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Adult ++
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24
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Choices
Summary: a bit about Z & T
Pairings: various
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam, I wouldn’t be doing this would I?
Warning: meh
Rating:
Dancing For Your Love
Chapter 23
Choices
Une made the rounds of the closed down club, assuring that everything was in place for tomorrow. She would check in with Zechs first thing to assure he had made her lots of good money and would quickly give him a talking to about trying to nay-say her choices.
The dual bunned woman tapped her way back to her large office in the back, hoping to get some accounting done before the sun rose when she heard giggles and moans coming from the dressing room. She frowned and changed directions, ready to give hell to who ever it was. The Palace was no one’s private sexual playroom.
As Une slammed the door open to the multiple capacity dressing room, she froze, her glasses slipping down her nose at the sight she saw.
Giggling and moaning against the wall was a clearly drunken Relena Dorelan, forty ounce in hand, with an eager Dorothy up her skirt. The shadow owner’s blouse was wide open and there was no bra to be heard of. The sandy blond noticed the shocked woman and waved her over.
“Une-samaaaaa! Come over here!” She punctuated the slurred command with a moan and didn’t resist as Dorothy put a bare leg over her shoulder.
“Dorothy has the most amazing –MOOOOOUUUUUTHHHH!”
Une backed out and shut the door tightly. She adjusted her glasses and raced to her office, locking her self inside. She quickly opened a bottle of strong vodka and did the best she could to forget what she had seen.
****
Zechs pulled up the huge compound, glad that the guards at the front hadn’t given him any flack. He had driven like a bat out of hell when he’d learned he was supposed to be serving drinks starting around ten. It was already eleven-thirty and with luck, his pay had already been docked.
He got out of his car and knocked at the kitchen delivery entrance. A maid smiled at him and let him in, showing him the way to the entertainment area. He found the guest sitting around and chatting and none other than Treize himself behind the bar, serving drinks. The man looked up and saw Zechs, promptly waving him over.
He went over, feeling sheepish and straightened his uniform tie.
“I apologize. My employer just now told me about your event and –”
“It’s no problem.” Prussian blue eyes met his and Zechs felt the whole room disappear. The executive smiled and lightly tapped his chin.
“Wouldn’t want a fly to get in there hm?”
Zechs turned red and nodded, watching Treize vacate the bar and leave to join the company. Zechs moved into place and began serving drinks, his mind clearly not on his job.
Trieze Kushranada watched his object of desire from across the room, trying to map out his direct plan. The man had mentioned a boyfriend, but he’d noticed the blonde’s reactions to his flirting. They were not in sync with a man who was happily committed to a relationship.
He sipped a flute of wine and laughed at some random joke. He wondered if that “employer” of his had told him that tonight’s entertainment would be opera and a bit of theater?
He smiled at a bevy of ladies and began making his way back across the room. The event was about to start soon and he wanted to get a word in with Zechs before everyone left the room for the mini theater.
Zechs smiled at the women flirting with him, deciding it was better to be polite to your drunken rich customers rather than tell them you’re a homosexual with a healthy appetite for men.
He pocketed another tip and made a comment about one woman’s low cut dress and how beautiful it was, even if it was ruined on her very full figure.
The women twittered and fan flapped but eventually left as a servant made the signal to move to another room.
With a sigh of relief, the platinum blond put down the booze and began to clean glasses. Not only was this a necessary task, the man found it very relaxing considering his surroundings. He wasn’t all that comfortable in a big mansion surrounded by the rich and richer.
He briefly thought of Duo and wondered if the bubbly brunette had called a cab or not. He hoped nothing drastic had happened though because he wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened to his boyfriend.
My boyfriend… He put down a glass and picked up another, smiling as it gleamed under the lights. He has such high quality glass…
He didn’t notice Trieze until the man took the glass from his hands, smiling.
“Didn’t you hear me calling you?”
The blond blushed and grinned. “Um, no sir, I mean Trieze, I mean sir.”
Prussian blue eyes smiled and put the glass back on the counter. “I wanted to know if you would be willing to attend the festivities with me tonight? I’m having an opera singer and some theatrics.”
