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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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Wufei sighed as the discussion in the classroom moved from whether or not Hamlet was insane to two students questioning the other's sanity. It was a pity as he'd enjoyed the debate up until that point. He glanced out the window to see students sitting around in little clusters on the green. He wasn't one to space out in class, but it seemed he was doing it a lot lately.
And the reason for his sudden bout with sporadic ADD was currently coming out of the dorms with Duo. The braided man's arms were waving animatedly as he talked. They were too far away for Wufei to see his face, but he was sure Trowa had that small humoring smirk on his lips; he usually did when Duo was excited like that.
“Damn, you've got it bad, don't you?”
He looked behind at the whisper from Hilde. “What?”
She tilted her head toward the window. “Trowa. Are you guys official yet?”
He pursed his lips. “We're not dating. I'm not like them.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You're always together.”
“We're friends and he's fun to hang out with.”
“You go out with him every weekend.”
He shook his head. “The whole gang goes.”
The teacher dismissed the class and he flipped his book closed and stood, hoping she would drop the topic.
“You stare at him all the time.”
He wanted to bang his head into the wall. “No, I don't.” It was an obvious lie as the discussion had begun because he was doing that very thing.
She gripped his arm and pulled him to the side. “I've watched those guys go through lovers without a backward glance, but they're changing now. Well, Duo and Trowa, at least. He doesn't look at you like he did the others.”
Wufei bit the corner of his lip. “What do you mean?”
“He's falling for you. I don't think it's a game this time.”
He looked to the side, brows furrowing. He needed it to be a game to Trowa. It kept the lines clearly drawn since he would never let someone toy with him. But if emotions were involved, it made it something more.
“What's running through that pretty little head of yours?”
He ignored the 'pretty' comment. “I never should have become friends with him,” he said quietly.
“Why not?”
He looked back to her. “I don't want to hurt him.”
She leaned her shoulder to the wall. “What do you feel for him?”
He rubbed his forehead. “I don't know. He confuses me.”
“Confuses you how?”
“I never had a friend before who wasn't paid to be my playmate. It's... exhilarating to have someone seek you out to talk because they want to. And he's easy to talk to. But I don't understand how he can be so accepting of everything.” He shook his head. “There are times when I feel... anxious, and I don't know why.” His eyes narrowed. “And then, he'll look at me, like he knows something I don't.”
She smiled softly. “I think you do know why you feel anxious around him, you're just afraid to face it.”
He stared at her. “My father-”
“This has nothing to do with your dad. You need to figure out who you are and what you're going to do about it.” She threw an arm over his shoulders. “You're the one living your life; not your dad.”
He sighed as they moved down the hall. “Hilde, for twenty years, my life has revolved around him. All I've known is his way of life. I felt like I fell into another world when I came here. It's difficult to adjust your thinking when it's so ingrained.”
They stepped outside and she nodded. “And you're afraid of some of the things you've learned.”
“No. It just makes me... nervous.”
“Because your dad will be mad when he finds out you're gay.”
He stopped walking, gazing at Trowa who was watching him from the gazebo. A small smile graced the flawless chiseled face and Wufei swallowed, admitting to himself for the first time that he wouldn't mind those lips against his own again.
“Hilde.”
“Hm?”
“What are your parents like?”
She shrugged. “My dad's cool, he's a marine and in Iran at the moment. My mom's pretty much a hippie. Why?”
He turned to face her. “My mother was trained into submission. An original thought hasn't entered her mind in at least seventeen years. She cowers as she's been trained to in order to keep herself in one piece. My father is an overbearing son of a bitch who doesn't understand the concept of 'love' or 'acceptance'. If you are an equal, he treats you with contempt. If you are beneath him or found lacking in his eyes...” he clenched his jaw, “he does whatever necessary to teach you how to be better.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you saying he's abused you?”
He straightened his shoulders. “Not abuse, discipline.”
She huffed. “Let me give you my version of discipline and then you can tell me yours. My dad spanked me from time to time... and trust me, I earned every one. And I'm damn thankful for it because it taught me early on that there was consequences to my actions. He never raised welts on me or caused blood or even bruises. And I know he hated it. But he did it because he loved me. That was his strictest discipline. What was yours?”
He cut his eyes to the side. It took several moments for him to mutter something that Hilde couldn't hear and she demanded he repeat it. He closed his eyes. “A kick to the ribs... broke three.”
Her eyes widened. “How many broken bones has he given you?”
He ground his teeth. “I don't know.”
“That's abuse, Wufei, not punishment.”
He spared a scathing glance to her for making him admit to such a degrading thing and stormed up to the dorms, Trowa forgotten in his anger.
Trowa's smile crumbled as anger boiled across Wufei's face and the Chinese man made for the dorms.
