Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Pain of Life ❯ Chapter 19
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: C-Chan2 
Yes, I have updated! This is the second to last chapter people, I hope you enjoy it! ^_^
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.05.2007 | Pages: 7 | Words: 9.1K | Visits: 515 | Status: Work In Progress
Yes, I have updated! This is the second to last chapter people, I hope you enjoy it! ^_^
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.05.2007 | Pages: 7 | Words: 9.1K | Visits: 515 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing; at all. Some very lucky people in Japan do. You can find them in a big building with the words Bandai on the front.
Pairings: 3x5, 13x4, 1x2
Rating: NC-17 for some naughty moments.
Author's Note: I give you the last chapter before the prologue. This one may be a bit short, but we'll see how long I can stretch it out. You can begin reading, right about. . . now!
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Zechs was unable to contain his excitement as Trowa pulled into a parking space a block away from their destination. He could already feel the bass of the music and he wanted nothing more than to jump out of the car and have himself a good time. He did just that, barely waiting for the engine to die, leaving Wufei and his boyfriend behind.
"Come on, you guys. By the time you two move your asses the party will be over."
Wufei only scoffed as he watched Zechs sprint down the sidewalk. Why the boy was so excited he couldn't undertsand. It was only a party after all. He looked to his boyfriend then, who seemd more nervous than before and he smiled. It would seem that Treize had gotten the result he wanted as Trowa seemed to be doubting his decision in coming here. He couldn't allow Treize's intimidation to disrupt their good time. He had agreed to come so that he and Trowa could get some well deserved alone time and he was not going to let anything change that.
"Trowa, are you ready to go?", he asked, his hand reaching out to stroke the older boy's hair.
"Home?", Trowa asked, looking to his small lover.
Wufei only snorted, taking to opening the passenger side door and climbing out. He rounded the front of the car, coming to the driver's side and pulling the door open. Then he was leaning over and looking down at his boyfriend with a sympatheic look. Trowa looked so adorable when he was scared out of his mind.
"I'm not going home, Trowa.", Wufei announced with a shake of his head, "Besides, if you go home then that means no sex."
"But your dad said-"
"Trowa, how long has it been?", Wufei interrupted him.
Wufei's question caused the older teen to stop, his eyes focusing ahead of him as he counted back the days in his head. If his calculations were right, then that meant the last time he and Wufei had gotten any was the week after their first time. The engine was turned off and Trowa was climbing out of the car without hesitance. Wufei was shocked as he was lifted, draped over Trowa's shoulder and toted off toward the house.
"It's been too long.", was Trowa's only words and Wufei laughed as he was carried off.
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Heero watched from his car, okay well it wasn't his car, but either way he watched as Trowa and Wufei made their way to the house hosting a party. Wufei was once again walking on his own two feet, the taller teen having placed him down, though he was held possesively around the waist.
Heero wasn't sure what he was feeling, but he couldn't help but think that it was a tad bit of jealousy. He had lusted after the Chinese boy a while back, it only made sense. The boy was a hot peice of ass. Unfortunately, it was a taken hot peice of ass and also forbidden. Duo had threatened that it wouldn't end well for him and he believed it.
The cigarette that he was busy smoking was put out as he took to climbing out of the car. He might as well try and talk to Wufei anyway. Though he knew it would be difficult. The boy most likely trusted him as much as he would a serial killer and his little boyfriend was more than ready to try and kick his ass.
Oh well, while he waited for the opportune moment, he could enjoy the party as well.
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Duo paid no attention to the in-flight movie that was playing as he stared down at the picture he held in his hand. He had asked Noin to stop by the old house to get the last of his stuff, and he had even taken Wufei's shrine. Noin had promised that she would drop it off for his younger brother later.
Duo was glad that he was the only one in the row, since his eyes watered as he stared down at the picture of himself and his parents. He remembered looking at this picture before and feeling so much anger and hatred, but now he found himself actually missing them. Even his father, who had pretty much been a bastard to him and his mom. Hell, the man hadn't acted any differently with his second wife and son.
He pulled out another picture, this one of Wufei, and he studied it longer than he intended to. Wufei was only seven in this picture and even though he was smiling, Duo could see the pain he was masking. It was pain that he had deliberately caused at one time, and he felt guilt eating away at him as he continued to stare at it.
He switched to looking at a more recent photo, a school photo that Noin had asked Quatre for. She had told Duo that she had to work hard to get that picture, and he appreciated that she did. He swore as a tear dropped onto the picture, not wanting to ruin it. Wufei was happier in this picture and with guilt came Duo's old feeling of envy. He kept it at bay, knowing that it would do him no good to feel it.
Though Wufei was happy, and he was feeling miserable, he couldn't let his jelousy consume. He took in a shaky breath, a hand scrubbing at his eyes as he continued to stare down at his little brother. The boy was all he had now and he was leaving him behind. With the photos in hand, Duo curled up in his seat, letting himself cry as his flight went on. In a few hours he'd be back home with Nana, and he would have left his old life behind.
It was a fresh start, and though he wasn't escatic, he knew it was the best thing for him. Wufei would be much better off without him, Duo was sure of it. At least he had been able to say goodbye, something he felt he had been saying all his life.
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From the moment they had stepped foot into the party, Zechs had gotten right into things. Wufei could only shake his head and sigh as Zechs partied as wildly as the rest as the people there. He and Trowa had found a quiet corner, as quiet as it could be with huge stereos equipped in each room.
He was aware that there were drugs being passed around, and he was sure to avoid any and all of them. He had seen what that stuff could do to a person. He couldn't take watching them smoking pot and had even left a room after seeing a girl shooting up. It had brought back too many bad memories of his brother. They were memories he had rather forget; especially after today.
Trowa seemed to have sensed his uneasiness and had guided him to a study, which surprisingly didn't have any speakers. The music was still loud enough that they had to raise their voices a bit to hear each other. Wufei was leaning against the desk, while Trowa soothingly rubbed his arms to try and calm him.
"You okay, baby?", he asked in concern, one hand rising to run through Wufei's hair.
The Chinese-Irish boy nodded, though he was sure that he wasn't. Trowa seemed to know better and he pulled Wufei closer to him, wrapping his arms about his boyfriend in comfort.
"Do you want to go?", the taller teen asked.
Wufei shook his head. Zechs was enjoying himself, he didn't want to ruin the boy's fun.
"Are you sure?", Trowa asked him, pulling away to look down at him, "I don't mind taking you home. I can always come back for Zechs."
"I'm fine.", Wufei assured him, pulling the boy closer again, "I just need a distraction."
Trowa couldn't help but smirk as Wufei offered him a suggestive smile and he gently pushed the boy back against the desk, lifting him so that Wufei was seated on top of it. Their lips met, but it wasn't for long, they were soon interrupted. The door to the study had been burst open and the two looked to it, surprised to find Zechs.
He was at the moment lip-locked with a dark-haired guy, who was eagerly running his hands over every available inch of Zech's flesh. There was a long moment of the two making out before they pulled apart to breathe, and that's when Trowa and Wufei were finally noticed.
"Damn it!", Zechs swore, pushing the guy away, "This room is taken, too."
"I don't mind sharing space.", Zechs' company said with a shrug.
Zechs scoffed, turning to look at Wufei to complain. It was cut short as his cellphone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it free to look at the caller id. He groaned as he recognized just who was calling and he crossed over to Wufei, holding the phone out for him.
"You answer it.", he ordered, obviously annoyed by the phone call, "He's been calling since we left the apartment."
With a scoff of his own at Zechs' behavior, Wufei snatched the phone away and answered it.
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Quatre had been trying to call and check up on the boy's for what seemed like an hour. Zechs wasn't answering his phone, and it was a bit frustrating. That and Treize was trying his best to make him forget calling them altogether. He slapped his husband's wandering hands away for him for what had to be the thousandth time, sending the ginger-haired man a glare.
"Treize, will you please cut that out?", he asked him, slapping a hand away again, "I'm trying to get in contact with Zechs."
Treize only chukled at his husband, his head lowering to the man's neck to begin laying gentle kisses against the sensetive skin. Quatre shivered and he smirked to himself, letting his tongue drag across it and gaining a whimper. Even though he and Quatre had already made love twice, the blond man was ready for more. Quatre would never admit it out loud, so Treize had to coax it out of him.
His mouth traveled down his husband's chest, his mouth easily latching on to a hardening nipple. He couldn't help but laugh at Quatre's surprised cry, his eyes connecting with his lover's as he teased the nub with his tongue. Quatre on the other hand was too busy moaning with each storke of Treize's tongue to remember that he had been calling Zechs' phone. That is, not until someone answered. It wasn't his luck that Treize's hand took hold of his rising cock at the same moment either.
"Oh, Allah, Treize! Yes!", he was moaning loudly, his words traveling to whoever was on the receiving end.
"Um, Quatre?"
At the nervous voice on the other end of the phone, Quatre nearly swore. Of course now was when someone would answer the damn phone. He quickly pushed Treize away from him just to be safe, not wanting whoever had answered to hear anything else.
"Yes, it's me.", he answered, ignoring Treize's objection, "Who is this?"
"Wufei."
Quatre had no time to start as he was pushed back against the bed, anything he was planning to say cut short. Blue-green eyes glared up at Treize, who only smiled at him as he hovered over his lover.
"Hello?", Wufei's voice traveled from the phone, a bit confused.
Quatre went to answer him, but the head of Treize's member nudged against his entrance and he could only stare at his husband in pure disbelief. He wouldn't. Treize offered him a smile that said he surely would and he took the phone away from Quatre.
"Wufei.", the man greeted, teasing Quatre further by applying pressure against his opening.
Quatre bit his lip to trap his whimper and Treize only chuckled, his free hand taking hold of one of Quatre's legs and spreading it wider. The blond man deperately shook his head, silently begging Treize not to, but it would seem his pleas would be ignored.
