Author's note: Gotten some really good feed back on this story so far. Hope to get more so everybody make my wish come ture and I'll update soon! This chapter deals with one of my secret fav GW couples 5x13. Gotta love big powerful Treize hungering after leathal calculating Wuffers. Too much fun!

Chapter Four: Got Your Package


Quatre looked up from his file-forms at the courier stumbling into the office. The blond clerk cocked an eyebrow at the groggy state of his friend Duo Maxwell. Trying to hold back a wry grin at his normally rambunctious friend's blurry-eyed demeanor this morning Quatre stuck his pencil behind his ear. "Rough night beautiful?" The teasing endearment usually would send the braided biker into a flirting contest with the young clerk but today Duo just rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"Yeah man...I've been up all night!" Scratching the back of his head blinking red-rimmed indigo eyes Duo looked over the counter for several minutes pulling up various notepads, clipboards, and maps. After a second Quatre set down his own work staring curiously at his best friend. "Whatcha huntin'?" Duo shook his head his brow creasing with mild worry. "My sheets man...wheres my fucking clipboard?" He looked up into the bright aqua-blue eyes watching him. Quatre shrugged shaking his head. "You didn't bring it back by yesterday. I thought you'd taken it home." Duo's blurry eyes widened and he slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. "Fuck!! That fuck Wufei never brought it back!" he groaned.

Quatre retrieved his binder that held the comings and goings of all the delivery personal. Frowning he flipped thru the pages his eyes looking worried. "Chang didn't come in either from yesterday...he normally gets here before now but I haven't seen him...why does he have your clipboard?" Duo cringed. This was going to be hard to explain to the young clerk. Quatre was a great guy and Duo's best friend of all time. They'd both gone to high school together and from day one had watched out for each other. You couldn't' find a better friend in the world then the sweet blue-eyed Quatre Winner. Unfortunately you also couldn't find a a bigger Mother Hen either. If Q-man thinks I left a job undone because I'd spent too much time with Heero--er--Mr. Yuy he'll wanna know what we were doing!

Duo couldn't have that. The last boyfriend he'd had called in for deliveries nearly everyday they were together to ensure a quick fuck everyday. At first Duo hadn't minded but soon he was loosing time. Loosing time meant loosing tips and braided man needed that money badly. When he'd confronted Solo about it, asked him if they could slow down a bit, he'd ended up with a broken rib, blooded, and bruised.

Heh...but you should've seen the other guy! Of course Solo got what he deserved for all that bullshit. Duo had seen to that personally with his favorite baseball bat...and then Quatre had shown up and down his own amount of damage on Solo's hide...with his favorite lawyer. They'd sued the shit out of the guy and after pleading "self-defense" with the whole "bat thing" Duo came out on top but just barely.

A high priced lawyer was still a coin sucking moneybag even if he was wearing a nice suit. Duo had gratefully (and not so gratefully) paid him nearly every cent Solo turned over. That was the small price to pay for Duo's 'slight' misjudgment of his former lover's character. The big price came from Quatre whom every since the first day the braided delivery boy showed up for work with bruises kept an annoyingly close eye on his friend. Especially when it came to Duo's love life.

Letting the blond boy know Duo had not only been called in for a job just so a man (a fucking hott man!!) could talk to him would probably send Quatre into another lecture on avoiding men that were trouble. Top that off with the fact that Duo had actually...technically...kissed a customer...

Well, Duo wasn't really in the mood for a fireworks show.

"Yeah...he caught up with me and-and I asked if he could...finish my last run." Duo muttered keeping his eyes on the desk avoiding the concerned gaze of his friend. "I kinda...felt...bad" That wasn't a lie. It also was very much not the truth. He'd left the Preventer Inc. building feeling flustered, awkward, embarrassed, giddy, richer-then-he'd-ever-been-ever, red-from-head-to-toe...any of those worked too.

Sensing that his friend was holding something back from him Quatre thought for a moment then shook his head. When Duo was ready to talk he would surely seek out his best friend and chat his ear off about whatever was on his mind. Until then it was pointless to even try and get him to admit more then he wanted too. It was just the way Maxwell was and Winner knew that.

