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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 rolled over, still half asleep, and grabbed his ringing phone. He mumbled something that faintly resembled 'hello'.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?”
He sat up quickly. “I'm thinking I want to be free from you.” He tried for a confident tone, but it sounded weak even to his own ears.
“You will come home and fulfill your obligation to the family. I am well past tired of this little game. Drop the restraining order or you will seriously regret it.”
Wufei clenched his hand in the sheets. “What more could you take from me?” he asked in a strained whisper.
“That bastard you're engaged with.”
Obsidian eyes dropped to his lover who was dead asleep beside him. “He won't leave me, no matter how much you try to pay him.”
“I'm not offering him any more money, but given the choice of his dream or you, which do you think he'd take?”
Wufei paled. “You can't take his dream away.”
“It's as simple as a phone call and planted evidence.”
“You wouldn't.”
“Fei?” Trowa whispered sleepily as he looked up to his shaking lover.
He looked back to Trowa as his father continued. “You will return home and be properly disciplined-” Whatever else he was going to say was lost as Trowa snatched the phone from his hand.
“This better not be who I think it is.”
“You vile, bastard. Get out of my son's bed!”
“Actually, he's in mine.” He flipped the phone closed and looked to Wufei's shocked face. “Wufei?”
“If I don't go back, he said he'd frame you to get you in trouble.”
Trowa cupped his palm to Wufei's cheek. “It won't happen. We'll tell Rich in the morning.”
“Properly disciplined,” Wufei whispered, as if he hadn't heard a word Trowa was saying. “I don't want to go back.”
“Wufei!” He shook his panicking lover's shoulders and obsidian eyes finally met his own. It was unnerving to see Wufei losing it like this. He'd shown small hints of fear in the past, but never this outright panic. It was the first time he was really showing the signs of being a victim of domestic violence.
“He will never lay a hand on you again. Got it?”
He gripped Trowa's wrists. “He knows where your room is, Trowa, and he knows we're here.”
“There's a patrol outside, Wufei.”
He shook his head. “I don't feel safe here, Trowa. Please, can't we go to Quatre's? Their apartments are a lot more secure than the dorms.”
“All right.” He grabbed the phone and quickly dialed. “Hey, sorry to wake you up.”
“Not a problem. What's up?”
“Wufei's dad just called and he knows what room we're in. Wufei's concerned that the dorms aren't safe enough. Is there any way-”
Quatre cursed. “Of course. Just make sure you call Rich and let him know, okay?”
“Thanks, Quatre.”
“Not a problem.”
Quatre hung up. “Get dressed.”
Duo looked up from his perch between Quatre's legs. “Why? We're just getting started.”
He rolled his eyes. “On the third round. Wufei's dad called him and he doesn't want to stay at the dorms. They're coming over.”
Duo rolled off of him and pulled some sweatpants on. “Wufei really should have pressed charges. That bastard deserves to go to jail.”
Quatre nodded. “I agree. Is there a statute of limitations on assault?”
“It wasn't assault. It was another attack in a long line of child abuse. And it's only been a few months. I'm pretty sure he could still press charges.” He pulled the blond to his chest. “And once they're settled, we're finishing what we started.”
Quatre kissed him softly. “Promise.” Twenty-five minutes later, any thought of sex completely evaporated. Wufei was huddled to Trowa, trembling and looking more like a child than a grown man.
Trowa sat him on the love seat. “Would you like something to drink?” He nodded without raising his eyes. “I'll be right back.”
Quatre sat next to him. “Duo, would you mind helping Trowa?”
The braided man followed him into the kitchen. “The call shook him up that bad?”
Trowa sighed as he pulled out a glass. “He was on pins and needles when we left. A near wreck sent him into a panic attack. He's been like that ever since.” He poured some juice in a glass and they returned to the living room.
Quatre had his arm around Wufei, talking to him softly, but it was anyone's guess as to whether or not he was listening. He took the offered glass, but merely held it to his chest.
Trowa knelt in from of him. “Wufei, please say something. You're scaring me.”
He blinked slowly and obsidian eyes met emerald. “I... I have no power,” he whispered. “I have no control... He owns me.”
Trowa shook his head. “Only if you let him.”