"We only wanted to check up on you.", he told the boy.
Treize quickly thrust in to the tight passage, managing to stifle his groan, but Quatre couldn't help the scream of pleasure that tore from his throat. It waned into whimpers as Treize stilled for him to adjust and he looked up to his husaband in hopes that the man would at least wait until he was through with the phone call.
"Treize, please.", he began to beg, "Wai-"
His words melted into a moan as Treize pulled out and thrusted into him again, his cheeks burning as he realized that he was definately loud enough to be heard over the phone. The taller of the two soon started to move and Quatre was unable to hold back, as each push of Treize's hips had him moaning incoherently. Lucky for him, they were muffled as Treize took to covering his mouth, but never did stop thrusting.
"Just remember no alcohol, no drugs, no sex and drive home safely.", Treize told him, smiling down at his writhing lover, "And keep an eye on Zechs for me. I have to go, I'm busy. We'll see you when you get home."
He hung up and threw the phone aside, his hand moving from Quatre's mouth as he stopped thrusting for the moment. Quatre was now panting, his face flashed as his eyes looked up to his husband longingly. Treize smiled at him before leaning down to kiss Quatre deeply and thoroughly.
"Ready for the real fun to begin?", he asked as they pulled apart.
Quatre answered with an eager whimper and Treize couldn't help the low chuckle that escaped his throat. Six months in Russia meant he had quite a bit to catch up on.
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Zechs was smirking at Wufei's horrified look, taking his phone back with a laugh and ready to tease the ebony-haired boy.
"They were doing it weren't they?", he asked.
Wufei could only nod, not sure if he wanted to think about what he had just listened in on. Zechs laughter pulled him from his thoughts and he looked over to the blond teen, who was already back in his new friend's arms.
"Why don't you take their example?", he was urging Wufei, his head nodding to Trowa, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Zechs didn't wait for either of them to answer him, he only waved goodbye and was on his way to find a room that wasn't occupied. Wufei only sighed before he was looking up to Trowa, who happened to be leering down at him with a very seductive look. Wufei was blushing even though he tried his best not to, though he didn't know what he was being so bashful about. He had been the one who suggested that they come to the damn party so that they could do just what Zechs had been implying.
"How about it, Fei?", Trowa asked him, his hands trailing over Wufei's thighs, "Do you want to take their example?"
As Wufei seemed to think things over, Trowa continued to let his hands slowly caress the smaller teen's jean-clad thighs. He was having fun just looking at his boyfriend, he had no idea where Wufei had found these jeans, but he was thankful that whatever store he had bought them from had been selling them.
His hands took hold of Wufei by the hips and he urged the boy to stand, Wufei frowning curiously at the banged-boy's action.
"Trowa?"
"Turn around.", was all Trowa said, his eyes never lifting away from the boy's jean.
A bit unsure as to why Trowa wanted him to turn around, Wufei did so slowly. Trowa couldn't hold back the lecherous grin as the boy's jean clad ass was now facing him. He really had to thank whoever talked Wufei into buying these jeans. It was most likely Zechs; he was beginning to like him more and more every day.
"Fei, your ass looks so hot in those jeans.", he complemented, a hand reaching out to stroke a cheek, "I'm glad I agreed to come along. I finally get to have your tight little ass for myself."
Wufei couldn't help the yelp that escaped his lips as Trowa gave him a hard, sound smack on his backside and he spun to glare at his green-eyed lover, his hands protectively covering his now smarting butt.
"Trowa!", he growled out, the taller boy only laughing, "If I had known you were so much of a pervert, I would have had second thoughts about bringing you along."
Trowa only snorted, taking hold of Wufei unexpectedly and lifting him, another surprised yelp escaping the Chinese-Irish boy's lips. He was then seated onto the desk again, but this time was pushed back until he was lying on his back. Trowa was soon hovering over him, their lips meeting as his right hand took to lifting Wufei's shirt. His tongue was gently pushing past Wufei's lips, delving in to taste the boy's mouth, smirking as Wufei moaned and pulled him closer. He pulled away to smile down at his lover, whose cheeks were tinted again, his chest rising and falling in short breaths.
"I'm not a pervert, Fei.", Trowa confessed, his hand tracing over the boy's torso, "I'm just really horny."
His fingers traced up to a nipple, easily pinching at it and smiling wickedly as Wufei arched into the touch, his pouting lips parting to let free a gasp.
"Though I think you can help me with that little problem, now can't you?", Trowa was asking him, and Wufei eagerly nodded.
He was having the same problem himself. He would be more than willing to help.
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Heero stood against the wall in the basement, having been led there by a pretty blonde, who was currently dancing with one of her friends. She had told him that there was some good stuff down here and Heero hadn't been led wrong. His fingers currently held a blunt in his hand, and he took a drag of it as the girl winked in his direction. She had been giving him signals since he had walked through the door, but he wasn't so sure if she was his type. Blonds didn't much do it for him.
The blunt stopped halfway on his way to his lips as he caught sight of a young man entering the basement, with an older guy hanging around his waist and he found himself rethinking his decision. That was one hot blond and Heero found himself watching as the boy dragged his company to the makeshift dance floor.
He was supposed to be looking for Wufei, but he could have his fun. Besides, the longer he watched the boy in front of him, he recognized him as the same boy that had been traveling with the dark-haired teen. His attention was drawn away from him as someone was offering him crystal meth, and he surprisingly declined. Meth had been his party drug at one time. Besides, he was baked enough as it was.
He realized the chick from earlier was glaring at him but he ignored her, watching as his new eye candy accepted a drink from who he guessed was his date. He looked too young to be drinking, but then again, he himself was an official alcoholic at age fourteen. As the boy's date left again, having finished his own drink, Heero decided to make his move. His blunt was handed to someone random, since he felt that he had smoked enough of it.
As the boy took one last sip from his drink, he rested it down on a side table and Heero frowned. That wasn't smart at all, not when he knew something was bound to end up in that cup, even if it wasn't put there for the boy per say. As the young teen continued to dance with himself, Heero walked closer, reaching past him to lift the cup.
Zechs turned to face him, expecting his new found date for the evening, but instead found a hotter, older guy smiling down at him. He accepted his cup that was given back to him, and he offered the man a smile of his own.
"It's not a smart move resting that down in here.", Heero warned him, having to lean in so Zechs could hear him, "You might get something extra that you never asked for."
Zechs shrugged, taking a sip from his cup, his eyes checking out the new body in front of him. He couldn't help but wonder if it was too late to ditch the last guy.
"Thanks.", he said, leaning closer himself, "I don't know what I'd do if something had gotten in there."
"It's best not to think about.", Heero said with a smile of his own, "You're one hot piece of ass. What's your name?"
Though he wasn't sure if to be thankful or offended at the man's words. He decided on the fromer, as he thought the man was a hot piece of ass himself.
"Zechs.", he provided, finishing off his drink.
Heero took hold of Zechs' waist, and pulled him closer, glad to see that Zechs easily pressed against him. He brought his mouth closer to the teen's ear, his lips brushing against it and sending a shiver througout the boy's body.
"You want to head upstairs, Zechs?", he asked, his hand reaching down to squeeze Zech's ass, "We can have our own little party."
"Okay.", the teen easily agreed, crystal blue eyes looking up into colbat, "Can you get me another drink first?"
Heero couldn't help it, and he kissed the boy before making his way to the bar, telling Zechs to stay put. The bar was a self installed piece, that someone now stood behind, acting as the bartender of the evening. Heero ordered the drink, the bartender peeking over his shoulder before offering him a smile.
"Want some help with him, buddy?", he was asking, ready to drop a pill into the cup.
Heero grabbed hold of his wrist before he could, his eyes glaring back at the young man.
"I'm quite capable, thank you."
As he let go of him, Heero was distracted by the tap on his shoulder and he turned to face the young woman before. She was fuming and he groaned as he had forgotten all about her. She didn't hesitate to give him a slap, Heero's face turning from the force of it. While he was dealing with her, he missed the bartender slipping the unwanted drug into the cup.
"Asshole!", the girl called back to him as she stormed off.
Heero only scoffed, turning back to the bartender who offered him a shrug, and pushed the cup closer to him.
"Enjoy.", he told him.
Heero only nodded his thanks before he was heading back in Zechs' direction. His arm was around the boy's waist again as he handed the blond the drink, and then he was leading him back up the basement stairs. They were going to need a bedroom.
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They found one soon enough, and though it had been occupied, Heero had chased them off. He was impatient and he wasn't in the mood to go looking for another. As he locked the door to make sure that they weren't interrupted, Zechs sat himself onto the bed, downing most of his drink and resting the cup down on the nightstand. He was aware that he was feeling tipsy and decided that it was best he slow down on the drinks.
He sat and watched as Heero drew closer, leaning back so that he was propped up on his arms, his shirt riding up to give Heero a peek. His eyes looked up at the chocolate-locked man invitingly, Zechs licking suddenly dry lips. Heero easily moved forward towards the younger boy, climbing onto the bed and then on top of Zechs, not hesitating to touch.
His hands easily began unbuckling Zechs's belt, his lips locking with Zechs', and his tongue easily plunging into the eager mouth. Zechs groaned as Heero's tongue stroked the inside of his mouth, letting his hands tangle themselves in unruly locks as he laid back. Heero's hands moved to lifting the boy's shirt, having finished unbuckling his belt and unfastening the pants as well.
Their kiss ended so that not only could they breathe, but to give Heero the chance to suckle the skin of the boy's neck. Zechs gasped as Heero did so, knowing that he shouldn't allow the man to leave any marks. If Treize saw any sign that he had gone against the rules, he would most likely be grounded for the rest of the summer, which he didn't want happening."
