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Repercussions (Sequel to Snake)
TITLE: Repercussions (sequel to Snake)
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: If I owned them, they would be very tired boys, but I don\'t! *pout*
Welcome back, Liz!
Thanks to all who tell me to keep going with this......*grin*
A special thanks to all who reviewed on AFF.net, it means more then I can say.
REPERCUSSIONS (sequel to Snake)
1/?
Quatre Winner sat in the back of the limo, watching as the city sped by. But he didn\'t really see anything, his mind was too focused on the past evening. It had seemed quite simple when Lady Une called him earlier. Quatre was being hired by one Duo Maxwell, to seduce his friend Trowa Barton. Go to the club, find the man whose picture Lady Une had faxed over, and make sure he had a night he would never forget. That was what he had been hired to do and he had done it.
But something had changed.
The blond man in the back of the stretch limo couldn\'t quite put his finger on what had changed, maybe it was the look in those beautiful emerald eyes or his silken touch. In Quatre\'s line of work, his pleasure was never the priority, only the client\'s. Granted, Trowa had had no idea that he was a professional. Still the man with soft auburn hair and intense green eyes had acted as if Quatre\'s pleasure was the most important thing in the world, holding off his own release until the blond achieved his. It was that act of tenderness that made it very hard for Quatre to keep his usual distance, to keep himself separated from his emotions.
The voice of his driver, Rashid, came over the intercom, \"Master Quatre, Lady Une is on the car phone for you.\"
\"Thank you, Rashid.\" Quatre replied as he picked up the reciever.
\"Yes, Lady Une.\"
\"I trust the job when well, Quatre?\" His business manager asked over the phone. Her voice could be either as soft and soothing as a rare wine or cold and deadly, like an arctic wind, it all depended on her mood. Tonight she was a rare wine.
\"Have you ever had any complaints about me, Lady?\"
Warm laughter played over the phone line, inviting Quatre to join in.
\"Quatre, my dear, you are one of the most popular escorts in the business and my biggest money-maker. You and I both know that nobody complains when it comes to the Angel.\"
He was glad that Lady Une couldn\'t see the disgusted look that came over his face at the mention of the hated nickname. Quatre wholeheartedly hated being called the Angel. It brought to mind a past that he tried with everything in him to forget. A mother\'s soft voice calling him her little angel. A father screaming that he was no angel but a devil with an angel\'s face.
\"Is there a reason for this call, Lady? I\'m tired and wish to go home, so if there is nothing you need me for.\" Quatre pressed, wanting to bring this troubling evening to a close.
\"I have a very important meeting set up for you tomorrow morning at 11:00am. So go home and get plenty of beauty sleep. Oh, and wear the outfit I purchased for you in Paris, Quatre dear.\" Her voice brooking no disobedience.
\"Fine, Lady. See you tomorrow.\" He said, hanging up the phone and leaning back in the plush seat.
\"Home, Master Quatre?\" Rashid asked.
\"Yes, Rashid, but not the apartment. I wish to go to the beach house.\"
Ten minutes later, Rashid pulled the limo into the driveway of Quatre\'s beachfront house. The house was set a good pace off the road, making it hard to find unless one knew where to look. With its quiet location and private beach, it was the perfect retreat for Quatre. Not even Lady Une knew about this place and the blond man intended to keep it that way. It was the one place where he could get completely away from the world he now was a part of. In no way was Quatre ashamed of the life he had built for himself, but he was not exactly proud of it either. The choices he made had been for the simple need to survive.
Getting out of the car, Quatre took a moment to breath in the salty sea air that drifted to him. For a few precious seconds, he felt the tension that had come with Lady Une\'s call leave him. But the relaxing of his guard allowed memories of his family to creep up on him.
Quatre Raberba Winner had at one time been the beloved heir to the Winner clan. He had lived all of his fifteen years surrounded by great wealth and the comforting love of his family. He had been his mother\'s little angel, his father\'s beloved heir and the Winner family\'s hope for the future. Quatre had been ignorant of some of life\'s harsher truths, such as families don\'t always accept you for who you are.
Sometimes they even throw you away because of who you are.
