Heaven's Gate Modeling Agency
The Japanese man stood by the window, his back leaning against white panes of cement and paint, cautiously viewing his guest. Sharp eyes followed the young man's every move, watching him touch the various pictures scattered on his desk. Brown hair, unruly and long in the front while layers shortening to the back in an hairstyle that seemed to fit him, long bangs covering gorgeous Prussian-blue eyes that gleamed like jewels surrounding a face ready to strike death with every glare. These same jewels watched negatives touched and gently placed neatly back on the large oblong marble desk placed strategically in the center of the room. You would think judging by the appearance of this intense yet strikingly handsome young man he would be a model not the master agent of one of the top models of the world. The Heaven's Gate Modeling agency was renowned throughout the world. Gaining acclaim like the fabled Ford Modeling Agency, Heaven's Gate was in a class by itself. Only special beauties received invitations from their agency and that person was treated like royalty. Heero Yuy just smiled at Quarte Winner's younger brother. That blond cherub was going to have competition if Heero could just get the violet-eyed beauty to sign a contract.
"It seems anything concerning your brother, you're over here within ten seconds flat."
Duo rolled his eyes, ignored the taller businessman. "When did you get back, Heero-san?"
"Yesterday." Smiling, he placed a large lilac colored box on the table. "Here...Quat wanted you to have this."
Amethyst eyes blinked cautiously at the container, brushing light fingertips over the satin paper, not wanting to disturb the intricate design by opening it.
Heero continued leaning against the windowpane, balancing precariously on one leg, the other on the flawlessly floor of his office, studying Duo's face. "Don't you want to know what he's doing over there? Go on..ask me?"
"Is he well?"
"Of course he is." Heero exclaimed a little too loudly. "Rashid guards him with his life." Pushing from the wall, he walked over to his briefcase, pulling out some stills of Quarte taking under the Effiel Tower at dusk. "Check this out."
Duo got up from his chair, walking over to where Heero motioned him to be. "He is 'the' top Arabian/American model in the business. Everyone wants him because of his exotic features."
Really..."Does he ask about me?" Duo quietly asked, his eyes still scanning the exposures set before him.
"All the time. He's worried about your welfare. Since your parents died from that accident, you haven't been the same. He only wants to give you a happy yet normal life." When Heero didn't get a response, he continued walking a little closer to the quiet boy wanted to smile at the sulking look Duo was displaying. He walked over to the table. "He picked this out specially for you on his break, during his layover from Milan." Grabbing the box from his hands, opening up the container only to reveal a three quarter jet-black butter soft Italian leather jacket.
"Go ahead...put it on. See how it looks on you."
Duo did as Heero asked, his arms disappearing into the sleeves of the jacket. The material felt warm, warm enough for the winter because of the thickness. But the inner layer could be taking out and it was light enough for the fall. Overall, the garment was a durable yet comfortable piece of work.
"He's being interviewed by everyone now." Heero continued, admiring how the leather fitted over lithe muscles. "And each time he mentions your name...His darling younger brother. The pride of the Winner-Maxwell family."
Duo closed his eyes, listening to the conversation. He was already prepared for Heero's next statement.
"I don't think he'll be coming home anytime soon though."
Amethyst eyes reopened, gazing into one of Quarte's pictures across the room. "How come I'm not surprised by that."
Heero smiled, admiring the length of Duo's clothed form. The black leather made his pale skin glow, his unusual eyes larger than normal. "It looks good on you. Your brother has excellent taste."
Duo's eyes closed again, suddenly feeling the room grow extremely warm. Soft footstep approached him, a single hand reaching for the zipper of his khaki pants.
"He is one of the top models in Paris and Milan. This is a crucial time for him. You do understand, don't you?"
Yes he understood. It was Quarte's dream to become a model. To be recognized by the entire world. So...what did that have to do with the man kneeling before him unbuckling his pants?
Heero gasped, releasing the treasure from its confinement, enjoying the richness of Duo's clean scent. The boy always smelled like vanilla and peaches. "Yes..." Heero breathed, his body tingling in anticipation. "His dream." Rubbing his face against Duo's groin, Heero moaned, aching, trying to get some reaction to the emotionless boy. "I know how badly you want to see him, but you'll have to be patient a little longer." His hands slowly caressed the gift encased in silk cloth. Putting his hand inside the boxers and releasing the organ from its confinement, Heero opened up his mouth wide awaiting his offering. "I however can't wait another second." Any words were hushed as he swallowed Duo whole, sending a trigger straight to his groin. Using his tongue, circling the tip he moaned his contentment, sucking the ruby head like a newborn baby tasting his first taste of milk. Duo just stood there, allowing the businessman to satisfy his need as he began guiding the man's head over his aroused organ, moving his hand through russet waves pushing his head back and forth.
Cold eyes opened, turning to look at a particular pose of his brother on a near by wall. Quarte was wearing a three-piece pinstriped suit; a sharp derby hat covering a head full of golden curls and his aquamarine gaze was looking to the side at nothing particular. The words of the agent flooded his mind. "He loved them both but he loved Quarte first." That was weird since he told him that he loved him also. All this while Heero was giving him a mind-blowing blowjob, yet Duo's heart was not in it. It never was. He thought about his brother's dream and where exactly did he fit in. Did Quarte really care? Duo already knew the answer because if he cared, Quarte would let him live in that dream also.
