Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angel Heart ❯ The Crossroads ( Chapter 12 )

Title: Angel Heart

Date created: August 31, 2003

Last revised: April 5, 2008

Author: Eternal Spark aka Sparky aka Carol Edwards

Pairings: 6x3, 1x4, 5x2, RxOcc

Disclaimers: Don't own. Won't sell. Why? `Cause they ain't mine.

Warning: AU, Drama, NCS, Language, Angst, Consensual sex as the story progresses.

Achived: if you want, but please ask first.

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Comments: You better or I will sic Quatre on you!! *Grabbing a genki Quatre ^_^ for back up*

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Author's Notes: ^_^ Guys!! Are you in for a treat!!! You will behold a glimpse into madness that makes Duo's father tick! As every maniac or psycho, they always start out normal…well…most of them start out normal. I hope you guys are prepared. Now that I have your attention…this statement is for you. For the people with the knives and a couple of pitchforks handy with the intention to stab Duo's dad to death, you get on the right side of me. To that group of peeps that have bats, a couple of frying pans or boxes of battery acid just so you can massage Damien's brain like lotion…you get on the left of me. Now, for those chosen few with the cross bows, maces or any type of long distance weapon…you take the rear. Did I cover everyone? ^^;;; I guess we're ready for this chapter.

Dedication: ^_^ Dedications are for the following people: The fans. I've received some really great comments and I just want to say thank you to each and every one of you. Even if you didn't leave a comment and just read to continue on…trust me. I've done those lots of time. I especially want to thank the WuDuo mailing list. Within that humble abode of creativity, lives a family of great writers. Love that little ole mailing list of mine. This chapter goes out to them.

 

Chapter 12

Into the depths of a devil

 

How many years had it been since he had last see the light? When was the last time he saw the winding spider plants growing by the windowpane of their home craving the simple touch of someone to care for them? Where were the stars? Were they still as bright as he remembered them? Where was the quaint, quiet world where no one disturbs them? What about the games? Where were all those marvelous games they played throughout the house? Each room had a special scent just for them; gentle vanilla and spicy cinnamon would linger in the air in the kitchen or the pure scent of baby powder from the bathroom. Where were the essence of purity and goodness?

 

What about the jet-black leather whip lying in the corner of the attic closet? He really loved that whip. In order to keep the elasticity, the leather needed to be oiled and conditioned continuously by hand or it would lose the perfect pitch when it snapped. He remembered the day he ordered it, his precious thing. It was so sad. There was no one to caress that whip anymore; it would be lost just like he felt. No more pretty welts against that plumb round butt that trembled with a mere caress. Even if he closed his eyes, he could imagine the juiciness of that delectable backside under his fingers and the softness of baby skin.

 

Deep in the dark, each vision was turning him on and flowing over and over within his imagination. It wasn't very hard to dream. The man could remember when he would cum so hard that it would be everywhere, the sheets, the walls or the floor. Then there were times when he would sink his organ so deep; his love would be overflowing out of that temptress' mouth until the little puppy would gag. His life essence would spill forever out of him like a cup running over and he dared the little bastard to spit it out one drop.

 

With all of these exotic thoughts flowing within his warped mind, Damien Khushrenada was still incarnated. At the present time, he was stuck in the hole; also know as solitary confinement because of a “simple incident” beyond his control. He hated it. Stuck in solitude with a lovely reminder from past participants to his present abode, the sickly stench of both old and new. Alone, left to his own devices where no one called his name. Actually that wasn't true. He had some contact from the guards of the prison or the guy that brought him his meals. But that didn't help matters. He was stuck in hell, literally, trapped in this hell of a cell because he was betrayed. It was the perfect betrayal. A betrayal by your own flesh and blood but that wasn't where half of the grief was coming from. The true betrayal was because the only person he loved with all his heart was also the cause for his daily torment.

 

Every single night since the court case, visions of his beautiful child flashed before his eyes. Sure he was seeing a physiatrist. Every sex abuser had to have at least one and he was lucky other fanatical inmates didn't try to kill him yet. Damien had lots of time to waste in this place filled with mentally defected individuals of every race, religion and creed. Under the watchful eyes of the doctors he was a model patient but within his mind, Damien wanted to remember when he had peace. But that would not be so easy for him. He couldn't remember…it had been so long since the darkness swallowed him and his soul. There used to be a flicker of light somewhere where his soul was supposed to be but now even that was swallowed in the void. It dissolved completely the day they took Duo away from him, his golden child. He had trained the child so well, his golden love. He bet the child had forgotten all the games that they played. Damien closed his eyes and smiled. It was okay. His little darling, his angel could not be forgotten. His angel could never forget how submissive he really was or how quiet he was during the games no matter how much Damien told him to scream. He had to be so careful with his treasure. No pressure at all else he would break the doll.

 

Damien hated being in jail but it was okay. He could deal with it. Here, within solitary confinement, he could plot his plans. Within this darkened room of concrete and stone, he had the means of his escape already developed within his mind. A certain correction officer constantly stared at him wherever he went. Damien knew he was not an ugly man. No. On the contrary, he was a very beautiful adult stuck with circumstances beyond his control but soon everything would work out in his favor. He wasn't intelligent for nothing. Soon his friends in the cells would begin their preparation for their escape and that CO who liked him so much would finally get to taste the pleasures of Damien for his first and last time. Everything was working in Damien's favor and soon…he would be reunited with his golden boy….

 

It's a pity…how a little bit of news about an amusement park opening could bring a family together.

