Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blue Eyed Angel ❯ An Act of Shame ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter: 1

School was miserable. His mind wouldn't let him forget the high and mighty looks of his peers. He tried to replace his thoughts with music. Like an annoying mosquito the day continued to buzz louder than the bands on the radio. It was nothing big, just a few nicks and picks from the students here and there who wouldn't leave him alone even after school ended. He wished he had better comebacks.

So came the forty-five minute ride home on the city bus. He had to catch it every which way and pick up his sisters from their school and ride to end of their street were they walked home every day. It would be easier to drive except Quatre couldn't drive and besides they sold their parent's car for money.

Whatever keeps the judge satisfied right?

Quatre dropped his bag on the floor and allowed his body to free-fall gracefully on the couch. He groaned tiredly into the pillows.

Immediately Rue started searching the kitchen for pop-tarts or something to snack on. "Quatre, there's nothing to eat," She whined.

"So get a job," he croaked back a bit irritated.

"I'm not the one who has to get a job!" she started getting bossy and dominating like she usually was. Quatre had a hard time claiming authority over his sister when she saw him as an equal for so many years. "I would if the judge said I could because I wouldn't be so lazy!"

"I've had a really bad day, Rue," Quatre hated it when she tried to act older then he was. "And I have tried to get a job, you know I have." It's hard to pick a fight with him when he's quiet.

"I wanna be a baby-sitter." She had gotten the idea from watching the Disney channel. To her imagination every cool big kid was a baby-sitter.

"You do that, but only people I know, alright."

"NO! A REAL baby-sitter!"

`She sounds so whiny' Quatre thought as he lifted his head a little to see her face turning pink. "Too bad," He spoke over the pillow. "There's a lot of freaks and weirdoes in the neighbourhood and I'm not letting you put a sign up down the street saying that a nine-year-old girl will baby-sit and then leave our number and address out for the world to see."

"Well then how will I get customers?" She poked her narrow little hip out and set her fists on her hands, whispering as she talked and sounding falsely irritated.

"Good question. I guess you won't."

"I HATE YOU!" she ran upstairs to the nursery which mother and father had made her and Pearl's bedroom.

"Of course you hate me," Quatre's voice sound a bit more venomous but just as cold. "I won't argue with you that's why you hate me." He felt that not arguing with her made her more angry than arguing with her because if she fought and he didn't fight back then she would feel like a fool. Quatre didn't argue, he'd rather kill her with kindness and be left to his calm atmosphere.

`A job…' the thought haunted him worst then his bad day. He pushed himself to get up and stagger to the fridge where he found a collection of bills cluttered a magnetic, tin basket. He had two days to pay the water bill. For him to mail the money and get to the company in time he would have to mail a fifty-seven dollar bill today. Before Mr. and Mrs. Winner died they had taken advantage of the free water. They took advantage of a lot of free things. Now Quatre had to get it.

He sighed. `I guess we'll have to use the 7-11 bathroom down the street, it's better then using the next door neighbour's who was a drug addict. The house on the other side of theirs was abandoned and more then likely had no plumbing anymore. Other then that they were the only three houses on the block and no other access to a shower or toilet. They didn't know anyone else.

He slumped back on the couch and turned on the T.V. Maybe there would be something on to cheer him up. A commercial on Cash-and-Go flared up in his face making him more discouraged than cheered.

"And we don't ask you why you need the money," the commercial lady with big teeth announced. "So get you Cash and Go." Just what he needed to see, a commercial on loans. He thought about it. A loan was looking pretty good at the moment. Just until he got a job.

He shut off the T.V. immediately and grabbed his jacket. "I'm going to get a loan," he called up the stairs to his sister weather she was listening or not. "Keep the door locked and watch Pearl." He glanced to his baby sister in the corner who came home and went straight to her Winnie the Pooh playground set. "I'll be back in a minute."

"Bubba! Bubba!" Pearl was so fussy.

"Sissy's going to watch you," he told her because now her face was getting red. "She wants to baby-sit anyway."

His legs hurt from walking. He went to a big school whose architects think it was wonderful to have the students cross the street and walk a mile every passing period. But it was a nice day there were no clouds. It's better to walk on a day like this.

He stumbled onto the bus, the address of the Cash-and-Go dented in his brain. He sat next to an old woman knitting there on the plastic blue seat. She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back just to be friendly. He was always friendly. He was always friendly to strangers.

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"What do you mean you won't give me the loan," Quatre yelled at the lady in the window.

"You don't have a driver's license, you are not permitted to get a loan," the lady tried calming him down.

"Why would I need to a driver's license?"

"Because we need to know your age. You have no identification at all."

"What… wh… I… Well what do you think I'm going to spend it on, booze and women?" he snarled at her. He wishes he could let everyone see his social and intelligent background like he did the judge. Things would be much easier if they knew he was more of an adult then he looked.

Some of the people stared at him as they walked by. They probably thought he was some homeless child trying to get money for food and was having problems. They felt sorry for him. He felt sorry for them for thinking that. Or were they thinking that? They must be… he was acting so desperate.