That was the cold bitter lesson that young Quatre learned the day his father came upon him and the stableboy together. Young Quatre had been perched on the lap of the half nude stableboy, his head thrown back, moaning in youthful passion as the other boy suckled and kissed his neck. It was his father\'s scream of rage that broke the passionate spell young Quatre had been under. Never had he seen such a killing rage in someone\'s eyes before. It was only the timely arrival of Rashid that kept the elder Winner from killing his only son. Calling his son foul names that Quatre himself had never heard before, the elder Winner had banished his son from the family and the family home.
Sure that his father would beg forgiveness for his cruel words once he calmed down, young Quatre fled the Winner mansion with a small backpack of clothes and a little bit of money. He learned another of life\'s harsher truths then, that sometimes people mean the cruel things they say. It took a week of family members refusing to take his calls and finally, the cold impersonal voice stating that this number was no longer in service for Quatre to face that his family no longer wanted him. That was the moment that ice began to form around his heart, sealing away his emotions, prompting him to swear that no one would ever be allowed to hurt him again.
But it had been a fateful meeting with Lady Une that set the course Quatre\'s life would take. With almost no money left and only the backpack holding his few possessions, Quatre had been wandering the late night streets, praying for the courage to end his own life. The long black limo was the last thing he expected, nor the woman sitting in the back offering him a place to stay. Not caring about what might happen next, Quatre got into the car. It was several days later that Lady Une explained to him what she was. He was amazed to learn that she ran an escort service, with a large, as she put it, stable of young men and women. Those that chose to work for her got to travel the world, make huge amounts of money and have all the freedom they wanted.
With a wounded soul and heart encased in ice, Quatre accepted her offer, never looking back.
A year after his father had thrown him out, Rashid had shown up at the apartment where Quatre was living. The large man had been discharged from family service after continuing to beg the elder Winner to bring his son home, to make peace. After being fired, Rashid had proceed to track down his young master and offer his services as driver, bodyguard and caretaker. Angry at the callous treatment of such a faithful servant, Quatre agreed, coming to think of the large Arab not as a servant but as the only real family he had left.
All this had been ten years ago and not once in the entire time had he any contact with his family.
And now a single evening with a beautiful auburn-haired man was threatening the wall of ice that kept Quatre\'s heart from truly feeling. A moment of time with a man, who should have been nothing more then a job, was opening a wellspring of memories and emotions that could overwhelm him, if given half a chance. It could force him to face a past that was still an open, angry wound.
The voice of Rashid asking, \"Is everything alright, Master Quatre?\" pulled him from his painful recollections of the past and his encounter with Trowa Barton.
\"No, Rashid. Everything is not alright, it hasn\'t been alright for a long time. I think, my friend, that I have some serious soul-searching to do.\" Quatre answered, before turning and disappearing into the dark interior of the beach house.
It broke the Arab man\'s heart to see his young master like this. When he had first tracked down Quatre, Rashid was shocked and sickened to see what the young man was forced to do to survive. To have no choice but to sell his own body, to offer something so casually that should have been expressed between two people in love, it made the large Arab man wish for the elder Winner\'s death. At first he had begged Quatre to stop, saying that he would find a way to make enough money to keep them off the streets, but the man with haunted aqua eyes refused. He told Rashid that if he truly cared and wanted to stay with him, the other man would accept his decisions about his own life. Given no choice, Rashid swore he would protect Quatre with every fiber of his being and destroy any who brought more pain to this beautiful and gentle young man. He prayed to Allah that he would be able to keep his vow, now more then ever.
Trowa rolled over sleepily, reaching for his lover, but his hand found only empty space. Sitting up in bed, he searched the hotel room, hoping that Quatre had only stepped into the bathroom.
\"Quatre?\" He called out softly.
Silence was the reply he recieved. Flopping back on the bed, Trowa noticed a sheet of hotel stationery on the pillow next to him. Picking it up, he read.
Trowa,
I\'m sorry that I can\'t stay to see you awaken. Nothing would give me greater pleasure then to see those sexy green eyes open and look at me with such passion, but tonight was a once-in-a-lifetime dream. All too quickly real life would rear its ugly head, so I chose to leave now, taking with me the memory of your tender lips and hands, and that incredible body you made love to me with. And did I forget to mention the seductive growl in your voice that will haunt my dreams for a long time to come.
Perhaps if Allah and the fates are kind, you and I may meet again one day. If not, know that I will carry the memory of our short time together in my heart always.
Quatre
Trowa pulled the note close to his face, inhaling the lingering scent that was Quatre, all the while a single tear slid down his cheek.