"Ah!", he was cryign out, as Heero's teeth nipped the crook of his neck, "Wait a second, I can't risk hickies."
Heero pulled away to stare down at Zechs with an amused smirk, his hands dragging the boy's shirt up and off of him. Zechs sat up and gently pushed Heero back some, frowning as his head seemed to feel fuzzier than he was used to. He didn't usually get this drunk after so few drinks. Maybe he had been drinking stronger liqour than he was used to?
"What, you have a boyfriend?"
Heero's question almost went unheard and Zechs shook his head, both to answer the question and clear his head.
"My parent's would freak.", he admitted, trying to fight off his dizziness, "Besides, you didn't even tell me your name yet."
Heero chuckled, letting his hand run over the soft skin of Zechs' torso, pushing the boy back onto the bed again. He wasn't sure if the boy was beginning to doubt his decision, but Heero wasn't going to let him back out.
"You want to know my name?", Heero asked, his mouth lowering to trace his tongue over the boy's taught stomach, "It's Heero."
Zechs' eyes widened at the name, his mind remembering Wufei telling him that name. Heero had been the bastard that had tried to rape the dark-haired boy and there was no way that he was going to allow this asshole to get any farther.
"Get off of me!", Zechs snapped, pushing Heero away, "Stay the fuck away from me!"
Heero frowned as he was rudely shoved away, reaching out to stop the boy from climbing out of the bed. There was no fucking way he'd allow Zechs to run out on him, his dick was hard and he was going to get his fuck no matter what. Zechs on the other hand thought it best to get out of there as soon as possible. He had to warn Wufei and Trowa. Heero being here couldn't be good. The sudden jerk of his arm had him falling back against the bed and not too soon after he was pinned beneath the Japanese man.
"No, get off of me!", Zechs cried, fighting off both Heero and the fuzzy feeling in his head, "Don't fucking. . . touch. . ."
He trailed off as everything went dark for him. Heero's frowned deepened as Zechs suddenly went limp, his eyes falling closed in unconciousness. This couldn't be good.
"Zechs.", he gently called, tapping the boy's face, "Zechs, come on, get up."
He growled as he reached for the boy's forgotten cup, looking in and finding the nearly dissolved pill at the bottom.
"Shit!", he swore, throwing the cup aside and tried to revive Zechs again, "Come on, kid. Don't you fucking do this to me."
He swore again as he failed and stood from the bed, reaching for the phone on the nightstand. He lifted it to his ear and found no dial tone. The phone was slammed down onto the hook and he stopped to think for a moment. Zechs had to have a cell phone. He quickly checked the unconscious teen's pockets, sighing in relief as he found it. It took him a minute or two to place a call to the cops for an ambulence. He then busied himself with replacing Zechs shirt and trying to wake him up. It was no use, the boy was out cold.
The last time this had happened to him, he had merely left the guy behind, but he found himself staying. It was kind of his fault that Zechs had even ended up drinking the damn thing and though he was at risk of being arrested, he could at least stay until the cops came. He would sneak out later to avoid actually confronting the authority.
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Wufei laid atop the desk, naked, panting, and sweating. His arms were wrapped tightly around Trowa, whose head was leaning against his shoulder. The older boy was panting himself, him and Wufei having just finished having what had to be the best sex since they had last done it. Trowa finally lifted his head to kiss his lover's lips, the two letting it lazily drag on, before they had to pull away so they could breathe.
"I love you.", Trowa softly told Wufei, their noses nuzzling.
Wufei only smiled, pulling his boyfriend into another kiss. They pulled away after a long while, Trowa standing and dragging Wufei with him. They took to cleaning themselves up and then redressing, stealing kisses as they did so. After they had straightened up as much as they could, Wufei couldn't help but wonder what Zechs was up to. Treize had asked him to keep an eye on him after all.
"We should look for, Zechs.", Wufei suggested, "Who knows what he's gotten himself into."
Trowa agreed; he hadn't known Zechs long, but he had a feeling the other boy could easily get himself into alot of trouble.
"How about I check downstairs while you head upstairs?", the taller teen asked.
Wufei nodded in agreement. They would be able to find him faster that way and they really needed to find him. They were due back home in a half an hour. He and Trowa went their seperate ways after leaving the study, the green-eyed boy heading for the basement and Wufei climbing the stairs.
The Chinese-Irish boy had found alot of things, which he ended up apologizing for interrupting, and which earned him a now burning face. Every door he checked behind came up empty and there was only one left. He could only hope that Zechs was in there, he was becoming worried. There were so many unsavory people here that could easily do harm to Zechs, and with no offense to the blond boy, a pretty face and sexy body could lead the boy into unwanted trouble.
His hand took hold of the knob and Wufei slowly peeked into the room. It was dark, but he could swear that he made out a shape on the bed. His curiousity got the best of him and he reached for the light switch, trying to find it on the wall.
"Hello?", he called as he searched, "Are you okay?"
He found the light and then it was turned on, his eyes looking to the bed. His blood ran cold as he recognized Zechs, still and unmoving as he laid there. Something was wrong; something had to have happened.
"Zechs!", he was calling out as he rushed to the bed.
He climbed in next to the boy, a trembling hand reaching out to feel at the boy's neck for a pulse. It was there, but it was fading quickly. Wufei took to gently shaking the boy, wanting to try and rouse him to wake up.
"Zechs!", he tried, his voice holding panic, "Zechs, come on. Please get up."
Zechs' body only moved limply as he shook him and Wufei knew that he needed to get help. He stood from the bed, not wanting to leave the boy behind but wanting to find Trowa. The older boy might know what to do, since Wufei's panic wasn't helping him think clearly. He turned to head for the door, but stopped in his tracks as he found that he was no longer alone.
Ebony eyes widened in unbridled fear as he watched Heero gently close the door behind him, a towel in his hand. What was he doing here?
Heero would have considered himself lucky, having found that Wufei had come to him. He had left to get a damp towel for Zechs' forehead, and had returned to find Duo's younger brother trying to wake his friend.
The way that the boy stiffened as the door closed, Heero knew that this wasn't going to turn out well. Either way, he still needed to talk with him. Now had to be as good a time as any.
"I finally found you.", he worded, stepping forward, "You're a hard son of a bitch to find."
Wufei backed away frantically as Heero came closer, not wanting the older man to get a hold of him. He didn't trust him and who knew what was bound to happen with no one able to hear them.
"Wufei-"
"Stay away from me!", Wufei shouted, knocking into the nightstand,"Just leave me alone!"
Heero continued to come closer and Wufei did the only thing he could think of, or at least tried to. He had tried to run past Heero, but the man had easily reached for him and caught him. The frightened shout left Wufei's mouth as he was dragged back against Heero, the teenager fighting to be let go.
"No, let go of me!", he was screaming, trying his best to pull free, "Leave me alone, Heero!"
"Wufei, calm the fuck down!", the older man bellowed, struggling to keep a hold on Wufei.
He had to take to dropping the towel and covering the boy's mouth, as Wufei was screaming for help. He fought the boy back to the bed, pushing him down to try and pin him in place. He should have known that it was a bad idea to push the boy onto the bed, as Wufei took to really fighting him. He swore as teeth bit down onto his hand, but having no time to try and soothe the pain. He had to stop Wufei's arms from flailing around, one had already managed to land a successful scratch beneath his left eye.
The boy was sobbing by now, trying his best to fight his way free, and obviously afraid of what Heero intended to do to him. Which was nothing, though if it had been earlier, Heero was sure that he wouldn't have hesitated to take what he wanted. He was growing annoyed with the boy's yelling and sobbing, and his anger flared as Wufei's knee came too close to hitting him in the groin.
"Calm the fuck down!", he was bellowing again, the back of his hand ripping across the boy's face.
The heavy hit stunned the boy into silence, as well as burst his lip and Heero stood panting in anger as he glared down at him. He had missed the door opening in his struggles with Wufei, unaware that someone had seen him strike the sloe-eyed boy as well.
"You son of a bitch!"
Heero had no time to see who had said the words. He was knocked to the floor with a right hook to his jaw. Trowa had been looking for Wufei, having found that he was taking too long to catch up with him. His searching had led him here and he opened the door to find Wufei fighting Heero off. He had been too stunned to move at first, but it was the blow to Wufei's face that had his anger driving him to move.
He didn't give Heero time to stand and he knelt in front of the man, grabbing him by the shirt and sending another punch to the man's face. Heero chose that moment to snap out of it and he managed a hit of his own, knocking the banged teen back. Trowa however, was tougher than Heero thought and the two were soon caught in an all out brawl.
Wufei had snapped out of it in time, sitting up just as Heero sent a punch to the younger boy that had him falling to the floor in pain. Wufei rushed off of the bed to come to Trowa's rescue, as Heero had taken up an abandoned bottle to use as a weapon.
"Heero, stop!"
Wufei was stunned again, falling to the floor after another blow to his face. This one had his vision blurring and he stared up at the sight of Heero turning back to Trowa, waniting to stop him but unable to move. Luckily enough he didn't have to.
"Freeze!", a heavy voice cried out, stopping things in their tracks, "NYPD Police! Put the bottle down and lift your hands above your head."
Heero did as was told, the bottle dropping to the carpeted floor and his hands were lifted. He silently cursed as the cop moved forward to cuff him. Wufei watched as Heero was arrested, another cop moving to Trowa to help the boy. He was helped as well, urged to stand, but he wasn't sure that he could. He was feeling dizzy.
Two E.M.T. personnel entered the room as Heero was dragged away, and they rushed over to the bed where Zechs was still laying. Wufei watched as they checked on him.
"It looks like he was drugged.", one of them, a woman, announced before she was feeling for his pulse, "I can't feel a pulse!"
"No!", Wufei cried out, wanting to moved forward.
He was held back by a police officer, who tried to calm him down as well. The woman's partner was then pressing his ear to Zechs' chest, lifting after a few moments to look at his partner and nod.
