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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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Long, slender fingers slid across his chest, teasing his nipples until they hardened and pulling gasping breaths from him. He'd never felt such pleasure before. Heat ignited in his groin and he rocked his hips, searching for some relief. Lips suckled his own, swallowing his moans. They pulled away and he looked up into lust darkened green.
“Trowa.”
Onyx eyes flew wide and he sat up. He glanced to the other bed, relieved to find Otto asleep. A sigh escaped him and he rubbed his face, trying to will away the painful erection. He'd always been able to before, but he'd never been as aroused as he was now.
He slid from the bed and moved silently to the bathroom. He locked the stall door and leaned against the wall, sliding his shorts down and closing his eyes as he folded his fingers around his length. He pretended it was Trowa's hand and bit his lip as he moved his hand up and down. He'd never touched himself before and rapidly found himself trembling as the pleasure rose.
He took deep breaths, trying to keep as silent as possible. He lowered to the floor and spread his thighs. He tightened his hand and slid it faster, moving his other hand to cup the tightening sac beneath it. His head fell back to the wall and a heavy moan slipped from him. His back arched and his breath hitched as he orgasmed for the first time.
He slumped and dropped his chin to his chest. He clenched his teeth, tears stinging his eyes. “Oh hell,” he whispered, pulling his knees to his chest and burying his face in his arms on top of them. He'd just gotten off by imaging Trowa. His father would have beaten the hell out of him if he saw him now. Crying was a definite sign of weakness that his father would not stand for, but he couldn't seem to stop them.
He wanted, almost needed, to be with Trowa. But going against his father was a terrifying prospect. The war between the two was enough to make him want to scream.
A soft knock came to the door and he tensed. “What?”
“It's all right, man.”
He stared up at the closed door, mortified. “Go back to bed, Otto.”
He sighed. “You are who you are. It's nothing to be ashamed of. If you want Trowa... well, I'm pretty sure he's okay with that.”
“I can't be gay, Otto,” he whispered miserably.
“I'm sorry, princess, but dreaming about another guy getting you off, is pretty much a good sign that you are.”
“Stop calling me that.” He scrubbed his face and took a slow breath. “I'm so dead.”
“That's a little dramatic, don't you think?”
“No.” He grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned himself up, pushing to his feet. He flushed the toilet and walked out of the stall. Otto followed him to the sinks and leaned against the wall as he washed his hands.
“Wufei, look, I don't understand what you're going through, but I know it's gotta be hard. Don't make it harder on yourself by fighting it. You've got a group of friends that have gone through it before. Why don't you talk to them? Talk to Trowa.”
He pursed his lips. “I'm not sure what he's after, Otto. I don't want to be a part of some game.”
His roommate shook his head. “It isn't a game for him this time. He told me so himself, and, believe it or not, I believe him. I don't think he's as heartless as I thought he was.”
Wufei leaned his hands on the sink and stared at his reflection. “No, I don't think he is, either,” he said quietly.
“So just go for it.”
“It's not that easy.”
Otto yawned. “You got some time to figure it out. It's late and I'm going back to bed.” He turned to leave and paused as Wufei called his name. He glanced back over his shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
He smirked. “Not a problem.”
Wufei went back to bed, but only managed to toss and turn for the rest of the night. He groaned as his alarm went off and rolled to the side, slapping at it to shut it off. “Damn it.”
“Didn't get much sleep?”
“No.”
“Then stay in bed.”
He rolled over and looked tiredly at Otto. “I have classes this morning.”
He shrugged. “So skip them. You've got perfect grades. Missing one day won't hurt anything.”
He frowned as he thought it over. Otto had a point. He turned to his stomach and pulled the blanket over his head. “Good point. Keep quiet.”
Otto snorted and got out of bed. Wufei finally fell to sleep and didn't wake until it was almost lunch time. Thankfully, he hadn't had any more dreams about Trowa. He took a long shower and got dressed. As usual, a large crowd was gathered by the wall outside the cafeteria, waiting for the doors to be unlocked. Duo waved to him from his perch on the wall.
“Did you just get up?”
He nodded and made his way to them. “Yeah, I didn't get much sleep last night.” He glanced to Trowa and quickly looked away as he felt his face go hot.
Trowa quirked an eyebrow at the sudden blush but didn't comment. “Are you not feeling well?”
He shook his head. “No, I'm fine.”
******
Zechs looked over his shoulder as hands wrapped around his waist and slid across his chest. “You're insatiable.”
Heero smirked. “There is a time limit, you know.”
He leaned back into Heero's chest, closing his eyes as the Asian untucked his shirt and ran his fingertips lightly over his stomach. “If I didn't know better, I'd think you were getting attached to me.”
