Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Bed of Lies ❯ See No Evil ( Chapter 1 )

Bed of Lies

By Llewlyn

Disclaimer- I own nothing remotely related to Gundam Wing.

Chapter One: See No Evil

A small Chinese boy locked an ornate door behind the receding back of an old man. "Thank Nataku," he muttered. "That was the last one for the night." He reached out unseeing and touched the wall for guidance. Slowly he followed the walls of his home… his prison… his workplace… back to his room, the room he shared with three other boys. He flopped down on the bed that nominally belonged to him and sighed mournfully. How he hated his position in life… on his back.

"Wufei!" a harsh voice sounded from the doorway. "Where's the money from tonight?"

Heero- his pimp. Wufei was a whore. A prostitute. Whatever. He didn't walk the streets and he didn't work in the common stews- no. He was a whore among whores, residing in a sumptuous mansion with three other boys his age, and their master, himself not any older than them, and Wufei made more money in one night than most people made in a month.

"I'll get it, Heero," Wufei said tiredly. He reached into the front pocket of his supple leather shirt for the huge wad of cash… about twenty thousand dollars, all told… and held it out for Heero to take. The boy did, sticking it in his own pocket.

"Good. Any injuries?" Heero asked clinically. It didn't do when one of his whores had marks that the other clients didn't like… and the next day, Wufei was going to be entertaining one of their most important guests- all day. It would be the biggest take of the month for Wufei, so he needed to be in top shape.

"None that might make anyone unhappy," he said coolly. "Just a bruise or two."

"Good. Kushrenada is coming tomorrow. He'll be here all day, then stay the night. See that you get my money." Heero turned on his heel and vanished back into the shadows.

"I'll get it," Wufei muttered, rising and reaching out to touch the wall for a guide to another room.

Because Wufei was blind.

He walked swiftly to the only other room in the vast mansion that had any sign of being his... the room that was actually Treize's for when he came. Treize was the only customer he wanted... was the only man he wanted. His customer for merely a year, since he'd come to the brothel on the hill, the mansion called Gundam House. His lover for eleven months, since their first meeting.

Treize had spared no expense to having the room reserved for him decorated. It was a perfect match of the aristocrat's real bedroom, down to the same species of rose in the vase. It was kept in perfect readiness at all time, fresh roses, clean crimson silk sheets, and small personal items- a small shoe, peeking out from under the large bed, a black hair tie left carelessly on the desk... things that made it look real. Things that made it look like Wufei actually did live with Treize, not just slept with him occasionally and always then with the omnipresent stench of money hanging over them.

Wufei smiled as he opened the door to Treize's room and slipped inside, closing it once more behind him. He stepped more confidently then, knowing that the floor was kept clear of any hazards out of respect for his lack of sight. He removed his shirt and pants, dropping them beside the dark red comforter that spilled artfully onto the floor, and climbed under the covers, black hair falling about his face as he settled into the sheets, pretty face buried in the pillows that smelled like Treize.

A few hours later, morning sun peeking through fine drapes and crossing the floor to trail across the bed, Treize stepped silently into the large room. He, too, smiled as he entered, seeing his small lover asleep in the bed that was theirs whenever he had the time to make it theirs. He walked over to the boy and sat beside him on the bed, leaning down to brush his lips over his forehead. "Wufei... my dragon... wake up, sleeping beauty, you're wasting our precious time together!"

Wufei stirred and smiled, opening his sightless eyes. "Hi..."

"Hi..." Treize slid his arm around Wufei's slender waist and pulled him up closer. "Good morning, lover." Wufei wrapped his arms around Treize's shoulders. "Good morning, lover," he replied, kissing Treize's neck.

"Sleep well? You looked adorable there this morning."

Wufei laughed and nuzzled his lover and friend's neck. "That's not fair to say that since I can't say the same for you." He moved so he could `see' Treize's face and lightly touched his skin, trailing over his features. "But you feel as beautiful as ever." Treize smiled and closed his eyes, letting Wufei feel his face. He leaned in again, pressing his lips to the Chinese boy's. Wufei let him, flicking his tongue over Treize's lips. They stayed like that for a long while, kissing softly. Eventually Treize pressed him back into the soft bed, running one large hand down his side.

