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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 2

�Wait here,� Trowa told the
limo-driver as he and Quatre climbed of the black luxury car in front of
Ventuno�s club. �This shouldn�t take too long.�

From the outside the place looked
like an average private club, and many of the guests probably had no idea about
the deals that were being made, literally and figuratively, underground.

Trowa handed the doorman a small
business-card, imprinted with a black rose and Treize�s name. �Mister Ventuno
is expecting us.�

The man nodded and bowed slightly.
�This way please!� He led them into the lounge and asked them to wait. A few
minutes later Roberto Ventuno, a tall man of imposing statue, with jet black
hair and an olive complexion, approached. They had met before, so there was no
need for formal introductions.

�Master Treize sends his regrets,�
Trowa told their host. �But he is otherwise engaged and could not make it.�

�Ah, I see,� the Italian replied
with a slight shrug. �Oh well. It�s not him as much as his checkbook I�m
interested in.�

Both Quatre and Trowa smiled
politely at the remark.

�Can I get you something to
drink?�

�Actually, if you don�t mind, Sir,�
Trowa declined. �We�d rather go on with business and then be on our way.�

�Very well,� Ventuno nodded
understandingly. �Let�s go then.�

The two young men followed him
into an elevator that took them below ground, where they entered a room that
was slightly smaller, but similar equipped as the surveillance room in the
�Black Rose�.

�Leave us!� Ventuno told the two
men who were watching the monitors, with a dismissive gesture. Then he motioned
for his guests to step closer. �There he is!�

The screen Ventuno was pointing at
showed a small, scarcely furnished room. A young man, Trowa thought him to be
in his mid twenties, was sleeping on a narrow bed. He was tall, slender and
completely naked except for a pair of shackles around his wrists and ankles. Long,
platinum-blond hair pooled around his head like a large silvery puddle.

Quatre frowned slightly. �What�s
up with the steel cuffs?� he wanted to know.

�We had no choice; he kept tearing
off the leather ones, faster than we could replace them. He is not exactly the
most cooperative person. That�s why we chose to sedate him.�

Trowa nodded. �I see. Can I take a
look at the papers?�

�Of course.� Ventuno handed him a
thin folder.

While the young man checked the
contract and everything that came along with it, Quatre stepped closer to the
monitor, studying the sleeping figure on the bed.

�What�s his name?�

�Merquise, Zechs Merquise,� Trowa
replied after a quick glance at the papers. �But I doubt that that�s his real
name.�

Quatre nodded in agreement. It was
unlikely for somebody to use his true identity when dealing with people like
Ventuno.

�Mister Ventuno, Sir?!�

�What is it?� the dark-haired man
turned to face the servant standing by the door, his voice laced with
annoyance. �Can�t you see I�m conducting business here?�

�I apologize, Sir, but Mister
Tubarov has arrived. He is asking to see you.�

�Bring him something to drink and
tell him I�ll be with him in a few moments.� The Italian turned back toward his
guests. �Another potential buyer,� he explained. �I have gotten quite a few
offers for this one.�

�I can see why.� Quatre replied.

�I�m afraid Mister Tubarov came
all this way for nothing. We will be taking him.� Trowa decided as he closed
the folder. Even if he could never be trained to serve clients, with his face
and his body, just putting Zechs on stage would be enough to fill the house.
Trowa was sure that the master would see it the same way.

###

�He is gorgeous,� Quatre remarked,
as they were sitting in the back of the limousine, on the way back to Treize�s
manor.

Beside him, Zechs, draped in a
warm blanket, was still sound asleep. Quatre had positioned the young man so
that the blond�s head was resting in his lap. �But I wonder if he realized what
he would get himself into when he signed the contract,� he added as he fingers
played with a few silky strands of long silvery hair. �If not, training him
might become somewhat difficult.�

�I�m counting on it.�

Quatre gave his lover a
questioning look.

�I don�t know if you have noticed
but the master has changed lately. He seems to have lost interest in the �Black
Rose�. I even overheard him talking about selling it.�

�What?� Quatre gasped in
disbelieve. �He built that club basically from scratch, he can�t just sell it.
I thought he loved that place.�

�I think what he loved most about
it is the challenge that came with creating it. But now everything has become
more or less a routine. That�s why I�m hoping that training a new pet will be
just what he needs right now.�

�I wouldn�t mind help him train
this one.� Quatre brushed his thumb over the young man�s cheek. �But I can�t
see that happen. I don�t think the master likes to share his toys.�

�Yeah, that�s something the two of
you have in common, isn�t it?� Trowa smirked.

