see ch 1 for warings, notes, dislcaimer
A/N: Many thanks to Marasmine for her help and encouragement and for being
a good friend.
and a Liar + Chapter 3
Quatre Winner wasn’t exactly
a friend but he was more than a business acquaintance, and Zechs had long
thought he’d like to have Quatre as a real friend. So, although Zechs
hated parties he felt he couldn’t turn down the invitation; which resulted
in finding himself in a limo from the airport on the way to the huge Winner
estate for a long weekend. He’d been there before, the place was massive
and opulent but Winner himself was down to earth and an easy person to
Zechs had realized early on that he would never have many friends that
he was comfortable with. Trieze had tried his best but, well, this wasn’t
the time to take a stroll down memory lane into what might have been.
His parents hadn’t foreseen their deaths; Trieze hadn’t foreseen his either;
too much loss, too soon; too much duty and honor and responsibility. He
was going to forget everything this weekend; business, old memories and
hurts; his failure and continued desire to find David.
Not that he'd failed to find David, exactly. The problem was, there were
hundreds of David Marshall's. David Marshall's of all shapes, sizes, ages.
All he and Heero had had to work with was the name. No information, that
had disappeared from the HR computer along with David. No David Marshall
that fit his David's description. No motocross racers that fit his David's
description or that had his name or even his initials. Nothing. Nada.
He had no idea why he cared so much; the man had lied to him, had probably
stolen from his company, and had plain deceived him. Yet, David had given
him something that even those things couldn't negate. When David had smiled,
when he'd kissed him, when he'd agreed to go home with Zechs; Zechs couldn't
believe those things were lies. He had to find him and find out why. But
just for this weekend he was going to try and forget.
The invitation had been hand delivered and followed by a phone call from
Quatre. He and Trowa were planning a small commitment ceremony in front
of a few friends followed by a large and lavish party to celebrate. They
hoped, Quatre had said, that Zechs would honor them with his presence.
He still found it a bit odd, the invitation to the ceremony, he wasn’t
really a friend but still, he liked Quatre and Trowa and wouldn’t mind
becoming better friends. The invitation to the party wasn’t odd at all
but he hated big parties. Well, it would be the social event of the year
if not the decade and he could always slip out and go back to his room,
or wander in the estate's extensive gardens.
He had to get over not going out, he still imagined he saw David in crowded
rooms, or walking down the street. He’d stopped believing it actually
was David, but there was still that moment of exhilaration, of hope before
he was disappointed.
There would undoubtedly be lots of fascinating people to meet. Quatre
and Trowa had interesting and often attractive friends. It was time he
made an effort to meet someone, to find a new interest, to get over his
longing for David. A man who’d lied, was possibly a criminal, and a thief
who’d stolen his heart in a few short days.
Heero’s computer searches had turned up nothing, yet. If David raced on
any circuit there were no pictures, no one currently racing with his initials.
The trail of the construction company was easier to find and Heero had
told him he had some information. He’d look at it all when he got back.
And he was going to have someone investigate Mr. Chang…something about
that man didn’t ring true. He didn’t take kindly to being warned off.
He hadn’t made it this far in life being timid or hesitant to go after
what he wanted and take it, if necessary. Eventually he’d find David,
when he did he intended to have answers, and David; he didn’t care who
or what he was.
Maybe Heero would come up with some information from his search, he could
hire a whole firm to do the research but he couldn't count on their discretion,
he trusted Heero. He supposed Lady Une would be very upset if he hired
Heero away from her but he thought it might come to that. Maybe he'd ask
Trowa if he knew anyone who fit David's description; Trowa liked motorcycles,
it was something they had in common.
But he was counting on Heero. He only hoped he hadn't caused Heero any
problems, he didn't care much for the not so subtle threats that Chang
had made. Chang, Zechs thought, was a dangerous man and something about
him hadn't rung quite true. He had some personal stake in David Marshall;
Zechs was willing to bet on that. And Chang looked more like Triad than
a member of a government agency, even the one he'd shown ID for. The thought
made Zechs blink, pull out his cell and place a call to Heero. Chang might
just be the clue he needed.
The limo was just pulling up to the Winner estate as a black sedan was
pulling away. Speak of the devil, Chang WuFei was driving and the cold
look he directed at Zechs' window made Zechs feel that either Chang could
see through the heavily tinted glass or he already knew that Zechs was
arriving. Maybe Quatre would know something about Chang, but Zechs wondered
what business a man like Chang had with Quatre Winner. Maybe Quatre didn't
know what he was dealing with, either.
Before he had too long to wonder at the coincidence of Chang leaving just
as he was arriving the limo had pulled up to the door and Quatre was coming
down the steps to welcome Zechs to his home.
"Zechs! So good to see you...come in!" Quatre was practically dragging
Zechs inside. "I want you to meet someone and Trowa is waiting tea for
Quatre opened a pair of doors into a lovely room with a briskly burning
fireplace and a view of the Winner gardens. Inside Trowa was pouring a
cup of tea for Quatre's friend, whose was turned so that Zechs couldn't
quite see his face; he was laughing at something Trowa was saying. Zechs
felt like someone had hit him hard, right in the solar plexus. The man's
laughter had, for just a moment, sounded like David's. A deep, full out
laugh, rich and contagious; Trowa was laughing as well now, his softer
tone blending with the other. Zechs moved into the room, of course it
couldn't be David.
Quatre began to introduce them as the laughter died down and both men
turned towards Zechs.
"This is my friend Declan, Declan Michaels. This is Zechs Merquise."