“Damn,” Duo muttered. “He's got a friggin' temper on him. Hilde! What the hell did you say to piss him off?”
She sighed and crossed to the gazebo. “His father's an abusive ass. When I pointed out that broken bones don't equal discipline, he got pissed.”
Trowa's face darkened. “Broken bones?”
She nodded. “At the very least, his dad broke three of his ribs at some point.”
“Whose ribs?” Quatre asked as he joined the group.
“Wufei's,” Trowa hissed angrily, but his eyes stayed on Hilde. “He thinks it's normal?”
She shook her head. “I don't know, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't agree with it. Otherwise he wouldn't have gotten mad or called his dad an 'overbearing son of a bitch'.”
Trowa moved his eyes to the dorms. “That explains why he works so hard to keep his old man happy.” He stood and went back to the dorms and up to the fifth floor. Wufei answered the door on the third knock and returned to lay on his stomach on the bed.
“What?”
He sat on the edge. “It's wrong, you know.”
Wufei sighed. “It isn't what you think. He doesn't get mad and fly off the handle. He never loses control.”
“Then how did he break three of your ribs?”
He rolled to his back and looked up to Trowa. “I wasn't well prepared for an exam because I'd wasted several days reading a new series. The punishment was several rounds on the mat with him.” He shrugged. “I didn't dodge a kick like I should have.”
Trowa tilted his head slightly. “How old were you?”
“Eleven.”
“Eleven,” he repeated. “Don't you think he should have pulled his punches?”
“He never pulls anything. He says it weakens the lesson.”
Trowa leaned his forearm on his knee. “And what did you learn?”
He grunted. “That broken ribs hurt like hell, and I'd do whatever it took not to get them again.”
Trowa shook his head. “Shouldn't the lesson have been to not put hobbies before school work? Punishment should teach that there are repercussions to actions.”
He looked away. “I know.”
“Then why are you making excuses for him?”
He sat up and rubbed his forehead. “He's my father. He's all I have.”
Trowa pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly. “No, he's not. You have friends now.”
Wufei closed his eyes and sighed. Being held by Trowa, he mused, wasn't so bad. It was almost as good as being kissed by him. His eyes flew wide at the thought.
“Am I interrupting something?”
He jerked away from Trowa and looked to Otto in the doorway. “Of course not.” He slid from the bed, hands fidgeting behind his back as the moment became awkward.
Trowa stood as well. “I'll see you later, Wufei.”
Otto pursed his lips, sparing a glance to his roommate before he stepped into the hall. “Barton.”
He turned. “What?”
“Don't play games with him.”
A fine cinnamon brow raised. “Since when did you care about other people?”
He snorted. “Any idiot can see he's vulnerable to new things, especially stuff like friendship and sex. It's a new world for him and I don't want him to be taken advantage of.”
“I didn't realize you were so protective of your roommate.”
He shook his head. “It's impossible not to like the guy. He's like a kid brother.”
Trowa nodded. “I agree, it is impossible to not like him. I'm not out to hurt him and this isn't a game. I want to be with him.”
Otto frowned. “He's confused. Before he came here, he didn't know people like you existed. And he told me he liked girls.”
Trowa sighed. “Stop and think about it, Otto. Have you ever seen him look twice at a girl? He doesn't even like talking to them most of the time.”
“That's because he's torn up thinking about the kiss you laid on him.”
He smirked. “Right. If he was straight, he wouldn't be confused, he'd be pissed.”
Otto stared at him for a long minute and shook his head. “Just... take it easy on him.”
“I have been. He needed a hug, so I gave him one. That's all I intended to do.”
“Since when did the three of you go for more than a fuck?”
He shrugged. “Since we started to grow up, I guess.”
******
“I really don't get it. You took college classes in high school to get ahead. You took the maximum number of classes your first two years, and summers, and with all that heavy load, your GPA was immaculate. How is it possible that now that you're only taking one class that you're failing?”
He pursed his lips. “I've got a lot going on.”
She took her glasses off. “Does this have to do with Solo?”
His eyes narrowed. “You don't have the right to mention him, Une.”
She folded her arms on the table. “I only said the things I did because I was worried about you. He was dangerous.”
“He wasn't a danger to me.”
She shook her head. “I don't understand you, Heero. You have one of the most gifted minds I've ever known. You're incredibly intelligent and not too bad looking, either. There were tons of people wanting to adopt you-”
“They wanted to adopt my money,” he interjected.
“How would you know? You refused to meet even one of them.”
He sent her a scathing look in answer and she sat back with a sigh. “That's beside the point. What's going on now that has your grades slipping?”
He pushed to his feet. “I don't have to answer to you.”
She gazed up at him, wishing she could break through the cold barrier to the sweet child she once knew. “You're right, you don't.”
