Got Your Package

by serty

After a near miss with a millionare on the street a package boy is suddenly the center of the rich man's life. Warning: Slash! Very big in later chapters so avoid if you have a problem with it. Pairing 1X2 and others.

3. Money in the Bank

Chapter Two: Money In the Bank

The valet nudged the security guard who checked and then double checked the parking id. He asked for another form of identification. Heero slide of the back of the motorcycle with lethal grace and asked the two gentlemen to step inside the small booth by the parking deck entrance. Duo leaned over on his handle bars watching his "businessman" passenger through the smudged glass of the booth with amusement. However this "Heero Yuy" was he obviously either didn't park his own car. Or...maybe Mr.Bigbreeches is such a small time peon no one notices him! Duo thought snickering. Still he couldn't imagine anyone not noticing the handsome Japanese man. He starred at the dangerous blue eyes that were narrowed in frustration and the smooth angled face that was currently pronouncing a typhoon of threats to the two poor dopes standing timidly in the tiny booth.

Duo couldn't hear anything that was being said but from the nervous shifting and copious amounts of sweat the Valet and the Guard had he was sure he didn't want to know either. Apparently Mr.Yuy was a man not to argue with. Maxwell slide back in his seat more comfortably. He loved a man that could put others in their place. Provided he wasn't just doing it to be an ass. But these two had been given all the opportunity in the world according to Duo and Heero to let them in and on with their business here amongst the cars. Instead the guard had eyed the black leathers Duo wore and the tousled appearance of Heero's wind-blown suit and sneered. Now you're gonna have to eat shit mother fuckers. Duo chuckled as Heero exited the small booth and pressed for the gate to raise himself instead of waiting for the cowed guard.

Heero tossed his leg over the babbling bike's seat. Maxwell wasn't fast enough in moving back up into the driving position and the result was Yuy's crotch nudging down the curve of the violet eyed man's rump. Both men chose to ignore the brief contact though Heero didn't scoot closer to Duo as they made their way up the winding concrete curve of the parking deck.

"Last section. It'll be the blue one near the top edge." Duo was getting used to Heero only giving him the bare facts. Just enough information to make the trip easy but not anything more to make it enjoyable. Do you really need more then that hot body near ya to enjoy this Maxwell? Duo smirked as he turned his bike in lazy curves up to the top deck. Once there he spied four cars near the edge that were blue. Two beat up hunks of junk, one Honda Accord with nothing fancy, and a BMW Z4M Coupe glittering in the fading sun of dusk. The braided biker groaned a little looking over the Coupe. Damn if only he didn't have a fetish for sexy sleek cars. The two bummed cars were unlikely to be his business man's vehicle and the Coupe seemed too much to hope for so Duo pulled to a halt beside the Accord.

Heero didn't seem to mind either way as he took his time moving off the black ninja motorcycle to stand off to the side. The braided biker smiled brightly. "Wellp! This is where we part ways. I'm sorry for this morning. I was just...I needed to be somewhere fast. Heh...wasn't think as usual I guess." The slight dig to himself bothered Heero for some reason and he found his lips protesting without his brain's consent. "Maxwell, you wouldn't do that without cause." What the hell am I saying? Wasn't I going to get this guy fired earlier? But Yuy couldn't deny that a part of his soul knew his words to be true. Duo Maxwell was reckless, energetic, and capable of taking great risk...as long as whats at stack was worth it. The fact that Duo felt a child's health was of utmost concern to disregard all others touched the Japanese man in a very strange way.

Well...strange for me anyway.

Duo blushed at Heero's words. He didn't know why but a little voice inside his head was suddenly giddy. Like Heero's simple complement (or was it just an observation?) was the best reward he'd gotten all day. Thinking of rewards Maxwell grimaced and leaned over his handle bars again. "Damn...rents gonna be a bitch now." He ran a tired hand over the bridge of his nose muttering to himself. Standing beside him Heero felt a brief pain in his gut as he recalled Howard asking Duo to fork over everything he'd made in a week. These guys live on tips too...fuck. An idea formulated in Heero's steel trap mind but he couldn't work on it here. He had to get back to the office.

