Disclaimer: Don't own so please don't sue, just borrowing the boys for a bit.
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x?
Story: Duo is having a really bad day, but he jumps at the chance to come work at Club Blue. Heero is a model, who just may get more then he barged for when he comes home for a visit.
Author's Note: Well here is indeed a new story, I really like this one. Got the idea after reading a manga, not going to say which one you can guess if you want. Anyways I really like the story and how it's fleshing out. It's funny, and angsty all at the same time. This time it does indeed have a plot line, and it is going somewhere so enjoy. I'll try to update but work is getting so busy right now as Christmas approaches.
Model Behaviour
1st Night – Breaking Up is the Worst
"Your no son of mine…" the fist that connected with his face snapped his head sideways. "Please stop," a tear soaked voice sobbed from the corner. The small figure said nothing, cold blues fastened on the adult standing in front of him. The dark red mark stark against his childishly beautiful face. Thick fists connected with him again and again. The child never made a sound, "Please…please stop." The other called throwing his small on top of the now prone figure. There was a pained cry as a well-buffed shoe connected with the blonde figure. "You make me sick," he sneered adjusting his tie, and smoothing back his greased hair. Turning on his heels he left the room slamming the door.
The sound of sobbing echoed in small room, "Shhh…come on now Quatre, don't cry like that." The voice was slurred, thick, "Heero," he sobbed into the chest beneath him. The small figure lying on the floor was hovering on the brink of unconsciousness. "It's ok, we will be ok." Light blue eyes met darker blue, a soft hand stroked blonde hair as the pair lay quiet on the floor. Where one was fair, the other was dark. Despite the difference the pair where brothers sharing the same father. The man who had just departed the room; the man who had just beaten him.
"Will we ever be free of him?" Came the terrified voice from the fair-headed one, "Yeah, one day Quat." He said, his throat hurt from holding back his own tears. At the tender age of ten the pair lived in constant fear of the man who had fathered them. "One day," he whispered again.
14 years later…
"Sir? Quatre?" Gentle fingers removed the still smoking cigarette from slack lips. Stubbing the white stick out in the onyx ashtray. "Wha?" Light blue eyes fringed with thick lashes blinked open slowly behind the wire framed glasses. "You fell asleep sir," came the soft voice again. Beautifully full lips quirked in a smile ,"Did I?" long slender arms wrapped around the other man pulling their faces close. "Trowa," the blonde said softly kissing the other hard and fast. They parted hooded green eyes looking questioningly at his boss and lover. "Bad memories," Quatre whispered kissing him again. Releasing Trowa he sagged back in his leather chair watching as his tall secretary knelt gracefully before him. Slender fingers removing overpriced shoes and socks, barefoot the seated man pushed against the others shoulder smiling. "Make me forget?"
Talented fingers moved up to his pants unzipping the expensive dress pants, pulling them lower. The Quatre removed his tie and dress shirt, he didn't know what had sparked the memories tonight. Nostalgia? Overwork? Whatever it was he would deal with it later, for now all he wanted to do loose himself for a while. All thoughts halting as he was lifted, seated at the edge of his desk wrapping long thin legs around his lover.
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"Duo, you're a nice guy but…" violet eyes began to sting. Deep down he had known this was coming, he shouldn't have been surprised; but it was hurting already. "I mean we had fun right? It was good while it lasted." The black haired man in front of him was looking anywhere but at Duo. "But…but David we've been together since high school. Since I was sixteen…" he felt his breath hitching. David who was now pushing thirty shrugged, "Yeah, I know but Duo…your not really my type anymore."
Those unusual purple eyes closed in pain, they had come to the crux of his problem. When he and David had first met Duo had been barley out of boyhood slender, and petite he'd been shy, unsure. David had fallen for him, Duo's first for everything. David was into cosplay, he had been turned on by cute, slender Duo who would dress up for him. In the last couple years unfortunately, Duo a late bloomer had begun to grow. Now standing a tall six three now, his shoulders had widened, gaining weight and filling out. In an effort to loose some of this new weight and slim down he'd hit the gym, only succeeding in piling on muscle.
Now sitting in the bustling coffee shop, in a tight white tank and work out pants. David his shorter, slim lover, pushed his glasses up sighing. "Look Duo I don't want this to be messy, but I've met someone else and I would like you to move out." Duo's jaw dropped, "But where-" David cut him off standing up, "You can pick up your stuff tomorrow. It was fun while it lasted." With that he was gone, leaving a stunned, Duo still sitting in frozen disbelief. Tears began to spill from wide eyes, he wiped at them with large hands.
"Ouch that was harsh," A well dressed man sat in front of him. He was wearing a suit, without a tie, the top buttons undone. His long black hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, designer sun glasses sat atop his head. He gave off a casual sophisticated air, "Sorry…" Duo mumbled not sure why he was apologizing, sniffing he tried to stem the tears falling. There was a deep laugh from the other man, "What are you planning to do now?" Duo shrugged, he was all of twenty years old alone in the city. He'd come with David, an orphan from birth he had no one, anywhere…that thought alone brought on a fresh wave of sadness. "Hey now," the suave man said, patting his hand. "What's your name?" Duo wiped his nose, "Duo Maxwell, nice to meet you." He said voice thick, holding out a hand "Wufei Chang, pleased to meet you." Dark eyes drifted over the boy, he was striking. A diamond in the rough one would say, his physic was fantastic, well muscled not an ounce of fat on him. His face was strong, masculine, but his eyes where beautiful.
