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Crashed	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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I’m dedicating this chapter to Shirotora, who has made my return to the Gundam Wing Fandom a TRUE pleasure. ^_^ Thanks so much for your support!!!
Zechs sighed and turned the DVD player off, swiping his hands down his face. He glanced to the clock and pursed his lips. He'd really wanted to go to the party tonight, but thanks to damn Treize who'd forbid it, he'd spent the last few hours sitting in the silent dorms and watching movies that he'd seen a million times. He could have gone out. But there was only one place he was allowed to go, and he wasn't up to playing at the moment... Not that he ever really was.
A knock came to his door and he frowned. In the week he'd been at the college, he'd made sure to talk to as few people as possible. He couldn't imagine who would be knocking at his door near eleven o'clock at night. He opened it and pursed his lips.
“Are you crazy? What the hell are you doing here?”
Treize smirked. “Let me in, Zechs. You don't want someone to catch me here, do you?”
He sighed and stepped back, letting the professor in. He closed the door, locked it, and dropped his forehead to it. “We agreed to keep it off school property.”
“What about the library the other day?” He brushed blond hair over Zechs' shoulder and kissed his neck, pressing his chest to his back.
He looked over his shoulder. “You promised it would be the only time.”
Treize pulled him from the door and pushed him to the bed. “I know, but you didn't come to me tonight and I couldn't stop thinking about you. I had to see you.”
He caught himself on his hands as he was pushed down. “I'm not in the mood tonight.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “You're never in the mood anymore.”
He glared at the older man. “That's because I'm not an impressionable kid anymore. You took-”
He shoved his face to the mattress. “Who's paying for your education?”
Zechs closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. “You are,” he bit out.
“Do you want to graduate?”
He debated for a moment, trying to figure out if it was really worth it anymore. “Don't you feel the slightest bit guilty for fucking the person you’re supposed to be the guardian of?”
Treize shrugged. “Not really. Should I?”
“Yes, damn it! I'm your ward, not your toy.”
“You didn't mind in the beginning.”
“I was thirteen, you asshole.”
He yanked Zechs sweat pants down. “Enough talk.” He pulled out a tube and covered his fingers. He worked them into Zechs and the blond huffed, pulling a pillow to his chest.
It was all mechanical. No passion. No emotion. Treize never hurt him, but he never bothered to arouse him anymore, either. He simply took his pleasure and left the proof running down the blond's thighs. He rocked back against Treize as he entered him, hoping to get it over with as quickly as possible. He ignored the grunts of pleasure from the older man and stared blankly at the bed coverings beneath him.
How had his life turned out like this? Whore to the man who was supposed to protect him after his father died? It was degrading and embarrassing. Sure, when it had started, he had been in awe of Treize. But at the time he'd been a child who didn't understand that he wasn't a lover, just a fuck. That's all he'd ever been to him. Treize loved his looks and body, not him.
He closed his eyes as a low groan and flooding of warmth inside signaled Treize's orgasm. The older man released him and pulled out, cleaning himself off on the edge of the comforter. He patted Zechs' ass like he was some sort of pet and zipped his pants back up.
“As always, Zechs, it's been a pleasure.”
He snorted. “Just get out.”
He didn't move as the door shut. He wanted to run for the shower immediately, but, more than that, he wanted Treize out of the building before he stripped naked in a public restroom.
Another knock came to the door and he groaned. “Go away and leave me alone!”
“I can't do that.”
He jerked his head toward the now open door and scrambled to pull his pants up. “It's rude to enter someone's room without permission.”
Heero tilted his head to the side. “How long has this been going on?”
“That's none of your business. Now get out.”
He shut the door and leaned his back to it. “Just answer the question.”
He pursed his lips. “Six years.”
“Which means you were, what... fourteen when it started?”
He looked away. “Thirteen.”
“You do realize that counts as statutory rape.”
He shrugged. “Does it look like I care? I wanted it, he gave it to me. It's as simple as that.” At least, it had been in the beginning. Now it was a total lie.
