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" Dangerous Affairs "Written By: Ryouga Disclaimer: I do not own the Gundam boys or any other character from the series. Warnings: Lemon, lime, angst, rape, abuse, foul language, AU, OOC Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4, 3xR Rating: NC 17 Author: Ryouga Summary: Treize Kushrenada runs an elite detective agency and Ace detectives Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell are assigned the task of bringing a serial killer to justice. Quatre Winner is a young trainee under the ever-watchful eye of Wu Fei Chang. When good meets bad and love enters the equation, it becomes a dangerous affair. Author’s note: This arc will officially be known as the ‘Retribution and Atonement’ arc
"Dangerous Affairs"
Dangerous Affairs 12/?
Heero’s mind worked over time. He went over and over the conversations with the rape victims and their families and those of the families of the deceased in his mind. Duo had been right; they were missing something, something that could shed a lot more light on the case; he could feel it. He felt a little guilty for ordering Duo not to say a word on the subject when he was sitting there thinking about it. He threw a quick sideways glance at his lover to see what he was doing, only to find him looking back at him. “What?” they echoed in synchronized perfection. “Nothing.” Another unified reply. Silence… Heero sighed as they pulled into the car park of their first destination of the night. He parked the car and turned the engine off. Unclipping his seatbelt he turned to address his lover, “I guess we’re both having trouble switching off when it comes to this case. Sorry, Duo, if I sometimes come across as a hard-core asshole.” Duo smiled reassuringly at Heero, “It’s ok, Heero. I understand; I don’t know how you keep up with everything sometimes though. I don’t think I even deserve the title ‘Ace Detective’. The only reason I get called that is because I’m partnered with you; but you’re the Ace Detective, Heero, not me.” “I’m sorry, Duo,” Heero apologized sincerely. He had never meant for Duo to be catapulted into this kind of attention. Living up to the name of ‘Ace Detective’ wasn’t exactly a dream come true. One slight detail out of place and the mob would lynch you as fast as praise you. “Hell, Heero, I’m not worried about that, I’m quite content to follow where ever you may lead. It's enough just for me to know that you're by my side everyday.” Leaning over, Heero placed a soft lingering kiss to his lover's lips. As much as Duo could be a bit of a rebel, his heart was as big as the sun itself. Breaking the kiss, he smiled at the bewildered look on Maxwell's face. “W, what was that for?” “You say the sweetest things sometimes, Duo.” Duo suitably blushed. Heero grinned and exited the car, “If you want food, lover of mine, I suggest you move that cute butt of yours from out of the car and into the restaurant.” Duo scrambled out of the car, pulling a face at Heero who was smirking at him mischievously as he locked the car. At least for tonight they could spend some time on each other instead of the case. ~*~ Wu Fei glanced at his bedside clock as he dried his hair and toweled the rest of himself down. He would have just enough time to get dressed have a coffee and head off to Treize's place. He looked up and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and made a face, making a mental note to himself to head on down to the gym this weekend. It seemed he had been neglecting his body lately and a little toning up was in order. Sighing, he headed over to his walk-in-robe and slid the door aside. Rummaging through his clothes, Wu Fei finally decided on his black jeans and a red collared T-shirt. After dressing himself, Wu Fei grabbed his socks and sneakers and sat back on his bed whilst he put them on. He idly wondered if he was under dressing a little, but Treize had said casual, he just hadn’t stated how casual. Making sure that his shoelaces were securely fastened, he exited his room and headed for the kitchen. Glancing at his wall clock he sighed. Looked like coffee was out of the question. He mentally chastised himself for not preparing his clothes earlier, then grabbed his car keys from the kitchen table, flew past the refrigerator to the small box freezer, opened it, yanked out the desert he had purchased earlier, kicked the door shut and bee lined it for the front door, opening it, exiting the house and then turning around to make sure he’d locked it, pulled it closed again. He made his way over to his car and placed the dessert onto the roof of it while he unlocked it. He opened his door, retrieved the dessert from the top of the car and climbed into the driver’s seat, placing the dessert onto the passenger seat. Minutes later the engine roared into life and Wu Fei was on his way. ~*~ Barton reached out his hand, tentatively placing it onto the door of his room. The silence was deafening as he edged closer to the room, his hand now resting on the doorknob. With only the sound of his breathing audible, he swung the door open and stopped dead in his tracks. “What the hell are you doing here? He snarled as he swiftly moved into his darkened room, flinging open the curtains. I wish you’d damn well ring before just showing up here, Catherine.” He turned and was about to let fly when he realized the woman he had just addressed was sprawled out across his bed; naked “That’s no way to treat a guest, Trowa,” the young woman replied. “Especially one who hasn’t seen the love of her life for almost two weeks.” “Ten days to be exact. I’m not the love