Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Promises ❯ Promises Broken ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Megan stared at her dinner plate without blinking. Quatre glanced at her, growing more worried as she picked at the roast lamb and baby carrots without actually consuming any of them. It had been a week since her date with Wufei. In that week she’d barely spoken to either him or Trowa. He’d had Margaret cook her favorite dishes tonight, hoping to entice her to eat a little something.

Earlier in the week he’d felt vaguely guilty at the secret pleasure he felt that the date obviously hadn’t gone well. Trowa had been right after all and their eldest daughter had seemed disappointed, but not heartbroken. But now, she was downright distressed. Her very spirit seemed rumpled. He’d noticed she had also taken off her necklace. It was strange to see her neck bare like that. But both he and Trowa had let it go without comment.

“Babu, will you please pass the potatoes.” Quatre was snapped out of his thoughts by the voice of Shair, the youngest of their children. Shair sat to his left, just next to Megan.

Quatre wordlessly passed the potatoes to the 4 year old, his eyes never leaving Megan. Beside Shair, his twin sister bounced in her chair. Irene was the oldest by 4 minutes and never hesitated to remind Shair of it. Her fair hair and round brown eyes were in sharp contrast to Shair’s own features. His hair was so dark it was almost black and his eyes were the most curious shade of blue, almost purple in their intensity.

Further down the table, Trowa was speaking quietly with Emma, their second child. The 10 year old was still smarting from being grounded after getting into yet another fight at school. She simply didn’t understand that just because someone said something ugly didn’t mean you could justify being mean back. It was an uphill battle as Emma was by far their most unruly child. On the other side of Megan sat Lilith, their middle child.

Where as Emma was seemingly a miniature of Trowa, Lilith resembled neither of them. She was the picture of Catherine made over. Catherine had been the surrogate for Lilith, Shair and Irene. After delivering the twins she’d declared herself done with pregnancies.

He and Trowa had turned to Quatre’s youngest sister for help with completing their family. She was now pregnant as a surrogate with the last and final Winner children. Yes, children. It still boggled Quatre’s mind to think that JZ was carrying triplets. Her adamant refusal to undergo a selective reduction when all three embryos had successfully implanted was fully backed by Quatre and Trowa. It was amazing to realize that in just 3 short weeks, if all went well, their family would be complete with 8 children. 6 had seemed to Quatre and Trowa a good number, that was the sole reason they’d gone for the final pregnancy. But then now that it was getting closer to time for their new children to come home, 8 sounded perfect.

A large family, but not so huge that the Barton-Winner children would feel forgotten about or strangers to one another. But then Quatre was coming to realize that with the addition of each child, he was getting better and better at rationalizing why each addition made the number of children even better.

“Megan, your Papa tells me that you haven’t finished your portion of the chapter you’re supposed to be working on. Is something bothering you?” Quatre tried quietly. His third vain attempt at starting conversation.

“No, Babu. I’m fine. Just haven’t felt quite the thing lately.” She responded with a vague hint of a smile that did not reach her eyes.

Quatre nodded and let the lie slide without calling her on it. If it were something earth-shaking she would come to them, as she always did. At the other end of the table, Emma screeched unhappily and pushed her chair back. “You don’t understand me! I hate you. I hate all of you!” She flew from the room.

Megan rubbed her temples unhappily. Trowa stared after their daughter in bewildered amusement. “I suppose that I shouldn’t have just outright said no, should I?”

Quatre felt his heart sink. His lovely, well-planned family dinner was going to hell in the proverbial hand basket. “What did you say no to?”

Trowa sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair, letting his slender frame fall against the wood heavily. “I told her she couldn’t go to a boy-girl party unchaperoned and that Megan needed to be there to watch over her.”

Megan’s eyes suddenly tore from the plate she’d found so fascinating. “What? Why would you do that? I’m not a babysitter! Did it occur to you that I might have plans that night?”

The tension at the table was beginning to wear on Quatre. He slammed his open palm onto the tabletop and spoke in a dangerously low tone. “That’s enough, out of everyone. Shair, stop playing with your potatoes, Lilith, please stop slouching, Reenie, your chair is not a pilot’s seat, the dinner table is not a Gundam and your carrots are not Treize Khushrenada. Megan, I’ll speak to you in private. Right now, if you please.”

He abruptly pushed his chair back and strode from the room, heading in the direction of the family room. Once there, he stood before the window staring out at the gardens in an effort to rein in his temper for the coming storm. Megan entered the room silently. It never failed to astonish him, the mannerisms and traits she had of his husband’s. He spoke softly. “Please shut the door behind you.” She obeyed instantly and crossed the room to stand next to him, arms folded as she waited for him to speak.

He turned to look at her. There were bruises beneath her eyes, evidence of her lack of rest. Her normally rosy complexion was pale and she’d obviously lost weight. He resisted the urge to wrap her in his arms and rock her back and forth as he’d done so many times when she was little.

Quatre drew in a deep breath and indicated the plush leather sofa that had seen 5 children and countless juice stains. He waited until she was seated before dropping onto the couch and folding his left leg beneath him, angling his body to face her full on. “You want to tell me what’s going on?”

Megan sighed heavily and ran her hand through her hair, squeezing at the base of her neck in a trademark nervous movement. She remained stubbornly silent. Quatre gritted his teeth as he felt her out. She was noticeably upset, her unease radiating off her in waves. There was no small amount of sadness, tinged with a deep rooted anger she herself probably didn’t even realize was there. He tried again. “Megsie, you know you can talk to me.”

“Not about this, Babu.” She responded gently, her voice thin and tired. “I’m dealing with it on my own.”

“Bullshit.” The curse was unguarded. She was surprised to hear it. He rarely cursed in front of the children, and never intentionally so. “You’re so obviously upset that I’ve been distracted at work for an entire week. You aren’teating, you aren’t sleeping and your dreams are entirely too powerful because even I wake up in a cold sweat.”

Megan slipped her shoes off and curled her knees to her chest, disregarding the perfectly pressed slacks that probably cost more than the couch they were sitting on. He eyed her levelly, patiently waiting for her to come clean. At last she inhaled deeply, and stared at the strand of hair she was worrying with. “He hates me.”