 

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“So…. Dr. Noin. How am I doing?”

 

Dr. Lucrezia Noin-Po tried to make her face as impassive as possible to Duo Maxwell's question. There was a lot of work before her lying innocently on her desk of mahogany. She sighed, drumming her fingers on the desk as she began her evaluation. There were three folders before her: A black folder from Wufei with a red dragon symbol on the cover, Quatre's, a white folder with gold trimming at the end of the desk while Duo's jet black folder without adornments sat in the middle of the two. His personal folder was overstuffed to bursting.

 

Noin sighed running a hand through her black hair. What she wouldn't do to have a bowl of her wife's cooking rather than deal with the mess before her. The documentation lying so innocently on her desk held a life in balance and the results of it would determine whether the longhaired young man sitting so nervously in front of her would pass to join his fellow graduates or fail to retake a semester. This was a decision Dr. Noin did not want to make but in all actuality, she had to. She hated the pressure associated with the decision especially for the one child in the entire school that deserved the world. With sheer determination, she began the process. Wufei's folder would be the first she would look at. Her dark-purple eyes widened in amazement as she skimmed through a few lines. This was the first time since talking to Mr. Chang since he began at this school, merely four years ago, that the dark haired and golden skinned youth gave up recommendations like this for a student. It was most unusual when she was expecting his usual aloffness for anyone other than his brother-n-law and family.

 

She read thoroughly each passage, closely examining each comment or reflection of Duo's work. There was nothing in a negative light on any of the pages. She blinked, her dark silk lashes fluttering rapidly at what she was seeing. Something was off. She went to Quatre's folder and noticed different wording but also comments of praise and absolute respect for the mind of such an individual. These two students were the best in their classes, young adults with the highest respect for the rules and education. She looked over the combined work again, comparing Wufei's and Quatre's recordkeeping next to each other. There was no doubt about Duo. Each report recorded each quiz or exam for every class they gave their mentee. There was nothing less than a grade of A- for Cal 3, which was for Duo's weakest subject. Noin had to rub her eyes for this feat.

 

But it wasn't just the work that had changed over the course of months. Dr. Noin knew Duo was adaptable and highly intelligent. That was not the only issue that was amazing about this picture. Something about Duo had changed. There was a strange glow around Duo's eyes, a brightness that was not there at the beginning of the semester. Noin's eyes would dart up for a second to look at the three young men before glancing back down at the work before her.

 

Something else had changed.

 

In all of her years of being a student and then later a guidance counselor, she had thought she was a good judge of character. Her wife, Sally, told her all the time she had a knack for reading people. There had never been such a turnabout on such a tragedy within a sparse amount of time since she accepted the job as guidance counselor for the high school and the strange changes were not only focused on the physical documents before her. Something about these three boys had changed the moment they began working together.

 

Dr. Noin looked up from the papers and stared at Wufei.

 

Wufei Chang was sitting casually in his white gi, already prepared for his next class, which was club hour, where he would meet with his fellow members to practice. As long as she had known him, Wufei always sat with his backbone straight in the presence of his superiors. This was practically due to his Asian heritage. The young Chinese teenager before her was sitting relaxed, with one leg crossed but not over the other but balancing on his knee while Wufei's upper body was leaning heavily to his right so that he was practically leaning on Duo Maxwell with his arm around the long haired teenager's shoulder. Duo was sitting in the center of the group. Wufei's right thigh was touching Duo's left one and whenever Duo moved, he moved with him like a type of connection. It was intimate.

 

Quatre R. Winner was just like Wufei. The blonde teenager would usually be the attentive one of the group and was usually sat straight up with a business like manner about him. Each confrontation with him was like a negotiation for his time and not the other way around. Today, Quatre was different. The blond scholar was leaning on Duo's right side, with his head on Duo's right shoulder. He was also wearing a white gi, which surprised even Dr. Noin, while gently playing with the tuft of Duo's braid. That was one thing Dr. Noin didn't get. No one played with Duo's hair. It was like a god given rule.

 

Then her eyes finally fell on Duo, the men tee. The young man was nervous and one hand was gently caressing the cloth of Wufei's gi while his right hand was tightly wrapped in Quatre's free one. What the heck had happened? The boys before her looked like they were a married couple or rather triple. There was a familiar intimacy between these three that spoke volumes…like they had been through a life-changing journey and finally arrived at their destination unscathed.

 

Dr. Noin closed all three folders with a light swish. Her pale hands folded on top of them casually and looked at the three young men before her again. Taking a deep breath, she snickered at their nervous attitudes and the most brilliant smile lit up her entire face. “Congratulations, Duo Maxwell.”

 

Duo blinked his big violet eyes in shock and released the biggest sigh of relief as his violet eyes rolled into the back of his head. He had been holding his breath for so long awaiting an answer. He did not want to stay another year. Wufei and Quatre were just as nervous but when they heard the words, they both jumped up at the same time, jumping up and down like maniacs and punching their fists high into the sky. Duo just melted to the floor, in absolute relief, sliding down his chair like a snake and landing on the carpet.

 

Dr. Noin giggled at their antics. They should be proud of their charge. Now Mr. Maxwell could join his fellow graduates and finally enjoy the list of various senior activities that were planned for the semester: the weekend ski trip, the senior luncheon at the finest restaurant in the city, the prom and finally the ceremony itself. Yes! She was very proud of Duo Maxwell. He was the perfect example of how a person could draw strength from their weaknesses and win over any adversity.

 

She never felt more proud of a student in her life.

