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Zechs sat at the bar, back to the room but keeping a close eye on
what was going on behind his back via the mirror in front of him. It
was the only way he'd ever turn his back on that many people. Hardly
anyone who knew him as the Lightning Count would recognize him now.
His ubiquitous mask was gone, his long platinum hair tied back in a
tight ponytail, his ice-blue eyes covered with dark glasses. No
impeccable uniform here; his long muscular legs were encased in
skintight leather trousers that clung to his slim hips. He wore no
shirt, but his perfectly sculpted chest was framed by an open
leather jacket. Black too, of course. Black steel-toed boots laced
halfway to his knees. A far cry from Lieutenant Zechs Marquise,
Treize's right hand man. Here he wasn't an OZ officer. Here he was
Sir, or Master, or whatever he ordered his submissive to call him.
If anyone here used a name you could bet it would be false.
This bar looked like any ordinary dive, and if you wandered in off
the street that was just what it was. But if you knew the right
people to pay off, and knew the right words, it could well be your
Zechs was a dominant. A master. A top. They were just words. What it
meant was that if you wanted to play kinky games, he was the best.
He was known as cold, perfectly controlled and an expert with every
implement known to man. He was picky, though, and he could be. He
was gorgeous and he knew just what he was doing. He didn't play
often. Just when he really needed to release the stress of his
military career. Lately Treize had kept him so busy he hadn't had
much time either.
So he was here tonight to play. To take some willing submissive to a
well-equipped back room, find out their kinks and use them to own
their body. To use it at his will, to have total control. It was
what he craved. More than the sex, the humiliation, the pain he
inflicted. Control. He'd been looking for it most of his life and
this was the only sure way to get it.
Zech's eyes scanned the room behind him, looking for potential.
Zechs was technically bisexual, but lately he'd only had a taste for
men. They could take so much more abuse. He never wanted for
partners. He had his pick. Sometimes they approached him, but mostly
he waited for someone to catch his eye. It was the nature of most
submissives that they waited for the dominant to approach.
But tonight would be different.
Zechs glanced up as someone entered the bar. He couldn't make out
the man's face from here but instantly something about his bearing
was familiar. He watched as the man strode in as if he owned the
place, yet Zechs was sure he'd never seen him here before. As he
watched, though, he became more and more sure that he'd seen him
The man approached the bar, moving into the slightly brighter light,
and suddenly Zechs knew who this man was. His back stiffed
automatically to military straightness and his mind whirled at
seeing his commanding officer here. Treize.
Treize was also dressed differently than usual; form-fitting, almost
tight black slacks accentuated his lean form, and a red silk shirt,
open two buttons, was tucked into them. His hair wasn't slicked back
but fell naturally into his eyes, making him look years younger and
much more relaxed. He was also virtually unrecognizable as General
Treize Khushrenada. Only because Zechs knew him so well could he
recognize him, though the man wore nothing to really disguise
himself. Zechs was impressed.
He'd also apparently been recognized himself.
Treize leaned on the bar next to Zechs, and looked at him in the
mirror. "Hello," he purred, his voice a low purr that Zechs had
never heard from Treize before. Zechs noticed that he didn't call
him by name; that was a good sign. It also meant that Treize was up
"Good evening," Zechs answered neutrally, mentally adding 'sir'
because it was so ingrained. He made eye contact, but only in the
mirror. Did Treize have any idea what this place was, or what went
on here? How had he found him?
"I came here for you," Treize said, still only looking at him in the
mirror. Still giving nothing away.
Zechs caught movement in the corner of his eye. The bartender was
watching, wondering if Zechs was being bothered by the man, and the
huge bouncers were always standing by. They knew Zechs well, if not
by name, and they would remove the man if he wanted. With a glance
and a nod at the bartender, Zechs communicated that it was all
right, and he returned his attention to Treize. "What do you want?"
he asked mildly. A reasonable question given the circumstances, yet
not out of character. Zechs hoped the General would excuse his
abrupt manner and lack of honorifics, given the circumstances. He
decided not to ask how Treize had found him. He had no doubt the man
could find anyone whether they wanted to be found or not.