Quatre frowned. She was obviously referring to Wufei. “He said he fulfilled his promise and then he dismissed me like I was one of his unruly students at the dojo. It was humiliating, Babu. And it hurts so much. I really thought he was honestly going to give me a fair shot and then he didn’t and it just about tore my heart out to realize that he can’t see me as anything but a little kid.”

There it was again, the guilt over the feeling of relief that he now knew for certain that Wufei had not led his child on in an inappropriate way. He banished the guilt, something he’d gotten pretty good at over the last 15 years. “Megan, what happened on your date with Wufei? Did he do something?”

“No, Babu. He was a perfect gentleman and it was an incredible time, at first. But after dinner, something in him changed. He was… different. He kissed me, and it was the most powerful thing I’ve ever felt in my life. But when it was over, he just took a step back and took off his ring and handed it to me. He didn’t even give me a chance to tell him how I felt.” Tears now threatened Megan. She fisted her hand around the strands of hair and squeezed tightly. “I love him, Babu. And I know you don’t think I know what love really is, but I’ve loved him since I was five years old and at that moment it was like every dream I’ve ever had was shattered.”

“What do you mean?” Quatre pressed her gently.

She bit her lower lip for a moment and freed her hair as she angrily scrubbed at her eyes. “All the dreams I’ve ever had for my future included him. Having my own home and children. It was so overwhelming to suddenly not have those dreams anymore.”

Quatre weighed his reply carefully, not wanting to upset his daughter anymore than she already was. His relief at the revelation that Wufei would not be pursuing a relationship that was highly inappropriate warred with his natural anger at anyone who hurt his child’s feelings. “Megsie, maybe it’s for the best. There’s a lot about Wufei that you don’t know. And he’s a lot older than you. Have you ever stopped to consider the challenges any relationship between you two would mean? He’d be 45 when you turn 30. That’s a huge difference.”

“But look at Aunt Catherine and Uncle Abdul. He’s 11 years older than her and they’re happy.” She insisted with a soft sniffle of misery.

“But, honey, their circumstances are far different. Your Aunt Catherine has a lot more in common with Abdul than you know.” He fell silent, wondering if perhaps the time had come to enlighten her as to the entire truth about them and their circle of friends. Megan had never seen her mother’s journals, for one reason and one reason only. It revealed their history as Gundam pilots and Quatre hesitated to allow that knowledge to poison their child’s perception of the peaceful world she knew.

Trowa had pushed for them not to keep secrets, but Quatre had insisted that they’d fought hard for the peace their children knew and he wanted to keep their childhoods idyllic. Or as close to it as he could. He inhaled deeply, his decision made. “Megan, wait here for me. I’ll be right back. There’s something I think it’s time you were told.”

She gazed at him for a moment, then nodded. He exited the room swiftly and retrieved a startled Trowa from the kitchen where he was overseeing the younger children’s efforts to wash up the dinner dishes. Quatre did not explain to him anything, instead steering him by the elbow to the family room. As he pulled his husband into the room and pointed to a seat, Trowa wordlessly complied. He shared that trait with Megan, the infinite patience with people who insisted on being difficult.

Quatre returned to his seat and eyed Trowa. “It’s time to tell her about the war. About all of us. Everything.”

Trowa appeared startled for a moment and then nodded. “Do you want to, or shall I?”

“I will. I just want you here, in case I need you.” He paused, then looked back to Megan who was frowning at them.

“War? I don’t understand.”

“You will, if you’ll just be patient with me and let me explain everything to you.” Quatre waited until she nodded and then laced his fingers together, steeling himself against the onslaught he knew would bombard him as he spoke. “You know that your grandfather, my father, died during the war.”

“A resource satellite accidentally shot down by the colonists.” She confirmed.

“It wasn’t an accident. They were shooting at him for political reasons. They wanted him to turn over control of the colonies resources to them. He refused and chose to die protecting what he saw as a symbol of what they’d all worked so hard for. The truth behind his death was glossed over in the news, because the media at large was controlled by OZ, and they had excellent resources for covering thing up.” His voice took on a bitter edge.

Megan remained silent, digesting this information. He continued. “My father was a pacifist. He and I disagreed about that. To me freedom was something precious to protect and fight for, even if it meant losing my own life. Megsie, the truth is not that I was in school on L4 during the war. I was a soldier in the war. So was your Papa. All of us were actually. Your uncles and us.”

“All of you?” Megan’s voice was soft with shock.

“Yes.” Trowa broke in. “You’ve heard of the Gundam Pilots?”

“We studied about them in history class a few semesters ago. Papa, what are you getting at?”

“What Babu isn’t being very clear about, Megan, is that Heero, Duo, Wufei, Quatre and I… we were the five Gundam Pilots.”

Quatre could feel the sudden shock that Megan felt, followed by confusion. He held his hands out palms up as he attempted to explain. “The reason we didn’t tell you is because we fought hard for freedom and peace. And we wanted all of our children to experience that peace without worrying about their families’ involvement in the war.”

“It explains a lot.” Megan spoke in a soft, stunned voice. “It really does. But what does that have to do with Wufei being an ass? I’m not making a connection.”

“Megan, a lot happened to all of us during those years. It was the worst time in our lives in a lot of ways. But it was especially rough on Wufei. He was married when he was 14, an arranged marriage set up by the elders of his clan on L5. His wife died only a few months after their marriage. He fought in a way because of her, because of this obsession he had with justice and honor.” He could see that she was going to interrupt him, he held his hand up again. “Let me finish.” Megan’s mouth snapped closed again.

Quatre’s jaw flexed as he fought back tears. “One of the things you don’t know about Wufei is that he single-handedly changed the course of history.”

Trowa interrupted him. “Babe, I think you might be exaggerating.”

“No, I’m not and you know it.” Quatre returned his attention to Megan. “You know who Treize Khushrenada is, beyond the fact that your little sister is obsessed with him.”

Trowa snorted. “We never should have let her watch that documentary.”

Quatre cut a glare at his spouse. “Wufei was the one who killed Treize.”

