Repercussions (Sequel to Snake)

This chapter is a little on the short side, I\'m sorry...the muses are being a pain in the backside. But I am trying to kickstart them for the next chapter...LOL, so please enjoy this offering and see you next time.

LadyMidnight


TITLE: Repercussions 3/?
AUTHOR: LadyMidnight.... midnightwing2268@yahoo.com
WARNINGS: AU, Angst, Lemon, Drama and Romance
RATING: R to NC-17
PAIRINGS: 1x2, 3x4, more to follow
ARCHIVES: not sure anymore….
FEEDBACK: Yes, I treasure every word!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters and I make no money from these stories. So there....*blows raspberry*


To Liz, who makes me laugh and keeps me somewhat sane.
And a Thank You to all who keep reading.


REPERCUSSIONS
3/?


\"I hired Quatre to seduce you, Trowa.\"

\"Quatre is a whore\"

\"I hired Quatre to seduce you, Trowa.\"

\"Quatre is a whore.\"

The words Duo and Heero had spoken echoed over and over again in Trowa\'s mind as he drove away from the Maxwell household. He didn\'t want to believe them, but the truth was written on their faces. Why, why, why? What purpose had this filled, what had they gained by doing this? The answer came to Trowa in a flash, as he remembered what Heero had said about an awards dinner.


The stupid bet.


Suddenly all of Trowa\'s energy was focused on continuing to drive away from their house, instead of wheeling the car around and doing as much harm to Duo and Heero as his anger would allow. He had to calm down or he would hurt someone. The sudden throbbing in his hand brought to mind how he had reacted in the Maxwell kitchen and that level of anger scared him. Most people were unaware of just how much of a temper he had.

This was because Trowa spent a good many years learning to keep himself calm.

His knuckles clenched white on the steering wheel of his car. His breathing was labored and harsh as Quatre\'s face flashed in his mind. Trowa finally had no choice but to pull over, before he killed himself or some innocent driver.


All that for a bet; a stupid fucking bet. The hardest part to swallow in all this mess was deep down Trowa knew that there hadn\'t been any malicious intent on Duo\'s part. Unfortunately that knowledge in no way lessened his anger or hurt. The person he considered his best friend had still hired a prostitute to seduce him. No, not seduce. Fuck. It had been all business to the blonde man; no passionate or tender feelings had come to play.


The harsh sound of car horn blaring over and over again, made Trowa realize he was pounding his fist on the steering wheel. Sure that there was no way he could face Duo or any of his other co-workers, Trowa made a quick call on his cell phone. It was a simple matter to say he wasn\'t feeling well and was taking a personal day. Now he needed to go somewhere and calm down, try to clear his head.

The beach. Sitting on the sand and watching the waves roll in and out always helped Trowa calm down and think.


Quatre rode the elevator up to Lady Une\'s office, dreading the upcoming meeting. He took a deep breath, giving his appearance a quick once over. Although hating it, Quatre had dressed in the outfit Lady Une had requested. No, ordered; taking in the black crushed velvet pants with a matching thigh length jacket. The opened jacket showed off the dark blue silk shirt he wore. Gazing at his reflection in the mirrored elevator doors, he wished the day was already over.

Better to get this over with, he thought, stepping from the elevator and walking to the set of suites that held Lady Une\'s office. As always, her personal assistant/bodyguard/driver, Walker was sitting at his desk in the outer room of Une\'s office. Walker\'s cold eyes swept over Quatre, a smirk passing over his face as he took in what the blonde man was wearing.

\"Lady Une will be with you in a moment, Quatre; if you would like to take a seat?\" Walker said, waving to one of the two black leather sofas that graced the room. \"She is still in a meeting with a new client.\"


Sighing, Quatre sat down, enduring the way that Walker watched him like a hungry wolf. From the moment Lady Une had brought Quatre home with her, Walker had done everything possible, short of outright rape, to get him into bed. It wasn\'t that Walker was unattractive that kept him from Quatre\'s bed, but the lack of a human soul. He was Lady Une\'s enforcer; it was Walker\'s job to keep the clients from hurting any of the escorts and collect the money, if they suddenly decided not to pay. He was also supposed to keep Une\'s stable in line. That meant no heavy drug use, no freebies and so social life. As long as you worked for Lady Une, there was no outside life unless she approved it.

Well, that was about to change, Quatre promised himself.


\"I knew you would look beautiful in that suit, Quatre. When I saw it in Paris, I told Lady Une that only you could do it justice.\" The man behind the desk taunted, like he knew how much Quatre hated being told what to wear. \"Only the Angel could wear that outfit and tempt mortal man to sin.\"

\"Don\'t fucking call me that!\" Quatre snarled, leaping from the sofa. That was the only thing that marred his memories of Trowa from the previous evening. Quatre had flinched inwardly everytime the other man had whispered angel to him. \"I may have to put up with that nickname from Lady Une, but I don\'t have to take shit from you.\"

\"My, my... touchy, aren\'t we.\" Walker grinned.


Quatre didn\'t get the chance to say anything else, as Lady Une\'s business-like voice came over the intercom sitting on the corner of Walker\'s desk.

\"Walker, if Quatre has arrived, please send him in. I have someone here who is most anxious to meet the Angel.\" Her tone of voice was making it very clear that she had been completely aware of everything that had just taken place.

Walker smirked as Quatre walked past his desk towards Lady Une’s office. The bodyguard would have given anything to get the blonde in his bed, but Lady Une had made it frighteningly clear what she would do to Walker if he tried. So he had to be content to harass Quatre when he could and hope that someday he would have an opportunity to take the Angel.


Quatre took a deep breath and stepped into Lady Une’s office. As always the lady herself was seated behind a large glass and chrome desk. She stood, smiling as Quatre entered the room. Seated in front of the desk with his back to Quatre was a ginger-haired man dressed in a midnight black suit. As Lady Une stood up, the man did also, turning to the blonde with a smile.


“I must say, Lady… you didn’t mislead me about his beauty.” The ginger-haired man’s smile widened as his eyes took in Quatre’s appearance.


“I am glad you approve, Mr. Kushrenada. After all, you requested the best and the Angel is certainly that.” Lady Une spoke, failing to see Quatre wince at the hated name.


However, her new client, Treize Kushrenada noticed it and took note. He turned back to Lady Une as she continued to speak.


“This, Mr. Kushrenada, is Quatre. Quatre, I would like to introduce Mr. Treize Kushrenada. He has a very important engagement coming up next week and requires a very special escort.”

Treize stepped forward and took one of Quatre’s hands in his own. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Quatre. As Lady Une said I have a dinner to go to next week. My company is sponsoring an awards dinner for one of the leading website designers in the industry; and I would be the most envied man to have such an escort as yourself on my arm.”

Quatre suddenly found himself backed against the proverbial wall. He couldn’t very well refuse, not in front of Lady Une, that is. So Quatre sighed and promised silently that this was his last client as he said, “You flatter me, Mr. Kushrenada. But of course, I would be honored to serve as your escort for that evening.”


“Wonderful, wonderful, Lady Une has all the information and I look forward to next week, Quatre.” Treize smiled at them both, then gave a small bow and left the office.

Walking over to the chair that Treize had vacated, Quatre flopped into it earning a frown from Lady Une. Without looking at her, Quatre spoke, “Kushrenada is the last one, Lady Une. After this dinner next week, I am leaving the business.”

“I don’t think so, Angel.” Replied the cold, calm voice of Lady Une.

TBC

Owari