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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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Wufei took slow, deep breaths and tried to remain as relaxed as possible. He knew if one flash of pain flickered across his face, Trowa would put an end to it. The fact was, he was in some measure of pain, but it wasn't anywhere near bad enough to make him want to stop. No matter how many times he told Trowa that a little pain wasn't anything to worry about, Trowa was afraid he'd allow things to go too far.
“You're hurting.”
He cursed in several languages as Trowa stopped him from moving to the next form. “It's going to hurt no matter what I'm doing. If you want me better faster, stop interfering.”
He looked mildly hurt but backed away. “Whatever.”
Wufei sighed and moved to him. “Trowa, I appreciate the concern, but I'm not used to it. And I'm serious, if I don't move some, it'll take forever for my ribs to heal.”
“I know. It's just that it's difficult to see you in pain.”
He snorted. “It's difficult to be in pain, but I'm used to it.”
He shook his head. “You shouldn't be.”
“That's beside the point. I know what I'm doing. Okay?”
“All right. Do whatever you need to.” His cell rang and he dug it out of his pocket, frowning when he didn't recognize the number. “Hello?”
“Trowa Barton?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“Chang Shan.”
“How did you get this number?”
“There's nothing you can't get without a little effort.”
Emerald eyes narrowed. “What do you want?”
“My heir acting as he should.”
He grunted. “As he should or as you deem necessary?”
Wufei frowned as he listened to Trowa's side of the conversation.
“It's one in the same. How much will it take?”
“Excuse me?”
“I'll pay you at least a million to stop corrupting him. I would rather a bloodline heir take over my empire.”
He ground his teeth. “You may be able to put a price on your son, but I can't. Money means nothing to me. I won't let him go back to an abusive asshole like you. So fuck off and don't call me again.”
Obsidian eyes widened and Trowa tightened his hold slightly on the smaller man.
“You'll regret this.”
He snorted. “I've regretted many things in life. Trust me, loving Wufei will never be among them.”
“You're making a big mistake, young man. In two years... less than two years, he'll return home and marry.”
He shook his head sadly. “It's sad to know that I know him better than his own father. He won't return to you. Not like this, anyway. You've hurt him too deeply.”
Shan growled low in his throat. “He was obedient until he met you.”
“He was brainwashed. He wants so badly for you to love him as he is. Why can't you?”
“Love is a feminine trait that holds no concept in the real world.”
“Your world is far removed from mine. Family and friends were torn from me, so I learned to accept those who accepted me. You should do the same.”
He hung up and dropped the phone back in his pocket. “How much did he offer?” Wufei asked quietly.
“A million.”
He snorted. “He wouldn't even feel the loss of a million.”
Trowa started. “What?”
“He's worth billions. A million to him is like a dollar to normal people.” He sighed and laid his cheek to Trowa's chest, closing his eyes. “I can't stand that man.”
Trowa found it profoundly sad that Wufei's father treated him as he did. Trowa's parents had been loving and attentive. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to grow up despising the people who raised him.
“I'm sorry.”
Wufei shrugged and pulled away slightly. “I need a shower.”
Trowa smirked. “Was that an invitation this time?”
He returned the smirk and sauntered off. Trowa shook his head. “I've created a monster.” He followed Wufei up to the fifth floor and, as the Chinese man went straight for the showers, he stepped into Wufei's bedroom and grabbed two towels from the closet. He winked at Otto who rolled his eyes. He thought he heard a muffled 'nymphos' as he stepped out the door, but didn't comment on it. Steam was pouring from one of the stalls and he stripped his clothes and stepped inside, pressing his chest to Wufei's back.
“You sure you're feeling well enough for this?”
“I'm tired of hand jobs.”
Trowa snorted a laugh as he ran his hands down Wufei's chest. “I can't believe you just said 'hand jobs'.”
Wufei turned and pressed his lips to Trowa's eagerly. They stood under the warm spray for several minutes, hands roaming over each others body as they swapped somewhat sloppy kisses. He allowed himself to be pushed back to the wall and tilted his head to the side as Trowa's lips trailed down his jaw and neck.
He shivered, groaning softly when Trowa cupped his length in his palm. He gripped his shoulders tightly as a tingle grew in the pit of his stomach and rocked against Trowa's hand.