Sighing the slight blond picked up the phone and hit speed dial 5. Both Duo and Quatre waited for the rings to go by until the answering machine picked up (Wufei hardly ever answered before he heard who was calling on the machine).

"This is Chang Wufei. Keep your message brief and to the point. I'm busy. BEEP!..."

"Wuffers?" Duo spoke into the speaker phone. "Wu? Hey Fei? Wheres my damn sheets? I gotta turn those in man hand 'em over!" Duo's voice was cheerfully snide as he waited for a second to see if his message would be answered. Quatre leaned over the phone after a moment cocking an eyebrow at his long-haired friend. "Maybe he got lucky and stayed somewhere else last night?"

"I heard that Winner!" Snapped an angry voice on the other end. Duo smirked up at his blue-eyed friend "Does that sound like the voice of someone who got laid recently?" Quatre giggled into his hand and over the phone came a snarling reply. "Damnit Maxwell!! YOU are the last fucking person I want to hear a WORD from today!!"

Duo blinked. "What'd I do?" He shot back defensively. There were some muffled sounds on the other side of the line. Duo looked up at Quatre quirking an eyebrow. The sweet blond just shrugged his petite shoulders. After a half a minute the sounds of a door slamming and more non-descriptive noises. Finally Wufei came back on the line sneering. "I'm walking out now...I'll be late but I'm sure Maxwell can take any of my early orders for me! Chang out!" The line went dead and Quatre shut off the phone on their end with an amused smile.

"Well...he's pissed at you."

Duo shrugged and took up the list of the daily deliveries looking for both his and Wufie's numbers. "Whats new about that Q?" He signed for the first ten packages and Quatre went into the back returning with what was signed for plus a new clipboard for Duo to use today.

The braided biker smiled at his friend chatting while he loaded up the saddle bags on his bike. "So how's things with you and that bookworm eh?" The blond clerk's cheeks pinked for a moment and he tried to hide his face in his order form book. "Duo! Trowa isn't a bookworm! He just owns the bookshop! And for you're information I didn't go there last night to see him--I was looking for a book on Arabia." Duo smirked at his friend's embarrassment. "Arab? You really believe you got family there Q?"

A sad look came over Quatre's usually cheerful blue eyes but he smiled anyway. "Well, that's what Dad says...I still...he never talks about...Momma...or why he left and brought me here..." Duo winced at the melancholy of his friend and shook his head. "I'm sorry Q. I didn't mean ta make you feel down." The blond counter boy grinned his eyes a little too bright. "It's okay Duo don't worry about it. Dad just never talks about our family and I can't help but wonder why...Look at that I'm making you late! You should hit the road D."

Throwing a leg over his black ninja Duo leveled his indigo eyes on his friend a serious look settling over his features. "Dude I wouldn't care if I lost my job over it...if you wanna talk anytime, you let me know." With that the braided biker kick started his motorcycle and peeled out of the front room of "About Town Delivery."

"Right back at you Duo...Whenever you're ready." Quatre murmured watching his friend leave.

ooO0Ooo

Wufei strode into the office slamming a clipboard on the counter top so hard Quatre jumped. "There!" He snarled, "Maxwell's damn sheets! Tell him he can shove them!" The Chinese man whirled round to collect his drops for the day and load them on his 2004 Honda 599 (nice bike!) pulling the straps to the saddle bags in sharp jerks. Wufei's body was stiff (even for him) but just like with Duo Quatre knew he couldn't just out right ask what was wrong. They were both his dear friends but sometimes the petite blond wondered if they took some kind of perverse pleasure making him worry so much.

Taking up the sheets held fast to the wood pad by the metal spring the blue-eyed counter boy read over the last name on the paper for any hints as to what was bothering Chang.

"Khushrenada didn't sign?" Quatre asked.

At the sound of that name Wufei tensed even more. He turned sharply looking at the offending clipboard growling with frustration and disgust. Quatre watched his friend blush bright red then stomp back over to the desk and with a jerky hand scrolled a name in the empty space.

