To Save the Wind

Chapter Three

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:Key:

"Speaking"

'Thoughts'

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He was good! In fact, he was better than good. He was DAMN good! So good, he was probably the only one who could have pulled off what he had…

'And THAT is why I'm stuck in this situation in the first place.' Quatre sighed as he watched the buildings pass by through tinted windows.

In less than 24 hours the blond had not only managed to find the exact location of the next auction, he'd been able to score front row seats…

So to speak.

Actually, he had the "Presidential Box" more or less. A box high above the crowd and very

secluded. As in, "a place where no one could see or recognize him." He'd told them he'd like to keep a low profile and keep his identity a secret. He said many would find it "out of character" and he had no intentions of "commoners" learning about his…

Preferences.

Boy, after he'd told them that they were jumping through hoops to get him in on this auction. They promised that they would help him find the perfect "plaything". He'd been disgusted with how they referred to fellow human beings, but Quatre has played it cool and acted like he enjoyed that type of thing.

It was surprising, really, how easily he'd gotten in. He thought it would have been a lot harder to win them over. Perhaps they were blinded by his status and wealth…

'Or maybe there is a trial I've yet to face…' He thought with a small frown.

No one could see him, thankfully, due to the tinted windows. Not even the driver could see him thanks to the blackened window erected between them.

'Thank Allah.' The blond mentally sighed, relieved, as he sent up his thanks to the heavens.

The less people that saw him, the better in his opinion. Yes, he was "incognito" and no one would recognize him but…

Well, he really didn't feel comfortable with people seeing him like this. It just wasn't "him." Sure, the tight black leather pants made his ass look good. And the way they rubbed him when he moved made his cock twitch. And the leather windbreaker…

Okay, the truth was simple. It wasn't that he didn't want people recognizing him, that he could deal with. No, the truth of the matter of why he didn't want anyone seeing him went far deeper than that. Thanks to this mission and wanting to "fit in", Quatre had found he had a "thing" for leather. And, quite frankly, he didn't want anyone seeing, and recognizing, him while he was walking around with a hard-on due to his new found fetish.

'Oh, but it feels so good.' Quatre thought with a moan as he started to move around again. 'The friction is… yum…' He blushed, embarrassed by his actions, yet unable to control himself.

He'd already decided. After the mission was all said and done, he was keeping the leather… Actually, he planned on purchasing more. The doe skin-soft leather was just… an orgasm waiting to happen and…

'Oops.' Quatre mentally gasped, his face red, from both shame and the aftermath, as he looked around for some Kleenex or a towel or something.

The back of a car was probably the worst place for a guy to cream their pants. Back of a limo, on the other hand, people expected it and put napkins or towels. But a car?

'Oh, Thank Allah.' Luckily for Quatre, the driver had a cold or something because there was a stash of tissues… 'With lotion… not that I need any lubrication now, thank you.' The blond chuckled at the irony as he cleaned himself up.

He wasn't used to all of this. The mission itself was way out of his area of expertise. Sure, he'd has some strange fantasies and whatnot during his life, but the thought of owning another human being…

He just prayed that he could pull it off. Preferably without getting caught.

Luckily, due to his love of leather and jittery nerves, there was one less thing he'd have to worry about. It would be a while before he could get it back up, and the auction would probably be over before then so... Score! No walking around with a boner for him! Life couldn't get much better than this. The only thing that could make better is...

'If I weren't doing all this in the first place.' Quatre closed his eyes and sighed.

Honestly, this wasn't in his character. Save for the leather thing. He'd never imagined he'd be doing something like this. ESPECIALLY for a man he had once called his "enemy."

'Amazing how things change.'

Going from enemies to allies in the span of, what, six years?

'More than that.' The blond thought with a smile as he recalled Zechs' actions during the war.

Zechs had been just like them and The Lightning Baron even realized it. Sure, Zechs claimed to be different but... the fact that he could pilot Tallgeese was proof enough that he related more with the gundam boys than he had Oz.

Hell, Trieze even knew it.

'Quit dwelling on the past.' Quatre chastised himself as he noticed the car turning an awful lot. 'The driver is making sure I can't memorize the way here.' The blond noted with a small smile.

'Clever trick.' Too bad it wouldn't work on a gundam pilot under normal circumstances.

Luckily for them these circumstances weren't normal. That, and he frankly didn't give a damn where they were located. He just wanted to get Zechs and be done with the whole ordeal.