“Don't do that, you'll hurt yourself.”
“Then stop teasing me.”
Trowa chuckled softly and turned Wufei to face the wall. He slid a finger in while holding his lover's hips still so he couldn't speed the process or injure himself.
Wufei caught his lip between his teeth to keep the noise to a minimum as Trowa added a second and third finger. Add to that the water tickling his skin as it slid between their bodies, and Wufei was about to come undone.
“I'm ready, Trowa.”
He pulled his fingers out and guided the head in before putting both hands to his hips and pressing in slowly. He brushed Wufei's hair to the side and leaned down to kiss his neck as he began a slow rhythm.
“I'm not going to break, damn it.”
Trowa shook his head but sped up, suckling at a sensitive spot beneath Wufei's ear. His lover's head fell back to his shoulder and one hand left the wall to grip his hard length and tug in time with Trowa's thrusts. Pleasure coiled tighter in Wufei's stomach until his legs shook and he wasn't sure he'd remain standing.
Trowa moved a hand to wrap his arm about his waist and held him tightly as Wufei fell to his orgasm, release washed away quickly by the spray of the shower. The muscles clenching around Trowa were enough to tip Trowa over the edge and he groaned softly, biting gently at Wufei's shoulder.
The Chinese man sighed softly. “Why do you feel the need to leave hickies all the time?”
He shrugged and pulled out. “I don't plan it. You're just edible, I guess.”
Wufei looked up to him, a fine black brow quirked. “And you're full of it.”
******
“That room is occupied,” Treize informed the RA who was looking to place a transfer student the next semester.
He looked up. “I'm not sure that it's any of your business, but Zechs is moving out.”
“He's quitting?”
“No, moving in with his boyfriend. Now, if you don't mind, this is a private discussion.”
Treize left the office building, clenching his fists. He had been sure Zechs would come crawling back to him. But no, that damn Yuy kid had somehow gotten his clutches into him. He returned to his office and pulled out the final exams. Zechs had only missed one, but there were ways around that. If the boy honestly thought he could seriously get away from him without repercussion, he had another thing coming.
******
Heero's eyes narrowed as he saw Zechs storm out of Treize's office. The blond was so angry, he didn't realize Heero was standing there until he almost ran over him.
“What happened?”
Zechs clenched his jaw. “Supposedly, I failed the test.” He pulled it out and Heero frowned as he looked over it. Zechs knew the information, he'd quizzed him on it for hours. Zechs pointed at it. “That is not the test I turned in. He forged it.”
Heero looked down the hall to see the professor glaring at him. “Come on.” He lead the blond out of the class building to the cafeteria.
Too pissed to eat, Zechs went straight to the table and plopped down. Duo frowned. “What's wrong?”
He slid the test across the table and Duo picked it up. Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei leaned over his shoulders. Wufei grunted.
“Does he think you're stupid?”
“No. He thinks if he makes my life miserable enough I'll go back to him and beg for forgiveness.”
“He's the one who dropped you,” Quatre said. “I don't get it.”
He snorted. “Hell if I know. Maybe Ricky and Shane aren't enough for him.”
Duo's eyes narrowed. “How old are they?”
“Ricky's 17 and Shane's 14.” He raised his eyes to Duo as the brunette smirked slowly.
“You wouldn't happen to know when he goes to them, would you?”
“Shane lives with him and Treize doesn't sleep without sex.”
“Why does he live with him?”
“To get into a better school district. His mother lives in a bad part of town and can't afford to move. Treize offered to take him in and then demanded his body in payment for a better education.”
Duo's face darkened. “The more I hear about Treize, the sicker I feel.”
Heero sat next to Zechs. “I hear you.” He looked to his lover. “It has to stop.”
A fine blond brow raised. “And what am I supposed to do about it?”
“Call the police.”
He pursed his lips. “And make it public knowledge that I've been a whore for the last six years?” he hissed through his teeth.
Heero shook his head and gripped Zechs' knee under the table. “You aren't a whore, you were abused. And so are Shane and Ricky. Are you going to let them keep going like they are? It isn't fair to them and you can do something about it.”
They stared at each other for a long moment before Zechs dropped his eyes to the table. “I don't know the number,” he muttered lamely.
