Pairings: Duo/Heero

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

Comment: Hot boys in collars? Yes please!

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

Black, White and Blue

"Wake up. You've got a phone call."

"Nnnn." Duo shifted in the bed, his eyes opening tiredly as he laid there for a few seconds savoring the warmth and softness of the bed he was laying in. He felt like he slept for days, far more than he normally felt in his spring filled bed at home with his flat mattress. He was a little more than surprised he wasn't freaking out to find himself in this foreign place and not at home. Heck the place was really comfortable and would have been the perfect vacation spot if it weren't for the collar around his neck.

Wait…did he say phone call?

Sitting up quickly, Duo let his eyes rest on the boy from yesterday, trying to remember his name. "Trowa, right?" At the nod from the green eyed boy, Duo blinked before he gave him a cheesy little grin. "Not a bad name. I'm sure I could come up with a nickname for ya soon." Stretching, he hopped out of bed, not bothering to glance around for long before looking back at the taller boy, noticing the soft green material he was wearing, similar to Duo's own black outfit. "You said I have a phone call? From who?"

"From Mr. Quatre Winner." There was a flicker of something in those blank eyes at the name that made Duo question what this guy knew about his best friend. Then again, the Winner name was something everyone knew. Hell, Quatre R. Winner was more famous than the president being one of the riches, if not the riches guy in the world. Which was one thing that made Duo question why the guy felt like it was so important that these guys that owned this weirdo place needed to buy his machines. Why would Quat even want to be associated with a place like this?!

"Well then I guess I better go have a talk with the man then," Duo said walking over and slapping the pointy haired one on the shoulder as he gave his most charming smile. "Wouldn't want him freaking out."

Even if I did lose the bet.

He couldn't wait to tell him about what happened. He was sure his best bud would come to his rescue with 200 cops, a tank, and a chopper that said free the pretty boy Maxwell. After all, Duo Maxwell was the best salesman he'd ever had. Besides, wasn't it illegal to keep him here?

"Quat, you can't be serious!"

"But Duo, it'll only be for a few days until we get things straightened out! I'm sure it won't be that bad. And I saw you were a white collar so I know you'll be treated well."

Damn it, Quat, being a slave is NOT ok! Wait…how does he know about this white collar thing?

Duo had tried giving his best, I'm so cute please don't leave me here, pout but apparently that wasn't working on his friend. The look on Quatre's face in the two way communicator was definitely saying it wasn't going to be that easy to convince him. Come to think of it, why was he trying to convince Quatre to save him? Shouldn't he be trying his darn-est to try and rescue him?

"Why? Why do I have to wait so long, Quat?" The quick glance to the side told Duo enough that Quatre was plotting out what he was going to tell him. He finally said something, but it had nothing to do with what Duo wanted to hear. "I can't just barge into someone's company like that without warning. Besides you…kinda signed a contract saying you'd work for Mr. Zechs."

Bullshit!

"What contract?!" Duo scowled glaring at him, never feeling so angry with his best friend before. What did he take him for? He would have remembered if he'd signed a contract giving his life over to some wack job guy who apparently jacking off over the sight of pretty boys. He didn't care how pretty the guy was, it wasn't right!

"Well…" Now Quatre blushed slightly as he tapped his fingers together nervously. "Remember when we…kinda got drunk the other night to celebrate that really big sale we made? And I um…dared you to sign your name without it looking like scribbles? That was…kinda…the contract."

Ok, at this point Duo was too much stuck in the state of shock to even be mad. He never knew his best friend could be so sneaky. "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious." Quatre shook his head, giving Duo a look that seemed he was asking for forgiveness. "But it's really not for long. Just hold out for a little while for me, pleeease?"

"Like I have a choice," Duo said feeling himself calming down slightly due to the magic that was Quatre's adorable pout, that coupled with the fact that he felt pretty helpless right now. "I wish you would have just said something instead of tricking me like this, Quat. You know, that really hurts." And he was speaking the truth about it. It really did hurt to know that Quatre was willing to trick his best friend like that. And what for? Duo didn't even know what he was being sacrificed for.

"I'm sorry," Quatre said again, sounding very sincere about it this time as he stared at Duo with sad eyes. "I should have known better." Suddenly his eyes turned serious, enough so that Duo blinked finding himself on the alert. "Duo, there's something else you need to know about that place. I want you to be careful while you're there. I'm not fully sure what's going on but if you happen to find something out, please be sure to tell me as soon as possible using that new watch I gave you, ok? Also, I think there's some kind of expe-"

The line was cut, Quatre's face disappearing from sight and leaving Duo staring off into space trying to figure out what just happened. What was going on? What had Quatre been about to say? What the hell had he gotten mixed up into?

"I think you've been on far long enough," Zechs said coming into the room and smiling at Duo. "We can't let your pretty eyes get strained like that. So…" Zechs stopped in front of Duo, using a hand to brush against the braided boy's chin. "I'm told that you find things to your liking. Do you like your new room?"

"Charming," Duo said sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he reached up pushing Zechs's hand away. "How long are you planning on keeping me here?"

