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Crashed	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1214 -:- 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 flung his suitcase on the twin sized bed and glanced around the small room with a frown. Two dressers, two closets, two desks. Typical dorm, he supposed. One half of the room was already inhabited. Laptop on the desk, TV on top of the dresser and sheets and comforter on the bed. His eyes trailed over the posters on the walls of heavy metal bands and movies he'd never heard of. He sighed and turned to retrieve the rest of his stuff from his car, wondering what type of person his roommate was.
He pushed out of the building, glancing at the crowd gathered around the wall that lined the sidewalk outside the dorm. Most seemed to be vying for the attention of three guys sitting up on the four foot high wall.
One of them seemed to have at least some Asian heredity due to the slight slant about his sapphire eyes. Another had a long rope of chestnut hair that trailed over his shoulder to hang between his legs as he leaned down to hear someone in the crowd, violet eyes sparkled and a Cheshire grin gave him an aura of someone easily befriended. The third had fine features that seemed too flawless for real life, halfway covered by a fall of cinnamon hued bangs.
All of them wore black and had tattoos showing and piercings in their ears. 'And probably other places, too', Wufei mused to himself.
He tore his eyes away and continued to his car. He wanted to jump in the Jaguar and drive back home, but that wasn't an option. His father had said he needed to get out in the real world and see what life was like for the average college student. Then, his father had told him, he'd be much more appreciative of how good he had it. He knew how good his life was, that didn't mean he necessarily liked it. Something about his father's mapped out plans for the next twenty years of his life rubbed him the wrong way.
He didn't like how the man ruled over everyone around him. And he really didn't like how he threw girls he found appropriate at Wufei left and right. He supposed they were attractive, but they typically had little in the way of brains and he preferred to be able to have an intelligent conversation rather than discussions about the latest gossip. He didn't figure it mattered, though. He'd wind up marrying whoever his father chose, anyway. As far as the Chang family was concerned, the heir never had a choice. He did as told without question.
He tossed the strap to his laptop case over his shoulder and pulled out more bags from his trunk with a disgruntled sigh. In twenty years he'd never left the estate for something that wasn't business related, and now his father decided he needed to finish his last two years of college away from home in a world he'd never been exposed to.
“Stupid bastard,” he muttered under his breath as he slammed the trunk closed.
He made his way back up the sidewalk, grimacing at the upcoming flights of stairs to the fifth floor. The crowd on the area surrounding the wall had grown, blocking the door. He struggled through the crowd and yelped as he was knocked to his ass on the ground.
“Watch where you're going, pipsqueak.”
He glared up at the black clad figure and dully noted that he didn't carry the look as well as the other three. Where they held an air of mystery, he just looked like a thug.
“Otto, don't be an ass. You ran over him.” The smooth, somewhat nasally voice brought instant silence.
“Hard not to run over something so small.” He smirked down at Wufei. “Too bad they couldn't add height when they did the change.”
He frowned as he dusted off his hands and got to his knees to gather up his bags. “What are you talking about?”
“The sex change.”
He froze and gaped up at the man. “Excuse me?”
“Otto,” a husky voice warned.
Wufei stood to his feet. “That was out of line.”
“So says the spoiled princess. What is a high class she-male doing at a college like this? Shouldn't you be at Harvard or Yale?”
He rolled his eyes. “She-male? Is that really the best you can do?”
He adjusted the straps over his shoulder. “I have more important things to do than waste time with lowlifes who think their future is set in stone by their past and therefore blame the rest of society for their supposed lack of a chance at any real hope in life.
“Your problem isn't that you were born on the wrong side of the tracks. Your problem is that you let bitterness turn you stupid. Don't hold others accountable for the fact you're too lazy to even try to make more of yourself.”
Snickers and murmurs filled the crowd as Otto's face flamed with anger. Wufei released his bags as the man swung. He ducked and slammed his fist into Otto's stomach. As he doubled over, Wufei swiped his leg, catching him in the side of his head and sending him tumbling to the concrete. He picked his bags up and stared down at the groaning man.
“Maybe next time you won't mistake 'small' and 'rich' for 'weak'.” He ignored the laughter and clapping as he moved into the dorms and went up to his room.
He quickly put his stuff away and set up his laptop before flopping on his bed, sure the next two years would be utter hell.
******
“You seen anyone yet, Heero?”
