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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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Zechs pushed out of the club and followed Heero. He had no clue where the Japanese man thought he was going, but he'd be damned if he left him alone this time. He grabbed Heero's shoulders and pulled him to his chest.
“Talk to me.”
“What good would it do?”
“If you keep wallowing in your pain, you'll never move past it.”
He closed his eyes and sagged back against the blond. “Why are you doing this me? It's only supposed to be sex.”
“I want more.”
“I don't have any more to give.”
Zechs tightened his hold. “Yes you do. It's just buried beneath the drugs and regret. Until you let all that go, you'll never be happy.”
Heero bit his lip. He needed a fix. “Not here.” They returned to the dorms and Zechs sat on Heero's bed as he moved to the closet. “If you want the story, you'll have to excuse me for a minute. I don't normally do this in front of people I know it offends.”
Zechs shook his head, watching as Heero set out his drugs. “I'd rather you didn't do it at all, but that's a decision only you can make. What is that?”
Heero snorted two lines and wiped under his nose, tilting his head back. “Glass... crystal meth.” He leaned his elbow on the desk and stared at the wall. He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.
“Have you ever heard of Dana Yuy?”
He nodded. “Yeah, she was pretty big on the music scene until she died in a...” He trailed off. “Yuy. You're her son?”
He nodded. “She was all I had. My father died before I was born and she didn't want the media to know about me and harass me. I was twelve when she died and sent to an orphanage. Her manager wanted me and there were others, but I didn't want to have to answer to someone who wasn't my mother.
“Anyway, Duo and... Solo had grown up in the orphanage together and I became quick friends with them. I was close to Duo, but Solo and I, we were inseparable.” His eyes narrowed as he allowed the memories to return fresh to his mind. “I was thirteen the first time we kissed. Fourteen when I slept with him for the first time. We couldn't let anyone know because the sisters would have separated us. I felt bad for keeping it from Duo, but we'd planned to tell him after we graduated and left. Then Solo joined the gang and everything just started unraveling, but I couldn't let him go.”
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Heero froze as an older teen he recognized stepped around the building. He smirked and Heero took a step back.
“Mack... I'm meeting Solo soon.”
He shrugged. “I could take him easily.”
“You haven't managed it yet.” He licked his lips as the teen neared and took another step back. “This isn't your turf. You'll get in trouble. Go back to your gangs' part of town and leave me alone.”
Hazel eyes moved down his body as if he was visually undressing him and Heero's stomach turned. “Solo isn't good enough to have someone like you.”
“That's my choice to make and he's worth ten of you.”
Fury covered the older teen's face and Heero turned to run but Mack grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side street, shoving him to the wall. He tried to kiss him, but Heero turned his face away and raised his knee to Mack's stomach. He dropped and Heero only made it one step when a hand grabbed his ankle and yanked.
He fell with a grunt and flopped to his back as Mack jumped on top of him, tearing at his clothes. “Stop it!”
“Get off of him, Mack.”
All motion stopped and they looked up into furious green eyes. Heero sighed in relief. “Solo.”
Mack sneered and raised up, tossing Heero into the wall. He slid to the ground, pressing a hand to the cut on his forehead before looking to the rivals. Mack flew at Solo. The exchange of blows was fairly even until Mack pulled a knife out. Heero shook his head as Solo did the same.
“Don't! It isn't worth it!”
“Stay out of this, Heero. He's had it coming.”
Although it was late, there were still a few pedestrians and Heero saw one of them pull out their phone. “Their calling the police. Solo-” He cut off, jaw dropping. “No!”
Mack pulled the knife from Solo's chest and bolted. Heero ran to Solo, catching him as he fell. He put a hand over the wound.
“Idiot. You stupid-”
“I love you, Heero.”
Sapphire eyes met green. “Don't,” his voice broke and tears coursed down his face. “Please, Solo. Don't die.”
He heard two different types of sirens heading their way. “Hold on. Help is coming.”
Solo swallowed, head tilting back in the crook of Heero's arm. “Kiss me.”
He licked his lips and leaned down, kissing Solo softly. He heard the emergency vehicles pull to a stop and people running toward them. But he knew it was too late. The small puffs of air coming from Solo had stopped merely seconds after their lips touched. He raised up, hardly able to see through his tears.
“Come along, son.” A cop tugged on his arm and he looked up to the man's compassionate eyes.
“It wasn't his fault,” he whispered.