Zechs shook his head. “That’s alright. I still have work to do and who will serve drinks when your guests come wandering back out?”
“Don’t worry about it. My other servants can do this job quite well.” He looked into the man’s diamond blue eyes, searching. “I won’t bite, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
He matched Treize eye for eye. “I’m not afraid at all. I just have a boyfriend.”
“Oh, I see!” the executive sat down and folded his hands. “Then I’ll remain at your post with you until I convince you that I’m just as good for you as any…male dancer!”
His eyebrow quirked. “Male dancer? Look, I love Duo and I don’t care how much money you’ve got or how many people you’ve blackmailed into bed I’m not about to dump my boyfriend for -”
Zechs stopped mid sentence and melted into the kiss Treize was planting on his lips. He reluctantly pulled back, his eyes half lidded.
“I won’t –d-dump him just because –because –”
“Because what?” Treize purred, stroking under the bartender’s chin.
“Because you kiss really good…”
Treize chuckled softly and leaned closer to Zechs. “I kiss well and I think you should dump him because I’m not giving you up…”
He kissed Zechs again and the blond let it happen, any thoughts of Duo being chased from his mind by Treize’s eager silken tongue. They stayed that way until a door opened and a servant came in announcing that the show was about to begin. Treize pulled back and grinned at Zechs whose lips were parted.
He’s so beautiful…there’s nothing I wouldn’t give to see if his whole body flushes like that when I take him.
“Care to join me? There is a private balcony you know.”
The blond regained his senses and shook his head, looking away before picking up a glass again. “I’ll stay here thank you though.”
“I’ll be back then…” he whispered, touching Zechs’s cheek briefly before he left, leaving the blond in a daze.
****
Trowa sat on top of his car, watching Quatre go back to his apartment with that filth. He couldn’t believe the blond was cheating on him with that bastard, but he’d make Quatre see. He’d make them all see in time.
He smiled as Quatre discovered the flowers at his doorstep and beamed when he smiled. However, the blond didn’t give him the signal that he knew they were from him and instead hugged the Asian.
NO! QUATRE I SENT THOSE! he slipped off the roof of his car and began approaching the apartment, binoculars hanging idly from on hand.
He’d make sure the blond knew.
When he got back into viewing range, he watched with disgust as the two made out front of the apartment door, Quatre allowing the man to grope him all over. Trowa picked up a medium sized rock and threw it. It hit near the couple, obviously startling the blond.
Quatre looked around, afraid and ushered his lover into the house, definitely not what Trowa wanted.
Damn it! You whore! What are you doing!?
He scurried back to his car and stood on top of it this time, getting a better view of the apartment.
Quatre and his lover were already disrobing, a expectant smile on the petite blonde’s face.
Trowa whimpered, tears running down his face. “Why are you doing this? I thought you loved me !”
As the couple began to have sex, Trowa had to look away, his rage building. He hopped off his car and threw his binoculars into his back seat. He’d show that bastard who was boss.
He got in and revved the engine of his car, tearing down the street and right into Wufei’s car, a sinister grin spread across his face. He then kicked it into reverse and quickly left the area, feeling victorious.
****
Treize watched the performance with growing boredom, wondering if his guests would miss him if he popped back into the ball room to visit Zechs. The bartender was probably just as bored as he was without anyone to serve and with no one to serve he wasn’t really earning his pay was he?
He stifled another yawn and got up swiftly, telling his servant he would be in the restroom if anyone asked.
Zechs sat on the bar stool doing a cross word puzzle, trying to think of a six letter word for broken when he felt two strong hands squeeze his sides affectionately. He jumped a bit and turned to see Treize grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Surprise!”
The blond grinned and shook his head. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people! That’s so rude!”
“Yeah well, it was too good of a chance to miss.” He leaned on the bar next to the man and looked at the puzzle. It was nearly done. He whistled in appreciation.
“You’re amazing. I can never finish one of those.”
Zechs shrugged. “It’s nothing. I do them all the time.”
“I’m envious.”
“Of what?”
