Pairings: Duo/Heero

Warnings: kinky moments, boys in collars, violence later, a sexy Master...this could go on for a while.

Comment: Hot boys in collars? Yes please!

Author's comment: Yay for Wuffie with his hair down! You'll see you'll see.

A Win or Lose Situation

Duo's POV

Ok, I'll admit…I didn't exactly expect it to be like this. When the boss told me to come down here and strike a deal with these guys well…..I didn't know what I was getting myself into! I was told all I had to do was play a little game and be done with it. Instead, I found myself being stuck in a bet. The worst part was the fact that I was the wager. Iwas the bet! I don't want to be the bet! Especially not against these guys.

"So it's agreed then," the owner of the place said as he looked me up and down, a smirk lifting to his lips. He was damn right gorgeous, I'll give him that, with his long platinum hair and beautiful blue eyes. Did I mention he was hot? Yeah if you haven't noticed yet, I'm a bit on the bisexual side. I'll go either way as long as they're hot. Ok maybe the deal wouldn't be so bad after all….

What's the deal, you ask? Well I'll tell you. No wait…maybe I should introduce myself before I go off talking like a nutcase. My name's Duo Maxwell. I work for a company called Winner Crafts. Yeah I know…what a crappy name to go by. But a job's a job, right? Anyway, I work for this place as a salesman. But we're not just a "door to door" salesmen type company. No, we're actually targeting the big dogs since well… the kind of stuff we sell wouldn't exactly be small company quality. It's amazing what one look in the phonebook can do for you. But somehow, I'm surprised I managed to get into this place without a problem.

The company I'm at right now is called Ozzy PlayPen. It's actually just a pool house…and a club…and a …you know what, I don't know what it is. All I know is that there's something more going on around here. For instance, all the workers here are hot as hell…not hotter than me, but pretty damn sexy, damn it. On top of that, there's security everywhere, which makes me think of a club despite all the pool tables sitting around. Also, you have to have an invitation to get into the joint. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. So how did you get your invitation, Duo?

Well it turned out my boss had an emergency and he had to leave town at the last minute. Hell, if I had a choice I wouldn't have come to this place. It doesn't sit right on my tongue for obvious reasons. But my boss was pretty persistent, saying I was the best when it came to sales because of my boyishly good looks, charms and sex appeal. I guess now I see the real reason for why I was picked to come here. I get the feeling these guys wouldn't have let me in if I wasn't so gorgeous. Heck, I'm a gay man's best wet dream, what with the hair and all. The other reason I had to come was because the big wigs that own this joint were freakin billionaires, though not nearly as much as Quatre winner, my boss. Yep, that's right. Treize Khushrenada and Zechs Marquise both owned this company. If you ask me, it's a waste of money that could have been put to good use somewhere else.

So you're probably like, ok ok get to the point? What's the bet? Well here's the deal….I did get to meet up with one of the owners, hence Mr. platinum hair Zechs Marquise here. He's the one that placed the bet. He agreed to buy 10,000 robotic prototypes from me if I played him in a game of pool and won. If I lost though…well…I'd have to quit my job and come work for him. Now normally, I would've just flat out said hell no and walked away from it. It's not that I wasn't into betting, hell I gamble all the time with my kind of job. But the guy just tossed out another bet for me, telling me I could have one of his grand cars out front (which by the way, were pretty fuckin sweet) as well as two hundred grand for myself if I won. And of course…I was quick to take the bait. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a sweet ride. Besides, I think I can find a use for the money….

"The rules are as followed," Zechs said giving me another look before he gesture to the table beside us. The table had already been set up by a hottie with emerald eyes and sharp looking hair covering over one eye. He only took a quick glance, fixing the table quickly before he was gone again. Was this some kind of harem? I hope I wasn't getting myself into something bad. All I had to do was win, right? "We'll make this a quick game so we're not wasting time," Zechs continued drawing my attention back to him. "We each get three shots…however, we're going to be playing blindfolded."

"Whoa whoa whoa, wait a minute! You never mentioned that before!"

"You never asked, now did you, little man?" He smirked at me. I can't believe this bastard! Man, if it weren't illegal, I'd shoot him. "Continuing where I left off, we'll be wearing blindfolds." He pulled out a pair from his chest pocket, apparently used to playing this type of game. Either that, or he was a major masochist. I wouldn't be surprised by that either. "Whoever gets the most balls in is the winner."

