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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 4

After tossing and turning for most
of the night, Zechs eventually fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. He woke up to
the sound of the door to his �room� being unlocked. He blinked, rubbed his eyes
and pushed himself up on one elbow.

The brunet young man, Trowa was
his name if he remembered correctly, walked in with a pile of garments in his
hands.

�Your clothes,� he announced as he
put them down at the foot of the bed. �I had them cleaned over night. You can
wear them for now, till the master gets you something more suitable. Get
dressed. I�ll be back with your breakfast in a few minutes.�

�Breakfast?� the blond echoed. �I
could swear it is probably closer to lunch time.�

�Call it brunch if you must. You
won�t find a morning person around here.� Trowa shrugged as he turned. He left,
not without locking the door behind himself.

I guess it makes sense,
considering the line of work they are in. Zechs yawned and stretched before
climbing out of bed. He eyed the pile of clothes. They really were his. It was
the outfit he had been wearing when Ventuno�s men had caught up with him.

The young man pulled on his
boxers. He snorted as he grabbed the pants and shirt, and shuffled into
the bathroom. Something more suitable� What�s that supposed to mean? I
happen to be a jeans and T-shirt guy.

Zechs was still brushing his teeth
when he heard the door being opened again. There was the sound of footsteps and
then a soft clinkering, indicating that somebody was putting dishes and
silverware down on the table.

�Coffee or tea?� Trowa�s voice
reached him through the open bathroom door.

He stuck his head into the bedroom
�Um�Coffee please.�

The other man nodded in
acknowledgement. He poured the drink then turned to leave once again.

�Wait,� Zechs stopped him just
when he reached for the doorknob.

Trowa lowered his hand and turned.
�What?�

�I want to talk to the duke. Can
you tell him that when you see him.�

�I can tell him.� The young man
confirmed. �But I can�t guarantee that the master wants to talk to you. Anything
else?�

�Yes, how long is he planning on
keeping me locked up down here?�

�That I don�t know. It
depends on how you conduct yourself and how much the master trusts you.�

�So, and what exactly are you; his
secretary� personal servant�?�

�Enough now with the �100
questions�. Eat your breakfast. It won�t be any good when it is cold.�

Zechs snorted quietly as retreated
back into the bathroom. Too many questions are not appreciated, it appears.
He could hear Trowa leave and the door being locked again as he slipped on his
T-shirt.

Moments later he settled down at
the small table. He hadn�t eaten for nearly twenty-four hours and his stomach
was growling at the prospect of nourishment. Zechs was in for a pleasant
surprise when he lifted the silver dome that covered the serving tray. The food
looked a whole lot better than he had expected. There was a bowl with fruit and
freshly baked butter crescents as well as delicate little crepes stuffed with
both sweet and savory fillings.

If this is how the
�servants� are eating, I wonder what the �master� has for breakfast.

###

By the time Trowa came back
upstairs Treize and Quatre had already settled down in the dining room for
breakfast.

�Good morning, Master.� He took
his seat next ho his lover and across from the duke who was sitting at the head
of the long table.

Treize answered the greeting with
a curt nod. He took a sip from his coffee before he looked up and in Trowa�s
direction. �How is he doing?�

�He seems alright. The drugs
appear to have worn off. He asked to talk to you.�

�Oh, did he? I�ll see if I can
make some time for him, later tonight. � Quatre�� Treize cut slowly and
meticulously the top off one of his boiled eggs as he continued. �I think I
might need your help on this one.�

�My help in what way?� The young
man looked curiously at the duke.

�I�d like you to spend some time
with him, get to know him, become friendly��

�Become friendly�?�

�I can�t be both his master and
his friend.�

Quatre didn�t necessarily agree
with that point of view, but he nodded nevertheless. �I understand, Sir. I�ll
do my best.�

He really didn�t mind, considering
that he already has taking a liking in the master�s new pet. Spending time with
him wouldn�t be much of a chore.

