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Sugar and Whips	By : Rogue11 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1652 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sugar and Whips

Part 5

�So, where exactly are we going?� Zechs
asked as he followed Quatre upstairs. He had been surprised to say the least
when the young man, who came to see him shortly after breakfast, announced that
they would be going for a ride.

�Well, think of it as a spa and
beauty salon.�

�A spa?�

�A place where you can get��

�I know what a spa is.� Zechs
huffed. �I haven�t been living under some rock somewhere, you know.�

�I wasn�t implying that.� Quatre
looked back over his shoulder at him. �Why are you so touchy this morning?�

The older man gave another huff. �I
think I should be allowed to be a little touchy, considering that I have been
locked up for more than two days. Even if it is a luxury prison, it�s still a
prison, you know.�

�Well, that�s why I thought you
might like to get out for a while, but if you�d rather stay home�� Quatre held
his step, turned and looked questioningly at his companion.

�I didn�t say that, did I? But that
�spa� you are talking about. What are we going to do there?� Zechs asked, his
voice laced with wariness and caution.

�Relax.�

�Relax?� he echoed, sounding even
more suspicious than before.

�Yes,� Quatre flashed him a bright
smile. �Just wait; you will see.�

In front of the manor, a black town
car was waiting for them. Zechs had been asleep when he arrived here, so this was
the first time he was able to see the outside of the mansion. The tall, blond
let out an impressed whistle. �He does have taste, I have to give him
that much,� he remarked as he let his gaze wander over the impeccably
maintained garden and the perfectly manicured lawns. �But then again, I guess
the right amount of money makes it easy to �express� one�s taste.�

�Are you ready to leave?�

The voice startled Zechs. He hadn�t
realized that they weren�t alone. Beside the large car stood a young man with
chocolate brown, unruly hair and watchful, dark-blue eyes. Zechs could have
sworn he had not been there just a moment ago. Where the heck did he come
from?

�We are ready,� Quatre confirmed.
�Zechs, this is Heero Yuy. He will accompany us.� He introduced. �Heero, this
is Zechs. I don�t think you have met yet.�

�Hi!�

The young man returned the greeting
with a curt nod. As he climbed behind the wheel of the luxury car Zechs� gaze
fell upon the bulge under his left arm.

The blond frowned. Is he
carrying?

Quatre had opened the door to the
backseat and gestured for Zechs to get in.

�What is he?� the older man asked.
�A bodyguard?�

�I supposed that could be part of
his job description. He is chief of security at the Black Rose.�

�Chief of security?! He looks like
he barely finished college.�

Quatre shrugged as he made himself
comfortable on the black leather seat. �Master Treize values skills more than
age I suppose. And Heero is the best in what he is doing; be it taking
care of security issues at the club, personal protection or guarding a person.
And�Heero is extremely loyal toward the duke.�

I see,� Zechs nodded. He didn�t miss
the hidden warning behind Quatre�s words. For a few moments he stared quietly
through the tinted window while Heero steered the car down the driveway. Then
he turned his head. �Quatre!?�

�Yes?�

�Can you tell me more about the Black
Rose? You said it was an S&M club and that the duke owns it, but that�s
pretty much all I know.�

�What do you want me to tell you?�

�Anything.�

�Well, the Black Rose is a
very exclusive private club. You can�t even get in unless you have
recommendations from a current member, and even then Master Treize conducts
thorough background checks.�

�I bet having a big bank account
helps too.�

�I�m sure it does,� the younger man
confirmed. �Membership doesn�t come cheap. The duke is a businessman after all.
And he does offer his clients the best they can get for their money.�

�If you say �offering his clients
the best� you mean he caters to the sadistic whims of perverted old men, don�t
you?�

�Ouch, that hurts, considering that
I used to be a client before I started working at the club. And to tell the
truth I never thought of myself as perverted or sadistic.�

�That�s not�how I meant it.� Damn,
I have got to stop putting my foot in my mouth.

Quatre couldn�t help but chuckle at
the sheepish look on Zechs� face. �That�s okay. You really don�t know much
about these things, do you?�

�I�m afraid I don�t. In fact I never
even realized that S&M is practiced publicly. I thought it is something
that is performed away from prying eyes, in seclusion and privacy.�

�That might be true only to a
certain degree. There are quit a few clubs like the Black Rose, if you
know where to look.�

�I see.�

�Zechs, I would like to ask you
something as well. The other night, you said that you couldn�t stay because you
had something to take care off. You want to tell me about it?�

�I said that?� Zechs asked. �I don�t
remember anything about it. In fact there are a few things I don�t remember.
Maybe it was the drugs.�

�Yeah, maybe.� Quatre replied, but
somehow he didn�t sound fully convinced. �Look to your right.�

�Huh?� the blond turned his head in
the direction the younger man indicated, just as the limousine passed a large
Victorian style mansion behind a tall, wrought-iron fence.

�The Black Rose.� the younger man
explained.

