Repercussions (Sequel to Snake)

TITLE: Repercussions 2/?
AUTHOR: LadyMidnight........... midnightwing2268@yahoo.com
WARNINGS: AU, Angst, Lemon, Drama and Romance
RATING: R to NC-17 overall
PAIRINGS: 1x2, 3x4 and more to follow
ARCHIVES: Any Takers?
FEEDBACK: Yes....gimme...gimme
DISCLAIMER: I do not own them, so quit asking!

Thank you to all who read......*grin*
Welcome back, Liz!
Thank you to all who have given me such kind words, I am truly grateful.


REPERCUSSIONS
2/?

Duo was pacing back and forth, the early morning sun making his chestnut hair glow like fire. His husband, Heero was enjoying the sight, because he was very much afraid that when Trowa Barton found out about the lastest stunt his braided baka had pulled, that hair would not be green, but gone completely. He had no doubt that Trowa would take great pleasure in removing every single strand, slowly and painfully. When Duo had first told him about the pledge he had made Trowa, Heero had laughed, until the baka had told him of his plan to make sure he won the bet. Remembering the talk, he wished that he had tied Duo up and locked him in a closet, instead of letting his husband pull him into this crazy plan.


\"Heero, how do you think I would look with green hair?\"


\"Green hair? Well, koi, I don\'t really think it is your color. If you really want to change your hair color, why not try blond?\" Heero said, not looking up from the computer screen.


\"I\'m serious. I kinda opened my mouth at work today and told Trowa that I could make him have a good time, if he went out dancing with us. I told him that if he didn\'t thank me the next day, I would dye my hair green for a week.\"


The image of Duo with green hair that popped into Heero\'s mind had the young Japanese man rolling on the floor laughing. He stopped laughing suddenly when his husband pounced on his stomach, exclaiming, \"It isn\'t funny, Heero Yuy-Maxwell. Or have you forgotten that awards dinner next week. Oh, you know the one; where you are being presented with the web designer of the year award.\"


Heero stopped laughing for real and looked at Duo in horror. This award was a very big thing for him, it would go a long way in promoting his business and he could not go to the dinner with a green-haired husband.


\"Maybe Trowa will wait until after the awards dinner?\" Heero asked, hopefully.


The look that Duo gave him suggested that Heero was being the baka now, instead of him.


\"Do you honestly think that Trowa will let me postpone the bet? Especially if we drag him to a dance club, a place which he loathes, and try to make him dance and meet people.\" Duo stated at the man laying under him, sarcastically.


Throwing an arm over his eyes and groaning, Heero pictured the awards evening with Duo and his green hair. After all the pranks that Duo had played on Trowa over the years, he was convinced that the auburn-haired man would make sure that beloved braid was colored bright green. There had to be some way to ensure that Trowa had a good time. Truth be told, he wasn\'t holding out much hope.


\"I\'ve been thinking, Heero. I may know a way out of this, but I need your help.\"


\"Duo, maybe we should just throw ourselves on Trowa\'s mercy.\"


\"No, this will work and Trowa will thank me for loosening him up.\" Duo promised, bouncing up and down on Heero\'s abused stomach. \"Do you remember the website you designed for that woman, Lady Une.\"


Heero sat up, shocked, \"Duo, she was a madam! If I had known that was her business, I wouldn\'t have agreed to work for her.\"

\"Oh, Heero, lighten up. Even you have to admit, she is a pretty saavy businesswoman in wanting to create a website. She knew that you could do it without letting on about her real business.\"


\"Yea, her real work is selling people for sex, baka.\" Heero snorted, glaring at the violet-eyed man in his lap. Then his eyes softened and he wrapped his arms around Duo, nuzzling the tender flesh of his husband\'s neck.


\"Oh, no, none of that until you find Lady Une\'s number. I am going to make damn sure that Trowa Barton has a night he will never forget, and if it takes him having mind-blowing sex...\" Duo winked, grinning wickedly at Heero. \"...well, then that is just what has to happen!\"


\"We are going to die.\" Heero moaned.

Heero was even more convinced of their impending deaths as he watched Duo pace the kitchen floor. He still had trouble believing that his braided husband had gone through with his plan. Even when Duo called Lady Une, asking if she knew of any petite, blond males who would be willing to seduce his friend, Heero prayed that he would call a halt to the whole thing.


He didn\'t. And now, they would have to face the repercussions of a stupid wager that had gotten completely out of control.


With the first bright ray of a new morning sun, Duo had been totally overwhelmed with guilt. What had he done? It was a silly little bet, but he had hired a stranger, a professional no less, to seduce his best friend and co-worker. Just so he wouldn\'t have to suffer through the embarrassment of having green hair for a week. And what was worse, he didn\'t think Trowa would ever forgive him. For half a second, Duo was tempted to just let the whole thing slide, not say anything to his friend. But that little voice in the back of his head, the one that was sounding more and more like his husband\'s, was saying he had no choice but to come clean with Trowa. Even if it meant losing his best friend.


Duo\'s eyes widen in horror and fear as the sound of a car pulling into the driveway reached his ears.

\"Hee... Heero?\" He questioned, fighting the panic that was welling inside him.

Heero pulled aside the kitchen curtain, glanced out, then confirmed Duo\'s worst fear with a single word.


