He was trained to drown people's troubles, to listen to their woes, their sad stories of pathetic lives, all the while keeping their glass full and wallets open. And he was good. His handsome appearance attracted women and men; his masculinity and easy charm made him friends with anyone who took a seat in his bar.
His bar. Ooh, he liked the sound of that. It was his. After years of hard work, he'd finally manage to buy it out from the previous owner.
"Hey, Treize," a longhaired young man called out as the door jingled open.
"Hey, Duo!" the ginger-haired middle-aged man called back, hands already moving to pour the man's usual. "How was work?"
"Oh, you know. The usual: Couldn't been better, could've been worse. Thanks man," he added, taking a swig of the whiskey sour handed to him.
"Hopefully more worse than better today."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Duo groused. "Got a new guy at work today. Real prick, you know? But he had the cutest ass..."
Treize grinned and offered up a laugh. Duo Maxwell, age 26, was gay. You couldn't tell it by looking at him (unless you considered the long rope of hair the young man kept neatly braided behind him as an indication), but he never bothered to hide the fact once a conversation started. A fact that didn't bother Treize in the least. He considered himself bi-, or as he'd once heard someone else call it, "an equal-opportunity lover." He and Duo had even tried going on a date or two once not so long ago. They weren't each other's types, though, and they both knew it.
"Oh, really?" he asked one of his best customers. "What's he like?"
"Dark; I'd hazard to say he's Asian but he's got these real intense blue eyes. Kinda on the short side, compact, you know? But I bet under all those clothes, he's nothing but muscle."
"Kinda like that?" Treize asked, nodding over to the door as it jingled open and admitted a new costumer.
Duo looked over his shoulder and groaned, turning back to down the rest of his drink. "Exactly like that. Hey, listen, I had enough of that guy's attitude today. I'll go hit it. See if you can't work some of your magic on him, eh? Make my Monday a little more pleasant?"
Treize shook his head, grinning as he handed the longhaired man his tab-no big loss. Duo usually had only one or two drinks anyways, and if he could snag this new boy, that would be one more regular sale.
"What can I get ya?" he asked the new man, casually, noting how the man watched Duo warily as the braided man dropped some money on the counter and left.
"Did he leave because of me?" the newcomer asked, turning to look at Treize.
Oooh, Duo was right about this one-definitely a looker. And by the looks of it, gay, too.
"would it bother you if he did?"
"Gin and tonic," the dark-haired man answered instead.
"Coming right up," Treize replied readily, noting the other man's non-answer as his hands went blindly through the motions of preparing the drink. "So I hear you just started working at WEI today," he said casually, aiming for pleasant small talk.
The man on the other side of the counter frowned. Actually, he hadn't stopped frowning. "No," he answered, taking the drink offered. "I transferred branches. I've been working for WEI for 8 years."
That put him right around duo's age, Treize calculated. About 6 or 7 years his junior. "Really?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation going. The other man just nodded, not adding to the discussion.
Treize frowned mentally-this one might be tough. "Treize," he said, offering his hand. "Treize Khushrenada. I own and run this place. Anything you need, just ask."
The man stared at his hand as if questioning why it was there. And then, slowly, he reached out and completed the greeting.
"Heero Yuy," the other man supplied.
Treize grinned. "Great to meet ya, Heero. Can I get you another one?"
That was their first encounter. It took him seven more visits before Treize got Heero out on a date. It wasn't that he was in love with the other man-Treize didn't date for such lofty reasons as love. No, it was that the agreed with Duo-Heero had a very nice ass... and he wanted a piece of it.
A movie and some dinner. A simple, non-threatening date. When he drove the dark-haired man back to his apartment he was thrilled that Heero asked him up for some desert. He knew what *he* wanted. He wondered briefly if the other man wanted the same thing.
The door hadn't shut yet when Heero's lips pressed to his. Treize smiled, eagerly returning the kiss, turning and pressing the smaller man against the door. His tongue thrust inside Heero's mouth, sweeping over the other man's tongue and teeth and lips hungrily. He pulled Heero's shirt free from his jeans, hands greedily running up beneath the cotton material to feel up the muscled stomach and chest. They broke the kiss long enough for Treize to pull the shirt off over Heero's head.
"Tell me you want this," Treize demanded as his hand reached down and cupped the hard bulge in the other man's jeans.
"Yes," was all Heero gave him before lips took lips again. Somehow, the smaller man managed to maneuver them back into the apartment and onto the couch. Falling, Treize landed right where he wanted to be-over Heero, between the man's spread thighs.
"Do you have anything" he asked roughly, fingers moving to unfasten Heero's jeans.
The dark-head shook a negative against the couch cushion and mentally Treize cursed, fumbling for his wallet. It was a poor substitute for a good tube of lube, but it would have to do.
He stood, removing his shirt and jeans, watching Heero finish kicking free from his jeans, too, as he opened the square packet and slid the contents onto his flesh.
He looked down at the naked man on the couch silently. Heero looked up at him, mouth staunched shut tight and nodded. With all seriousness, Treize knelt between the other man's legs, taking one in each hand and lifting them up to his shoulders, bending Heero over on himself. With one hand, he reached down and, finding the puckered opening, guided the tip of his penis to it. He pressed lightly at first, the man beneath him lying perfectly still, and then he slid past the tight ring of muscles and slammed his hips home.
The only sound of discomfort form Heero was a small grunt-the sound itself lost in Trieze's moan.
He took a minute to adjust, and then he began pounding away at that tight ass. It felt so good... to be burying his cock in a willing body like this... He didn't even bother to try and prolong the experience, giving into his climax and groaning brokenly as his body caught up in the seizures of orgasm. Belatedly he reached for Heero's cock, but encounter the man's hand already there, stroking himself to completion. He pushed himself up off the other man as Heero's body gave in to his self-administrations and watched as Heero's cum shot up over his chest and onto his neck and chin.
"I have to be at work in another hour or so," he informed the other man, reaching for a tissue to remove the soiled condom with.
"Then you'd better get going if you plan on taking a shower and changing," Heero replied, moving to stand.
Treize frowned-this wasn't' the usual reply when he's said he couldn't stay-but he got up as well and pulled his clothes back on. Heero, he noticed, didn't bother dressing, but walked Treize to the door as he was. As he slid his feet into his shoes, Heero was already holding the door open and ushering him out.
Treize was decidedly frowning all the way down to his car, all the way home, and all the way to work.
On the other side of the door, Heero Yuy was decidedly smirking as he walked into the sparse bedroom, picked up the black marker that was lying in wait on his night stand, and crossed to the piece of paper that was taped to the wall.
There were two columns on the paper labeled "Uke" and "Seme", and beneath each label, a list of names and dates. Grinning, he added the name "Treize Khushrenada" and today's date to the bottom of the first column.
Heero never returned to the bar, and by the end of the week Treize finally asked Duo about him.
"OH, him? Yeah, apparently the transfer was temporary. His last day was Tuesday."
And Treize was left with the distinct impression he'd been used.
End Part 2
Andrea Readwolf
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