I apologize for not putting the translation last chapter. I realize that it probably wouldn’t be that hard to figure out what it meant, but some of you might want the translation anyway:
Vous vraiment êtes un petit ange…
You (formal) really are a little angel…
Chapter 11
TQ
When I awoke the next morning, I was a bit sticky and uncomfortable, but thinking upon last night’s events - it was well worth it. I stretched, feeling some of my joints crack merrily, then it registered that I was the only one on the bed.
Sitting up, I looked around and noticed mon ange sitting at the small table, having a simple breakfast and reading the paper.
“Good morning,” I said as I got out of bed.
He looked over at me, and smiled, “Bon jour, Trowa.”
I smirked, he had an excellent accent. “Do you mind if I use your shower?” I asked as I disentangled myself from the sheets.
“Go right ahead,” he said, “If you don’t mind, may I please know your clothing sizes? I have clothes here because I come so often, but you don’t have an extra set of clothes. I was just about to call someone to bring you something suitable from the hotel gift shop.”
I blinked, “That’s not really necessary…” The look he gave me brooked no argument and I told him what he wanted to know. He could be such a pushy little thing. He then ushered me into the bathroom and left me to it, but not before he let me know that we had something very important to discuss when I got out.
I washed in the blissfully warm shower, basking in the memory of last night. If all this turned out to be a dream, it wouldn’t even matter. This was the happiest I’d been in a very long time.
Turning off the water, I dried myself off and wrapped myself in the terrycloth robe left for me. When I stepped out of the shower, Quatre beckoned me to sit in front of him and encouraged me to share the breakfast he’d ordered for us.
“How much will it take for you to not talk to the press about last night?” Quatre asked matter-of-factly causing me to nearly drop the piece of toast I was buttering up.
“E-excuse me?” I asked.
He folded the paper so as to show a certain section and showed it to me. “Who is Winner’s Mystery Man?” was the headline with a picture of us both leaving Maxwell’s opening. There was also a picture of us entering the hotel and a close-up of us holding hands. Scanning the article, there was plenty of speculation, but no concrete facts, but the idea that people followed us made my stomach turn.
“As you can see, we were spotted. I have a reputation to protect and I refuse to be stamped as a promiscuous and irresponsible man. So,” he leaned back in his chair, sipping his herbal tea, “how much is it going to cost me to keep last night out of the tabloids?”
I felt hurt. Really hurt by what he was saying. He thought I’d go blab to the press about last night? I read over the article again, this time a little more slowly when it dawned on me who I’d spent the night with. Right there in black and white, was a description of the man I had sitting before me. He was the richest man on earth and in the colonies, he had a corporate empire and he was the youngest multi-billionaire in corporate history.
Slowly, I put the paper down and looked back up at him. He had a right to be worried; it would be bad for business if the events of last night got out. He couldn’t afford to look irresponsible and I respected that.
“It won’t cost you anything, Mr. Winner.” I said, keeping my voice as neutral as possible, even if my heart was breaking. I was just a one-night-stand.
He shook his head and put his little teacup down on the table, “I can’t accept that.”
“Why?”
He looked at me with an almost pained expression, “If I can’t buy your discretion, I have no guarantee that you won’t talk to the press.”
“I won’t talk.”
“What do you want in exchange? Name your price.”
I looked down and took a sip from my glass of orange juice, “All I want is the chance to see you again.”
Apparently, that gave him pause. He stared at me with those beautiful eyes looking as though they were about ready to pop out of his head. “You know that you could have made a lot of money just then, don’t you?” I nodded. “And you still want to see me despite the fact that I just finished treating you like a prostitute?”
I shrugged, “I know what it’s like when you have to do things to keep your business going. I understand why you did what you did.”
He smiled at me and reached for my hand, “Remind me to thank Heero for introducing us.”
I smirked, “I will. So… does this mean I’ll get to see you again?”
“Most definitely.”
“Good.”
Heero POV
I woke up sticky and feeling generally dirty. As I got up, I noticed that yet again, Duo was not in bed with me. Sighing I went to my drawer, pulled out some fresh clothes and then hit the shower.
I felt delirious. Duo had touched me, he’d kissed me, he’d held me and I felt all the more special for it. I found I was more lost in my thoughts than I expected when I belatedly realized I was not the only one in the bathroom. I’d failed to notice the towel that was laid out, the water and steam from the shower, and the velvety voice coming from behind the curtain. It wasn’t until I’d stripped and pulled back the curtain, lost in my thoughts and came across the delectable visage of a wet, naked Duo that my awareness snapped back to the here and now.
“If you wanted to join me, you should have said so,” Duo purred, the surprise at being walked in on fading from his face instantly.
I suddenly felt embarrassed and tried to back away, but he wouldn’t let me. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the shower with him. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and his lips at my neck as the warm water cascaded down my skin, sensitizing every nerve end. I nearly melted into a puddle of goo at his feet.
“You don’t have to leave, Hee-chan. I rather like the company.”
I felt his lips on mine, his tongue teasing me until I granted it access. His taste was so uniquely Duo and so incredibly sweet that I let myself go. I draped my arms over his shoulders and began kissing back fervently. His hands meanwhile, strayed from their position around my waist to travel up my back and then back down, cupping my ass and caressing my thighs. The touch of his fingertips on my skin was enough to frazzle my thoughts and make me crave more of his caresses.
Suddenly, I felt something cool and slick against my backside. I tried to break the kiss to see what he was doing, but one of his hands had fisted in my hair and refused to let me break contact for more than an instant to catch my breath. Meanwhile, the other hand was teasing my entrance, his fingers demanding to be let in. He teased me and coaxed one of my legs to wrap around his waist as his fingers slipped into my body, stretching me.
Duo pressed my back against the shower wall and pinned my hands above my head with one of his, the stream of kisses never ending, intoxicating my senses. It wasn’t until I felt the blunt head of his erection that I began to panic. Was this really happening do me?
“Duo…” I moaned as he kissed my neck.
“Yes, Heero?”
“Don’t…” I gasped as I felt him pushing in. “… Stop…” I could feel it stretching me as he entered.
“Don’t worry, baby… I won’t.” With that, he pushed into me all the way, making me cry out, tears stinging my eyes. I wasn’t ready for this step yet.
“DUO!” I cried as he settled into me.
“Hee-chan…” He purred. His mouth captured mine and he began moving again. His hand released mine to grab hold of my hips, and even though I wanted to push him away, I held on to his shoulders for fear of falling. His hands had grabbed hold of my thighs and had forced my feet from their position on solid ground, leaving me no choice but to cling to his muscular body.
I wanted to hit him, to push him away, I wanted to stop this, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I wasn’t ready and yet, I didn’t want to hurt Duo by denying him again.
I felt Duo wrap a slicked hand around my own semi-hard erection and gasped as he brought it to complete attention. His hand teased me from without as his own hardened member teased me from within. All too soon, I came helplessly in his arms, choking back a sob that was muffled by the tongue that relentlessly invaded my mouth. It was moments later that I felt Duo release in me and a short while after that, he released me from my pinned position against the wall.
He helped clean me up, but never noticed the tears that slipped from my eyes and were washed away by the warm water of the shower.
Hate me yet? Good. What should I do to these poor boys next? Any suggestions?