He closed his eyes. “I love you, Trowa, more than I've ever loved anything or anyone; but he's directed my path for almost twenty-two years. It's...” he took a breath, “ingrained in me to obey him... to fear him.” He opened his eyes and looked to Trowa.
“When I was sure he'd given up, I had hope, but now that I know he hasn't... No one wins against Chang Shan. No one.”
Trowa shook his head again. “We will,” he said emphatically. “Because I will never let you go.”
Wufei dropped his gaze to the floor. “You may not have that choice.”
He's brows drew together. “You... you aren't planning to go back to him, are you?”
“No. I don't want to go back. I don't want to leave you. I'm just... I'm afraid to get my hopes up that this could possibly end well.”
Trowa nodded. “I understand,” he whispered. “Come on. Let's get you to bed.”
******
Wufei stared out the window of Quatre's apartment. An unmarked cop car sat in the parking lot, but he knew the cop was at the only entrance to the floor, just in case. Rich had been sorely unhappy that Chang had contacted Wufei, but phone conversations hadn't been a stipulation of the restraining order so he couldn't really do anything. That had been rectified immediately.
Trowa rubbed his lover's upper arms. “He can't get you now.”
He snorted. “No one can guarantee that.”
“Would either of you like something to drink?” Quatre asked from the kitchen doorway. “Supper will be ready soon.”
“You don't have to-”
“You're our guests.”
Trowa pulled Wufei from the window to the kitchen. “No, we're friends imposing on your hospitality. Do you need any help with anything?”
“No, we're just waiting for the timer to go off for the chicken. And Duo is finishing up the macaroni and cheese.”
“Fuck!”
Quatre turned to the sink where Duo was emptying the macaroni noodles into the strainer. The pot had apparently slipped and boiling water had cascaded over his hand. The blond ripped the glove off and shoved the burned hand under the tap, turning on the cold water to high blast.
Trowa and Wufei watched, concern shifting to shock as they saw the scars on the palm.
“That was fuckin' stupid,” Duo ground out through his teeth.
“It was an accident. Hold it there.” Quatre moved to the cabinet and pulled out the first aid kit.
Duo glanced to the other couple and noticed where their focus laid. He cringed. “Yeah, not too pretty.”
“If you don't mind my asking; what happened?”
He stared down at his palm for a long moment. “Got involved with the wrong guy the semester after our freshman year.”
Emerald eyes narrowed. “What'd he do?”
Duo took a breath. “Tried to force me into S&M. I know I dress like I'd be that kinky, but I'm not into pain. Long story short, we got into a fight and he pushed me. I put my hands back to catch my fail and hit the glass coffee table.”
Quatre kissed his palm before spreading burn cream on it and taking up the story. “That was actually when we met. I was visiting Iria when he was brought in to the ER, begging the paramedics to fix his hands because he needed them to paint.”
Duo flushed. “I was in a lot of pain.”
Quatre nodded. “And bleeding like a stuck pig.”
He shrugged. “Couldn't really help that.”
Wufei tilted his head to the side. “So, what; did friendship turn to love or something like that?”
Quatre chuckled. “No. We only spoke for the time he was in the hospital. It wasn't until the next semester we hooked up, and it was nothing but straight up sex.”
(flashback)
“How are the hands?”
Duo looked up from his dinner with surprise. “Quatre? You didn't tell me you came here.”
The blond sat, propping his temple on his cheek on his fist. “We didn't really talk about me that much.” Cerulean eyes sparkled playfully. “I've been doing some research on you.”
A chestnut brow raised. “That right? And what have you discovered?”
“That, according to the rules of you and your friends, I shouldn't be sitting here without invitation. That you change lovers every semester and have done so since high school.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Have you found your semester fling?”
Duo appraised him. “Are you asking out of curiosity, or because you'd like to fill the position?”
Quatre smirked. “You are rather easy on the eyes.”
Duo leaned back in his chair. “It would be only for the semester. You look like the commitment type to me.”
He nodded. “Typically. I've been in two long-term relationships which lasted for years, but right now I just want to have some 'no strings attached' fun.” He leaned forward. “Give me one hour with free rein over your body and I guarantee you'll be more than pleased.”
His breath hitched at the blond's alluring tone. “What do you mean by free rein?”
“You'll have to come with me to find out,” he purred.
Duo was completely out of his element. No one had ever turned him on so quickly as the blond. “All right.”
