Falling Stars | By : Zoshia Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 3564 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Summary: Duo thinks he is nothing. His only friends can’t help, they think they are nothing too. They live their lives
with nothing. Heero offers something. Can Duo accept
it? Even though he keeps up his cheery disposition, he thinks he disserves
nothing but death.
Disclaimer: So I guess I don't need to put a disclaimer any more... All I'd like to say is I wish I could make money... but I'm not, I'm broke, in fact. So there!
Pairings: Now that would ruin the story! Although… It is a Heero and Duo fic so… I think you
can guess that… But the others are going to be a surprise! Don’t you like
surprises?!?!?!
Warnings: Nothing here, but you guys should know what to
expect now anyway. I wont be putting warnings in every
chapter anymore. Let’s just get on with it, shall we?
Symbols: “speech” /thought/ ~~ scene change ~~
A/N: YAY CHAPTER! AND NEW CHARACTERS! YAAAAAY! I won’t keep
you any longer. Just please review if you want the next chapter sooner then
later. And believe me, you will.
Remon Koybito
Falling Stars
**Chapter Seven: Money’s Worth**
“Duo… The whole point
of this is to make money… and a shit ton of it. You think we can get that by
asking for two hundred?” Wufei said, annoyed.
“Well… I guess not. So how much should we ask for?” Duo said,
slumping against the clean brick wall of some high-rise.
“We need to milk people as much as we possibly can. All
we’ve made so far is four hundred… and we need about ten times that.”
“Alright. Alright!”
Duo threw his hands into the air. “Next guy’ll be yours
and you can show me how it’s done, Wufu.”
“Alright, Du-du,” the asian hissed.
~~~~~
“I’m telling you, we’re lost!” the cross blond mumbled for
perhaps the twentieth time.
“I’ll find it, just stop worrying,” the brunet mumbled back.
The two had been driving around the dark city for about an
hour now, and they still couldn’t find their way. The elegant man driving
constantly ran his hand through his hazel-brown hair, which the platinum blond
next to him knew was a sign of aggravation.
“Just stop and ask for directions!” Zechs half yelled.
“I don’t need to ask for directions!” Treize yelled back.
“Why are you being so stubborn?”
“I am not being stubborn!” the brunet all but screamed.
“Right, because Treize Kushrenada, CEO of OZ Corp., screams
like a two year old all the time. Just ask those two there, Treize.”
There was a long pause then he sighed and started to pull
over.
~~~~~
“Here’s your chance, Wufei,” Duo smiled as the very nice car
pulled up. On closer inspection Duo saw it was an Epyon.
“That car is very high-end. Only, like, the richest of the rich have one. Milk away!”
Wufei scoffed as he walked up to the lowering window. Inside
he saw two very handsome, very proper men. Silk shirts, Rolexes, diamond
studded rings. They reeked of money. Money Wufei needed.
“Excuse me,” the brunet said, leaning over to see Wufei,
“We’re headed to 20th and Rose, do you know where that is?”
Wufei thought for a moment. He hadn’t known that codes were
used in this part of the city. What was the right answer? He hoped it didn’t
really matter.
“Yeah, I know how to get there,” he said with confidence,
“I’m heading there myself, mind giving me a lift?”
Zechs looked at the man beside him and, unnoticed by the
teen, shook his head. Treize smiled, “Sure, hop in.”
Wufei looked back at Duo who smiled and winked. As the asian slipped into the back seat,
the braided boy started to walk away, ready to make twice the money Wufei was
going to.
Zechs was glaring with all his soul at Treize. He couldn’t
believe that the man would let some strange teen wearing low-rise jeans into
their car. What was he thinking?
“Take a right at those lights there,” Wufei said as he slid
to the middle of the seats to get a good look at the men he would sleep with.
Thankfully, he had looked at a map of this part of the city. For once his sense
of direction was paying off.
After a few minutes of driving, Wufei looked at the men in
front of him. They were beautiful, smart, and from the way they talked to each
other he knew they had to be lovers. Wufei smiled, threesomes weren’t cheap
anywhere.