 

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Heero was waiting patiently by the entrance of the Taekwondo club for the other guys. Usually, he would be on the football field but today was a special occasion. Today was the results of all of Quatre's and Wufei's hard work. He hoped everything turned out fine. Duo didn't deserve to be here another year. Heero didn't let those negative thoughts get to him. With their luck, Duo was a shoe in for salutatorian. Duo had nothing to worry about. Everything would be all right simply by one look from Duo's face and Heero wasn't disappointed when he saw the guys approaching from around the corner. His smile grew wider as he recognized a familiar tuft of platinum blonde hair bouncing up and down.

 

Quatre was chatting away with Duo and Wufei when he spotted Heero a mile away. He quietly excused himself and eagerly ran to his boyfriend happily leaving his comrades to hurry behind. The moment they stood in from of each other, Quatre grabbed Heero's hands into his own and smiled brightly into his boyfriend's eyes. He didn't kiss Heero or try to make a scene because Heero and he both agreed they didn't want everyone to know their business. There was no question that their love was real and Quatre didn't have to prove it…he knew that Heero loved him.

 

The lingering looks Quatre kept giving Heero was suddenly turning up the heat within his body and that was a no-no during school hours. Heero swallowed loudly and whispered something in Quatre's ear causing the blond to blush bright red while Duo and Wufei rolled their eyes at the display.

 

The four boys chatted for a moment before they entered Wufei's clubroom, which resembled an actual dojo. Wufei told Duo to wait on the sidelines and watch. The ebony haired martial artist then bowed to the members of the club and they, in turn, returned the gesture obediently. “Okay guys.” Wufei began while walking to the front of the room. “I've brought a couple of friends along today. You all know Heero but this is Quatre from the Writers Guild.”

 

Heero and Quatre both waved at the group and the group bowed to them. Quatre giggled and bowed back. Heero just shook his head at Quatre's antics and also bowed to the club members out of respect.

 

Wufei continued. “Quatre is going to do a piece about the club for the yearbook while Heero will take photos for the school website so don't get cocky!” Everyone laughed at Wufei, who was smirking. He was in a very good mood today. “We also have a new member that is just watching today so let's go.”

 

There was a loud shout within the room that nearly scared the daylights out of Duo but then he settled down as he watched each student formed four perfect lines. Heero began explaining to Duo and Quatre of how the highest-ranking student was on the right side of the line and everyone else was lined up to his/her left in decreasing order of rank. He pointed to the students, showing the two newcomers how each student was line up at attention, with a foot or two between each person in the front line.

 

“How do you know so much about this, Heero?” Duo questioned curiously.

 

Heero smirked. “I am half Japanese, Duo. Wufei, his older brother and I have been going to his grandfather's dojo since we were kids. Trowa wasn't really into it like we were so Mom put him into gymnastics classes. I stopped and went for football in my sophomore year. Usually, Wufei and I would get up at 6:30 in the morning to jog a mile or so and come back and do Tai-chi before school.”

 

Duo looked at Heero in amazement. “Tai chi? The actual Tai chi used for meditation?”

 

“Yes. The same one that release stress, lowers your blood pressure, improves your balance and coordination both physically and spiritually….all that jazz.” Heero recited perfectly. “Grand Ultimate Fist” is the translation for it. It is symbolized by the unification of ying and yan. The best thing about it is even though it looks harmless it can be extremely deadly. You should ask Wufei to show you the movie “Tai chi”. You would get a better understanding about it.”

 

Quatre was very impressed. Heero was like an encyclopedia of knowledge when it came to the martial arts. “Wow. That means we're heading to Duo's house after classes huh. Right after we get that movie to watch.”

 

Duo just smiled at his friends and turned back to his boyfriend. He was getting shivers watching Wufei call out commands. He couldn't wait to get home so Wufei could command him.

 

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Let me tell you a story….

 

Once upon a time, there lived a young man who longed for freedom and the finer things in life. As a very young child, he was considered a genius by most standards. It was only logically since his family gave him the very best that he would strive to return the favor. Each day his parents felt they were blessed to receive such a brilliant child. As the boy grew, he never lacked for anything but like every child that reaches puberty, his views changed drastically. Soon, dreams filled with freedom and fulfillment changed into much darker, more solid aspirations. He craved for things those other young men his age would require and could acquire. Soon, the secluded shy boy transformed himself into a force to be reckoned with, a sexual icon worshipped within upper circles of social status. The boy now a young man thought he had achieved his wishes; his dreams of freedom and fulfillment were filled with each drink or warm body he caressed so languidly. Within his liquor of lust, he thought he could rule the world.

 

But as with all fairy tales, there is always a moral and just like the turn of a coin, one particular day in the young man's world would turn his entire life upside down.

 

Like all players of the game, the young man had forgotten the rules of sexual play. For each passionate kiss, there was also an exchange of feelings. For each caress down a shapely hip, broken promises laid like wasteful ink-stained papers for the wind to catch for the trash. For one unprotected journey into paradise, every door did not lead into nirvana leaving behind the hopelessly victims filled with pain, sickness and betrayal. The young man had forgotten the consequences of the delectable acts.