Megan’s shock multiplied. She sat silently for a few minutes, processing this information. “I think I understand now.” She slowly uncurled from her position on the couch where she’d been hugging her knees since Quatre had begun speaking. “I see what you’re saying. You’re saying that because I didn’t know these things about Wufei, that I can’t possibly be the person he needs.”

The blond man bit his lower lip thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t put it exactly like that, Meg.”

“Sure you would. Just not so crudely.” She smiled sadly. “You may be right about this, Babu. If you’ll excuse me, I think I need to be alone. I have some serious thinking to do.”

He nodded. “Of course.”

“And thank you, Babu. For trusting me enough to finally tell me the truth.” She toed her shoes back on and slowly made her way from the room, hugging her midsection protectively.

They watched her go. When she had disappeared from view, he became aware of Trowa moving to embrace him from behind, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. “I’m proud of you, my heart.”

Quatre closed his eyes and leaned back into the strong embrace. “I love you too, Trowa.”

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Wufei clutched the bottle of bourbon closer. He’d abandoned the glass when he’d opened a second bottle. Thank the gods it was finally kicking in. His mission had been extended unexpectedly by four days. He’d begun hating taking field work. After 17 years at the same job, he’d seen more action than the average agent. He wanted a desk job. No, he wanted to quit. He’d been offered an anthropology professorship at the University on multiple occasions and turned it down just as many times. He only had 3 more years then he’d be able to retire with a full pension. God, retirement. That only made him feel so much older.

He took another deep swing of bourbon and leaned back into the couch, propping his feet on the coffee table. Liquor wasn’t something he usually resorted to, but on occasion, there was simply no better way to dim reality enough to get his body to slow down. Especially after such a horrible mission. He growled to himself and looked around his apartment dispassionately. The only thing he managed to feel was disgust. It was a bare as the day he’d moved in 10 years earlier. No pictures hung on the walls and the space was devoid of any decoration. All in all, it was a depressing existence. Lonely.

“Look at you, wallowing in self-pity again.” The voice came from the chair next to the couch he sat on. It was a voice he knew well.

Wufei rolled his eyes and exhaled heavily. “Go away. I’m not in the mood.”

“Obviously you are. We only talk when you’re not doing well.” Meiran sat primly on the edge of the chair, looking as youthful and beautiful and fierce as the day she’d died.

He chose to ignore that comment and studied the ghost of his dead wife for a long moment of time, taking a leisurely sip of the bourbon. He snorted lightly. God she was so young. Had he ever been so young? Her features were barely mature, hardly more than those of a child. He frowned and took another sip of the bourbon, this time with more vigor. “Why are you here?”

“You already know the answer to that, my husband. You called me. You always call me. And I always come.” Meiran’s voice was resigned, tinged with sadness.

“Well aren’t you just the dutiful little woman. You couldn’t have been so obedient when you were alive?” He snorted again.

Meiran’s eyes narrowed. “And you’ve changed as well. You’re a bigger asshole than ever, my love.”

Wufei snickered at this sarcastic endearment. “What do you want?”

“Why do you do this to yourself? To me? You think I don’t deserve to rest?” Her voice turned stern.

Wufei let his head fall back on the cushion of the couch, lifting a hand to mimic flapping lips. “You know, you’re even more annoying now than you were then. I don’t do shit to you and you know it.”

“Oh? What about denying yourself and me the opportunity to move on?”

“Move on? There’s nothing to move on to, woman.” He sighed and lifted his head. “Go away, Nataku.”

“You love her, Wufei.” His dead wife insisted.

Wufei growled lightly. “You’re even crazier now too.”

“You’re lying to yourself and you’re hurting both of you.” Meiran snapped insistently. “Get your act together, Wufei. Unless you want to die alone.”

“I’m going to die alone anyway, woman. I don’t want to be with anyone. And I’m not THAT old.” He retorted.

“I saw you with her the other night, Wufei. You were all over her. Those aren’t the actions of a man who feels nothing.”

“Those were the actions of a sexually frustrated person, Nataku.” He spoke witheringly. “I feel nothing for her.”


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Megan stood in front of Wufei’s door, her car keys dangling loosely from one hand. She’d spent the duration of the evening after her fathers’ revelation pacing her room. It was now after 10 pm, she’d made her decision. She had to get answers, the answers she knew she deserved. Wufei could be damned with his foul temper. The voice she heard was obviously his. She knocked on softly on the door, almost afraid of what she would find on the other side.

There was no answer. She knocked a second time. Wufei’s voice did not cease. She frowned as she leaned closer to the wooden door, realizing that he was speaking as though engaged in a conversation with someone, but there was no other voice. He was probably on the phone. Megan pushed the door open and let herself in. Wufei sat on the couch, vehemently waving a bottle of bourbon as he spoke to make his point. “I don’t care anything for her, she’s just a child! I’m not a pervert.”

He paused, gaze directed at the empty chair across from him. “I’m not talking to you anymore if you’re going to be that way.” He leaned forward, slamming the bottle on the coffee table for emphasis. He caught sight of Megan and furrowed his brow. “What the hell are you doing here? Don’t you know how to knock?”

Megan gritted her teeth. “I knocked twice. The door was unlocked and I heard you talking. Who were you talking to?”

“That’s none of your business, get out.” He spat the words angrily.

“No.” She replied firmly. “I need to talk to you.”

Wufei scoffed. “There’s nothing to talk about. Unless you have a good recipe for fried shrimp, because I’ve been wanting some shrimp.”

Megan frowned. “You’re drunk, Wufei.”

“Yes. Yes, I am.” He replied proudly, his scowl disappearing. “You’re smart. You’ve always been smart. You must get that from Trowa.”

Her frown deepened. “Wufei, may I sit down? I need to speak to you about something important.”

“Why the hell not, you won’t leave. You may as well take over my apartment too.” He gestured grandly to the other end of the couch.

Megan gingerly toed off her sneakers and padded barefoot to the couch, taking a seat on the edge, angled to face him head on. “You’re a sourpuss when your drunk.”

“No, my repressed negativity just comes out.” He retorted. “What do you want? Say your piece and then get out, I want to be alone. Or mostly alone.”

She pointedly ignored the cryptic remark and stared at him. “I want you to know that I know everything.”

