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Treize was not a man fond of surprises. If anything, he despised surprises. He was a man of control. He prided himself in his self control, and his ability to read and influence others. That being said, it would be completely understandable if he had disliked Milliardo Peacecraft. Even his fucking stage name was surprising, adequate as it seemed to be. Zechs Marquise. Like he was a sexual royalty of sorts. When Treize read the nickname on the application he laughed out loud, certain whoever this person was couldn't live up to such a nickname. That was the first surprise Zechs subjected him to. The creature which walked into his room looked like he came straight out of a wet dream. Treize had never been so hard pressed to form words as he was when Zechs silently walked into his office, introduced himself and sat opposite Treize, a small, intriguing smile on his lips.

"Im sorry I didn't send a picture with my application. People tend to think Im just a pretty face." Were the first things out of his mouth. That was Zechs's second surprise, his unique kind of bluntness. "I really dislike being looked the way you're looking at me" That was Treize's third surprise, the man had no regard for decorum or property with Treize.

"I apologize." Treize said, before he caught himself. He almost regretted apologizing, until Zechs laughed, covering his mouth briefly. His voice was such a rich tenor. "May I ask what's so funny?"

"Of course you may. I reserve my right to answer though" Zechs signaled at one of the paintings in Treize's office. He turned and gazed at it.

"Do you like paintings, Mr. Peacecraft?" Treize inquired, wondering where this conversation may lead.

"I like Les Amants series, and a few other paintings. But this series holds dear to me" Zechs answered, standing to come closer to the painting and, by proxy, to Treize.

Treize fought hard to keep his composure. Who was this man? And what was he playing at? This was a job interview, not an art gallery. He was bemused, though, and willing to entertain Mr. Peacecraft, if only because he rarely found chances to indulge in his artistic tastes with.

"How so?" Treize questioned, honestly intrigued by the enigmatic man's response. Zechs, must to Treize's surprise and ultimate chagrin, would not even look at him as he answered.

"A small group of paintings, all presenting lovers in a heated embrace, each of them only separated by a bag covering their faces. What does the bag really mean, I wonder? Are they hiding their love? If so, are they hiding it from themselves, or the rest of the world? Or is it more that they are hiding not just their passion, but their entire self. Or perhaps it is the viewer that does not understand what they see, so they cannot look past their own perception, which would be the bag in this case. People do have the rare tendency to not see what they don't want to see." The blonde elaborated, still looking at the painting, his hands behind his back, the tip of his long platinum hair brushing against them. Treize was not ready for when those eyes settled on him. Unlike when Milliardo Peacecraft walked into the room, his eyes looked alive now, interested, and seemed more of a winter sky blue than the glaciar iceberg Treize had previously seen. "What do you think about it?"

It took only a moment for Treize to get his bearings together.

"I think you're a very perceptive person, Mr. Peacecraft. About the painting, though, sometimes I think one option, other times I think the other." Treize stood, his throat feeling parched, and he walked towards his private bar as he spoke. "I believe true art cannot be defined by a single expression. It needs to be able to evoke more than one single feeling or emotion. Would you care for something to drink?" Zechs simply raised a hand as his negative, his keen eyes never leaving Treize's face. He seemed to consider Treize's words for a moment.

"So, what does it look like to you right now?" Zechs asked, sitting on the edge of Treize's desk, another surprise for Treize. He had never in his life met somebody to be so mercurial.

"It looks like an attempt to hide themselves, to not let anybody else see their true nature." Treize answered, subtly eluding to how Mr. Peacecraft had simply breezed in and done nothing close to acting like having a job interview. As enlightening as the conversation was, Treize had a busy schedule and a few more people to converse with. He was devising a way to cut this meeting short. "People are as prone to not demonstrate their own selves as they are prone to not see what they don't want to see."

Zechs nodded slowly, and Treize couldn't, for the life of him, determine wether the blond was agreeing or disagreeing, and it burnt him inside out to realize that. Zechs, however, did not allow him to dwell on it for long.