"I hear you're something of a... specialist," Treize drawled, as
calmly as if they were discussing the weather, but with an undertone
of something that Zechs couldn't quite put his finger on. In anyone
else he would have called it excitement. "In fact, I hear you're the
Zechs blinked slowly. Treize was being circumspect, that much was
clear, and he'd found Zechs, but how much did he know? "I have many
hobbies," he said. "At some I am quite proficient." Let the older
man make what he would of that. Zechs would of course tell his
commanding officer anything he was ordered to, but Treize hadn't
gone that far yet.
Zechs was surprised when Treize moved slightly closer and lowered
his voice. He was sure he'd never stood this close to the older man
in such an informal setting. It made his heart pound just a little
faster, though he didn't let it show. Treize was an attractive man.
But he was still his commanding officer. He just wasn't sure in what
capacity the man was here.
Treize leaned closer yet, and spoke directly in Zechs' ear. "I would
like to go some place more private. Please. Then I will explain why
A shiver went up Zechs' spine at the intimate gesture, and the hot
breath on his ear. He turned to look directly at Treize for the
first time. "All right," he said, wincing when the lack of 'sir' at
the end made him uncomfortable. Such things were so deeply ingrained.
Zechs looked up at the bartender and mouthed a number at him. He got
an answering nod and the man turned to his computer. Zechs knew he
was keying the room lock to Zechs' handprint. By the time they got
there, it would be ready for him. Though Treize had said he wanted
to talk, all the rooms had at least a basic set of equipment. Some
rooms, however, were more specialized.
Zechs angled his head at Treize, and said, "Follow me."
Treize followed without a word, and they soon arrived at an unmarked
door. The door opened at Zechs' touch, and the lights came up to
medium intensity. He held the door for Treize, closing it firmly
behind him. He leaned against the door, letting the older man take
in the room for a moment before he said, "This room is secure, non-
monitored. We can speak freely." His tone was flat, unemotional.
Whatever Treize was here for, Zechs was in his element.
The room had stark white walls, from which hung a variety of things
that few on Earth and the colonies would be familiar with. Whips of
all sizes and shapes, restraints for any part of the human body, and
places to secure them. There was a low spanking bench and a higher,
examination table. There also was, astonishingly, a bed. A cabinet
held, unseen, smaller and more intimate toys and the special things
needed to play with them.
Treize finally turned to Zechs, with a look the longhaired man had
never seen on his commanding officer: wonder. "I didn't believe such
places existed," he said softly. Zechs had never seen Treize look so
unsure of himself.
Zechs didn't move, though, didn't react. "I'm paying for this by the
hour. Did you want to sightsee or were you here for a reason?" Zechs
knew that bordered on insubordination but he wanted to know what was
going on. Was he to be reprimanded for his extracurricular
Treize chuckled and walked closer to Zechs. "I guess I do owe you an
explanation. And I will of course reimburse you for your time."
Zechs waved his hand impatiently. "That's not important, forgive me.
I just want to know what's going on, sir."
Treize nodded. "And I shall tell you. Then I shall ask you a favor."
He looked around, then went to sit on the edge of the bed. Zechs
stayed where he was. "I always thought there was something wrong
with me," he began, and Zechs held back his questions. He knew
Treize well enough by now to know that the man wouldn't be rushed.
Treize looked down, and continued. "I had fantasies. Ones that, no
matter what else I did, no matter how many men or women I bedded,
wouldn't go away. Because I couldn't indulge those fantasies. I just
couldn't. There was no one I trusted with my secret, so of course
the need got stronger. It's gotten to the point that there's nothing
I want more."
Zechs was starting to understand, but still he kept quiet. He kept
his distance, still leaning back against the door. Most people had a
very hard time articulating their fantasies. But then again Treize
Khushrenada wasn't most people.
Treize looked down at his hands briefly, then back up at Zechs. "I'm
always the one in charge, Zechs. Always in control. But sometimes...
I don't want to be in control. I want to be controlled."
Zechs nodded, and the older man held up his hand. "Please. Let me
continue. This is not easy for me." Zechs kept quiet, and Treize
went on. "I could never indulge those fantasies, obviously. There's
never been anyone that I trusted enough. Until now." Treize fixed
his clear blue eyes on Zechs. "I heard rumors. I had them verified.
You are very discreet and hard to locate, but when I heard the
descriptions I knew it was you. My friend, my most trusted officer,
and he could give me what I need. I had to take a chance and ask."
