speak, but
his encouraging nod was all Quatre needed. He smiled at him. �Thanks.�

As he wiped the alcohol swap
over Trowa�s nipple he could feel the rosy little bud perk up almost instantly.
Next to him, Treize removed a new needle from its sterile wrapper. Quatre
discarded the gauze and picked up the needle. He swallowed nervously, mouth
suddenly gone dry. His arms all of a sudden felt heavy, as though they were
made of lead, and he couldn�t keep his hands from shaking. This wasn�t good.

Suddenly Treize was right
behind him. The master�s larger hand closed around his, steadying it. �Let�s do
it together, shall we?� the softness in his voice was matched by the gentle
expression in his eyes.

With the older man�s assistance
Quatre positioned the tip of the needle at the center of the nipple.

�Once you start, you will have
to keep pushing, steadily. If you stop, you�ll just prolong the pain unnecessarily.�

The blond nodded. �Right.�

�Now take a deep breath, both
of you.�

Quatre did, and then he pushed
the needle into the ros�-colored flesh. He could feel Trowa flinch as he broke
the skin, but with the master�s word�s in mind he didn�t stop. When he was half
way through Treize removed his hand and let him finish the piercing by himself.

�See, that wasn�t so hard, was
it? Perhaps we should do something more difficult, next time.� Treize remarked
as Quatre closed the nipple ring, earning himself a deadly glare from Trowa.

The tawny-haired man laughed,
apparently not the least bit impressed by the silent threat. �Quatre,� he
ordered as he pulled on his white gloves again. �Take care of him and bathe
him. No clients for the next few days, and make sure to keep those wounds clean
till they are properly healed.�

�Yes, Sir.� Quatre nodded.

As Treize left the room Quatre
started to untie Trowa, removing first the strap around his torso and then the
gag. �I�m sorry, did it hurt?�

The brunet took a few deep
breaths before shaking his head. �It wasn�t that bad, and the rush made more
than up for the pain. Besides, I told you already, I don�t mind, as long as you
are with me.�

�Thanks!� Quatre wrapped his
arms around Trowa�s neck and captured his lover�s mouth in a deep and
passionate kiss. As he held the other man closely he could feel Trowa�s arousal
press against his abdomen. Those tight leather pants had to be highly
uncomfortable by now. Without breaking the kiss he lowered one of his hands,
slipped it between their bodies and unfastened the claps that held together the
crotch area of the pants. The leather was so soft and thin that he could feel
the shaft pulsate as he fondled the firm flesh through the material

Trowa closed his eyes and
moaned against his lips. Quatre pulled down the zipper, releasing the throbbing
shaft from its confinement. They finally broke their kiss and the blond pulled
away, an impish smile on his lips.

�The master said I should take
care of you, so I better do as I was told,� he remarked as he lowered himself
to his knees.

Trowa gasped as his lover
kissed the tip of his weeping erection. �Quatre!� he breathed.

Quatre gazed up, smiling as he
wet his lips. He licked away a few drops of pre-cum, savoring the uniquely
bitter taste, before taking the large shaft into his mouth.

Trowa clenched his fists and
threw his head back. He was already so aroused that it didn�t take much to push
him over the edge. His lover�s name broke from his lips as he came. His knees
buckled, and he would probably have collapsed if it hadn�t been for his
restrains. �Quatre,� he whispered breathlessly. �I love you.�

Quatre pressed a kiss against
his firm abdomen before he rose. �I love you too, Trowa. I always will.�

::: End Flashback:::

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T.B.C.

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