"There, happy now?" The words spat out of Wufei's tight lips while his eyes avoided looking at the man behind the counter at all cost. Quatre cocked an eyebrow at his friend and tilted his head like a curious little bird. "It'll do I guess...You took that package for Duo what went wrong? Did the guy not tip you?"

Wufei blanched then grabbed up his empty clipboard huffing and grumbling about "Not the tip I'd expected!" before he rushed back to the safety of his bike and the open road.

ooO0Ooo

Duo yawned for the umpteenth time easily guiding his Kawasaki through the press of traffic with one hand. He was tired. Hell who wouldn't be after staying up all night watching their money grow? Because that's what he'd been doing. From the moment he got home to the wee hours of the morning when he realized he'd have to go to work at seven that morning the braided man had watched the stock market on his 12 inch TV. His stocks were not only as profitable as Heero--er--Mr. Yuy had said they would be they were sky rocketing!

Duo had called Sister Helen to tell her the good news. She said something along the lines of "miracle" and then fainted on the phone. Of course Duo shouted on the line until on of the older kids in the orphanage had found the nun's prone body and assured him she was fine just a little giddy.

Tired but on top of the world that perfectly expressed Duo's feelings right then. Maxwell Church Orphanage would never be in danger of closing again! Duo had called up every loan shark he'd ever used and paid up his debts! He even threw in an extra month's rent for the land lady. Everything was for once in his life perfect!

So why was he feeling listless?

Was it the money? Did he feel like some undeserving fat-cat living high on the hog while others scraped by to survive? Not even in his wildest fantasies could the violet-eyed man picture himself becoming that. He had money now sure but that was no reason to go crazy with it. After all lots of folks got their hands on some cash and ended up blowing all of it on fancy houses or cars they didn't drive. That life wasn't for him. Maybe a better apartment but he would have to wait another three months til his current lease was up. Maybe a tune up for his faithful little ninja.

These thoughts turned down the road of getting some new books for his empty shelves, taking his friends out to eat for once, paying Howard back for all the times he'd saved his ass. Turning down a familiar stretch of road Duo spotted a deli on the corner while his mind still mused. He could afford some new DVDs now, some Cd's, new cloths. Maybe even a new leather jacket...Heero would look sexilious in leather...

Duo slammed his brakes hard just outside the deli's roadside parking. "Heero...where the hell had that thought come from?"

Sure they had shared a kiss. Well, actually Duo had done most of the kissing and why the hell not? The guy that two days ago was gonna bust him for being reckless had instead set the braided biker up for life! The man was saint! A gift from god! A gift from god in tight pants...

Hoping off his bike Duo walked into the bistro shaking his head. "Yeah right Maxwell. The guy did you a major favor...two in-fact. And all you can come up with is bending over to say 'thanks'! God I'm fucked up."

Duo wasn't paying attention. If he had been maybe he would've seen the two other men sitting in their business suits at one of the cafe tables. Maybe wouldn't of picked the bar stool just behind them. At the very least he wouldn't have checked out one of the business man's butt (the one not facing him the other was a little on the old side for Duo's taste though he did have gorgeous tawny eyes).

Instead fate (and a scheming fanfic writer) placed Duo Maxwell directly behind Heero Yuy and Treize Khrushenada.

ooO0Ooo

(Flash back)

Sun setting did little to dim the bright lights of the city. Street lamps flared to life while neon signs flickered on and off. Traffic lights, billboard signs, and window shops enhanced the beckon like effect of mid evening giving the city line a bright glowing heartbeat visible to all who gazed upon it. Wufei wasn't gazing though. He was barely acknowledging street signals as he sped his red 599 down a stock-market district. Always concerned for the well fare of a friend the Chinese delivery man had seen his fellow employee looking pale just outside the Preventer Inc. building in the business district. The two sections of town were fairly close together so without a thought Chang had offered to complete Duo's last drop off of the day.

Khushrenada Co. was a large building on the outside standing at least ten or twelve floors higher then any other in the vicinity. Wufei had come from a relatively rich home so such grandeur didn't seem to phase him in the last. Nor did he consider that such a prestigious company as would have its own courier and not need his services. It wasn't uncommon for a large cooperation to use a small time delivery business when the material was...eh-em...less the kosher. But that wasn't Chang's fault. He had no knowledge of what he was delivering nor any desire to know. It was all business for him to be here so when he waltzed right up to the front desk and flopped the large envelope on the counter he considered his job already half done.