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"I don't know about this," Duo said, frowning up at the man standing in front of him, who was apparently extra tall. Oh yeah, he didn't trust this guy at all, hot or not. "I mean you'll be at an advantage. You've obviously done this before."

"Forfeiting now would only mean I win." He chuckled reaching out a hand and patting the top of Duo's head like he was a puppy. "Now come along. Let us begin our game."

Glaring up at the man, Duo reached out snatching one of the blindfolds from his hands as he reached up tying it around his eyes. Instantly he was blinded by the darkness, his hand reaching out before he felt a pool stick being placed in it.

"You can go first," Zechs said from somewhere to his right. "Once you're done, I'll take my shot. The most balls in is the winner. Though we have cameras set up, you can take your blindfold off once you make your shot, but you'll have to put it back on before you shoot again."

"Alright alright, just let me shoot already." A little rude? Of course he was. He was already tired of this place, seriously. But if he could get this place to buy some of their stuff then…

He aimed the pool stick…shot…and missed.

What?!

"Looks like you're already losing," Zechs said laughing softly. "Now…watch a pro." With his blindfold in place, Zechs aimed, too the shot, and got three balls in just from that one shot. "And it looks like I'm in the lead."

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Two shots later from the both of them found Duo staring down at the table, frowning as the score kept running through his head. He'd hit in three balls while Zechs had hit in ten. It was embarrassing, it was pitiful.

It means I'm going to be a slave!

"Well, since you're now working for me," Zechs said as he stopped beside him and reached up, strapping a collar around his neck before he even knew what was going on, "I won't be able to let you leave."

Wait…what?

"But…isn't this just a part time job?" Even though he asked the question, deep down he knew the answer to it. This was anything but a part time job. There was no telling what this man would do to him if he tried to escape…or what he'd have him doing working here.

A deep chuckle rumbled in Zechs's throat, a sound that made Duo shiver despite the situation. Well it could be worse, he could be slave to a hideous toothless man named Billy Jean Joe Bob. "No…you'll work for me until I feel like letting you go." He reached down and held the braid, holding it up as he looked over the well taken care of plaid. "You'll be one of my special editions. Don't worry, you'll be well taken care of." He clapped his hands, the boy from before with the long spikey hair coming over to him stopping in front of him. "Trowa here will show you to your room."

…Room?

All sorts of creeped out thoughts came to Duo's mind, such as being locked up in dungeon with only bread and water for food. He could handle street life, living on the meals as they came, but being locked up in a room for life just didn't seem…fun.

"Don't worry," Trowa said leading the way as he started walking. "There is nothing to fear here. You'll be well taken care of, just like Zechs said." Duo noticed that the slightly taller boy also had a collar on his neck. In fact when he looked around, there were a lot of guys there with collars. However, from what he could tell, only he and Trowa had the white collars on. Everyone else had on a black collar, though he wasn't sure why his was different. Maybe cause he was new?

I'm treating this like I'm a guest or something.

"I don't think forcing a guy to live here is really something that's going to make him say, 'hey wow, no problem. This is cool.' Hell, isn't this illegal?"

"No one forced you to stay," The other boy said looking a bit peeved by the comment. "You had plenty of opportunities to back out."

"Well being told to "come work with me" and "stay here as my slave" are two different things to me, pal," Duo frowned staring at the back of the guy's head. "And what's with the collar? Is he into some kind of kinky fetish I don't know about?"

"The collars are a symbol of our ranks as Zechs's and Treize's special boys." The boy stopped as he looked back at Duo, taking note of the white collar, though he looked like he could care less. "Normally when first brought in you would have been placed with the black collars. But Zechs must have seen value in you…." He reached out gently touching his fingers to Duo's collar, though his one visual eye was watching him. "White collars are for the elite of Zechs's most trusted males. There are not many that will be considered elite…in fact, counting you, there are only three of us." Trowa let his hand drop as he turned starting to walk again. "Besides black and white, there is also blue. The blue collar is the favorite spot of all the boys here. Currently, though, only one person can wear it."