Sapphire eyes cut to violet. “Not really. They're all the usual brainless fans, fawning for attention like rabid dogs.”
“Not all.”
Heero glanced to their companion who shrugged. “That Chinese kid could hold his own, and he didn't seem too impressed with anyone.”
“You gonna stake a claim, Tro?”
“I don't know, Duo. He's probably too much for Trowa to handle.”
He frowned at his friends. “Blow it out your ass, Heero. I've never had a problem getting lovers before. I don't see that changing now.”
Heero smirked. “I think all the hair gel is getting to your brain.”
He raised an eyebrow and slid off the wall. “Jealous we never made it, Heero?”
He rolled his eyes. “The thought of you and me together is ridiculous.”
Trowa's lips raised slightly. “You know you want this ass.”
He nodded. “Sure, it's the sarcastic mouth that comes with it that I have issues with.”
He laughed softly before cutting his eyes to the dorm door. “I've chosen. I'm going for the Chinese kid. What about you two?”
Duo shrugged and hopped from the wall, chains on his baggy black jeans rattling. “I haven't see anyone I liked yet.”
“Me either,” Heero said. “But orientation isn't for two days so more will be coming tomorrow.” He glanced at his watch and pushed from the wall. “We've got thirty minutes till supper. I'm heading up to my room for a bit.”
“Lucky bastard and his single,” Duo grumbled under his breath.
Heero waved over his shoulder as he moved into the dorm and made his way to the second floor. Music blasted from one room and he banged on the open door. “Drop it down a bit, Mason!”
He nodded and turned down the volume as Heero continued down the hall. He paused as he heard a muffled curse from behind a closed door, followed by a crash. He knocked on the door.
“Everything all right in there?”
A few more muffled curses. “Uh... actually I could use some help.”
Heero pushed the door open and stared at the sight before him. Long blond hair tumbled over a toned chest covered in a small tank top. Long lean legs were encased in tight blue jeans and well muscled arms were gripping the edges of a large TV that was resting on his back. He looked over and Heero bit his tongue at the gorgeous face presented to him.
“A little help.”
“Right.” He moved into the room, stepping over the speakers that had apparently been the crash he heard. He stood in front of the blond and put his hands over his shoulders to the TV, putting his face inches from the blond's. He pushed and the blond moved back, sighing in relief as the TV was firmly settled on the dresser.
“Thanks.”
Heero nodded. “No problem.”
He took a breath as it seemed the other guy didn't plan on moving back any time soon. “Um... I think it'll stay now.”
He moved his hands over the broad shoulders, sliding his fingers through a long strand of the silken hair. Sapphire met pale blue. “Welcome to Martin...”
He licked his lips. “Zechs Merquise.”
He stepped back and trailed his eyes over the toned body before him. “Heero Yuy.” He looked back up to meet the man's eyes. “It's a pleasure.”
Zechs watched him leave and sagged back into the dresser as the door shut. He rubbed his forehead. “Get it together, Zechs. You're already in a relationship.”
******
Wufei stared down at the glop on the tray that was supposed to pass as chicken alfredo. He grabbed a bottle of water and moved toward an empty table.
“Hey, princess,” a soft tenor called. He glanced his eyes over his shoulder to see who 'princess' was and pursed his lips as he saw the three from the wall staring at him. The auburn haired man hooked a finger. “Come sit with us.”
The cafeteria went silent and Wufei felt glares from all sides. It had no bearing on his response, though. His decision was based solely on the fact that there was something in that silken tenor voice that made him a little nervous. He continued to the empty table and ignored the sudden shocked whispers. Where did the man get off calling him princess, anyway?
Hands slapped on the table and he looked up into the angry eyes of a short haired girl. “Can I help you?”
“Are you crazy?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Pardon?”
“No one turns down Trowa Barton, or any of the three, for that matter.”
He frowned. “I don't understand.”
She leaned forward. “No one sits with them unless invited, and only a select few are invited. He's interested in you.”
He stared at her for a moment. Interested in him? “I'm a guy.”
She snorted. “If you weren't he wouldn't be interested.”
Wufei sat back in his chair, feeling as if the sky had just crumbled around him. Trowa liked men? And the girl talked as if it was normal. He'd never heard of such an idea. He looked to the auburn haired man who was watching him curiously. He bit his lip and pushed from the table, leaving the cafeteria. Exactly how sheltered had his father kept him? How had he not heard of such a thing?