“Everything about what?” He frowned at her, his confusion evident.

“About the war, and your wife. I also know about you piloting a Gundam and killing Treize Khushrenada. I want you to know that it doesn’t scare me away, knowing these things about you. It doesn’t change how I feel.” Megan kept her tone purposefully low.

Wufei snorted and let his head drop back onto the couch cushion staring up at the ceiling. “You know you’re full of shit. Of course it changes everything. Now instead of infatuation, it’s just going to mutate into pity. If that’s all, you should go.”

Megan was lost for words. Why was he doing this? Being this way? When had he become so cynical. Or maybe Babu was right and she really didn’t know him as well as she thought she did. The words were out before she even realized what she was saying, a last ditch effort as it were. “Give me one night, Wufei.”

His head rose from it’s resting place to peer at her curiously, all signs of anger gone as quickly as they had come. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me.”

“One night to do what? Ravish me? As if having sex with my niece will change my mind about how I feel about you.” He shuddered dramatically and rose from the couch. “Is that all you have to say, Megan? Because if you drove all the way to Manhattan to tell me that, you really must have lost your mind.”

He rounded the coffee table and pointed to the door. “I’ve let you say what you came to say, now I want you to leave. Leave before I throw you out on that luscious little ass of yours.” Wufei stared at her, his handsome features twisting into a mockery of a smile.

Megan could feel the disappointment welling up inside her again. It was a feeling she was well familiar with after a week of this entire mess. She bolted from the couch and crossed the room, planting herself in front of him. “Your such a hypocrite, Wufei.”

“What?” He stared at her, incredulous. “You dare to insult me in my own home!”

“Home?” Megan laughed bitterly. “Look around you. This isn’t a home. It’s a hiding place. That’ what you do. You preach to everyone about facing their demons, but you hide behind your job and your piety never taking a chance with your heart. You’re such a liar, so afraid of your emotions and feelings that you never risk getting hurt. You’re a hypocrite and a liar and I don’t know what I see in you. But I do see something, because I love you now more than when I was a child. I’m offering you the world and you’re refusing because you’re a coward!”

She knew instantly that she’d gone too far. She’d seen Wufei angry, but never angry and drunk. She spun on heel and leaned over to grab her shoes. His hand shot out, grabbing her by the arm and preventing her from moving. Megan attempted to jerk from his grasp. He loosened his grip slightly and the knowledge that though he was visibly angry with her, he unconsciously made allowances so as not to hurt her, warmed her somehow despite her anger.

“You need to learn a few things about me, Megan. Things that obviously your fathers left out when they informed you of my past.” He took a step closer, black eyes glittering dangerously. “I don’t take lightly to being insulted, especially not by spoiled rich little brats who’ve never known real pain.”

“Shut up, Wufei. Just shut the fuck up. I don’t care what you think anymore. You think I don’t know pain. My mother committed suicide. I was thrust into a family that I didn’t belong in. It was years before I really believed they wouldn’t send me away. And on top of it, I’ve lived my entire life hoping in a vain dream that I know now will never come true. But I pity you, Wufei. Because even though I may be spoiled, at least I think of people other than myself. You’re not only a coward, you’re also a pathetic, selfish little man who can’t see when someone really cares.” She was appalled by the venom in her voice, but she forged on, knowing the damage was already done.

“All I wanted was one night of your life. That’s at least what I deserve. Now release me and let me leave. You wanted me out, I’ll go and gladly. And I’ll never see you or speak to you again.”

“Do you hate me now, Megan?” He leaned closer, his entire body trembling with the force of his barely contained rage. “Have I accomplished through my selfishness what I tried to accomplish through more humane means?”

Megan snorted angrily. “Of course I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. Once you truly love someone, you never stop loving them. Ever. You may not like them, but you never stop loving someone if you ever really loved them.” She jerked at her arm once more, finding Wufei’s grip to be ironclad.

He propelled her towards the door, but didn’t open it as she expected. Instead, she found herself with her back pressed into it and Wufei standing over her, glaring at her through angry obsidian orbs. His grip did not lessen, instead his other hand coming up to grip her other arm just as tightly. She did not blink, or show her surprise. She merely stared at him, just as boldly as she’d done through the entire argument.

Wufei smirked, his voice suddenly cold. “You pity me? I’m a coward, and I’m selfish? You deserve a night of my life? You should hear yourself. You want to be treated like an adult, but you act like a child, throwing a fit when you don’t get your own way. Disappointment is a huge part of life. I suggest you get used to it, Princess.”

“Let me go.” Her own voice was just as hard.

“Or what?” The smirk remained fixed on his face, giving her the distinct impression that he knew something she didn’t.

Megan wiggled in his grasp. “Or I’ll scream.”

“Oh, yes.” His voice dropped to a low rumble as he stepped closer. “You’ll scream, but not because you’re trying to manipulate the neighbors. You’ll scream because I’m going to give you your one night. One you’ll never forget and when I’m finished with you, you’ll put aside this foolishness once and for all.” He released her and took a step back, the challenge clear in his eyes. “Follow me, if you really think you can handle it.”

He turned then, heading down the hallway that led to the bedrooms. She stood there for a moment, wondering at his sudden change in demeanor. He was testing her… but why? She turned around to face the door, her hand resting on the knob for a moment before she nodded resolutely and slid the deadbolt home.

Her feet seemed to move of their own accord, following Wufei’s retreating shadow to the sanctuary of his bedroom. Dimly she wondered if she’d been given a chance to redeem herself. The thought that followed was even dimmer. That perhaps it was Wufei she sought to redeem.

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Wufei stood over the bed, his drink-fogged mind niggling at him that something was off. There was something he’d meant to do differently. All he did know clearly is that he was pissed. He was pissed off at Megan and intended to give her exactly what she seemed to think she wanted. He’d been deadly serious when he told her he would make her scream. He turned to the closet and slid open the bi-fold doors, glaring at the clothing within. He spied his gun belt and let a bitter smile slide over his face. Megan wanted the person she thought she loved? He’d show her the truth, the brutal reality of what it meant to love a murderer.

