see part 1 for warnings, disclaimer
WARNING: Some bad language near the end of the chapter.
of Obsession + Chapter 10
Just Call Me Daddy
Now it was time for my favorite
part of the day--lunch! I tried to put the depressing information that
I'd learned a few hours ago behind me for the welfare of my digestive
system. I hooked my arm in Quatre's and, along with Wufei, Heero, Zechs
and Trowa, we went down to the cafeteria.
I was successful in getting Quatre to buy something other than a plate
of lettuce, and the six of us sat down at a large round table near the
far wall. Once again I found myself seated between Heero and Zechs, which,
I'd learned very quickly, was not really a nice place to be.
I had to hand it to Zechs, though. He handled himself very well even though
Heero was doing nothing to make him feel welcome. It took Wufei about
five smacks on the leg to get his boyfriend to stop glaring Zech's way
every five seconds, but I don't even think that the man in question noticed,
About ten minutes into the meal, Wufei said to me, "Duo, can I speak to
you in private?"
The spaghetti noodle that I'd been slurping up slid out of my mouth and
hit the table. Quatre giggled. "Er, me?"
Wufei looked annoyed. "You are the only Duo at this table."
"Right, of course you meant me." I coughed and took a looooong swing of
my 7-Up. "We'll go over to the next table, is that fine Zechs?"
The man considered it briefly before nodding. Together we sat down at
a table not too far from the others, and I looked up at Wufei a little
nervously. "Okay, what is this about now?"
"Isn't it always?" I grumbled underneath my breath.
"I feel that I should apologize for his . . . unusual behavior. We had
a discussion about that last night."
I grinned. "Oh, yeah? Man, how was it?"
" . . . Interesting, to say the least. He promised me that he would not
be so hostile to Merquise. I just--" Then he got this strange look on
his face, as if he was feeling a little insecure or something.
"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I worry that he may . . . well, that he may still have feelings for you."
Wufei looked me straight in the eye.
"Still have feelings for me?" I laughed loudly. "Look, Fei, for
him to still have feelings for me, he'd have to have felt something
for me in the first place, which I can assure you that he did not.
Not that way, at least."
"You can assure me?"
"Hell yeah. I heard him say it himself. Besides," I leaned forward and
gave him a wink, "even if he did want me, I wouldn't take him back. So
he's all yours, I don't want him anymore."
Wufei sat back in his seat and smirked. "Of course not, it wasn't you
that I was worried about. Not after I saw the way you panted after Merquise
like a dog in heat."
I blushed and waved my hands around frantically. "SHHHH! Jesus, Wufei,
don't be so freaking loud about it, okay! I mean, what if Heero
found out? He'd go ballistic! Twenty Heero-darts wouldn't be able to stop
Wufei was looking way too smug for my liking. "I thought so. Thank you
for confirming my suspicions. I wasn't entirely sure, but . . ."
I deflated. ". . . Oh. You tricked me. Jerk. And don't say it like that;
I'm not a dog in heat. Zechs Merquise is a very . . . that is one fine
man . . . he's just--"
"A man that you've known for a day or so," Wufei said bluntly.
"Oh, not you too! Look, spare me, Trowa and Q already gave me the lecture,
I've heard it all."
"I'm just saying . . ."
I glared at him. "Yeah, you'd better be glad that I'm in a good mood,
or else I would've--I really don't want to have to hear it from you, too!
C'mon, you stole my boyfriend from me!"
Oops. By the look on Wufei's face, I could tell that I said that a little
too loud . . . yep. The others, including Zechs (to my absolute
MORTIFICATION), were staring at us. I gave them the finger and slumped
down in my chair. "Sorry."
"No--I, I deserve that." He snickered. "With all of that justice and honor
spiel, you'd think that I would've had a little more consideration."
"I cannot apologize enough for it," he said solemnly. "I think I'll be
apologizing for the rest of my life to you."
"Nah. See, if things go my way, I'll have a much hotter guy than
Heero, ya know? And . . . I'm still trying to figure that out."
"What, what happened between me and Heero?"