After a little thought, Wufei put on his best business face,
and spoke. “Five hundred each. Another five if you
want it at the same time.” He held his breath. /Am I asking too much?/
“I’m sorry?” the brunet said, looking in the rear-mirror
into the teens intense eyes. Zechs’ eyes went wide.
“It’ll be five hundred dollars for each of you, and another five hundred if you want to fuck at the
same time.”
Treize almost ran a red light. Luckily he stopped and turned
around to look at the teen face to face. “You’re a prostitute?”
“You picked me up, didn’t you? What did you think I was?”
“I didn’t think any were around here,” Treize said, turning
back around. He started to think, ignoring Zechs’ glares.
They had been lovers for nearly two years, now. Treize loved
the blond, and he knew he loved him back, but that didn’t mean they didn’t have
problems. They hadn’t slept together for over two months. They were always too
busy, too tired, or out of town. The brunet knew their love life was more then
a little dull, and if that didn’t change their relationship was sure to fall
apart. This might be exactly what they needed.
“And what if we want to do it more then once?” Treize half
purred. Zechs blanched.
“One thousand for the whole night, on top
of the other fifteen hundred.”
“Sounds faire. I take it you only
except cash?”
“Of course,” Wufei said, just as cool as
the older man.
“Alright. And look, here we are.”
The car pulled up to a four-star hotel and three men opened
all of their doors for them. Treize took the ticket and handed the valet a
twenty. The man bowed and said, “Thank you, Mr. Kushrenada.”
Kushrenada. Wufei knew it from
somewhere, but he had no chance of figuring out from where. The name was
familiar, like he had heard it many times before.
The asian
teen all but gawked at the interior of the hotel. He had never seen anything
like it. There was a five-tier fountain in the middle of the lobby, finely
upholstered sofas and chairs scattered throughout, the marble floor covered
with a few richly colored area rugs. The three walked up to the cherry wood
counter and a man smiled and handed the hazel haired man a key.
“How was your trip, Mr. Kushrenada?” he said with a
practiced smile.
“Too long, thank you. I expect the utmost privacy tonight.
We have to get ready for the lunch tomorrow,” he said back smoothly.
“Of course, sir. When would you
like breakfast?”
“At seven, thank you, and it will be for three.”
“Very good, sir, have a pleasant evening,” the man said as
Treize started to walk away.
Zechs stayed three steps behind the brunet, fuming. They got
into the elevator and he pushed the button for the top floor roughly, glaring
at his lover. The teen simply leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, like
he dealt with this sort of thing all the time. Which he
probably did, Zechs thought with a huff as he crossed his arms.
They got to the thirty-fifth floor and stepped out. Wufei
noticed that there were only three doors. He fallowed the two men to the double
doors at the end of the hall. Wufei was curious as to how magnificent the room
behind the doors would be. He kept his excitement at bay, watching the brunet
slide the keycard through the lock.
Treize walked through the door and stepped aside, letting
his lover and the teen enter the suite. Zechs grabbed his bag and went to
unpack in the smaller room to the right. Treize smiled and grabbed his own,
taking it to the master bedroom.
Wufei was wide-eyed, taking in the amazing room. He couldn’t
even register the soft leather couch, the plasma TV, the fireplace, the silk
curtains, or the kitchen which was bigger then his whole apartment. He took off
his shoes and wiggled his toes in the plush carpet of the sitting area. He
would give anything to live in a place like this, and these two could stay here
anytime they wanted. Their house, or rather mansion, was probably ten times as
amazing. Wufei went to sit down on the coach, letting it engulf his tired body.
“So what’s your name?”
Wufei hid his surprise of the sultry voice coming from the
doorway of the master bedroom. “You can call me Shenlong,” he said sternly.
“Ah, I see you are a careful man. Fair enough, Shenlong, my
name is Treize Kushrenada. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Would you like to take
a bath? You can help yourself to the bathroom through there,” he said, pointing
to the door he had come from. He was walking to the other bedroom and smiled
back at the asian, “We’ll be
with you in a minute. Make yourself comfortable.”