Duo hopped up from the table and grabbed the phone book that sat next to the pay phone. He returned and dropped it in front of the blond. Zechs bit his lip, staring at it for a long moment before sighing and flipping it open. He dialed the number and closed his eyes.
“Yes, I need to report two cases of... statutory rape... Treize Kushrenada....” He chewed his lip. “I know because he was my legal guardian. He's a professor at Martin. Yes, all right. Zechs Merquise.” He hung up and dropped his head to the table. He wasn't sure if there'd be a way to keep himself out of it, but he'd do all he could to try and prevent his own story from coming out into the open.
Heero rubbed his back. “You did the right thing.”
Not long afterwards, the campus was buzzing as the police showed and Zechs was pulled to the dean's office. He sat with his elbow on the armrest, forehead in his palm as the dean leaned against her desk and gazed down at him.
“This detective says you called and claimed that two boys were molested by Treize.”
He met her eyes steadily, despising the disbelief in her voice. “Yes.”
“Why would you do such a thing?”
The detective glared at her. “This is my investigation, ma'am. Either be quiet or leave the room.”
Zechs smirked and she scowled, moving away so the detective could stand in front of him. He held out his hand. “I'm Rich.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “I'm poor, but my boyfriend's loaded.”
Rich laughed softly. “Been together long?”
“Only a few months.”
The dean snorted. “And since you started hanging out with those delinquents your grades have dropped.”
His eyes narrowed. “Funny how they only dropped in Treize's class, don't you think?”
Rich cleared his throat. “Leave the room, Ms. Harper.”
She pursed her lips and left, glaring at Zechs. Rich sighed. “Tell me what's going on.”
“I already told the woman on the phone. Treize is screwing two underage kids.”
Rich appraised him for a moment. “When did he start molesting you?”
He raised his chin. “Two other boys, Ricky and-”
“We're not talking about them right now. We're talking about you.”
He shook his head. “I never said-”
“You didn't have to, Zechs.”
He stared at him for a long moment. “I...” He dropped his eyes to the floor. “He became my legal guardian when I was seven, but he didn't touch me until I was thirteen. He said... I was a man and that it was time I start paying my debts.”
Rich grabbed a chair and slit it over. “I know this is difficult, but I need a little more than that.”
He closed his eyes. “The first time, he came into my room in the middle of the night and said I was... turning into as beautiful a man as he thought I'd be.” He raised a shoulder. “It hurt that night... a lot. But, he told me it would get better with practice. He charmed me. He made me feel important and talked to me like an adult.”
He shook his head. “I thought he loved me and did my best to be as good as he wanted me to be.”
“When did you realize he didn't love you?”
“When he brought Ricky home three years ago. I didn't say anything because I didn't want him to get mad at me, but I was angry because I only wanted him to look at me.”
He clenched his teeth. “I was just a fucking kid, I didn't realize what I was giving up.”
Rich sighed softly. “It wasn't your fault, Zechs. He manipulated and used you. When did it stop?”
“I met Heero and he wouldn't leave me alone until I gave into him. Treize found out and pulled my funding for school.”
Rich shook his head. Dealing with rapists was always difficult, but he really hated dealing with manipulators, especially of children. “Did you try to stop it before?”
He nodded. “Yeah, but he said he wouldn't pay for school if I stopped coming to him.” He felt nausea roll over his stomach. It was one thing to talk to your closest friends about the fact you were practically a whore, but to admit it to a cop who would have to put it in a report that would no doubt hit the news broadcasts was an entirely different thing.
He pushed to his feet and ran from the office. He ignored the crowd that had gathered and shoved out the door to the outside, gasping in lungfuls of air. His friends exchanged worried glances and went out after him. Heero rubbed his back as the blond fought to keep his stomach from turning inside out.
“What happened?”
He held out his hand. “Give me a cigarette.”
Heero frowned. “You don't smoke.”
“Not normally. Please, Heero.”
He pulled one out and lit it before handing it over. He moved to a bench and sat heavily, leaning his elbows on his knees and raking one hand back through his hair. “He figured out that I'm a whore.”
Heero swore, if he got the chance, he'd rip Treize's dick off and shove it up his ass. He knelt in front of the blond and tilted his chin up to meet his eyes. “Are Ricky and Shane whores?”