"I hear a heartbeat but he's fading fast. We need a stretcher a.s.a.p."
Their attention was pulled away from Zechs as a loud thump echoed in the room. Wufei had fainted and one of the E.M.T workers was by his side in an instant, checking his pulse and sighing in relief.
"Make that two stretchers.", she told the cops, "Let's get these kids to a hospital."
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Treize was pulled from his sleep as the phone rang and he looked to the clock. It was now 2:30 in the morning and the boys had yet to come home. He wondered if it was them calling. If it was, they were going to hear it. It would be no more parties for the rest of the summer.
His hand lifted the receiver and he pressed it to his ear, his free hand stroking through Quatre's blond hair as the man's head rested on his chest.
"Hello?"
Treize frowned as a voice he couldn't recognize responded.
"Yes, this their guardian.", Treize answered, after having been asked a question, "Is something the matter?"
His frown deepened as the person went on, Quatre stirring and glancing up sleepily at his husband.
"Treize, is that the boys?", he asked.
Treize held up a hand to signal him to be quiet, sitting up in the bed and turning on the lamp by the bedside.
"He's what!"
Treize's exclamaition caused Quatre to frown in worry. What was going on?
"Baby, what's wrong?", he tried, Treize only signaling him to shush once again.
"Are you sure they're okay?"
"Treize-", he was cut short before he could finish his question.
"We'll be there as soon as we can manage.", Treize was saying, standing from the bed, "Thank you. We're on our way."
Quatre waited anxiously as Treize took to flinging on his clothes, standing from the bed and following his husband's example. He wish he could know what was going on. He was trying to figure out what had Treize so nervous.
"Treize, what happened?", he asked, the both of them now fully dressed.
"We have to go.", his husband finally answered him, "Zechs and Wufei are in the hospital."
Quatre froze in pure shock at the words, Treize reaching out to take hold of him before Quatre could overreact.
"Are they okay?", the blond was asking, his voice trembling, "Treize, tell me my sons are okay."
"It's alright, angel.", Treize soothed, trying to calm Quatre with an embrace, "They're going to be okay. Come on, let's head to the hospital."
Soon enough he was leading Quatre out of the door, the blond already close to tears with worry. Treize himself was worried and he would admit that he was scared as well. He only hoped that they really were alright. He had no idea what to do if he found out that they weren't.
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Wufei came to, only to find himself lying in a hospital bed, his face holding a dull pain. He could feel that his bottom lip had swelled some and he figured it only made sense. Heero had hit him pretty hard; twice. He heard the soft murmers of people talking and he looked to the door, where Treize was conversing with a doctor.
His eyes were then looking to the small couch that sat in the room. It held Trowa, who was bruised and battered, sleeping unsoundly it would seem. He wasn't aware that there was someone next to his bed until a hand was touching his face, and Wufei was slowly turning to find Quatre.
His guardian was looking down to him in concern, red eyes tearing up again as he did. Wufei didn't understand what the man could be crying for, but he figured that it was relief from his waking up. Unless. . .
"No.", he whimpered, trying to sit up, "Where's Zechs? What happened to him? Where is he?"
"Wufei, it's alright.", Quatre tried to soothe him, "You have to lie back down."
"No!", he was going to be stubborn, "Tell me he's okay? I want to see him! Where is he!"
His hysterics woke Trowa and attracted both the doctor's and Treize's attention. He was pressed back into the bed, all four of them trying their best to calm him down.
"It's okay, Wufei.", Treize told him sternly, "Zechs is okay."
He calmed considerably at the words, looking up to the ginger-haired man, still a bit uncertain.
"Where is he?", he asked, looking to the doctor, "I want to see him."
"He's resting now, Wufei.", the doctor informed him, "You can see him tomorrow, but I want you to rest now as well."
The Chinese-Irish boy stubbornly shook his head. He wouldn't be able to rest until he saw Zechs himself, not until he was sure that he was really and truly alright.
"Please, he begged.", looking to Quatre, "I just want to see him."
Blue-green eyes looked from Wufei to the doctor, who only sighed in defeat.
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Like he wanted, Wufei was taken to see Zechs, Trowa by his side since Wufei had refused being pushed in a wheel chair. He looked down to the blond-haired teen, who had yet to wake up. He was hooked up to a breathing tube as a safegaurd and his stomach had been pumped. According to the doctor, Zechs had ingested a high dose of Rohypnol, and would have most likely died if the paramedics hadn't reached in time.
Quatre was sitting by his son's side, his hand idly stroking the long locks. Treize was behind him, resting an assuring hand on his husband's shoulder, his own eyes staring down at the prone figure of their adopted son. He was then looking to Wufei and Trowa, the man urging them closer with a tilt of his head. It was time for some explanations, now that Wufei was up.
"Do you know how this happened, Wufei?", Treize quietly questioned as the came next to him.
Wufei pulled his eyes away from his friend to look up at his second guardian and solemnly shook his head.
"I found him unconscious on the bed.", he murmured, not sure if he was in trouble or not.
"What about the man that was arrested?", Quatre was asking, "Do you know if he did it?"
Wufei shuddered as he thought about Heero and he gladly allowed Trowa to embrace him. He answered Quatre's question with a shaky voice, clinging to Trowa as he thought back to a few hours earlier.
"I don't know. Heero came in after I had found him."
Quatre stood at the name, moving to Wufei and lifting the boy's face to look at him, his eyes widened in shock and worry.
"Heero?", he questioned, taking Wufei from Trowa's arms, "Fei, are you okay? What did he do to you?"
The small teen only burst into tears, shaking his head to try and explain that thankfully nothing had happened. He was pulled into Quatre's arms, the man having started crying himself, his face buried in Wufei's hair.
"Thank Allah you're okay.", he softly sobbed, stroking ebony locks, "I don't know if I'd be able to forgive myself if you had been hurt."
Treize had moved closer to the two of them, pulling them closer to embrace them both and place a kiss to the top of Wufei's head.
"It's alright.", he tried to soothe them both, Wufei pulled fully into his arms, "You're okay, Fei. We'd never let anything happen to you. We love you."
At the three words, Wufei's sobs came harder, his arms desperately clinging to Treize. He had been finding it hard to believe at first, but it had been confirmed. He had family who loved him, and he was grateful that they were here. He needed them now more than he ever did.
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A month had passed since the scare with him and Zechs. The older boy had been released from the hospital a few days after, the doctor ordering that he take it easy for a while. With the boys back home and the scare out of the way, Quatre and Treize had thought about grounding them, but figured that they had gone through enough.
Wufei had caught word that Heero was in jail. Even though the charges against him for that night had been waved, he was still wanted for drug possesion and extorsion. A weight seemed to have lifted from his shoulder with that news. Heero wasn't a threat to him any more, since he had always been wary with the man roaming the boroughs freely, knowing that he was looking for him.
He had also been permanately adopted by Treize and Quatre, his new parents throwing a welcoming party for him. He found for the first time in his life that he was truly happy where he was. He could never truly forget what had happened to him in the past, but he was slowly learning how to take his mind off of it. The past would never haunt him again.
He was pulled from his thoughts as Trowa began nuzzle at his neck, Wufei gently pushing his boyfriend away. He smiled up at him, grateful to have him as well. He didn't know where he would be if it weren't for him. Trowa had been one of the first to love him. Trowa easily menuevered around Wufei's hands, nuzzling Wufei's neck once again, managing a gasp from his smaller lover as he took to mouthing at the flesh there.
"Trowa, we can't.", Wufei tried to argue, "Treize is in the next room."
That had the boy stopping, and Trowa pulled away as quickly as he had started. Treize still scared him and he knew the man was as protective of Wufei as he was. They were in his room, which was finally done, and had been watching a movie. It was odd that Treize had allowed Trowa to come up here, but then again, he had ordered that the door stay open.
"Dragon!", that was Treize's new nickname for him, and Wufei had no idea where he had gotten it from, "It's time for Trowa to go!"
The banged boy slowly stood from the bed, but not before he thoroughly kissed Wufei goodbye, grabbing up the movie he had brought and leaving with a wave. A few seconds later, Zechs came strolling in, looking to Wufei with a knowing stare.
"Nothing happened.", the sloe-eyed boy told him before he could ask, "What do you want?"
Zechs only rolled his eyes, heading for the bed and plopped himself down beside his brother. It was still a bit weird to think of him as such, being that he still had the hots for the Chinese-Irish boy. He kept hope alive, though. Trowa could always fall out with Wufei and they weren't related by blood; he still had a chance.
"Mail call.", he announced, holding out a letter for him.
Wufei frowned as he took the single letter from Zechs' hand, staring down at it curiously. Who could be sending him mail?
"You know someone in Ireland?', Zechs asked curiously, answering Wufei's question at the same time.
He turned the letter over to the back to read the return address and sure enough it was from Ireland. There was only one person he could think of. Carefully, he opened the envelope, and pulled out the contents. A dried clover fluttered to the bed and Wufei lifted it into his hand as his eyes looked to the picture that it had been sent with.
It held Duo and an old woman, the two of them smiling as they loosely hugged each other, a beautiful view of the ocean behind them. He smiled as he looked down at it. Duo seemed happy and he was glad that he was. He turned the picture over and found a few scribbled words.
Nana thought it best you know that though we aren't much, you still have a family with us. I figured I'd send you the luck of the Irish as well.
He turned the picture over to study it again, glad to know that he had them as well.
"Who are they?", Zechs questioned, looking over Wufei's shoulder.
"My family.", he answered, holding the picture for Zechs to see it better, "That's my brother and my grandmother. They're on her land in Ireland."
"Well aren't you the lucky one?", Zechs teased him, "You started out with less than a family and now you have two."
"Yeah.", Wufei softly agreed, turning to smile up at his friend and new bother.