He snorted, but said nothing. He licked his lips, glad Zechs couldn't see his face. Part of him was afraid he actually was getting too attached. Something about the blond intoxicated him. It wasn't just his looks or intelligence. He shoved the thoughts aside. He didn't want attachments. He refused to get to the point where he needed anyone.
“It's a good thing you know better, then, isn't it?”
Zechs turned in his arms. “Why keep up the game, Heero? Duo's out and I'm pretty sure if Trowa gets Wufei he won't give him up when the semester's over.”
Heero looked to the side. “I have my reasons.”
“What are they?” Heero didn't answer and Zechs sighed. “There's more to you than sex and drugs. I see it at times, when the mask slips for a few seconds. What happened to make you the way you are? Why don't you let anyone in?”
“That's none of your business.”
“I'm letting you screw me, asking for a little insight into who you are isn't that far fetched.”
“I told you the deal when we started. No strings.”
He shook his head. “You live like that and you'll wind up alone one day.”
He pulled away angrily. “And I won't get hurt again.” He turned on his heel and Zechs grabbed his wrist, pulling him back to his chest.
“I'm not going to hurt you.”
He swallowed. “That's what Solo said,” he whispered. Zechs' arms loosened and Heero pushed away. He went up to his room and dug into his closet angrily. He yanked out a mirror, bag of heroin and straw and snorted several lines. Within minutes, all emotions were gone. He flopped back on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
******
Zechs' brows drew together as Heero stormed out of the lobby. He wanted to go after him, but was afraid it would only make him angrier. Instead, he went to the cafeteria and sat at the table with the other four in the group. He looked to Duo.
“Who is Solo?”
The braided man sighed. “He grew up in the same orphanage I did. We were pretty close until he joined a gang.” He shook his head. “I didn't want to get caught up in heavy shit like that.
“Anyway, Heero's mom died when he was... twelve, if I remember right. They were instant friends and he didn't back away from Solo. I don't really know how long they were dating because I didn't find out they were sleeping together until Solo died and Heero lost it.”
Zechs leaned his elbows on the table. “How'd he die?”
“Some stupid fight. I don't know what it was over, but he died right in front of Heero.” Violet eyes turned to the side, narrowing slightly. “Heero was different before that. He was confident, but his cockiness was more entertaining than irritating. He used to actually laugh, and without that damn cynicism to it. He had dreams and goals.”
He looked back to Zechs. “He was actually a good listener and gave good advice. He was fun and crazy at times.” He chuckled softly. “I remember one time when he instigated a prank to redecorate one of the halls while the sisters were at mass. I don't know where he got all the lime green paint.”
The others listened, all except for Trowa trying to picture Heero in the light Duo painted; and all wishing they could see it. Zechs shook his head.
“He really loved him, then.”
Duo nodded. “Yeah. But he's gone and Heero's throwing away his life for a thug that put himself into a dangerous world.”
“That's a little harsh, Duo,” Quatre said.
He cut his eyes to his lover, anger clear in them. “Solo was an idiot. I begged him not to do it, but apparently our friendship wasn't as important to him as it was to me.”
Quatre rubbed his shoulder. “I know it hurt you, too, when he died. I think you need to let go of your anger toward Solo.”
His lips pressed to a thin line and he rubbed his eyes. “First, I lost a friend because he chose other people, then he went and got himself killed and I lost Heero. I don't know which was worse. The way Solo died or Heero's slow suicide.”
Zechs leaned his elbows on the table. “Do you think he's suicidal?”
“I don't think he'd put a gun to his head or anything, but he's reckless with the things he does.” He leaned back in his seat. “Did he mention Solo?”
“I asked him why he continued the game after you and Trowa dropped out.”
“What did he say?”
“That he had his reasons. I kinda pissed him off and he told me he wouldn't let himself be hurt again.” He sighed. “And he said something about Solo hurting him before he went up to his room.”
Duo pushed his plate away, no longer hungry. “I'm so tired of this fuckin' shit I could hit something.”
“Why don't we get out of here for a while,” Quatre suggested.
“And go where?”
He shrugged. “We could have a Halo bash at my place.”
Duo's mood lifted slightly. Blowing shit up on a video game was the next best option to actually hitting something. “I'm in.” He looked to Trowa and Wufei, clarifying for the Chinese man that it was a video game.
Trowa nodded while Wufei smiled shyly. “Someone will have to teach me how to play.”
“Not a prob.” He looked to Zechs. “How about you?”
He shook his head. “I've got two more classes this afternoon.”
“So?”
“I missed a couple of days already. I don't want to start a trend. Thanks for asking, though.”
