AN: Thank you again dear readers for your continued reading of my story. I have to admit I went through several drafts of this chapter before I was happy with it. Dorothy doesn't know what a wicked man she had awoken in Quatre XD

Chapter 6

"Marriage Game"

000

"Quatre-sama what possessed you to do such a thing?" Ahmed asked honestly as he set dinner down in front of the heir to the Winner Corporation

Quatre took a bite of the lamb before be looked up innocently at the 3 older men

"What?" he replied after swallowing

"Come now- the naive bit hasn't worked with us in years Quatre-sama" Rashid said plainly. Dishing out his own food and joining them.

Quatre took another bite of food before answering

"She tortures me being here. I have no space, I have no privacy and perhaps if I examine my feelings further I may just be a bit angry at her." Quatre replied honestly.

Hurt too, but he would not tell them that. Even now the taste of the gloss lingered on his tongue. Not even Ahmed's excellent dinner could erase it. Not only that, the touch of Dorothy's mouth had been softer than a rose- even now he felt the touch upon his thumb like a live brand- burning. He must have well and truly repulsed her with his actions.

"The course of love never did run smooth" Abdul said, only to have Rashid step firmly on his foot.

Quatre tilted his head to stare at the them "Dorothy has made it very clear that she has no feelings for me. But since we are in a peculiar situation with this marriage I don't think there is anything that can be done for a time. I intend to do the honorable thing & annul the marriage once all this dies down"

Rashid formidable brows shot into his hair but he said nothing.

What was wrong with him? The idea of annulling the marriage made him suddnely feel sick.

"Has Dorothy eaten Ahmed?" he asked then

"She just took some tea, otherwise I don't think she's eaten Quatre-sama". Quatre stood up.

"I'll take a plate to her"

Ahmed traded at look with Rashid

"That is an excellent idea" Ahmed replied

000

Dorothy jumped when a gentle knock fell on her room door, she had opened one of the driest books she had brought to read. Hoping that it would calm her- to no such luck. Instead she was pacing the room like a restless tigress, her heart still pounding hard. Quatre's presence was like a physical thing around her

"Who is it?"

There was a pause "Its me I've brought you dinner"

Dorothy took a deep breath and crossed the room to open the door.

Quatre was standing there with a tray laden with food,from the delicious smell wafting from under the silver cover Dorothy thought it to be one of the Maganacs excellent cuisine.

"Thank you" she took the tray from him and set it on the dresser near the door.

"Dorothy..."

Dorothy recovered enough to paste her usual sardonic smile on her face "I'm afraid I'm quite tired and won't be able to talk anymore tonight. Goodnight Quatre" with that she softly shut the door in his face

000

The man known simply as Argent sat in the nondescript car a street away from Quatre Winners private residence. Residence was too modest perhaps, it was large enough to be called a mansion. What would you expect from a capitalist pig like the little brat? It might have been the grandest mansion in this neighborhood of mansions.

As the Leader expected the house was now even more heavily guarded then before and as Argent consulted the blueprint maps once more - the estate had been built well. Well enough that it would be hard to get in, except for one place- there was an interesting trellis of bougainvillea which ran up the length of the west side of the mansion. Past two floors, one he knew to be where the infamous Dorothy Catalonia was staying and directly above her- was Quatre Winner the former Gundam Pilot of Sandrock. Interesting...

The Organization knew everything- right now to who was responsible for blowing up the colony during the war ten years ago with Gundam Zero One. Poor, Poor Quatre driven mad by a system that Miss. Catalonia used so well against him- why if Dorothy had stabbed him a few centimeters to the left he probably would have been dead. A shame too... A sinister little smile curled Argents thin lips.

Now the two were to be married on Sunday- perhaps Quatre Winner was a masochist marrying to the woman that hated him more than any other person in the world.

The Leader said he should take things slow, that hitting them when they were most vulnerable would be the wedding night. Argent knew that they would be returning here for the wedding night before moving to somewhere else. Where the information network wasn't quite sure. The maids had been dismissed from the household, apparently it was the 3 men who continually shadowed the brat that had taken running over of the mansion.