“You obviously have a dynamic mind to be able to finish one of these.” Treize looked at Zechs’ profile, becoming more enchanted by the second. “And you’re very beautiful.”
“So you keep telling me.” Zechs filled in the line of boxes with the word ‘Kaputt’ and turned to see Treize observing him. “Why are you always watching me?”
“How can I not? Have you thought about my offer?”
Zechs shook his head. “I’m not going in there –”
“Not that one,” he kissed the man again, this time drawing a soft whimper from him. “That one.”
“I have a boyfriend!” Zechs whispered. “Please, stop it!”
“I won’t…” He kissed him again and merely pushed his hands away when they pushed at his chest in resistance. He felt Zechs’ control melting away and pulled the man closer, slipping his tongue in his mouth.
Zechs didn’t know that he could do anything. Every fiber of his being was on fire and Treize made him feel so good. Better than any of Duo’s kisses or caresses, better than anything he’d ever experienced. He tried to stop the executive’s hands from exploring inside his shirt, but found he couldn’t. The shirt was already undone and was on the verge of being taken off.
He moaned into Treize’s mouth and gripped his wrists strongly, causing Treize to draw back a fraction.
“What?”
“No, no, what are we doing?”
“About to have sex behind this bar.”
“I won’t.” He looked down at Treize’s hands, just inches from his rose pink nipples. “Don’t do this. Don’t make me do this.”
“I’m not making you do anything –”
Pleading diamond blue eyes looked in Prussian. “Stop it please! I’m just a bartender!”
Treize took his hands back and smoothed his suit where Zechs hand been gripping it. Zechs quickly re-buttoned his shirt and looked up at Trieze.
“I have a –”
“You’re just a bartender. I don’t know why I was wasting my time.” The executive reached into his wallet and gave Zechs a wad of bills. “Your services are no longer needed. I will send the check to your employer. Good night.”
And with that, Treize left the room before Zechs could even grasp the situation.
****
*Wow, my first update in a month. I know you’ll be pissed to hear I finished a whole fic and started a sequel in this time, but I still love ya’ll! I do!
*Review if you still care! ^w^
Pairings: various
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam, I wouldn’t be doing this would I?
Warning: meh
Rating:
Dancing For Your Love
Chapter 23
Choices
Une made the rounds of the closed down club, assuring that everything was in place for tomorrow. She would check in with Zechs first thing to assure he had made her lots of good money and would quickly give him a talking to about trying to nay-say her choices.
The dual bunned woman tapped her way back to her large office in the back, hoping to get some accounting done before the sun rose when she heard giggles and moans coming from the dressing room. She frowned and changed directions, ready to give hell to who ever it was. The Palace was no one’s private sexual playroom.
As Une slammed the door open to the multiple capacity dressing room, she froze, her glasses slipping down her nose at the sight she saw.
Giggling and moaning against the wall was a clearly drunken Relena Dorelan, forty ounce in hand, with an eager Dorothy up her skirt. The shadow owner’s blouse was wide open and there was no bra to be heard of. The sandy blond noticed the shocked woman and waved her over.
“Une-samaaaaa! Come over here!” She punctuated the slurred command with a moan and didn’t resist as Dorothy put a bare leg over her shoulder.
“Dorothy has the most amazing –MOOOOOUUUUUTHHHH!”
Une backed out and shut the door tightly. She adjusted her glasses and raced to her office, locking her self inside. She quickly opened a bottle of strong vodka and did the best she could to forget what she had seen.
Zechs pulled up the huge compound, glad that the guards at the front hadn’t given him any flack. He had driven like a bat out of hell when he’d learned he was supposed to be serving drinks starting around ten. It was already eleven-thirty and with luck, his pay had already been docked.
He got out of his car and knocked at the kitchen delivery entrance. A maid smiled at him and let him in, showing him the way to the entertainment area. He found the guest sitting around and chatting and none other than Treize himself behind the bar, serving drinks. The man looked up and saw Zechs, promptly waving him over.
He went over, feeling sheepish and straightened his uniform tie.