"Very well. I like you. I think I could work for you. Im available every day except on Mondays. I hate them, I like to sleep in after the weekend. I've never worked in a club, but Im a fantastic dancer." Never worked in a club before? Treize was sure he had seen work experience and referen—"I lied in my application form" Zechs interrupted, then continued as if he hadn't admitted to breaking the first cardinal rule in a job interview. "So, I wouldn't blame you if you don't hire me, but if you do… I'll be your very own work of art. Make you feel more than one thing at a time, all the time"

"That is a highly improper proposition" Treize automatically answered, not believing the audacity of this man, but also sure if he were not to hire the man, he'd never see that face again. The idea made him feel like an impression of Edvard Munch's Scream.

"Yet, highly accurate" Zechs quickly responded.

"There is no dancing in this club. I don't know you're idea of this establishment, but I do not condo—"

"I'll learn waitressing. Or bar tendering. It can't be so hard. I don't do cleaning, though" And Zechs looked every inch like he meant his words.

"You do realize it is I who is interviewing you" Treize stated, more amused than frustrated. He couldn't wrap his head around this conversation.

"Oh, yes of course, I do." Zechs replied, just as swiftly as before, then he looked at the picture once more for a few seconds, and looked back at Treize. "But it is so much nicer if I know I like my new boss" Then he walked closer, all soft smiles and innocent gestures. This man is dangerous, his mind screamed. This man is dangerous, and if you're not careful, he is going to drive you mad.

"So, Mr…?"

"Khrushrenada" Treize supplied, equally annoyed and surprised. How could this man not even care to learn his name?!

"I'll get it right eventually" Zechs couldn't have been more flippant about it if he tried.

"Im relieved to hear that. So what, Mr. Peacecraft" Treize crossed his arms over his chest, ready to tell this man where he can shove his attitude… or bend him over the desk. The blond was still leaning against it, looking at it with interest, he seemed to like Treize's desk, Treize wouldn't mind providing him a closer introduction.

"So, when do I start?"

"What makes you think I'll hire you" Treize challenged. Zechs took a deep breath, rolling his eyes, like he was explaining something very basic. Can this man be ANY more aggravating?

"I've usurped all your authority throughout this 'interview' and you haven't kicked me out of your office yet" Zechs softly reminded Treize, with all the wisdom of a seven year old. Which made Treize feel like a five year old. If he were to be honest with himself, Treize was ready to hire Zechs the moment he looked into those icy blue.

"You can start Tuesday. We don't open on Mondays" Zechs's smile was blinding. Without further notice, he took the hand in which Treize was holding his wine and raised it, as if it were a toast.

"Perfect. See? It all falls into place" Treize was momentarily confused by the statement, until he remembered Milliardo's specifications: 'I don't work on Mondays', he had stated. Treize had an urge to whimper, but firmly repressed it. It wouldn't do to further embarrass himself. But then, still holding his hand, the blonde drank from his cup, those blue eyes never leaving his, and Treize could feel his throat getting drier by the second. He couldn't stop the soft gasp that escaped him even if he tried. For that day, it would be the last surprising thing Zechs had done. It would not be, by far, the last unexpected movement by the blond.

"Quatre, why does Meiran look like somebody shoved a knife down her throat?" Quatre looked up from the glass he was preparing to the man walking into the bar next to him. Meiran was not Duo's favorite person in the world, what with allying herself with Hilde after the girl couldn't deny how crazy Duo was for Heero any longer, but even if Duo could be a lot of things, he could never stand to watch somebody suffering.

He searched for Meiran with his eyes, and found her a few tables away, serving some drinks and nodding at a customer, clearly taking an order. She did look a little unraveled, but nothing to be concerned about. Then, she looked at the stage, at Wufei to be more precise, and her face contorted in a clear description of worry and angst.

"Its Wufei related, that's for sure. See how she's looking at him?" Quatre passed the drink to the awaiting customer, and made a quick work of the bill while Duo began to set some glasses for a rather large petition Trowa was taking at the moment. Quatre smiled, things had run so much smoother since the braided boy had started making the club his permanent accommodations… and Heero was certainly more reachable.