This was another surprise for Zechs.
�I didn�t realize it was this big. Somehow I imaged something more modern...
more�I don�t know.�

�The two upper floors are living
quarters. Many of the people working here also live here out of convenience.
The ground level is where the actual club is, two bars, gaming rooms, two
stages, places for people to sit and enjoy themselves. And everything else that
goes on happens under ground.�

Part of Zechs wondered what
�everything else� actually meant, but another, bigger part of him wasn�t sure
if he really wanted to know. So he didn�t ask.

A few minutes later the town car
passed through a heavy electronic gate and headed down a long paved driveway
until it came to stop in front of another large and stylish mansion.

###

�Wait here for a moment, and don�t
go anywhere. I�ll be right back.�

�Alright.� Zechs nodded. As Quatre
walked away the young man let his gaze wander. Walking into this building felt
almost like stepping into a different time period; mid 19^th century
he would have guessed from the decorations and furnishing.

He was standing in what seemed like
a large lobby, with a set of curved marble stairs leading to the second floor.
For a moment he wondered if this place might have been a hotel or something
similar in a distant past.

Across the room, two men were
sitting in one of several stylish sitting areas. They were talking and sipping drinks
from elegant crystal glasses, too absorbed in their conversation to even take
notice of him.

�You must be Zechs.�

He spun around startled. What the
hell is it with people sneaking up on you, around here? Behind him stood a
young man, a few years his junior. He was wearing his long, chestnut-brown hair
in a braid, and Zechs couldn�t help but notice that he had the most incredible
violet eyes he had ever seen. The young man was dressed in a pair of black
leather pants and a black sleeveless shirt that was tight enough to show off
his remarkable physique. There was something about him that reminded Zechs of a
powerful black feline.

The young man flashed a wide grin as
he extended his hand toward Zechs. �I�m Duo, Duo Maxwell,� he introduced
himself.

�I�m Zechs Merquise, but I guess you
know that already.�

They shook hands and Duo asked. �You
are alone?�

�No, Quatre is somewhere around
here. He said he would be right back and Heero, at least I think that was his
name, is parking the car.�

�I see.�

Just at that moment Quatre walked
back into the lobby through one of two stained glass double doors. �Ah, there
you are. Duo, I have been looking for you. I see you two have met already.�

�Yep.� The braided young man
confirmed.

�Master Treize wants you to��

�Yeah, I know; he called me. But you
guys are early. I didn�t expect you for another hour or so. You will have to
wait. I�m in the middle of doing someone else right now.�

�Duo!� Quatre explained in feigned
shock. �Does Heero know about that?�

�Oh, shut up, and get your head out
of the gutter.� Duo rolled his eyes in exasperation. �You know exactly what I
meant, Quatre. I�m talking about doing somebody else�s hair.�

�Well, whatever you say,� his friend
laughed. �But we have some other things to take care of anyway. Call us when
you are ready for us. Zechs,� he turned toward the older man. �Let�s go
upstairs, shall we?�

###

Once upstairs, Quatre and Zechs were
greeted by a slender young man with obviously dyed platinum blond hair and
fingernails that matched the green color of his eyes. He introduced himself as
Paolo and told them that he would be taking care off them today. When Quatre
informed him that they wanted to start with a tanning session Paolo led them
into a changing room and handed them two white, soft cotton robes.

�Let me check if the tanning booth
is free right now. I�ll be back in a moment.�

As he left them Quatre told Zechs to
take off his clothes and put on the robe.

Zechs hesitated. �Take off
everything?�

�Yes,� the younger man confirmed.
�There is nothing to be ashamed about. It�s just you and me in here. Besides,�
he smirked slightly. �It�s nothing I haven�t seen already.�

That�s right. He was the one who
dressed me when I was drugged out.

�Have you ever gotten a spray tan?�

�No,� Zechs shook his head. �But
I�ve heard of it. It�s like being airbrushed with some kind of self tanner,
isn�t it?�

�Basically yes, but spray tan is a
little more sophisticated than a simple self tanner. It works with your own
natural skin pigmentations. It will give you a healthy tan and a flawless skin
tone without any marks and blemishes. Now take off your clothes, will you?�

Zechs sighed inwardly. It wasn�t
like he had much of a choice. The younger man has already removed his shoes and
socks, and was unbuttoning his shirt. Zechs discretely turned his back toward
Quatre as he too begun to undress.

A few minutes later there was a
knock at the door to the changing room. �The tanning booth is free,� Paolo
informed them. �Please, let me know when you are ready.�

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After their tanning session Paolo
took them to another room, and another contraption he had never even heard
about. It looked like an octagon shaped glass enclosure; a giant waterless
aquarium or perhaps a holographic projector like one would see in a sci-fi
movie. There was a door in one of the walls and some kind of computer console
beside it.

�What is that thing?� he asked.

