Author: Enchantress101
see part 1 for warnings, disclaimer

Shades of Obsession + Chapter 15
Hanging From a Cliff

Later that same afternoon, Zechs, Tro, Q, Fei, Heero and I met several detectives, including Walker and Alex, in the VIP-super-exclusive room of a cozy but very posh little restaurant downtown (courtesy of Zechs) to discuss what Quatre and I had coined Operation Catch the Psycho, for which we had only a week to prepare for.

The others were on edge already, but as for me, hell, I was excited. If this operation was successful, which I figured that it would be because one doctor dude couldn't possibly outsmart Zechs, five Gundam pilots and the police and FBI people . . . well . . . okay, maybe the cops and the Feds, but he sure as hell wasn't about to get past Zechs and the guys because we were too damn smart and had been around the block more times than imaginable . . . wait, what was I talking about?

Oh yeah! So, if this whole thing went as planned, then Rankin would be behind bars and my nightmare would be over.

The only downside that I could see was the possibility that Zechs would leave me and go back to work with his sister or something. Yes, a bad thing indeed. Hopefully, I would give him a good enough reason to stick around. I planned to, anyway.

"Ohhh, donuts!" I cried as soon as I entered the VIP room. All the cops had at least one in their hand, so I grabbed a few and sat down at the looooong conference room-like table. Zechs joined me to my right and Alex came and sat to the left of me. I turned to the detective and said, "Okay, can we get this show on the road?"

"Anxious?" he teased.

"Hell. Yes. I want this over with. In one week I'll be able to return to my semi-normal life." I grabbed Zech's mug full of hot chocolate, downed it and banged it against the table loudly like a gavel. "Alright, let's do this thang! Sit down everyone, time for planning Operation Catch the Psycho to get underway!"

Grudgingly the men sat down and gave Alex the floor. He pulled out a huge diagram of the park and sat it up against the wall so that everyone could see. "Here's what Grace Park looks like." Walker began passing around a hand out of the same diagram to everyone. "Study it. Learn it. Know it like the back of your hand," he said sternly. Woohoo, how dramatic. "Know every in and every out, because I want those sealed. We will have undercover agents at every entrance and exit to the park. No civilians will be permitted for obvious safety reasons."

"Does this mean that we expect him to be armed?" a cop asked, concerned.

I spoke up. "He's got at least one gun that I know of. He could have more, so I think that he should be considered armed and dangerous."

The cops gave me strange looks as if offended by the fact that I'd added my two cents in. The one that had asked the question turned to Alex and said, "I'd like to hear this information from you, sir, if you don't mind. Does this mean that we can expect him to be armed?"

Okay, I'd just been formally dissed. Jerk off.

Lucky for me, Alex wasn't about to take any shit. "When these men have something to say," he barked out, gesturing to Zechs and me and the others, "you'd better listen. If you've got a problem with listening to them, then you'd better drop out now or stop acting like a pussy and suck it up like a man because one of these men will be your section leader. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir!" came the sharp replies.

"Good. As Mr. Maxwell stated, yes, he should be considered armed and dangerous. Turn your attention to your park diagrams. As you can see, there are five ways in and out of the park, and we need to have each and every one of them covered. Yuy, I want you here at the Main Street exit with Team A. Winner, you will be with team B at the south entrance, Barton with team C at the Waterside Road entrance and Chang will be in charge of team D at the west entrance."

"And where exactly will I be?" Zechs asked in a dangerously soft voice. Oops. If Alex had dared to cut him out of the operation, there would be some hell to pay . . .

Alex smirked. "And you, Merquise, will be second in command of team X, or central command. I am first in command, of course."

Zechs nodded so I guess that assignment satisfied him.

Okay, my turn! "What about me? What will I be doing?"

"You, Mr. Maxwell, will be the bait, of course. We're going to send you in as if you're really there to meet him and go with him, but as soon as he tries one of the exits, we'll be ready for him."

"What precautions will you take to ensure his safety?" Zechs asked.