"Well… she made that bed, if you asked me" Nobody had asked. And nobody had to ask. It was clear when Meiran had starting working in Victoria, barely three months after Wufei, that the Chinese man was enthralled with her. He had shown her the ropes of everything, teaching her every inch of the business, as he had started as a waitress himself before he was able to buy his own musical equipment. They had been inseparable, Wufei followed her around like a happy puppy, and she was delighted on the attention, even if she didn't give that much attention back; there was a lot of courtesy and affection in the way they treated each other however, so Quatre had simply assumed that Wufei was simply more of an affectionate nature than Meiran.

But then, suddenly, about four months ago, the girl simply stopped talking to him, and when she did, it was in an exasperated, hurtful way which had nothing to do with the delight she had been showing with Wufei's previous affection. The black haired man had insisted for a time, rarely letting a day go by without trying to speak with his previous beau, but she would not relent.

And then, came Zechs.

Quatre was no fool, and he was not a judgmental person by any standard, but it was hard to feel like Zechs hadn't been sweeping Wufei off his feet ever since he laid eyes on the exotic beauty that was Wufei. It was his sweet Trowa whom had stopped him from making a big mistake by confronting Zechs about his behavior.

"Quatre…. Love…" Trowa had said to him in a tone that Quatre had never heard Trowa use on him. It was the tone he kept for the likes of Wufei and Maxwell when they were being irrational, and needed to be brought back to reality. He didn't like knowing Trowa felt the need to use that tone with him. "Had Meiran not been behaving the way she is, Zechs would've never had a chance at pulling what he's been pulling. Look at Wufei the next time he speaks to Zechs"

And look he did. It was hard to spot at first, being as biased as he was about the whole thing, but then slowly, Quatre began to pick up little things, subtle gestures that made him see things much clearer.

Whenever Zechs touched Wufei, it was in such an invasive, non pretentious way that made Quatre feel like Zechs treated the oriental man as if he was made of porcelain, which is saying something from a man like Zechs. There was no insincerity in Zechs's words when he spoke with Wufei, but a genuine interest and a keen fondness that could melt the heart of any lesser man.

Still, whenever Zechs touched him, Wufei tensed, but didn't flinch, and for just a second, his eyes would wander about, until he located Meiran, and then Wufei looked like he crumbled on the inside, and Wufei would pull back from Zechs's touch slowly, like he was forcing himself to pull back from something he desperately needed. Whenever it happened, Zechs followed Wufei's line of vision, his face growing cold and hard as ice, as if Wufei looking over at Meiran hurt Zechs more than Wufei pulling back from his touch.

However, instead of going bitter and venomous about it, Zechs would simply call his attention with a new topic, and charm his way into having Wufei's undivided attention once more. Quatre was mesmerized at the amount of effort Zechs placed in bringing Wufei back from wherever he went whenever he looked at Meiran. It was not surprising Wufei had begun favorably answering to Zechs's careful courting for the last few weeks now.

"Well, Quat… I don't know." Duo continued his one sided conversation, while preparing a mojito. Quatre gave his change to a customer, and was only half listening to Duo while the next one asked for a whiskey. "I could've sworn Zechs would've been shacking up with Treize by now. I mean… hell, those two got some weird vibes going on for themselves"

That was something Quatre'd never understand. As dedicated to treat Wufei like a doll as Zechs was, the blond looked doubly dedicated to tease Treize to death. Or give him a constant case of blue balls. Or an aneurysm. Quatre was never sure which of the three was the ultimate goal, for Zechs had a habit of circling between challenging Treize, which was amusing as Treize never saw his teases coming, or turning Treize on, which was uncomfortable because when Zechs wanted to turn the charm on, he really turned it on, or to outright piss Treize off, which was a little scary, because when angry, Treize was a force to be reckoned with, and the only one immune to the man's anger so far was precisely Zechs.