 

A very tired but beautiful woman appeared at his doorstep, the night before he was about to leave for college. She stood so calmly when he opened the door with a very unusual gift wrapped warmly in a blanket for the young man. Within her pale lithe arms, slept a child; a beautiful boy child with a head covered with bronze colored ringlets and rosy cheeks. The mysterious woman, known to the young man as one of his many one-night stands, didn't say a word but she looked at him with distain and scorn. It was only suppose to be for one night like most of his reckless relationships. Bitterness bloomed over her face. She was never supposed to become pregnant and yet she couldn't kill the growing child within her womb since it was too late to abort when she found out. She didn't want a child so early in life. She wanted to have fun and was determined to live her life. She couldn't have a baby around her it would ruin her reputation. What would her high society friends think? Now she didn't want to think and she brought her misery to the only one that caused it. The woman looked once at the young man, handed over the child and left him standing on his porch with his mouth wide open. Though there were tears in her eyes, she would never look back.

 

Now the young man had a problem, a very big problem. What was he going to do? Dreams began to rip before his eyes. With all his intelligence and a promised life filled with scholarships up to his neck to any school he wanted, the young man was not prepared for the tiny bundle within his shivering arms. The young man felt like panicking, feeling his life stop because of a night of sexual escapades. It was not that he didn't want the child; he wanted to wait until he was well established and married in his own home. In a mere moment, his life was ruined.

 

Or was it? The answer to his problem would be solved by a simple sacrifice.

 

Fearing for her only son's future, the mother of the young man gently took the child from her son's arms. She gently pulled the blanket away from the infant's face and gasped in astonishment. He was beautiful, this bastard child of her son. The mother looked up, and caressed her only son's face. She told her son that there was no need to worry because the child would be raised correctly, with its grandparents. The mother did not want her only child to stop striving for his dreams. She thought the blame belong on both her and her husband. Maybe she spoiled her child too much and let him indulge a little too much. Guilt would no longer play a role anymore in their lives. Their son would continue on with his life but now the goals of the young man had changed yet again. No longer would greed and sexually fulfillment lead his footsteps. He had something priceless he had to work towards…a future for his son.

 

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Treize was typing away on his laptop, his bronze colored hair shifting with each movement along the keys. It was a wonder he was blessed with such a color of hair a rich mix of crimson and gold but he thought nothing of it. He looked up from the living room couch where he currently situated with the television off when he heard the door open and close. He looked up over his shoulder and smiled. Four young men were entering the house. It's been a little while since his house was filled up with the sounds of good people. Marie was currently running down the stairs like a maniac and racing towards the door at the moment knowing that Duo would not be alone like he usually was. No. Today was going to be another special day in the Khushrenada household. Treize brushed a hand through his thick bronze locks and stared real hard at a certain ebony haired lad who just entered the house and locked the door behind him quietly. Curiously, Treize watched as Wufei shyly walked to the closest chair by the door and sat down. It had been two weeks since Duo had introduced Wufei to Treize officially as his boyfriend and Treize was still getting used to it. It seemed Wufei was still being cautious toward the elder sibling.

 

A lone bronze eyebrow raised slyly as Treize watched Duo leave the living room to go into the kitchen for refreshments. Just common courtesy for guests and whenever Duo went, Quatre was not far behind him if the need was there. Treize focused away from the kitchen and centered on the two Asians sitting quietly in the room. Heero was currently messing with his cell phone checking out some text message on a liquid display while Wufei picked up a magazine to read. Treize didn't understand. Wasn't it “a god giving rule” that elder brothers had to tease their younger brothers when they officially brought someone home to meet his/her family? The older man smirked for a moment; mentally calculating just how fast it would take his younger brother to return back into the living room if he started his integration. It was time to start with a certain Chinese teenager. “So Mr. Chang…”

 

Wufei blinked dark chocolate eyes cautiously from his magazine at Duo's brother. He did not like that look in the older man's eyes, recognizing that mischievous look from his own brother. “Wufei, sir. It's Wufei.”

 

“Wufei…” Treize replied, savoring each syllabus while he was snickering inside. He had to admit that Wufei was beautiful. The elder brother, Xi-shen, was also a very handsome young man. Damn Shen for being happily married and Duo to have Wufei. What was it with all these dark haired sex gods around him? It wasn't fair. It was bad enough he was celibate. Oh well. Treize sighed. There was someone Treize hadn't thought about in a while when his life was back in order, if five years was counted as a considerable amount of time. “So, what did you guys do today?”

 

“Well, we got some good news about Duo. I will let him tell you when he gets back and this afternoon I began teaching him self defense.”

 

Treize blinked surprised. “Self defense?”

 

“Yes, Mr. Khushrenada. We wouldn't want anything happening to Duo so Heero and I are teaching him self-defense.”

 

“Behave, Treize.”

 

Treize turned around from that growled response and saw a very pissed Duo. There it was! Just the face he wanted. This was going to be fun. “Hello, baby brother. Did you bring snacks for me or just your guests?”

 

“Treize?!?!” Duo yelled embarrassed. “Don't even start. I know your game so don't do it!”

 

Treize blinked his big blue-eyes innocently. “Game? What ever are you talking about it, baby brother?”

 

The right side of Duo's mouth twitched. He knew Treize's game. Here he was after all this time to finally have an actual boyfriend/lover even if they didn't go all the way yet. Duo thought everything would be fine, right? Wrong! Treize, being the very overprotective brother that Duo knew he was, was currently eyeing Wufei like a science project. If Treize had his way, he would get a police check on Wufei from the moment the young man was conceived. Wufei was taking everything like a trooper but how long would that even last? They just got together, dammit! No brother was going to spoil Duo's pleasant mood.

 

“Anyway, Duo.” Treize smirked when he didn't get a response. “Wufei said you had some good news?”