"He will be fitted with a wire, a tracer, and a panic button," Walker informed us all. "If anything goes wrong, if anything feels wrong, he can push that panic button and we will be there in less than thirty seconds."

"How about adding a panic phrase?" Quatre suggested. "In case something is wrong with the button, or Rankin finds it or . . ."

Alex nodded. "Good idea. Any suggestions, Duo?"

I sat back and thought as I nibbled on one of my donuts. Then it hit me. "How about . . . I want my daddy?"

Quatre snickered and had to cover his face with his hands to keep his composure. Next to me I saw a look of pride or smugness or something cross Zech's face.

Alex scratched the back of his head. "I want . . . my daddy?"

"Inside joke, inside joke." I laughed quietly. "Look, I can incorporate it into a sentence that sounds less weird. Like, oh, you know David, when things get difficult sometimes I just want my daddy. You get the drift."

" . . . Ahem. Well, okay, I want my daddy it is. So, men, where you hear that come from Mr. Maxwell's voice, you know its time for action."

Action? Hopefully the night would end with not too much of it. I looked around at the serious faces of the men who would be taking part in this operation. Many of them probably had families that depended on the income that they brought home to survive. If they ended up seriously wounded, or worse yet, dead . . . If someone had to get hurt during the operation, the only thing that I could do was pray that the only person who ended up like that was Rankin.

The meeting wrapped up a few hours later, and I took the time to stand up and thank the men for their services before they left. Most of them looked surprised, and some of them probably suffered mild heart attacks when Zechs offered to treat them all to a meal at the expensive restaurant for free.

We didn't stay to party with the boys, however--it was straight back to the mansion for us where we planned on ordering some take out, as usual. Relena was still there, and when the six of us entered the house we were surprised to find her in the kitchen hovering over a table full of food, fresh from several of our favorite restaurants.

"Relena, what is all of this?" Quatre asked as politely as possible.

She looked a little embarrassed. "Oh, well . . . I just couldn't decide what I wanted, and then the people on the phone talked me into getting a lot of different things simply because I'd never ordered like that before. Besides, I thought that you all would be hungry after your meeting . . . how did it go? What was it about?"

Before anyone could tell her, I said, "Oh, that's very confidential, sorry. Hey, thanks for the food though." She frowned and I could see that she was mad, but oh well. See, I still had my suspicions about her. If she found out the intricate details of our plan, she could turn around and tell Rankin, and then all of our work and more than likely our only chance to catch Rankin in a controlled environment would be shot to hell. So no, she wasn't about to find out a damn thing.

She looked as if she were about to challenge me on that, but Zechs neatly stepped in. "He's right. This is a delicate operation, and the less people who know, the better."

Relena seemed to accept this, since it was coming from the mouth of her dear brother. I was relieved--nothing, I mean nothing could mess this up. All I wanted was for Rankin to be caught and put behind bars or in a straight jacket for the rest of his life, and for me to have a bright and happy future with Zechs Merquise.


The next day, Alex came over early in the morning to show me all of the gadgets that I would be fitted with on the ninth and allowed me to put them on and try them out. Zechs hovered around near by, keeping a very close eye on the detective.

"You need to be as familiar with these as possible. We don't want Rankin to get suspicious if you're scratching at the tape on the tap," Alex said as he began strapping the tap to my body. Zechs coughed into his hand as Alex began lifting my shirt and sliding his hand beneath it. The detective paused, then shook his head and said. "Relax Merquise. I'm not going to try to cop a feel."

"Just watch where those hands go and everything will be fine."

I laughed, partly because of Zech's tone, partly because the wires were tickling me. "Don't worry, Daddy. The only person I'd let cop a feel and get away with his hand still attached to his body is you."

Alex's hand paused for a second. Then he tapped the tape down onto my body lightly and stepped back. "How does that feel?"

I hopped around a bit. "Just fine. A little cold, but other than that, just fine."

"Great. We'll test everything to make sure its running properly on the ninth."

Nodding, I gently removed the device and handed it back to the detective.

"So . . . you and Merquise?" he asked casually as he began putting his equipment into a black case.