###

When they came home Trowa had
noticed that the lights were burning in the master�s study. After helping his
lover to bring Zechs into the house he walked upstairs and knocked at the heavy
oak door. �Master, may I come in?�

�Yes, Please.�

Treize was sitting at his desk
when the young man entered the room.

�You are back already? How did it
go?�

�Everything went well,� Trowa
replied.

�And?�

�We bought him. I think you will
be pleased. Mr. Ventuno was not exaggerating when he described him as stunning.
The clients will go crazy over him. But somehow I have the feeling once you see
him, you might not want him to serve guest.�

�Really?!� One of Treize�s eyebrows
rose, his curiosity woken. �Tell me more about him.�

�According to the papers he is
twenty-four. He is calling himself Zechs Merquise but that�s probably not his
real name. Mr. Ventuno said he was somewhat difficult to deal with and they had
to sedate him��

�How much did you pay for him?�

Trowa winced inwardly. He knew
that question had to come, eventually. �Well�His debt was somewhat higher than
normal, so I�m afraid I had to go over your limit.�

�How much?�

�Fifty-three thousand.�

�Hm� That�s not too bad, that�s
only three thousand more than I told you to spend.�

�No, Sir,� the brunet shook his
head. �I mean I spend an extra fifty-three thousand.�

For a moment Treize seemed
speechless, or perhaps he was just waiting for Towa to tell him that he was
only joking. Then he exploded, just as expected.

�You paid more than one-hundred
grand for a pet? Have you lost your mind? Do you have any idea how long it
would take for me to recoup this kind of money? Why the hell did you think I
told you not to spend more than fifty thousand?...�

Trowa waited patiently for the
master to blow off some steam before he objected. �Please Master, don�t judge
too quickly.� Once you see him, I�m sure you will realize that he is worth
every penny and then some.�

�Why didn�t you call me?� Treize
wanted to know.

�There was no time, Sir. Mr.
Ventuno had already other buyers lined up, and unless you wanted to loose him
to the likes of Tubarov, I had to make a decision on the spot.�

�Alright,� The older man grumbled
as he rose from behind his desk. �But you�d better be right about him being
worth his money.�

As the master walked toward the
door Trowa stepped into his way. �Where are you going, Sir?�

�Downstairs of course, I want to
check him out for myself.�

�Not yet, Master.�

Treize�s right eyebrow shot up;
his voice was heavy with sarcasm. �You mean I just spent a fortune for a pet I
am not even allowed to see?�

�Patience, Master, patience,� the
brunet told him calmly. �Quatre is still getting him ready for you.�

�Fine! Can I at least see the
papers?�

�Of course, Sir.� Trowa handed him
the folder.

Treize flipped through it quickly
the looked up. �There are no pictures.�

�Really?! I apologize, I must have
forgotten them.�

Treize�s eyes narrowed slightly.
�You really are trying to irritate me tonight, aren�t you?�

�Of course not, Master,� Trowa�s
face was mask of perfect innocence. �That would never cross my mind. It�s only
an honest mistake I made. Just bare with it, Sir, and wait until Quatre brings
him upstairs.�

###

Quatre set down a large bowl with
warm water onto the nightstand. He studied the sleeping figure quietly for a
few moments before he settled down on the edge of the bed.

The room had no windows, because it
was located in the basement of Treize�s manor. It was spartanly furnished, and
the adjacent bathroom was small. But Zechs wouldn�t stay here for very long;
just until the master was sure he could trust him. Then he would move into a
more comfortable room in the �Black Rose� � or more likely into a suite on the
top floor of this mansion, similar to the one Quatre and Trowa were sharing.

The young man winced
sympathetically as he removed the shackles from the blond�s wrists and ankles.
The skin beneath was rubbed raw. He carefully cleaned the abrasions, treated
them with an analgesic ointment and dressed them in soft bandages. When he was
finished Quatre considered for a moment putting the cuffs back on, but then he
decided instead to go with a softer, felt-lined, leather set. Those wouldn�t
hurt Zechs, as long as he was willing to behave.

Quatre attached the young man�s
wrists to rings in the headboard with a short chain, then started to clean his
entire body with warn soapy water, before applying a lotion that left his skin
smooth and silky. The way in which Zechs� body reacted to his touches made him
wonder if Ventuno�s men had given the blond more than just a simple sedative.

Quatre could do little about the
hair while Zechs was still asleep and lying down, so he left it for now, and
rose to retrieve something to wear for the new pet. By the time he returned the
young man on the bed was stirring. He appeared to be waking up. As Quatre
fastened a leather collar around Zechs� neck the blond moaned quietly. Eyelids
fluttered, then opened slowly.