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Heero opened his eyes and took a slow breath. “Sister Helen never said a word on the ride back to the orphanage. I guess they'd told everyone to stay quiet about what happened, because the only person who came up to me when we got there was Duo. He looked pissed and scared at the same time, but all he did was hug me.”
“When did you start using?”
“I'd already done stuff from time to time, but I went to meth daily about a week later.” He shook his head slowly. “I didn't want to sleep.”
He fell silent and snorted another line. Zechs sighed. “This isn't the answer, Heero. Did you ever have counseling?”
“The sisters tried to get me to talk, but they didn't approve of my relationship with Solo.” He glanced to Zechs out of the corner of his eye. “You're the only one I've told what really happened.”
Zechs leaned his elbows on his knees. “Come here.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
He pushed from the chair and stood by the bed. Zechs took his hand, pulling him down so he could press a soft, tender kiss to his lips. Heero jerked back.
“Don't.”
Zechs cupped his other hand behind Heero's head and pulled him back down, taking is lips in another soft kiss. Heero's brows drew together as Zechs pushed to lay him on the bed. Zechs nibbled at his bottom lip and he opened him mouth.
He tried to pick up the pace and heat of the kiss, but the blond wouldn't let him. Zechs ran his fingers gently through messy chocolate locks, lips curving slightly at the whimper that emitted from Heero. He kissed down his jaw to his neck and Heero shook his head, pushing him away.
“Stop.” Heero turned his face to the side, squeezing his eyes shut.
Zechs studied his profile as Heero's chest heaved with gasping breaths. “Why?”
“I won't change for you.”
He cupped Heero's face and tilted it up, waiting for his eyes to open before he spoke. “I don't want you to change for me, I want you to do it for yourself.”
He kissed his forehead and stretched out beside him. “It's late and I had a long day. Is it all right if I crash here?”
He stared at he ceiling and swallowed. “Yeah.”
******
“So?”
Zechs shook his head. “We didn't talk anymore this morning, but he's thinking.”
Duo flicked the ashes on his cigarette. “It's something at least.”
“Where are the others?”
“Quatre went to visit his dad, Trowa ran to the store, and I don't know where Wufei is.”
Zechs glanced to where the Jaguar was normally parked. “Does Trowa know where he is?”
He shrugged. “I don't know, he left the room before I did.”
“What happened after we left last night?”
He scrunched his nose, scratching the back of his head. “We left shortly after y'all did. I felt like a total ass. All this time I just thought...” He sighed. “I don't know what I thought.”
“He never told anyone what happened. There's no way you could have known.”
Duo rubbed his face. “Maybe he would have told me if I hadn't been so against him hanging out with Solo in first place.”
“It's in the past, Duo. I think it would be best to let it go and focus on the present.”
He nodded and flicked his cigarette. “You're right.”
“Mr. Maxwell.” He looked over to the professor, wondering what the man was doing at the school on a Saturday, and his face darkened.
“What do you want, pedophile?”
Various students hanging around silenced their conversations to look at the teacher. Treize lifted an eyebrow. “You should throw your cigarette butts in the trash, and refrain from making disparaging remarks.”
He slid from the wall and picked up the butt, walking closer to the teacher. “And you should refrain from sticking your dick up little boys' asses,” he said through his teeth, only loud enough for Treize to hear.
Zechs ground his teeth, wondering what they were saying. “Duo!”
Treize's eyes narrowed. “What are you playing at?”
“Nothing. This isn't a game. Fuck with him again and I'll report you. Got it?”
The man said nothing, merely turned and walked away. Duo returned to the wall and Zechs glared at him. “What was that about? What did you say to him?”
“I told him not to mess with you or I'd report him.”
“Is what you said true?”
Duo looked to the other students and shrugged. “Since when did I pass up the opportunity to piss a teacher off?”
One of them clicked their tongues. “You shouldn't make false accusations like that. You can get in serious trouble.”
Zechs sighed. “Let's just hope you didn't make it worse.”
“Relax, anyone sick enough to fuck a kid isn't man enough to risk being exposed.”
The Jaguar pulled up the road and parked. Wufei and Trowa got out and Duo pouted. “Hey, Fei, I wanna drive her!”
“I've never seen you drive.”
“That's because his car got totaled.” Trowa tossed a pack of cigarettes to Duo.
“Thanks man.”
“You totaled your car and you think I'll let you drive mine?”
“I didn't total it. Some dumbass hijacked it in a run from the cops.”
Wufei raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious?”
“Yep.”