He followed Quatre to his car and studied him as they drove to the blond's apartment. “How old are you?”
“Twenty, you?”
“Eighteen.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “You started college when you were seventeen?”
“Yeah, I did really well on a placement test when I got to the orphanage, so they pushed me up a grade.”
Quatre smiled. “So you're a nerd hidden under emo.”
“I'm not a nerd or emo.”
He took in all the black the younger teen wore. “Then what do you call it?”
“Goth.”
“Right,” he drew the word out as they parked.
Duo looked up at the high class building and choked. “You loaded?”
“No, my father is.” He led Duo up to his apartment. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Got any beer.”
“No, but I have some brandy, chardonnay, and wine.”
“Brandy.”
Quatre nodded and poured one glass of brandy and one glass of wine. He moved to the living room and sat on the sofa. Duo tilted his head to the side, taking a long pull from his drink. “Your hour's started.”
He sipped some wine. “I won't need the full sixty minutes.”
“You're awfully confident.”
He smirked his full lips. “Trust me, I have every reason to be.”
The sultry statement brought the barest hint of heat to Duo's face. He drained his drink and held up his empty glass. “Do you mind?”
Quatre shook his head. “Help yourself.”
Duo returned to the kitchen and poured another glass. He guzzled it and refilled it again. He couldn't figure out how the blond was getting to him so bad. Warmth appeared against his back and he shivered as lips grazed his ear.
“Everything all right?”
“Fine.”
Quatre ran his hands down Duo's arms and rubbed his thumbs over the glove-covered palms. Duo shuddered at the seemingly innocent touch. The blond sighed softly, warm breath washing over Duo's ear.
“How do you like your sex, Duo? Heavy and demanding?” He pressed the brunette to the counter, grinding his hardening length against the firm ass. “Hot and passionate?” He bit at Duo's neck, sucking in a section of the soft skin until it bruised.
A moan slipped from Duo before he could stop it. “I... I'm not-”
He was silenced as Quatre spun him around and claimed his lips. Duo gripped the blond's hips, tracing his tongue over the full bottom lip. Quatre allowed entrance as he slipped his hands into the braided man's back pockets, grinding their erections together. He turned and pushed Duo to his bedroom without breaking the kiss.
He pulled back and stripped the black T-shirt from the brunette, taking a moment to appreciate the ripped torso before winking and tipping him over onto the bed. Duo caught himself on his elbows, protest dying in his throat as Quatre unbuttoned his own shirt and let it fall to the floor. The body presented before him was flawless, ivory skin pulled taunt over lean muscles.
Quatre crawled onto the bed with an almost predatory gleam in his eyes and Duo swallowed. “Wait... I'm-”
Quatre cut him off with a hot kiss, drowning out his ability to form a coherent thought. Hands ran teasingly over his chest, tweaking his nipples until they were erect. He kept his hips mere millimeters from Duo's, only allowing their clothed erections to lightly graze on occasion.
Duo was rapidly losing control of the situation, and idly noted that he'd never really been in control. The teasing fingers slid down to his jeans and deftly unzipped and unbuttoned them. The lips left his and a second later, his pants were pulled down and his length was engulfed in that talented, hot mouth. He tangled his hands in blond locks, moans falling with every breath.
Quatre alternated between sucks, licks, and nibbles, giving proof that he was no novice when it came to oral sex.
No matter how far gone he was, Duo definitely noticed when a slick finger teased his entrance. “Quatre... wait, I'm not,” he cut off with a gasp at a particularly hard suck before the blond removed his lips from his erection.
“You agreed to give me free rein,” he whispered. “Trust me.”
“I've never bottomed.”
Quatre slid his finger in with a smirk. “I can tell.” He lapped at the tip of Duo's length, watching the brunette's face for any sign of discomfort.
Duo stared up at Quatre, hardly believing he was allowing this. A second finger entered and he raised his knees, spreading his legs further apart. He licked his lips. “Have you always been a top?”
The blond nodded. “I tried bottom a few times, but I really don't like it.” He added a third finger and Duo sucked in a breath. Quatre paused. “Are you okay?”
He squirmed slightly. “It's just a little... uncomfortable.” 'Not to mention it friggin' hurt', he added silently. But he had given his word, and he wasn't the type to go back on that.