He was truly lucky indeed.
T.B.C.
Whoo! I can't believe I basically finished this. It took me long enough. There's only a prologue after this and I hope to have it up by the end of this week. Well, I hope this chapter was good. Please tell me what you thought, I'd appreciate it.
Pairings: 3x5, 13x4, 1x2
Rating: NC-17 for some naughty moments.
Author's Note: I give you the last chapter before the prologue. This one may be a bit short, but we'll see how long I can stretch it out. You can begin reading, right about. . . now!
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Zechs was unable to contain his excitement as Trowa pulled into a parking space a block away from their destination. He could already feel the bass of the music and he wanted nothing more than to jump out of the car and have himself a good time. He did just that, barely waiting for the engine to die, leaving Wufei and his boyfriend behind.
"Come on, you guys. By the time you two move your asses the party will be over."
Wufei only scoffed as he watched Zechs sprint down the sidewalk. Why the boy was so excited he couldn't undertsand. It was only a party after all. He looked to his boyfriend then, who seemd more nervous than before and he smiled. It would seem that Treize had gotten the result he wanted as Trowa seemed to be doubting his decision in coming here. He couldn't allow Treize's intimidation to disrupt their good time. He had agreed to come so that he and Trowa could get some well deserved alone time and he was not going to let anything change that.
"Trowa, are you ready to go?", he asked, his hand reaching out to stroke the older boy's hair.
"Home?", Trowa asked, looking to his small lover.
Wufei only snorted, taking to opening the passenger side door and climbing out. He rounded the front of the car, coming to the driver's side and pulling the door open. Then he was leaning over and looking down at his boyfriend with a sympatheic look. Trowa looked so adorable when he was scared out of his mind.
"I'm not going home, Trowa.", Wufei announced with a shake of his head, "Besides, if you go home then that means no sex."
"But your dad said-"
"Trowa, how long has it been?", Wufei interrupted him.
Wufei's question caused the older teen to stop, his eyes focusing ahead of him as he counted back the days in his head. If his calculations were right, then that meant the last time he and Wufei had gotten any was the week after their first time. The engine was turned off and Trowa was climbing out of the car without hesitance. Wufei was shocked as he was lifted, draped over Trowa's shoulder and toted off toward the house.
"It's been too long.", was Trowa's only words and Wufei laughed as he was carried off.
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Heero watched from his car, okay well it wasn't his car, but either way he watched as Trowa and Wufei made their way to the house hosting a party. Wufei was once again walking on his own two feet, the taller teen having placed him down, though he was held possesively around the waist.
Heero wasn't sure what he was feeling, but he couldn't help but think that it was a tad bit of jealousy. He had lusted after the Chinese boy a while back, it only made sense. The boy was a hot peice of ass. Unfortunately, it was a taken hot peice of ass and also forbidden. Duo had threatened that it wouldn't end well for him and he believed it.
The cigarette that he was busy smoking was put out as he took to climbing out of the car. He might as well try and talk to Wufei anyway. Though he knew it would be difficult. The boy most likely trusted him as much as he would a serial killer and his little boyfriend was more than ready to try and kick his ass.
Oh well, while he waited for the opportune moment, he could enjoy the party as well.
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Duo paid no attention to the in-flight movie that was playing as he stared down at the picture he held in his hand. He had asked Noin to stop by the old house to get the last of his stuff, and he had even taken Wufei's shrine. Noin had promised that she would drop it off for his younger brother later.
Duo was glad that he was the only one in the row, since his eyes watered as he stared down at the picture of himself and his parents. He remembered looking at this picture before and feeling so much anger and hatred, but now he found himself actually missing them. Even his father, who had pretty much been a bastard to him and his mom. Hell, the man hadn't acted any differently with his second wife and son.
He pulled out another picture, this one of Wufei, and he studied it longer than he intended to. Wufei was only seven in this picture and even though he was smiling, Duo could see the pain he was masking. It was pain that he had deliberately caused at one time, and he felt guilt eating away at him as he continued to stare at it.
He switched to looking at a more recent photo, a school photo that Noin had asked Quatre for. She had told Duo that she had to work hard to get that picture, and he appreciated that she did. He swore as a tear dropped onto the picture, not wanting to ruin it. Wufei was happier in this picture and with guilt came Duo's old feeling of envy. He kept it at bay, knowing that it would do him no good to feel it.
Though Wufei was happy, and he was feeling miserable, he couldn't let his jelousy consume. He took in a shaky breath, a hand scrubbing at his eyes as he continued to stare down at his little brother. The boy was all he had now and he was leaving him behind. With the photos in hand, Duo curled up in his seat, letting himself cry as his flight went on. In a few hours he'd be back home with Nana, and he would have left his old life behind.
It was a fresh start, and though he wasn't escatic, he knew it was the best thing for him. Wufei would be much better off without him, Duo was sure of it. At least he had been able to say goodbye, something he felt he had been saying all his life.
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From the moment they had stepped foot into the party, Zechs had gotten right into things. Wufei could only shake his head and sigh as Zechs partied as wildly as the rest as the people there. He and Trowa had found a quiet corner, as quiet as it could be with huge stereos equipped in each room.
He was aware that there were drugs being passed around, and he was sure to avoid any and all of them. He had seen what that stuff could do to a person. He couldn't take watching them smoking pot and had even left a room after seeing a girl shooting up. It had brought back too many bad memories of his brother. They were memories he had rather forget; especially after today.
Trowa seemed to have sensed his uneasiness and had guided him to a study, which surprisingly didn't have any speakers. The music was still loud enough that they had to raise their voices a bit to hear each other. Wufei was leaning against the desk, while Trowa soothingly rubbed his arms to try and calm him.
"You okay, baby?", he asked in concern, one hand rising to run through Wufei's hair.
The Chinese-Irish boy nodded, though he was sure that he wasn't. Trowa seemed to know better and he pulled Wufei closer to him, wrapping his arms about his boyfriend in comfort.
"Do you want to go?", the taller teen asked.
Wufei shook his head. Zechs was enjoying himself, he didn't want to ruin the boy's fun.
"Are you sure?", Trowa asked him, pulling away to look down at him, "I don't mind taking you home. I can always come back for Zechs."
"I'm fine.", Wufei assured him, pulling the boy closer again, "I just need a distraction."
Trowa couldn't help but smirk as Wufei offered him a suggestive smile and he gently pushed the boy back against the desk, lifting him so that Wufei was seated on top of it. Their lips met, but it wasn't for long, they were soon interrupted. The door to the study had been burst open and the two looked to it, surprised to find Zechs.
He was at the moment lip-locked with a dark-haired guy, who was eagerly running his hands over every available inch of Zech's flesh. There was a long moment of the two making out before they pulled apart to breathe, and that's when Trowa and Wufei were finally noticed.
"Damn it!", Zechs swore, pushing the guy away, "This room is taken, too."
"I don't mind sharing space.", Zechs' company said with a shrug.
Zechs scoffed, turning to look at Wufei to complain. It was cut short as his cellphone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it free to look at the caller id. He groaned as he recognized just who was calling and he crossed over to Wufei, holding the phone out for him.
"You answer it.", he ordered, obviously annoyed by the phone call, "He's been calling since we left the apartment."
With a scoff of his own at Zechs' behavior, Wufei snatched the phone away and answered it.
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Quatre had been trying to call and check up on the boy's for what seemed like an hour. Zechs wasn't answering his phone, and it was a bit frustrating. That and Treize was trying his best to make him forget calling them altogether. He slapped his husband's wandering hands away for him for what had to be the thousandth time, sending the ginger-haired man a glare.
"Treize, will you please cut that out?", he asked him, slapping a hand away again, "I'm trying to get in contact with Zechs."
Treize only chukled at his husband, his head lowering to the man's neck to begin laying gentle kisses against the sensetive skin. Quatre shivered and he smirked to himself, letting his tongue drag across it and gaining a whimper. Even though he and Quatre had already made love twice, the blond man was ready for more. Quatre would never admit it out loud, so Treize had to coax it out of him.
His mouth traveled down his husband's chest, his mouth easily latching on to a hardening nipple. He couldn't help but laugh at Quatre's surprised cry, his eyes connecting with his lover's as he teased the nub with his tongue. Quatre on the other hand was too busy moaning with each storke of Treize's tongue to remember that he had been calling Zechs' phone. That is, not until someone answered. It wasn't his luck that Treize's hand took hold of his rising cock at the same moment either.
"Oh, Allah, Treize! Yes!", he was moaning loudly, his words traveling to whoever was on the receiving end.
"Um, Quatre?"
At the nervous voice on the other end of the phone, Quatre nearly swore. Of course now was when someone would answer the damn phone. He quickly pushed Treize away from him just to be safe, not wanting whoever had answered to hear anything else.
"Yes, it's me.", he answered, ignoring Treize's objection, "Who is this?"
"Wufei."
Quatre had no time to start as he was pushed back against the bed, anything he was planning to say cut short. Blue-green eyes glared up at Treize, who only smiled at him as he hovered over his lover.
"Hello?", Wufei's voice traveled from the phone, a bit confused.
Quatre went to answer him, but the head of Treize's member nudged against his entrance and he could only stare at his husband in pure disbelief. He wouldn't. Treize offered him a smile that said he surely would and he took the phone away from Quatre.
"Wufei.", the man greeted, teasing Quatre further by applying pressure against his opening.
Quatre bit his lip to trap his whimper and Treize only chuckled, his free hand taking hold of one of Quatre's legs and spreading it wider. The blond man deperately shook his head, silently begging Treize not to, but it would seem his pleas would be ignored.
"We only wanted to check up on you.", he told the boy.
Treize quickly thrust in to the tight passage, managing to stifle his groan, but Quatre couldn't help the scream of pleasure that tore from his throat. It waned into whimpers as Treize stilled for him to adjust and he looked up to his husaband in hopes that the man would at least wait until he was through with the phone call.
