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Crashed	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Are you sure about this?”
Wufei took a breath and nodded. “Yeah.”
Trowa smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear before kissing him. Wufei opened his lips in invitation and Trowa eagerly accepted. They became lost in the intense kiss until a throat cleared.
Trowa pulled away and Duo rolled his eyes. “Geez, he's gettin' his tongue pierced not having a major operation.”
Jen chuckled. “Give them a break, new love is cute. All right, sweetness,” she handed him a cup of mouth wash, “rinse again and stick your tongue out.”
He did as told, squeezing one eye shut as she clamped his tongue. “Ready?”
He nodded and flinched minutely as the needle punched through his tongue. After she finished, Trowa handed him the milkshake they'd bought on the way and he took in a few sips.
“The swelling will go down in a day or two. Don't eat anything that can get stuck in or wrapped around it until it heals.”
“'Kay,” was all he could manage.
Trowa grinned. “You're going to be talking funny for the next few days.”
They laughed at the scowl he directed at Trowa and Duo hopped up from his chair.”
“Me next.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What do you want pierced now? You've already got your tongue, ears, and both nipples done.”
“I want another in my right ear.”
She titled her head to the side. “Why the right?”
He shrugged. “It's kind of a surprise for Quatre.”
“And what's it supposed to mean?”
“What does it matter to you?”
She dug through her supplies and pulled out the gun to do earrings. “I'm just curious.”
He sat down and tilted his head to the side. “Well, it'll mark me as bottom, and I'd never bottom for anyone other than Quatre.”
She paused as she held the gun to his ear. “So this is like an outward sign of your commitment to him?”
“Yeah.”
She shook her head and shot the ring into his ear. “I can't believe how much you've changed since meeting him.”
He grinned up at her. “I guess that happens when you find the one you want to keep.”
“Have you told him?”
He pulled out his wallet to pay her. “No, I want it to be a surprise.”
She shook her head. “I meant that you loved him.”
“He knows I want to be with him.”
“Don't you think it's something he should hear?”
He rolled his eyes. “We're guys.”
“Oh yeah? How often does he tell you?”
He made to answer and frowned. Without saying a word, he turned and went out the door, lighting a cigarette.
Wufei watched the braided man for a moment. He thought it was obvious that Duo loved Quatre, but he couldn't really see him being romantic. Wufei didn't think he'd like being in a relationship like that. He sipped his milkshake and held the keys up to Duo. Violet eyes lit up.
“Really?”
“Fi'ish shmokin' firsht.” He glared at them for laughing and was only slightly mollified when Trowa hugged him and kissed his temple.
He climbed in the back of the Jaguar and Trowa climbed in after him, leaving Duo alone in the front as they drove to Quatre's apartment. Duo pulled out his cell. “Hey, we're on our way... Yeah.” He flipped the phone closed and glanced in the rearview mirror. “She drives like a dream.”
Wufei smiled but didn't brave saying anything. Duo pulled up outside the apartments and Quatre got in the car with a grin, glancing to Wufei in the back. “Got your own personal chauffeur, huh?”
He nodded with a smirk and Quatre looked to Duo. His brows drew together at the look on his lover's face, then his eyes widened as he saw the stud in Duo's ear. He gripped his chin and turned his face to see if there was a match in the left. The meaning wasn't lost on the blond and he smiled softly.
Duo licked his lips. “I love you.”
Blue eyes widened and he pulled Duo close to kiss him. Wufei was shocked to see the blond so aggressive, but even more surprising was Duo's submission. As the kiss dragged on, he was a little worried they were going to start ripping clothes off. Duo gripped Quatre's shirt in his fist as the blond turned in his seat and cupped the back of his head at the base of the braid. A moan slipped from Duo only to be swallowed by his lover's mouth.
Wufei sucked hard on his shake and averted his eyes, only to lock gazes with Trowa. He became uncomfortably aware of the growing tightness in his pants. Trowa tucked a strand of hair behind Wufei's ear and leaned over to lightly press his lips to the Chinese man's. Wufei shivered as the long fingers continued to rake through his hair. Trowa left his lips to kiss along his jawline and he tilted his head back, gasping as Trowa found spots Wufei hadn't known existed that sent jolts of pleasure to his already hardening length.
All four froze and looked to the passenger side window after a woman tapped on it. Quatre cringed and rolled it down. “Yes, Ms. Ginger?”
“I don't mind the little display, but someone else might. Either take it up to your apartment or find somewhere else to make out.” She glanced to the backseat and took in Wufei's flaming face. “And you should have more respect for yourself, young lady.”