"I don't really know." Wufei blushed. "I, we were talking one night, and
then one thing lead to another, I couldn't resist him--"
It was my turn to snicker. "Oh, yeah, it's real hard to resist
Heero's seductive man-powers! Not."
"Whatever, Fei. It happened. The heart is a strange thing, so . . ." Wufei
looked immensely relieved that he was seemingly off the hook, and that
inspired me. I leaned forward, and when he leaned in too, I whispered,
"You owe me, dude."
"Owe you what?" He hissed, distrust apparent in his eyes.
Hehehe! This was brilliant! "You owe me, damn it! You have
to help me."
"Help you with what?"
"Getting Zechs, of course."
"Oh! No! I don't think so!" He leaned back so far in his chair that it
rocked back . . . and fell over, taking him with it. I laughed loudly
as he hit the floor, and instantly Heero was on his feet.
"Heero, I'm fine!" Wufei reassured him, climbing to his feet and glaring
at me ruthlessly. He sat back down in his chair and grabbed me by the
front of my shirt, pulling me close to him. "Are you insane?"
"No, I'm a genius!" I exclaimed, wiggling out of his grasp. This
was absolutely ingenious of me, if I do say so myself. The perfect
payback. "You fucking owe me, and you know it."
Wufei just sat there with his arms crossed, looking as if he'd just bitten
into a lemon.
"I won't tell Heero, he'll never know. And if he somehow does, then I'll
tell him I blackmailed you into it. You owe me."
"You are so . . ." he growled and scowled.
"I know!" I grinned at him and reached over the table to slap him
on the back. "What a guy! Thanks for agreeing, this is gonna be just great!"
Wufei grumbled all the way back over to the table.
Quatre raised both eyebrows at me. "What was that all about? And why are
you looking like that?"
"That was personal, and I don't know what I look like, so you'll
have to clarify on that bit." I began to eat my spaghetti with renewed
"You look as if you just, I don't know . . . help me out here Trowa."
"You look incredibly pleased with yourself," Trowa said. "And when you
have that look on your face, it spells bad news for one of us."
I waved my spork/foon at him. "Yeah, well, just be glad it doesn't spell
bad news for you, buster."
"Ain't that the truth," Quatre muttered into his Styrofoam cup.
I just cackled evilly, and relished in the fact that Heero scooted away
from me just a bit.
After we were all done pretending to be adults for the day, it was decided
that we would go out to dinner again, by none other than Heero as a matter
of fact! Probably to show his boyfriend that he could indeed be on his
best behavior. So we were going to meet up at a sports bar later that
I drove back to the mansion with Zechs, and I said my last goodbye to
the car before I went inside. The four of us sat in the living room and
watched TV. Well, Zechs had his face in a book as usual, but to
be honest, I don't really think that he was reading anything. Every time
I passed behind him to get some more candy out of the jar on the bookshelf
(and in an attempt to get him to notice me, damn it) I saw that he was
still on the same page--123. Now, either he's a really slooooooowreader,
or . . .
I didn't ask him what he was thinking about. It really wasn't any of my
business, even though I was dying to know. Was it me? Or this London thing?
Or me? Maybe his sister? Or me?
Well, I think you know which one I was rooting for.
We'd been sitting there for about three hours, Quatre with his head in
Trowa's lap, me sprawled out on the floor in my best seductive pose, accentuating
the buttocks and all, and Zechs burning a hole in the book that he was
fake-reading when I heard the intercom crackle. Some dude said, "Hello?
Quatre got up and went over to the intercom. "Yes, who is this?"
"I have orders to deliver a car to this residence."
I squealed and leapt to my feet. A new car, sweet! I could not wait to
see what it was.
Zechs finally set aside the damn book and stood. "Tell him to wait outside
Quatre did, and then we all went outside to see Zech's new toy. The blonde
hottie got into his sports car (bye!) and drove it outside the gate where
he spent a little time talking to the tow guy. Then the tow man lowered
a big (giant, humongous, gargantuan--you get the idea) black SUV onto
the street and took up the sleek sex machine. Zechs drove this one back
into the gates and the tow truck drove off with the other car.