 

Whoops. Duo had totally let that slip his mind. “Oh! Yeah!! Dr. Noin said my tutoring was over and now I can graduate on time. Isn't that great?”

 

“Oh?” Now Treize looked pissed.

 

Duo didn't like that look on Treize's face. “What's wrong?”

 

Treize frowned and then his bottom lip popped out as he pouted. “How could Wufei know about this before me?!?!?”

 

Quatre rolled his eyes at the pitiful scene and walked over to Treize, knowing what the man was up to. “You really love your brother, don't you? Even if you already knew me and Wufei were his tutors?”

 

Treize just stuck out his lip more. “Like that mattered.”

 

A loud growl erupted from the side of the room and a large pillow sailed across, smacking Treize upside his head. All eyes were on Duo, who was at the moment was panting in angry with wisps of hair falling over his heart shaped face while glaring directly at his elder brother.

 

Unbelievable! The bronze haired man looked up in shock and disbelief. Treize could not believe it. His own brother hit him with a pillow in front of his guest, a very big pillow. Marie just blinked speechless yet amazed at Duo's boldness. She wondered how her father would reiterate. She wouldn't have to wait long. Not phased one bit by Duo's rudeness, Treize quietly stood from his spot and grabbing a side pillow from the couch. Slowly he stalked over to his brother and stared him right in the eye. He then smacked his younger brother flat in the face.

 

And that was when all hell broke loose.

 

Pillows erupted from all sides of the living room as an explosion the likes you had never seen. Thank goodness they were strong enough from the impact but that didn't stop the hilariousness of the situation as the pillows were flying from one side to the room and back again. Heero, Wufei and Quatre just sat calmly on the couch not interfering. Marie was looking off on the side looking at the two brothers running from one side of the room banging each other senseless. The sight was very amusing to the teenagers. Hair was flying everywhere especially from Duo's braid. Shaking his head at his boyfriend's antics, Wufei was just about to reach for the remote to turn on the television when a stray pillow bounced off the top of his head. He turned quickly to yell at the culprit but both Duo and Treize were whistling as if neither did anything wrong. Marie just snickered from her safe spot and decided to join the guys on the couch. She flopped down besides Quatre, who in turn, wrapped his arms around the little girl. Marie then picked up the remote and flicked on the television.

 

“I thought we were going to watch that movie?” Quatre questioned when he saw Wufei growl like a pissed off dragon as he got up, grabbing a pillow off the chair and stalked over towards the known culprits.

 

Apparently, Wufei had other things on his mind. “Who did it?”

 

Both Duo and Treize blinked innocently, neither one willing to admit their guilt.

 

Wufei glared. “That's okay…because I'm an expert at pillow fights and the next one that does hit me…gets it.”

 

A lone chestnut eyebrow rose daringly while said owner smirked. “Oh? Did you hear that Treize…Fei-Fei making threats.”

 

Treize smiled devilishly and laughed. Wufei never had chance because in less than five seconds he was doubled teamed on both sides by both brothers and tackled behind the couch while Heero, Quatre and Marie watched the movie ignoring them.

 

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The story continues….

 

The young man smiled at his mother, thanking her and helped find a room close by for his son. The next morning, the young man left with a heavy heart and yet this had taught him a lesson. He then left his home and ventured into a new world, a world filled with new people and a college life. Days flew by quickly and soon months were filled with classes, exams and phone calls. Every day, the young man would call home wanting to hear the soft cooing of his growing son. His mother sent pictures every week so he could see the boy growing up happily. He would also send letters, questioning his son's well being. He eventually got a part time job to gain experience as well as a sense that his little bit of income was helping towards his son's future.

 

He worked so hard in college, caring only about finishing because of his son. All of his dreams were filled of what his child was doing and what the little boy should learn next. While other students went to parties for entertainment, he preferred a quiet life. Sure there were women in his life but he had learned his lessons well. He would now use his head and only socializing for friendship and companionship. When it came to relationship, he wasn't ready for a deep relationship only wanting to find the perfect person.

 

He graduated from college cum laude and soon was on his way with his dreams in a prestigious company, which he landed the moment he graduated. Everything was perfect. He had a beautiful son and loving parents who stood besides him every step of the way. Life could get no better than this…but…was it? The young man was now a man and even though his dreams were coming true, something was missing from his life. Even his sexual satisfaction was slowly loosing its acquired taste. He didn't know what to do, as he sat at his desk as the manager. He sighed, looking down at the list of entrants for the position.

 

One look would change his life forever.

 

Life, that seemed so boring, would change like day and night. Blue eyes looked up as his office door opened and closed. Life began…when he met her. There was a woman standing nervously at the closed door waiting for a statement to come in. She was breathtaking. Standing at five six, the young lady began walking slowly into the office after he simply nodded his head. Seems she came for the position. The man didn't know that his breath had stopped short. He didn't realize that he was staring at the young woman instead of her resume.

 

There was no way to describe it. There was an angel standing before him. The heavens must have been screaming to lose such a precious thing. No woman could be that beautiful. Large eyes stared down at him, pupils dilating to absorb more light. They were an odd coloring in fact, they looked like blue and yet they didn't. More like a weird purple color. Her face had high cheekbones and was in the shape of a heart. His eyes drunk in the woman's features down to her hands and noticed their pale coloring, pale roses mixed with cream. She looked like she belonged within the secret garden of a forbidden city. But what was truly amazing, truly remarkable was her hair. He had many women but never had he seen a woman with that hair color. Was that what they called chestnut? Three colors blended so perfectly they appeared as one color.