"You off for the day or going back to your cubical?" A part of Heero, the mega-rich hardworking millionaire, thought he should be offended that Duo assumed he worked in a low-level temp job. However Yuy just answered the question ignoring the harmless insult. "I have some work to do before I leave actually."

"Oh."

Pausing on his bike a moment Duo quickly hopped off his motorcycle and removed his helmet. In a few strides (those long legs in those tight black pants made Heero's heart drop) he was standing in front of the blue-eyed businessman. Without a word Maxwell pulled free the loose tie from around Heero's neck. Yuy was stunned. He'd forgotten that he'd grabbed his tie before leaving the firm. He'd forgotten it during the walk to the package shop and while he was talking to the workers there. He'd even forgotten it during that too short wild ride up here to his car with Duo. Now the gorgeous delivery boy was quickly and efficiently tying it neatly around Heero's neck and sliding the knot up to just under Heero's collar. Nodding with satisfaction Duo looked up into those dark blue depths that now were staring at him intensely. Trying to remember to breath Duo patted the tie in place and grinned up at Heero.

"Don't wanna look sloppy for the boss-man do ya?"

Heero's response was to numbly shake his head.

Duo bit his bottom lip. He could just lean up a bit and capture those slack lips. All he had to do was believe that Heero wouldn't push him away. But Duo, for all his cheerfulness, was a cynic so instead of giving Mr.Yuy the snogging he so much needed (in Maxwell's opinion anyway) he just turned and mounted his motorbike rumbling the engine back to life. Without another word, his braid fluttering out behind him, Duo screeched down the curving passage to the street leaving long black burnout marks in his wake.

Standing alone watching the exhaust and dust waft thru the air at the delivery boy's departure Heero Yuy pulled his cell phone from his pocket and pressed the speed dial.

"Hilde? yeah, I'm fine. No I won't be coming back to the office...Good...No...Give Khushrenada a call...No, tell him I'll accept his terms on one condition...No, the money is fine...Absolutely not is what I'm about to say to be added to the contract its just---...Call it a personal favor and he gets his deal." Heero reached into his other pocket and pulled out the keys he'd grabbed from the valet's booth. He walked over to his 2008 Coupe running his fingers over the metallic blue paint idly as his most trusted secretary harmed out the terms of the new contract he was ordering. It would cost him. In his gut when Trezie had brought the deal to him Heero had known that the money was only half what his colleague was willing to offer. It was meager sum comparatively to the other business they'd shared before. But Heero was, for the first time in his life, desperate.

Wearily seating in the driver seat his mind running in a hundred different directions all ending up in the same place Yuy set his keys in the stirring column. All things in his eyes were closed off if they didn't lead him back to Duo Maxwell. Those wide brilliant eyes; that long silken braid; the low ride of those black pants on those narrow hips. Heero let his head rest on the leather steering wheel as Hilde came back on the line.

"He's agreed? Good. Tell him to send it around noon. And after it arrives...cancel my meetings for the rest of the day."

ooO0Ooo

Une let her headset cut off before she frowned. The news she'd just received was interesting to say the least. She finished compiling the data and went over her files before taking the contract to her boss Mr. Khushrenada for finale approval. Pressing against the walnut wood of the door she silently entered the warm large office. To one side was a large mantel and fireplace that never burned cold even in summer. On the other side of the room sat an assortment of sofa seats and luscious armchairs. Her employer appreciated a certain amount of comfort in business. To him it was a pleasure and despite Une feeling he might over do it a bit from time to time he was never off his game when it came to making money. The lights were deemed just the way Mr. Khushrenada liked them at dusk and the only real light in room was from the small elegant lamp on his desk. The curtains were drawn shut and Treize was looking over several files on his computer when she entered. Quiet as a ghost Une walked the long length of the office to the large curtains and lightly tugged the rope cord to open them and let the light of the setting sun in.