All he needed now was a signature.

Instead he received a key and, just like Maxwell had the same day in another building, was told to use it to get to the top floor. Taking up the key and the manila envelope the Asian man nodded a thank you to the secretary moving toward the elevator with steady confidante steps.

Top floor another secretary with buns in her hair buzzed him into the head man's office. Somewhat more hesitantly then before Wufei walked through the double open doors. They closed with a soft click behind him. Chang's onyx eyes scanned the room for someone anyone to tell him what the hell was going on...Or at least to sign the stupid form so he could get out of here!

The office looked more like a study/den then a place to work. Comfy couches and plush rugs decorated the large space and at one side was a giant roaring fire under an elegant mantle. A tall man was leaning against the mantle stirring a glass of wine in his hand eyes intent on the dancing flames.

The man by the fire didn't look up when Wufei came in but he was aware of it. His hand stilled in mixing the crimson mixture in his round wine glass taking an appreciative sip. After a few moments Chang cleared his voice in a very deliberate manner. This gentleman may have had all the time in the world but Wufei was eager to be done with his (and Duo's) daily work. A warm bed, a good book, and a homemade meal (as soon as he popped it in the microwave) were on the Asian man's to-do list that night. Some over paid office manager in a corner office wasn't going to make the dark-haired biker late for his evening plans.

At least that's what was rolling around in Wufei's head. Until Treize turned around.

They both seemed stunned to see the other. Black fathomless eyes meeting honey drizzled cinnamon orbs were locked into a surprised starring contest. Wufei's lips parted in a slight soundless 'oh' before his tan cheeks burned red. Treize was a man of business and power but found himself utterly captivated by this exotic beauty dressed in motorcycle leathers. It was Chang who came too first. He'd stepped back as if to run from the building fleeing those intense eyes gazing from that too handsome face. His back met with the door the knob pushing into the curve of his butt as if to urge him forward into the office.

Taking the hint and muscling up all the will power in creation Wufei squared his shoulders and held out the clipboard and the envelope out toKhushrenada . It took a half a second before Treize could move his eyes away from the Asian man down to the file he was offering.

Wufei, face still flushed, shoved the package out toward the taller man. "A...About Town Delivery...Please sign here."

MMmm...love to hear that voice scream... Treize smirked in understanding. So this was the reason Heero opted to take Khushrenada 's deal at face value. It wasn't the contract or the money. Yuy had a courier on staff there was no reason on this planet for him to send out for a special messenger.

Unless the messenger was special!

Having been in business with Preventer Inc for many long years Treize had come to know its C.E.O. fairly well. They could even be considered friends in a rivalry sort of way. He'd attended meetings, parties, business trips all with Yuy and so knew the man's taste in...pleasures. Heero had an eye for beauty. Specifically it seemed...beautiful men!

How fortunate for me. Treize thought. He had no idea he and the Preventer Inc mogul had such similar taste! This was both a shock and a delight. Perhaps he could persuade Yuy to come visit his good friend Zechs in the Country for some recreational business. But that could come later...right now...

Right now, I'm going to devour this lovely gift Yuy sent me!

With that thought firmly on his mind and the sight of Wufei blushing so prettily before him Treize crossed the distance between them in a few long legged strides that had the Chinese man gulping wide eyed. Being sure to loom over the slighter man but not appear threatening Khushrenada took up the clipboard and the package his eyes never leaving Chang's.

"Thank you...Won't you come in? I'll just be a moment."

Any other time Wufei would have scowled and asked "what was there to delay in signing?" . Tonight his brain seemed to have fizzled out. Fingers falling limp to his side as the package left his care the onxy eyed man simply nodded going over to a low sofa near the fire. Treize smiled and nodded in approval. This gorgeous creature sitting in his office seemed to be just as taken with him as he was with the beauty. That would make things so much easier.