Argent had come up with a way to deal with them- but that was for the wedding night. As the old saying goes 'slow and steady wins the race.'

0000

Dorothy couldn't sleep-it was around 5:00 and early predawn light touched the iron grey sky. Quietly she slipped down the stairs and went to the kitchen to fix a cup of coffee before seeking the shelter of the plushest velvet armchair in this decadent place. She was still feeling very conflicted from last night, her dreams had tormented her. In those dreams Quatre had been a skilled lover- worshipping her body with a skill that had made her awaken with her covers tangled around her and her body covered in sweat.

She now feared that sleep was no longer an option- taking a sip she sunk down into the red velvet chair with a soft sigh. Not realizing that someone else had the same idea. Quatre was curled on the oversized brocade chaise fast asleep. A pile of paperwork lay neatly on the floor, his small laptop and fountain pen on top. A light throw had been tucked around his shoulders no doubt one of the Maganac members had been child enough to cover him from the chill.

Dorothy felt an odd little smile quirk up the corners of her lips- how these battle hardened men doted on Quatre Winner still stunned her. Apparently Quatre charmed everyone he met... As if sensing her scrutiny Quatre rolled over into his back with a sigh, the throw falling to the carpeted floor. For a moment Dorothy vacillated on whether to rise and retrieve it. Though the cooling system ensured a comfortable temperature through most of this vast mansion. Dorothy keenly felt the early morning chill- perhaps this was the unique temperature fluctuations of the desert?

Finally she crossed the distance and retrieved the throw. Watching how a fine trembling had begun on Quatre's lips, his platinum brows drew together in distress. Was he having a nightmare? Dorothy lightly wrapped the throw around him and paused.

Quatre had said that her mouth had tortured him these last weeks. Well did he know how she felt for all these years? Wickedly she bent and pressed her lips to his- his reaction was decidedly lazy at first resisting her gentle urging to part his lips. Before with a soft groan Quatre parted his lips beneath hers. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her down till she was half sprawled on top of him. Kissing her as if to devour her, Dorothy felt reason desert her when his hands came under the thin cotton of her shirt finding the curve of her hip and tugged down her light pajama pant

"Quatre" she broke the kiss to gaze down at the former Gundam pilot. There was a sparkle in his eyes that she had never seen before

"Is this your modus operandi to assault me in my sleep Dorothy? Didn't you learn from this?" he asked huskily gazing up at her through his lashes. His fingertips brushed the place where the dagger had cut her neck. She shuddered as his tongue flicked over the little scar there.

"I couldn't resist you looked so sweet lying here" She forced out as strong white teeth nipped the nape of her neck she moaned. Quatre seemed to purr like some big cat shifting so that Dorothy straddled his hips.

"I am no saint, no angel, I am simply a man Dorothy. I never wish to hear those words pass from your pretty lips again."

Leave it to Quatre to strike her at her most vulnerable- the snake. His arousal was so plain that it was driving her to distraction- so he wasn't some divine being after all. Now the angel beneath her looked more like his fallen brethren then the pure beings of light that she remembered seeing in paintings as a child.

"Now go back to sleep Dorothy- if we go any farther I don't think you want any of my Guardians waking up to see us in a compromising position. They are light sleepers" he blinked sleepily up at her. Dorothy gave a little sniff

"You are a awful man Mr. Winner" she replied shifting off of him " to leave a woman wanting" she stood her whole body trembling, every nerve ending on fire. Fixing her pajamas she turned to face him. He lay their like a decadent pasha or perhaps Adonis- gazing at her through his lashes

"You've left me wanting far longer " his eyes flashed "there is a bit of space here" he shifted to leave enough space for someone of her slight frame to sleep "-if you would like to remain"

The little smile that quirked his kiss swollen lips was decidedly evil. With all the imperiousness of a queen Dorothy looked down her nose at the Quatre Winner wondering what had possessed him in these few short hours. She turned to leave when his pleasure darkened voice stopped her

"Do I have your promise my dear to never speak that name again?"

She hesitated "You do-"

Dorothy calmly made her way up to the stairs, feeling Quatre's eyes on her till she reached the landing. Unable to resist she peaked over the railing to look down into the living room. In the peach light of morning, Quatre's eyes were glimmering gold.