Heero shook his head. “That's simple, huh? Then why aren't you happy?”
He clenched his jaw. “Leave me alone, Yuy.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because you interest me.”
He frowned. “If all you want is a fuck, go find someone else.”
He folded his arms over his chest. “Who said all I wanted was a fuck?”
He leaned his forearms on his knees. “I'm not ignorant of how I look, Yuy. I've had offers left and right since I hit puberty. When I was a kid, I thought it was great. I'm not a kid anymore and I'm tired of people looking at me like nothing more than a piece of ass.”
A crash in the stairwell pulled both of them out into the hall to investigate, argument momentarily forgotten as they heard muffled curses. They opened the door that led to the stairs and Heero raised an eyebrow as he saw Otto struggling to get a very drunk Wufei up the stairs, who'd apparently decided taking a nap on the steps was a better idea.
Heero knelt down and nudge the Chinese man's shoulder. “Hey.”
“What?” he dragged the word out in a whine.
He smirked. “Your bed would be much more comfortable.”
One onyx eye slit open. “It's soooooo far awaaay,” he slurred.
Heero chuckled softly and glanced over his shoulder to Zechs. “We'll talk later.”
The blond scowled and turned on his heel to return to his room. Heero smirked and easily lifted Wufei from the floor. The Chinese man groaned as the room spun around him at the sudden shift.
“Ugh... I'm gonna throw up.”
“Wait till we get to your floor,” Heero demanded and carried him up the stairs.
“Thanks, man,” Otto said.
“Not a problem.” As they reached the fifth floor, Heero ducked into the bathroom and sat Wufei on the floor by the toilet. “Puke.”
He leaned his head back on the stall wall. “Don't got to now.”
“Then make yourself. Trust me, you don't want to throw up in bed.”
He looked up to Heero and swayed slightly, his stomach turned and he pushed up to his knees to empty his stomach in the toilet. When there was nothing left to come up, he leaned into Heero's legs and closed his eyes, falling asleep.
Heero shook his head and lifted him again, carrying him to his room and laying him on his bed. He looked to Otto with a raised eyebrow. “He's gonna feel like hell in the morning.”
The other man grinned and flopped on his bed. “Would you like me to get you so you can witness his first hangover.”
He snorted. “Take it easy on him. He's as innocent as they come.”
“Sure thing.”
******
Duo sighed and dropped the roach in a trashcan on the street as Quatre paid the cabdriver. The desire to smoke it had whithered under his lover's disapproval. The blond smiled and threw an arm over his shoulder, pulling him close as they made their way up to his apartment.
“You'll thank me one of these days.”
“Sure,” he muttered.
Quatre laughed softly as he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, pulling Duo in after him. He pushed him to the closed door and plastered a kiss on him. Duo folded his arms around the blond's waist and gave over to the kiss, caressing the blond's tongue with his own as they warred for dominance. He knew he would give over, but the fight was always worth it.
Quatre ground his hips into Duo's and the brunette leaned his head back to the door to gasp; he took the opportunity to ravish the sensitive skin of his lover's neck. Duo slid his hands into Quatre's back pockets and pulled him closer. Full lips returned to his own and he tilted his head for better access into the recesses of his lover's mouth.
Quatre gripped his braid and slid his hand down to the tie and pulled it free, unraveling the mass until it fell in waves down Duo's back. The brunette shivered as gentle fingers tousled the sensitive hair at the nape of his neck.
“Bedroom. Now.”
He chuckled and pulled Duo from the door, stripping his clothes as they moved. By the time they reached the bed, both were naked. They tumbled onto it in a mass of entangle limbs, lips tightly connected and mouths swallowing gasps and moans as they slid against each other. They fought for the top position until Duo was straddling Quatre, hair cascading over them like a silken curtain.
The blond buried his hands in it as Duo lapped at his nipples and thrust their erections together in delicious friction.
“Duo, stop or I'll cum too soon.”
He hummed and ground harder. “But I'm so close.”
He gripped Duo's hips to still his movements. “I want to be inside you.”