His mouth dropped. “I'm 'ot a 'irl!”
She covered her mouth. “Oh dear. I'm sorry, honey. It's just...” As the other three burst out laughing, she turned on her heel and left. Wufei smacked Trowa's arm as he doubled over with silent laughter.
“Ish 'ot fu'y.”
Duo howled, gripping the steering wheel and pressing his forehead to it. “I don't know what's best,” he gasped between laughs, “Wufei's slurring... or her.”
Quatre wiped the tears from under his eyes. “I'm sorry, Wufei, but that was priceless.” He got his laughter under control. “I see you didn't back out of getting your tongue pierced.”
“I sa' I wou'.” He sipped his shake.
Duo started the car and released a breath. “Man, my stomach hurts.”
Trowa rubbed Wufei's thigh. “I'm sorry for laughing.”
He sighed. “Wha'ever.”
He smiled and draped an arm over Wufei's shoulder. “Just take it as a compliment. You're quite beautiful.”
He grunted but leaned into Trowa, keeping to himself that he thought the auburn haired man was much prettier than he was. They returned to the almost empty dorms, as most of the students had left for break, and went up to Heero's room.
******
Zechs pulled Heero from the desk before he could snort the lines and plastered his lips to the Asian's. Heero tried weakly to push him off; but, as the blond pressed their bodies tight together, he forgot why he was fighting against it.
After several minutes of rough kissing, Zechs softened his ministrations. He slid Heero's jeans and underwear down and pulled the wife-beater off, grabbing the lube from the nightstand as he did so. He sat up to stare down at the toned body beneath him before latching his lips to a pierced nipple.
Heero arched into the touch. He clenched his hands in sun-kissed locks and urged the blond to move faster, but Zechs wasn't having it.
“Zechs-”
“No.” He kissed and licked down Heero's torso until he reached his length. He lapped at it, pulling gasps and pants from Heero. He coated his fingers as he sucked the rigid erection into his mouth.
Heero's mouth fell open in a silent scream as, for the first time in years, a finger slid into him. He didn't want to react to it, but he couldn't stop his hips from rocking back on the finger as warm, wet heat enveloped his erection. His legs spread without a conscious thought to do so.
Zechs added another finger and scissored them. Heero's brows drew together as he struggled to control his breathing.”Not again. Zechs please don't.”
“Why?”
“Because... I don't... I can't... this is too... intimate.”
He raised up, pumping Heero's length and pushing another finger inside the older man. “Sex isn't?”
He shook his head. “Sex is sex. You keep trying to turn it into...”
He smiled softly. “Making love?” Heero nodded. “Yes, I do. And I'm going to remind you of what making love really feels like.”
He took Heero's lips in a soft but deep kiss. Heero's breath hitched as fear and desire coiled in his stomach. The hand continued pumping him slowly as the fingers left his entrance and he felt Zechs' length press against him. He tore his lips from the blond's and dug his head back in the pillow as Zechs pressed in slowly. His head tossed from side to side.
“No... no.”
Zechs clenched his teeth as he was enveloped in tight heat. He paused when he was completely seated, gasping as he tried not to cum. Never before had he felt such pleasure. He leaned down and nibbled at Heero's ear.
“You feel so good.”
Heero took shaky breaths as his body trembled. He kept his eyes tightly clenched, but his arms wrapped over Zechs' shoulders. “Damn it... Move.”
“I don't want to hurt you.”
He shook his head and tightened his muscles, pulling a heavy moan from the blond. Zechs pulled out and pushed back in slowly. Heero rocked against him and he grabbed the Asian's hips to hold him still. He raised up enough so he could look into his lover's face as he moved. Sapphire eyes refused to open, but Heero's body was responding.
“You like me inside you?”
He shook his head but it was an obvious lie to both of them. “Faster.”
“No.”
A whimper escaped Heero before he could stop it and his back arched as Zechs hit his prostate. The blond moved one hand from his hip to grip his erection again and he moaned, losing himself to the other's ministrations. He tangled his hands in the blond's hair and pulled him down for a searing kiss.
Zechs pulled his lips from Heero's, not wanting to silence the gasps and moans that he felt distinct honor in pulling from the other man. Heero held him close, their chests rubbing together as Zechs rocked into him. Heero laid his chin to Zechs' shoulder.
“I c-can't...”
The tight heat around Zechs spasmed and the length in his hand hardened, spurting the first of Heero's release onto his hand and Heero's stomach. A keening cry left Heero's lips and his arms and legs tightened around Zechs as he rode out his orgasm. The blond couldn't hold off any longer and filled Heero with his cum, pulling another whimper from him.
