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"Angel"Written By: Gypsie 1201 Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of
its characters, just borrowing for a while so please don't sue. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, AU, Lemon, Attempted NCS, OOC-ness,
TWT, Sap Pairings: 13x2, way background 3x4, 1xR Summary: After receiving a mission to infiltrate a high-class nightclub and make contact with an informer within OZ, Duo Maxwell was prepared for a very cut and dried assignment. However, he was not prepared for the person he meets to turn out to be the man of his dreams. What happens though when he finds out that the man he is rapidly falling in love with is none other than Treize Khushrenada, the leader of OZ. ’…’ thoughts "Angel "
The mission was by far one of the simplest he had ever received; infiltrate the “Heaven’s Door” nightclub as one of the servers, make contact with the OZ informer, and retrieve the information on the new mobile dolls. Then, leaving the club discreetly, he was to return to their current safe house before uploading the disk directly to Professor G. ‘A piece of cake’ Duo Maxwell thought especially since the club he would be infiltrating just happened to cater to the homosexual community and being a young homosexual himself, he should have absolutely no trouble blending in. The other gundam pilots however were anything but thrilled about his new mission. They all agreed that the mission specs were simple enough, but it also left them with a growing apprehension that it was entirely too simple. Trying to dissuade the eager pilot of Deathscythe Hell however, was an impossibility in itself and unfortunately, the more they tried the angrier the braided pilot became. “We’re just worried about you, Duo.” Quatre said following one of Duo’s angry outbursts. “No, you’re trying to fucking baby me.” the violet-eyed teen sneered. “I’m a damn Gundam pilot too, in case you forgot, and I can handle this just fine.” “Duo,” Heero began, a glare set firmly on his face. “going in without backup is not acceptable, no matter how easy the mission appears to be.” “Listen, G said I wouldn’t need backup for this and I damn well won’t be using any.” Duo stated as calmly as he possibly could through clenched teeth. “Now get the fuck off my ass about it.” “Duo--“ “No, Fei, I appreciate that you’re all worried about me, I really do. But this is my mission and I’ll complete it on my own.” the longhaired pilot said firmly. “Besides, you’ve each got your own missions to be worrying about. Don’t court trouble by nosing into mine.” “All right, Duo.” Trowa said with a pointed look at the other three pilots; he could see the arguments still shining in their eyes. “We’ll let you handle this one on your own. However, you will carry a com unit and if anything happens, you will use it to let us know, understood?” Bristling sharply at the sound of command in the auburn-haired teen’s voice, Duo none-the-less nodded his head curtly in agreement, knowing it was the only way they were going to let him out of the house. He knew in his heart that the others were only trying to look out for him and while he was touched by their show of caring, something he had not had much of in his up till then short life; he was also extremely annoyed that he seemed to be the only one they acted this way toward. When they had first met up and started working together, he and Quatre had been the smallest of the group and by some unspoken agreement; the other three had automatically taken it upon themselves to watch over them. Since then though, Quatre had had a growth spurt, something that due to his upbringing on the L2 colony was not going to happen in the braided teen’s near future. This of course left him as the unofficial baby of the group and meant he was watched even more closely by the others, which up until that point was easy since all their missions had been team based. However, this particular mission was given to Duo as a solo and that fact was playing on the others’ protective instincts in a big way. Sighing deeply, the longhaired teen allowed some of his anger to drain away, knowing it would only cause more problems if he held on to it. “I don’t want you guys to worry so much.” he said softly. “I promise I’ll be careful ok?” With that said, the impromptu meeting finally broke up as the longhaired pilot trudged up the stairs to the bedroom he shared with his best friend, Heero, to change his clothes. He had just finished tying up his boots when the dark-haired pilot of Wing Zero entered the room. “You’re not going out like that.” Heero stated with a glare as he appraised the boy’s outfit. Skin-tight black leather pants rode low on his hips while a dark purple shirt fit him like a second skin and only reached his navel, leaving his stomach mostly uncovered. His favorite pair of black combat boots adorned his feet and to top it all off, he had pulled his hair back in a high ponytail as opposed to his usual braid. Overall, Heero had to admit even though he did not swing that way, the boy looked like a walking wet dream. “This is what the servers at the club are required to wear Heero, so don’t start.” Duo said simply as he slipped a leather choker around his neck that resembled a dog collar complete with metal ring. “Then put something on over top.” Heero growled, crossing his arms over his chest. The