Wufei watched him close the door behind him and then got up,
smiling. The bathroom had to be heavenly and it had been ages since he had
taken a proper bath. Wufei loved nothing more then to fill a tub with hot water
and read. Duo, however, made that all but impossible.
The teen barely noticed the king-sized four-poster bed as he
headed for the bathroom. He heard water already running and steam was billowing
from the open door. Stepping onto the cool marble tile Wufei let his mouth drop
open. The bathtub was more like a pool, although it was designed for two people
to lay comfortably facing each other. Plastic covered
cushions were formed to the contours of the body, with jets positioned to
massage everywhere it mattered.
Wufei stripped instantly, thankful Treize had turned the
water on. The tub was already half full with dark blue water, some oils or
salts Wufei was sure would feel amazing. He put his hair in a messy bun on the
crown of his head and stepped in. Goosebumps spread across his body as his foot
entered the water. The other foot was soon to fallow and then he sat down,
letting the hot water burn his muscles to relaxation.
He moved to the far side of the tub and laid
against the plastic pillows. It didn’t take long for his eyes to drift close.
His head started to nod with sleep. Wufei didn’t care. When the two men wanted
sex they would wake him up. “Take your time, gentlemen,” Wufei smiled.
~~~~~
“What the fuck are you thinking, Treize?” Zechs said as he
threw his underwear into a drawer. He didn’t need to unpack, they were only
going to stay here for two days, but it gave him something to do.
“Zechs, please, calm down. It’s just one night-”
“One night with a whore that was God knows what diseases!”
“Zechs, come on. I think you’re overreacting,” Treize said,
sitting down on the bed. He started handing the few pieces of clothes Zechs had
in his suitcase to the blond. Zechs started snatching everything from his
hands.
“I am not overreacting, Treize! What the hell am I supposed
to think? I’m not good enough for you so you need to higher a professional
fucker to have a good time?! Is that it?!”
“Oh please, Zechs, don’t be stupid.
You and I both know our sex life is dying. Don’t you think we need to start
experimenting? This might be a sign,” he said, grabbing his lover’s arm so he
would look him in the eye.
“Treize, I really doubt God would send us a male prostitute
to save our homosexual sex life.”
“Well then, look at it this way. For one night only we can
totally let go. Be like we were when we first started making love, only with a
little help this time.”
Zechs sat down and thought. It had been ages since he was
relaxed enough to really let go in bed. Having sex with Treize wasn’t the same
anymore. They were both very busy businessmen, and when they made love Zechs
couldn’t help but think there were better things they could be doing. Maybe
adding another person to the mix would help.
“Zechs, if you don’t want to I’ll send him away,” Treize
said softly. “I want to do whatever makes you happy.”
“No, you’re right. We’re falling apart, Treize, because I
can’t stop thinking about what needs to be done for work. Let’s do it. It’ll be
good for us.”
Treize smiled, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Treize.
The two men spent the next fifteen minutes kissing and
hugging each other. The closeness was nice but it soon became heavy. Treize
smiled and stood up, pulling Zechs with him. The two headed for the other room
and the forbidden pleasure that was there. Treize hurried to the faucet and
turned off the water which was kept from overflowing by the drain at the top of
the tub.
The teen was fast asleep and didn’t even stir when the two
men stripped off their clothes. Zechs reached into the hot water and let a
portion of the water drain from the bottom. He looked at the teen and smiled.
The boy was very hansom, although young. He was certainly far too young to be
doing what he was. The blond stopped thinking about the teen’s sad life as he
tied his hair back.
Treize stepped into the water and hissed at the heat. He sat
down, though, and let his body adjust. After a few moments he slipped towards
the snoozing asian. Putting
an arm around slender shoulders he leaned over the smooth face. He gently put
his lips to the teen’s and kissed him.
Hard, black eyes fluttered open and gazed into icy-blue
depths. “I hope you aren’t too tired, Shenlong,” the man’s smooth voice
whispered. “I plan to get my money’s worth.”
*****
A/N: Spoilers! Next chapter has SEX! If you want it quick
please review. PLEASE!
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