He moved up to his room and froze in the doorway with a groan. Could his day get any worse? His roommate looked up from his sprawl on his bed, pulling the ice pack from his temple.
“Oh, hell no.”
Wufei pursed his lips. “Don't blame me. I didn't assign the rooms.”
Otto sat up. “You are not sharing my room.”
He rolled his eyes and sat at his desk. “I don't want any trouble. Just keep to yourself and I'll stay out of your hair.”
Otto grunted and laid back down. “Whatever.”
Wufei booted up his computer, wondering how he'd had the unfortunate luck of rooming with the guy he'd gotten into a fight with as soon as he'd arrived at the school. He went to his email and quickly scanned the message from his mother. He sighed and replied that all was well.
Not for the first time, he wished he had siblings. Someone who wasn't either a histrionic woman who was sure he'd break at a gentle breeze, or an overbearing father who made a hurricane look like a soft mist. He signed out of his email and tapped his finger on the keyboard as he contemplated running a search. He debated for several minutes and then shut down his computer with a sigh. His father would kill him if he looked up something about men liking other men.
He dropped his forehead to the desk. It was going to be a long two years.
******
“I don't think it was outright rejection.”
Trowa raised an eyebrow, sipping his coffee. “Then what would you call it, Hilde?”
She leaned forward. “He was shocked when I said you liked guys. As weird as it sounds, I don't think he knows what the term 'homosexual' means, or that it even is a word.”
He set his cup on the table. “Really? Interesting.”
“It has to be an act. In this day and age, no one could possibly make it passed puberty and not know what gays are.”
Trowa shook his head. “I don't know, Heero. It's obvious the kid's loaded. Maybe daddy didn't want him exposed to the evils of the world.”
Duo tapped his tongue ring on his teeth. “Then why send him out into the world alone?”
Trowa shrugged. “I don't know, but I'm going to find out.” He leaned back in his chair and drained the rest of his coffee. “So, you guys found your challenge yet?”
Heero nodded. “Any of you know Zechs Merquise?”
Duo and Trowa shook their heads but Hilde nodded with a grin. “Transferred from Columbia. Apparently he had a falling out with one of the professors there and slugged him.”
Heero arched an eyebrow. “Do you know what happened?”
She shook her head. “There are tons of different rumors. Some say the professor molested his sister. Others say he was caught cheating. No one knows what really happened.”
“Hn.”
Trowa looked to Duo. “What about you? Anyone caught your eye?”
He shook his head slowly, looking to the side with narrowed eyes. “Not yet,” he answered shortly.
Heero glanced to the cafeteria door as the petite Chinese man entered and nudged Trowa. “There's your man now.”
He looked over, raking his eyes down the compact form encased in perfectly fit charcoal dockers and a short sleeved white oxford. “That's one hell of an ass he's got.”
Obsidian eyes cut to him as if he'd somehow heard the muttered praise from across the room. His face flushed and he looked away from Trowa quickly. The auburn haired man smirked.
“I think I'll go introduce myself.”
Wufei saw the man nearing out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but notice how tight the black jeans were. It was a wonder the man could breathe. The black muscle shirt exposed the well-built frame as much as the jeans outlined the muscles of his thighs. Black cuffs circled his wrists and several chains looped around his neck. Wufei swallowed and put an apple on his tray before grabbing a bottle of orange juice.
“Hi there.”
He took a breath and turned, fully facing Trowa for the first time. Sparkling emerald eyes dazzled him and it took a moment for him to form the correct response. “Um... hi.”
He smiled. “I'm Trowa.”
“Wufei.” He looked away, uneasy in the presence of such perfection, and found all the eyes in the room on them.
“I'm sorry if I offended you yesterday.”
He looked to him, brows drawing together in confusion. “Huh?”
“The princess remark. I didn't know your name.”
“Oh.” He felt his cheeks grow warm and cursed his inability to keep embarrassment from shining on his face. “Don't worry about it.”
“Would you care to sit with us?”
He licked his lips. “Um... I don't know.”
Trowa cocked his head to the side. “Why not? We don't bite.”
He chewed his lip. What could it really hurt? He didn't have much experience with people and that was part of the reason his father had sent him to the school. To see how others lived. Besides, he was curious about a man that liked other men. It was such a strange concept that he wanted to know more. Not that he would allow Trowa to make a move on him. He would find out what the man found appealing about the same sex, and he would make it clear that he was merely curious, not out looking for the same thing.