“I apologize. My employer just now told me about your event and –”
“It’s no problem.” Prussian blue eyes met his and Zechs felt the whole room disappear. The executive smiled and lightly tapped his chin.
“Wouldn’t want a fly to get in there hm?”
Zechs turned red and nodded, watching Treize vacate the bar and leave to join the company. Zechs moved into place and began serving drinks, his mind clearly not on his job.
Trieze Kushranada watched his object of desire from across the room, trying to map out his direct plan. The man had mentioned a boyfriend, but he’d noticed the blonde’s reactions to his flirting. They were not in sync with a man who was happily committed to a relationship.
He sipped a flute of wine and laughed at some random joke. He wondered if that “employer” of his had told him that tonight’s entertainment would be opera and a bit of theater?
He smiled at a bevy of ladies and began making his way back across the room. The event was about to start soon and he wanted to get a word in with Zechs before everyone left the room for the mini theater.
Zechs smiled at the women flirting with him, deciding it was better to be polite to your drunken rich customers rather than tell them you’re a homosexual with a healthy appetite for men.
He pocketed another tip and made a comment about one woman’s low cut dress and how beautiful it was, even if it was ruined on her very full figure.
The women twittered and fan flapped but eventually left as a servant made the signal to move to another room.
With a sigh of relief, the platinum blond put down the booze and began to clean glasses. Not only was this a necessary task, the man found it very relaxing considering his surroundings. He wasn’t all that comfortable in a big mansion surrounded by the rich and richer.
He briefly thought of Duo and wondered if the bubbly brunette had called a cab or not. He hoped nothing drastic had happened though because he wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened to his boyfriend.
My boyfriend… He put down a glass and picked up another, smiling as it gleamed under the lights. He has such high quality glass…
He didn’t notice Trieze until the man took the glass from his hands, smiling.
“Didn’t you hear me calling you?”
The blond blushed and grinned. “Um, no sir, I mean Trieze, I mean sir.”
Prussian blue eyes smiled and put the glass back on the counter. “I wanted to know if you would be willing to attend the festivities with me tonight? I’m having an opera singer and some theatrics.”
Zechs shook his head. “That’s alright. I still have work to do and who will serve drinks when your guests come wandering back out?”
“Don’t worry about it. My other servants can do this job quite well.” He looked into the man’s diamond blue eyes, searching. “I won’t bite, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
He matched Treize eye for eye. “I’m not afraid at all. I just have a boyfriend.”
“Oh, I see!” the executive sat down and folded his hands. “Then I’ll remain at your post with you until I convince you that I’m just as good for you as any…male dancer!”
His eyebrow quirked. “Male dancer? Look, I love Duo and I don’t care how much money you’ve got or how many people you’ve blackmailed into bed I’m not about to dump my boyfriend for -”
Zechs stopped mid sentence and melted into the kiss Treize was planting on his lips. He reluctantly pulled back, his eyes half lidded.
“I won’t –d-dump him just because –because –”
“Because what?” Treize purred, stroking under the bartender’s chin.
“Because you kiss really good…”
Treize chuckled softly and leaned closer to Zechs. “I kiss well and I think you should dump him because I’m not giving you up…”
He kissed Zechs again and the blond let it happen, any thoughts of Duo being chased from his mind by Treize’s eager silken tongue. They stayed that way until a door opened and a servant came in announcing that the show was about to begin. Treize pulled back and grinned at Zechs whose lips were parted.
He’s so beautiful…there’s nothing I wouldn’t give to see if his whole body flushes like that when I take him.
“Care to join me? There is a private balcony you know.”
The blond regained his senses and shook his head, looking away before picking up a glass again. “I’ll stay here thank you though.”
“I’ll be back then…” he whispered, touching Zechs’s cheek briefly before he left, leaving the blond in a daze.
Trowa sat on top of his car, watching Quatre go back to his apartment with that filth. He couldn’t believe the blond was cheating on him with that bastard, but he’d make Quatre see. He’d make them all see in time.
He smiled as Quatre discovered the flowers at his doorstep and beamed when he smiled. However, the blond didn’t give him the signal that he knew they were from him and instead hugged the Asian.