thought of Duo being in a club full of pedophilic and horny old men dressed like that had him despising the mission even more as he felt his stomach turn. After all, a person would have to be completely blind not to see that Duo Maxwell was incredibly beautiful. “Heero, just get ready for your date and let me worry about what I have to do; you don’t want to keep Relena waiting after all.” Duo said with a wink as he sauntered out the bedroom door, popping his head back inside a moment later. “And tell Lena I said hi and thanks for the shampoo, it’s the best stuff I’ve ever used. Ta-ta.” Moving through the house quickly, Duo managed to avoid running into the other pilots since he really did not want to deal with another argument concerning his mission. On the way out the door, he only stopped long enough to grab his long trench coat and slip in on, then walking briskly across the front porch and down the steps; he jumped on his motorcycle and tore out of the drive. It was nearly a twenty-minute drive to the club and since he did not have to be there for another hour, he decided to make a quick stop at an all-night drug store along the way to pick up some eyeliner and lip-gloss, which he deftly applied using the side mirror on his bike. He smiled as he appraised the effect the makeup had, liking the way the liner accentuated his wide violet eyes. Then climbing back on his bike, he continued on to the club. As it was, he still arrived a bit early as he pulled his bike into the side alley, checking the area over while familiarizing himself with the layout just in case something went wrong and he needed to leave quickly. Satisfied, he removed the com unit from his coat pocket and frowned sharply at its size. While not exactly large, the unit was not by any terms small either. He knew there was no way he could hide it within his already skin tight clothing without someone noticing it and he knew if that happened the mission would be compromised. However, a wave of guilt washed through him at the thought of leaving it behind on the bike since he knew beyond a doubt that the others would be severely disappointed if they found out. Therefore, wrinkling his nose at the thing’s size, he put it back in his pocket. “With any luck, they’ll have somewhere I can stash the coat that no one will notice it.” he said to himself as he approached the front door and knocked loudly. After only a few seconds, the metal door was opened and he found himself staring up at possibly the largest man he had ever seen. The muscles in the man’s arms and chest would have made Heero look like a wimp while Trowa would have felt like a dwarf standing next to him. “Can I help you?” the man said, his voice surprisingly gentle given his size. “I hope so.” the longhaired pilot offered with a huge smile after shaking off his shock. “I’m the new server.” “Ah, Mr. Jones told me you’d be arriving soon. My name is Mick and I’m one of the bouncers.” the man explained as he led the boy into the club. “I guess that mean you’re the one who gets to save my a… tail if things get out of hand.” Duo said, catching himself at the last second. He had been warned that vulgar language was not tolerated at the exclusive club so he would have to keep a close watch on his tongue that night. “That’s right. Although, with our clientele, it’s rare that my services are needed.” Mick explained before giving the boy an appraising look since Duo had finally removed the covering coat, draping it over a nearby chair. “However, we’ve never had a server who looked quite like you before either.” Blushing deeply, Duo tied on his flirtiest smile and winked at the bouncer. “I’m sure you say that to all the boys.” “Actually, he doesn’t.” a voice said from in front of them, causing Duo to turn his attention toward the man standing in the doorway to what appeared to be an office. He was dressed in a smart business suit with short black hair that was neatly styled and narrow green eyes. Stepping forward, the man extended his hand for Duo to shake while raking his eye over the teen’s body. “I’m Martin Jones, the owner of “Heaven’s Door” and you must be Angel. You come very well recommended and I must say they did not exaggerate about your beauty.” “Um, well, thanks.” Duo said, ducking his head in embarrassment. “Now, don’t be shy. I have a feeling you’ll receive more than a few such compliments before the night is through.” Jones said with a smile, he could almost see the profits rise just looking at the boy, especially with such an important client coming that night. “Well now, let’s get you settled and give you a quick tour before we open shall we?” “Thanks.” Duo smiled and grabbed his coat before following the man as he showed him the ins and outs of the club as well as explaining exactly what his duties were to be. By the time the doors opened an hour later, the violet-eyed boy was fully prepared, or at least he thought he was. ******************** Walking into the exclusive nightclub while casually surveying the surroundings, Treize Khushrenada was the picture of calm elegance. His ginger hair was neatly styled and along with his expensive Armani suit, it set him off even from the obviously wealthy patrons within the establishment. Giving the young man who had arrived in front of him a smile, he was quickly shown to his requested table in the far back corner of the room, easily concealing