He bypassed the gun belt and reached for a tie, a lavender silk affair given to him for a birthday years ago by Quatre. He tugged at it, testing it carefully. Perfect. It wouldn’t leave marks, but would serve his purpose nicely. Consent was all he needed. Wufei was angry, yes… but he wasn’t a rapist. He’d make certain that Megan got what she thought she wanted, and then more.

He became dimly aware of her standing just inside the door of his bedroom, he turned and regarded her critically. She looked far older than her 18 years, dark circles beneath her eyes evidence of her lack of sleep. Vaguely he wondered what had caused that. He shoved the concern aside and smiled at her, a bare hint of things to come.

He stepped closer to her, and tossed the tie on the nightstand, in plain view. His voice was low, silky and foreign to his own ears. “You didn’t leave. I’m glad.”

Megan stiffened as he circled her, as a predator would it’s meal for the evening. Wufei’s words were measured as he spoke again. “You came here hoping to seduce me and didn’t even dress the part. I’m rather disappoint, Megan.” He reached out and pulled the tortoiseshell comb from her hair, letting the hastily gathered curls fall in waves around her face and shoulders. “Much better. A woman’s hair is something that I’ve always found to be one of her most attractive features.” He stepped closer behind her, lifting a handful to his nose and inhaling deeply. The coconut scent was stronger when not combined with the perfume she’d worn the night they had gone out.

Megan shivered at his words, but he was not swayed. “Hair gliding over skin, it’s one of the most erotic feelings a man can enjoy. Maybe I’ll enjoy it tonight, hmm… what do you think?”

She did not respond. Wufei clearly had the upper hand. “How were you planning to seduce me wearing these?” He released her hair and trailed one finger down to slide one of the straps of her well-worn overalls off her shoulder, exposing the porcelain skin. He pressed a light kiss to the flesh exposed to him and was pleased to feel her shudder at the touch. He stepped back and moved around to face her once more.

As Wufei stepped in front of her, he grinned again, a feral expression he usually reserved for the criminals he interrogated on a daily basis. He extended his hand once again, deftly unhooking the strap and letting the front of the overalls fall open at and angle. He repeated the action with the other one, reveling in the tightening in his abdomen as the tank top Megan wore beneath was exposed. He set his feet into motion once more, circling her again. What appeared to be merely a tank top, was now revealed to be a shirt that was held up with only intricate laces along Megan’s bare back.

Warmth curled in his belly at the sight of the exposed flesh. She obviously wore no bra, this only served to heighten his sense of immediacy. He hooked a thumb at the waist of her overalls and pushed them off her completely, letting them fall in a puddle around her feet. He hardened further when he noticed the lack of covering on her bottom. He leaned closer, resting his hands on her bare hips. “A thong… no bra… perhaps my disappointment was misplaced. I like what I see.”

Megan shuddered again. He licked his lower lip and raised a hand from her hips to tug at the ribbon that held the camisole in place. It stubbornly refused to yield to the gentle pressure he exerted. He pulled harder, satisfied when the tight bow she’d tied relented and unknotted itself. He swiftly unlaced the shirt, and pushed it off of her. It was then that Megan appeared to regain some semblance of modesty.

Wufei smiled wryly and used the hand at her hip to pull her back against him, grasping the hand to prevented the shirt from falling away gently. “You want to stop?”

The challenge in his voice did not escape Megan. She shook her head abruptly and let him pry her fingers from the material. He lowered her arm to her side. “Leave it there, do you understand?” She nodded vaguely. Wufei released her hand and pushed the silk from her form, letting it flutter to the floor carelessly.

Megan’s slender form began to tremble under his fingers. He smiled again. She’d asked for this, quite blatantly. He had no plans of stopping unless she insisted on it. And so far she hadn’t. He moved his hand to her hip once more and gave the panties a sharp tug, feeling the delicate lace fabric give a satisfying rip. She stood against him, now completely bare for his perusal, his pleasure.

He lowered his lips to the skin of her shoulder once more, nipping lightly as he raised a hand to cup her breast tenderly, testing its weight in his palm. She was certainly lovely, not an ounce of misplaced fat anywhere on her body. He smiled again, this time no trace of anger in his being. She was precious, this much could not be denied. And she was his to do with as she wished, if only for this one night.

Wufei spun grasped her shoulder firmly and spun her in place, the secret smile leaving his face as he stared at her. She looked back at him, a blush staining her cheeks, but boldness in those sea grey eyes. He dropped the undergarments from his fingers and raised his hand to her face, tilting it upwards. He brushed his lips gently across hers before pulling away. His voice was reassuring as he spoke softly. “I won’t hurt you, but you have to trust me.”

“I do trust you, or I wouldn’t be here.” She responded just a softly.

He nodded and pushed her back towards the bed. “Have a seat.”

She complied instantly, taking an awkward seat on the edge of the bed. He watched in vague amusement as she pressed her legs together, instinctively hiding herself from his prying eyes. He took a long, leisurely look at her. She was beautiful… and his. The possessive thought startled him. He firmly pushed away the thought. He could not think beyond tonight. He was here to teach her a lesson, nothing more.

His fingers set into motion, loosing the buttons of the black silk shirt he wore. He let the shirt fall away, exposing his bare chest to her view. She watched him curiously her fingers twitching slightly. He smirked, a thrill shooting through him to know that she was itching to touch him. That sense of power was intoxicating and it was something he intended to fully use to his advantage.

Wufei deftly untied the drawstring of the pants, pushing them off and stepping out of them. The time for modesty was past. He could see the surprise in her eyes when she noticed he wore nothing underneath and he smirked. “You think I’m that uptight? I sleep in the nude, Megan. Clothing is reserved for my waking hours. I was planning to drink myself into oblivion and then go to bed when you so rudely burst in on me.”

She blushed harder then, averting her eyes from his naked form. He stepped forward and reached out, tipping her head up and forcing her to look him directly in the eye. “Don’t turn away. You wanted this, Megan. You asked me for it.”

Megan drew in a shuddering breath as he trailed his hand down her face. She let her eyes roam shyly down the length of his body, coming to rest on the hardness that jutted out from the apex of his thighs. She licked her lips nervously and he found himself wondering what it would be like to thrust into that warm, moist cavern. Sternly he reined himself in. He reached down and took her hand, guiding it to his chest. “You want to explore me?” He intoned in a low voice, releasing her hand.

