by Fancy Figures
Fortune + Chapter
The following night, I confronted
Duo. It was perhaps my mistake that I chose to wait until he came back
into the house -- late, smelling of drink, and something else more
musky. But I had braced myself to do so, and I was afraid of losing my
nerve if I waited for another time.
"Yo, Rich Boy," he slurred. "Business keeps you up late, eh?"
"I'm not working now,"
He shrugged. "You wanna
have a drink with me? You got some real good scotch in the kitchen that
your bitch of a cook stole from your last order."
"You're in no position
to talk about stealing, Duo, are you?"
I said, clearly. "Some of my silverware missing. Cufflinks from my
father's collection. A painting from the trays in the study. All gone.
You took them all, didn't you?"
He stared at me. He didn't
look frightened, or remorseful. Just wary.
"You gonna call the police?"
"You think I should?"
He laughed then. "You
woulda done it before now if you were gonna do it at all. And I know why
you haven't. The same reason I'm here at all. You want him."
I didn't bother denying anything.
I knew what Duo thought of me. I'd heard enough of it, hadn't I?
"What will it take for
you to leave him alone? Leave us both alone?"
"Yo, just cut to the point,
why don'cha?" He yawned, but I know he was only pretending not to
be interested. He sank down in an armchair, stared a challenge back up
at me. "Everything, Rich Boy. All your money."
"Don't be ridiculous!"
"A coupla million then."
When I didn't reply, a grin
spread over his face. He raised an eyebrow, speculatively. "Ohh --
so now we know his price, eh?"
I ignored the jibe. "You'd
-- leave then? If I paid you that much? And never come back?"
He shrugged. His drunkenness
seemed to have been forgotten. "I would, Rich Boy. I don't wanna
be here any more 'n you want me here. Cramps my style. But I can't say
the same for him."
"What do you mean?"
"I'd take your money,
Rich Boy, and I'd leave. But I wouldn't stop him followin' me, that's
a fact. And d'you know that he wouldn't?"
"You bastard -!"
I couldn't believe the anger rising in me. The pain I could feel as my
chest tightened under its power.
Duo was on his feet, and his
face was close to mine. I struggled for breath while he watched. With
nothing more than curiosity.
"Ain't gonna last long
with that, are you, Rich Boy? Better sign the cheque before you peg out
and the whole lot goes to the lawyers. Or shall I write it for you?"
I could only gasp. "I
want you out of here now, or -!"
"Think carefully, Rich
Boy," he hissed. "Think carefully before you threaten me. Other
guys have done it, y'know? And most of 'em are really, really sorry they
I sank back into the other
chair. I was beaten. I could hardly stand, with the ache in my back and
legs, and the headache that the sudden excitement had brought on. I seemed
to have less and less energy these days. And he'd scared me --
"You oughtta rest, eh?
That's what the quacks say."
"What do you care?"
"You're right," he
grinned. "I don't. Except for my money."
"You know where the cheque
book is," I hissed, viciously sarcastic. "Get me a pen from
He fetched me the stuff, and
I straightened up, pulling over the small drinks table to lean on, to
write the cheque.
"Make it to cash,"
he murmured. "Don't have accounts like you do. And you'd better let
the bank know tomorrow I'll be droppin' in. Officially!"
I felt dreadful, but I was
beginning to think that maybe he'd listened to me -- that he'd
really go. It would be the best day of my life if he did.
He was poking around the bookcase,
pulling things out randomly. "So what do you do, when you do this
"I read. If I'm up to
it, I write a little fiction. I like to sit and talk to Quatre about the
"Don't fuck 'im, then?"
"What?" I was horrified
at his calmly offensive question.
He grinned. "Yeah, thought
so. Haven't dared touch him, have you? Our Quatre has that effect. Looks
too good to be true. But you should do 'im, you really should! Those that
finally get him underneath 'em say he's a fine performer."
"Stop it!" I shouted.
My head was swimming. "That's so disgusting!"
