Chapter One:

Quatre went willingly the rest of the way, but hesitated when he saw the wooden sign creaking back and forth, proclaiming the building as Velvet Touch. The place was a well known nightclub that hosted gay and lesbian patrons. Quatre slowed slightly, and paled noticeably even while Sally was speaking about the club.

"I know the head bouncer and owner. Duo Maxwell is one crazy character, almost as bad as me!" Sally exclaimed, jumping up and down. Though one would wonder how she could with those boots on.

"Heero's a little on the ahh...monotone side, but he and Duo work very well together, don't let him spook you. And just wait 'till you see the decor!"

As Sally kept babbling on, Iria noticed her brother's discomfort. She felt some sympathy towards him, but not enough to call off what she and Sally had planned for Quatre.

By-passing the line to the doors, Sally rushed at a stoic looking man dressed in the most appropriate way for this type of club. Throwing her arms around him and yelling, "Heero," he tried with little success to pry her off.

Quatre's heart was pounding as he watched all of the people from the corner of his eye, and kept close to his sister. His face flushed at the cat-calls and comments sent his way from many of the young men in the crowd. He tried to keep from feeling sick to his stomach.

"Access denied," came the harsh voice from Heero. Sally swatted him playfully and finally let go.

"You wish Yuy, Duo wouldn't have sex with you for a week if you didn't let us in!"

More blushing.

"Are you threatening me with my own boyfriend?" he smirked.

"Of course I am, and you know I'm serious." Seeing his skepticism, Sally crossed her arms and said, "don't make me cut off Duo's hair, 'Ro, because you know I'll do it."

"Duo's on the dance floor," he said and with a sigh opened the door and gestured them inside. He noticed that the blond in leather had paused at the entrance and blushed a deep red when Heero looked at him. Heero's eyes narrowed as the blond stepped inside.

'Well, Sally was right about the decor,' Quatre thought and wished that he could just curl up and die somewhere, preferably soon.

A man, drink in hand, leaned in close to him, and growled, "hey baby, you here alone?"

Or now. Now would be good.

Sally, coming to Quatre's rescue when he froze, grabbed the man and stated coldly, "he's here with us," and shoved him towards another young man. Hopefully the word would spread around and creeps would lay off him. He was too cute to be ignored by the weird guys in the bar for long, though.

The music pounding from the speakers was a moderately fast techno, easy to dance to. Heading to the bar and just wishing to sit down, Quatre was steered in the opposite direction by Sally and Iria. They pushed through moving bodies, past the DJ and waltzed right up to the bouncer guarding the doors to the back rooms. The only people that could get past him, a 6'1 tower of a man, was someone holding a VIP card.

Without even asking for a card, the bouncer just opened the door for them. "Thanks Marquise!" Sally's chipped voice called back as they continued.

After swallowing a few times so he could speak Quatre asked softly, "Where are we going, I thought this was just a regular night out. And the bar would be back that way," he pointed.

A few drinks would probably calm his nerves a bit.

Iria just smiled as Sally turned and said, "This is no regular night out, trust me. You'll love us till the day you die before we leave here tonight."

And there's that sick feeling again.

They had walked into a room that was well furnished, with black carpets and walls, a red covered bed and a matching red chair. Sally invited him to take a seat, and he wondered if this was her room, or maybe she lived here.

Iria sat on the edge of the bed, while Sally rummaged in a drawer. Wearily, Quatre sat and found that the chair was roomy and comfortable. Closing his eyes, he tried to forget where he was and pictured himself back in his office. He shuddered. No, not there, at home, in bed, asleep.

Alone.

A clink and cold steel woke him up from his thoughts, and opening his eyes, found Iria standing beside him, a neutral expression on her face. Normally Quatre could read her very well, but it was a hell of a time to go Swiss on him.

The cold was coming from the handcuff that she had placed around his left wrist connecting him to the chair. His right arm was free, but the chair was heavy, so there was no way he was going anywhere.

"Now Quat, don't get upset...me and Sally just have a little surprise for you, okay?"

Now there's that panic again.

Sally edged closer to the door, and Iria started to follow. Quatre caught her hand in his, "Please don't do this, Iria, I'll never forgive you if you leave me here." His voice was edgy and the only colour that was left in his face came from his clouded eyes.

"I'm not leaving, just give me a few minutes to set this up and I'll be outside dancing. Don't worry; no one's going to hurt you."

The door clicked shut and Quatre was left in isolation, teary eyed and in a world of black and red.

Sally approached the lady at the desk and swapped high fives with her before leaning on the counter and saying, "We have someone in room 04 that needs some assistance, Hildi." Smirking, Hildi tapped some things into her computer and asked, "boys, girls or mixed?"

"Boys and I'd like to talk to them first," Iria answered.

Hildi nodded, tapped some more, and told them to follow her. They walked past room 04 again, and Iria glanced at the door, wondering how betrayed Quatre was feeling right now. Sally calmed her thoughts by saying, "It's for his own good. Hating yourself isn't exactly healthy." And Iria knew she was right.

At the end of the hall, their guide paused and banged on the door. "Tro, Fei, are you two decent?"

"Would it matter if we weren't?"

Hildi grinned and swung open the door.

Two gorgeous looking young men around Quatre's age were lounging around the room, the dark complected one sprawled on the couch with the other's head in his lap.

"You guys are on, but these ladies would like to talk to you first," Hildi left, closing the door behind her. The two stood, not used to meeting customers before the event.

"Yo, Sal, I almost didn't recognize you since you have so much material actually covering your legs," the Asian man taunted.

"Can it Wufei, I have a favour to ask you both."

Trowa nodded and Wufei waited patiently for her to continue.

"In room 04 there's a guy, he's gay, and homophobic.

Trowa and Wufei exchanged glances and by the tight look they were reluctant to take the job.

"I'll understand if you don't want to, but its Iria here's little brother." After gesturing to her girlfriend, Sally continued, "some of the things he could say won't be the usual from some of your other customers. And it won't be in any way welcomed on his part, but all you have to do is make out a little, make him see what he's missing. Please, Tro, Fei...just this once?"

Wufei looked at his lover and finally, after seeing his approval, reluctantly agreed. "But if it gets too bad, we stop." He could see the relief on both Sally and Iria's faces.

"Duo's not gonna like this," the man with half his face hidden behind thick brown hair stated nervously.

"Then don't tell him, Trowa," Hildi piped up, "and you might even find him cute." Not telling Duo beforehand is a risky thing, since he knew uncannily everything that happens within the building.

Wufei draped an arm around his lover's shoulders and growled his disapproval. Trowa's chuckle was soft as he lifted his arm to take Wufei's hand and murmured his assurance that Wufei was the only man for him.

Satisfied, Wufei grabbed the tie holding his hair, and let the black locks fall to his shoulders.

"Let's do this."