"Treize, please.", he began to beg, "Wai-"
His words melted into a moan as Treize pulled out and thrusted into him again, his cheeks burning as he realized that he was definately loud enough to be heard over the phone. The taller of the two soon started to move and Quatre was unable to hold back, as each push of Treize's hips had him moaning incoherently. Lucky for him, they were muffled as Treize took to covering his mouth, but never did stop thrusting.
"Just remember no alcohol, no drugs, no sex and drive home safely.", Treize told him, smiling down at his writhing lover, "And keep an eye on Zechs for me. I have to go, I'm busy. We'll see you when you get home."
He hung up and threw the phone aside, his hand moving from Quatre's mouth as he stopped thrusting for the moment. Quatre was now panting, his face flashed as his eyes looked up to his husband longingly. Treize smiled at him before leaning down to kiss Quatre deeply and thoroughly.
"Ready for the real fun to begin?", he asked as they pulled apart.
Quatre answered with an eager whimper and Treize couldn't help the low chuckle that escaped his throat. Six months in Russia meant he had quite a bit to catch up on.
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Zechs was smirking at Wufei's horrified look, taking his phone back with a laugh and ready to tease the ebony-haired boy.
"They were doing it weren't they?", he asked.
Wufei could only nod, not sure if he wanted to think about what he had just listened in on. Zechs laughter pulled him from his thoughts and he looked over to the blond teen, who was already back in his new friend's arms.
"Why don't you take their example?", he was urging Wufei, his head nodding to Trowa, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Zechs didn't wait for either of them to answer him, he only waved goodbye and was on his way to find a room that wasn't occupied. Wufei only sighed before he was looking up to Trowa, who happened to be leering down at him with a very seductive look. Wufei was blushing even though he tried his best not to, though he didn't know what he was being so bashful about. He had been the one who suggested that they come to the damn party so that they could do just what Zechs had been implying.
"How about it, Fei?", Trowa asked him, his hands trailing over Wufei's thighs, "Do you want to take their example?"
As Wufei seemed to think things over, Trowa continued to let his hands slowly caress the smaller teen's jean-clad thighs. He was having fun just looking at his boyfriend, he had no idea where Wufei had found these jeans, but he was thankful that whatever store he had bought them from had been selling them.
His hands took hold of Wufei by the hips and he urged the boy to stand, Wufei frowning curiously at the banged-boy's action.
"Trowa?"
"Turn around.", was all Trowa said, his eyes never lifting away from the boy's jean.
A bit unsure as to why Trowa wanted him to turn around, Wufei did so slowly. Trowa couldn't hold back the lecherous grin as the boy's jean clad ass was now facing him. He really had to thank whoever talked Wufei into buying these jeans. It was most likely Zechs; he was beginning to like him more and more every day.
"Fei, your ass looks so hot in those jeans.", he complemented, a hand reaching out to stroke a cheek, "I'm glad I agreed to come along. I finally get to have your tight little ass for myself."
Wufei couldn't help the yelp that escaped his lips as Trowa gave him a hard, sound smack on his backside and he spun to glare at his green-eyed lover, his hands protectively covering his now smarting butt.
"Trowa!", he growled out, the taller boy only laughing, "If I had known you were so much of a pervert, I would have had second thoughts about bringing you along."
Trowa only snorted, taking hold of Wufei unexpectedly and lifting him, another surprised yelp escaping the Chinese-Irish boy's lips. He was then seated onto the desk again, but this time was pushed back until he was lying on his back. Trowa was soon hovering over him, their lips meeting as his right hand took to lifting Wufei's shirt. His tongue was gently pushing past Wufei's lips, delving in to taste the boy's mouth, smirking as Wufei moaned and pulled him closer. He pulled away to smile down at his lover, whose cheeks were tinted again, his chest rising and falling in short breaths.
"I'm not a pervert, Fei.", Trowa confessed, his hand tracing over the boy's torso, "I'm just really horny."
His fingers traced up to a nipple, easily pinching at it and smiling wickedly as Wufei arched into the touch, his pouting lips parting to let free a gasp.
"Though I think you can help me with that little problem, now can't you?", Trowa was asking him, and Wufei eagerly nodded.
He was having the same problem himself. He would be more than willing to help.
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Heero stood against the wall in the basement, having been led there by a pretty blonde, who was currently dancing with one of her friends. She had told him that there was some good stuff down here and Heero hadn't been led wrong. His fingers currently held a blunt in his hand, and he took a drag of it as the girl winked in his direction. She had been giving him signals since he had walked through the door, but he wasn't so sure if she was his type. Blonds didn't much do it for him.
The blunt stopped halfway on his way to his lips as he caught sight of a young man entering the basement, with an older guy hanging around his waist and he found himself rethinking his decision. That was one hot blond and Heero found himself watching as the boy dragged his company to the makeshift dance floor.
He was supposed to be looking for Wufei, but he could have his fun. Besides, the longer he watched the boy in front of him, he recognized him as the same boy that had been traveling with the dark-haired teen. His attention was drawn away from him as someone was offering him crystal meth, and he surprisingly declined. Meth had been his party drug at one time. Besides, he was baked enough as it was.
He realized the chick from earlier was glaring at him but he ignored her, watching as his new eye candy accepted a drink from who he guessed was his date. He looked too young to be drinking, but then again, he himself was an official alcoholic at age fourteen. As the boy's date left again, having finished his own drink, Heero decided to make his move. His blunt was handed to someone random, since he felt that he had smoked enough of it.
As the boy took one last sip from his drink, he rested it down on a side table and Heero frowned. That wasn't smart at all, not when he knew something was bound to end up in that cup, even if it wasn't put there for the boy per say. As the young teen continued to dance with himself, Heero walked closer, reaching past him to lift the cup.
Zechs turned to face him, expecting his new found date for the evening, but instead found a hotter, older guy smiling down at him. He accepted his cup that was given back to him, and he offered the man a smile of his own.
"It's not a smart move resting that down in here.", Heero warned him, having to lean in so Zechs could hear him, "You might get something extra that you never asked for."
Zechs shrugged, taking a sip from his cup, his eyes checking out the new body in front of him. He couldn't help but wonder if it was too late to ditch the last guy.
"Thanks.", he said, leaning closer himself, "I don't know what I'd do if something had gotten in there."
"It's best not to think about.", Heero said with a smile of his own, "You're one hot piece of ass. What's your name?"
Though he wasn't sure if to be thankful or offended at the man's words. He decided on the fromer, as he thought the man was a hot piece of ass himself.
"Zechs.", he provided, finishing off his drink.
Heero took hold of Zechs' waist, and pulled him closer, glad to see that Zechs easily pressed against him. He brought his mouth closer to the teen's ear, his lips brushing against it and sending a shiver througout the boy's body.
"You want to head upstairs, Zechs?", he asked, his hand reaching down to squeeze Zech's ass, "We can have our own little party."
"Okay.", the teen easily agreed, crystal blue eyes looking up into colbat, "Can you get me another drink first?"
Heero couldn't help it, and he kissed the boy before making his way to the bar, telling Zechs to stay put. The bar was a self installed piece, that someone now stood behind, acting as the bartender of the evening. Heero ordered the drink, the bartender peeking over his shoulder before offering him a smile.
"Want some help with him, buddy?", he was asking, ready to drop a pill into the cup.
Heero grabbed hold of his wrist before he could, his eyes glaring back at the young man.
"I'm quite capable, thank you."
As he let go of him, Heero was distracted by the tap on his shoulder and he turned to face the young woman before. She was fuming and he groaned as he had forgotten all about her. She didn't hesitate to give him a slap, Heero's face turning from the force of it. While he was dealing with her, he missed the bartender slipping the unwanted drug into the cup.
"Asshole!", the girl called back to him as she stormed off.
Heero only scoffed, turning back to the bartender who offered him a shrug, and pushed the cup closer to him.
"Enjoy.", he told him.
Heero only nodded his thanks before he was heading back in Zechs' direction. His arm was around the boy's waist again as he handed the blond the drink, and then he was leading him back up the basement stairs. They were going to need a bedroom.
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They found one soon enough, and though it had been occupied, Heero had chased them off. He was impatient and he wasn't in the mood to go looking for another. As he locked the door to make sure that they weren't interrupted, Zechs sat himself onto the bed, downing most of his drink and resting the cup down on the nightstand. He was aware that he was feeling tipsy and decided that it was best he slow down on the drinks.
He sat and watched as Heero drew closer, leaning back so that he was propped up on his arms, his shirt riding up to give Heero a peek. His eyes looked up at the chocolate-locked man invitingly, Zechs licking suddenly dry lips. Heero easily moved forward towards the younger boy, climbing onto the bed and then on top of Zechs, not hesitating to touch.
His hands easily began unbuckling Zechs's belt, his lips locking with Zechs', and his tongue easily plunging into the eager mouth. Zechs groaned as Heero's tongue stroked the inside of his mouth, letting his hands tangle themselves in unruly locks as he laid back. Heero's hands moved to lifting the boy's shirt, having finished unbuckling his belt and unfastening the pants as well.
Their kiss ended so that not only could they breathe, but to give Heero the chance to suckle the skin of the boy's neck. Zechs gasped as Heero did so, knowing that he shouldn't allow the man to leave any marks. If Treize saw any sign that he had gone against the rules, he would most likely be grounded for the rest of the summer, which he didn't want happening."
"Ah!", he was cryign out, as Heero's teeth nipped the crook of his neck, "Wait a second, I can't risk hickies."
Heero pulled away to stare down at Zechs with an amused smirk, his hands dragging the boy's shirt up and off of him. Zechs sat up and gently pushed Heero back some, frowning as his head seemed to feel fuzzier than he was used to. He didn't usually get this drunk after so few drinks. Maybe he had been drinking stronger liqour than he was used to?