He was staring at me, watching
my eyes roll, my desperate attempts to get back in control. "You
don't fuck anyone, do you, you pathetic, sick young puppy? I bet you're
still a virgin! How many of them d'you think we've met, out on the streets?"
"Is that all you do on
the streets?" I hissed. "Steal, and beat up people, and --
and fuck?" The word sounded gross in my mouth, but I was surprised
at the ease with which it fell out.
"Not much else to do,"
shrugged Duo. He stood up, and walked over to me. Snatched the cheque
out of my hand.
It was instantly imtimidating
-- and I think that he knew that. "Quatre's not the only boy
on the rocks, Rich Boy. There are hundreds of us. You've got no idea what
the rest of life is like. Sitting in your gilded cage here, surrounded
by all this art crap, and gourmet food, and money. Tons of it, eh?"
I was silent, but he grinned
again. Stuffed the cheque almost carelessly into the side pocket of his
"I know -- you
don't discuss such sordid things with Quatre, do you? But I know that
you're the heir to the biggest fuckin' business in this state, and that
your personal annual income is more 'n twenty guys like me could earn
in a lifetime."
"Guys like you -!"
I spat out.
"Guys like me, yeah. And
that's what Quatre is, as well!"
"Don't include him with
"You're doin' it again!
Threatenin' me!" he growled back. "Want me to call him down
-- take him outta here now?"
I was silent. I had no idea
how to handle this. I was at my weakest in all ways.
He seemed reluctant to go.
He glanced at the door, saw it almost shut. The rest of the house was
asleep -- the staff who lived in. Quatre, who'd retired early tonight.
"Don't you wonder what
it'd be like?" he murmured, turning back to gaze at me. The grin
was back. "To fuck 'im?" He leant closer as I gasped for breath.
"To fuck me?"
"No --" I
gargled. Did he know I'd been watching them last night?
He leaned over me as I sat
there. Placed his hands on the arms of the chair. Over mine.
"Now, now... that's a
fuckin' lie, and you know it. I told 'im you had a thing for boys. I can
smell it..." He was too close -- I could feel the panic rising
up in me. But he didn't move away, and I couldn't demand he did. "C'mon,
Rich Boy," he mouthed into my ear. "D'you really wanna die without
having felt a hot young body in bed with you? Without someone to suck
your cock to orgasm; to open up that pink little asshole of yours and
thrust their cock in? I bet it's really tight, eh? Really, viciously,
virginally tight! Just as I like 'em -!"
"No.." I moaned.
But I couldn't move.
"Another lie!" he
hissed. "So try this!" And his mouth came down hard on mine.
I can only plead shock, to
explain why I let him. Shock -- and fear, that I don't know how
I could have stopped him. He lifted one hand off mine, and put it on my
neck, clenching the skin there. I was unable to move; the other hand was
still crushed against the arm of the chair, keeping me down in my seat.
And his mouth attacked mine. When his tongue pushed against my clenched
teeth, I opened them. I tasted the victorious smile on his lips as he
plunged into my mouth, licking at my own, frozen tongue, nipping at my
lower lip until I felt the skin tear and a drop of blood ooze out.
"Good, Rich Boy..."
he murmured through both our mouths. "Not a sound, now, or he'll
hear, won't he?"
As I opened my mouth to speak, he sucked on my tongue, silencing me. I
felt the shudder run through my body.
"You've paid, man,"
he hissed. "You deserve the full works..."
"No..." I groaned.
His mouth had left mine throbbing and aching -- it had moved to
my neck and was suckling there. To my horror, I felt an answering twitch
in my lap.
"Let's make this a quick
one -- not sure how your old ticker will hold out, eh?" His
hand was running down my chest now, tweaking at buttons, tugging at cloth.
And still his mouth lapped at my neck -- I felt his teeth graze
me more than once.
His hand reached my lap, and
I flinched. I think my eyes closed tightly then. I heard his low laugh,
and felt his fingers rub at my cock, inside my pants. To my eternal shame,
I felt it respond. I had an erection to be proud of.
"Yo..." he grinned.
"Look at it, man! I guess you might be fun in the sack after all.