“Of course not!”
“Then why are you?”
He opened his mouth to answer and paused. “Because... because I let it go on after I was out of the house.”
Heero shook his head. “Because he threatened to take away your school. You are not a whore. You're a victim of longterm sexual abuse.”
He sneered. “I'm not a victim.”
Heero cupped his cheek. “Yeah, Zechs, you are. That doesn't mean you're weak. The fact you're not completely screwed up is a testament to that.”
******
Rich glared at the dean. “Where is Kushrenada now?”
“Surely u don't believe-”
“Yes, I do. If that kid is acting, he deserves a friggin' Oscar. Now tell me where he is.”
“He's already left for the day.”
“Then you better get me his address.”
******
He grunted and clenched the sheets in his fists. “That hurts.”
He gripped his hands tighter on the slim hips and thrust in all the way. “Shut up. I didn't have the best day.”
He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt something tear. Treize had never been this rough before. Dispassionate and selfish, but he'd never hurt him. He shook, burying his face in the pillow as he felt blood dribble down his thighs.
“Stop, Treize. You're hurting me.”
Treize wasn't listening. He was too busy fuming. Zechs had outright refused to come back to him. He had been sure at the prospect of failing the class the blond would reconsider his position.
Shane screamed into the pillow, body shaking violently. “Damn it, Treize... Please stop!”
The door burst open and Treize froze, eyes widening as police came into the room.
“Get off him now, Kushrenada.”
Shane sobbed and collapsed to the bed. A hand touched his shoulder and he jerked away, groaning as it sent a wave of pain through him.
“It's all right, son. He won't touch you again.”
He looked up into gentle brown eyes and bit his lip. “He's never been that rough before.”
Rich's heart broke and he brushed the boy's hair from his forehead. “It's going to be all right.”
******
Zechs left the police station, head ducked and surrounded by his friends as reporters shouted questions at him. They'd left Ricky and Shane alone, presumably because they were still under age. Heero's hand tightened encouragingly on his arm.
“Just ignore them.”
“It's going to be all over the news,” he whispered.
“Don't think about that right now.”
“Why don't we go to my apartment,” Quatre offered.
Heero nodded and let Zechs climb into the SUV before him, slamming the door and almost taking a reporters hand off. He glared at the man as Trowa pulled away.
“Stupid hounds,” Duo growled. “You'd think they'd have a little more tact than that. It isn't like Zechs is some corrupt politician. He's the victim here.”
“Would everyone stop saying that!” He sighed and hunkered down in the seat. “Sorry.”
Heero took a slow breath. “Stop apologizing. Nothing is your fault.”
“What happened to Shane-”
“Was Treize's doing,” Quatre cut him off. “Not yours. Just because Treize was pissed didn't mean he had the right to hurt Shane.”
Zechs shook his head and looked out the window. He couldn't change anything that happened, but that didn't stop the guilt he felt. He silently climbed out of the SUV when they reached Quatre's apartment building. His mind was running in so many different directions that he couldn't latch on to any particular thought.
He sat in the recliner and pulled his knees to his chest, wanting nothing more than to be left alone. Duo flipped on the TV and pale blue eyes flew wide as he saw footage of him leaving the station.
“Sources say that Kushrenada has allegedly been molesting his ward for six years.” Zechs picture flashed on the screen.
He closed his eyes. “Turn it off.”
Duo flipped the channels up to cable and left it on a safe sitcom. Zechs' cell rang and he pulled it out with a sigh. “Hello?”
“How are you holding up?”
“I'm here.”
“I understand.”
He snorted. “That right?”
Rich sighed. “Why do you think I'm an SVU detective?”
“I don't know.”
“I was gang raped when I was sixteen by seven older teenagers. They had me for little over a week before police showed up after a tip off from a neighbor.”
Zechs stared straight ahead, wide eyes staring blankly. “Shit. How did you get through that?”
“Support from my friends and family and a lot of counseling. It may not seem like it now, but you'll be all right, Zechs.”
He dropped his chin to his knee and closed his eyes. “What is Treize saying?”
“He has no choice but to plead guilty with Shane, but he says he never touched you or Ricky. And to make it worse, Ricky won't confirm anything.”