A fine blond brow raised. “How does it feel now?” He brushed Duo's prostate and the braided man jerked, breath hitching.
“Oh, shit.”
“Have you ever been fingered before?”
“No.” He moaned as Quatre hit it again, pleasure coursing through him.
Quatre chuckled. “Regretting that now?”
A flush stole his face. “Too early to tell.”
He laughed softly and pulled his fingers free. He leaned over to grab the lube and paused, looking down at his soon to be lover. “Have you been with anyone since you were in the hospital?”
“No. Why?”
“Well, you went ahead and got STD tested. What were the results?”
“All clean.”
He ran his hand over Duo's stomach. “I'm clean... Do you mind bareback?”
Duo would ordinarily say no way in hell, unless he'd gone with the person to get tested. But something in the blond's eyes told him he could trust him. “All right.”
Quatre smiled beautifully and quickly lubed his length. He positioned himself at Duo's entrance and the brunette tensed. Was he seriously going to allow this?
Quatre leaned down and captured Duo's lips in a passionate kiss, effectively distracting him. Duo wrapped his left arm over Quatre's shoulders, tangling his hand in the hair at the nape of his neck.
When Duo fully relaxed, Quatre began pushing in slowly. Duo broke the kiss and pressed his head back on the pillow, trying to keep his breathing even.
Quatre had never been gripped so tightly, and he fought hard not to slam into the virgin hole. He ran his knuckles down Duo's cheek. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” he breathed.
The blond smiled and paused as his hips hit Duo's ass. “You're gorgeous, you know that?”
He grunted. “You gonna move any time soon?”
He laughed softly and pulled out an inch before pressing back in. He quickly built a demanding rhythm that had Duo writhing beneath him and crying out in pleasure. Quatre grit his teeth. “You're so tight.”
Duo groaned. “Of course I am.” He clenched his hands in the pillow beneath his head as the blond pounded into him. “Feels good,” he encouraged.
“Good?” Quatre pouted. “Try perfect.” He continued the almost brutal act, slamming into the brunette over and over. He felt heat coil in his nether regions and clamped his hand around Duo's hard erection.
Duo's back arched impossibly and he screamed his release as he was stimulated inside and out.
The tight heat clenching around him brought Quatre to his own orgasm. He threw his head back, releasing stream after stream of thick cum into his lover. Slowly calming, he collapsed on Duo.
After several minutes, he raised to his elbows. “Do I pass the test?”
“Mm,” Duo hummed. “Yeah.” Violet eyes pierced darkened blue. “But you can't tell anyone I bottomed. I've got a reputation to protect.”
The blond chuckled. “Of course.”
(End Flashback)
Duo studied the blond as they ate. “I wonder if that's true.”
“What?” Quatre asked.
“That it was straight up sex from the beginning. It was more like you cast some spell on me. You weren't the first who tried to top me, but for some reason, I couldn't tell you no.”
“Neither of us were ready to commit, though.”
He nodded. “Which made us perfect for each other from the beginning.”
Quatre smiled. “You know, I was about scared shit-less when I sat at that table.”
Duo grunted. “You hid it well.”
The phone rang and Quatre leaned back from the table to snatch the cordless off the counter. “Hello?”
“Put Wufei on the phone.”
His smile crumbled. “Who is this?”
“You know damn well who this is, let me talk to him.”
“I don't think so. What do you want?”
“The restraining order dropped. This is preposterous. He's my son!”
He ground his teeth. “If you wanted a relationship, you should have been a father, not a dictator.” He hung up, staring at the phone. “Damn it, now I have to change my number.”
Wufei stared at his plate, no longer hungry. “He knows I'm here.”
Duo rubbed his shoulder. “He can't get to you. You're safe, Fei, okay?”
He shook his head slowly. “I shouldn't be here. It puts all of you at risk. What if he-”
“Stop it,” Trowa ordered, hooking a finger under his lover's chin and lifting his face to meet his eyes. “You're right where you need to be. Stop worrying.”
He gazed silently at Trowa for a long moment, jumping when the doorbell rang. Quatre left the table with orders for Wufei to stay where he was, just in case. Duo went with him. Wufei was about ready to crawl out of his skin when Trowa pulled him into his arms.
“It's Heero and Zechs,” Duo called.