The window was from floor to ceiling and the warm orange light it let in further gave the room a cozy feel. Treize looked up from his laptop plucking the small reading glasses he used from his nose. "Report." He asked lightly seeing the pleased expression on his secretary's face. Une hoped she wasn't blushing. Mr.Khushrenada was a very handsome man. Powerful, wealthy, and dignified. Still her mind often wondered what it would be like to have those ice blue eyes gazing over her naked body. Or those large strong hands running over her skin. Or to see that sandy colored jelled hair rumpled with the wild look of hard sex. Now Une knew her cheeks were red. Don't think about that now you fool!!! Masking her sudden fluster Miss Une placed the contract she'd brought in on Treize's desk.

"It seems Yuy has agreed sir. To the terms you set before." That got an immediate reaction from her boss. He snatched up the file looking over every detail and frowned deeply. "This isn't right." He muttered. "Yuy isn't a fool. He had to know I'd double my offer before the week was out." He set the papers down and looked up at his private secretary."Why would he cave now?"

Miss Une thought to remain professional but couldn't suppress the urge to lean on her boss' desk and shake her head. "I don't think he caved sir...I think he wants a...favor." Treize turned his chair to fully face Une waiting patiently for her to continue. Those icy eyes were staring at her with such curiosity the copper haired woman almost shivered but held her body under firm control and answered his unasked question. "I think it has something to do with this." She flipped the folder holding the contract open and pulled out an advertisement from the back. "He said you could have your deal IF you used this delivery shop."

Treize scanned the paper frowning even more. "We have a courier on retainer...as I believe does Yuy. Why this?" Une saw the wheels spinning at high speed in her employer's head so waited for whatever conclusion he would draw from his thoughts. He looked up at her smiling evilly. "Alright...Yuy will get his delivery...but add something else to the order Une." He set the ad on his desk and pressed his fingers together in a trademark sign of plotting and concentration. "Yuy wants us to use the best this 'About Town' has...send them the contract...and something...anything else by the same courier to bring here the same night after they've seen Yuy. I'll find out what our man is planning from the delivery boy."

Une smiled herself knowing instinctively that the plan would work. She gave a slight bow while he signed the contract and handed back to her. She left the office after that dialing on her headset as she went to call "Howard's About Town Delivery".

ooO0Ooo

When Duo came into work that morning he picked up his usual array of packages. Howard had a strange look in his eye and a smile that was kinda creeping the braided biker out. He handed Maxwell the last two documents to put in the saddle bags on his motorcycle. "These two go last...after that Trowa and Wufei have the evening shift so once your done just go home and...take a load off." Duo looked over at Quatra behind the front desk taking another order. The blond clerk just shrugged as clueless as Duo as to what was up with their boss.

Zooming down the streets of downtown Maxwell tried to recall if it were his birthday, or anniversary of his first day of work, or something that would give him a clue as to why Howie was looking a little nutty that morning. By noon he was down to his last two deliveries. Parking his bike near an alley way where it wouldn't get towed or messed with (this was a kinda high-end part of town so there wasn't much worry of robbery) he removed his helmet and took out the first document. The building it was addressed was one of those giant glass castles that usually had their own private package pick up. Duo squared his shoulders. Security was probably going to think he was a nut for coming in here dressed all in black. Hopefully the package he carried would look too flat for a bomb and he wouldn't be escorted to a private room for questioning.

Feeling a little nervous but way to brash to back down Duo walked thru the spinning glass doors and sauntered up to the front desk with his clipboard. "About Town Delivery! Sign here please." He said cheerfully to the woman behind the entrance desk. She smiled at him brightly. "Ah! Right on time! You are expected. Here you'll need this." She slide a key with a red silver tag attached to the end over to him. He cocked an eyebrow at her chuckling to hide his unease. "Um...heheh...whats this for?" She looked at him blankly for a moment then nodded her head over to the elevators. "Oh that's to get you to the top floor. There's a key-lock on the last three floors so you'll need that or the buttons won't operate."