She nodded slowly, staring at her hand on his pectoral muscle. Her fingers slowly began to move over his skin. He drew in a deep breath, letting her take her time. Her nails brushed over his nipples and he fisted his hands. He let his eyes drift shut, indulging in the oddly sensuous feeling of her fingertips on his stomach. Megan’s hand slowed it’s journey as it encountered his hipbone. She brushed gently over the scar where he’d been shot a few years ago by a would-be assassin aiming for Relena Peacecraft. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the spot.

As her hand began drifting towards his arousal, he stopped her and shook his head. Wufei leaned down and caught her lips again, this time lingering long enough to really taste her. He pushed gently, propelling her backwards. She scooted along, moving further up the bed until she was flat on her back, Wufei atop her, straddling her waist. He pulled away from her for a moment, reaching over to grasp the tie he’d abandoned earlier.

Megan gaze at him, her expression quizzical until he grasped her hands. Panic shown in her eyes momentarily. “If you want me to stop, now would be the time to say so.”

She shook her head. He dexterously maneuvered her hands above her head, twisting the tie firmly around her wrists, effectively immobilizing her. Within seconds he had her bound to the wrought iron bed frame. He could feel her heart quicken as she realized that she was good and truly caught. She tugged at the bonds and then drew in a shuddering breath. Some of Wufei’s earlier anger return when he noticed the fleeting expression of worry in her eyes.

He chuckled darkly, “What? You’re afraid of me now that you can’t move? So let me guess, I’m not only a selfish coward, I’m also mean?” He rose above her and shifted his position, lifting her legs and winding them around his waist. She moved willingly with him, trembling slightly when he pressed against her center.

Wufei’s smirk turned dangerous as he leaned over her and seized her lips once more, snaking his tongue into her mouth. The intensity he’d not been able to forget from the precious week flared up once more. It took him a moment to realize that she was moaning, but not in fear. More than that she was returning the contact with equal fervor.

He tore his lips from hers and stared down at her, studying her reaction intently. Her eyes were wide with anticipation. He could feel the wetness spread against himself as he pressed his hips closer to hers, teasing himself with the warmth he knew waited for him.

Megan released a low, keening sound from the back of her throat. For a moment he wondered if he had hurt her. He gritted his teeth and moved away. Her chest was heaving from the efforts of pulling against the makeshift restraints. He clucked his tongue gently. “Megan, you need to calm down. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” His tone was deceptively gentle as he skimmed his fingers down her sides, supporting himself with one hand as he hovered over her. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

She licked her lips and merely stared at him as he passed his hand over her pelvis and then downward. Wufei silently slid a finger into the folds of the wetness he found there. It took a only a moment to find the nub that would send her spiraling out of control. He flicked his forefinger over it, watching with ever-increasing smugness as her eyes slammed shut at the new sensations. She writhed beneath him, growing more dissatisfied when he moved his hand away. She cracked her eyes and whimpered.

He lowered himself onto his elbow and whispered to her as he pressed a finger against her entrance, circling it lightly. He touched that same spot once more with his thumb. “You’re enjoying it, aren’t you Meggie?”

Megan tossed her head to the side as she arched her back. It appeared for a moment that she was trying to get away until he heard her whispered response. “More.”

He paused, brushing her hair from her face. “More what?”

“More please.” She acquiesced to his silent demand for submission easily enough.

Wufei slid his finger inside her. He groaned aloud. She was tight around his forefinger. It thrilled him to imagine what she would feel like impaled on him hardness. He pressed his finger further into her and encountered resistance. For a moment he worried about taking this from her. He’d only ever taken one virgin, and he’d lost his own virginity at the same time. It wasn’t the best memory either. He shoved aside the rising concern with the knowledge that he’d been more than fair in voicing his disapproval of what they were doing. He couldn’t be faulted for a decision that Megan had made.

He moved his thumb faster and withdrew his finger. It seemed impossible to think that he would fit inside her. But he knew he would, after all, it’s what she was made for. He pumped his finger inside her faster, hissing low in her ear. “Is this what you wanted, Meggie? To feel this?”

He pulled his hand away and shifted, positioning himself against her once more. Megan gave a strangled sob at the loss of the stimulation. Wufei grinned ferally, catching her eye as he adjusted himself at her entrance, giving her one last chance to reverse her fate. He licked his lips and leaned down, nipping her bottom lip lightly.

Bourbon was a great way to get past his inhibitions, and silently he wondered what was missing. He banished his doubts with one look at Megan. She struggled against the tie, now earnestly attempting to get loose. He watched her for a moment. “You want loose? You want me to stop?”

“Don’t stop. I want to touch you…”

Wufei growled low in his throat. “No, you consented.”

“Please, just let me…”

He closed his lips over hers and thrust into her shallowly, going in no more than a centimeter. Her breath caught in her chest beneath him. “Are you scared?”

“No.” She breathed against his lips.

“Good. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you.” He thrust shallowly again, already her tight channel was conforming around the tip of him. “I’m going to fuck you now, Megan.”

She shook beneath him. He groaned aloud, reveling in her anxiousness. Perhaps he was finally making his point. He was not the gentle, young boy she needed to love. He was far more than she could handle… he watched as her breathing caught. Wufei dug his nails into her hips, angling them a little higher. He did not speak as he drove into her in a single powerful thrust, tearing past her maidenhead with brutal force. She released a sharp cry that struck him to his very core. He threw his head back and held still within her, giving her a moment to adjust to the cruel invasion. He breathed out in a hiss of satisfaction.

Megan was tight, tighter than he’d thought she would be. Her walls clenched him like a vise, holding him within her. He balanced carefully on one shaking hand as he loosened the tie and freed her hands. She continued shaking as she made a grateful sound and lowered her arms. To his surprise, she did not push him away, but wound her arms around his waist, holding him close. Wufei trembled from the sudden realization of what he was doing to her.