Once Zechs pulled up to the front of the house, I bounced up to the SUV
and stood on my tip toes to get a look inside. Ohhh, more black leather,
plenty of gizmos and buttons for me to spend an entire car ride pressing.
"Wow, I cannot wait to ride this one!" I exclaimed, face still
pressed against the window.
Behind me I heard a lot of snickering, and I turned around to see Quatre
doubled over with a hand over hhis mouth and Zechs lip twitching.
"What?" I demanded.
Trowa shrugged his shoulders. "I don't get it either."
"You . . . haha! You want to ride the car? You're going to have
sex with this one too?" Quatre fell onto the ground. "Did you even . .
. hahahaha! Did you break up with the other car, or are you going to mess
around with both of them? Hahaha!"
I blushed. "I meant, ride in the car, okay? Man, you are so perverted!
I really don't want to know what you and Tro get up to in that bedroom
Trowa sighed. "Am I the only one that doesn't get the whole "sex-with-cars"
Quatre regained control of himself. "Haha, okay, let's (snicker) go inside
and I'll tell you all about it."
By the time Quatre was done telling the story with me chiming in and giving
examples, Trowa was shaking like a leaf on the couch and trying not to
laugh. "Duo, you are so . . ."
"I know!" I said for the second time that day. "All of this laughing
is making me hun--oh shit, we're supposed to meet Heero and Wufei at the
restaurant in twenty minutes!"
We were out of the door and into our cars in the blink of the eye, and
we were only five minutes late. Of course the two anal-retentive twins
were on time and waiting for us to arrive. We slid into the booth and
once again I was in between Zechs and Heero. Damn.
"Sorry we're late," Quatre huffed. "We . . . ah, there was an unexpected
delivery and we got a little sidetracked."
"Let's just order," Heero grunted, gesturing to the menus that sat before
I opened mine and peered over the top of it at Zechs. "What looks good
to you, Daddy?" I asked.
"Daddy?" demanded Heero, Wufei and Trowa at the same time.
"The southwest chicken looks interesting," Zechs said as if he hadn't
heard the cries of outrage. "You?"
"Oh, I'm a burger-and-fries kind of guy . . . Daddy," I added. "But you'll
let me taste some of it, right?"
"Wait, I'm confused again," Trowa said. "Just where did this ‘daddy'
thing come from. I mean, first it was car sex, and now--"
Oh really. Did he have to mention that in front of Heero? But,
surprisingly, Heero remained calm, but it was obvious that he was taking
deep breaths and clenching his fists.
"Inside joke, perfectly harmless and PG-13, well, okay, maybe R rated,
but most certainly not X, kay?" I returned my attention to my menu.
"Maybe I'll get that southwest stuff too . . ."
Heero turned to me. "What does X rated mean?"
I choked on my spit and stared up at him wide eyed. "Oh, come on. Surely
you and Fei have watched a little . . . you know . . ."
Wufei began sputtering. "Maxwell, how dare you insinuate--depraved--not
"I'm sure it is much better that you don't know, Yuy," Zechs replied,
his face totally straight.
Heero considered this, then looked at his boyfriend who was making the
sound of a busted muffler or something, and nodded. "Yes, I think you're
correct. Never mind." Then he returned to his menu.
Quatre and I gapped at each other.
Wow, I guess Wufei and Heero really were made for each other--whatever
he'd said the other night worked wonders.
Dinner was actually pretty enjoyable after that, and we went our separate
ways when we were all done, but not before I was able to pull Wufei to
the side and say, "Hey, I'm gonna call you tonight. Answer the phone,
He looked as if he didn't want to, but he nodded anyway.
I was anxious to get back to the mansion and put Operation "Snag The Sexy
Blonde" underway, and the first thing I that I did when we got into the
house was head for my room, grab the cordless phone, go into the bathroom,
turn on the fan and call Wufei. Whew!
As the phone was busy dialing, I could hear Zechs moving around out there.
Well, if I could hear him, then he could probably hear me, so . . . I
turned on the shower radio and sat on the toilet seat.