A tool that size could do some real damage to a soft little mouth like
Q's. Lucky it's me, instead, eh?"
He dropped to his knees, pushed
his way between my unresisting legs. His hands came back on to mine. He
stared into my stricken face.
"Keep quiet, Rich Boy.
You ain't gonna want to be caught like this, are you?"
One hand came back to my lap,
flipped the button of my pants with expert speed, tugged down the zip.
I felt the evening air on my cock, through the silk. It strained to get
out, to stretch to its full length. With a rough, easy gesture, Duo wrenched
the fabric apart, and pulled it out into his hand.
"Watch me," he grinned.
"Watch -- and learn!" And he opened his mouth so that
I could see what he intended, licked his lips, and went down on me.
I don't know what I expected
-- I've never had it done to me. I'd been fascinated when Quatre
did it to Duo; I guess I'd dreamt about it that night. If I were honest,
my dream had been about this very situation, though I had envisaged Quatre,
not Duo, nursing in my lap. But there was no denying that his mouth was
skilful -- it sucked and nibbled at me, and every touch was a mixture
of ecstasy and horror. He never hurt me, but he wasn't gentle, either.
When I instinctively grasped at his braided hair, he chuckled --
the reverberation it set up around my cock and into my balls was incredible.
"Thick..." he mumbled.
"Best meal I've had for a week, eh?" He laughed again, felt
the answering jerk of my member. "You close, Rich Boy? You wanna
come, now? Want me to swallow it? Gonna cost you extra..."
I moaned. I was incapable of
speech. I'd jerked off, sure -- but I never knew a sexual feeling
could be this strong.
"Guess that's a yeah.."
he said, smugly, and his mouth started to speed up. I felt the suction
of his lips, the fleeting trail of his tongue across my slit, and his
hand slipped into my pants, fondling my balls inside the silk boxers.
I climaxed. I had never been
so totally out of control of my body in my life -- even when I
had been most ill. I could feel a wail starting to form -- Duo
reached up a lazy hand and clamped my mouth shut, to keep it in. As I
registered what he was doing, I felt every nerve in my body race to meet
in my cock; every fibre strain to force the seed out into the freedom
it craved. I shook -- I bucked on the chair. I felt the fluid as
it burst out, in a stream, in spasm after spasm, all into Duo's waiting,
grinning mouth. Even as I hated him for it, I poured into him. And I watched
him draw his mouth off me, still licking trails of it off his lips; swallowing
the remainder down his smooth, strong throat.
I lay back in the chair, cock
limp on my lap, horrified -- terrified -- sated.
Duo stood slowly, groaning
as his knees cracked. He rubbed absentmindedly at his own cock, looking
a little prominent in his pants.
"No more..." I whispered,
in some fear.
"Oh, no more tonight,
Rich Boy. Just a blowjob, I think. And I ain't gonna rape you. Hey --
that'd cost you even more!"
It was like a scene from a
movie -- we were both suddenly aware of someone else in the room.
Duo spun round to face the door. It was open now, and a man was standing
there. I could see round Duo's body -- and I could see that it
was Quatre. Staring at us.
Then Duo laughed. It may have
sounded a little hollow. "Well, here's Q, come to join in, maybe.
Done plenty of threesomes in your time, haven't you, blondie? Pity I was
just goin'." He turned back to me, but I could see tension in his
body now. He knew Quatre was watching him.
He gazed at my flushed, tear-stained
face. And he laughed loudly. "I've never seen a man more in need
of a good fucking, Rich Boy! Keep that ass ready for me -- I'd
like to be your first. Show you what I can really do!" I couldn't
help it -- I gazed at him as he ran a hand down his body, cupped
his groin, and rubbed it, hard. I looked back up to his face, saw the
dark look of cruel derision. Then he tapped at his jeans pocket. "I've
received my payment already, eh? No need for a bill. I'll see you both
in the morning. G'night!"