"For as long as I want," Zechs said smirking slightly as he stared down at him, not effected at all by Duo's hostility. Who could blame him? He had some hot guy hanging over him like a wolf about to bite into a piece of juicy, tender meat. "You are one of my charming prizes. I must keep you nearby so that no one else can claim you." The way he looked at him when he said that made Duo shudder and look away. Just like he thought, he was being treated like a pet. A special pet, but a pet nonetheless. It made him wonder what the blue collar position must be like.

"So what am I supposed to do here?" Duo asked, deciding to keep what Quatre had said to himself. The last thing he needed to do was to cause trouble for himself, especially with nothing to fall back on. Hell, these guys could probably kill him without a soul knowing about it. He'd like to think he was just overreacting…but somewhere deep down inside, he knew that was a lie.

"As a white collar, you are free to walk around on the first and second floors. The third floor, fourth floor, and the basement are restricted areas for the black and white collars. However, the black collars are not allowed on the floor two. There are body guards nearby if you need help with anything at any time. Other than that, you are free to do whatever you want until I have need for you."

Duo blinked eyeing him suspiciously, thinking that just sounded way too odd to him. "That's it? No, bring me dinner; rub me feet, none of that stuff?"

"Not unless I ask you to," Zechs said again as he reached down touching the top of Duo's head. "But being a white collar, your duties won't be mundane like that. That's what the black collars are for."

"Ok, I don't get it," Duo said shaking his head once more and attempted to again smack the hand away from him. "What exactly do I do here? What are the white collars here for?"

"That…you'll have to wait to find out," Zechs said using the same hand that was slapped from the braided one's head to brush up against his's cheek before he turned heading for the door. "Now be a good boy and make sure you keep that body of yours nice and perfect." Duo frowned staring at the man before eyeing the body guards that came in taking guard beside the door.

Feels more like they're keeping an eye on us than helping us.

Sighing Duo stepped out of the room to find Trowa right there waiting on him. "Wow aren't you ever so dutiful," Duo muttered darkly as he started walking, the other following behind him.

"We should go eat dinner while it's still hot," Trowa said, not even showing any care for Duo's sarcastic comment.

"Yeah we should…wouldn't want to starve my perfect body now would I?" Not getting a reply once again, Duo sighed turning his thoughts inward, thinking about all that had just been said to him. He had free reign of all places but the third floor, the fourth, and the basement. The third floor, he figured must be for the blue collar…fifth appeared to be the floor that both Zechs and Treize stayed, though he hadn't seen Treize yet.

Thank god.

However, it didn't stop him wondering what was on those floors to make them restricted. In fact, he was wondering what was going on in the basement that he didn't know about. What was Zechs hiding that he didn't want his pretty boys to find out about?

"So," Duo said conversationally as he glanced over at Trowa, letting him take the lead since he didn't have a clue where he was going yet. "How in the world did you get stuck in a place like this?"

"I've been here ever since I was ten." Trowa shrugged his shoulders, not thinking it unnatural at all. "It's all I really know now. Wufei was just recently brought in himself though," Trowa glanced over at him then, " he doesn't actually agree with it."

Sweet! At least I'm not alone in that thought!

"As for Heero, the blue collar, he's been here since he was about six." Whoa, that long? Where the heck were they gonna put kids anyway? "They knew right around then he would be trained to be a blue collar right at that instant. His real name is unknown to us all. So now, his name is that of the previous blue collar who disappeared about four years ago. Heero was made blue collar at the age of 14, the youngest blue collar ever. However, you'll rarely get to see him since he doesn't come down from the third floor that often."

"I take it this blue collar thing is really important."

Again, Trowa just ignored him as he stopped beside a door looking over at him. "This is the room where we will receive our food. Normally your food is brought to you to your room. But, seeing how you are new, it's a better idea to know what your surroundings are. Also, sometimes it is a good idea to come down and let the black collars see you so that they remember their standing and give you the protect respect."

Heh? What's this wack job going on about now?

"Um ok…respect…some other mambo jumbo, I get it. Let's get to the food now, ok?" Besides that, he needed to find that Wufei guy and have a talk with him. Maybe the two of them could find a way out of this mess. Quatre's wish or not, it was not Duo's plan to stay in this place. As soon as they went through the door, a quiet hush filled the room, all eyes turning to them, well more like the eyes were looking at Duo. It was bad enough he was the new guy, but he was also this so called white collar. He could see it in their eyes too, how could this guy that only just showed up become a white collar so soon? And he didn't even care that he was one either!

Trowa didn't seem bothered at all as he waited, two plates of food filled completely were brought out to them. Instantly two black collars, the ones not glaring like crazy, came as well and held the food up as they tested it first for poison before nodding to Trowa. "The food is safe to eat," Trowa said looking at Duo.

Duo blinked, not exactly sure what he was supposed to do. "Uh…ok then." He reached out a hand preparing to take the food when Trowa reached out grabbing his hand.

"You're not supposed to carry it," Trowa said staring down at him.

"…ok." Duo frowned at him. "Then how am I supposed to take it? Or do you want me to just stand here and eat it?"

"The black collars will carry it back to your room for you."

"I can carry my own food."