"What, you have a boyfriend?"
Heero's question almost went unheard and Zechs shook his head, both to answer the question and clear his head.
"My parent's would freak.", he admitted, trying to fight off his dizziness, "Besides, you didn't even tell me your name yet."
Heero chuckled, letting his hand run over the soft skin of Zechs' torso, pushing the boy back onto the bed again. He wasn't sure if the boy was beginning to doubt his decision, but Heero wasn't going to let him back out.
"You want to know my name?", Heero asked, his mouth lowering to trace his tongue over the boy's taught stomach, "It's Heero."
Zechs' eyes widened at the name, his mind remembering Wufei telling him that name. Heero had been the bastard that had tried to rape the dark-haired boy and there was no way that he was going to allow this asshole to get any farther.
"Get off of me!", Zechs snapped, pushing Heero away, "Stay the fuck away from me!"
Heero frowned as he was rudely shoved away, reaching out to stop the boy from climbing out of the bed. There was no fucking way he'd allow Zechs to run out on him, his dick was hard and he was going to get his fuck no matter what. Zechs on the other hand thought it best to get out of there as soon as possible. He had to warn Wufei and Trowa. Heero being here couldn't be good. The sudden jerk of his arm had him falling back against the bed and not too soon after he was pinned beneath the Japanese man.
"No, get off of me!", Zechs cried, fighting off both Heero and the fuzzy feeling in his head, "Don't fucking. . . touch. . ."
He trailed off as everything went dark for him. Heero's frowned deepened as Zechs suddenly went limp, his eyes falling closed in unconciousness. This couldn't be good.
"Zechs.", he gently called, tapping the boy's face, "Zechs, come on, get up."
He growled as he reached for the boy's forgotten cup, looking in and finding the nearly dissolved pill at the bottom.
"Shit!", he swore, throwing the cup aside and tried to revive Zechs again, "Come on, kid. Don't you fucking do this to me."
He swore again as he failed and stood from the bed, reaching for the phone on the nightstand. He lifted it to his ear and found no dial tone. The phone was slammed down onto the hook and he stopped to think for a moment. Zechs had to have a cell phone. He quickly checked the unconscious teen's pockets, sighing in relief as he found it. It took him a minute or two to place a call to the cops for an ambulence. He then busied himself with replacing Zechs shirt and trying to wake him up. It was no use, the boy was out cold.
The last time this had happened to him, he had merely left the guy behind, but he found himself staying. It was kind of his fault that Zechs had even ended up drinking the damn thing and though he was at risk of being arrested, he could at least stay until the cops came. He would sneak out later to avoid actually confronting the authority.
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Wufei laid atop the desk, naked, panting, and sweating. His arms were wrapped tightly around Trowa, whose head was leaning against his shoulder. The older boy was panting himself, him and Wufei having just finished having what had to be the best sex since they had last done it. Trowa finally lifted his head to kiss his lover's lips, the two letting it lazily drag on, before they had to pull away so they could breathe.
"I love you.", Trowa softly told Wufei, their noses nuzzling.
Wufei only smiled, pulling his boyfriend into another kiss. They pulled away after a long while, Trowa standing and dragging Wufei with him. They took to cleaning themselves up and then redressing, stealing kisses as they did so. After they had straightened up as much as they could, Wufei couldn't help but wonder what Zechs was up to. Treize had asked him to keep an eye on him after all.
"We should look for, Zechs.", Wufei suggested, "Who knows what he's gotten himself into."
Trowa agreed; he hadn't known Zechs long, but he had a feeling the other boy could easily get himself into alot of trouble.
"How about I check downstairs while you head upstairs?", the taller teen asked.
Wufei nodded in agreement. They would be able to find him faster that way and they really needed to find him. They were due back home in a half an hour. He and Trowa went their seperate ways after leaving the study, the green-eyed boy heading for the basement and Wufei climbing the stairs.
The Chinese-Irish boy had found alot of things, which he ended up apologizing for interrupting, and which earned him a now burning face. Every door he checked behind came up empty and there was only one left. He could only hope that Zechs was in there, he was becoming worried. There were so many unsavory people here that could easily do harm to Zechs, and with no offense to the blond boy, a pretty face and sexy body could lead the boy into unwanted trouble.
His hand took hold of the knob and Wufei slowly peeked into the room. It was dark, but he could swear that he made out a shape on the bed. His curiousity got the best of him and he reached for the light switch, trying to find it on the wall.
"Hello?", he called as he searched, "Are you okay?"
He found the light and then it was turned on, his eyes looking to the bed. His blood ran cold as he recognized Zechs, still and unmoving as he laid there. Something was wrong; something had to have happened.
"Zechs!", he was calling out as he rushed to the bed.
He climbed in next to the boy, a trembling hand reaching out to feel at the boy's neck for a pulse. It was there, but it was fading quickly. Wufei took to gently shaking the boy, wanting to try and rouse him to wake up.
"Zechs!", he tried, his voice holding panic, "Zechs, come on. Please get up."
Zechs' body only moved limply as he shook him and Wufei knew that he needed to get help. He stood from the bed, not wanting to leave the boy behind but wanting to find Trowa. The older boy might know what to do, since Wufei's panic wasn't helping him think clearly. He turned to head for the door, but stopped in his tracks as he found that he was no longer alone.
Ebony eyes widened in unbridled fear as he watched Heero gently close the door behind him, a towel in his hand. What was he doing here?
Heero would have considered himself lucky, having found that Wufei had come to him. He had left to get a damp towel for Zechs' forehead, and had returned to find Duo's younger brother trying to wake his friend.
The way that the boy stiffened as the door closed, Heero knew that this wasn't going to turn out well. Either way, he still needed to talk with him. Now had to be as good a time as any.
"I finally found you.", he worded, stepping forward, "You're a hard son of a bitch to find."
Wufei backed away frantically as Heero came closer, not wanting the older man to get a hold of him. He didn't trust him and who knew what was bound to happen with no one able to hear them.
"Wufei-"
"Stay away from me!", Wufei shouted, knocking into the nightstand,"Just leave me alone!"
Heero continued to come closer and Wufei did the only thing he could think of, or at least tried to. He had tried to run past Heero, but the man had easily reached for him and caught him. The frightened shout left Wufei's mouth as he was dragged back against Heero, the teenager fighting to be let go.
"No, let go of me!", he was screaming, trying his best to pull free, "Leave me alone, Heero!"
"Wufei, calm the fuck down!", the older man bellowed, struggling to keep a hold on Wufei.
He had to take to dropping the towel and covering the boy's mouth, as Wufei was screaming for help. He fought the boy back to the bed, pushing him down to try and pin him in place. He should have known that it was a bad idea to push the boy onto the bed, as Wufei took to really fighting him. He swore as teeth bit down onto his hand, but having no time to try and soothe the pain. He had to stop Wufei's arms from flailing around, one had already managed to land a successful scratch beneath his left eye.
The boy was sobbing by now, trying his best to fight his way free, and obviously afraid of what Heero intended to do to him. Which was nothing, though if it had been earlier, Heero was sure that he wouldn't have hesitated to take what he wanted. He was growing annoyed with the boy's yelling and sobbing, and his anger flared as Wufei's knee came too close to hitting him in the groin.
"Calm the fuck down!", he was bellowing again, the back of his hand ripping across the boy's face.
The heavy hit stunned the boy into silence, as well as burst his lip and Heero stood panting in anger as he glared down at him. He had missed the door opening in his struggles with Wufei, unaware that someone had seen him strike the sloe-eyed boy as well.
"You son of a bitch!"
Heero had no time to see who had said the words. He was knocked to the floor with a right hook to his jaw. Trowa had been looking for Wufei, having found that he was taking too long to catch up with him. His searching had led him here and he opened the door to find Wufei fighting Heero off. He had been too stunned to move at first, but it was the blow to Wufei's face that had his anger driving him to move.
He didn't give Heero time to stand and he knelt in front of the man, grabbing him by the shirt and sending another punch to the man's face. Heero chose that moment to snap out of it and he managed a hit of his own, knocking the banged teen back. Trowa however, was tougher than Heero thought and the two were soon caught in an all out brawl.
Wufei had snapped out of it in time, sitting up just as Heero sent a punch to the younger boy that had him falling to the floor in pain. Wufei rushed off of the bed to come to Trowa's rescue, as Heero had taken up an abandoned bottle to use as a weapon.
"Heero, stop!"
Wufei was stunned again, falling to the floor after another blow to his face. This one had his vision blurring and he stared up at the sight of Heero turning back to Trowa, waniting to stop him but unable to move. Luckily enough he didn't have to.
"Freeze!", a heavy voice cried out, stopping things in their tracks, "NYPD Police! Put the bottle down and lift your hands above your head."
Heero did as was told, the bottle dropping to the carpeted floor and his hands were lifted. He silently cursed as the cop moved forward to cuff him. Wufei watched as Heero was arrested, another cop moving to Trowa to help the boy. He was helped as well, urged to stand, but he wasn't sure that he could. He was feeling dizzy.
Two E.M.T. personnel entered the room as Heero was dragged away, and they rushed over to the bed where Zechs was still laying. Wufei watched as they checked on him.
"It looks like he was drugged.", one of them, a woman, announced before she was feeling for his pulse, "I can't feel a pulse!"
"No!", Wufei cried out, wanting to moved forward.
He was held back by a police officer, who tried to calm him down as well. The woman's partner was then pressing his ear to Zechs' chest, lifting after a few moments to look at his partner and nod.
"I hear a heartbeat but he's fading fast. We need a stretcher a.s.a.p."
Their attention was pulled away from Zechs as a loud thump echoed in the room. Wufei had fainted and one of the E.M.T workers was by his side in an instant, checking his pulse and sighing in relief.