Declan was a handsome, self assured man, possibly a bit brash; his smile
never faltered. He was elegantly dressed, all in black. Form fitting,
casual clothes, expensive and cut to show off a fit, attractive body.
And to top it off his long red hair hung loose down his back. He should
have looked feminine or foolish with all that hair but he didn't. Zechs
took a deep breath, realizing that Quatre was finished with the introduction.
Declan stepped forward to greet Quatre with a kiss on each cheek, when
he moved towards Zechs, holding out his hand to Zechs. "Hello, I'm Declan.
It's good to meet you. Quatre has told me all about you."
Zechs put out his own hand to shake Declan's hand, or to ward him off,
Zechs wasn't sure which. Declan smiled, a rather fierce expression, possibly
a bit predatory, took Zechs' hand and pulled him forward then stretched
up to kiss him, first one cheek, then the other, no different from his
greeting to Quatre.
Over his shoulder Zechs could see Quatre beam at them then turn his attention
to Trowa. Declan squeezed Zechs' hand and whispered, low and intense.
"I know you're angry but it's not what you think. Don't give me away."
he looked at Zechs with an open expression that took Zechs' breath.
"I need your help, I need you." Declan/David waited a heartbeat before
he added, glancing up with those odd blue eyes. "Please, Zechs." Zechs
was done in.
Zechs knew he was being used but he didn't care. All he had cared about
was finding David. And finding out the truth, he reminded himself; he
was half-way there. David, or Declan, was right in front of him, looking
and sounding as wonderful as Zechs had remembered. The same look in his
eyes that had convinced Zechs there was something between them.
A ringing noise erupted from Declan's person, and he pulled his hand away
to remove a slim cell from his pocket. He glanced negligently at the phone
number and then said, "I'm so sorry, it's my agent. I must take this.
Please excuse me, I'll be right back." Then he walked quickly out the
Zechs hardly hesitated. "Quatre, I'm sorry. I forgot, I have a phone call
of my own, excuse me." Almost running out the door he was quick enough
to see Declan disappearing around a corner. He followed quietly pausing
outside the room Declan went into, the door still open just a crack. Declan
wasn't alone in the room, Zechs could hear two voices, he moved closer
and risked pushing the door a bit wider until he could see. The other
man was Chang.
"I thought you left." Declan wrapped his arms around WuFei, his posture
signaling a welcome but his voice said he was pissed. "I'm sorry we fought
before you had to leave."
"I saw your friend arriving as I drove away, I wanted to warn you. But
maybe you knew he was coming?" Chang's voice held suspicion, and something
else unpleasant...jealousy thought Zechs and he suddenly understood part
of Chang's behavior in the office. The jealous note made Zechs feel perversely
"What's he doing here? You told me you checked the guest list for any
problems?" Chang continued in the same angry tone.
"I didn't see his name, really. And it's not going to be a problem. I
can deal with Quatre and I can handle Merquise. He wants me, it's nothing
new, nothing I can't manage." David's voice was pitched lower, not exactly
placating but taking a reasonable tone.
"Are you sure you don't mean 'wants you, again?'" WuFei's voice was filled
with jealousy and anger now. Zechs felt himself smile with satisfaction.
He meant something to David and Chang knew it, or Chang wouldn't be so
WuFei, stop it. It's none of your business anymore." Zechs liked knowing
there was nothing between them, at least nothing that would get in his
"I care about you. I care about what happens to you but more than that
I care about our job. I thought it was important to you. You know who
he is, how can you let him touch you." Chang was hissing his words now
in an attempt to keep from shouting.
"What do you mean?" David's voice was quiet, dangerous.
"He was Krushrenada's ward...that's what rich men say when they don't
want to own up to their own bastards. Or when they want to cover up their
A sharp noise from Declan/David drowned out Zechs' sharp intake of breath.
"That's beneath you 'Fei, you know it's not true." Declan said.
"I don't know that. I only know you are taking chances that you don't
need to take for someone you can't know, and shouldn't trust."
WuFei pulled Declan closer and rested his lips on Declan's forehead. "I
love you, come back to me. I'll make it right."
Declan raised his face and kissed WuFei so thoroughly that Zechs almost
turned and walked away. Declan/David/whoever the man was kissed and clung
and allowed WuFei to run his hands over his body like the most ardent
"WuFei." Came the husky voice, "if you had to make a choice right now
between me and solving the case, which would it be." Declan spoke like
he already knew the answer.
"I'm sorry, Duo." WuFei broke his hold on David, the man he'd called Duo.
"I'm sorry, too. As much as I loved you, I don't want to be second. And
with you, I'll always be second." Duo sounded sad though Zechs couldn't
see his face. "I won't lie, I do want a chance with Zechs." Zechs felt
a thrill at the words which ended abruptly when Declan added in a defeated
tone. "He won't have anything to do with me when he finds out what I am."
Chang didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry 'Fei." Duo kissed Chang softly on the cheek and turned. Zechs
relief and pleasure and sudden fear was all cut short as he realized he
had to hide before David, no, Declan, walked out the door. Duo.
Zechs couldn't risk letting him know he'd heard his real name or any of
the conversation. Not right away.
Zechs quickly stepped down the hall trying doors as he went luckily finding
an unlocked French door that led to a balcony. Duo's footsteps followed
all too quickly, he'd had a narrow escape but it had been worth the risk
he'd taken. Giving Declan, he must remember to call him that, a few moments
to return to where Quatre and Trowa waited, Zechs quickly formulated a
plan. He had David/Declan/Duo right where he wanted him. It didn't matter
what his name was, or what he was.
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