The sandy haired man made a big show of pulling out the envelopes contents, schedules for the next years shipping manifest, nothing really and concentrated on reading over every line while keeping the young man in his peripheral vision. On the sofa looking between the orange fire and trying not to glance over at Khrushenada every few seconds Chang sat with perfect posture breathing deep to regulate his heart beat.

After a few minutes Treize murmured a victorious "Aha!" In a flourish he dropped the papers onto his desk smiling in satisfaction. He took up the bottle of wine and refilled his cup plus another one taking them both over to the couch.

He handed over the drink to a skeptical Wufei who none the less took it graciously. Sitting close enough to be intimate but far to one side to allow for personal space the tall man grinned and toasted his wine.

"To the messenger for bringing me good news." And then he took a sip. The Asian man seemed startled but smiled briefly nodding a thank you before sampling his wine. He let the dark liquid swirl around his tongue for a moment. Treize nearly stopped breathing at the look of sheer bliss that swept over Wufei's unique features. The man was certainly a rarity tasting the liquor eyes shut smile of recognition drifting dreamily over his lips. as if the drink were an old forgotten friend paying his tongue a visit.

Treize did loose focus with reality for a second when the younger man moaned low in his throat nursing another drink with thoughtful satisfaction. "Mmm...I know this vintage. Very nice. But more along the lines of an evening at home then a celebration I'd think."

Honey-dipped eyes wide a smile of curiosity tinging his lips Khushrenada edged closer. This...delicious, strange, erotic...delivery boy was turning his head in ways seldom few had ever accomplished. They began talking after that, neither one paying much heed to the time, or how much alcohol they were consuming. It was slow going at first with Treize inching closer every quarter hour until he and Wufei sat side by side speaking in soft voices gazing at the fire.

Wufei had confided that he'd been raised quite well off but that his family's principles bothered him so he came to the city shortly after college. Without his parents money to back him he was basically homeless until Howard found him and gave him a job. He spoke of his companions at work being the first real friends he'd ever really had. Treize shared just as much bragging until the exotic beauty called him on it. An action that only inflamed the older man's attraction. So then Treize talked about his spare time activities many of them being carnal desires unmentionable in polite society. He was charmed how Wufei asked insightful questions, made keen observations, and murmured in agreement all the while his face turning a bright bashful pink.

"I would think that adding another strap to the harness would rectify that problem Mr.Khushrenada .." Wufei wasn't so so much sitting on the sofa anymore as lounging in the corner of one side. Treize had his tie off and top buttons of his dress shirt undone. They sat thighs pressed together arms barely touching faces close. Treize was nodding at Chang's suggestion when he suddenly decided they'd been talking long enough. All the signs pointed to this moment as being perfect. Wufei was relaxed, slightly buzzed, and obviously interested. Treize was eager, instantly enthralled, and swimming in the dark depths of the Chinese man's eye.

Their noses nudged. Their smiles met. Tongue followed lips in a lazy heated waltz for dominance. In the end Wufei didn't so much give in as lay back to enjoy the pleasures of Treize's tongue stroking the roof of his mouth. Hands soon followed opening leather jacket and crisp pressed dress shirt. The tall man brought a hand up to cup Wufei's cheek. Their shirts and jackets no longer a burden Treize leaned in over Chang pressing tan skin to dusky pale.

And then the glass slipper was off and the pumpkin changed back.

Wufei's brain screeched to a halt his eyes popping open in sudden terror. Treize felt the supple body beneath him freeze up. He barely had time to ask what was wrong before a swift powerful shove had him reeling back onto the couch. Chang didn't waste a second snatching up his clipboard and running at blinding speed for the door. Thankfully it opened without any barriers. Bypassing the elevator the Asian man hit the stairwell running down four flights in rapid leaps before bobbing out of the narrow hallway and back infront of an elevator. He rode the small metal box down to the ground level.

Wufei was out the door and on his bike before Treize could even decide if he should make chase or...

He didn't really have another option. But it seemed that Chang wasn't going to give him enough time to make good on his first idea. All that remained of the gorgeous delivery man was the faint smell of ginger he left in his wake and a worn leather jacket resting where the man once sat.