There was a recklessness there, a sense of tempting fate from Zechs, like he wanted to test just how much he could push Treize until he snapped, but there was also a bit of a soothing balm quality to it. Quatre had seen Zechs walk into Treize's office, uninvited, surprising Treize out of his wits and sit with his usually charming but aloof boss, book in hand, and have them engaging in some lengthy conversations about god knows what. Quatre had some ideas as to some of the topics, though, if Treize's blushes and troubled breathing moments were any indication of it. Their interactions were refreshing to watch, though. For those moments, Treize looked less like the cultivated, intelligent yet guarded man Quatre knew him to portray, and more like the young, vulnerable, charming man Treize had been extremely careful to hide. But then, Zechs would notice Wufei, and promptly end the conversation to engage Wufei into one topic or another, effectively ending the teasing, turning on and pissing off cycle.

Wufei had begun answering to Zechs's courting, Treize was becoming more and more aware of the situation going on, therefore becoming more aggressive in his reactions to Zechs. The detonation point, thus, was the blonde himself. Quatre had no idea what the man was playing at, or what he was trying to get out of it, but it is just as his Trowa had told him: "They're all grown up. They know what they do, even if it doesn't look like it. Whatever they do with their personal life is their business, love, not yours. Now, can you please stop fretting? I'd like to get you out of those clothes sometime tonight"

Oh yeah, his Trowa sure knew exactly what to say to put things back in perspective for him.

Treize really hated surprises, but when it came in such a shape, look and voice as Zechs's, he guessed he could make a few exceptions. He sure as hell wasn't about to start complaining now. Not now that Zechs was unceremoniously, surprisingly and effectively cutting off his breathing with the things his tongue was doing inside Treize's mouth.

How this came to be, Treize would never know. It was raining out, and Zechs had asked Treize if he could catch a lift, even if they lived in totally opposite directions. Treize was tired, it was payroll day and he had spent the entire day doing the accounting. This were the kind of days he missed Une, psycho personality and all, but he pulled through…. And really, was Zechs pouting?

"Come on… you wouldn't let me stranded to get all cold and wet, all alone in the rain"

Treize had the negative on the tip of his tongue. He was getting tired of Zechs's little mind games. A part of him was sure Zechs wouldn't be asking him this question, or giving him the puppy eyes if Wufei had a car. Treize was aware the man was toying with him, and sometimes he wanted to strangle Zechs as much as he wanted to fuck him. For some reason he was too stubborn to acknowledge, Treize found himself saying yes, and went to the back area of Victoria, where he usually kept his vehicle.

He was mentally preparing himself for a whole 30 minutes' ride of teasing and a case of blue balls when Zechs entered his car, and then leaned on Treize before he could even turn the engine on, and promptly sealed their lips together. To say Treize was surprised was the understatement of the century.

"Zechs…" Treize tried, he really did try to make sense of it, but then Zechs bit his lower lip, and grabbed him by his shirt, tugging on it, pulling Treize closer.

"Come on… you got me now, boss. The fuck you wanna talk about?" Zechs whispered, then licked a line from Treize's neck up to his right ear, nibbling on the lobe a little none too gently. Treize shivered… and surrendered.

After a little more pulling and tugging from Zechs, they ended up on the back seat of the car, Treize half laying on it, with Zechs straddling him, Treize's hands lost in his long locks, biting those sensuous lips like a starved man, drowning in every little whimper and sound he could coax out of those lips. Zechs, on the other hand, was not idle, he all but ripped Treize's shirt open, removed his own, then reached down to his belt buckle, unfastening too fast for it to improvised. The man had planned this, Treize realized, just as Zechs broke the kiss, to kiss and suck on any reachable skin: Treize's chin, his neck, then back to his mouth.

"Zechs… fuck, damn it, wait a danmed minute" Treize stopped the hands from undoing his zipper, the button of his jean already undone. He took a deep breath, and simply looked at the fantasy sitting on his lap. Zechs's lips were pink, no doubt from recent activities, his hair was disheveled, no doubt for the same reasons, but his eyes were alight. There was a fire in those orbs that made Treize feel the most delicious shivers up and down his spine. It was a look that promised heaven and hell, all at once. For all the heavenly promises, though, Treize knew at that very moment, he was doomed to the whims of the man on top of him.