"Hello?" someone said grumpily.
"Hey, Fei, what's shaking?"
"Oh, it's you . . ."
"Yep! You know you love me!"
"What the hell is all of that noise in the background?" Wufei demanded.
"I don't want you-know-who to hear us, alright? Okay, this is what we're
. . . I'm sorry, you, hehehe, are going to do. You are going to
try to get him to talk about me, what he likes and doesn't like, that
kind of stuff and then you will relay what he says back to me."
" . . ."
"Hello? Fei, if you hung up the damn phone on me, I'll--"
"I'm still here! Look, that'll never work. Why the hell would he talk
to me? I don't have seductive man-powers either, okay?"
"I don't care how you do it, just do it. Please."
"Duo . . . and what if he tells me something that you wouldn't want to
"Tell me anyway. That way I won't get my hopes up."
"Yes, well, don't get your damn hopes up either way. He will be able to
leave and put this behind him if he rejects you, but the others and I
will still be here and we will have to deal with your heartache."
"I know, I know, I've heard it twice now, once from Quatre and now once
from you. So . . . you'll do this for me?"
" . . ." He swore in Chinese. "Fine, Maxwell. But if you tell Heero--"
"I said I won't tell! Why would I? Then you'd stop doing what I asked
you to do, and that wouldn't help me at all."
"Right. We have a deal then."
"Great! This is so cool. Okay, start tomorrow. I want to know what his
favorite color is, what his first impression of me was, and what he thinks
of me now that we've spent some time together."
"Color . . . first impression . . . opinion of you now, got it. Bye."
Before I could say anything else, he hung up.
I sighed happily and turned off the fan and radio and emerged from the
Quatre was sitting on the bed, and apparently he'd been talking to Zechs.
No! He would talk to Q, but not to me! The injustice of it all! "Hey,
what's going on, what did I miss?"
Quatre turned to look at me. "I hope you weren't doing anything improper
with that telephone, Duo. Cars are one thing, but a phone . . ."
I made a face at him and put it back on the charger. "Haha. What's up?"
"Want to watch a movie?"
"Of course! Where--your room?"
"Yep, let's go."
The three of us went into Q's room and settled down. Just as Trowa was
about to pop the DVD into the player, one of those special news reports
About Relena Peacecraft . . .
Making a surprise visit to London.
I tried my best not to look over at Zechs and failed miserably. His face
was controlled, showing no apparent emotion.
I wonder how he felt about being away from his sister. Why had he left
her if he wasn't getting paid? And what about her conveniently being in
London where that e-mail had been tracked to? Was it possible that Relena
could have done it, or at least could have ordered someone to do
She and I had never really gotten along. She was too prissy and annoying
for me, and I was too loud, un-classy, and gay for her. Plus I'd
gotten Heero and she'd gotten nothing--he even turned down her offer to
be a bodyguard.
But she was a big person in the world, why would she take the time to
send lil' ol' me a nasty e-mail?
And did Zechs suspect his sister?
By the time I was done asking myself a million questions, the DVD had
already started. But I wasn't paying it any attention--Relena, for the
first and hopefully the last time, was the most important thing on my
"Sooooo . . ." I watched as Zechs began brushing his hair later that night
after the movie was over. "Ah, so, your sister, how did she feel about
you coming here to be my bodyguard?"
The hand holding the brush paused for a moment before returning to work.
"I don't know. I didn't ask."
"Oh. Maybe that was for the best."
Damn the man for being harder to talk to than Heero Yuy! Why couldn't
I get him to say more than a couple of words about himself at a time?
How else was I going to figure out whether or not Relena had a problem
with Zechs being here with me?
"I'm sure she bitched about me a lot, didn't she?" I asked as I sprawled
out on my bed, stretching my body out in a very cat-like way and sighing
There we go, that caught his attention. In the mirror I could tell
that he was watching me move about on the bed, and I grinned. "She did,
didn't she? S'okay, tell me."
" . . . I will admit that she did say some things . . ."