"SIR! Please don't yell! I can hear you."

"But you don't listen, DO YOU?" He growled and stormed off. Well, now he was out of work, soon to be in dept, had no transportation, and will soon have no water. Nobody's going to hire a fifteen-year-old boy for anything. Why does everyone want experience? How can he get experience if nobody will hire him? What did his age matter? He could flip a burger just like any adult!

His legs hurt. At least after this they'll be a little more muscular. But he had to sit; he had to rest them. There had to be some one who'd give him a job. Baby-sitting was starting to sound good. Baby-sitting would at least give them enough to eat every night. But he had to get a job to pay for bills.

He sat on the bench in front of the train station. `Everything has to go bills' he thought. `We don't need T.V. we need water. They could probably live without electricity… but not water. He was coughing a lot, something was tickling his throat and he couldn't get it out. `Good… maybe if I cough up a lung we can have dinner tonight' he thought. Then he started laughing. He made a joke and made himself laugh, how silly. He began to laugh and cough together.

He caught his breath, it was hard but he did. And when he did found that he was sharing the bench with stranger. He must have had a good day because he was smiling at Quatre in an odd sort of way. Quatre gave him his usual friendly smile believing the man found it funny that he was laugh couching for no reason.

It felt strange. The man wouldn't stop staring at him and smiling big and wide. What was he grinning at? He'd seen that grin before. He'd seen it on other men when a pretty lady walked passed them. Quatre looked over his shoulder to see where the pretty lady was but found no one.

Quatre turned and glared at the man. His stare was making him uncomfortable. "What?" he growled. `Stop starring at me!'

The older man let out an amused laugh, "Nice…" he purred looking over Quatre up and down.

"Excuse ME!?" Quatre snarled. `What on earth does he mean nice?'

"You. You look good." Now Quatre felt really uncomfortable. The man purred again and reached over to pet his cheek. He stroked his chin and touched his neck. He seemed to be enjoying himself.

"BACK OFF!" Quatre quickly swatted the fingers away and jump to his feet. He could feel his legs turn to mush he was embarrassed and insulted. "What's your problem?"

"You're beautiful," The man grinned wickedly. His stroking hand fell limp over the back of the bench where Quatre was sitting. He lazily let his head fall on his arm and continued to stare.

"You're sick!" Quatre stormed off. He didn't need that! What kind of dirty pervert tries to pick up boys? What was going through that guy's head? He thought he could just touch people whenever he wanted! `What does he think I am? A whore?"

Then he paused once the thought accrued to him. But, he wouldn't do anything dirty. He wasn't that desperate. But what other chances did he have? It was an opportunity. He could get the money today and if Ms. Po came check on him she would never know he was almost in danger of loosing their water. It was his duty. It was his responsibility. That man was a chance for him to fulfil that duty.

But he still had his dignity. But water for his sisters is worth his dignity. He shouldn't be selfish.

He was a little scared and his legs were wobbly from feeling shy but he had to do this. He slid against the wall. At least if he leaned against the wall for support it would take the attention away from his shaking legs. "That is unless you have the cash…" he felt his heart sink when he said it. He had just put himself on the spot. Was there any turning back now?

`What am I doing! This isn't right! What if I can't finish this?' The questioned raced through his head. What if he doesn't get it right and just ends up humiliating himself? `I wont do it. I only need the money." This man already had a low opinion of him if he was going to try and pick him up the way he did so there was no stress of how he should act. He wasn't interested in his personality. But Quatre was still scared.

"I got plenty…" The man proudly patted his pocket as if he were waiting for Quatre to crawl over and try to take it from him. "Where should we have it, baby?"

How anyone could mistake him for a whore? He was dressed so nice. It did give him a way to some money though. A way to pay the bill. "There's a bathroom right inside…" Quatre walked into the train station entrance eyeing the man nervously over his shoulder to make sure he was coming. He didn't ask him if he had a car. He wouldn't step foot in his car. Who knows what he could do in there… but the bathroom was so public. Oh well, he already asked for it. There is no turning back. He couldn't.

Like a predator stalking prey the man grinned dominantly and followed Quatre inside. To their luck there was nobody there. Quatre thanked God. He didn't want anyone to see him.

Quatre pressed both hands against the sink and stared at himself in the mirror. `This is it,' he thought to his reflection as if it would respond to him in return. `I just want to remember what you looked like before you do this. Don't give yourself away. That's your limit! Don't do anything that drastic. You don't have to!'

The man stuck a cigarette into his mouth and searched his pockets for a lighter. "How much for a blow job?" He lit his cancer stick and started picking his pocket for his wallet.

`That's all you're getting' Quatre thought. `You can't have anything else.' He pulled himself away from the mirror to look the man in the eye and regretted doing it. The man wasn't grinning anymore. He looked intimidating. "Fif… sev… s-Seventy-five," he answered he needed the extra money for groceries. To this point he was completely broke, completely desperate. He needs to be nice to the stranger.

The man glared darkly at him. Quatre felt his bones freeze. He turned away feeling his stomach jerk and his face burn. He's so embarrassed. "I'll pay when I'm satisfied." He replaced his wallet. "Seventy-five bucks is a little much for just a blow job. You better be good."