That's what he told himself, at least. But when he nodded and Trowa turned to lead him back to the table, his eyes drifted of their own accord to the firm ass presented to him and he felt a fluttering in his stomach. He pushed away the confusing reaction and sat at the table, nodding to the other two men and wondering where the girl that had lectured him yesterday had wandered off to.
“Wufei, this is Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell.”
“Hi. Nice to meet you.”
Duo grinned, flipping a knife over his knuckles, hands encased in fingerless gloves. “So, Wufei, what's a kitten like you doin' in a school like this?”
He shrugged. “My father wanted me to have some more exposure to the world.”
An unholy smile lit up his face. “Really?” He drew the word out as violet eyes raked over his chest. “Exactly how much exposure did he intend?”
Wufei frowned. Why did all these people keep making comments he didn't understand? “What do you mean?”
Heero kicked Duo's shin under the table. “Stop harassing the innocent.”
“Ignore them,” Trowa said softly. “They always fight. You'd almost think they were a couple.”
Wufei looked down to his food and put all his attention to eating. Why had he agreed to this? What was the apropos way of asking if someone liked people of the same gender? Much less find out why they like such a thing or how they even discovered it in the first place. It was all so confusing.
“Wufei?”
He raised his eyes to Trowa. “Hm?”
“I asked what year you're in.”
“Oh, third.”
Heero's brows raised. “You're a junior? How old are you?”
He straightened his shoulders, hating how people always thought he was younger than he was. “Twenty.”
“Damn.” Duo dug in his pocket and pulled out a twenty, sliding it over to Trowa, who was holding his hand out for Heero. He sighed and pulled out his own twenty to hand over.
Wufei stared at the money. “You were betting on my age?”
Trowa nodded and tucked the forty dollars into his back pocket. “They both thought you were probably one of those geniuses who graduates years early and gets into college at fifteen. I figured you were at least out of your teens.”
Wufei studied the man. “You would be the first. What made you think so?”
He smirked. “Your speech to Otto yesterday. Most teenagers are good about regurgitating what they're told by teachers and media, very few have actual opinions of their own, much less able to express them clearly.”
Wufei frowned. “I'm the way I have been for years. I've always been able to express myself clearly. So, while you may have been right, your reasons for thinking so were wrong.”
He shrugged. “Still won me forty bucks.”
Duo snorted a laugh. “Way to go, Tro. You screw up and still win.” He leaned over the table. “Have I told you lately that you suck?”
“Not lately, but it's been a while since I had the pleasure. Were you asking to rectify that or just making an observation on my sex life?”
Wufei's eyes widened. There was no way to mistake that comment. He pushed from the table. “Excuse me.” He dumped his tray in the can and left it on the counter before escaping from the cafeteria. They were awful. People didn't just sit around and talk about sex. Much less... He groaned and went up to his room, glad to find it empty.
He flopped on his bed. They'd been talking about oral sex. And, if he heard right, Trowa likes to... He bit his lip at the mental image that unwilling came to his mind of the man's lips wrapping around him. His greatest shock, however, was the stirring between his legs at the thought. He curled to his side. No, he wasn't like that.
'But no girl ever got you hard,' his mind supplied.
He pursed his lips. It was true, he was loathe to admit. He'd tried to fantasize about women before but they'd never had an effect. He couldn't even bring himself to kiss one, which was why he still hadn't been kissed by anyone but his mother's pecks on the cheek, and those didn't count.
Those thoughts only managed to bring him back to Trowa's full lips and the treacherous wondering of what it would feel like to have those lips pressed to his own. He ground his teeth. 'I'm not like that. I like girls... I just haven't found the right one yet. That's all.'
He rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling. The question was, did he father believe otherwise. Was that why he shoved girls at him and kept him so sheltered? Had his father thought for some reason that he was like Trowa? His father controlled every aspect of his life. He bit his lip. And there was the crux of it. Whether he was or not, it didn't matter, and he didn't think he needed to try and find out.
He was sure of one thing, though. Trowa Barton was dangerous and he had to stay away from him.
TBC....
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A/N In case anyone is curious, I’m a HUGE Wufei fan. ^_^ I don’t ever bastardize any of the Gundam boys and I like to explore many the possibilities of their characters. Also, this fic is complete, it's just going to take me a few days to get it all loaded. ^_^
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