"Its alright, love." Zechs said, kissing him softly now, and Treize did not know if the moan he let out was because of the kiss, or the endearment. "We can go slow if you want." Zechs whispered against his mouth. "We can do anything you've ever wanted right now" Fuck but the man knew just what to say to get his blood boiling.

Treize, all present doubts forgotten, seized Zechs's hips, and like Zechs was reading his mind, he began grinding his hips against Treize's. Treize groaned, and while he loved looking at the tight white leggings Zechs was wearing that night back when they were in the club, at the moment, these garments were the only thing standing between his hands and Zechs's ass. "Take this shit off" He didn't even recognize the growl as his own voice!

Zechs smiled, wiggling as Treize pulled the pants down his legs. It took a little maneuvering, since they were in such a tight space, but after a few tugs and little of Zechs's flexibility, Treize was finally able to bask in the glory he knew as Zechs Marquise.

"Gods, you're gorgeous" He whispered, his hands following his eyes, trying to memorize every visible corner. The light didn't help, though. If anything, the red neon sign behind them made Zechs's hair look afire, lust had turned his eyes into dark pools, making Zechs look almost like he was something not made on this plane of existence.

Treize had seen the man's upper body dozens of times before, due to his shows, but never had been able to touch it. It was like touching silk laying on bricks. His skin was soft and supple, but there was firmness underneath it, the muscles fit and tight, undeniably male. He flicked a rosy nipple, getting a gasp from Zechs, before continuing his journey down over tight abs which trembled under his touch. Zechs's breathing picked up a little against Treize's ear, just as he realized where Treize was heading down to.

Treize never made it to Zechs's member, since Zechs himself took hold of his hands and, with a force Treize had never seen Zechs use before, he had Treize's hand over his own head, and grinded his hips against Treize's still covered groin. Treize let out a sound between a whimper and a growl, angry as he was turned on. "What, I won't be able to touch you?"

Zechs chuckled, releasing Treize's hands. "Im not the boss of you." but there was something in Zechs's eyes, Treize knew, there was a challenge in those icy blues. He didn't know what it was, but Treize was certain this was some sort of test from Zechs, a way to push his boundaries as the blonde was so wont to do. Treize set his hands down on either side of himself, deciding that if Zechs had brought them into this moment, the platinum haired little devil would have to be the one to end it.

Of all things for Zechs to do, Treize was expecting Zechs to reach for his pants to finish the job of removing them, which Treize happily aided. What Treize didn't expect though, was for Zechs to look at Treize's groin area the way he was, like Zechs was suddenly very hungry and Treize was the human version of ambrosia. The blonde licked his lips in appreciation.

"Well… this is gonna take some getting used to" Zechs murmured, and then he wiggled some more, finding some space god knows how between Treize's legs, and with no warning Treize found himself surrounded by such a wet, sucking heat his eyes rolled up his head, and his hands automatically reached for anything, anything to keep him from spiraling out of control at that moment.

A hand grasped his, which was currently tight around the edge of the seat, and Treize risked looking down at Zechs's eyes. Zechs, cockhead right in front of his mouth, was slowly licking it, and every lick was a little shock running over his body. "Treize…" the blonde started, and then took Treize's hand, setting it on his head. "This is what I want you to grab" and then took Treize in his mouth again.

Treize would've loved to say he was gentle, or in control, or that he could say he was able to dictate what the hell he was doing at the moment, but he simply couldn't. It felt too good, it was too much all at once: Zechs's eyes on his were too hot and Treize couldn't look away, the blonde was moaning around his dick like it was made of chocolate and whipped cream, and set a rhythm that had Treize writhing in no time, sucking as Treize thrust in, then moving his tongue over his head when Treize moved back, twirling and teasing non stop, and then repeating the process back again.

This is happening, Treize's mind screamed at him, drunk with elation. Its fucking really happening!

"Oh god, oh god, oh god…" Treize felt his muscles contracting, a clear sign he was close. He tried moving away from Zechs, wanting to come somewhere else entirely, but the blonde head followed Treize's hips, the heat was cutting off his breath, and just when his muscles where getting deliciously tight with pleasure, Zechs's hands squeezed his balls almost to the point of pain…. And never lose his hold, effectively killing his tremulous tumble towards what Treize knew would be the best orgasm in his life.