Thirty minutes later, Duo, Trowa and Quatre were all in a near state of shock as they struggled to keep up with Wufei. The Chinese man killed Duo for the ninth time and the game came to an end. He sat back against the sofa and put his hands behind his head, giving the others a smirk.
“You said you didn't know how to play,” Duo complained.
“I know I'm ignorant of a lot of things, Duo, but that doesn't mean you should just assume I don't know something. That's irritating.” He lifted a shoulder. “I figured I'd let you learn the hard way.”
Trowa chuckled softly and then tilted his head back in a laugh at the pole axed expression on Duo's face. “He got us there.”
Quatre nodded. “Wow, Wufei, I'm impressed.”
He tipped his head. “Thank you.”
“How'd you get so good?”
“I only had paid playmates when I was a kid and I knew they were getting paid so I didn't care much for them. When I got older, I only saw teachers, business partners and my parents. I needed some sort of outlet and the only one my father let me have was a game system. When I got angry or frustrated with him, I would play Halo and pretend the guy I was shooting at was him.”
“Makes sense.” Duo shifted to his knees. “Another round. I was too shocked to put in enough effort that time. You're goin' down, Fei.”
He picked his controller back up. “I'd like to see you try.”
It quickly became apparent that Wufei was in a class all his own in the game and the others tried a last ditch effort by ganging up on him and Duo finally managed to win the fourth game by one kill. He set it down and raised his hands.
“I'm quitting while I'm ahead.”
Wufei laughed. “You're just lucky Quatre saved your ass. I almost had Trowa and that would've have given me the win.”
Violet eyes sparked and he quirked an eyebrow. “Really? You almost had Trowa?”
“Yeah, he was right around the corner. I was too focused on him to realize Quatre was sneaking up behind me.”
Duo nodded with a grin. “Yes, focusing on Trowa too much could make you oblivious to everything else. I've done that a time or two with Quatre.”
Obsidian eyes narrowed as he replayed the conversation and took in the look on the braided man's face. “Does everything you say have to have double meanings?”
Duo's smile widened. “At least you're finally catching on to them.”
He rolled his eyes and looked to Quatre. “May I used your bathroom?”
The blond nodded. “Down the hall, last door on the left.”
When the door shut, Trowa looked to Duo. “Stop teasing him.”
He lit a cigarette. “I tease everyone.”
“I know, but I want you to leave him alone.”
Duo frowned. “Why?”
His gaze drifted to the hallway. “Because he's changing,” he said softly before looking back to Duo. “I don't want him to turn into a pervert like you.”
Duo's eyes widened slightly and he whistled. “You've fallen hard for him, haven't you?”
He sighed and moved to sit on the love seat, leaning his head on the back and looking at the ceiling. “I don't know. I never really gave much thought to who I was with before. All that mattered was that they were good in bed and fun to hang out with. But somehow, those aren't the main goals anymore. I mean, he is fun to be with, but it's more than that. He's got to be the strongest guy I've ever met, and he can't even see that. He's beautiful but he doesn't know it.
“I've never met anyone like him before. I think, if I could, I'd trade everyone I was ever with just to be with him... even if it was as nothing more than friends.”
Quatre smiled softly at the rare long speech from Trowa. “You have fallen for him.”
Before any more could be said, the bathroom door opened and Wufei returned to the living room.
Quatre stood. “Would anyone like anything to drink?”
“Water,” Wufei requested.
“Same for me.”
“Sweat tea.”
Quatre raised an eyebrow. “What you meant to say was: 'I'll help you', right?”
Duo pouted. “Why do I gotta help?”
“Because I've only got two hands.”
The brunette sighed and pushed to his feet, following Quatre into the kitchen. “Can you get the glasses?” Quatre asked as he pulled a two liter out of the fridge. Duo reached for the top shelf in the cabinet.
“Why do you keep them way up here?”
Warmth pressed to his back and he almost dropped a glass. “Because it takes you longer to get them and I like the view.”
Duo tilted his head as Quatre brushed his braid to the side and kissed the sensitive spot beneath his ear. He slid his hands underneath Duo's tank top, one moving up to tease his nipples while the other flattened to his stomach.
Duo groaned softly. “You normally don't approve of sex with company in the house.” He bit the juncture of Duo's neck and shoulder, rolling his nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Duo shivered. “Quatre, we really need to stop, you know I can't stay quiet and Wufei's in the next room.”
He sighed and pulled away. “You're right.” He turned Duo around and kissed him throughly. “Sorry.” He pulled away and left a flushed Duo to fix the drinks.
Duo shook his head. “You are so gonna get it later.”
TBC...
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