"So Duo, you just got kicked out anywhere to go? Any job?" He shook his head, eyes downcast. He didn't really have any skills, he'd dropped out of high school to go with David young and naïve. Wufei smiled, he was exactly what boss was looking for, the exact type. "Duo, I may have an answer for you." His perfect white teeth, a contrast to his caramel coloured skin.
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"Sir?" Quatre looked up from his paper work, light blue eyes focusing on his secretary, "Yes Trowa?" The tall man set the cup of tea by his arm, "Wufei had someone to introduce to you." He pulled off his glasses rubbing tired eyes, "Right, show him in." Trowa moved silently to the door showing the men in, Quatre nodded to his number one, eyes calculating behind the frames as he looked the other over. He was tall, thick and well muscled. A bronzed hard body apparent even under the white undershirt. His crowning glory was a mane of caramel coloured hair, pulled back in a braid falling to what had to be his lower back.
"Who's your friend Wufei?" Quatre asked softly smiling encouragingly at the young man. "Duo Maxwell, he's had a bit of a rough morning." Standing slowly the blonde waved them over to the other side of the large office settling in the big leather easy chair, Wufei taking the other, Duo settling on the couch. "Tea and coffee, please Trowa," he called sipping his own weak tea still studying the other, "So Duo what happened?"
Duo was hesitant at first, but began to spill just happy someone wanted to listen. The blond man was well dressed, a charcoal suit with a red tie he cut a striking figure. His coat had been shed and the white dress shirt had been rolled up to his elbows. The vest accented his slender form, but Duo knew instantly he was not a man to be crossed. Finished his retelling leaving out just why he'd been broken up with, he waited quietly wondering what was to happen.
"Duo, did Wufei explain to you what this place is?" There was a hesitant nod from the young man, "A gentleman's club," he said softly. Quatre nodded, Trowa who'd returned with the coffee stood quietly nearby. "The Winner Company covers several different things. I own a couple of dance clubs, boutiques, and this particular club called Blue. It's a discreet men's dating service." Quatre stood now moving to the window, "Our service can be anything from company on dates, to full service." He said quietly, "All of our would be patrons are thoroughly screened. I want you to know this Duo; this is not a house of ill repute. It is a club that caters a very select clientele." The long haired man nodded, "Wufei here is our number one." The black haired man saluted sipping his coffee.
"Duo I would gladly offer you job. You would live here in the building like many of our hosts. You would train with Wufei, polish you up so to speak." He turned away from the window, "Your type is in high demand at the moment." Duo's head was spinning, his type? An escort? "I don't want you to rush into anything…" Quatre smiled at him. "It's a big decision." Duo swallowed, he had nothing else. This was like a godsend; he glanced to Wufei looking calm and cool…like someone David would love again. "I want to do it." He blurted out, "I want to." Quatre blinked, "Well then, Wufei I leave him to you." It was a dismissal, a polite one.
The pair took their leave, Quatre watching until the door closed behind them. "What do you think Trowa?" the blonde felt a comforting hand settle on his shoulder, "I know how much you hate it." He said softly place a kissing on the pale neck; Quatre closed his eyes leaning to the side to give him more access. "Guess we will wait and see."
Wufei lead them to the fifteenth floor, "So tonight you'll join me down in the club get the lay of the land." He gestured to a door, "This is your room for now, I'll have a suit sent up for you." Turning he began to walk away, "I'm down the hall, and if I where you I would get some sleep. It's going to be a late night." Duo watched him leave before heading into the large room, taking a deep breathe he collapsed into a comfy chair. Burying his face in his hands, mind reeling what had he gotten into?
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"That's a wrap!" The photographer yelled, the model sitting spread legged in the chair stood slowly unfolding his six four frame. "Fantastic Heero," his manger rushed over. Blue tooth in his ear, "Your fabulous, one more shoot this week, a commercial and you're on break for a couple of months." The tall figure grunted moving towards the dressing area. A ringing had his manger answering the small thing in his ear. Moving into the curtained area he began to strip pausing to glance in the full-length mirror, he'd gotten thinner lately his manger would be pissed. Not that he'd meant too, he'd just been so busy lately his eating had been erratic.
He had been in Italy now for almost two months working on various shoots. He was a top model, one of the most sought after male models in the world as bizarre as that was. He was tall, his body lithe, well defined muscles but not bulky. He was the ideal, perfectly proportioned, his hair was chocolate coloured shaggy and casually messy brushed his shoulders. His eyes where a deep blue, framed with thick lashes, his face perfect almost beautiful in a masculine way. High cheek bones, perfectly sculpted lips, the tiniest hint of a five o'clock shadow. He was perfect save one flaw, a scar…a twisted white line that ran across his nose, from one side to the other the line cut across his face. A souvenir from the bastard. It was this scar though that had made him famous, his flaw…the public loved it. A model that was flawed, his agency that represented him had made a fortune. Heero had taken the offer to model for no other reason then to get away, to be free from 'him', to rub it in the face of his so called father. His son a male model…the son of a bitch had od'd killing himself soon after. With nothing better to do he'd stayed on, modeling…leaving the company for his bother as father had intended.
"Home," he muttered stripped down to his briefs he tugged on the designer jeans, and t-shirt. Grabbing his beaten leather coat he headed out, it would be nice to see Quatre and Trowa again.