"Although I could never figure out what it was about. I'd never met you
before, and had only heard rumors--very interesting rumors though," Zechs
added, giving me a look through the mirror, "but just rumors none the
"I'm sure you did. Look, our issue was all about Heero."
"Ah, yes. I remember that she used to follow him around and ask for him
to kill her. He was the ex-boyfriend you referred to earlier today?"
Great! Showing interest in my love life was promising. "Yep."
"And he left you? For Chang?"
I loved the way he said that. I really did. The disbelief in his voice
was soooo obvious that it made my heart do weird things. I took a deep
breath and commanded my chest to settle down. "Yep," I said again. "I
know, I know, you're like, what the hell was Yuy thinking?" I got onto
my knees and struck a pose. "How could he leave all of this, the
beauty, the wit, the sarcastic humor, the super intelligent mind, the--"
"Exuberant self-glorification?" His lips were twitching slightly.
"Hey, if I don't love myself, then who will?" I fell back onto the bed
and winked at him.
"You don't seem too upset about it, Yuy, I mean."
"That was a while ago. And besides, I've . . ." Got my sights set on
someone else? No, can't say that. "Reconciled with him and Wufei.
I got over it."
"That is very noble of you."
"Yes, it is, isn't it? So, errr, what about you, Daddy? You involved with
a special girl or . . . guy?" I hoped that I wasn't being too obvious
and settled for fiddling with a loose string on my pillow case instead
of looking at him.
"No, I'm not."
" . . . oh. Well, why not? I mean, you're a fairly good looking guy."
"Fairly good looking?"
"Yes, fairly good looking. If it wasn't for the fact that your
right nostril is a bit bigger than the left, you'd be rating a
hundred out of ten, Daddy."
"Thank you." I yawned.
"Yeeees . . ."
"Time for bed, then." The lights were turned out and we got into bed .
. . um, separate beds, I meant. Too bad, huh?
I sighed warily and closed my eyes, snuggling into the bed sheets and
pillow. "Really, Daddy, if it weren't for that damn nostril . . . hundred
out of ten . . ."
He snickered so softly that I almost didn't hear it. "Yes, and if your
right butt cheek weren't higher than the left, you'd be a two hundred
out of ten, but . . ."
Oh? He'd been looking at my butt? I laughed into my pillow. "Goodnight,
It was the next morning, and Zechs, Wufei and I were in the break room
with me all the way on the other side of the room, trying to appear like
I wasn't straining my ear to hear what they we talking about. I munched
on a donut and stared up at the TV, wincing as a news lady began reporting
on none other than David Rankin. Apparently this stalking/kidnapping business
was big news. I hadn't realized it, but maybe I should have given
the popularity of glanced over my shoulder--Wufei and Zechs were still
talking. That was a good thing, I knew, but it bothered me that
he would barely even say two words at a time to me, but he would yak away
with the others. What the hell was wrong with me?
"--Peacecraft made a surprise visit to London yesterday morning, apparently
on a much needed vacation after the conclusion of month-long peace talks
in Paris. Notably missing at Ms. Peacecraft's side is Zechs Merquise,
the formerly estranged brother to whom she granted asylum after the war."
This statement was accompanied by a short clip of Relena entering a restaurant
surrounded by guards dressed in black, minus Zechs of course. "However,
there have been some reports claiming that Merquise has been seen in the
presence of Duo Maxwell, and many experts speculate that he has taken
on the job of being Maxwell's bodyguard."
Experts? I snorted--yeah, it too experts to figure that out.
"Our network attempted to contact Ms. Peacecraft for a comment but received
Ohh, bad sign. Guess someone wasn't happy about this whole thing at all.
Well, once I got the big fish taken care of, then I could deal with Relena's
petty jealousy. In the mean time, any more childish e-mails would be met
I jumped as something wrapped in a napkin fell into my lap. I stared up
at Wufei's retreating back and cautiously opened it to find a small disk
inside. What was this?
"Are you ready Duo?" Zechs asked.
I carefully wrapped the disk up and put it in my pocket. "Yeah, Daddy,
let's get back to work."