"Make that two stretchers.", she told the cops, "Let's get these kids to a hospital."
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Treize was pulled from his sleep as the phone rang and he looked to the clock. It was now 2:30 in the morning and the boys had yet to come home. He wondered if it was them calling. If it was, they were going to hear it. It would be no more parties for the rest of the summer.
His hand lifted the receiver and he pressed it to his ear, his free hand stroking through Quatre's blond hair as the man's head rested on his chest.
"Hello?"
Treize frowned as a voice he couldn't recognize responded.
"Yes, this their guardian.", Treize answered, after having been asked a question, "Is something the matter?"
His frown deepened as the person went on, Quatre stirring and glancing up sleepily at his husband.
"Treize, is that the boys?", he asked.
Treize held up a hand to signal him to be quiet, sitting up in the bed and turning on the lamp by the bedside.
"He's what!"
Treize's exclamaition caused Quatre to frown in worry. What was going on?
"Baby, what's wrong?", he tried, Treize only signaling him to shush once again.
"Are you sure they're okay?"
"Treize-", he was cut short before he could finish his question.
"We'll be there as soon as we can manage.", Treize was saying, standing from the bed, "Thank you. We're on our way."
Quatre waited anxiously as Treize took to flinging on his clothes, standing from the bed and following his husband's example. He wish he could know what was going on. He was trying to figure out what had Treize so nervous.
"Treize, what happened?", he asked, the both of them now fully dressed.
"We have to go.", his husband finally answered him, "Zechs and Wufei are in the hospital."
Quatre froze in pure shock at the words, Treize reaching out to take hold of him before Quatre could overreact.
"Are they okay?", the blond was asking, his voice trembling, "Treize, tell me my sons are okay."
"It's alright, angel.", Treize soothed, trying to calm Quatre with an embrace, "They're going to be okay. Come on, let's head to the hospital."
Soon enough he was leading Quatre out of the door, the blond already close to tears with worry. Treize himself was worried and he would admit that he was scared as well. He only hoped that they really were alright. He had no idea what to do if he found out that they weren't.
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Wufei came to, only to find himself lying in a hospital bed, his face holding a dull pain. He could feel that his bottom lip had swelled some and he figured it only made sense. Heero had hit him pretty hard; twice. He heard the soft murmers of people talking and he looked to the door, where Treize was conversing with a doctor.
His eyes were then looking to the small couch that sat in the room. It held Trowa, who was bruised and battered, sleeping unsoundly it would seem. He wasn't aware that there was someone next to his bed until a hand was touching his face, and Wufei was slowly turning to find Quatre.
His guardian was looking down to him in concern, red eyes tearing up again as he did. Wufei didn't understand what the man could be crying for, but he figured that it was relief from his waking up. Unless. . .
"No.", he whimpered, trying to sit up, "Where's Zechs? What happened to him? Where is he?"
"Wufei, it's alright.", Quatre tried to soothe him, "You have to lie back down."
"No!", he was going to be stubborn, "Tell me he's okay? I want to see him! Where is he!"
His hysterics woke Trowa and attracted both the doctor's and Treize's attention. He was pressed back into the bed, all four of them trying their best to calm him down.
"It's okay, Wufei.", Treize told him sternly, "Zechs is okay."
He calmed considerably at the words, looking up to the ginger-haired man, still a bit uncertain.
"Where is he?", he asked, looking to the doctor, "I want to see him."
"He's resting now, Wufei.", the doctor informed him, "You can see him tomorrow, but I want you to rest now as well."
The Chinese-Irish boy stubbornly shook his head. He wouldn't be able to rest until he saw Zechs himself, not until he was sure that he was really and truly alright.
"Please, he begged.", looking to Quatre, "I just want to see him."
Blue-green eyes looked from Wufei to the doctor, who only sighed in defeat.
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Like he wanted, Wufei was taken to see Zechs, Trowa by his side since Wufei had refused being pushed in a wheel chair. He looked down to the blond-haired teen, who had yet to wake up. He was hooked up to a breathing tube as a safegaurd and his stomach had been pumped. According to the doctor, Zechs had ingested a high dose of Rohypnol, and would have most likely died if the paramedics hadn't reached in time.
Quatre was sitting by his son's side, his hand idly stroking the long locks. Treize was behind him, resting an assuring hand on his husband's shoulder, his own eyes staring down at the prone figure of their adopted son. He was then looking to Wufei and Trowa, the man urging them closer with a tilt of his head. It was time for some explanations, now that Wufei was up.
"Do you know how this happened, Wufei?", Treize quietly questioned as the came next to him.
Wufei pulled his eyes away from his friend to look up at his second guardian and solemnly shook his head.
"I found him unconscious on the bed.", he murmured, not sure if he was in trouble or not.
"What about the man that was arrested?", Quatre was asking, "Do you know if he did it?"
Wufei shuddered as he thought about Heero and he gladly allowed Trowa to embrace him. He answered Quatre's question with a shaky voice, clinging to Trowa as he thought back to a few hours earlier.
"I don't know. Heero came in after I had found him."
Quatre stood at the name, moving to Wufei and lifting the boy's face to look at him, his eyes widened in shock and worry.
"Heero?", he questioned, taking Wufei from Trowa's arms, "Fei, are you okay? What did he do to you?"
The small teen only burst into tears, shaking his head to try and explain that thankfully nothing had happened. He was pulled into Quatre's arms, the man having started crying himself, his face buried in Wufei's hair.
"Thank Allah you're okay.", he softly sobbed, stroking ebony locks, "I don't know if I'd be able to forgive myself if you had been hurt."
Treize had moved closer to the two of them, pulling them closer to embrace them both and place a kiss to the top of Wufei's head.
"It's alright.", he tried to soothe them both, Wufei pulled fully into his arms, "You're okay, Fei. We'd never let anything happen to you. We love you."
At the three words, Wufei's sobs came harder, his arms desperately clinging to Treize. He had been finding it hard to believe at first, but it had been confirmed. He had family who loved him, and he was grateful that they were here. He needed them now more than he ever did.
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A month had passed since the scare with him and Zechs. The older boy had been released from the hospital a few days after, the doctor ordering that he take it easy for a while. With the boys back home and the scare out of the way, Quatre and Treize had thought about grounding them, but figured that they had gone through enough.
Wufei had caught word that Heero was in jail. Even though the charges against him for that night had been waved, he was still wanted for drug possesion and extorsion. A weight seemed to have lifted from his shoulder with that news. Heero wasn't a threat to him any more, since he had always been wary with the man roaming the boroughs freely, knowing that he was looking for him.
He had also been permanately adopted by Treize and Quatre, his new parents throwing a welcoming party for him. He found for the first time in his life that he was truly happy where he was. He could never truly forget what had happened to him in the past, but he was slowly learning how to take his mind off of it. The past would never haunt him again.
He was pulled from his thoughts as Trowa began nuzzle at his neck, Wufei gently pushing his boyfriend away. He smiled up at him, grateful to have him as well. He didn't know where he would be if it weren't for him. Trowa had been one of the first to love him. Trowa easily menuevered around Wufei's hands, nuzzling Wufei's neck once again, managing a gasp from his smaller lover as he took to mouthing at the flesh there.
"Trowa, we can't.", Wufei tried to argue, "Treize is in the next room."
That had the boy stopping, and Trowa pulled away as quickly as he had started. Treize still scared him and he knew the man was as protective of Wufei as he was. They were in his room, which was finally done, and had been watching a movie. It was odd that Treize had allowed Trowa to come up here, but then again, he had ordered that the door stay open.
"Dragon!", that was Treize's new nickname for him, and Wufei had no idea where he had gotten it from, "It's time for Trowa to go!"
The banged boy slowly stood from the bed, but not before he thoroughly kissed Wufei goodbye, grabbing up the movie he had brought and leaving with a wave. A few seconds later, Zechs came strolling in, looking to Wufei with a knowing stare.
"Nothing happened.", the sloe-eyed boy told him before he could ask, "What do you want?"
Zechs only rolled his eyes, heading for the bed and plopped himself down beside his brother. It was still a bit weird to think of him as such, being that he still had the hots for the Chinese-Irish boy. He kept hope alive, though. Trowa could always fall out with Wufei and they weren't related by blood; he still had a chance.
"Mail call.", he announced, holding out a letter for him.
Wufei frowned as he took the single letter from Zechs' hand, staring down at it curiously. Who could be sending him mail?
"You know someone in Ireland?', Zechs asked curiously, answering Wufei's question at the same time.
He turned the letter over to the back to read the return address and sure enough it was from Ireland. There was only one person he could think of. Carefully, he opened the envelope, and pulled out the contents. A dried clover fluttered to the bed and Wufei lifted it into his hand as his eyes looked to the picture that it had been sent with.
It held Duo and an old woman, the two of them smiling as they loosely hugged each other, a beautiful view of the ocean behind them. He smiled as he looked down at it. Duo seemed happy and he was glad that he was. He turned the picture over and found a few scribbled words.
Nana thought it best you know that though we aren't much, you still have a family with us. I figured I'd send you the luck of the Irish as well.
He turned the picture over to study it again, glad to know that he had them as well.
"Who are they?", Zechs questioned, looking over Wufei's shoulder.
"My family.", he answered, holding the picture for Zechs to see it better, "That's my brother and my grandmother. They're on her land in Ireland."
"Well aren't you the lucky one?", Zechs teased him, "You started out with less than a family and now you have two."
"Yeah.", Wufei softly agreed, turning to smile up at his friend and new bother.
He was truly lucky indeed.
T.B.C.
Whoo! I can't believe I basically finished this. It took me long enough. There's only a prologue after this and I hope to have it up by the end of this week. Well, I hope this chapter was good. Please tell me what you thought, I'd appreciate it.