Treize picked up his spoon and
started to eat his egg. After a few spoonfuls he frowned. �Trowa, do we have a
new cook?�

�Not as far as I know, Sir.�

�Then why are my eggs hard
boiled?�

�I�m not sure, Sir.�

�Please remind the cook that I�d
like my egg boiled for two and a half minutes, so that the yolks are still
semi-soft. If he can�t do that, find somebody who can.�

�I�ll let him know, Sir.� Trowa
nodded in acknowledgement. Somebody didn�t sleep well, or got up on the
wrong side of the bed this morning, it seems.

�Thank you.� The duke put his
spoon aside and dabbed his mouth with his napkin. He picked up his coffee cup
and leaned back in his chair. �Oh, before I forget� I had to make a few changes
on today�s client schedule. We received more reservations this morning. Tell
Marcus that his favorite customer is back from his business trip, and booked
him for the whole night. I think he will be very pleased to hear that.�

�I�ll let him know.�

�And you will be taking two
clients this evening.�

Quatre�s head snapped up. �But
Sir! Trowa wasn�t supposed to serve clients anymore. We made a deal.�

�Did we?� The Duke tapped his
chin, brows knitted in concentration, as he pretended to think. �Oh, that�s
right. How could I forget?� He flashed Towa a brilliant smile. �I apologize; it
was an honest mistake, just bare with it.�

Quatre opened his mouth, ready to
protest, when his lover kicked him under the table and shook his head almost
unnoticeable. Don�t!

I should have expected
something like this. The master seldom gets angry, but he always gets even.
Trowa�s smile was as false as the duke�s as he replied. �That�s alright,
Master. Everybody is entitled to make a mistake every once in a while.�

What the heck was that about?
Quatre made himself a mental note to ask his lover later, in private.

#####

Zechs spent most of the day reading
one of the books Quatre had brought him when he came to retrieve the breakfast
dishes.

He didn�t have a watch and there
was no clock in the room, so he didn�t know what time it was. He could only
guess that it was about late afternoon when Trowa visited him again.

�Master Treize is ready to see you
now,� the young man told him.

Zechs marked his page by bending
its corner, closed the book and put it down on the nightstand. �Do I have to
wear handcuffs again?�

�Would you like to?�

What the heck? Zechs
swallowed. He could have sworn he just saw a ghost of a smirk on the brunet�s
face.

�I think I can do without them.�

�Let�s go then; the master doesn�t
have all day.�

###

Treize was sitting in a high-backed armchair near the
fireplace when Trowa led Zechs into the drawing room.

�You wanted to see me?� the duke asked as he gestured for the
blond to take the seat in the chair across from him.

�Yes, Sir.�

�Would you like something to drink?�

Zechs shook his head. �No, thank you. I don�t drink.�

�I think I�ll have a cognac, Trowa. And pour one for him as
well.�

�Like I said, I don�t drink.�

The duke smiled smoothly. �One glass can hardly be considered
drinking. Besides, it might actually help you to loosen up. You can relax,
Zechs.� he told him. �I know I have a reputation of being rather strict, but
once you come to know me I�m sure you will realize that I�m neither a cruel nor
an unfair person. Of course, as I told you before I expect my orders to be
followed without question or argument. But I don�t think that sounds like an
unreasonable demand, does it?�

�No, Sir.�

Trowa had already walked to the liquor cabinet to pour the
drinks.

Treize leaned back in his chair, draped one long leg over the
other and folded his hands in front of his stomach. �So�,� he asked, �tell me.
What is it you wanted to talk to me about?�

�I have been doing some thinking.�

�Yes?�

�About what you said last night and what Quatre told me. I�m
stuck here until me dept is fully repaid, right?�

�Correct.�

�So, I guess it would be in both our best interest if I can
start earning money as soon as possible. Me sitting locked up in the basement will
do neither of us any good.�

For a long moment the duke didn�t say anything. He just
studied the other man thoroughly. Crystal blue eyes seemed to pierce right
through him.

Zechs didn�t even blink.

�Fine,� Treize finally said.

And that was it; just one word. But there was something about
the way he delivered it that sent a cold chill down the blond�s spine.