'Never thought I'd be saving him.' He laughed lightly, amazed once again at how things turned out sometimes.

"Sir, we are almost at our destination. Please be sure that you have everything as this will not be the vehicle picking you up." The driver's voice came over the...

Was there an intercom in the car? Wow, these people were weird. It worked for him though. They understood the meaning of "privacy" and how to keep an identity a secret, and that was in his best interest.

But that was besides the point. Point of the matter was that there was going to be another vehicle picking him up and he had to find out what.

"And what, pray tell, will be picking me up?" Though his words were polite, his tone was firm and demanding. It's what one would expect from someone going to one of these auctions, after all.

"A... a limo, Sir." The driver answered, his voice holding a submissive tone to it. Honestly, from the way the man sounded, Quatre was surprised he wasn't being called "Master."

'Damn I'm good.' Seemed Quatre's "Poker face" and the tone, persona, that went along with it worked perfectly. 'If I was a Dom, I'd have it made.' Quatre laughed mentally before what he'd just been thinking hit him.

Considering he was going to an auction to purchase a "slave", so to speak, he really was a Dom.

For the time being.

It was just a character he had to play to complete the mission after all. No big deal. He still didn't think this idea was cool. He was still the same sweet Quatre he'd always been...

Only with a kink for leather. And he was somewhat enjoying the effect just his voice had on this guy...

'I'm going to need therapy after this, I just know it.' He groaned mentally.

"We're here, Ma... S... Sir." The driver stuttered over the intercom just as someone opened the door for him.

"Welcome, Mr..."

Quatre cut the fat man off with a glare. A glare that dared him to speak the blond's last name, and promising harsh retribution should the fat male do so.

"Ah, forgive me Sir! I'd nearly forgotten my place." The tubby man apologized with a low bow.

'Lots of therapy.' Quatre sighed mentally, then smirked. 'Maybe.' This could be a good thing. At least with this attitude people would quit trying to walk all over him.

Like Lady Une, for instance. If he acted like this all the time, he wouldn't get stuck on these crappy missions!

'Yeah... I wish. She'd still find a way to make my life hell.' He frowned. 'Why me?' He wondered for, quite possibly, the billionth time in the past day or so.

"Are you the one I spoke with earlier?" Quatre asked in a demanding tone as he stepped out of the vehicle. He used his superior height to give him even more of an advantage over the pudgy guy.

Hey, if he couldn't take his frustration out on the cause (i.e. Lady Une) the guy in front of him was the next best thing, right?

'Oh Allah, I really am thinking like a Dom.' He cringed mentally and made a note to himself to set up an appointment with a shrink as soon as possible.

"N... No Sir."

Yep, he played the character too well. He had a right to worry and make plans for seeing a psychiatrist.

"I wish to speak with your boss then, I don't deal well with..." The blond looked the other over. "Lackeys." He stated and looked the man in the eyes.

"S... Sir, I assure you, I'm no lackey. I'm second in command and..."

"I prefer to deal with my equals." Quatre sighed, as if what he was about to say burdened him. "But if you're the best I can get, I suppose that will have to do. Let's talk business. Elsewhere, preferably." That's it, act like its all about business.

"But of course! But..."

"Where is your master?" That's it, keep him on his toes while trying to get information out of the submissive cur.

"My master is..." The pudgy man shook his head when he realized what he'd said. "My BOSS is taking care of some business. He told me he'd meet with you personally after the auctions are over and that I make you as comfortable as possible."

'Looks like I can get a rather nice reaction out of anyone.' Quatre smiled mentally. 'If I can throw the "second in command" off guard, imagine what else I can do.' Well, if he was going to have a "power trip" he might as well get it out of his system where it wouldn't do any harm, right?

Besides, he was only reaffirming that he "fit in" with these guys...

Sort of.

'I'm still in a league of my own.' Sad, but true. Quatre looked on the bright side though, at least he could use it to his advantage.

"Now, if you'd follow me, Sir, I'll show you to your seats." The fat man bowed before walking into the building.

'Here we go.' Quatre took a deep breath as he mentally steeled himself for the things to come.

Then, armed with the character he'd created practically overnight, he followed the man into the building and toward his mission objective.

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A/N: Alright, I was hoping to get 10 reviews before posting this but… eh, I'm going with "quality over quantity" just this once :P lol

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