He left the cafe after throwing a few bills on the table, trying to figure out why he still put up with his mother's manager. He climbed on his bike and watched as she got in her car. He knew why. She was the only link he had to his parents. They had been friends in high school. She'd been the maid of honor at his parents' wedding, encouraged Dana to pursue her music, mourned alongside her when his dad had died in a car wreck a few months before he was born, and mourned with Heero when she had died.
Une was a friend long before she was a fan of the famous musician his mom had become. She was also the only one who knew Dana Yuy had a son; outside of Duo, at least. Those who'd wanted to adopt Heero had only known one thing: he'd inherited millions.
He shook his head and returned to the dorms. What she said didn't really matter, but one thing did. He couldn't fail the class. His degree revolved around it. The stupid thing was, he wasn't failing because he didn't understand something. He was failing because he'd missed classes and assignments.
He sat on his bed and stared at his laptop. In truth, he didn't have to work; he had enough money to ensure an easy life. But he'd had a dream once, one his mom had supported. One they'd worked on together. It was all he had left... and he was losing it.
He pulled out his pill bottle and stared at the one remaining pill. He dug through his safe, hiding the bottle inside and pulling out a bag of crystals. After crushing them into two lines, he snorted them and put it all away.
Functioning on meth, as long as he didn't do too much, wasn't too difficult. He decided to cut out the ex, acid, and Vicodin during term. If he limited the heroin use to the days he didn't have classes, he was fairly sure he'd be all right.
A glance to the clock told him that Zechs should be in his room. After the morning he had, a little distraction didn't sound like a bad idea. He went to the blond's room and knocked.
“Who is it?”
“Me.”
The door opened and Zechs leaned out. “Can I help you?”
He moved his gaze up the blond's body suggestively. “Yeah.”
He raised an eyebrow. “It's the middle of the day, Heero.”
“So?”
He stared at him for all of thirty seconds before huffing. “Bloody hell,” he muttered before allowing the arrogant bastard into the room. He pulled Heero to his chest and tilted his head slightly as their lips crushed together. He parted his lips in invitation and Heero took no time in taking him up on the offer. The Asian pushed him to the bed and stripped the blond's shirt off before pressing him to the mattress.
He watched Heero pull his tank top off and unbutton his jeans. He sat up and lapped at a pierced nipple and Heero's head fell back slightly, hands tangling in Zechs' hair. He flicked his tongue through the ring and over the hardening nub as he slid his hands lower to Heero's zipper and slipped inside.
Heero's back arched and he groaned, momentarily letting Zechs have his way. He gripped the blond's shoulders and pushed him back to the bed, sliding his hands down the muscled chest and washboard abs. His fingers hooked under the waist of the sweats and slid them off before kicking off his shoes and removing his jeans. He prompted the blond to move up on the bed and grabbed his ankles, spreading his legs.
He knelt between his thighs, taking Zechs' lips in a heated kiss. The blond groaned as his cell beeped and twisted to grab it while Heero slid a lubed finger into him.
“Shit.”
“What?” Heero asked as he watched his finger move in and out.
“Treize.”
The finger paused and sapphire eyes moved to the blond's face. “He wants you to go to him?” Zechs nodded and he frowned. “Don't.”
“I have to.”
“Why?” He pushed a second finger in and Zechs' eyes slipped closed.
“He's my guardian and... if I don't go, he'll stop paying for my college.”
Heero put pressure on Zechs' prostate, pulling a shudder from the blond. “Go to him later.”
He thrust back on the fingers, unable to think as stars exploded behind his eyelids. His back arched as a tongue slid up his half-hard length. He tossed his head to the side when Heero proved that he hadn't exaggerated his talent with his tongue and mouth.
Heero watched the beautiful blond drop the cell and gasp, clenching his fists in the sheets. He smirked and raised up, a moan of protest leaving Zechs at the loss of fingers and lips. He slid on a condom and covered it with lube.
“Ready?”
“You actually have to ask?”
He laid one of Zechs' knees over his shoulder and wrapped the other leg around his waist before pushing in slowly. Zechs took hissing breaths through his teeth as he was spread further and looked up into lust-darkened eyes. He licked his lips as nerves set in.
Heero raised an eyebrow as the blond blushed. “What?”
“I'm not used to looking into a face when I'm being fucked.”
Heero tilted his head to the side. “Treize never took you while looking at you?”
He shook his head and Heero pulled out to begin a heavy series of thrusts, reaching one hand to tease Zechs' sac while the other fondled his nipples. He gasped and tightened his fingers in the sheets. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, muffling the moans that filtered up his throat.
Heero slowed. “He's an idiot.”
“Huh?”
He wrapped his hand around Zechs' length. “Half the fun of sex is watching your partner and knowing you're the one making them lose control.”