\"Trowa.\"

Trowa didn\'t bother to knock or ring the doorbell, he simply walked in. From Duo\'s many complaints, he knew that Heero was an early riser, which meant the braided man was up as well. And right now, he needed their help. Before finally going home to his empty apartment last night, Trowa had driven around the city, replaying every moment of his short time with the beautiful Quatre in his mind. Coming to the conclusion that no matter what Quatre had said in his letter, they were going to meet again and soon. Trowa knew he needed to enlist his friend\'s help in the search. Heero could do some pretty amazing things with that laptop of his and Duo was a friendly ear to bend.

\"All I can say Duo Maxwell is, Thank You for the great time last night, but now I need a big favor.\" Trowa beamed, coming into the kitchen. \"I met someone last night, but I didn\'t get his last name or number, so you guys have to help me find him. His name is Quatre and he is absolutely perfect. Small, blond, with blue-green eyes and I think I might be falling in love.\"

\"Agh, what have I done!\" Duo moaned, moving to put Heero\'s body between him and Trowa. He hid his face in the taller man\'s back as Heero began to speak.


\"Trowa, Duo and I did something really stupid, and looking back on it now, even somewhat cruel. I have this awards dinner coming up and we both panicked at the idea of Duo going with green hair. So we...\"


\"No, Heero.\" Duo interrupted, coming out from behind Heero and facing Trowa. \"This was all my own fault. I planned it, Heero didn\'t want anything to do with it.\"

\"What are you two going on about? Look, I need you to help me find Quatre, okay, whatever else can wait.\"

Hating himself, Duo just blurted it out.

\"I hired Quatre to seduce you, Trowa. I am so, so sorry!\"

Trowa just stared at Duo.


When he didn\'t say anything, Duo went on, \"He is a professional escort. I hired him to make sure you had fun last night.\"

\"What do you mean, a professional escort?\" Trowa said, starting to look confused.

\"Simply put, Trowa, Quatre is a whore. He works for a woman who sells sex.\" Heero stated.

For the longest moment there was only silence in the Maxwell kitchen, then Trowa calmly turned and put his fist through the nearest wall. Giving Duo and Heero one last look, he walked out of the house.



Quatre was still thinking about Trowa Barton the next morning, when Rashid came into the bedroom to wake him. His dreams had been haunted by the memory of those hands stroking and caressing his skin. The feel of those tender lips moving over his face, before taking Quatre\'s mouth in a soul-stealing kiss. He had been awakened by the sound of his own voice crying out Trowa\'s name. Never in his life had another person affected him so much. This feeling both excited and scared him to death. Quatre had spent so many years keeping his emotions under tight control that this loosening worried him a bit. He wasn\'t sure he could handle it.


There had been many men over the years, far too many to count. What made this man, Trowa Barton, any different from them. From the moment he had started working for Lady Une, sex had become nothing more then a job, a way to survive and hide from the pain of his family\'s rejection. He couldn\'t understand what was so different about this job, this man. It was as if that part of his soul, which had been bright, shining and innocent until his father\'s harsh words had cut him down, had been touched. When Trowa had looked at him, he hadn\'t seen Quatre, the whore or Quatre Raberba Winner, the disgraced heir, he had only seen Quatre, the man from the dance floor. He couldn\'t say at what point during his time with Trowa that he stopped seeing him as just another job, and reached out to him as another human being, but it had happened. It was only when he stepped from the hotel to see Duo Maxwell waiting for him that he slipped back into his professional persona.

Rashid\'s voice pulled him from his thoughts.


\"Do you wish any breakfast, Master Quatre, before we leave for your meeting with Lady Une?\"


\"No, Rashid. Just some coffee and toast, thank you.\"

Sitting in the back of the limo forty-five later, Quatre was giving serious thought to retiring from this life. He had made quite a bit of money over the years and thanks to a sound business sense, he would never have to work again, if he so chose. This wasn\'t the first time he had considered retiring, but there hadn\'t been anything that made him want to leave this work. Until last night. It struck Quatre as almost funny that because of a pair of emerald eyes, soft auburn hair and killer body, he was honestly thinking of changing his whole life. What struck him as a terrible joke was the idea that should he and Trowa ever meet again, he would have no choice but to confess the truth about what he had done for a living. The punch line was that Trowa would probably hate him and want nothing whatsoever to do with him after that. Quatre would laugh if he didn\'t feel like crying so much.

He had no idea what Lady Une wanted to meet with him about, but he would take this opportunity to inform her of his plans. She wouldn\'t be happy and although he felt that he owed her a great deal, Quatre wouldn\'t let that persuade him to stay. Rashid had asked him once why he felt such gratitude to a woman that would turn a teen-age boy into a high-priced prostitute. Quatre\'s answer to the man had been that Lady Une had given him the strength to live, when he wanted nothing more then to die. But that feeling of gratitute wasn\'t enough to convince him to change his mind. It was time to get out, even if he never saw Trowa Barton again.


\"We\'re here, Master Quatre.\"


\"Thank you, Rashid. This shouldn\'t take more than an hour, so if you need to run any errands.\"


\"Very well, Master Quatre, I will return for you in an hour.\"

TBC


OWARI