Zechs stiffened. His voice was dangerous as he said, "What's it to you?"

Uh oh. I prepared myself for the off chance that I would have to jump between the two men.

"Duo is my friend. I'm just concerned for his welfare." Alex shut the case and turned to stare Zechs directly in the eye. "I'm sure you've gotten the brotherly speech from the others, so I'll do us both a favor and spare you. But know this--you'll have one more angry as hell man after you if screw up."

"Your concern is noted."

Alex gave him a sharp nod and left.

Zechs turned to me, eyebrows raised. "You seem to have a penchant for attracting men, don't you?"

I laughed. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"I don't know."

"Well, this penchant of mine got me you, so I guess it ain't half bad."

" . . . good point."


Three days before the scheduled meeting with Rankin, Zechs and I were down in the kitchen cooking breakfast together. I was determined to get a hang of this particular skill, cuz I really do believe that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and I was determined to keep this man's heart.

I'd just poured some pancake batter into the frying pan when I heard several loud thumps coming from the stairs. I turned around to see Relena struggling with a giant purple (!!) suitcase, and a few seconds later, Trowa and Q appeared, each with a duffle bag.

"What's going on?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, well," Quatre said, "I thought that it would be nice if we took Relena out to the coast and show her the sights, you know?"

Er . . . no. No, I didn't really.

Relena smiled brightly as she ran up to her brother and gave him a hug. "I wish that you could come with us, but I understand that you have other . . . obligations. I'll be sure to take a lot of pictures."

Zechs nodded. "I'd like to see them."

As the three headed to the front door, I called at the last moment, "Wait! When are you coming back?"

"Sometime tomorrow afternoon, probably after three or so! Have fun!" Quatre shouted, and then they were gone.

I shook my head and then remembered that I had food on the stove. I flipped the brown and kinda sorta burnt pancake successfully. "What the heck was that all about?"

Zechs didn't say anything, but continued to mix more batter.

I glared at him out of the corner of my eye. "What? Do you know something?"

" . . ."


"I don't know--"

"--what you're taking about, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, you've said that a million times. What are you up to?"

He abandoned the batter and kissed me ever so sweetly. "I thought that we could use some time alone. With my sister here, I know you've been feeling a bit neglected."

I was overcome with a very sappy feeling. "That's so . . ."


"That is exactly what I was thinking!" I said with a happy laugh. "But no, really, thanks. I've missed having you all to myself."

"Well, you've got me for the night. Whatever you want from me, you can have."

Ohhh, whatever? Better believe that I would hold him to that one.


Hours later, Zechs unceremoniously tossed me into the bathroom attached to my bedroom and commanded myself to lock the door behind him. Confused, I did was he asked, and pressed my ear against the door, trying to figure out just what was going on in the bedroom. I heard stuff clattering and banging against other stuff, but unfortunately, all of that noise didn't help me one bit.

"Zechs . . . what are you doing?" I yelled. "Can I come out?"

"Just give me a few more minutes!"

I sat back with a giddy grin on my face. He was surprising me with something, I just knew it, and the wait was killing me. It took all of the willpower I had not to jump up off of the cold as hell toilet seat, unlock the door and throw it open--

But I didn't have to, because Zech's knocked softly on the door and called, "It's ready."

In a flash I was up off the toilet and bursting into the bedroom, overflowing with excitement and--I couldn't help but laugh a bit when I saw Zech's surprise.

"I'm hurt," Zechs said with a smile. "All of the care I took in planning this--getting Relena and the others out of the house, then setting this all up and you don't like it?"

"No! That's not why I was laughing." I gave him a hug, which he happily returned. "Its very romantic, I assure you. I love it. It's just that . . . it's not like you. You've turned into a pile of mush."

"Blame it on the lingering guilt that I have for being so stubborn and pushing you away after that first kiss."

"Well now we're even."

