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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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Chapter List
- 7
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Thank you, to everybody who
reviewed this fic.

LadyYeinKhan: Hoshi no Yakata is
one of my favorites too. I was hooked on it as soon as I saw Sakurai. The man
reminds me so much of Treize, it�s like a long lost twin brother of him :) Have
you read the newest HnY DJ (Entrance 2)?

ayachan: This story will include all kinds of pairings, although it is mainly
13x6. I have written and am writing other 13x6 fics as well. Some of my older
ones are posted here at this site.� However most of my stories are archived at
my own website. I only recently started posting here again to see if things
changed from a few years ago but unfortunately they haven�t, so I don�t think
I�ll post any of my other stuff.

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Sugar and Whips

Part 7

�So, what exactly are your duties around here?� Zechs
asked as he watched Trowa cut fresh roses for the Duke�s study.

After breakfast with their master � Zechs still had a hard
time getting used to that term � he had been following the young man around,
making himself familiar with what eventually would become his responsibilities.

Trowa shrugged and handed him another long-stemmed, yellow
rose. �I suppose the easiest way to describe it would be: I make sure that the
master has anything and everything he needs, and anticipate those things he
doesn�t even know yet he needs.�

�If you say �everything he needs�, does that include� um��

The younger man, who was crouching down next to the rosebush,
looked up at Zechs. �If you are asking me if I�m sleeping with him� No! He
trained me, he is the master and as such we have engaged in sexual acts, but I
have never slept with him.�

I didn�t realize there was a difference.

�He is very particular about who he shares his bed with. But I
believe there are other things we should be discussing right now.�

Trowa rose to his feet in one smooth motion. He was tall,
almost as tall as Zechs and the blond couldn�t deny that he felt somewhat
intimidated by the other man�s experience.

�Right,� he agreed.

�Let�s start with the master�s daily schedule. Between
breakfast and teatime you won�t have much to do because Master Treize typically
spends the day away from home. Unless he wants you to accompany him for any
reason you will have that time for yourself. He usually returns in time for
tea, which he expects to be served at 4 pm sharp. After that he relaxes until
dinner, and��

�I�m sorry to interrupt you guys.�

The two men turned at the sound of Quatre�s voice. He was
standing at the door to the veranda. �Master Treize is asking for Zechs.�

�Did he say why?�

�Relax, Zechs,� Quatre gave him a reassuring smile. �The
clothes he has ordered for you are ready, so we will be driving into town
together to pick them up.�

#####

You have got to be joking.� Zechs yaw almost dropped as
he let his gaze wander over rack after rack full of clothes. When Quatre had
told them that they would be going to pick up some garments the Duke had
ordered for him, he had imagined something like four or five outfits. He didn�t
expect to find a dressing room the size of a studio apartment full of clothes.
�Do I have to try them all on?�

�I�m afraid so.� Quatre confirmed. �Come on, I�ll help you get
dressed. The faster we start the faster you will get it over with. Don�t make
Master Treize wait, he is not the most patient of people.�

That was right; the duke was sitting in a private room waiting
to see each and every outfit on him. Zechs groaned inwardly as he started to
undress.

�Let�s start with the stuff you will be wearing around the
house, casual wear you could say.� Quatre suggested.

The older man looked at the tan pants and champagne colored
knit top he was holding up and frowned �What�s wrong with wearing jeans and
T-shirts around the house?�

�Not likely to happen. There is always the chance that a
visitor drops by.�

�Fine!� Zechs growled as he reached for the pants and pulled
them on. �Ha, so much for that scanner taking perfect measurements.� he huffed.
�These are too tight around the seat area�

�No they are not.� Quatre told him with a sly smile. �They are
designed to show off what you got.�

Zechs shot the younger man an icy glare. �You really are
enjoying this, aren�t you?�

�Is it that obvious?�

With an irritated snort Zechs reached for the top and pulled
it over his head. The shirt was soft, loosely woven and tight enough to display
his broad chest and flat abdomen. Quatre helped him to adjust the collar before
ushering him toward the door to the adjacent room where the master was waiting.

Treize was sitting in a high backed chair, one leg draped over
the other with his hands interlaced in his lap, when Zechs entered. He raised
one eyebrow in amazement. �Turned around.�

As the young man complied the duke nodded in approval. �I�m
impressed. That is definitely a keeper. I didn�t think you could look any
better than you already did, but I stand corrected. Now let�s see something
else.�

�Yes, Sir.� Zechs shuffled back into the dressing room, where
Quatre was already waiting for him with the next outfit, a white poet shirt worn
over a pair of deep blue, lather pants cut to hug his hips like a second skin.