I don't remember what happened
after that hideous scene. I think I passed out. I was prone to that, years
ago, when the illness was much worse. I woke up at three in the morning
in my own bed, my clothes folded neatly on the chair. I never do that
myself, and I no longer have a nanny or a manservant, so it must have
And then I heard their voices,
Loud. Angry. They must have been just outside my door. And -- amazingly
-- it was Quatre's voice that was louder.
"Aww, come on, Q, he asked
for it --"
"You're a selfish, predatory
shit, and I won't have you taking it out on Trowa! He could hardly breathe,
"Shit, you got it bad,
haven't you, blondie? What d'you see in a sick fuck like him? He only
wants a nursemaid, y'know --"
"And you only want a meal
ticket! It's over, Duo. I want you to go."
"Now come on, Q --"
"I want you to go."
There was a stunned silence.
"I'll see you in the park tomorrow -?"
"You won't see me again."
"You can't do this to
me --" growled Duo's voice. I should have been scared at the
tone, but I think I may have been sedated -- I was merely curious
as to whether Quatre would be scared.
"Get the fuck out of this
house, Duo, and don't come near me again."
I heard nothing after that
until the door slammed -- it sounded a long way away. I think I
"Quatre..." Was I
dreaming? Did he come and sit by me, put a cold flannel to my head? "He's
got money, Quatre. Let him go. If you've got to go with him --
he can look after you, Quatre... he's got the money now..." On and
on I rambled, in that vein. "Don't go, Quatre," I heard myself
begging. I despised myself. He would despise me for my weakness.
"Hush, Trowa, I'm here.
I'm not going with him, Trowa. I'll stay with you."
"Stay with me..."
"I will, Trowa. I'm not
here just for money. I'm not Duo, Trowa."
I slept peacefully for fifteen
"I know that you miss
Duo, Quatre. But I couldn't have him in the house anymore. Do you --
We sat together on the garden
bench. The doctors were still shaking their heads about me, but the summer
was coming and I welcomed being outdoors. I was back at work, I was moving
easily about the house. I wanted to spend time with Quatre.
"I understand, Trowa.
"I'm sorry he came on
to you. He does that a lot. He likes to fuck with people -- literally
"But he's gone now."
"Yes." He stroked
my arm almost absentmindedly. It sent small electric shocks down my body.
I wished he'd kiss me again, like he used to.
"It's been a good few
months, hasn't it, Quatre?"
"Uh-huh. I'm glad you're
"Perhaps we might take
a holiday -- after the second quarter results have been announced.
The business has never been stronger. Thanks to you, really --
holding the fort while I've been recovering." The advisors kept me
posted on progress across the corporation -- and Quatre had been
an invaluable assistant during the last few months. It seemed that with
Duo gone, he had blossomed. And the situation with my critics had also
eased -- people barely remembered Quatre's street rat background.
He was so pleasant a young man that it seemed that all the hostility towards
him had left the house - and my life - along with Duo's passing.
"A holiday -- I've
never had one of those!" he laughed lightly.
"We'd deserve it then,
"Hush, Trowa, you don't
need to --"
"But I do need to!"
I cried. I sounded rather hysterical -- it must have been the medication,
which they had changed after the scene with Duo leaving. Quatre had to
count the tablets, had to mix the potions. I didn't seem able to concentrate
quite as well any more. "I want to thank you, Quatre -- for
being with me. For looking after me -- for being there. I want
to spend time with you, be there for you in return."
"You are," he said,
softly. "You will be. But for now the doctor said you must rest."
"Fuck rest!" I said,
He looked surprised for a second
-- and then he laughed. "Perhaps you're right. You certainly
seem much brighter today. We can go through those papers for the prospectus
this evening. And then..."
"And then you might kiss
me again before bed..." I murmured, very daring for me.
"Yes!" he smiled.
"I didn't know if you -- well, I thought you might be nervous
of it --"
"Not with you," I
sighed. I felt the tiredness creeping over me again. But not before Quatre
slipped an arm around my waist and tugged me to him.
"Do you feel OK, Trowa?"
"Yes, I feel very OK.
I know it was hard for you, Quatre, but I was proud of you -- standing
up to him."