Pulling back for air, Wufei grinned. "You're wearing too many clothes, Treize," he purred, his hand trailing down Treize's back suggestively.

"Are you hinting something, dragon?"

"Of course." Treize chuckled and bit Wufei's lower lip teasingly.

"Alright." The tall nobleman pulled back and swiftly undressed, undoing the myriads of buttons and fastenings that held his stuffy, aristocratic clothes in place. Moments later, his naked body was pressing Wufei's much smaller one into the soft bedsheets. "Is this better, my love?"

"Much." Wufei kissed Treize hungrily, black eyes shut. "God, I love you."

Treize smiled and pressed his lips to the Chinese boy's closed eyelids tenderly. "I love you, too." He gently kissed each inch of his lover's face. "My beautiful boy. My precious, darling Dragon." Slowly, he nudged Wufei's thighs apart with his knee while he reached for a small glass bottle of oil that smelled of roses when opened. He poured half the contents of the bottle onto his lover's toned stomach, then set it aside again. Wufei purred as the aristocrat began to massage the oil into his skin, strong hands working it over the boy's body before moving it down towards the soft black curls that surrounded the base of his rapidly hardening length. "I see my beauty is happy to see me," Treize teased, wrapping oil-slick fingers around Wufei's shaft.

"Treize... don't tease..." Wufei gasped, arching into his lover's touch. "It's been too long. Please, love!"

"As you wish, Wufei." Treize kissed the writhing boy beneath him and moved back for a moment to admire his lover. Wufei's gold skin glistened with the rose-scented oil, gleaming in the light of the morning sun, his lithe young body trembling with desire. Gently Treize placed Wufei's feet against the bed so his thighs were parted and his puckered entrance was exposed. He poured the remaining oil onto his hand and carefully prepared the panting boy, though his body had been conditioned to take without such tender mercies. "My god, you're so perfect," Treize whispered as he coated his length with the remaining oil and slowly began to penetrate Wufei's body.

"Treize..." Wufei gasped passionately, his ebony eyes flying open as he was speared on his lover and patron's length. For once, his desire and pleasure were unfeigned and artless, the passion he felt for the man slowly impaling him genuine. His hands clutched at his lover's back and he kissed Treize's neck lovingly as he pushed his hips against the older man's in an attempt to feel him deeper inside himself.

"Beautiful... Perfect... Mine..." Treize murmured as he came to a halt, fully seated inside his young lover's body. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the skin above Wufei's rapidly beating heart. "Mine," he repeated, and withdrew only to surge forward again. The exotic beauty arched wildly against Treize, crying out sharply in pleasure. Treize was panting softly as well as he set a rhythm that drew out their coupling, thrusting deeply into Wufei's body and sending them both spiraling into ecstasy.

It was over too soon for their liking, with Wufei screaming in pleasure and releasing onto their toned stomachs and Treize spending his seed deep inside his beloved's body. Panting, the tall brunette collapsed beside Wufei and gathered him close. "You are the most wonderful creature to walk the earth, my beloved Dragon," he whispered, gently tucking loose, sweat-dampened strands of raven-hued silk behind Wufei's ear. "I want you so badly. I can't get enough of you." He kissed Wufei lovingly and the boy responded willingly, his small hands cupping Treize's face as their lips met. "You're worth every damn penny..."

"Don't say that, Treize," Wufei murmured, closing blind eyes as though to shut out the thought that the next day, he'd be spreading his legs for some smelly old man. He didn't want to remember that he slept with anyone but Treize. "Please? Don't talk about what I do."

"I'm sorry, Wufei. I just wish I could buy your contract from that bastard. Then you'd be free from this." Wufei sighed and rolled over in Treize's arms, presenting his back to his lover.

"He'll never sell it. You've asked before... god, just stop talking about it."

Treize sighed and gently kissed the back of Wufei's neck. "Darling, you know it hurts me to see you here. I want to free you from this place. We could be together, then."

"I know, I know! You think that I don't realize that?" Wufei snapped, curling up on himself. "I pray every night that something will happen to Heero, and then I won't have to work here any more. But it's not going to happen! I can't even hope that the police will shut this place down, since so many important people come here! They pay Heero to pay the police so they aren't discovered visiting a brothel occupied entirely by underage boys. All the cops are on the take. God knows I've fucked some of them to keep this place running." Wufei hated himself for saying this. He knew that Heero was taping the room's occupants, their activities and conversation, and that he'd be punished for saying this, but didn't care. "I've got five more years on my contract. Then I'll be out of here."