"So we're like the colors of the rainbow," Duo said, grinning despite himself. He shook his head when Trowa didn't even reply. Geez, could this guy get any more boring? The first opportunity he got, he was going to definitely get out of this place. If the only way to get out was with Zechs's permission then maybe he should do everything in his power to make sure he got kicked out. Though he had to admit, this place looked really nice.

Wait is that a swimming pool?

Sure enough, as they kept walking he saw a whole bunch of men, all wearing black collars, gathered around the swimming pool, talking and chattering with each other. None of the men looked like they were scared or anything. They were having fun, all obviously well fed with their tone bodies standing out since most of them were only wearing swim trunks of various sizes. It definitely kept bringing to Duo's mind the question of what this place was. What was it that he was supposed to even do here? What was this place?

"Here's your room," Trowa said stopping in front of a door and turning to look at him. "You'll find everything you need inside along with some new clothes that should fit you." Trowa frowned then. "Also if you need any help, I'm right across the hall in room 003. Wufei is another white collar. You'll find his room on the other side of yours in room 005." Trowa started to leave but paused, hesitating a moment before he looked over his shoulder at Duo. "Be careful. Not everyone agrees with the white collars, especially since you're the new guy. Not everyone has a full devotion to Zechs's ideas. If you're not alert at all times, there are those who will take measures to make sure you are knocked out of the white collar position, one way or another."

"Eh…yeah." Duo frowned wondering what that was about. Thinking back on it, he remembered how some of the black collars had looked at him, anger shining in their eyes. So there was a bit of a jealous warfare going on, huh? Well it wasn't like he wanted to stay here in this creepy looking-

"Whoa!" Duo stared with wide eyes as he looked around the room, trying to take in everything. There was a huge circular bed sitting in the center of the room, black silk sheets covering it. Some clothes were sitting nestled on the bed waiting just like Trowa said they'd be. Glancing around, Duo found a large bath off to the side, a large glass wall separating it from the bedroom. The dresser was elaborately designed, mixing well with the white marbled floor shining beneath his feet, so clean he could see his reflection in it. This place wasn't bad at all. In fact, he felt like he was being spoiled. He felt like he was on a heavenly vacation, the perfect getaway suite. This was even better than his apartment back home.

I musta won a vacation getaway or something. Maybe this was all really just a big joke. Haha on Maxwell.

Still…did this really mean he was living here? Was he supposed to stay here for the rest of his life or was it really just a tease placed on him by his best friend, Quatre? What about his job? What about all his stuff back home, his life, his bills…ok he didn't miss his bills. But what about Hilde and Howard? They were going to be wondering where he was? What about the freedom to do what he wanted when he wanted how he wanted and where he wanted? No, there's no way he could stay here. He couldn't let himself succumb to these nice things.

But it's like I'm living rich.

Sighing, he gave up on the thoughts for the moment as he changed out of his clothes, figuring he might as well try on the clothes. Afterall, he really couldn't do much at the moment until he looked around and figured out which places were heavily guarded and which were not. And considering how big a lot of those guards, he had a feeling getting out wasn't going to be easy. A swift two minutes and he found himself wearing the soft, silky clothes. The size fit him perfectly, enough to make him wonder just how they new what his exact size was. In fact, the skull poster hanging on the door of the huge closet was an exact copy of the one he had at home over his bed. Just what was that all about? Did Quatre give them all this information?

He couldn't have…not Quat.

But it was definitely questionable. If he really was part of some surprise sweepstake, then maybe they did all they could to make him feel at home while he was on his stay here. But deep down, he knew that this wasn't a vacation. This was for real. And as far as he knew, he didn't have a clue what it was he was supposed to be doing here. What exactly was the collar ranging about anyway? Why was it that he was a white collar? Was Zechs planning on tying him to the bed and pounding him into submission?

Well…not a fully bad thought unless he's rough with it.

Duo flopped down on the bed, feeling his body relax and his muscles melting like butter on pancakes at the cushy feel of the bed. Gods, he didn't want to get up. Well he could just stay here like this for a few moments. Then maybe he'd take a look around the place to see what all was in store for him that he didn't know about. Yeah, just a little rest…maybe just a quick nap…

Just for a few moments.

Already dozing off, he didn't even notice the man standing in the open doorway and staring at him.

TBC….

Ah, still figuring this story out. Like I needed to start a new story. Oh well, I hope you enjoyed it!