Wufei sat on the wall and his cheeks flushed as Trowa leaned his back against the exposed space between his legs, but he wrapped his arms around the firm chest and rested his chin on his shoulder. “How good a driver is he?”
“A very good one,” Trowa answered.
“All right. I'll think about letting you take her for a spin.”
They all looked over as the door to the dorms opened and Heero came out. He paused and looked at them for a moment before sighing and making his way over. “Sorry about last night.”
Duo shook his head. “I'm the one who owes you an apology. I should have been more understanding about your and Solo's relationship.”
Heero raised a shoulder and looked away, taking a swig from his ever-present water bottle. “Don't worry about it.” He lit a cigarette and leaned his hip to the wall, keeping his eyes locked away from the group.
Duo gazed at his friend for a long moment before hopping from his perch on the wall. “I was thinking about rewatching Yu Yu Hakusho. Anyone want to join me?”
Heero looked to Duo with a smirk. Anime had always been an ice breaker for them. When they'd fought and had the awkward 'getting passed it' stage, a marathon of some kick-ass anime tended to be the next step.
“What's Yu Yu Hakusho?” Wufei asked.
Duo grinned. “You are in for a treat.”
They gathered in Duo's room, he and Heero discussing whether to watch it in Japanese or English. Heero liked the voice actors in both, but the mispronunciation of several names tended to make him cringe. After a vote, Heero conceded to watching it in English, but not without some grumbling. Zechs smirked and pulled him down to sit on the floor at the foot of Duo's bed. He leaned over, rubbing Heero's thigh.
“Don't sulk just because you didn't get your way.”
Duo stretched out, hands behind his head as Trowa sat on his bed and pulled Wufei to sit between his legs, back resting against his chest. He flushed slightly but focused on the TV. He raised an eyebrow a few minutes later.
“Is she on a spatula?”
Trowa laughed softly. “It's an oar. She's the grim reaper.”
“Oh.” As the series progressed, Wufei found himself thoroughly enjoying it. It had the perfect mixture of drama, comedy, and action. Quatre arrived with pizza as they were about to start the seventh episode. Wufei tried not to let his grin show. They tended to tease him when he showed outward signs of glee at a new thing. His father had never allowed him to have pizza, saying it was far too unhealthy, but it was rapidly becoming his guilty pleasure. Each pair had their own box and settled down to continue watching.
Several hour later, as they watched team Urameshi battle it out in the Dark Tournament, Wufei found himself lying on his side, Trowa laying behind him. The musician moved closer and Wufei bit the inside of his bottom lip as he felt Trowa's chest press to his back. An arm draped loosely over his waist and a soft kiss dropped to his temple.
“Is this all right?” Trowa whispered.
He laced his fingers through Trowa's and pulled his hand to his chest. It was a new position for Wufei, but one he found he could easily get used to.
Around midnight, Duo sat up and stretched his arms over his head. He glanced to the other bed and smiled, nudging Quatre. The blond followed his gaze. Wufei and Trowa had fallen asleep; the taller man was curled around the smaller.
“That's about the sweetest thing I've ever seen,” he whispered.
Duo nodded in agreement. “What say we go and let them sleep?”
“Yeah.”
They motioned to Zechs and Heero and the four left the sleeping pair.
******
Wufei woke slowly, snuggling closer to the warm body beside him. He had turned over at some point and his head was cradled beneath Trowa's chin. Their legs were tangled together and he felt a distinct part of Trowa's anatomy pressed to his stomach. It wasn't hard, but the size was definitely bigger than his own.
His breath hitched slightly and butterflies tumbled through his stomach. He mentally slapped himself. Was he actually getting turned on by Trowa's soft cock? He tried to push away but the arms around him tightened.
“Trowa?” he whispered. “Are you awake?”
“Hm? What is it?”
He sat up, quickly turning his red face away. The clock read: 2:17. “I should go back to my room.”
Trowa raised up to his elbow. “Stay with me.”
He braved looking over his shoulder, chewing his lip. “Trowa, I'm not ready for... that.”
Trowa frowned. “I'm not asking for that.”
He curled his knees to his chest. “I know. It's just... I don't...”
Trowa gripped his arm gently and pulled him back down. He felt the subtle hardening of Wufei's length and everything made sense. He kissed the top of the Chinese man's head. “Don't worry. I'd never take advantage of you.”
“I'm sorry.”
Trowa chuckled softly. “I have the hottest guy in school in my arms and he's apologizing for absolutely no reason.”
TBC....
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