himself in the shadows. “Your server for tonight will be with you very soon.” the young man offered as he bowed to the general before turning to leave. As he waited, Treize let his eyes drift around the room, taking in the slightly larger crowd than normal as well as the increase in young men walking between the tables carrying drinks and such. He was so engrossed by his observations that he failed to notice the slight form that came up on his right side within a few minutes of his sitting down. “Good evening, I’ll be your server for tonight.” a sultry alto voice stated causing his head to turn toward the sound where he found himself looking into the most beautiful pair of eyes he had ever seen; eyes that were so blue they looked violet. He was also entranced to see that the beauty did not stop there, as he allowed his eyes to wander over the lithe figure standing before him. A slender yet masculine chest was wrapped in tight violet silk and led to incredibly long legs fitted in black leather. Finally dragging his stare back to the boy’s gamine face, he saw the bright smile being directed at him and nearly felt himself blush from being caught checking the young man over. “It’s alright, sir.” the beauty said at seeing his embarrassment, his smile never faltering. “You’re not the first tonight to have taken a look.” “I guess as long is all they did was look, then I can be happy.” he purred, regaining his composure and returning the boy’s smile. “Might I ask the name of such a lovely creature?” “Angel.” Duo answered as he felt himself blush for only the second time that night. He did not know what was so different about this man but he could feel his heart beating faster. As the owner had predicted, he had received several compliments from the customers he had been assigned to serve and a few had even hinted at more but none had affected him to the point this one was with only a look. “A truly appropriate name.” the OZ general stated as he took the boy’s free hand in his own and kissed the back, drawing a sharp gasp from the beauty’s lips. “Uh, th… thanks.” the violet-eyed pilot stammered, his whole body flushing at the act. “Wh… what would you like?” ‘You, on the table, naked.’ Treize’s mind supplied helpfully, the vision it brought causing his cock to harden instantly. However, he knew that such forwardness would more than likely frighten the already flustered boy so instead he ordered a gin and tonic, treating himself to the sight of that tight little ass encased in leather as well as the nearly knee length sway of chestnut hair when the boy turned to walk away. No sooner had the vision registered in his mind though than he suddenly froze, his eyes widening in shock. ‘Violet eyes, long chestnut hair. My god, it’s pilot 02.’ ******************** Duo rapidly felt his agitation and frustration increase as the night progressed. For nearly three long hours, he had worked his assigned tables and the only thing he had received so far was a sore ass from all the pinches and slaps. Picking up his next order at the bar, he saw it was a gin and tonic meaning he would be delivering to the table in the far back corner, instantly causing a shiver to travel the length of his spine at the thought of the man sitting at that table. Unlike the other patrons of the club, the man had not tried to feel him up nor had he made any estimation about his abilities. However, the looks that the man had been giving him all night were more than enough to make him hard and the way his hands caressed the glass made Duo long to know what they would feel like on his bare skin. Quickly shaking those thoughts from his mind, the longhaired pilot smoothly made his way across the room, receiving yet another pinch when he inadvertently passed too close to one of the other tables. Biting back the curse as well as the desire to punch the man who had done it, he continued toward the far corner. “Here you go.” he said with a smile, which by that time had become quite forced, as he sat the drink down on the table. “Just let me know if you want anything else.” “Angel.” Treize called as the boy began to walk away, grabbing one slender wrist and stifling a groan at the feel of silky smooth skin beneath his fingertips. “I would like to see the stars in your eyes.” Gasping sharply, Duo’s eyes grew impossibly wide and he had to grab for the tray as it slipped from his hand at finally hearing the code phase his informant was supposed to use when he was ready to talk. The fact that the gorgeous man before him was the one who had uttered those words sent his heart to beating wildly and he found himself wracking his brain desperately for the counter phase. “I would like to see the moon in your tears.” he finally answered. “So, it is you.” the ginger-haired man said softly so no one else could hear, his blood pressure rising at the thought of spending time with this beautiful young man. “I had hoped but I didn’t want to assume.” Once again, Duo felt the butterflies flutter madly in his stomach at realizing the man actually wanted him to be his contact. “Yup, so how do we do it? The exchange I mean.” he added quickly, blushing at the implications his first statement carried. Of course, Treize’s mind was more than happy to supply several examples of how it could be done, however none of them pertained to actually passing the information he carried. Ignoring his already aching