�Wait,� the young man stopped him as Zech was about to put on
the pants. �You can�t wear those over your boxers.�

�What? What else am I supposed to wear?�

�Well, let me rephrase this. You can�t wear anything under
those pants. Even a g-string would show.�

Zechs eyes widened. �Then I�m not wearing them.� He tossed the
leather pants onto the chair to his left. �Give me something else.�

Quatre picked the pants up again and handed them to the older
man �Zechs!�

�I�m not going to wear those.� he replied stubbornly.

�Yes, you are.� Quatre told him softly but firmly. �Now stop
acting like an obstinate little child.�

�Fine, have it your way!� Zechs swore quietly under his breath
as he snatched the garment from Quatre�s hand.

�Not my way, HIS way,� the younger man pointed out.

#####

The next few days passed quickly and his life became almost a
routine. Just like Trowa had say, the duke left usually after breakfast and
didn�t return till mid afternoon. Zechs spent those hours either with Quatre or
by himself in his room in the basement. Apparently Treize still didn�t trust
him enough to move him into different quarters.

It was shortly after three in the afternoon when Trowa came to
see him.

�Master Treize called,� the young man told him. �He will be
back in about half an hour. He will be skipping tea today but he wants to take
a bath when he comes home. He told me to teach you how to prepare it.�

Zechs snorted as he closed the book he had been reading and
put it aside. �Teach me how to fill water into a bathtub?�

The brunet didn�t even dignify that remark with an answer.
�Let�s go!�

The young man shrugged as he swung his legs over the side of
the bed and rose. He followed Trowa upstairs and into the east wing of the
manor, where he had never before been.

�These are Master Treize�s private quarters,� the young man
pointed out to him as they entered a large, luxuriously furnished bedroom. They
crossed the room and Trowa opened the door to an enormous and no less
extravagant bathroom.

The bathtub, large enough to comfortable fit several people,
and enclosed by black and white marble tiles, was the centerpiece of the room.
The walls were lined with shelves and cabinets made from some kind of dark wood
Zechs couldn�t identify.

Trowa took several towels from one of the cabinets and a
pristine white robe from another. �You want to make sure that there are always
enough towels around, and Master Treize never wears his robe more than
once,� he explained. �If you are running low, the linen closet is across the
hall, the third door to the left.�

Zechs nodded. �Got it.�

�Bring me the rose oil, will you,� the young man told him as
he turned on the gold-plated faucets on the tub. �Second shelf to the right.�

The blond looked around and found a crystal decanter on the
indicated shelf. He picked it up, removed the stopper and lowered his nose to
the bottle. The scent was strong enough to almost make him sneeze. �Wow, this
stuff is potent.�

Trowa chuckled. �It better be, considering the price. Which
reminds me, if you use it be generous but not wasteful. And add it as soon as
you start filling the tub so it has time to fully release its scent.�

Zechs rolled his eyes. �You really know how to make a science
out of something as simple as taking a bath, don�t you?�

The other man shrugged. �Hey, do as you wish, but don�t
complain if he takes the crop to you pretty little butt.�

The blond swallowed. You have got to be kidding me. He
gazed at Towa but the young man�s face didn�t indicate if he was joking or not.
But before he had the chance to say anything else a door was opened in the
adjacent bedroom. Both men turned their heads in unison to see the duke walk
into the bathroom.

�Welcome home, Sir.� Trowa greeted him. �Your bath is ready.�

�Excellent. That�s just what I need right now.� Treize removed
his coat and white gloves, handing them off to the young man. �I�ll be going to
the club early tonight. Trowa, please tell the chauffeur to pick me up at five o�clock sharp.�

�As you wish, Sir.� With a curt nod of acknowledgement Trowa
retreated.

Treize hadn�t spoken a word to Zechs, and when he begun to
unbutton his jacket the blond took it as a sign that it was time for him to
depart as well. He was heading for the door when the duke stopped him.

�What do you think you are doing?�

Zechs stopped, confused. �Giving you some privacy.�

�If I want privacy I�ll let you know,� his master replied in a
somewhat amused tone of voice. The jacket dropped to the floor, followed by
Treize�s belt. �Help me with my shoes.�

Jaws clenched tightly but without a word of complain the
younger man knelt down in front of his master and helped him to untie and pull
off his shoes.

�Did you have a pleasant day?� Treize asked casually while he
continued to undress himself.

�I suppose.� Zechs, trying hard to avoid looking at the duke,
developed a sudden interest in the patterns of the marble wall tiles.

Treize chuckled softly. �By the way you are acting one could
think you have never seen another person in the nude before. Look at me,
Zechs,� he demanded. �I am not ashamed of my body.�

The younger man slowly turned his head and gazed at his
master, standing in front of him nude and in all his glory. Zechs had to admit
that the duke truly didn�t have any reason to be ashamed. He was perfectly
proportioned with not as much as an ounce of fat on his body; tall and lean and
well muscled in all the right places.