It wasn't until later that evening when Zechs was in the shower that I
had a chance to pop the disk into my laptop. Hmm, an audio file?
I grabbed a pair of head phones and plugged them in, and then chose to
play the file.
Ohhh, Wufei, you are so good!
This is what I heard:
"So . . . Merquise . . ."
"I . . . well, I feel that I must apologize on behalf of my boyfriend.
His actions are not . . . they will not continue, I've seen to that."
" . . . yes."
"Hmm . . . you are not the one who needs to apologize, he does."
"Of course, of course. You--ah . . . damn."
"I--your shirt is blue. Do you like blue? Is blue your favorite color?"
" . . . I'm sorry?"
"You heard me."
"Ah, no, my favorite color is red."
"Red, a . . . good color. Duo's favorite color is black."
". . . is it?"
"And since you brought up Duo--"
"I didn't, you did."
"--let's talk about him. What do you think of him?"
"He's an . . . interesting individual."
"And what? I think that he's a very unique person--smart, confident,
humorous . . . What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to say that you'll stop staring at his ass when he's not
" . . . I don't know what you're talking about."
"Of course you don't. I'm just warning you--if you want to have some
sort of . . . thing with Duo, you'd better be prepared to answer
much harder questions that what your favorite color is."
"I have no intentions of having a thing with him at all. This
is my job, I will remain professional, and becoming involved with him
would be anything but."
"Yes, well, you'd better stick to that, or else."
"Don't worry, I will. Although, after this is all done, I make no promises."
" . . . WHAT! You--if you think--I--"
" . . . just kidding, Chang. Really, you should learn how to relax."
There was some inaudible grumbling from Wufei and that was it.
I sat back in my seat, mouth wide open. Okay, that the fuck was that?
The jerk, he wasn't supposed to scare Zechs away! That wasn't part of
Now I wasn't sure whether to be mad or excited about some of the stuff
I'd heard. Had Zechs been serious about "making no promises" about making
a pass at me after Rankin was caught? I hoped so, but I couldn't be too
sure, since he'd been teasing Wufei at the same time. Damn.
I heard the bathroom door open and quickly yanked off the earphones, removing
the tiny disk and shoving it into the desk drawer. "All done in there,
"Yes. Your turn."
Yes, once again, I was taking my shower after him. I'll let you
in on a little secret--it was . . . exciting to go into that bathroom
in which he'd just been naked, dripping wet with water and muscles
firm . . . yummy. What a turn on.
Unfortunately, I didn't even get a chance to get into the bathroom--the
phone rang as soon as I got into the door frame.
Zechs, who was standing near the dresser, froze. I reached for the phone,
but he shook his head and quickly went over to the wire tap, where he
put the head set on and nodded at me.
". . . Duuuuuuoooo . . ."
"Hello, David," I said cheerfully, looking at Zechs warily. He made a
gesture that I knew immediately--stretch it out. "How are you?"
"You don't care. You don't give a damn."
"Now, that's just not true. How's your eye? Do you need help? Where are
you?" I tried to keep my voice calm as the phone receiver smacked repeatedly
against my ear--that's how much my hands were shaking.
"Don't pretend as if you care! I thought you loved me, I thought you cared,
but I was wrong, wasn't I?"
"Shut up! What have you done, gone back to that damn Jap Yuy? Are you
back in his bed? Are you spreading your legs for him like a whore? Or
is it the tall blonde man that I see you with now? Do you let him
fuck you? I bet you do, I bet you--"
"You don't know what you're talking about!" I exclaimed, tired of his
shit. "I'm not doing anything with anyone, okay?"
"You will pay. I gave you my heart, we were going to be together till
the very end, just you and me and Death . . ."
My skin began to crawl. My breath hitched. "What? What do you mean, you
and me and death?"
"I had it all planned out. We were going to die together, be buried together,
nothing and no one would be able to keep us apart then."
I placed a hand over my stomach as it lurched and rolled. "You sick fuck,
"Don't think that you can get away from me that easily, Duo. I will
have what I want, and we will be together in Death as
I had planned. No one else will have you if I can't!"
The line went dead.
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