Yes, we certainly were. Although it was a little girly, the romantic-ness and the plain fact that he'd obviously spent some time thinking this through. This being the small round table sitting in the middle of the room, dressed up with a clean and crisp looking white tablecloth with a tall, lit candle burning brightly in the middle of it, some good smelling and steamy hot food on two fancy plates, and (best of all, rowr) red flower petals on the bed. Not roses!--thankfully, but some other ones. "Soo . . ." I said, turning back to look at him with a sly grin. "Tonight, hm?"

"Yes, if that's what you'd like."

I threw myself down on the bed and super-sexy struck a sexy pose. "Well, come over here then! What are we waiting for?"

Zechs chuckled and pulled me up. "No, not yet. Let's eat, let's talk, okay?"

" . . . sure, okay."

We sat down at the table (Zechs was laying it on really thick--he even pulled out my chair) and began m eating quietly. I wanted to tell him that he didn't need to do all of this just to sleep with me, but I figured that that would ruin the mood, so instead I said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Well,, I was just wondering why you left Relena to become my bodyguard. I mean, that seemed like pretty cushy job, ya know, going around the world, standing there looking all scary and handsome . . ." I grinned at him.

"It was nice. But . . . I wanted to do something more . . ." He drifted off, staring into the candle.

Poking at a carrot, I raised an eyebrow at him. "More what?"

"I felt that I could do more if I worked for the Preventers," he replied softly. "There are things that I feel that I must make up for . . . do you understand?"

Of course I did. We'd both done horrible things during the war--that was no secret. Understanding his need to make reparation, I nodded. "But I still don't get it. How does that equal body guarding me?"

"Une said that she could only offer me a position with the organization if I proved myself to the other board members by successfully completing this job." He took a long swig of his wine--my glass was filled with grape juice. Being underage sucked. "If I could keep you out of harm, and keep my nose clean, then I'd be in."

"So you've had a vested interest in my wellbeing all along. And here I thought this whole time that you actually liked me!"

Zech's face turned serious. "Don't think that I've been using you--"

I laughed, shoving the candle aside so that I could lean over the table to kiss him. "I was just kidding. This is good news. That means . . . that means that you'll be staying around? For a long time, I mean?"

"Of course. I'm not going anywhere." A long, slow and deep kiss made my toes curl.

When we were done, I sat back in my seat and sighed heavily. "Whew! Suddenly I'm not hungry anymore? Are you?"

And then he used a sexy smile with a totally clichéd line, but hey, it worked! "No, not for food."

The next thing I knew, the table and the food was abandoned as I was swept up into his arms and dropped onto the bed. Laughing as we bounced up and down for a while, my heart began to race with anticipation and maybe a little fear. This would be my first time, and although I knew the mechanics of it all, I couldn't help but fear that I would be so horrible at it that I would bring him to tears of laughter.

Zechs must have sensed it, because after he peeled off my shirt he asked, "Are you having second thoughts?"

Hell. No. I ripped at his shirt with a feral grin. "Does it look like I'm having second thoughts?"

His eyes lit up, and, well, after that, our clothes disappeared in a flash, and we were under the blankets, skin against skin . . . as you can imagine, with two sexy men such as ourselves naked as the day we were born rolling around on satin sheets . . . it was so hot!

Zechs reached for the box of condoms, pulled one out, and as he put it on, he said is husky, sexy voice, "Duo? Will you do something for me?"

Uh, let's see . . . he was just about to drill me into the mattress, so right about then, I'd do . . . "Anything!"

"Will you . . . call me daddy?"

I burst out laughing. In return, he grinned wolfishly down at me. "Are you serious? You want me to call you daddy?"

"Yes. You were right. It is pretty kinky."

Zechs nibbled at my neck. It tingled deliciously.

"Daddy . . ."

His hands ran down my side slowly, grabbing my hips. His fingers burned against my skin, the warmth sending shivers up my spine.

"Daddy . . ."

And then, ever so slowly and gently, he was inside of me, and I felt him deep in my soul.


I know that there are some freaky ass people out there just waiting for me to give you all of the gritty, sweaty, noisy details, but I ain't like that, okay? If you're that desperate to know what two guys are doing when they are getting it on, go rent some gay porn or something, sheesh.