He paused, and Zechs could tell he wasn't finished, so he stayed
silent. "I need this, Zechs. I ask you as a friend. You can of
course refuse, and we will never speak of it again."
Zechs regarded Treize. It wasn't that he'd never entertained the
notion of being involved with the older man. Treize was attractive,
very desirable. But he was untouchable, it seemed to him. He'd never
have guessed. "May I be blunt, sir?" Zechs asked carefully. He
wanted to be absolutely clear.
"Of course," Treize said, the faint shadow of amusement hovering
around his mouth making him look more like himself. "The situation
rather begs it."
Zechs nodded, and said, "I want to be sure I know what you're asking
of me before I decide." He took a deep breath and switched into
negotiation mode. "You are asking me to dominate you."
Treize nodded, and Zechs went on. "What do you want? Specifically?
Pain? Humiliation? Sex? Or just control?" Part of him couldn't
believe he was having this conversation with his General, but the
rest of him was focused on the possibilities.
Treize looked up at Zechs, and said, "Well, since I've never done
this before, I think I'd have to leave it up to you. Isn't that how
it works? But... all of it is very... intriguing."
"For a beginning scene, I'd introduce elements of all of those,"
Zechs said, nodding. "And adjust accordingly, judging from your
reactions. You must choose a safeword and a slow word, and tell me
of any specific things you would never want to do. Those are called
hard limits. You have to tell me just how far you are willing to go,
sexually. And first, or even second scenes are not always perfect.
Do you understand all that?" He didn't know how much Treize knew
"I understand," Treize said immediately. "Does that mean you'll
"I already have," Zechs said. "You fulfill my requirements and I'll
try my best to fulfill your needs."
Treize blinked at Zechs, clearly surprised. "Thank you, Zechs. I
will do my best."
"As will I," Zechs answered, smirking just a little. He didn't let
himself think too far ahead. He needed to be in control. "When would
you like to start?"
"Now," Treize said immediately, showing more eagerness than Zechs
had ever seen. Then the older man blushed, just slightly. "If that
meets with your needs, of course. I am... rather eager."
Zechs stared at a blushing Treize Khushrenada. Now he'd seen
everything. "We can begin tonight," he finally said.
"Good," smiled Treize, relaxing just a bit. "Thank you, Zechs. I
will forever be in your debt."
Zechs thought that, all else aside, having Treize in his debt wasn't
a bad thing. He nodded, and said, "We begin now." He paused for a
moment, then went on. "From this moment until the scene ends, you
will address me as 'sir.' You are my property until one to both of
us ends the scene. You can end the scene by using your safeword.
Have you chosen a safeword and a slow word? They should be words
that are significant to you, that you will remember even if in
distress, and also not words that you would easily say under these
circumstances. If you can't think of anything, yellow is often used
as a slow word, and red as a safe word."
Treize nodded, and seemed to consider. "I'd like to use yellow and
red for now, if that's all right," he finally said. "My mind is a
bit blank at the moment," he added ruefully, then said, "Sir."
Treize calling him 'sir' was odd, but Zechs liked it. "Yellow and
red. That's fine. Now, hard limits. What will you not consent to
doing?" Zechs asked, then thought Treize might need a little
help. "Personally, I will not do scat or watersports. Nor bloodplay
or breath control in a beginning scene. I'd rather not do age play
or animal games." He watched Treize's face carefully. That was a lot
of rather specific information.
Indeed, the older man's eyes were rather larger than before, but he
seemed no less confident. "I agree with those limits for myself as
well, sir," he nodded. "I can't think of anything else at the
moment, but if I do I will tell you or use my safeword."
Zechs nodded. "One more question. How far are you willing to go
sexually? A scene does not have to include sexual contact but mine
usually do." Usually because he only accepted subs whom he found
attractive, and Treize was no exception.
Treize bowed his head just slightly and looked up at Zechs, no blush
this time. "As far as you want to go, sir. I am yours for tonight,
That made Zechs' body react. Treize was willing to let Zechs fuck
him. And Zechs intended to do just that. "Understood," he said, his
voice a little deep. "We shall begin, then."
"Yes, sir," Treize said, his own voice a bit breathless. He stood
and walked across the room to stand in front of Zechs, eyes
downcast. "Thank you."
Continued in part 2