Duo raised up and kissed him hard enough to cause Quatre's toes to curl. He pulled away and turned until his erection was hanging over the blond's lips. “You wanted inside, right?” He lapped the tip of his lover's erection, moaning slightly at the taste of the pre-cum on his tongue. “I don't want to wait for you to stretch me. Is this good enough?”
“Yeah.” Quatre pulled his hips down and bypassed the hard length to suckle on the heavy sac beneath it. Duo gripped the base of Quatre's length and ran his tongue in lazy circles over the head, dipping his tongue into the slit and flicking it several times before wrapping his lips around it.
Quatre teased the head of Duo's erection as he slid his tongue up the crevice of his ass. Duo shivered and raised up. “You know I don't like rimming.”
He squeezed his length. “Yes you do. You just get embarrassed.” He pulled his cheeks apart and massaged the puckered entrance with his tongue.
Duo moaned softly, cursing the blond's ability to turn him into a puddle of writhing goo. He returned to his ministrations on Quatre's length. He slid his lips down the hard erection, sucking in deeply and lightly grazing his teeth over the sensitive flesh.
Quatre groaned and delved his tongue into the hole as deeply as he could while slowly pumping Duo's erection. Both became lost in the steady strokes and fondling. The room filled with the sound of wet suction and muffled gasps and moans as they gave each other pleasure.
Duo rolled Quatre's sac in his palm while the other massaged his inner thigh. He relaxed his throat and took all of the impressive length into his throat, swallowing around it. Quatre's hand tightened on his length reflexively and his hips jerked as his orgasm sent it's first shot of cum to Quatre's chest. He pulled back slightly, allowing the blond to pound up into his willing mouth. He thrust back on the tongue inside him and then forward into the hand milking him and moaned low in his throat.
The vibration sent Quatre over the edge and his tongue slipped out of Duo. He pressed his head back into the pillow, hissing through his teeth as the brunette sucked him dry. Duo lapped him clean and fell to the side, body spent and sleep calling.
Quatre grabbed the pants on the floor by the bed and wiped the cum off his chest before pulling Duo up to his chest and folding his arms around him. He would have kissed him, but Duo made it clear the first time he rimmed him that there was no way he'd kiss him until he brushed his teeth. After several moments, Duo tried to sit up, but Quatre tightened his hold.
“Stay,” he whispered.
Duo stiffened for a moment. He raised up to his hands and stared down at the blond's hopeful face. He never stayed. Something about sleeping next to a partner seemed to make things too domestic for him, but that's what he wanted with the blond, wasn't it? It's what he'd asked for. He licked his lips and nodded slowly, snuggling back down to his chest.
******
Wufei groaned and pulled his blanket over his head as bright light flared over his closed eyelids. “Turn it off,” he mumbled.
“Can't turn off the sun.” Otto grinned and plopped himself on the edge of his roommates bed. “How ya feeling?”
Wufei ran over his ailments in his mind. Foul taste in his dry mouth. Check. Eyeballs about to pop out of his head. Check. Pulse pounding in his ears. Check. Stomach none too happy. Check.
“I'm dying,” he said on a moan.
Otto laughed. “No, you're hung over. What happened last night?”
He wracked him mind for the fuzzy details and groaned again. “Shit... I wish I was dying. I'm never drinking again.”
“What happened? You looked scared to death when you asked to leave.”
He lowered the blanket and glared at Otto as well as he could with the pounding in his head. “I wasn't scared.”
Otto snorted. “Sure, whatever you say.”
He pursed his lips. “Sorry I made you leave your girlfriend.”
He shrugged. “She isn't my girlfriend. I don't even know her name.”
He sat up slowly, holding his head. “Why am I not surprised?” He cut his eyes to the clock and flopped back down, instantly regretting it as it sent fresh pulses of pain through his eyes. “What the hell are you doing up at 7:30 on a Saturday?”
“Making sure to witness every moment of your first hangover.”
“Sadist,” he muttered, rolling over and pulling the pillow over his head. “Go away.” A loud knock came to the door and he squeezed his eyes tightly. “Send them away.”