"I want to be a part of your dream, Niisan." He sadly thought. "It isn't fair that you care the one to live there without me." He continued in his musings even as he began to speed up, feeling the first of many climaxes that night. His eyes closed as he leaned his head back and erupted inside of the agent's mouth pools and pools of sweet milk. He would never enter a paradise where he was comforted in his brother's arms.
"Huh what do you want to know about Maxwell?"
Relena and Zechs sat in a quaint restaurant for brunch located off Sterlite Street overlooking Starlight Square, which was the center of town. Initially he asked her out to tell her about his engagement to Treize but the more he thought about it, he was more bent on telling Relena about her so called boyfriend. "Nothing really. Maybe what kind of guy he is?" His hand reached for a cookie since they had just finished their meal.
Relena looked at her brother, confused. "What do you mean?"
Zechs added two lumps of sugar to his cup stirring his coffee in a casual manner. "What's he like when he's alone with you? Is he a gentleman?"
"Oh please!" Relena sarcastically replied, rolling her eyes. "If he gets mad, he ignores me for the entire date." Then her face quirked a smirk, as she stirred her jasmine tea and looking into her cup moving the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup with her spoon. "It is kinda cute though. He's always primping in the mirror, making sure his hairs in place. That narcissus attitude just turns me on."
Turn on? Zechs shook his head, his platinum strands falling loosing over his shoulders. "He's pretty self centered if you ask me."
"But hey Relena," lifting his head to his sister, " Haven't you heard what people say about him? That he goes both ways?"
Relena giggled. "So?! So do I! Besides who cares if it's true, it just means he's that much better at sex when he come to me."
"RELENA!" He didn't believe his younger sister had this 'I don't give a fuck' attitude. Here she was dating a guy who seemed to be using her as much as she was using him. He thought she loved him. They had to mean something to each other for her to ignore his actions, didn't they?
Laughter broke him out of his thoughts, as Relena turned to him. "That catlike prowess isn't even the most attractive thing about him." Her cornflower blue eyes became hazy, sparkled just thinking about him. "I love it when we walk down the street and all the girls get jealous, wishing they were me! Does that ever happen when you're with Treize?"
Zech was munching on another almond cookie, almost choking from her statement. "Hey...what a minute..." he replied protectively.
"Answer the question, brother dear?"
"Occasionally...but I don't care...he loves me enough to propose."
"Yes..." Relena took his larger hand into hers, gazing at the golden band on his forefinger. "I'm sorry, Zechs. I don't mean to get you upset."
Zechs nodded as she continued. "Well this is one thing that really gets me pissed about Maxwell."
White gold lashes blinked over widening azure jewels. "What's that?"
Her gaze looked at two swallows singing in the overlooking trees. "You can never call him by his first name. Never call him Duo."
Zechs blinked. "His first name? That's odd."
"You're telling me. He get mad and says 'That name is his and his alone!'"
"His?" Zechs replied, totally confused.
"It's probably some melodrama he had with an ex I suppose. That guy imprinted himself on his soul or something because he can't forget him."
"Does he say anything more than that?" Zechs questioned, very curious about the weird boy.
Relena shrugged her shoulder really not caring. "I don't ask. Why spoil my fun."
Zechs frowned, slamming his hands hard on the table and unconsciously standing up. Luckily they were in a corner else everyone would be looking at them. "That's sick, Relena. All of this is just weird!"
Looking up at her older brother, Relena wondered what was wrong with Zechs. "Hey! You're the one with all the questions! Getting all worked up for nothing! And you call me weird."
"It's only because I care about you, Relena! You're my sister! I don't want you hurt! If you kept this up you'll end up with a broken heart...just like when Dorothy left you!"
Relena rolled her eyes, yet Zechs persisted. "You've got to be more serious about this! I'm begging you!"
Okay...now she was mad. "You have no right to say anything, Zechs!" This conversation was really starting to piss her off. She was not a child any more, those years were long gone in her book.
"No right?" He rose out of his seat in anger, his fist pounding on the table. "I'm your brother!!!"
"And I'm an adult!" She retaliated, glaring right back. "Just leave us alone. We're not hurting anyone, are we?"
Cornflower blue eyes glared at her sibling with such venom, Zechs had to turn his face. He still tried to turn her train of thought but judging from the intense anger from his younger sister's face, he ended up sighing, sitting back down in his seat calmly and quietly. Long pale hair, hid his features as soft words poured from his mouth. "But do you really love him?"
Relena didn't mean it but she burst out in laughter. Zechs and his silly ideals! She had learned a lesson with Dorothy. Romance was played out years ago. When she met the right person, she would settle down but until then she was young and wanted to play for as long as she could. "You're really weird, Niisan." Another giggle bubbled from her throat as another thought crossed her mind, just to tease her brother. "Maybe you have the hots from Maxwell yourself?"
Like a dagger being thrown in his back Zechs's head rose, staring sharp ice blue eyes at his sister in annoyance. "That's not possible. I'm totally in love with Treize."
Relena studied her brother a bit more about to cut him with another comment to cheer him up when her beeper went off. Pulling it from its clip on her hip, she stared at the number and nearly fell from her seat. "OH MAN! I'm supposed to meet Hilde and the girls for the fitting! You do remember Une's wedding right?" She gathered up her pocketbook, quickly drinking down the last of her tea. "I'm sorry Zechs. Be a dear and pay my tab, ne? I'll treat you next time."
He nodded, watching as his baby sister exit the café and run around the corner. So many jumbled thoughts were going through his head. All because of that bastard Duo Maxwell.