"You are not obligated to do anything for yourself," Trowa said, speaking patiently like he was talking to a child as he lowered his face making it where only Duo heard him. "As a white collar, you are only to serve the blue collar and our master. Otherwise, you serve no one else, not even yourself."

"Are you telling me I have to be pampered like some spoiled rich brat that can't even wipe his own butt without crying but when it comes to someone else's butt, I have to wipe it?!" Duo narrowed his eyes, not liking the sound of this.

"I'm saying, if you care even the littlest bit about what happens to these people, you'll let them do their job." He narrowed his eye too before he glanced away tugging Duo out the room, the two with the plates glancing at each other before following. "Wufei doesn't like doing this either but it's pretty necessary. If we don't do it, if we don't let them serve us, they are the ones that will get punished. If I can avoid it, even just a little, I won't let them get hurt for my mistakes."

Duo blinked and frowned glancing back at the two black collars that were following behind them meekly but staring at them in awe, from the way they looked at Trowa obviously respecting the taller male. Oddly enough, the words Trowa said made him wonder even more about the guy. At first, he had thought the guy was some uncaring bastard who was just taking advantage of this weird life of not having to do anything, but now…maybe he was wrong. It also made Duo wonder about this place again. Punishments for not following orders. This was no vacation spot, that was for sure. And the guards, the more he noticed, the more he was sure he was seeing them everywhere. Especially the two standing against the wall. He was sure he'd just seen them not long in another area. Were they following him?

"You haven't met Wufei yet, have you?" Trowa tilted his head back slightly, apparently thinking about something for a moment as he kept walking. "We'll go see him after dinner then. He's probably already eating."

"Right about that," Duo said scratching his cheek slightly, determined to find out why he was here. "What exactly do we do? I mean as white collars."

"Black collars do the entire servant like jobs. They handle the job of bathing and taking care of white collars, and well…." Here Trowa frowned slightly, giving a bare glance behind him. "They also service the guest we have arriving here and paying for their services."

"So like…" Duo frowned too now. "They're…prostitutes?"

"Not necessarily," Trowa paused by Duo's door. "They give our guest whatever they want, be it waiting on them hands and feet, bathing them, clothing them, feeding them, and…if they desire sexual pleasure, then they will receive that as well."

"Then this is like a whore house!" Duo blurted out before lowering his voice and glancing around, finding those two guards watching him still. He shook his head opening the door to the room, admitting the two of them inside as he looked at the black collars and took the plates from their hands. "Thanks guys, we've got it from here." Bumping Trowa into the room, he closed the door behind him and looked back at the man, eyes narrowed. "Why are these guys just letting this stuff happen, the black collars I mean. It looks like there are at least 50 of them; they could handle breaking out if they wanted to."

"About twenty percent of them really want to actually break out," Trowa said grabbing his plate from Duo and walking over sitting at Duo's table, but not eating as he looked at the braided boy. "And the rest are afraid of the guards. If you've noticed, they're well equipped to fight if they have two. I've seen two guys taken down in an instance. And honestly, I don't think Zechs knows about the treatment."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that-" before Trowa finished speaking, there was a knock on the door before it was opened and the person knocking just waltz right on in.

Sheesh, so much for privacy.

"So this must be the new guy huh?" Wufei frowned staring into the room for the young braided boy who was staring at him like a deer about to be shot. The boy was a beauty, he could agree with that, but he didn't seem all that bright or graceful. But then again, Wufei had learned way ahead that you weren't supposed to judge a book by its cover. His sense told him, just by how tense the body was, that the kid could and would attack him in instance if he had to. "Duo, right?"

"You must be Wufei," Duo said grinning as he waved a hand at him. "Wow, you don't look as uptight as I thought you'd be!" Wufei frowned knowing the boy was taking in his loose hair, one strand of it dangling across his eyes. If he had his way, he'd have it up in a ponytail but…at least when he was walking about, Zechs wanted it down. He said something about it making him look more gentle. Though, when it came time for the shows then…

"Believe me, you don't look as bright as I thought you'd look either." He smirked inwardly at the pouting expression the other gave him. Already, he could tell that things were going to start getting pretty interesting soon.

"So…is this the guy he sent?" He ignored the questioning look on Duo's face as he looked instead to Trowa.

"Yes, that's the guy," Trowa said staring back at him before he looked at Duo. "This is the guy Quatre said he was sending here. I admit, I wasn't exactly expecting…this either."

"Hey!"

"He'll have to do," Wufei said as he started walking towards Duo, looking like a panther on the prowl, which he probably was. He knew how he looked. He'd practiced this for a while now, the look, the walk, getting just the right touch to throw a man off guard by the sensual movements. He expected the same thing to happen to Duo, and he was right. The other was definitely looking at his hips, not causing a fuss which was enough to get the other to get close enough without a fuss. He waited until he was right in front of Duo, then bent over staring the other in the face, grunting slightly at the dopey look he got in return. "You're going to help us get into the basement, whether you like it or not."

TBC….

And that's the cliffhanger for this chapter::snickers: I couldn't help wanting to have a slight kink moment with Wufei. Hell, I'm still a Wufei lover, damn it.