TBC
OWARI
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: If I owned them, they would be very tired boys, but I don\'t! *pout*
Welcome back, Liz!
Thanks to all who tell me to keep going with this......*grin*
A special thanks to all who reviewed on AFF.net, it means more then I can say.
REPERCUSSIONS (sequel to Snake)
1/?
Quatre Winner sat in the back of the limo, watching as the city sped by. But he didn\'t really see anything, his mind was too focused on the past evening. It had seemed quite simple when Lady Une called him earlier. Quatre was being hired by one Duo Maxwell, to seduce his friend Trowa Barton. Go to the club, find the man whose picture Lady Une had faxed over, and make sure he had a night he would never forget. That was what he had been hired to do and he had done it.
But something had changed.
The blond man in the back of the stretch limo couldn\'t quite put his finger on what had changed, maybe it was the look in those beautiful emerald eyes or his silken touch. In Quatre\'s line of work, his pleasure was never the priority, only the client\'s. Granted, Trowa had had no idea that he was a professional. Still the man with soft auburn hair and intense green eyes had acted as if Quatre\'s pleasure was the most important thing in the world, holding off his own release until the blond achieved his. It was that act of tenderness that made it very hard for Quatre to keep his usual distance, to keep himself separated from his emotions.
The voice of his driver, Rashid, came over the intercom, \"Master Quatre, Lady Une is on the car phone for you.\"
\"Thank you, Rashid.\" Quatre replied as he picked up the reciever.
\"Yes, Lady Une.\"
\"I trust the job when well, Quatre?\" His business manager asked over the phone. Her voice could be either as soft and soothing as a rare wine or cold and deadly, like an arctic wind, it all depended on her mood. Tonight she was a rare wine.
\"Have you ever had any complaints about me, Lady?\"
Warm laughter played over the phone line, inviting Quatre to join in.
\"Quatre, my dear, you are one of the most popular escorts in the business and my biggest money-maker. You and I both know that nobody complains when it comes to the Angel.\"
He was glad that Lady Une couldn\'t see the disgusted look that came over his face at the mention of the hated nickname. Quatre wholeheartedly hated being called the Angel. It brought to mind a past that he tried with everything in him to forget. A mother\'s soft voice calling him her little angel. A father screaming that he was no angel but a devil with an angel\'s face.
\"Is there a reason for this call, Lady? I\'m tired and wish to go home, so if there is nothing you need me for.\" Quatre pressed, wanting to bring this troubling evening to a close.
\"I have a very important meeting set up for you tomorrow morning at 11:00am. So go home and get plenty of beauty sleep. Oh, and wear the outfit I purchased for you in Paris, Quatre dear.\" Her voice brooking no disobedience.
\"Fine, Lady. See you tomorrow.\" He said, hanging up the phone and leaning back in the plush seat.
\"Home, Master Quatre?\" Rashid asked.
\"Yes, Rashid, but not the apartment. I wish to go to the beach house.\"
Ten minutes later, Rashid pulled the limo into the driveway of Quatre\'s beachfront house. The house was set a good pace off the road, making it hard to find unless one knew where to look. With its quiet location and private beach, it was the perfect retreat for Quatre. Not even Lady Une knew about this place and the blond man intended to keep it that way. It was the one place where he could get completely away from the world he now was a part of. In no way was Quatre ashamed of the life he had built for himself, but he was not exactly proud of it either. The choices he made had been for the simple need to survive.
Getting out of the car, Quatre took a moment to breath in the salty sea air that drifted to him. For a few precious seconds, he felt the tension that had come with Lady Une\'s call leave him. But the relaxing of his guard allowed memories of his family to creep up on him.
Quatre Raberba Winner had at one time been the beloved heir to the Winner clan. He had lived all of his fifteen years surrounded by great wealth and the comforting love of his family. He had been his mother\'s little angel, his father\'s beloved heir and the Winner family\'s hope for the future. Quatre had been ignorant of some of life\'s harsher truths, such as families don\'t always accept you for who you are.
Sometimes they even throw you away because of who you are.
That was the cold bitter lesson that young Quatre learned the day his father came upon him and the stableboy together. Young Quatre had been perched on the lap of the half nude stableboy, his head thrown back, moaning in youthful passion as the other boy suckled and kissed his neck. It was his father\'s scream of rage that broke the passionate spell young Quatre had been under. Never had he seen such a killing rage in someone\'s eyes before. It was only the timely arrival of Rashid that kept the elder Winner from killing his only son. Calling his son foul names that Quatre himself had never heard before, the elder Winner had banished his son from the family and the family home.