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�Excellent.� Treize moaned in delight and closed his eyes as
he slowly reclined into the bathtub until he was immerged all the way to his
neck. He had turned on the jets and let warm water pulsate around his body.
After a few moments he opened his eyes lazily, turning his head just far enough
to look at his new pet

�What are you waiting for?�

Zechs� eyes widened. �You mean�you want me to join you in the
tub?�

�But of course, you better get used to it, Zechs. It is your
job to take care of my needs, any needs. Soon you will be expected to help me
to relax after a stressful day. First however you will need to learn to unwind
yourself, you are way too tense and nervous. So I think for today I�ll be
taking care of you. Now come in, the water is just perfect.�

The young man swallowed convulsively and slowly started to
undress. He could feel his master�s eyes trained on him and felt very
self-conscious under the intense gaze. This isn�t any different from the day
at the spa when I shared the jaccuzi with Quatre, he tried to tell himself
as he cautiously climbed into the rounded porcelain tub and sat down, but it
did little to calm his anxiety.

�I want you to relax and enjoy the feeling,� Treize told him.

Zechs was way too tense to enjoy anything. A cautious gaze to
his right showed him that the duke was laying in the water with his eyes closed
and his head resting comfortable on one of the cushioned headrests.

The sweet smell of roses was strong but not too intense. The
warm water and the pulsating jet stream had a calming and tranquilizing effect.
Zechs allowed himself to relax a little. Maybe this won�t be as bad as I
thought.

He had barely finished the
thought when the duke gently touched his shoulder. �Turn your back toward me
just a little.�

�Why?� he asked warily.

Treize gave him a slightly
amused smile. �Because I want to massage your shoulders.�

�Thanks, but no thanks.�

�That wasn�t a friendly suggestion.�

Zechs swallowed nervously as
he complied. Treize began to rub his shoulders, slow and gentle at first but
more firmly after a while. The blond bit his lips but he couldn�t stop himself
from moaning.

�Does it hurt?� The duke
asked.

�Yes it does,� the younger man admitted.

�I�m not surprised. Your muscles are all tense and knotted. Quatre
told me you refused a massage at the parlor. What are you so afraid of?�

�It�s not that I�m afraid,� Zechs huffed. �I just not
comfortable with letting people I don�t know touch me like that.�

�I see, but you will have to get used to it. And the best way
to do that is through conditioning. Now sit up so that I can give you a good
massage.�

With some gentle nudging the duke repositioned Zechs until the
blond was sitting between his spread legs. He then proceeded to massage the
young man�s neck and shoulder�s. Strong hands kneaded strained muscles,
skillfully easing the tension. After a while Treize�s hands shifted deeper,
moving along the blond�s spine, thumbs pushing into certain pressure points.
The younger man shuddered when his fingertips brushed over the beginning curves
of his buttocks, but he forced himself to remain still.

�There, I�m sure that feels much better now.� Treize announced
after about fifteen minutes.

�It does,� Zechs quickly assured him. �Thank you, Master.�

But before he could even breathe a sigh of relieve, a strong
arm snaked around his waist, pulling him backwards until he was resting against
his master�s broad chest, and he immediately tensed. Hot breath tickled his
neck as the duke whispered into his ear: �Relax, Zechs, you are destroying all
of my hard work.�

�Maybe I should massage you now,� he suggested
hopefully.

Treize chuckled softly. �Perhaps some other time.� He breathed
against the blond�s neck. �Right now I�m really enjoying myself.�

Yes, I can feel that. Zechs shivered as the duke
pulled him even closer.

One hand slowly moved over his chest and abdomen, soft
fingertips teasing his skin, occasionally brushing against one of his nipples.
At the same time Treize was nuzzling the nape of the young man�s neck, nibbling
and licking at the soft flesh.

Zechs forced himself to remain still and take deep and even
breaths. He really couldn�t say that his master�s caresses felt unpleasant; but
he still couldn�t shake the comfortable feeling.

Reaching out Treize caught the younger man�s chin, pulling it
around gently, and covered pet�s mouth with his own. Although not as startled
as the first time when he was kissed, it still caught Zechs by surprise. His
master�s tongue traced over his lips and he opened them slightly, almost
instinctively.

Soft, moaning sounds escaped the duke as he slipped his tongue into the younger
man�s mouth, exploring it thoroughly. He let the tip run over smooth, even
teeth and soft gums.

Zechs was becoming desperate for air when Treize finally broke
their kiss. He licked the corner of the young man�s mouth and nipped playfully
at his lower lip before pulling away with a regretful sigh.

�I really wish we could continue with this, but if I don�t get
ready now I won�t make it to the club on time.� And with a suggestive smirk
that turned Zechs stomach into a big knot, he added. �I suppose, we could pick
up where we left off when I get back tonight.�

The blond almost jumped when
the duke squeezed one of his buttocks. �Now, get out! Go check if Trowa put out
a black suit for me to wear.�

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T.B.C.

Author's Note:
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