Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate Kisses ❯ Fallen Eros ( Chapter 4 )

Author: Hiriyou

Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boys *cheering from characters of GW* SHUT THE F*CK UP! *everyone but hiriyou sweatdrops*

Warnings: AU, lemony goodness, sap, language, OOC, relena-bashing, hilde-bashing, OC, and in this chapter there's lotsa tasty angst!

Pairings: 3x4x3, 1+2+1, 5+?? 13X1 (mentioned), 13X6

*A hog-tied Wufei catapilliars his way from an extremely dark room, from which, strange and muffled vocalizations emit*

Wufei: Help us! Nataku, forgive me for being weak, please forgive me but... HELP US DAMMIT! This onna is a nut! She's had us tied up and locked in that room since the beginning of the last chapter for Christ's sake!

*Hiriyou walks into room chewing on a peanut-butter and marshmallow sandwich. Seeing Wufei, she stops chewing*

Hiriyou: *slowly* Wufei... what are you doing out of the `room?'

*Turning his head to look at the psychopathic bitch from Hell*

Wufei: AHHHH!!! HELP ME! *catapilliaring his way towards the nearest room that was not the `room'*

Hiriyou: *watching the departing gundam pilot with only wavering interest* Please read the fic, I'm going to go round up a stray... *heads after the unfortunate soul*

Notes: This is a reflection chapter. There will be almost no action of the present going on in this. Most of this chapter is happening inside Heero's memories and his thoughts. If you don't want to read through it and want to get straight to some more 1+2 and 3x4 action, skip ahead. Unfortunately there is info in this chapter which *may* be used later.

~~ scene change ~~

*** POV change ***

~*~* flashback *~*~

//thoughts//

Fallen Eros

Walking listlessly through the door of his apartment and onto the sofa, Heero didn't even realize that the lights were still off. Lost in memories and thoughts, combining and changing, he had taken the entire trip to try and sort out his thoughts and feelings, but he still felt lost. That was the only feeling he could clearly discern.

//Doesn't Duo know that I can share his pain? I've been there. I know what it feels like to feel that dirty. Like it wouldn't matter if you scrubbed past the skin, muscle, and hit bone but that you would still feel dirty. Or with millions upon millions of little crawling insects that creep under your skin, itching you, making you scratch, but forever still they bother you.//

Heero's arms became suddenly itchy. Very, intensely, itchy. It was only with years of training from his bastard father and uncaring mother that he resisted the urge to scratch himself raw.

//And Treize...//

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"Heero," the cultivated voice sneered the name out the same way he would regard a flaming bag of dog crap on his porch, "are you seriously going to wear *that*?"

A still-teenager Heero Yuy looked down at the outfit he just happened to be wearing. A simple black shirt with simple jeans. A simple outfit... wasn't that what he *should* wear? "Umm... Treize? The invitation said the party was casual dress-"

"Of *course* it said casual dress you idiot! That doesn't mean that people are actually *going* to dress that way! It's just put on there because it's expected on the invitation," his boyfriend (could he really call him that? Treize never allowed him to be introduced as such, merely as an acquaintance...) was forever shoving him off, or, *sophisticating* him according to Treize.

"More like ornamenting..." he grumbled around his own thoughts.

"What was that?!" came the shrewish snap of the older man's voice.

Startled into submission,-once again-he cowered away from him and meekly answered a negative, insisting he hadn't said anything.

Treize sniffed, "Hmpf, grunting again? Only speaking in monosyllables? God, I thought I'd broken you of that horrid habit, you sound like a pig in a trough when you grunt like that. You should refrain from it when we have sex as well."

//Sex? What sex?// The few times that Treize `graciously demeaned himself' to physical contact between himself and the Japanese youth usually resulted in Heero on the bed, on all fours, facing away from Treize, with a gag in his mouth, so Treize wouldn't have to see his face or hear his voice.

Treize stood, primping his hair; Purposefully leaving a couple of strands out of the gel's hold in order to try and give himself a `suave' look. Heero thought he just looked like an idiot.

The closet door was opened and the ginger-haired man jaunted over to it's large, walk-in room. Shifting through, he searched until he uncovered his prize. With a slight cry of approval he snatched the apparel out of the dark and held into the light for more in-depth inspection.

The outfit was simple and elegant at once, a billowy poet-type shirt of soft black and dark blue dress pants. He dragged his boyfriend over to an oriental screen and told him to try it on.

Coming out from behind the screen, Treize crowed his approval, "Now *there* is something you could wear!"

Heero was inclined to agree. The shirt came to his hips, covering his stomach, but the neck was open enough that it effectively gave admirers a small amount of bronzed flesh to feast their eyes on. The pants themselves were comfortable, while leaving little to the imagination. Heero knew this was a good outfit for the occasion, if nothing else, he had learned some fashion sense from his time with Treize.

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The mansion that this ball was at was huge. More expansive than most of the ones they went to anyway. People filed into the grand room that was lit in such ways that everyone wore a shadowed mask. //they're all wearing masks anyway, why do they need the shadows to hide behind as well? Bloody cowards...// the musings halted as a hard grip clenched his hand and he was thrown onto the dance floor.