He lowered himself onto his elbows and stroked her hair gently. “I’m sorry, Megan. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She did not respond but instead gently rotated her hips, grinding against him. He groaned and withdrew until only the tip of his cock remained inside her, then thrust home once more. She moaned then, a sound of mingling pleasure and pain. The satisfaction that had momentarily ebbed returned to him and he pulled away once more, repeating the action more gently this time. The sounds coming from the woman beneath him were no longer those of pain, but purely primitive sounds that spurred him to move faster.

Wufei began plunging into her faster, losing all grip on the solid world. The only thing that mattered was the incredible heat that seemed to draw him back in every time he pulled back. He settled into a primitive rhythm, one that Megan’s hips strove to meet. He lowered his head and took one rosy peak into his mouth, suckling harshly before sinking his teeth into it. Belatedly he realized it would leave marks. He also realized that he was being downright brutal as he slammed his hips into that deceptively delicate body. Megan didn’t seem to care though, she was enjoying it as much as he was if the continuous groan that emanated from her was any indication.

He lifted his head and bared his teeth at her, surprised when she responded by biting him right back. Hard, on his shoulder. He grasped her around the waist, and lifted her off the bed, falling back on his heels. She stared at him in confusion for a moment as he guided her to straddle him. He thrust into her more deeply now, feeling the tip of his cock pressing deep against her cervix. Megan let her head fall back as he balanced expertly on his knees and encircled her waist with his arms to hold her upright.

“Wufei….” She groaned his name aloud.

He smiled ferally against her neck as he dug his nails into her skin. He was not the only one who would bear marks from the night, that much was a certainty. “You like this, Megan? It’s what you wanted wasn’t it?” He held her still for a moment, buried deep inside her.

She began to shake in his arms as he rotated his hips, moving inside her. She pushed against him, trying to lift herself to resume their pace. He held her firm, restraining himself and her at the same time. “Tell me this is what you wanted, what you’ve wanted from me all along.”

She released a sob of frustration. He shifted, withdrawing her entirely. Megan’s head fell forward now, onto his shoulder. He spoke again, this time against her ear. “It’s what you wanted, isn’t it? All you have to do is say it and I’ll keep going, keep driving into you until you start to lose control.”

“Please… Wufei, don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“Just say it, Megan.” He moved, one hand, snaking it between their bodied to work her clit furiously. “Just ask me, and I’ll finish us both.”

The shaking returned to her slender form. She tried to push his hand away, but he held her in an iron grip, pinching her lightly. “Just say it. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to…” She trailed off into a moan.

“Fuck you… you want me to keep fucking you? Or you want me to make you cum?” He exhaled heavily, his cock heavy and ready to plunge back into her.

Megan released another sob. “Both. Please, Wufei. Please don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop what?” He coaxed her while drawing his hand away.

“Please fuck me.” She hissed at him angrily. “Fuck me hard damn you.”

He could feel her shaking with the beginnings of her release. He laughed softly, menacingly as he held her firmly in place for a moment before lifting her and positioning himself at her entrance once more. “That’s all you needed to say, my Megan.”

She was his. He was her first, no one would ever be able to take that from him, even if her father’s did find out about this and come for his blood. “You want to cum Meggie? You want me to make you scream?”

“Y… yes.” She was crying now, tears of dissatisfaction at his dominating tone.

He slammed into her once more with brute force, plunging into her at the exact same moment as he pulled down with her hips. She released a cry. He didn’t know whether it was relief or anger and at that point Wufei didn’t really care. He’d restrained himself thus far and was on the verge of breaking. Megan shivered against him, digging her nails into his shoulders. It was an incredible feeling, the momentary pricks only serving to push him to keep to his word of finishing both of them.

He nipped at her earlobe and spoke again, his voice heavy with need. “I want you to let go, Megan. Cum on my cock, I want to feel you tightening around like a good little slut.”

“Don’t, please.”

“Don’t what?” He slammed into her again, knowing what she was going to say. He reached between them again, pinching her clit lightly.

The stimulation seemed to push her further towards the edge. She restrained herself for a few seconds. “Don’t call me that horrible name.”

“Ahh, but you called me horrible things too, didn’t you? What’s wrong… you can’t take the same treatment? I’m pitiful, remember?” He rose to his knees now and roughly pushed her onto her back once more, pressing her wrists to the bed. He punctuated his words with a brutal thrust, spurred on now by the anger that was rising once more. “I’m a coward.” He withdrew and slammed home again.

He could feel her slipping away, her walls tightening around him convulsively as she began to climax. He stopped stroking the nub beneath his fingers and pinched her again, harder this time. She released another of her moans that never failed to rocket to his very core. “I’m a hypocrite.” He drove into her relentlessly, feeling his own release hovering just over the brink. “Pathetic. Selfish.”

Wufei removed his hand from her as he spoke the last word, feeling her shatter around him at last. The walls that held him so snugly convulsed reflexively. He withdrew once again, brutally pushing into her once last time as he felt his control slip at last. She released the scream he’d been looking for in reaction to his seeming cruelty. He emptied himself deep within her tightness, thrusting shallowly in a reflexive effort to prolong the ecstasy.

He gave a guttural moan as he pumped his seed into her, completing the doomed act she’d started when she’d barged in on his lonely night of binge drinking. Beneath him, she shivered lightly as he collapsed on top of her, exhausted. He did not speak for a long moment, instead releasing the iron clad grip on her hands.

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Megan fought the urge to cry. She hadn’t exactly expected tender lovemaking from him when she’d followed him into his bedroom. Nor had she taken any of the multitude of opportunities he gave her to call it off. But she certainly had expected the raw emotion she’d been faced with at the end of their encounter. The jab at her virtue, nor the brutal force with which he’d fucked her. Yes, fucked her.

It was not straightforward sex, nor had they made love. The act had been primal with no emotions except anger and arousal on his part and what probably amounted to naïve stupidity on hers. Now, the man she loved… the man she had just lost lay atop her in a boneless heap. He was still buried in her, no longer hard… amazing to think that without blushing. He was everything she’d ever wanted, but had just cruelly made his point more effectively than either of her fathers.

He pushed himself up one forearm and stared at her, his expression unreadable. After a long moment, he spoke, concern barely recognizable in the detached voice that scared her so much. “Are you all right?”