�It�s called �Intellifit�; basically
a body scanner.�

�A body scanner?�

�Yep, think of it as something like
a CAT scan but for the outside of your body,� Quatre explained. �It will build
up huge amounts of data points that the computer will use to calculate the
exact measurement for your body. Long gone are the days of tailors with
measuring tapes and notepads. This is the latest thing, and the
most accurate.�

Zechs didn�t seem very convinced as
he eyed the apparatus. �Don�t you think that�s a little over the top?�

�Not really. Trust me, Zechs,� The
younger man smirked. �If you wear leather on your skin, which you probably will
do a lot from now on, you don�t want it to pinch or chafe at the wrong place.�

�Okay, if you put it that way�.�

�Are we ready?� Paolo, who had
stepped to the computer panel, looked at them questioningly.

�Let me guess. I�ll have to take off
my robe again?� In the tanning booth at least they had been alone, but this
time it seemed that their attendant wasn�t going to leave.

�I�m afraid so,� Quatre confirmed.
�You�d better get used to it, Zechs.�

That�s easier said then done.
Maybe you are used to this, but I have this little thing called modesty and I
can�t just turn it off at will. But I guess there is no way around it. The old
fashion �Tape and notepad� way would probably be a lot more unpleasant. With
another inward sigh Zechs slipped off his robe and stepped into the scanner.

To Paolo�s credit he had to admit
that the young man acted very �professionally�. His worked on the computer; his
eyes never even leaving the screen until the scan was complete and Zechs had
stepped out of the machine and put on his robe again.

�So, what now?� the older man asked,
somewhat wary.

�Now we are coming to the relaxing
part I was talking about.�

They followed Paolo down the hall
into what seemed like a large bathroom. The centerpiece of the room was a large
hot tub which had been set into the marble floor. The air was heavy with the
smell and herbs and flowers. Soft music playing from some hidden sound system
and dozens of flickering candles provided atmosphere of peace and tranquility.
As their attendant left to retrieve some towels Quatre slipped off his robe and
stepped into the tub.

�Ah, wonderful.� With a satisfied
moan he slipped into the water. When he beckoned Zechs to join him, the older
man disrobed as well and followed him. They came to sit across from each other
in the hot tub that was large enough to easily hold four or five grown men.

A few moments later Paolo came back
with a stack of towels. �Is there anything else I can bring you?� he asked as
he put them down on a chair next to the Jacuzzi. �Something to drink perhaps?�

�Yes please; I�ll have a Pineapple
Splash.� Quatre requested.

Paolo nodded in acknowledgement and
turned toward Zechs. �And what can I get you?�

�Um�I think I�m okay, thanks.� I
don�t have a penny to my name right now, and to be honest I�m not even sure
what happed to my wallet.

Quatre seemed to be reading his
mind, because he said. �If you are worried about the money, don�t be. All of
this is paid for by Master Treize, and he told me to thoroughly spoil you
today. So please try to enjoy yourself a little.�

�I guess I�ll have the same as he
has then.�

�Very well, I�ll be right back with
your drinks.�

It really took only a few minutes
before he returned with two champagne flutes on a tray. The rim of each glass
was decorated with a piece of pineapple. Paolo served first Quatre his drink
then handed the second glass to Zech.

�If you need anything else let me
know. I�ll be nearby.�

As he retreated Zechs took a
cautious sip from his drink. It was sweet, but not too sweet. He could taste alcohol,
but it wasn�t overwhelming.

�How is it; too sweet?� Quatre
asked.

�No, it�s quite good. What�s in it?�

�Just pineapple juice and Dom P�rignon. I
like it because it is refreshing, but a glass or two won�t give you a buzz. The
perfect cocktail before lunch.�

�I really like it.� Zechs closed his
eyes and slowly reclined until he was almost completely immersed in the warm
water. His head rested comfortably against one of the cushioned pads as he
breathed in deeply the relaxing smell of lavender and rosemary.

�So, what do you think?�

�This, I think is the part I
could get used to.�

Quatre laughed. �I�m glad to hear
it.�

The older man slowly opened his eyes
and took another sip from his glass. �Quatre, if you don�t mind me asking� How
much money do you make working at the Black Rose?�

�I�m not even sure. My pay goes
directly into my bank account and I have never bothered checking. Truth to be
told, money was never an object for me. You could say that I was born with a
silver spoon in my mouth. I think one of the reasons why I took his offer to
work at the club was that I was trying to separate myself from my father�s
influence.�

�I see.�

�What about you? What have you been
doing till now?�

�I�um�� Zechs stammered evasively,
instantly regretting to have ever brought the subject up.

�It�s alright,� Quatre smiled
softly. �If you don�t want to talk about yourself, you don�t have to. But I
just want you to know�Around here, we trust each other. We have to, or we
couldn�t do what we are doing. We are like a big family, and I hope that
someday you will consider yourself part of that family too.�

�Thanks.� Perhaps�some day�Right
now I don�t think I�m quite ready to trust you.

Zechs lifted his glass and finished
the rest of his drink. He set the glass down on the marble tiles next to the
tub and closed his eyes again.

For a long time nobody spoke. Then
there was a discrete knock at the door before it opened and Paolo stuck his
head into the room. �I�m sorry to disturb you, but Duo called to let you know
that he is ready for you now and waiting.�

�Thanks.� Quatre nodded in
acknowledgement. �Tell that we will be there in a few minutes.�

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T.B.C.

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