 

He didn't understand it but the man wanted to touch her. He tried so hard to maintain an image of corporal formality but never had he felt such intensity towards something. He shook his head, staring at the resume. His eyes popped out of his head. He couldn't believe it. There was a brilliant mind within that luscious body.

 

For the first time in his life, Damien Khushrenada fell in love at first sight.

 

The young woman was hired on the spot and soon she because a valued employee at the company. Her status rose as quickly as his within the company and soon jokes were made against the two, dubbing them the prince and princess of the firm. Kahia Williams was slowly becoming his equal.

 

They shared many projects together, working diligently and for long hours. Damien had never saw a woman with such aggressiveness and yet embraced an innocence of life that he wished he understand. Neither had Damien attempted to make a pass toward Kahia. He respected her too much.

 

But his efforts did not go unnoticed.

 

One particular project, a heated argument began between Kahia and Damien over something silly. Something about missing numbers on the analysis. Kahia stated the numbers were a needed factor to perfect the calculation and should be added while Damien rolled his eyes, stating the information was miscellaneous data and shouldn't be included. Their associates had long left for their own homes, leaving the two workaholics still arguing with each other. It was currently one in the morning and time was starting to take it toll on the two. Kahia placed her head on the desk exhausted while Damien was staring out at the window, staring downward into the empty streets.

 

“Damien”

 

The handsome man turned quietly towards Kahia. “Hmmnnn?”

 

“You know. We are at a standstill. Why don't we compromise a bit?”

 

“I'm listening.”

 

“But are you really?”

 

Damien looked over his shoulder curiously, wondering what Kahia meant by that. “Excuse me?”

 

Kahia sat up, leaning heavily on her hands that were propped up under her chin. “Are you really listening?”

 

Damien just stared at her.

 

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“If I could have your heart
I sho would love ya
I love you more
Than I could love myself
Mountain high or the valley low
You have no idea just how far I'd go
Hey yeah

I go put on my good clothes
And I sing and dance
I take the time
I take the chance
I'll make ya laugh
I'll make you cry
I'm a tell you like this
If you ask me why

It's all because I love ya
I do
I got to be necessary to you
Hope your eyes are wide open
You'll see
That your love is necessary
To me

A pencil was taping along with the music as the sounds vibrated from the little speaker occupying the small bit of space on the cluttered desk. An ebony haired, light-eyed man was listening contently with his eyes closed while humming along with the music. Brandy's newest album was currently in his computer. He had converted it to mp3 format a while ago but today was the actual day he listened to the entire album. The name of the album was also catchy—“Afrodisiac”—Kinda of inspiring, if you asked him. The music was smooth and it seemed to relax him. He needed it since he was going through relationship problems again. Jais'n McNeil shouldn't complain. He was a top agent in his field and he had a great job where he didn't have to track all over the place like he used to. The only drawback was mounds and mounds of paperwork.

 

Yes. Boring little ole him…he prayed he didn't become like his mother. His days of excitement were over. His last big case, the Khushrenada case, was his crowning glory. After five years, he still was curious about the whereabouts of the sons—Duo and…Treize.

 

Treize. Jais'n was really interested in him and his current life. Did the golden redhead get remarried by now? How was the baby…or rather little girl? She should be around five or six by now. There was an attraction between them but Jais'n always stated of never mixing business with pleasure. Treize made him forget that fact and the consequences resulting in one night of indescribable pleasure. Five years had passed and still he remembered him. He had never been the same since that day.

 

“Yo Jai.”

 

Jais'n, with his beautiful slanted eyes, looked up at the man who was occupying air space in his room. The man was currently waving his hand in front of his face though he was looking right at him. “What?”

 

“Whoa! Don't bite my head off!” Jais'n rolled his eyes as the man continued. “Chief wants to know if you are going to the raffle.”

 

“Naah.” Jai pulled open his side drawer to pull out his headphones. “Got to do something after work and I'm not wasting my money on who Alex is sleeping with now.”

 

The red haired man snickered. “But the odds are so good, man. I thought him and Iason were going at it but knowing Riki, that ain't happened. Riki is very possessive over Iason.”

 

Jais'n grumbled. He so did not want to know about the current office gossip about the office sluts…er…romances going on and around him. “Look, Ron. You should be happy you are married, got a beautiful wife and kids. Don't get involved with those nutcases. Anyway, how's Harry and Dray doing?”

 

“Fine. They finally have a surrogate mother to have the baby with. I don't believe they've been together five years now.”

 

“Yeah.” Jais'n smiled in remembrance. That was a wedding to remember. “I'm proud of those two.”

 

Samantha, Jais'n's personal secretary, was buzzing twice on line two on Jais'n phone when he needed a warning when a certain member of the office was roaming around and just like clockwork, a large burly man was stomping from down the hall towards his office yelling out loud in the hallway.

 

“Ronald Weasley! Where the hell are you?!”

 

Ron smirked at Jais'n and ran to the closest hiding place, which happened to be the coat closet. He whispered to Jais'n before he locked the door. “I'm not here.”

 

Jais'n just raised one of his dark eyebrows in confusion.

 

“Jai!” The burly man slapped his hand against the door to get Jais'n attention. The man happened to be the chief of the division, grumbled his way into Jais'n's office. “Have you seen Weasley? He didn't put his choice in the raffle and why haven't you yet?”

 

Jais'n was about to say something when his phone rang. “Federal Bureau of Investigation, New Hope division, Lt. McNeil speaking.” “Okay, I'll be down in a minute” He hung up the phone. “Can't talk, chief, got a visitor from an old friend.”