###

Zechs senses started to return one
by one. He realized that he was lying on a soft surface, then he could feel a
pair of warm hands on his body. Still disoriented he opened his eyes. When he
tried to bring his arms down he realized that he couldn�t and he instantly
panicked, pulling in the restrains that held him in place as hard as he could.

�Stop that! If you rip those cuffs
I�ll have to put the metal ones back on, and I don�t think either of us wants
that,� a voice, firm but kind ordered.

Strangely enough that voice calmed
Zechs down. He turned his head, focusing on a young man with golden blond hair
standing next to the bed he was lying on. �Who are you?� His voice was hoarse;
his throat dry and somewhat sore.

�My name is Quatre.� The blond
smiled at him. �Let me get you something to drink, you must be thirsty.�

He disappeared through a door to
Zechs� left, and the young man could hear water running. Moments later the blond
was back with a glass in his hand.

Since he couldn�t sit up, Quatre
supported his head while Zechs drank.

�Slowly,� the young man warned.
�Or you might get sick.� He waited patiently until Zechs has quenched his
thirst and pulled away.

�Thanks.�

�You are welcome.� Quatre set the
half-empty glass down on the nightstand.

Zechs let his gaze wander, fist
around the room then down his own body. He was wearing only a pair of black,
very tight leather pants that were cross-laced down the side of his legs and in
the crotch area.

�Where am I?� he wanted to know.
�What is this place?�

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�This,� Quatre replied with
another smile, �is your new home. � You remember the contract you made with a
man named Ventuno? You borrowed a large sum of money from him��

Zechs� eyes darkened instantly.
Apparently he did remember.

Quatre paused for a moment, but
when the older man did not say anything he continued. �Since you were unable to
repay your debt you were sold��

�Sold?� Zechs echoed.

�Well, just in lack of a better
word,� Quatre explained. �Basically Treize Khushrenada paid off your debt to
Ventuno, plus a small extra fee as you can imagine, and now he owns you until
you have worked off the money he spent. You understand?�

Zechs nodded. �When you say
�working� off the money I owe. What kind of work are we talking about?� he
asked warily.

�Master Treize owns a club called
the �Black Rose�; an S&M club. I assume you know what that is.�

Zechs eyes widened, but that was
all the reaction he showed.

Quatre was somewhat surprised to
say the least. For all of Ventuno�s warnings and precautions, the young man
seemed rather docile. But then, he reminded himself, Zechs has only just woken
up, and his compliant behavior was probably just a result of the drugs that
were still in his system.

�Alright, let�s get you ready. The
master is waiting to see you, and he is not exactly the most patient of men.
How do you feel? Do you think you can sit up?�

�I think so,� Zechs nodded.

Quatre unhooked the chains from
the wrist cuffs and helped the young man sit up. When he put a leather harness
around Zech�s chest the blond grimaced.

�Ouch, too tight.�

�Sorry,� Quatre loosened the
strap. �Is that better?�

�Still uncomfortable,� Zechs
admitted. �Can�t we just take it off?�

�Not an option, sorry. But you
will get used to it and then you won�t even realize it�s there.� It took Quatre
a few minutes to properly fasten all the straps around the torso and the arms,
before finally connecting the harness to Zechs� collar. �Okay, almost done. I
still have to comb your hair and then we are set to go.� As a precaution he
tied the older man�s wrists together on his back and snapped a chain onto the
ring in his collar before he left to get a hairbrush.

��So,� Zechs asked when the blond
returned. �How do you fit into this? Did he buy you too?�

�No,� Quatre shook his head. �I
just work for him.�

�Willingly?� It sounded doubtful.

Quatre laughed. �Yes willingly,
believe it or not. It�s actually not a bad job if you like that kind of stuff. Quite
a few people who came here under the same circumstances as you stayed even after
they repaid their debt.�

�I can�t,� Zechs whispered
seriously. �I can�t stay here. There is someb�something I have to take care
off.�

Quatre frowned. He kneeled down in
front of Zechs and raised the young man�s chin, forcing him to look straight at
him. �Listen Zechs,� he urged gently but firmly. �Don�t do anything stupid.�

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T.B.C.

Author's Note:

If you haven�t already done so,
take a look at the other 8 sketches (by clicking on the �Graphics� link in the
menu bar above) Graphic #6 gives an idea of what Zechs might have looked like
(in the way he was dressed) once Quatre was done with him.
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