Pausing for a moment Duo suddenly realised this was probably not his usual package drop job. He carefully took up the key and made for the elevator trying to look as causal as possible. When he'd entered the lift with several other people Sally at the front desk pressed a button on her ear piece that connect her to Hilde on the top floor. "He's on his way." She said with a satisfied smile.

ooO0Ooo

Hilde looked up from her typing to watch the ornate elevator doors slide silently apart. There was only one person in the small compartment and he seemed nervous. He was unsure but took a step out like he didn't care if he belonged there or not. He was here on a mission and to hades with if he knew what would happen or he didn't. Hilde tucked her stylus behind her ear, a bad habit she could never break from since she was a child, eyeing the man in black heading for her desk.

God Yuy could pick 'em! The delivery boy (though he was certainly more man then boy!) was gorgeous from his thick chestnut braid to his clunky rider boots. He was moving more confidently now having spied Hilde's unwavering eye upon him. He was smiling...or really grinning...boldly making it across the long office in quick swaggering strides. When he came to her desk he held out the file folder the young dark haired secretary knew held the Khushrenada contract. The biker smiled brightly at Hilde his unusually colored eyes shining with amusement. Hilde quirked a smile back at him and instead of taking the file with the clipboard or saying anything pressed a button on the side of her computer.

The double doors to the office behind her swung gracefully open stealing Duo's attention from the cute secretary. Apparently he was destined to enter that grand office at the top of the Preventer Inc. building.

ooO0Ooo

Heero stood with his back to the door of his office though he was aware of it opening. His heart suddenly speed up as he listened for the heavy scuff of the riding boots Maxwell had worn yesterday. A calming breath; a moment to center; Heero heard the doors close behind the delivery boy and turned to face him.

Duo peered around the room until his eyes fell on a lone figure standing in front of a huge screen with numbers scrolling across its glossy surface. The guy wasn't facing him and Duo was never one to stand by quietly waiting. With an extra cheerful hint in his voice, trying to mask his discomfort, Maxwell chirped. "Howard's About Town Delivery! Sign here pl--"

"Hello Maxwell."

The nasally voice was familiar. Duo looked up at the man by the screen again and realisation dawned. "Yuy? Whoa! I thought...this is..." the moment of confused mind jumbles skirted over Duo's quick brain before suddenly everything became clear. Maxwell cocked his hips to the side and placed his hands on them grinning at his friend from yesterday. "You dog!" Heero was taken aback. That was not the reaction he thought he'd get.

Well what were you expecting Yuy? "Oh My Gosh! You're so rich and powerful!! Take me now big boy!!!"

Shut up.

Shaking his head Yuy watched the braided biker walk further into his office cackling about this, that, and the other. "God dude! Talk about a cubical! This place," he spread his arms wide and looked around the room again with a huge grin, "is a fucking apartment!! Hell its a double wide!" Maxwell was up to Heero's desk. The Japanese mogul watched the confident shuffle and natural grace of the violet eyed man. A shiver ran over his spine that made millionaire wonder at the new feelings being tangled over his body by the very presence of this beautiful smiling man.

"I mean seriously! Damn...well, I'll be out of your way buddy...just as soon as you sign this clip board I'll be on my way ou--"

"Did you mean it about your rent yesterday?"

Duo blinked. Shrugging it off as nothing Maxwell gave Yuy a lope-sided grin. "Aw its nothing man. I'll find someway to get that dough back. Don't worry about it." Heero didn't seemed convinced so Duo set down the package on the large desk centered in the room and rolled up his sleeve. His brown thatch of hair covered his deep blue eyes but that didn't obscure Heero's vision in the least. The Japanese man's breath caught in his throat. He'd heard of some people desperate for money doing this but it never seemed likely Yuy would ever actually meet one of those lower class folks. Pointing at the two bandaged I.V. wounds Duo snickered at Heero's surprised look. "See? One more trip to the plasma sucker and I'll get at least a hundred bucks. "

"The hell you will."