 

“Oh…Okay. We'll talk later.” Chief walked over to the closet. “And Weasley…” He turned directly at the closet with Jais'n trying to hold back his laughter. “I expect your money in fifteen minutes.”

 

Jais'n almost fell to the floor in laughter when he heard a grumble in his closet. The chief smirked and left Jais'n to his own devices. Jais'n walked over to his closet, opened the door and judging from the expression on Ron's face, broke down and laughed outright. Ron couldn't help laughing along with him.

 

“I'll see you later, Jai. I better go so the chief can tear me apart properly.”

 

“You'll be okay, Ron.” Jais'n then exited his office while Ron went the opposite direction. The Bureau was busy today. Computers were humming and massive sheets of bond paper were spitting out of the network printer for various assignments.

 

Ah…the life of an officer of government. Jais'n loved his desk job and he wouldn't trade it for the world. He had made the move after that one night with Treize. He wanted stability, a family…. hope. He wanted that with someone. He thought he had it with that one person who made his heart flutter and yet was in the witness protection program. With the love he felt for the golden redhead, Jais'n knew that to be with Treize would be a security risk. At least Jais'n knew where the family was but he would never let anyone hurt them.

 

After five years of failed romances, Jais'n still craved the intelligent bronze haired man. As sure as his hair was black, Jais'n never was ashamed of who, what he was or a question about his orientation. He was bisexual, plain and simple. It was nothing to be ashamed of; it just made things interesting when it came to relationships. His ancestors on his mother's side would be rolling in their graves but he didn't care. Love was love in his book and he knew he had feeling for Treize Khushrenada and would until the day he died.

 

Jais'n sighed, wishing for ease to his heartache. Five years may have lessened the pain but it didn't help you forget. The dark haired man could never forget the way Treize made him feel no matter how many lovers he had since that one time shared between them.

 

His footstep led him past the twins, passed the office of Iason Whingate and his partner, Riki Nagano, and passed the visiting officers from New York, Dee and his husband, Ryo. They were there visiting a couple of friends from their own department.

 

Jasi'n finally arrived at the front clerk desk. “Hey Irma! Did a Miss Kahia Maxim arrive yet?”

 

Irma, a pretty redhead with an attitude to match, looked at Jais'n like he had grown another head. “Excuse me?”

 

Jais'n frowned. They clearly had hired the wrong receptionist again. Damn woman was more concerned with shades of nail polish rather than visitors. “I said did a Miss Maxim arrive yet. I just received a phone call she was in the front.”

 

Irma looked at Jais'n confused and checked her appointment book lying on the side of her desk next to the cotton balls. She quickly skimmed down the list and said in an arrogant voice, “Like I said. No. I didn't call you but that is odd…”

 

Jais'n was about to chew off the woman's head for her insolence when a beautiful woman with a lavender suit walked or rather clinked her way from the front door, directly towards the receptionist desk. All of a sudden all conversations within the entire bureau stopped. Even the receptionist froze. It was weird as hell. Jais'n looked around the office and it was as if everyone was in suspended animation. The woman continued to walk towards him and his first instinct was to go for his gun. His hand was slyly reaching behind into his holster as the woman approached.

 

The woman just smiled as the sounds of her heels echoed against the ground. She saw the officer with the dark hair and light eyes reaching for something and she continued smiling. This was the one her eldest son belonged with. She continued onward and before he could pull out his gun, she was standing in front of the receptionist desk. “Good afternoon, Mr. McNeil.”

 

Jais'n could not believe what he was seeing. This woman bared a striking resemblance to someone he knew…it was uncanny. His mind was in shock from what he was seeing and rather than try to understand…he shut down. Light blue eyes bugged out of their sockets before the owner of said eyes fainted to the floor in a heap.

 

The woman smiled. “Yes, Mr. McNeil. I have plans for you.”

 

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The birds were singing a little bit too happy today as Damien left for his job that morning. He prayed the rest of the day continued on like it began. Today was very important. He didn't want anything to mess up or any problems for his important task.

 

Why was today special? It would be the day he would ask for Kahia's hand in marriage. He had planned it out. The flowers were expected around noon to a secret location in the building and since Kahia loved strawberries, he had a special cheesecake already hidden in one of the refrigerator in the main cafeteria kitchen. He was prepared for everything, except for the possibility that she might say no.

 

Damien blushed as he remembered the conversation they had eight months ago. The night of the Skooly project. When she asked him the weirdest question…”Are you listening?” Apparently, that was the first of many conversations shared between them and they weren't only during working hours. Talks over coffee led to group lunches and those led to private lunches and soon dinner entered the picture. It wasn't long before the mere thought of being separate began to hurt.

 

Damien was always a perfect gentleman though mentally he was frustrated as hell. No woman ever made him feel like Kahia did. At first, he thought it was lust until he realized the number of showers he preferred over voicing his pain to his beloved. Kahia discovered this little fact one night while they were watching movies with friends at Damien's parents house.

 

Everyone was laughing and Kahia, who's hands were on Damien's knee, had leaned in a little too close to her boyfriend and felt the shudder run through from the tension on his leg. Kahia stopped laughing abruptly. She turned to her boyfriend confused by his reaction. Damien was scarlet, his cheeks, neck and ears were blazing with heat of embarrassment and his hands were firmly clasped in this lap hiding a waking intruder. Looking downward, Damien discretely rose from his seat; excusing himself saying he had to check on the food he was reheating at the moment. Kahia watched him leave and quietly followed behind him. She found him in the refrigerator sticking his head in, leaning over the door as he tried to cool off.