"Good night Dorothy" he called up to her.

Dorothy fled

0000

Rashid found Quatre-sama at his favorite chaise curled up like a small child. To escape the encroaching morning light Quatre had turned to face the wall, dragging the throw nearly over his head. Rashid glanced at his Rolex it was past sunrise already. Another late night for the young man

"Quatre-sama" he called.

Quatre rolled over and sat up, Dorothy's perfume seemed to be all around him. His dress shirt he noted was missing a button and his belt was crooked, he tasted her sweetness in his mouth. This was madness- to think that only in a few short weeks he would throw everything aside as a gentleman to tease her like this.

He liked Dorothy's blushes- he liked her little moans and silken flesh. Perhaps when they were well and truly alone Quatre will show her what he could do with his fingers and his mouth that would make her scream with pleasure.

Rashid was surprised at strange smile had gathered on the corner of the young man's mouth. Lovesickness perhaps? Judging from the faint smell of perfume in the living room the leader of the Maganac Corp could guess what had happened. Apparently it had not gone to far enough though. Rashid was mightily glad he was spared the scene of walking in on his young charges tryst with Dorothy Catalonia.

"There has been a change of plans for after the wedding. We have received reports that are quite unsavory. Do I have your trust in this Quatre-sama?" Rashid began.

Quatre nodded knowing that it was only a matter of time that the Blue Tsars made their move.

"Excellent I will go put on some coffee while you dress"

0000

Sanderson Fellowes stepped into the Heirs private office to see that Quatre was surrounded by several stacks of paperwork. A mp3 of Chopin's Ballade No.1 in G Minor Op.23 played by Zimerman sounded gently in the austere silence of the office. Broken only by the scratching of the fountain pen as it moved across the paper.

"You called me for Mr. Winner?" he prompted

"Rashid and his group will be taking over all aspects concerning the well being of my bride and I directly after the reception. There will be no need for your services until after the honeymoon."

Sanderson was shocked "Has my services been unsatisfactory Mr. Winner ?"

"Other than making a spectacle of my private life no. What of my fitting for the reception tuxedo?" Quatre replied smoothly

Sanderson swallowed- there was a kind of impatient ruthlessness in Quatre today. Apparently Dorothy being at his private residence was fraying his nerves. Sanderson felt a deep satisfaction in this. How far had he gone with her? Perhaps Quatre was a man like any other...

"Sanderson?" Quatre prompted

The Head of the PR department cleared his throat "A representative from Simon & French will be here in an hour"

"Thank you Sanderson, you are dismissed." Quatre replied and without another word returned to his paperwork. Bemused Sanderson Fellowes left the office and wondered if he still had his job in the morning.

000 Sunday 000

Dorothy sat numbly at the reception dinner wearing her exquisite blush gown and listening to the buzz of converastion around her. Quatre was surrounded by the gaggle of his sisters, it was disorienting to be around so many woman who looked so eerily alike. Not only that they were all crooning and fawning over their youngest brother. Who naturally was embarrassed- his face a crimson red. Dorothy admitted she had no desire to save him from his present situation. No matter how she cared for him- she would not willingly walk into the landmine that the the Winner sisters.

A tall slender woman approached the bridal table- Dorothy knew that this woman was Quatre's oldest sister Ira & like her youngest sibling she was gentle and kind. Dorothy noted with a pang of bitterness that there was sympathy or maybe pity in those kind eyes.

"Dorothy-san it is a pleasure to finally meet you" Dorothy shook her hand and smiled.

"The pleasure is mine Ira-san. Quatre speaks very fondly of you."

"I don't know why, we haven't seen each other in years" Ira replied "being a married woman has diverged our paths. But I am glad to know that my little brother is still fond me" Ira replied plainly casting her eyes toward the circle of her siblings

Dorothy was shocked, had Quatre alienated everyone in his family since he had inherited his fathers company?

Ira bent to take Dorothy's hand "I wish you all the happiness in the world Dorothy-san. Perhaps one day we can call one another sisters"

"Ira-chan!" one of the Winner sisters broke from the crowd to come over and grab Ira's hand. Dorothy watched as Ira made her excuses and was pulled away to another part of the venue. She watched the woman's slender back with mixed emotions- she now perfectly understood where Quatre had obtained his cryptic way of speaking.