He relaxed on top of Heero as they both gasped for breath. Heero's arms and legs loosened and fell to the mattress. Slowly, Zechs pulled out and raised up to his elbows, looking down into his lover's flushed face.
“Are you all right?”
He grit his teeth and looked up to Zechs. He shoved the blond away and grabbed for his jeans. He pulled them on and sat at the desk. The blond sighed and pulled his pants up as Heero snorted the lines of meth he'd laid out earlier.
“Did that mean nothing to you?”
“Zechs-”
“No, I can't do this anymore.”
******
Duo paused before knocking when they heard Zechs' voice.
“Just listen to me!”
Heero huffed. “I am.”
Whatever Zechs said was too quiet for them to hear in the hall, but Heero's explosive answer was easily heard.
“I already told you I wouldn't change for you!”
“You're killing yourself! And that crap is changing you. You're not the same as you were when I met you. Is this still about Solo?”
They heard a punch and someone crumble and Duo shoved into the room. Zechs was on the floor, staring up at Heero and not bothering to wipe at the blood dripping down his chin from his split lip. Heero stared down at him, chest heaving. His eyes slowly widened and clenched fists relaxed. Zechs could have easily dodged the punch, but he hadn't. Heero sank to the floor at the foot of the bed.
Zechs moved to him, cupping his face in both hands. “See? You're a good person. You'd never have hit a friend or lover normally. Would you?” Heero shook his head slowly. “Stop now... before there's nothing left of you.”
He clenched his teeth. “I don't need you.”
“Yes you do,” he whispered. “Solo is gone. You don't have to let go of his memory, but you can't let his death hang over you.” His brows drew together. “I'm here, Heero,” he shook his head, “but I can't just stand by and watch you fall farther and father.”
Sapphire gazed into pale blue eyes as all in the room held their breath. “You'll... if I don't...”
“You'll lose a lot more than me,” he said quietly.
He dropped his eyes to the floor. “Please, Zechs, don't do this.”
“You don't need them.”
He squeezed his eyes shut. “Yes I do.”
Zechs shook his head. “Heero, you're failing out of school. You're shoving your friends away. You've given up all hope of love. Damn it, you're young. You have a full life ahead of you. It doesn't have to end here.”
He pressed his lips to Heero's and kissed him with all the passion he had inside. He felt wet drops fall to his fingers that still cupped Heero's face and pulled his lips free. Streams fell from the Asian's closed eyes. “Heero?”
He shook his head. “I... I don't like this.” He dropped his forehead to Zechs' chest. “I don't want this.”
Zechs laid his chin on the top of Heero's head. “You will. Heero, stop using.”
His chest ached from the internal war. He didn't want to lose Zechs. He didn't want to lose his friends, and he knew Duo was nearing his breaking point in dealing with him. But, he didn't want to lose the escape, either. He moved his arms to wrap them around the blond.
“I need time.”
“No,” Zechs objected. “Chose now. Us or the drugs.”
A whimper left his throat and he gasped for breath. “Damn it... I don't... I can't do this.”
“You can,” Duo said quietly.
Zechs looked to them for the first time since they'd entered. “That's right. You have more support than you realize.”
Heero clenched his hands in Zechs' shirt. “I... I need...” He pulled the blond closer. “Someone else has to throw it out... I can't.”
Zechs pulled away slightly and hooked a finger under Heero's chin to lift it. “You'll quit?”
He took a breath and looked up to Zechs. Tears spilled down his face and there was panic in his eyes, but he nodded. An audible sigh of relief left the others and Zechs pulled Heero up to the bed and held him while Duo cleaned out the closet, taking the drugs to the bathroom to be flushed.
Heero clung to Zechs like a child, shaking at the prospect that once the drugs wore off there would be no more. He was terrified. Zechs' arms tightened around him. “It'll be okay.”
Heero pushed away and stared at the blond for a long moment before licking his lips. “I need a smoke.”
He pushed away and pulled his tank top on before grabbing his cigarettes. He couldn't meet the others' eyes as he brushed passed them and headed outside. They followed him to the wall and Zechs and Duo sat on either side of him as he tried to lite a cigarette. He was visibly shaking and Duo finally took the cigarette and lit it for him. He dropped his forehead to his palm.
“Everything's going to be okay, Heero,” Duo said softly.
He swallowed and leaned into Zechs' side. “You wouldn't be saying that if you were in my shoes.”
“No, I guess I wouldn't.” He rubbed Heero's shoulder. “After you get done, why don't we go up to my room and have a movie marathon?”