And if you're shy to go into an adult video store and browse the gay section because you're afraid of what the tubby guy with too much body hair standing behind the counter will think of you (Quatre!), you can always borrow some from me--I've got plenty to share. (wink)


Unfortunately, morning . . . er, more like the afternoon came way too soon. Exhausted after last night's (damn good, super pleasing) bedroom activities, we'd slept the earlier hours away, and when I finally peeled my crusty eyes open, the clock read two thirty.


I bolted up and reached over to shake Zechs. The man just mumbled in his sleep. I yanked the pillow from under his head and smacked him with it. "Get up!"

Zechs just grumbled, "Go back to sleep, Duo."

"Go back to sleep? So that your sister can walk in on us in bed together, buck naked in all of our handsome glory? I think not."

The mention of his sister got him up. He glanced at the clock, swore and jumped up. I admired the pretty sight that was his ass before I slid out of bed and grabbed some clothes. I moved towards the bathroom, swaying my hips and my braid behind me and called, "Let's conserve some water, shall we?"

"Damn. You have no idea how much I would like to, but if we share that shower, I don't think we'll be doing what we're supposed to be doing in there."

I laughed. "Oh come on. You can't leave me alone, so you have to join me."

Zechs looked torn, but then darted into the bathroom. "Fine. But no sex! I'm serious. We don't have time."

"Oh, there's always time . . ."


Yes, there was. Well, we made some, anyway. We were pulling on our last bit of clothing when I heard Q's SUV pull into the driveway a half an hour later. Zechs and I went downstairs to greet them, and I was pleased to see that Quatre had a large bag of steaming hot, good smelling food with him.

He gave me a knowing, wicked smile. "Hi guys. Brought home an early dinner. I thought you two might be hungry."

"Boy am I ever."

It was Chinese food. Yummy. I'd grabbed one of those funny boxes with some chicken inside when Quatre pulled me over to the side. He was grinning like an idiot, and I just gave him a purely innocent look as I took a healthy bite out of my food.

"What? Why are you looking like that?"

"You know why. I'm not dumb, I know why Zechs asked me to take Relena somewhere for the day. How was it?"

A foolish grin that matched his bloomed on my face. I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. "Oh man, was it hot! Fantastic."

"I'm glad."

"So am I." I glanced over my shoulder at Zechs, who was artfully informing the not-so-nice looks that Trowa was sending him. "And what does Trowa know about it? Cuz he's giving Zechs some death glares, and I'd like for him to stick around for a bit."

"Weeeeeeell . . ." Quatre said evasively.

"What does that mean? Did you tell him?"

"No. He figured it out on his own. He wasn't too pleased."

"Erk. Maybe you should've told him."

"Maybe. Now Trowa thinks that Zechs conned me into getting us out of the house so that he could seduce and take advantage of you. Or something like that."

Ha! As if he needed to.

"But don't worry about it, I'll talk to him later." Quatre gave me a critical look. "So you're happy with this? With him?"

"Yes. Very happy."

"Good. That's all I wanted."

And that was all I wanted too.


The next day, Quatre and Trowa headed in for work, leaving me, once again, with Relena-the-Zechs-hog. After a breakfast during which she babbled on and on endlessly about her trip and passed around all of her photos, I was glad that she decided to take a nap in the middle of the day. With the door secured, Zechs and I cuddled together on the bed watching television, which was no where near as satisfying as what we would have been doing if his sister wasn't around, but good nonetheless.

We sat together for an hour, and just as I was about to fall asleep myself, an ear piercing, high pitched scream knocked me out of la la land. Zechs and I were on our feet in an instant.

"Relena," Zechs growled, then turned to me. "Stay here!" He threw open the door and flew down the stairs.

Yeah, right. Like I really was going to stay put. I followed on the heels of his feet, and what we saw in the foyer took my breath away and turned my blood to ice.

There stood Rankin, all disheveled looking and furious, with a big ass kitchen knife pressed against Relena's throat. He grinned maniacally at us and jerked Relena against his body, digging the blade deeper into her flesh.

"I thought that would get your attention."

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