The relief was so great, Wufei sagged against Trowa, trembling softly. The taller man held him tightly, hating Wufei's father for doing this to him. Trowa's cell rang and, after checking the caller ID, he ignored the call.
“Was it him?” Wufei whispered.
“Yeah.” He ran his hand comfortingly down his lover's trembling back. “It's all right,” he soothed.
“I don't want to go back,” he whispered brokenly.
“You won't.”
“He's so mad... he'll kill me.”
He gripped Wufei's shoulders and lifted him so he could look him in the eyes. “Listen to me, you will not go back to him. He won't get you. Even if by some miracle he got past the police, he'd have to get through us before he could get to you. You're safe, Fei.”
He nodded slowly, although he still looked skeptical and moved back to cradle against Trowa's chest. The taller man shifted his arms and easily lifted his small lover, carrying him to the living room and sitting on the sofa. Heero and Zechs grimaced at the normally strong Chinese man's condition.
Trowa ran his fingers through Wufei's hair. “Talk to me. What are you thinking?”
He was silent for a long moment. “One of my earliest memories,” he began softly, “was when Mom took me to the park. She still had something of a mind of her own back then. We weren't allowed to go there, but she took me anyway when he was away on business.”
He closed his eyes. “She didn't realize he had people watching us... I'll never forget the beating she got that day. And he did it all calmly with a running lecture on why she was in the wrong.”
Trowa laid his chin on the top of Wufei's head. “Did he hurt you then?”
He nodded. “Yeah, and locked me in my room for three days.”
“How old were you?”
He cut his eyes to Heero. “Four.”
“How old were you the first time he put you in the hospital?” Quatre asked.
“Seven.” He frowned. “I'm not even sure what I did wrong that time. He came into the training room and dismissed my instructor. He sparred with me as if I was an adult. I didn't last two minutes.”
He cleared his throat. “But the worst time by far was when he almost killed me. I don't remember much except it took them a long time to stop the internal bleeding.”
“How'd he get away with all that shit?” Duo asked.
He raised a shoulder. “A lot of people were paid to look the other way, some were lied to.”
Another knock came to the door and Wufei tensed so quickly he was sure he'd strained several muscles. Quatre looked through the peephole. “Who are you?”
“I'm here to speak to Master Wufei.”
Onyx eyes widened and he jumped from Trowa's lap, bolting to the door and ripping it open. “Mason.”
The elderly man smiled and tipped his head. “You are looking well.”
“He'll kill you if he finds out you're here.”
“It's been many years since he fired me. He has no say where I go.” He chuckled softly. “May I come in?”
He stared at the man for a moment before shaking his head. “Of course. I'm sorry.” He backed away and let him in. “Guys, this is Mason, he was our butler for a while. Mason, that's Quatre and Duo, Zechs and Heero, and... this is Trowa.”
Mason appraised the young man as he moved to stand next to Wufei. “You have good taste, Master Wufei.”
“Please drop the 'master'. Why are you here?”
“I heard about what he's done and that you finally found someone who would listen. I'd love to testify.”
Wufei frowned. “Testify? I don't understand.”
“Why don't we have a seat?” Quatre offered. “Mason, can I get you something to drink?”
“No, thank you, though.” He sat on the edge of the sofa and gazed at Wufei. “A restraining order isn't the answer, Wufei. He'll just wait until everyone relaxes and then make his move.” He shook his head slowly. “I don't ever want to see you hurt again.”
Wufei pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “Mason, we can't pick the judge for a trial. It's too risky. If we got any of the others, I'd be forced to go back to him.”
Mason sighed. “There's an investigation going on right now, Wufei. A few cops have admitted to taking bribes. It's only a matter of time before the whole thing topples over on your father.” He leaned forward. “Wufei, you could bring down a lot of this city's corruption simply by charging your father with child abuse. You could save lives, particularly yours and your mother's.”
He looked to Trowa and his lover nodded. “Do it. If not for yourself, for everyone else who's suffered because of the corrupt government around here.”
He took a breath and closed his eyes. “I don't want to... but... I'll do it.” Tears stung his eyes for the first time in years and, when Trowa pulled him into his arms, they fell in torrents. It was weak. It was degrading. But he couldn't stop it. He clung to his lover, terrified and embarrassed. If this went badly, he stood to lose everything.
“Don't let me go,” he whispered to Trowa.
“Never.”
TBC...
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