Sure that his father would beg forgiveness for his cruel words once he calmed down, young Quatre fled the Winner mansion with a small backpack of clothes and a little bit of money. He learned another of life\'s harsher truths then, that sometimes people mean the cruel things they say. It took a week of family members refusing to take his calls and finally, the cold impersonal voice stating that this number was no longer in service for Quatre to face that his family no longer wanted him. That was the moment that ice began to form around his heart, sealing away his emotions, prompting him to swear that no one would ever be allowed to hurt him again.
But it had been a fateful meeting with Lady Une that set the course Quatre\'s life would take. With almost no money left and only the backpack holding his few possessions, Quatre had been wandering the late night streets, praying for the courage to end his own life. The long black limo was the last thing he expected, nor the woman sitting in the back offering him a place to stay. Not caring about what might happen next, Quatre got into the car. It was several days later that Lady Une explained to him what she was. He was amazed to learn that she ran an escort service, with a large, as she put it, stable of young men and women. Those that chose to work for her got to travel the world, make huge amounts of money and have all the freedom they wanted.
With a wounded soul and heart encased in ice, Quatre accepted her offer, never looking back.
A year after his father had thrown him out, Rashid had shown up at the apartment where Quatre was living. The large man had been discharged from family service after continuing to beg the elder Winner to bring his son home, to make peace. After being fired, Rashid had proceed to track down his young master and offer his services as driver, bodyguard and caretaker. Angry at the callous treatment of such a faithful servant, Quatre agreed, coming to think of the large Arab not as a servant but as the only real family he had left.
All this had been ten years ago and not once in the entire time had he any contact with his family.
And now a single evening with a beautiful auburn-haired man was threatening the wall of ice that kept Quatre\'s heart from truly feeling. A moment of time with a man, who should have been nothing more then a job, was opening a wellspring of memories and emotions that could overwhelm him, if given half a chance. It could force him to face a past that was still an open, angry wound.
The voice of Rashid asking, \"Is everything alright, Master Quatre?\" pulled him from his painful recollections of the past and his encounter with Trowa Barton.
\"No, Rashid. Everything is not alright, it hasn\'t been alright for a long time. I think, my friend, that I have some serious soul-searching to do.\" Quatre answered, before turning and disappearing into the dark interior of the beach house.
It broke the Arab man\'s heart to see his young master like this. When he had first tracked down Quatre, Rashid was shocked and sickened to see what the young man was forced to do to survive. To have no choice but to sell his own body, to offer something so casually that should have been expressed between two people in love, it made the large Arab man wish for the elder Winner\'s death. At first he had begged Quatre to stop, saying that he would find a way to make enough money to keep them off the streets, but the man with haunted aqua eyes refused. He told Rashid that if he truly cared and wanted to stay with him, the other man would accept his decisions about his own life. Given no choice, Rashid swore he would protect Quatre with every fiber of his being and destroy any who brought more pain to this beautiful and gentle young man. He prayed to Allah that he would be able to keep his vow, now more then ever.
Trowa rolled over sleepily, reaching for his lover, but his hand found only empty space. Sitting up in bed, he searched the hotel room, hoping that Quatre had only stepped into the bathroom.
\"Quatre?\" He called out softly.
Silence was the reply he recieved. Flopping back on the bed, Trowa noticed a sheet of hotel stationery on the pillow next to him. Picking it up, he read.
Trowa,
I\'m sorry that I can\'t stay to see you awaken. Nothing would give me greater pleasure then to see those sexy green eyes open and look at me with such passion, but tonight was a once-in-a-lifetime dream. All too quickly real life would rear its ugly head, so I chose to leave now, taking with me the memory of your tender lips and hands, and that incredible body you made love to me with. And did I forget to mention the seductive growl in your voice that will haunt my dreams for a long time to come.
Perhaps if Allah and the fates are kind, you and I may meet again one day. If not, know that I will carry the memory of our short time together in my heart always.
Quatre
Trowa pulled the note close to his face, inhaling the lingering scent that was Quatre, all the while a single tear slid down his cheek.
TBC
OWARI