Otto snorted another laugh and went to the door, surprised to see Trowa Barton. “Can I help you?”
He leaned in the door and raised an eyebrow. “Heero said Wufei was pretty sloshed when he came back last night. I just wanted to make sure he's all right.”
Wufei tensed as he heard Trowa's voice. He was definitely the last person he wanted to see right then. “I'm fine. Go away and let me die in peace.”
Trowa smirked. “All right. I'll see you later.”
“Not if I can help it,” he muttered too low for the other two to hear.
Otto shut the door as Trowa left and looked to the body huddled under the blankets and pillow. He sat on his bed and cleared his throat. “Are you hanging out with them?”
“No.”
He nodded. “Good. Word to the wise, Chang, that group isn't looking for long time partners. They find a new screw every semester. It's like a game. They don't settle down.”
He peeked out from underneath the pillow, curiosity for a moment winning over the agony in his head. “They sleep with men.”
Otto nodded slowly. “Yeah, they're gay.”
He frowned. “Gay?”
His roommate raised an eyebrow. “You know, homosexual.” At the confused frown between his eyes, Otto's mouth dropped. “You've never heard of homosexuals before?”
He shook his head and pursed his lips. “No. Is this a normal thing for people?”
He nodded again. “Well, it's not uncommon. There are a lot of gays and lesbians. Damn, man. How sheltered were you?”
He snorted. “A lot.”
He scratched the back of his head. “Okay, well, in that case, you really need to stay away from them.”
“I'm not like them. I like girls.”
“All right, all right. I was just warning you.”
He pulled the pillow back over his face. “Warning noted, now shut up.”
******
Quatre set his tray down on the table and leaned down to drop a kiss to the top of Duo's head before sitting. The braided man frowned at him in reward for the lovey action and cut a slice of apple off. He glanced to the side as Trowa entered the room.
“Did you check on the princess?”
He nodded and sat. “He's totally hungover and contemplating murder, I think.”
Duo laughed. “Way to get him drunk, Tro. He'll never trust you now.”
He gazed at the braided man. “Yes he will.” He cut his eyes to Heero who was gazing across the cafeteria. He turned to follow his line of sight and saw a blond staring back at Heero with a frown. “Is that Zechs?”
“Yeah.”
He looked back to Heero. “What'd you do to piss him off?”
“Walked in on him before he cleaned up after Treize left.”
Quatre pursed his lips. “He's going to get in serious trouble if he keeps doing things on school property.”
Heero shook his head. “I really don't think Zechs likes the arrangement. He said he wanted it, but I don't think that's really the case anymore.”
“How long has it been going on?”
“Since he was thirteen.”
Quatre's eyes widened. “Holy crap. What the hell is Treize thinking?”
“I don't know.” He glanced from the blond to Duo and back again. “What are you doing here for breakfast on a Saturday?” He knew full well the answer to that as he'd seen Quatre returning the brunette to the dorms an hour earlier, but he couldn't help teasing them.
Duo sighed. “I stayed the night with him.”
Heero nodded slowly. “Game's over for you, huh?”
He chewed his lip before reaching over and squeezing Quatre's thigh. “Yeah. I'm out.”
Trowa smiled. “Good. Maybe you'll finally straighten up.”
He snorted. “I don't think you can be out and straighten up at the same time.”
Quatre swatted his shoulder. “You know what he meant.”
He grinned and leaned over to lay a quick kiss to Quatre's lips. “I know, but I never can resist a gay joke.” He looked back to Trowa. “Do you think Wufei will make an appearance today?”
He shook his head. “Probably not before supper. He was hiding under the covers when I stopped by.”
“Hn.” Heero's eyes followed Zechs as the blond sent him one last glare before leaving the cafeteria. “I think we both have our work cut out for us.”
Trowa grunted. “At least yours knows what gay means. I'm starting from scratch.”
“That's actually kind of a good thing, Tro,” Duo pointed out with a wink. “Means you can train him.”
TBC....
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