He nodded. “I wouldn't expect anything different. Ricky is still in the enchanted stage. He's bragged about it at school.”
“How do you know that?”
“My sister told me.”
“How do I get in touch with her?”
“They're in Italy right now.” And he had been very happy about that fact. The last thing he wanted was to see the disappointment on her parents faces.
“When are they due back? Please, Zechs, this is important.”
He sighed. “Next week. Friday.”
“What's their number?”
Zechs told him and leaned his head back. “We were planning on going to the mountains in two days for a few weeks. Is that going to be a problem?”
“You might not be able to stay gone the entire time. I'll call you when you're needed to testify before the grand jury.”
“Thanks,” he said, feeling a little sick.
“No problem.”
Zechs hung up and stared at his phone. Testify? Wasn't it bad enough it was all over the news? Now he had to get up on a stand and tell more people what happened? He clenched his fist tightly and, in a sudden burst of anger, threw the phone across the room. It smashed into the wall and shattered. He pushed to his feet and stormed into the kitchen, snatching the bottle of vodka from the fridge. He took a long pull.
“That's how it starts, Zechs.”
“What?”
“Addiction.” The blond stared at him silently. “You just want to erase the panic and horror,” he said quietly as he took the lid from Zechs' left hand. “But it'll still be there in the morning when the buzz wears off.” He took the bottle. “Next thing you know, you're not just doing it to forget, you need the fix.” He screwed the cap back on. “Now isn't the time to drink.”
Zechs leaned against the counter while Heero returned the liquor to the freezer. He turned and wrapped his arms around the blond from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.
“What was said on the phone that made you so mad?”
“I have to testify in front of a grand jury.”
Heero nodded. “I know it'll be difficult, but-”
“Difficult? How would you like to stand in front of a bunch of people and tell them you spread your legs for a man fifteen years your senior to pay for room and board?”
Heero's hold tightened. “I never said you had to like it, but it has to be done.” He sighed. “I know what it's like to do something that scares the hell out of you. But... Zechs, you're stronger than I am. I know you can do this.”
Zechs pulled away from him. “I think you have too much faith in me.”
Heero shook his head, frustration and worry growing. “Damn it, Zechs, why can't... y-you juss...” His lids fluttered slightly as his words slurred. He leaned into the fridge, knocking an empty can of coffee off the top that Quatre used to put change in. It crashed to the counter but Zechs ignored it as he gripped Heero's shoulders.
The blond held him as he slid to the floor, rocking slowly. The others ran in and Duo's eyes widened. “What the hell? Did he take something?”
“No, it's a flashback.”
Duo knelt down and studied his friend's dazed face. “I didn't know he'd been having them.”
“It's only the second one.”
Heero leaned over to Zechs chest, staring at a spot on the wall with a small smile as if it was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. Duo pursed his lips. “How long do they last?”
He shook his head. “The last one was about ten minutes. I looked it up online and it said they can last anywhere from a few seconds to hours.” He pursed his lips. “They can just come on at random, or be triggered by certain things, a few of which are emotional stress and fatigue. I think I brought this one on.”
Duo took a breath. “None of this is your fault, Zechs. The sooner you get that through your head, the easier this will be.”
Zechs tightened his hold on Heero as the Japanese man rocked slowly back and forth, eyes twitching as they saw things that weren't there. His smile dropped and he shook his head, rocking more furiously and his breath picked up to a panicked pace.
“No, no, no.” He continued the mantra, trying to burrow further into Zechs' arms.
The blond closed his eyes and pressed his lips to Heero's ear. “It isn't real,” he said softly. “There's nothing there. It's just us. It isn't real.”
Duo sat back, shaking his head as he watched Heero relive a bad trip. Sapphire eyes squeezed shut and he clung to the arms around him as if they were the only thing that could save him. His breath caught in his throat and then evened out slowly before he slit his eyes open.
“Zechs?” he whispered.
“I'm here. This one didn't last that long.”
“I hate this.”
“I know, but it'll pass.”
Heero closed his eyes and relaxed against the blond's chest. “And so will the trial. I guess we'll just have to get through them together.”
Zechs ran his fingers through chocolate locks. “Yeah.”
TBC...
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