Treize frowned and hugged Wufei tightly to him. "I'm sorry, love. I'm going to try again tomorrow. If not, run away with me. I can hide you from him. Or I can report this place to authorities that aren't being paid by Heero, that care about the welfare of children."

"And what'll happen to me then? I'll get sent to some foster home, and I'll never get to see you. You'd probably be arrested for coming here, and there's no way that any of them would believe that I love you, and that I'm sleeping with you because I want to... Treize, I can't leave. I've got to stay and fulfil my contract. By then, I'll be an adult and we'll be able to be together legally and without Heero's shadow over us. Don't try and talk to Heero. It'll just upset him!" Wufei rolled over again, blind eyes wide with entreaty. "It's better if we just stay here as client and whore until I'm free."

"You deserve better than this, dammit!" Treize said, glaring at his small lover. "You're only sixteen. You're not even old enough to be having sex yet, and yet you're basically a slave! Let me try and get you out of here!"

"Haven't you been listening to me?" Wufei yelled, pulling away from Treize and getting off the bed to pace. He didn't have to worry about tripping, but he was still careful even in his anger. "It'd just make things worse for me if you try! Give up, Treize, I can't leave until I'm 21!" He stormed over to the desk and sat down, burying his face in his arms. His shoulders shook brokenly with suppressed emotion, and Treize's heart was jerked inside his chest as he watched his beautiful lover tremble. "I want to be free, love, but I can't run away! He'll find me, and then he'll punish me and the other boys, just to make a point. I'm sorry, Treize..."

Treize moved from the bed to stand behind Wufei, wrapping strong arms around the boy's trembling form. "No, darling. I'm the one who needs to be sorry. I shouldn't have insisted. I'll be patient. I'll wait for you, beloved. Come back to bed now, and get some sleep." Without waiting for an answer, he gathered the boy into his arms from the chair and carried him over to the luxurious bed like a child. Wufei sniffed slightly, trying to calm himself.

"Treize, there's fresh supplies in the bathroom," he said once his lover had set him down. "I think there's new oil- orange blossom- and new candles." Treize smiled and kissed Wufei softly.

"Would you rather relax there, Dragon?" Treize asked, smiling. Wufei nodded his assent and Treize once more lifted Wufei into his arms. Wufei wrapped his legs around Treize's waist and kissed him deeply as he was carried to the large bathroom. The matter of his freedom was set aside for the time being, and as they settled into the grand tub, the room lit only by the dozens of candles surrounding the tub and the sink, the water perfumed with the gentle scent of orange blossoms, Wufei and Treize met as lovers once more.

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In a second story room that only he had access to, Heero chuckled sadistically. Wufei had once more managed to bring in a stunning amount of money at once, and at the same time had averted Treize's impassioned pleas for his contract. He would never let the Chinese boy go before his contract was over, and after two years, he wasn't even half way there. Mentally the teen calculated the amount of money he could earn from Treize alone over the next five years. At ten thousand dollars an hour, or a million for a full day, which was a slightly higher price for Treize than for other patrons, and another ten grand per month for upkeep of the room, Wufei usually earned him a dazzling sum of approximately one and a half million dollars a month. Times twelve got him eighteen million a year, and that sum times 5 was 90 million. From one patron alone, no less.

This was cause for celebration. Heero picked up a phone that lay beside him on the security system console and was connected via internal lines to the room his workers shared. A perky, sweet voice answered. Smirking wickedly, the brothel owner and multi-millionaire summoned Quatre to his office for a quick fuck. Sometimes it was good to be bad.

Author's notes- Wow. This one has been on a back burner since, oh, I dunno, CHRISTMAS!?! I thought I'd never touch it again, and suddenly, here I am. It's not my favorite piece I've written, but it's better than some of my other crap. Reviews are quite welcome! Please, C&C sends me happily to the keyboard to write more!

Next chapter- Trowa has an encounter with a favored patron and a not-so-well-liked patron, and the rest of the boys are introduced!