NO! QUATRE I SENT THOSE! he slipped off the roof of his car and began approaching the apartment, binoculars hanging idly from on hand.
He’d make sure the blond knew.
When he got back into viewing range, he watched with disgust as the two made out front of the apartment door, Quatre allowing the man to grope him all over. Trowa picked up a medium sized rock and threw it. It hit near the couple, obviously startling the blond.
Quatre looked around, afraid and ushered his lover into the house, definitely not what Trowa wanted.
Damn it! You whore! What are you doing!?
He scurried back to his car and stood on top of it this time, getting a better view of the apartment.
Quatre and his lover were already disrobing, a expectant smile on the petite blonde’s face.
Trowa whimpered, tears running down his face. “Why are you doing this? I thought you loved me !”
As the couple began to have sex, Trowa had to look away, his rage building. He hopped off his car and threw his binoculars into his back seat. He’d show that bastard who was boss.
He got in and revved the engine of his car, tearing down the street and right into Wufei’s car, a sinister grin spread across his face. He then kicked it into reverse and quickly left the area, feeling victorious.
Treize watched the performance with growing boredom, wondering if his guests would miss him if he popped back into the ball room to visit Zechs. The bartender was probably just as bored as he was without anyone to serve and with no one to serve he wasn’t really earning his pay was he?
He stifled another yawn and got up swiftly, telling his servant he would be in the restroom if anyone asked.
Zechs sat on the bar stool doing a cross word puzzle, trying to think of a six letter word for broken when he felt two strong hands squeeze his sides affectionately. He jumped a bit and turned to see Treize grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Surprise!”
The blond grinned and shook his head. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people! That’s so rude!”
“Yeah well, it was too good of a chance to miss.” He leaned on the bar next to the man and looked at the puzzle. It was nearly done. He whistled in appreciation.
“You’re amazing. I can never finish one of those.”
Zechs shrugged. “It’s nothing. I do them all the time.”
“I’m envious.”
“Of what?”
“You obviously have a dynamic mind to be able to finish one of these.” Treize looked at Zechs’ profile, becoming more enchanted by the second. “And you’re very beautiful.”
“So you keep telling me.” Zechs filled in the line of boxes with the word ‘Kaputt’ and turned to see Treize observing him. “Why are you always watching me?”
“How can I not? Have you thought about my offer?”
Zechs shook his head. “I’m not going in there –”
“Not that one,” he kissed the man again, this time drawing a soft whimper from him. “That one.”
“I have a boyfriend!” Zechs whispered. “Please, stop it!”
“I won’t…” He kissed him again and merely pushed his hands away when they pushed at his chest in resistance. He felt Zechs’ control melting away and pulled the man closer, slipping his tongue in his mouth.
Zechs didn’t know that he could do anything. Every fiber of his being was on fire and Treize made him feel so good. Better than any of Duo’s kisses or caresses, better than anything he’d ever experienced. He tried to stop the executive’s hands from exploring inside his shirt, but found he couldn’t. The shirt was already undone and was on the verge of being taken off.
He moaned into Treize’s mouth and gripped his wrists strongly, causing Treize to draw back a fraction.
“What?”
“No, no, what are we doing?”
“About to have sex behind this bar.”
“I won’t.” He looked down at Treize’s hands, just inches from his rose pink nipples. “Don’t do this. Don’t make me do this.”
“I’m not making you do anything –”
Pleading diamond blue eyes looked in Prussian. “Stop it please! I’m just a bartender!”
Treize took his hands back and smoothed his suit where Zechs hand been gripping it. Zechs quickly re-buttoned his shirt and looked up at Trieze.
“I have a –”
“You’re just a bartender. I don’t know why I was wasting my time.” The executive reached into his wallet and gave Zechs a wad of bills. “Your services are no longer needed. I will send the check to your employer. Good night.”
And with that, Treize left the room before Zechs could even grasp the situation.
****
*Wow, my first update in a month. I know you’ll be pissed to hear I finished a whole fic and started a sequel in this time, but I still love ya’ll! I do!
*Review if you still care! ^w^