 

“You don't have to do that, Dee.”

 

“Yes. I do.”

 

Kahia snickered. “So…I do get you hot under the collar.”

 

Damien pulled his head out of the freezer. “That's an understatement, Lia.”

 

“Well it about time, you told me. I was getting bored with your niceness.”

 

Damien's blue eyes popped out of his sockets. “What?!”

 

Kahia laughed out right. “I may be a virgin in body, Mr. Khushrenada but mentally I could blow your mind. My innocence is only a technically and it seems you have a problem.”

 

When Damien and Kahia returned to the living room fifteen minutes later, Damien had the biggest smile on his gorgeous face.

 

Damien smiled in remembrance as he reached his office door and closed the door shut.

 

Yes…today was going to be a beautiful day….

 

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Treize was standing quietly by the window gazing out at Wufei and Duo while they were relaxing in the backyard. The sun had already set and evening was soon coming to the quiet town. His daughter was out there with them. Marie just could not leave Duo and his new found love alone for a minute. She was determined to protect her uncle in her own personal way by being the ultimate brat.

 

Treize smirked. He had trained her well.

 

Something was said among them and Treize's eyes widened in amusement when Duo rose from his seat and started to chase Marie around the swings while Wufei sat in his own chair laughing at them. Treize watched as Wufei causally got up from his chair and grabbed Duo around his waist just as the chestnut haired lad flew around the swings. It was just before Duo could grab the annoying little girl. Off on the sidelines, Marie was jumping up and down like a victorious champion. Treize smiled. It was adorable…their little family. He just had one problem….Wufei or rather what Wufei represented.

 

He continued watching the interaction of his brother and boyfriend together. Wufei was holding on to Duo like a precious jewel through Duo was fighting his way like a alley cat to get out of his arms, his lithe arms flailing trying to grab his goal namely Marie. His daughter was currently taunting her uncle. Treize couldn't help but notice the strength that it took to hold on to Duo as he watched muscles indent against dark clothing wishing for just a glimpse. “Damn! That boy is built!” He yelled in the room.

 

Okay. This was just so wrong on so many levels. Treize moved away from the window not understanding the feeling of jealousy towards his younger brother. He shouldn't be feeling this way but he was. Lately as he watched the television or went to his job for an in-person conference, watching all the different couples around him, temptation was blaring a message and it was starting to wear on him. He had sacrificed so much for his brother and now when it came to the point of Duo beginning again….Treize felt a little lost.

 

Treize pouted. He already knew the solution to his problem. He was lonely or rather he needed to get laid. He had dedicated his life to his family and he would continue to do so but now he needed to address his problems and his needs. He turned back towards the window, gazing again at the children he loved so dear. His breath was almost caught.

 

Duo and Wufei were doing something, something that looked like a silent dance but was actually Tai chi. Treize knew about it from that movie they finally sat down to watch after Duo and him finished attacking Wufei. The two boys flowed beautifully together. When Duo missed a step, Wufei stopped and came behind him and adjusted it. Duo would look at him with such devotion and admiration and then they would begin again. Even Marie began to imitate the boys, matching Wufei's steps and smiling as she did it.

 

Treize's blue eyes trailed over to the phone. One person popped in his mind and through five years had passed; it seemed like minute for Treize. “Jais'n…” The beautiful sounds flowed from his lips like the symmetry of music. “He's probably forgotten about me. It would be silly for me to even bring him up.” One night of absolute bliss…Treize had never felt like that again not even with a woman. “This is nonsense.” He cleared his throat for a second. “I'd better start dinner for everyone.” The bronze haired man slowly walked towards his kitchen, quietly out of the living room while his thoughts focused on his longing heart.

 

Never realizing that if you wish hard enough…that they sometimes come true.

 

TBC

 

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Author's note: I don't freaking believe this! I actually finished another chapter of this story!! It took me long enough to think of how to end the darn thing with real life, health problems and work. I think I messed with this chapter so much because I didn't know how I wanted to end it and I just now got inspired to end it here. I also want to introduce a love interest for Treize. He can't be left out in this story!

 

Jais'n: ^_^ Yes!!! I love this woman!! She's gonna help me get laid!

Sparky: OO Jais'n…I hope that is not all you're thinking about?

Jais'n: But you have to understand….it's like when me and the General…*Duo bopped Jais'n on the head* OUCH

Duo: That's my brother you're talking about!! And why do you call him the General?

Jais'n: *leers at Duo* Can't tell you…you're too young.

Duo: *Squawking* WHAT?!? I'd have you know that…*get a very weird look from Wufei* Uh…Nothing! Anyway, don't talk about my brother like that! As if he is going to be with you again!!!

Wufei: Duo…Why are you blushing and why are you so mad?

Duo: I am not blushing, Wufei! That man wants to sleep with ….I can't say it!! My innocent brother!

Treize: OO Innocent? Little brother…Have you see your niece lately?

Duo: Uh…she's somewhere around here.

Treize: You do realize the work I had to do to get her here right?

Duo: You're making me ill, Niisan!

Jais'n: TREIZE! MY LOVE!! *Tackles Treize and starts rubbing against him like a cat*

Wufei: They do make a cute couple…Er Duo? *Sees Duo going for a chainsaw* DUO?!? Put that down!!! You are overreacting and Treize needs to get laid too!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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