Trained gracefulness led the teenager around the room. Showing off his partner's skills while creating the illusion that he was talented as well. Treize had taught him how to dance, but mostly he just let himself glide and allowed his partner to do the actual dancing, for him.

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His so-called "date" had meandered off someplace. //Probably to go find that slut of a blonde man whore.// Heero began to think bitterly. //Yes, I'm sure he having the suck of his life.// Then again, he couldn't really be to angry with the blonde that had flirted with his boyfriend all night, it gave him a break from the never-ending tirade of how Treize was too good for him, and how he should feel so lucky to be with him.

The festiveness was lost on the Asian boy as he ascended the grand staircase in search of some solitude. A multitude of rooms ran through the corridor but the assaulting sounds disturbed him to no small extent. Moans of pleasure, cries of passion, and muffled screams of terror. One tenor voice stood out though, through it all, he could distinguish that voice anywhere. //Treize?!//

Approaching the door carefully, eyes suddenly full of concern, Heero placed his ear to the door. There was definitely someone else in there, but it was definitely Treize's voice he had been listening to. A couple of deep breaths later and feigned courage he didn't really feel, Heero enclosed the doorknob in his sweating palm and flung it open before he could back off and pretend as if it never happened.

Inside the bedroom his worst fears were confirmed... Treize was there... and so was the blonde slut that had hung himself all over Treize. But the worst part of it all, the part that cut him deeper than the infidelity, was that the blonde was on his *back*, *facing* Treize. Heero hadn't been taken with him facing the ginger-haired man, since the first time Treize took him... since when Treize took his virginity.

"Zechs!" he came, shouting his lover's name.

That hurt as well, he usually just grunted when he came inside Heero.

All of it, every gesture, every touch, everything, it was all the proverbial knife in his heart. Twisting and wrenching away all the love he felt. //Was it love? Yes... for Treize? No... Why did I stay with him then?// Heero was confused, hurt, betrayed, but most of all angry. And not, `omae o korosu,' mad.. No, no. This was the `Quatre goin' zero-system on your ass.' In short, Heero Odin Yuy was seriously pissed off.

"Treize." Heero's vocalization echoed in the almost silent room, with his *ex*-boyfriend now slumped over the man he called Zechs, both panting harshly.

The aforementioned adulterer rose up sharply-quick recovery, ne?-at the sound of the teenager's voice. "Heero?! What are you doing up here?" Treize's voice, amazingly, didn't waver in the slightest at the notion of being caught in the act.

"I came to find you," it was an outright lie, but Heero didn't care. Heero was pissed.

"Well, you found me," he lit a cigarette, Zechs' eyes were wide, passing between the two gorgeous men in the room, but he didn't understand. Wasn't there always a lot of fighting when a partner found the other partner in bed with another?

"Why?" It was a simple question, or perhaps not.

Treize sighed and rose from the bed, still nude and covered in come, and walked over to his boyfriend. He stood a hefty half-foot at least above the Japanese, but the glare that he was aimed at him shot him down to equal ground. This wouldn't be easy on the teen-he knew that-but

frankly, he didn't care, "Heero, you were good for awhile, but... well... it's time to admit that our sex life *is* lacking."

"Like I care, I'm leaving Treize. And I never want to see your face again."

"Could you please make sure to leave by sunrise? I was planning on a few... guests." the significant pause left nothing at to the true motives behind the visit of his "guests."

Just as promised, Heero had his things packed (not that much really, most of their stuff actually belonged to Treize) and their was even a hair of him left in the house an hour before the sun came up.

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//that bastard... I hope he's burning in that Christian Hell.// Heero smirked. Yes, he did wish that, very much.

Deciding that he couldn't let Duo go through the same type of purgatory (1) he did after the breakup with "The-ginger-tom-cat-slut-man-whore-who-should-have-his-dick-disconnected-an d-his-balls-dipped-in-acid," as Heero had so lovingly dubbed him. Heero worked his best to formulate a plan to let Duo know just how much he cared for him in the little time they had known each other. //Mission accepted. Don't worry Duo, I *will* help you get through this!//

And with his final preparations to his plan done in his head, Heero promptly let his exhausted mind and body fall deeply asleep.

TBC...

(1) purgatory, for those who don't know, purgatory is often referred to as the place between Heaven and Hell where sinners atone for their sins before going to Heaven. It's a Catholic thing. I'm not Catholic.... Anywho, the way I've used it here is the less referred to term of mental anguish, got that? Ok, good! ^_^

Sorry this chapter was soooo much shorter than the others. It's just that I didn't know where to go with this thing. I'll start working on the fifth chapter immediately! PROMISE!

Hiriyou: Please Review! I crave them! I've been feeling unloved and uncared for! *sniffles*

Wufei: *now released from `the room' and bindings so he no longer must embarrass himself with `catapillaring'* Well maybe if you gave them some good stories to review on they might...

Hiriyou: *smiling sweetly* Wu, honey, remember what happened the *last* time you pissed me off?

Other G-boys: DON'T TEMPT HER FEI!!!

Wufei: *blanches* Alright! Alright! Just don't do something like putting us in there again!

All boys shudder.

Hiriyou: *big, quivering SD eyes now* Did you really mean it when you said my stories weren't good?

All: *sweatdrop*