Heero nodded and gave in to whatever the others directed him to do. Several hours later, as they were just beginning the third movie, every muscle in his body began to cramp. He pulled his knees to his chest, biting his lip.
“Heero?”
“'m all right.”
Zechs sat up slightly. “You're shaking.”
Duo paused the DVD and pushed from the floor. “It takes time for the detox to start.”
Heero looked up to him, sweat breaking out on his forehead. “I'm gonna be sick.”
He grabbed a trash can and Zechs helped Heero lean over as he vomited.
“Should we take him to the hospital?” Zechs asked.
“No,” Heero said weakly.
Quatre chewed his lip. “I'll call Iria and see what she says.”
Duo nodded and grabbed a wash cloth as his lover pulled out his cell. Heero turned over and curled into Zechs' arms. The pain and fatigue rapidly pulled him from lucidity and all he could do was seek out the warmth the other body offered. He felt himself being lifted and whimpered.
“You'll be more comfortable in your own room,” Zechs said quietly.
He forced his eyes open and looked up to Zechs. “It hurts.”
He swallowed. “I know, but it'll get better.” He laid Heero on his bed and stripped off his jeans and tank top. Duo handed him some cotton shorts and a T-shirt, and, between the two of them, they managed to get him dressed again.
It was only a matter of hours before the clothes and sheets were soaked and Heero was near incoherent. He rolled to his side, seeking Zechs unconsciously. He whimpered as the blankets were stripped from him, curling further into himself as the cold air hit his sweat soaked body.
Zechs swallowed and brushed his bangs from his forehead. “Heero?”
Sapphire eyes slit open and cut slowly to the blond. “Huh?”
“We need to change the sheets and get you cleaned up. Do you think you can get up?”
He groaned and put his hands to the mattress, pushing up slowly on trembling arms. By the time he was sitting up, he was panting for breath. He fell into Zechs' chest.
“Shit... I can't... do this.”
“Yes you can. Move your feet to the side of the bed.”
It took him a full five minutes to accomplish it and he was gasping. Duo shook his head and moved to Heero's other side. Together they got him to his feet and all but carried him to the showers. Quatre and Wufei stripped and remade the bed while Trowa pulled out fresh clothes for Heero and took them to the bathroom.
“Is he going to be okay?”
Quatre looked to the Chinese man and offered a weak smile. “I hope so.”
“Do people die from withdrawals?”
He shook his head. “I don't know. I haven't been around any users except for Heero and this is the first time I've seen him detox.” He squeezed Wufei's shoulder. “Don't worry. We'll do all we can to help him.”
******
Duo washed Heero's hair while Zechs scrubbed a cloth over his body. He was like a rag doll, unable to hold himself up or help in any way. Zechs looked up into Duo's equally worried eyes. “Are you sure we shouldn't take him to the hospital?”
“Iria said we should.”
“No,” Heero muttered. “I'll be fine.”
Zechs looked up into his pain-filled eyes. “Tylenol doesn't seem to be helping. Heero-”
His brows drew together. “Please. If the school finds out... I'll kicked out.”
Duo pursed his lips and tilted Heero's head back to rinse the shampoo from his hair. “All right, but if you appear to be in any danger, we're taking you in. Okay?”
“'Kay.” He was exhausted but he couldn't sleep. He didn't really feel awake, either. He felt like he was in a nightmare he couldn't wake from and nothing seemed to make sense. The only surety he had was the gentle hands cleaning his body.
“Zechs,” he licked his lips, “I'm...”
He cupped Heero's face and forced glazed eyes to meet his own. “What is it?”
“I'm... scared.” Tears slid slowly down his cheeks.
Zechs brows drew together and he kissed Heero softly. “It's all right. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.”
He nodded and fell silent as they finished cleaning him up. Duo held him up while Zechs dried him off and they redressed him and got him back in bed. Zechs climbed in next to him and Heero curled to his chest, seeking warmth as cold chills continued to wrack his body along with the cramps.
Wufei stared at Heero, chest clenching at the weak whimpers and violent shaking. He knew the man was taking a step in the right direction, but it hurt to see the normally cocky and arrogant man looking so weak and frail.
“If there's nothing else we can do, I think we're going to go to bed.”
Duo nodded. “It's a waiting game at this point.”
Trowa gripped Wufei's arm and gently pulled him out into the hall, guiding him up the stairs and to Trowa's room. He sat on his bed and held Wufei to his chest. “How long will he be like that?”
“Iria said the worst of it would pass in a week, but it'll take months before he's really back on his feet.”
Wufei sighed. “Of all the things I've learned since I've been here, this is one I hate.”
Trowa's arms tightened. “Me, too.”
TBC....
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