erection, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to the teen. “Give this to the bartender, he’ll tell you what to do from there.” Feeling disappointed that their meeting was complete, Duo none-the-less nodded and returned to the bar to finish his mission, wishing he could have spent more time with the gorgeous man. Upon his arrival, he passed the note to the bartender as directed then waited for his instructions. However, instead of giving him the information he had been sent to retrieve, the man mixed another gin and tonic before placing it on Duo’s tray. “Take this back to his table.” the bartender explained at the teen’s perplexed look. “Since he’s requested for you to act as his private server for the rest of the evening, you can stay there until he says otherwise.” Duo felt his heart flip in his chest at realizing he was not only being released from working the floor but he would be sitting with the blue-eyed man for the rest of the night as well. Nodding happily, he picked up his tray and started toward the table. He was almost halfway across the room when he found his path blocked by a very large man and moving to the side, he tried to edge past but was cut off before he could take a step. “Excuse me please, but I have to deliver this order.” he said politely as he tried moving past the man once again. “I have a better order for you to fill.” the man leered before knocking the tray out of Duo’s hand and pulling the teen flush against his body. From different sides of the room, Treize and Mick both began moving toward the longhaired teen. However, the man’s friends, who turned out to be as drunk as he was, were in the mood for a show and quickly moved to intercept the two would be rescuers. “Let me go.” Duo demanded darkly as he tried squirming out of the man’s grasp. He knew he was no featherweight when it came to holding his own in a fight; but the man currently pawing him was nearly a foot taller and at least a hundred pounds heavier than him. “Now, don’t be that way baby. Me and you are going to have a little fun.” the man said, running a slimy tongue over his ear and tightening his arm, nearly cutting off the longhaired boy’s air. “Motherfucker, get your hands off me!” the violet-eyed pilot snapped as he drew back to punch the man in the face. However, before his fist could connect, something hard hit him in the back of the head and he felt darkness overtake him as he slip into unconsciousness. As he began to come around again, Duo could not tell how long he had been out for, but the feel of the cool wood of the table under his back as well as the man’s beefy hand as it slid inside his shirt proved it could not have been more than a few minutes. Eyes snapping open as desperation finally set in, he began fighting frantically to free himself. However, he quickly found that both wrists had been effectively pinned to the table and his legs were completely useless with the man standing between them and leaning over him. Smiling viciously, the man ruthlessly ground his hard cock into him, making him cry out involuntarily from the sudden pain while fear that he had not known for many years gripped his heart, stilling his struggles as his whole body froze. His smile growing at sensing the longhaired beauty’s surrender, the man bent down and kissed the boy hard, forcing his lips apart to slide his slimy tongue inside the teen’s mouth while at the same time, he began rocking his hips in mimicry of what he had planned, drawing a whimper from Duo’s throat. “Stop, please.” Duo begged when the man finally drew back, the shame of his helplessness finally becoming too much to bear. “Please, let me go.” “Oh yeah, I like it when you beg baby. Let me hear that sweet little mouth of yours scream.” Feeling the tears begin to slide down the sides of his face, Duo closed his eyes and tried his best to ignore the feel of the man’s hand as it started pulling at the lacings on his pants, knowing he would not be able to stop him. Then suddenly, the man’s weight and hands were gone, leaving him to curl into a ball on the top of the table while sounds of fighting went on around him; his mind retreating deep inside since it was unable to witness his own rape. When a hand gently touched his shoulder a few minutes later however, he snapped around and swung blindly at his assailant. Instead of making contact with flesh though, his wrist was caught in a strong hand, causing him to turn frightened violet eyes toward the person only to find piercing blue staring back at him. “It’s alright now Angel.” the ginger-haired man cooed softly to the traumatized boy on the table. At the sound of the older man’s voice, Duo gave a strangled sob before launching himself into the man’s arms, shaking violently as shock began to set in. Gently stroking a hand along the boy’s trembling back; Treize whispered softly in his ear, “Shh, you’re safe now.” Knowing he needed to remove the longhaired pilot from
the situation quickly, he slipped one arm under the boy’s knees
before lifting the slight figure to his chest. Then, looking toward
the bouncer who was standing on the far side of the table, he gave
the man a nod of thanks. “I’ll take him home.” he stated
and luckily, the man did not argue. Of course, the way the teen was
clinging to him more than likely proved that he was trustworthy.
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