She nodded. “I’m fine.” Megan raised a hand to his face, pushing the strands of inky black hair that had fallen free of the ponytail behind his ear.

He let her, at least for a moment before he withdrew from her and pulled away, seating himself upright on the bed, turning away from her. He licked his lips in an action that seemed almost nervous. For a brief moment, she dared to hope that he would apologize. Maybe, she wasn’t so naïve as she thought after all. Maybe he’d realized…

“Get out.”

The words stunned her. She sat straight up, disregarding her nakedness, stricken by the coldness in Wufei’s voice. He no longer sounded drunk, but was instead eerily calm. “Wufei… I….”

He remained as still as a stone, speaking in the low voice she know knew was dangerous. “You wanted a night, you got what you wanted. You promised you’d go. I’m asking you to leave before I do something we’ll both regret.”

Regret? What was there to regret. They’d already done everything possible, hadn’t they? They were now lovers. That meant they cold work everything out. They could be together despite what everyone said. She struggled to find her voice for a moment, then in turn shocked him with her response. “No.”

“Dammit, Megan. Get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to see you anymore. I don’t want you to even remember this happened.” He rose from the bed, only to be stopped by Megan’s hand shooting out to grab his wrist.

He spun on her and pressed her back into the bed, pinning her down with his weight. His lips came down on hers with brutal force. Her lips parted in a shocked gasp. He didn’t wait for permission, didn’t ask her if it was okay. She felt him against her thigh, as hard as he’d been only minutes before. She’d heard that men needed time to recuperate between times, but this…

Wufei’s hands held her down in an iron grip as he savagely plundered her mouth. It felt as though he were claiming what was his, marking her. She had not expected the kiss, nor did she expect him to release one of her hands long enough to situate himself against her again. She briefly wondered what on earth he thought he was doing. But then he lunged into her once more, with such force that it took her breath away. She was sore, tender from the near brutal treatment only minutes before.

He took her silence for acquiescence as he withdrew and slammed into her again. Her legs moved of their own accord, snaking around his waist and holding him close. He growled and tore his lips from her, releasing her arms as he pulled out of her.

Wufei gritted out the words against her mouth. “On your knees, Megan. I’m going to show you what I’m really capable of.”

She stared at him in shock, wondering what he meant. “Wh…”

“Now! You had your chance to leave and you didn’t take it. I want you on your knees.” He gave her hair a sharp tug and lifted himself off her.

Sluggishly she complied, crawling to her knees and balancing carefully. He growled again and pushed her down on all fours. He did not wait but instead plunged inside her once more, his member pushing into her deeper than at any previous point. He grasped her hair and pulled her head up firmly. “Look in the mirror, Megan. See what you look like.”

He did not say that word again, but she caught sight of them in the large mirror over his dresser. Her hair was mussed, and she was wild-eyed. He snapped his hips into hers. She was sore, but it still felt so good. She looked wanton and he… he was beautiful. His head thrown back as his other hand dug into her hips, holding her still as he took her, used her… Megan groaned aloud. This repeat performance must mean something, right? Once was enough for any man, but twice?

She did not have time to think it through as she felt her world begin to crumble again. Wufei’s hand struck her sharply on the buttocks. “Not yet, Megan. You don’t get to have your release until I say. Do you understand?”

She felt a tear slip from her eyes as she nodded. Wufei reflection licked his lips as he released his hold on her hair and grasped her hips in both hands. Megan braced herself carefully against the violent pressure he was exerting over her. It hurt… it felt good. Her mind was reduced beyond rational thought as he continue to take her, ravish her. He spoke a single word as he slammed into her again. “Cum.”

And she did. As if on cue, her entire being began to shake, reduced to blind feeling as he pumped into her over and over and. He held still at last, she could feel herself contracting around him as he threw his head back and gave a primal scream of ecstasy draining even more of his essence into her than before. He held her still for a moment, his hips still thrusting shallowly.

After what seemed to be an eternity, Wufei withdrew from her and fell back against the pillows, staring at her. She remained on her knees for a moment before collapsing to the bed in silence. Never in her life had she felt so complete… or so completely used.

Megan curled herself into a ball on instinct. Wufei regarded her in silence. He did not bother asking how she felt this time. Her exhaustion was evidence enough. His expression changed. They sat for a long while, neither moving nor speaking.

She did not know how long she remained that way, curled in on herself. At last she moved. She pushed herself into a seat position and crawled off the bed, silently exiting the room. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked, still naked down the hallway.

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Wufei’s confusion grew as he watched Megan leave the room. What the hell? Hadn’t he made his point yet? He was tired. So very tired. But he was sober now, at least he couldn’t blame it on being drunk. She had felt just as good the second time he’d taken her. She was so tight, and warm… and wet.

Just the thought made him begin to harden again. Mentally he cursed himself as he rose from the bed and pulled on his pants. He heard the refrigerator door open as Megan entered his kitchen. He trailed after her and leaned against the counter as she opened a bottle of water, taking a long pull. She was beautiful. There was no other word to describe it. She was reckless and gorgeous and addictive. He let his eyes roam leisurely down her body. Already marks were beginning to form on her wrists and breast where he’d bitten her.

She drained half the bottle before he spoke. “Have you had enough yet, Megan?”

She turned to face him, unflinching under his perusal. She drew in a deep breath and shook her head, speaking just as quietly. “I’ll never get enough of you Wufei.”

He approached her again, this time with a sinking heart. The third time he took her it did not last as long, but it ended just as awkwardly as the first two. As he emptied himself into her for what would not be the last time that night, he cursed aloud in his native tongue, forgetting for a moment that Megan spoke Mandarin as fluently as he himself did, given that he’d taught her from the age of 6.

The bruises he left on her would last for almost 2 weeks, but the aftershocks of that night stayed with him far longer. And when she at last acquiesced to his demand that she leave before he could damage her further, it was almost 4 am. He’d taken her twice more, each time feeling himself falling further into that trap he’d set for himself. She left smelling of sex and bearing marks all over her tender body. He’d been rough each time, with a brutality that was primitive and savage. And she had not complained or pushed him away, welcoming him into that warm velvet heat. And each time he found his own brand of painful bliss.

Who said love didn’t hurt?

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