Zechs stared up at him, mesmerized by the golden skin sliding over rippling muscles as he rocked his hips. He looked up to the chiseled face and wet his lips.
Heero growled low in his throat and leaned down to capture his lips in an almost savage kiss as he pounded into him. Zechs loosened his hold on the sheets, folding his arms over Heero's shoulders. Their breaths mingled as the kiss ended and Heero pulled away only a couple of inches.
Zechs tried to keep his eyes open, but as Heero pumped his erection and hit his sweet spot on random thrusts, they slipped closed. Gasps fell heavily as pleasure coiled tightly in the pit of his stomach. He pressed his heel hard into Heero's back and he thrust back against him, but it wasn't enough. He slid his leg from Heero's shoulder and pushed him backwards to his knees so he straddled him.
His back arched and Heero clenched his teeth as the action pushed him further inside. Zechs moaned heavily, rolling his hips to press the erection inside him firmly against his prostate. The Asian stared at the blond, captivated by the passion displayed on his beautiful face as he took his pleasure.
Pale blue eyes slit open and met darker blue. He tilted his head to the side. “What?”
“You're beautiful.”
A soft smile came to his lips and he kissed Heero before he began riding him. He clenched his hands on Heero's shoulders as every downward thrust hit his prostate. Heero suckled at his neck, driving his hips upward. Zechs head fell back and their movements became erratic as both neared orgasm. Heero fisted him with quick strokes, the other hand behind the blond's back to hold him steady.
He paused in stroking as he found his release. He rode out his climax and laid Zechs back to the bed, pulling out of him. He crawled down his body and engulfed his length in his mouth while pushing three fingers into him as far as he could go. He massaged Zechs' prostate mercilessly as he swallowed his erection. Zechs' head pressed back into the pillows, body arching and toes curling as he climaxed in Heero's mouth.
The Asian lapped at Zechs' length until it was clean and let it slip from between his lips. He moved back up the blond's body, kissing him. It began hot and hard, but somehow, it softened and Heero caressed his thumb down Zechs' cheek before pulling away. He frowned and rolled to the side.
The blond glanced to him. “How many people have you been with?”
He leaned over the side of the bed and tossed the condom in the trash, eyes narrowing as he thought. “Ten, including you.”
He raised up to his elbows. “Doesn't that bother you?”
“Why should it?”
“There's the whole threat of STDs, and one day you might want to settle down. You might regret being with so many others when you find someone you want to commit to.”
He rolled to his stomach and propped his cheek in his palm. “I don't see that happening.”
“Why not?”
Sapphire eyes dropped to the sheets. “I don't want to talk about it.”
Zechs' brows drew together, that same hint of vulnerableness he'd seen a few weeks earlier filtered over Heero's face briefly. “I-” A knock came to the door and he sat up, pulling his sweats back on before opening it. His jaw dropped.
“Treize, what the hell are you doing here?”
The man raked his eyes down Zechs' body and pushed the door open. “Enjoy this semester. It'll be your last.”
He stared at the empty spot before him after Treize moved back down the hall. When he was younger, he'd seen Treize as elegant and romantic, someone to aspire to be like. But it was a lie. Now he saw the elegance as snobbish and the romance pretense.
He shut the door and dropped his gaze to the floor, not sure what he was feeling. On one hand, he'd thrown his college away for a fuck with a guy who probably wouldn't care less. But on the other, he no longer had to put out to a man he didn't want to be with.
He looked to Heero and the Asian shrugged. “You're better off without him.”
He sighed. “Except for losing my education.”
Heero pulled up his jeans. “Not necessarily.”
“I have no work experience and there's no way I can get a job that can cover everything I need.”
He handed Zechs' shirt to him. “Come with me.”
Zechs frowned but slid on the shirt and his sandals and followed Heero downstairs to the wall outside. The Asian sat on it and lit a cigarette. “I'll pay for it.”
“Excuse me?”
He raised a shoulder. “It's my fault he caught you.”
“Heero, tuition alone is going to be thousands.”
“So?”
“Heero,” Duo called as he hopped up on the wall from the other side. “Wanna go get some sushi?”
“Sure.” He looked to Zechs. “You coming?”
The blond frowned. “We were talking.”
“We were finished.”
He pursed his lips. “I don't call you throwing out absurd ideas 'finished'.”
Duo tilted his head to the side. “What's going on?”
“Zechs lost his funding for school so I'm going to pay.”
“Ah, don't worry, he's loaded.” He hopped back off the wall, followed by Heero who looked up to Zechs.
“Come on.”
He sighed and hopped over it. “One of these days, you're not going to get your way.”
He snorted. “I wouldn't count on it. Oh, and the money doesn't change anything. You're still only getting one semester.”
Zechs rolled his eyes. “You're an arrogant bastard.”
He smirked. “I hear that a lot.”
TBC.....
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