"Dorothy" that familiar deep voice dragged her out of her reverie. It was none other then her newly minted husband Quatre. She smiled faintly

"Yes my dear?" she asked in her best flutter of her lashes.

"Would you like to step outside with me for a moment?" he asked, holding out his hand to her. A bold move- all eyes were now on them Dorothy took his hand and together they went out onto the balcony for some fresh air.

Dorothy released his hand when they were out of sight, sitting down on one of the marble benches with a sigh of relief. The cool stone was mercifully cool in the dry heat of Dubai.

"Why did you bring me out here Quatre?" she asked then, noting the elegant cream suit he wore for the reception. This was undoubtedly subdued compared to the red silken dream that he wore for the wedding. He looked like some ancient prince out of a fantasy realm, where her own wedding garments and hijab had been just as exquisite but to see Quatre dressed that way had made her hot.

"I thought you would like some fresh air" he replied leaning on the marble blaustreade and gazing out into the formal english garden "you looked a bit green around the gills watching me with my sisters"

Wicked man! Dorothy was impressed how well he knew her- even though they existed in this strange limbo between friends and lovers.. It seemed that she could always count on him for his honesty. Another gold star for Quatre Winner.

"What were you wearing for the ceremony? I daresay it made more than just me a little hot under the collar" Dorothy barbed changing the subject for the memory of his pink tongue, those heavy lidded eyes, the way he had kissed and carressed her was rising within her. The wedding ceremony had been somehow very intimate as if it had only been the two of them and the iman.

"Sada-sama picked them out" he replied

Dorothy recalled the older man that they had met at the beginning of the reception. Apparently he was some kind of former nobility- a real prince... He seemed to also fierecely care for Quatre and treat him much like a son. Not that such an idea was surprising, Quatre would make any father proud.

"Then the gentleman has a sense of humor, you looked like a decadent prince."

Quatre turned to her with a sheepish smile "Dorothy please"

She stood up to come stand beside him hesitantly she reached out and put her hand over his. She felt very numb right now, the idea that she was Quatre's wife had not yet entirely penetrated into her exacting brain.

"Quatre-" her mouth was suddenly dry, her grip tightening around his hand "I love you. I want you to understand that marrying you today has been my deepest and most" her voice caught "forbidden desire. I believe it has been my desire since that day on Libra"

There was a long pause, tears had welled up to drip down her face and sliding his hand from hers Quatre turned to kiss those tears away. Dorothy felt her passion flare almost immediately, the scent of his cologne all around her. His lips brushed her cheek

"I am so happy" he whispered grasping her shoulders tenderly. She could hear the smile in his voice. The emotion that made his words thick, husky- the tears that she had been supressing flowed faster.

"Doubt my feelings no longer Dorothy. I think I proved my passion to you that morning-but" he wet his lips "you've kept me waiting so long" his voice deepened with an edge of desperation. She felt a revelation flow over her as she looked into his eyes,

"You've been in love with me all these years?" she had thought that perhaps that his feelings had started just a few weeks ago, but...

Quatre nodded "I belong to you" he said taking her hand "you've branded me" he pressed her delicate hand to his hip where the scar lay. Her face flamed as joy flowed through her and with a laugh Dorothy threw are arms around his neck and kissed him sweetly.

0

"You see my dear, it all worked itself out. Think how happy Trowa and the others will be" Heero said in her ear. As they stood together behind a large fern & watched the newly married couple through the french doors which lead out to the balcony.

"Heero if they see us, they will think we are spying" Relena whispered with a grin.

"But we are spying" the former pilot of Zero One countered with a quirk of his dark brow and a shadow of a smile on his carnal lips. Relena looked into his eyes and suppressed a snort

"Perhaps we should give them a bit of time alone" Heero added blandly and Relena turned back to the sweet scene to see that it was not so innocent now. She flushed and Heero covered her eyes

"Voyeur- hentai" he whispered pulling her away and back into the glittering wedding party.