of your life, I belong to no one and I’ve told you before about turning up here unexpectedly.” Barton surveyed the floor and found the woman’s clothes, picked them up and threw them at her. “You think too much of yourself, Catherine. Now get dressed and stop acting like a slut.” “Harsh words for some one who couldn’t get enough of me ten days ago,” the young woman replied, a smug look on her face. Barton ignored her. “I got your message on the answering machine. I was going to ring you,” he replied monotonously The young woman sat up gathering her clothes about her. “How many times have I heard that; Trowa Barton?” Trowa stepped forward and grabbed her by the chin, pulling her face closer to his. “I suggest that you remember your place, Catherine.” The young woman smirked as she pulled away from the adamant young man before her. “You know that doesn’t work on me, Trowa, so I suggest you drop the high and mighty ‘I’m in charge attitude’. I’m not your little fuck slut like Catalonia.” “So stop acting like one then.” “Look who’s blowing hot air out of their ass,” the young woman retaliated. “I’m not the one who turns up on your door step all hours of the night for a roll in the hay because my cock needs attention.” Trowa sneered, a sarcastic grin on his face and tone in his voice, “That would be because you don’t have one, my dear sister.” “I’m only your sister because my mother married your father. I never have borne nor will I bear the same last name as you, which is probably best, other wise your fucking me would be very much frowned upon if it came to light.” “And I’d care because...?” Catherine sighed and got up from the bed, dropping her clothes to the floor again. Standing in front of the handsome young man she traced a finger down over his chest, her hand resting on his abdomen. “You’re insatiable Trowa Barton, you wouldn’t care, I think you’d fuck me just the same.” Trowa placed an arm around her waist and leaned into her. “Maybe.” Catherine shuddered as his warm breath softly wafted over her ear; she closed her eyes and waited in anticipation of what was to come, but as she was suddenly pushed to the floor, shocked, she realized that it wasn’t what she had expected to happen. “What the fuck was that for, you asshole?” Again Trowa picked up the discarded clothes and threw them at her. “I haven’t got time for this. I’m heading out for the evening and I really don’t want you to ruin my chances of getting some cock tonight by hanging all over me. I’m heading for the shower and I want you dressed and out of here before I’m done.” He turned abruptly and left the girl on the floor nursing a sore backside and wounded pride. ~*~ Quatre walked down Maine Street stopping every now and again to admire the various ways that people had set their gardens out. He took mental notes of the ones he liked the most and made another mental note to himself to somehow work them all in together when he finally decided to get his lazy butt into gear and do his own garden up. He was awoken from his delusions of wondrous gardens of grandeur by the sound of a car honking its horn from the road beside him. He glanced over at it and then turned away as he didn’t recognize the driver. That reason alone signaled to him that the attention was obviously meant for some one else and he continued on his way. “Hey, blondie, can I give you a lift somewhere?” Quatre stopped dead in his tracks. Ok, maybe the driver had wanted his attention. He turned to see the owner of the brazen voice getting out of the car and heading his way. “Do I know you at all?” he asked curiously as the burly framed man walked up to him. “I’ve seen you hanging around the place, noticed that you frequent the same gay haunts as me,” he replied “Oh? Is that so?” Quatre asked tentatively. “Yeah and I’ve kinda taken a shine to you and that pert little ass of yours,” came the sleazy reply. “Ahh. Well it’s, um, nice of you to say so.” Quatre slowly started to back away. “Anyway, thanks for the offer, but I’m fine, and besides, I prefer to walk, it’s good exercise.” He continued to move slowly away. “I know another form of exercise and it’s a lot more fun than just walking,” the sleaze counter replied as his hand reached down and fondled his erection through his trousers, eyes following Quatre’s every move. Quatre swallowed. It was starting to get dark and he was still a few blocks away from his point of destination. He glanced around hoping to find help, but there was no one. “C’mon, blondie. Don’t ya wanna have some fun with me? Don’t you want to feel my hard, hot cock up your tight little ass?” “Sorry, I’m not interested and besides I’m meeting up with a friend at the next corner.” Quatre turned and started to walk faster. The footsteps echoing his, made Quatre’s heart pound frantically and as he heard the jerk getting closer behind him he began to run. So did the sleaze. Quatre ran as fast as his legs could carry him but the sleaze kept up the pace. In the hope of running into a crowded area, Quatre darted down an alleyway he used to use to take short cuts into the town, only to be confronted by a dead end. Quatre’s face dropped; there was no longer an exit only a wall. His only route of escape was back the way he came. He turned around to run, but it was too late. There in front of him stood his nemesis, an evil look on his face. As the sleaze walked towards him, Quatre’s mind went into panic mode and he could only bring one terrifying thought to mind as the sound of a zipper being undone resounded in his ears. Would he be the killer’s next victim? ~ * ~
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