He hoped he was. He always had sexual fantasies. He knew how he'd like it if a girl were handling him. He knew exactly how to please himself but now he had to put those fascinations to good use. How would he like it done? Would this man like it the same way?

The man started unzipping. Quatre gulped. He had never pictured doing anything like this before. The man's hardening member rolled out.

`Oh god there it is' Quatre panted nervously. There's no turning back now. `There it is'. The guy leaned against the wall waiting for him, smoking that damn cigarette his pants halfway to his knees revealing his ugly skinny thighs. Quatre's face burned. He was looking at another man's penis and wanted to run and throw up but he couldn't stop now. He was so close.

Quatre knelt in front of him. He could hide the fact that he was shaking now. He gave the man a begging look, his eyes pleaded for him to just take pity on him and let him have the money so he wouldn't have to do this but he only got a disgusted glare from the man. His eyes were wide like there was something messed-up going on his mind. He wasn't smiling he was just staring. He was starring like Quatre said something offensive and he was ready to slap him for it.

All he wants is a blowjob. He could do that. He would do anything to get him to stop starring him like that. He didn't have to touch it with his lips. He only had to blow into it. He pulled back the flaps of the jeans with the zipper so they would disturb his work. He didn't shut his eyes, something in him wanted to see its reaction.

He blew into the tiny opening and watched it jump. Why on earth did it have to jump like that? It reminded him of the class tarantula in sixth grade. When kids blew on it it would rear up ready for a fight in its tank. Quatre hated the similarity between an angry tarantula and this man's penis.

The man moaned longingly. "Oh yeah, baby…" Quatre blew again. "Not so fast," He took Quatre's chin in his hand and lifted his head to stare at him again. At least now he was smiling. "Slow long breathes… You're making him upset."

Quatre hated it more when he referred to it as if it were human, like it had a mind of its own. He blew again, letting the air leak from his lips in a long wave.

But blowing wasn't enough. The man wanted more. He took the back of Quatre's head in his hand and pushed his face into his pants. Quatre gasped. "Suck it!" The man commanded and Quatre did as was told.

He tried to fit it into his mouth but it was really wide. His jaw hurt trying to fit it in his mouth and he tried not to let his teeth to scrape against it but that was harder. It was so big and hard and disgusting Quatre felt like crying. He was sick of himself. He hoped he could hear some one coming so he could stop and recuperate from this act but he knew if the man were caught he would be too.

He sucked and it jumped again in his mouth this time. He felt it in his throat and he wanted to vomit. He shut his eyes now. He couldn't stand watching himself do this. His head bobbed back and forth as he sucked. He did the best he could until he could stand himself any further. The man removed his hand and Quatre removed his lips, blowing this time, letting his hot breath run up the man's dick and into his excited body. He preferred to blow. He didn't want to touch it.

He took the shaft back into his mouth, and sucked. Than removed it, and blew.

He sucked and blew. Sucked and blew. The man put his hand back on the back of his head shoving it further down his throat making him choke a little and started moving. Quatre squeezed his eyes shut when he moved. He had no control of the animal. He forgot why was doing it and struggled but settled down when he spotted the drain in the middle of the tile floor. That's right… now he remembers… he needs water.

The man moved faster. Quatre was panicking! He couldn't breath. His moth was open so wide he could barely breath through his nose! The man had such a good grip Quatre couldn't pull away. He couldn't talk so his big blue eyes begged the man to stop instead. He pleaded silently and helplessly for air. The man moved faster and faster.

He finally growled like he was being tortured with pleasure. His smooth circular moves turned into long hard thrust. Finally grunted in a masterful orgasm. His body tightened and he squeezed Quatre's hair. Quatre screamed a muffle scream as he felt his mouth being flooded. He was going to suffocate! The white fluid leaked out of the edges of his mouth and he tried to spit it out.

Finally, the man's whole body went limp, even his grip and his penis and Quatre was set free. He yelped as a hose of warm cum sprayed onto the floor like milk.

The man slumped to the floor panting. Quatre had more cum in him than on the floor and he felt like puking again.

The man threw his money all over the floor at Quatre's feet, listening to the change clatter and spin on the hard tile. "Have fun, bitch," He laughed and dabbed his cigarette ashes on Quatre's pants damn near his own member as he went toward the sinks to wash up. "You were better then I thought."

Quatre scraped the money together quickly he needed every penny. He jumped when someone entered. He felt naked. He felt like he was still doing something humiliating and just got caught. The guy looked at him. He had white stuff all over his shirt and pants and all over the floor and was picking up change. His hair was messy and his eyes were big, scared and glossy like he was about to cry.

The intruder took one look at him and then at the man washing his hands. But the man paid no attention to the intruder. In fact he didn't even notice him. The intruder gave Quatre a disgusted growl and a hateful look and left. The john closely followed him.

Quatre lowered his eyes in shame. He collected his money and began yanking paper towels from the holder to clean himself up. But he just couldn't get clean.