"Fuck, Zechs!" Treize couldn't help himself, pulling his hair almost viciously. The blonde followed him meekly, not fighting his aggressive outburst. On the contrary, Zechs, looked on the edge of a smile. "God, you're gonna kill me" And then he set about kissing Zechs's by-then red lips, a physical testament of what they'd just been doing. There was a new taste to him, pungent and a little salty. It was himself, Treize realized. He deepened the kiss even more, set into exploring every corner of Zechs's mouth, knowing he'd be addicted to this taste on this man for as long as he lived.

"Me?" Zechs asked, in an innocent tone that didn't fool Treize by one minute. Zechs leaned to his right then, towards the front seat and Treize let him, if only because he was intrigued at what the man was up to now. Treize's curiosity increased when he realized Zechs was reaching for his bag, but he sure as hell didn't even question why his star dancer had a tube of lubricant in it. Zechs having such a thing on him confirmed what he had previously thought: this was not a random encounter, that aggravating, conniving little minx had planned it all along.

"Why Treize…" Zechs began, uncapping the lube with one hand. Treize stopped paying attention though, for the man leaned down his chest, nibbling on his left nipple. Treize wasn't usually so sensitive to nipple play, preferring to give it rather than receive it, but the sheer realization of finally having Zechs where he's been meaning to have him for so long was making Treize feel everything tenfold. Zechs stopped his ministrations, to kiss him deeply, and Treize gave into the kiss like it was a lifeline.

"On the contrary, love" Treize groaned the moment Zechs took hold of his dick, warm and moist with the lubricant, and stroke it expertly a few times, but he never broke the kiss. "I just wanna make you feel good"

It was Zechs who did it. Treize watched him set a hand right next to his head for balance, then bite his lips, the only sign of doubt and preparation Treize had ever seen on his blonde fixation. Zechs took a deep breath and, defying all logic of car space, Treize's patience and all fucking steps to get well… fucked, he positioned himself right against the head of Treize's dick.

"Zechs—" Whatever Treize was about to reason died on his throat as Zechs began his slow, methodical self impaling. What did came out of his throat, though, could not, should not be considered a human sound.

"Sshhh…." Zechs set two of his fingers on Treize's mouth, then whimpered himself as the head of Treize's dick was finally, blissfully inside him. "oh, yeah…" Zechs moaned, the hand on Treize's mouth moved to the back of his neck, and Zechs's other hand reached behind himself, to land on the seat behind him, but those eyes never left Treize's.

Treize could see of all him now in this new position, from the fire in Zechs's eyes, to his half opened mouth, the arch of his neck as he began rotating his hips slowly, taking him deeper, inch by mother fucking inch, Zechs's chest had the lightest shade of pink around his neck area from the extertion, and those abs tightening lightly every time he sank a little lower on Treize's dick.

"You're mad" Treize said, when Zechs's ass finally met his hips, barely able to form a sentence together. Zechs laughed, and the channel around his dick became even tighter, if possible. Treize seized Zechs by his waist, just as Zechs leaned forward, joining their lips in a sweet kiss that didn't quite fit with how raw this whole thing was, but made Treize's toes curl all the same. Treize felt Zechs move, slowly, shallowly at first, getting used to the unprepared intrusion Zechs subjected himself to. Treize began rocking with him, following that slow, leisure rhythm, his face buried on the blonde's neck, kissing his collarbone, smelling and tasting any reachable skin.

Treize seemed to be feasting on Zechs, and could've gone on for all night like that, but then Zechs's whole body tensed, his fingers clamped on Treize's hands much like his ass did on around Treize's dick. "Right there. Come on, Treize" it was not a plea, or an encouragement. When Zechs met eyes with Treize, their mouth a centimeter away from each other, Treize knew what came out of Zechs's mouth was an order.

"Fuck me" There was only one answer suitable to that. Treize tightened his left hand around Zechs's hips, his other arms wound tight around the man's torso, mingling with Zechs's hair, and promptly obeyed.