Trowa brought the drinks over, handing one of the cognac
snifters to the duke and putting the other one down on the table in front of
Zechs before he silently and discretely retreated.

The duke took a sip from his glass, letting the liquid roll on
his tongue for a moment before swallowing. �Perhaps I should start by
instructing you about the rules around here,� he suggested. �Rule number 1, I
insist on my pets displaying the proper respect, not only toward me but also
toward any of my acquaintances or visitors. Your conduct will reflect upon me
as your master and therefore I expect you to act in a way that will not cause
any embarrassment for me. Understood?�

�Yes, Sir.�

�Master,� the duke corrected, and at the young man�s slightly
confused look he added. �Rule number 2, the proper way to address me as is
Master.�

Zechs� jaws clenched for just a moment - not unnoticed to
Treize though � before he answered.

�I�m sorry. I�ll try to remember that.�

�You might not like it, Zechs, but the faster you are able to
accept the fact that you are my pet now the easier it will be for you to
adjust. However, if you should choose to be stubborn, you are making things a
whole lot more difficult for yourself than they have to be.� Although the
duke�s voice never changed, somehow the temperature in room seemed to have
dropped by a few degrees.

Zechs swallowed convulsively.

�I�m not trying to be stubborn, Master. But this is all very
new to me. You will have to allow me some time to adjust.�

Treize�s expression
softened. �I�ll give you plenty of time to adapt to this new situation as long
as I can see that you are trying. Don�t worry I don�t expect you to be perfect
from the start. And I�ll even give you a few days to acclimate yourself before
we start with the training.�

Zechs� eyes widened. The
duke couldn�t help but chuckle at the expression on his pet�s face �You wanted
to earn money as soon as possible; isn�t that what you said? What kind of a
�job� did you think you would do?� he asked.

�I�I just�I�m afraid I
didn�t think at all.�

Treize set down his snifter,
then he leaned forward. With the tip of his fingers he gently raised the
younger man�s chin until their eyes met. �You need to relax, Zechs. You are
only going to give yourself a headache. Just wait and see what is going to
happen. You might actually enjoy it.�

The look on Zechs� face left
no doubt that he clearly didn�t agree with that, but knew better than to object.

Suddenly the duke let go of the blond�s chin, instead the hand
cupped the back of his head, burying itself into soft hair, pulling the young
man closer. He pressed his lips against Zechs�, who was too startled to resist,
in a long gentle kiss before pulling away slowly.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Zechs, eyes still wide in a mixture of shock and amazement,
swallowed and slowly shook his head.

Treize smiled softly. �See,� he spoke. �You might be
surprised. If you are unwilling to try things just because they are new and
different you might be missing out on some wonderful experiences without ever
realizing it.�

###

�Do you trust him?� Towa asked. He had taken Zechs back to his
room and had returned to the drawing room at the duke�s request.

Treize almost snorted. �Of course not, but I�m willing to give
him the benefit for the doubt. But I have to admit, it would be disappointing
if he didn�t put up at least a bit of a fight. He seemed to have a lot of
spirit. Well, anyway� I called Heero. When he gets here bring him to me right
away.�

�Yes, Sir.� Trowa nodded. �You are going to have him check on
Zechs?� It was a statement more than a question.

�Yes,� the duke confirmed, �I want to know who he really is
and what he spent all that money on. Since he isn�t willing to tell me
himself��

The young man gave another nod. �Anything else, Sir?�

�Yes, do you know if Quatre has any plans for tomorrow?�

�I do. He was going to see Duo to get a haircut, and spent
some time at the spa. I was going to meet him there for lunch.�

�Excellent! He can take Zechs with him.�

�Master?! Are you sure that�s a good idea; I mean, giving him
this kind of freedom already?� Trowa asked surprised.

�Don�t worry. I�m planning on sending Heero along. Zechs needs
some grooming before I can show him off. His hands look like he had never
before had a manicure, and I defiantly want Duo do something about his hair. It
needs more body and shine. Besides, this might be a good opportunity to find
out how much I really can trust him.�

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T.B.C.

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