Again Duo blinked. Heero nodded to a small envelope on the desk near where the delivery boy had dropped the package. Turning from the money mogul Maxwell picked up the crisp white stationary printed with Preventer Co. Inc in gold embossed lettering. A quick pull over the top and the letter was open. Duo peeked inside then looked up at Heero with a raised eyebrow. When Yuy just starred back at him with those deep fathomless eyes Duo swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and pulled the check out from its envelope.

His violet eyes skimmed over the numbers. Then he carefully looked at each number separately just to be sure he was actually looking at a million dollar check.

"What the fuck is this?" his voice was husky and sounded on the verge of a croak. Heero commanded his body no to shiver at the sound of that voice. He had to remain still and as far away from the braided man as possible. Since yesterday he'd been unable to think of anything but the young man's voice, skin, eyes, and silly long braid. It was ridiculous, foolish, and a wonderful. Heero could admit he wanted Duo Maxwell. He wanted the beautiful young man more then anyone or anything in his whole life. But he couldn't have him. It was impossible for Yuy to have someone like Maxwell. His job was too demanding, his life too focused, everything about Heero screamed "no one get near!!!" But Duo Maxwell was getting near, was becoming too important to Yuy, was becoming a liability.

"Its a check Duo."

"I know that you fuck face!!! Whats the meaning of it!?!"

Not the reaction I thought I'd get. Heero coughed a little blushing behind his hand. Duo's violet eyes were flashing with anger and his whole body was stiff with the repressed urge to punch this arrogant son of a bitch. He waved the check in Yuy's face sneering. "Listen pal, I don't fucking need your chairity! I can take care of myself just fine! If you feel guilty," Heero flinched at that, "then don't try to pay it off on me!"

Duo flung the check on the desk and picked up his clipboard thrusting it into Heero's hands. "Now sign this so I can get out of here and not go to jail for beating the shit out of some yuppie rich asshole!"

Confused Heero scribbled his signature looking over Duo's raging stance and embarrassed red cheeks. I insulted him...wait... He was all at once of Duo for denying the money out of pride and concerned for the faux pa that would drive a wedge between himself and the braided lovely.

"Wait."

Duo snatched the paperwork from Yuy's slack hands and snarled. "What?"

Reaching over to grab up the check Heero tore it into pieces then threw them into the trashcan. Duo shifted uncomfortably and sent a longing look towards the door. But Heero couldn't let him leave. Not yet, not until he'd made things right. "If you earned it...would you accept it?"

Violet eyes starred at rich business man like he'd grown a second head. He's not suggesting...he wouldn't...I can't do that!! I...I...fuck he's hot...NO!!!...that's too much! How could he ask me to do something like... Duo knew his knees were shaking. His whole body trembled with something that wasn't rage. A few seconds ago he wanted to slug that handsome face looking back at him. Now just thinking that Heero might want him to...

But for money...jerk!

Duo regained a little of his steam and crossed his arms over his chest. "I ain't working for you bub."

Heero watched the shiver run over Maxwell's body when he'd first mentioned "earning it". God can I do nothing but insult him??? "Not like that Maxwell!" Heero sighed and sat down in his desk chair pulling up several screens on his computer. Duo jumped a little when the windows on Heero's computer pop-ed up on the big screen Yuy had been standing next to earlier. Though he was still angry and confused the braided biker couldn't stop the grin that came to his lips or the sly look in his eye. "Dude you could really view some porn on that thing."

Are you volunteering to pose?...God Yuy get a hold of yourself!!!

"Stock-market." Saying that simple word Heero opened three accounts in Duo's name including a bank and credit card. He took down all the information adding little messages to some to help Maxwell get used to using this new system. After a few minutes of watching Yuy type Duo looked around the room for something to latch onto. He never could stay still for long and the anger that had propelled him to this point had fizzled out. He was no good at holding a grudge.

The office was large like he'd said before. But there was nothing personal about it. No family photos. No trophies from yacht races (though Duo assumed since Heero was rich that he probably owned a few boats he couldn't really see Yuy racing them...or even if he did he couldn't see the blue eyed Asian not coming home with the trophy every time). There was a long large cherry-wood table to one side of the room for business meetings and a sofa on the other side that looked stiff and unwelcoming.

"Done."

Duo turned back to Heero who held out a leaf of paper with several columns of numbers and abbreviations on it. Maxwell took the paper cocking an eyebrow as he read over it. "You're done...but what have you done?"

Yuy ran a tired hand over his eyes and leaned back in his chair before explaining. "I set up some accounts for you. And some in the name of Maxwell church as well before you ask. The money will go into those accounts at the bottom. You're playing the market now Duo. Earning it yourself."

Eyes wide Duo starred down at Heero. "But...you used your money." Heero nodded and pointed to the big screen at a scroll of numbers. "By this time tomorrow I'll be reimbursed." Gazing up at Duo Yuy hoped that now, this time, he wasn't insulted. That he would just take the information and money without being hurt or feeling like he was being bought out. Heero could be happy now. Duo would be taken care of and the orphanage that the braided man seemed to love so much would want for nothing. A tremor like an orgasm vibrated thru Heero's brain.

This is what he wanted. Business was business and Heero Yuy had no place for pleasure in his life. Playing the market, winning a merger, getting the big money...that's where Heero felt pleasure. Knowing that Maxwell was in a better financial state then he'd ever been or ever could've possibly been was all Heero wanted.

At least that's what he thought.

Heero had been sitting with his eyes closed relishing the small thrill his steel-trap mind took in solving the Duo problem. Maxwell had listened to Yuy's explanation to the numbers and the accounts. He'd watched Heero's eyes close and saw his lips part just slightly in a little sigh of contentment. His hair was falling back from his forehead his head up turned relaxed in his chair. Duo smiled softly at the scene of Heero a peace and couldn't resist the urge.

The pressure was sweet and just firm enough to let Yuy know it was there. His eyes snapped open and he sucked in his breath looking up into Duo's sparkling eyes. Duo held the kiss keeping it gentle on Heero's lips for several seconds. When he moved back ending the kiss Heero moved with him prolonging that wonderful feeling for as long as he could. That sent a wave of heat down Maxwells body but things were still too awkward between the two for anything to happen today.

Tonight...wait its night? Fuck!!! Duo looked at the darkening sky and jumped stuffing the paper with his new accounts in his pockets and grabbing his clipboard up. He raced to the door waving merrily behind him at Heero. "See ya around town bud!" And just like that he was gone leaving Heero, the multi-millionaire-business-mogul-extraordinaire, with a hard on and a dreamy gleam in his eyes.

ooO0Ooo

"Oh man I'm so late!!! Oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man..."

"Maxwell?" Duo looked up glad to see his friend Wufei from work. He waved from his motorcycle as Chang drove up to him on his Honda. The Chinese man huffed shaking his head. "What are you doing Maxwell? Your shift ended hours ago. Quatre is getting worried." Duo nodded and kicked his bike to life. "Yeah I know, I know! But I still gotta run one more package."

Looking the braided biker over Wufei felt he looked haggard and flushed. Perhaps he was sick. Shouldn't let him drive a lot if he's not feeling well. Wufei reached over into Duo's saddlebags drawing a yell of protest from the violet-eyed man. Chang pulled out the last package--an envelope--and smirked up at his friend. "You're too out of it Max. I'll take care of this you just go on home."

Duo thought about it a moment. He did feel off after all the weirdness that had happened today. Chang would be as good as his word about finishing up for him...probably even give him credit in the daily log. Grinning with appreciation Duo slapped his friend on the shoulder. "Thanks Wuff! I owe ya one!"

"Just stop calling me 'Wuff' its degrading." Wufei turned his bike and sped off into the direction of the Khushrenada Co.

Serty: Next chapter...Wufei & Treize meet and Duo & Heero start dating!...sorta. Reviews keep it coming kids!!!!