Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Psychotic America ❯ Gotta Date With The Devil ( Chapter 5 )

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Alternate Universe, fusion, out of character charas, very disturbing information and scenes and Pairings: 1x4, 2x5 3(?)
Standard Disclaimers Apply: Don’t own Gundam Wing nor X-Men
Notes: Some stuff was changed around, here. I deleted some stuff, added some stuff, so it’s still the long winded, pompous bag that ya’ll are familiar with–just with some differences.
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Chapter Five:
Got A Date With The Devil



Nearly a week later, Wufei looked up from his book as Sally, Catherine, Duo and Quatre walked in. Carrying a plastic bag, Sally looked over at Wufei, signaling for him to come over as Catherine led a talking Duo to the kitchen, and Quatre walked off toward the dining room. With a curious expression, Wufei rose from his chair, glancing back at Trowa and Heero, both of whom were occupied with tv at the moment. Sally walked upstairs, leading the way to the office she and Catherine used to make their uniforms and other things.
Wufei was curious as to what the woman wanted to talk about, and took in her shaking head, the expression of loathing on her face.
“I took them to the clinic this morning,” she began, and Wufei nodded. That was their plans for today–Duo and Quatre were staying, and amidst the fake ID’s and social security numbers that the old bastards had conjured to make them adopted citizens, the women had agreed to have them checked out health-wise. “I...Duo’s teeth can be fixed. I mean, I fixed what I can, but...he’s going to need some fake teeth to make up for the ones he was missing. We’re going back in a week to have that done. Health wise, all he needs is thirty pounds on his frame, and a lot more calcium. He’s a hundred and two pounds right now, Wufei. I haven’t been that light since seventh grade.”
“You were pretty husky,” Wufei chuckled, then ducked the swat aimed for his head.
“We worked on a health plan for him. Their diets we can work on–easy. But, I think for now, since you’re training him, you need to start him off light. Make a couple of sit-ups, some weights...real light things, for now. Take him out on walks–”
“You talk of him as if he were a dog,” Wufei said with amusement, lifting both eyebrows.
Sally chuckled at herself, shrugging. “But other than that, he’s pretty good. The doctor suggested a couple of head-trips to a psychiatrist, though–he suspected Duo may be a little troubled by his lifestyle.”
“Mental instability?”
“I think he’s good. Honestly? I think he’s well off for someone in his predicament. He’s happy, almost healthy, and quite honest with his feelings. But...perhaps a couple of sessions with a psychiatrist could prove a little useful. He did mentioned that he was physically and sexually assaulted a few times...I don’t know. I would want him to see one. To...kind of...watch over loose ends.”
“I understand. So make his work-out light and try not to make any threatening advances.”
“Yes. And just to make sure you have a general understanding of him, so you don’t...blow up, or grow impatient with him. They’re both really good boys...they’re just in need of a little help to...guide them along. These bags are their prescriptions–in case I forget, I want you to remind me that they need to take them.”
“Prescriptions for what?” Wufei asked curiously, peering into the bag to find a couple of white pharmaceutical bags.
“Er...well, vitamins, rash creams–for their sores–and..er...STD antibiotics. Don’t mention anything like this to Trowa, or Heero. Those two would probably make fun of them,” Sally grumbled, taking the bag.
“I understand.”
“And...” She reached out to grab his arm, to keep him from leaving when he turned. Wufei looked at her questioningly, turning back to her. “The other one....His teeth are in good condition–a few cavities here and there and a root canal, but...Quatre can use some work-outs as well. He runs, but he could use other forms of conditioning to have him healthy. Same as Duo, he needs vitamins and thirty pounds–he’s almost a hundred and eight–but...I would want him seeing a psychiatrist, as well. He...I dunno. There’s something about him, Wufei, that tells me he’s more than troubled. The way he acts around men...he’s almost timid around them, submissive. I think...I think he’s been hurt, too, but...he may be responding to his abuse in a different way than Duo. I was going to work on getting an appointment procured for him, because...he might have a hard time being here with the lot of you. His doctor suggested this based off his physical exam. To be honest? I’m surprised he doesn’t have AIDS or anything. He couldn’t remember how many partners he’s had since he became sexually active.”
“He’s really quiet. But...he likes Heero. He’s always–”
“The way I think of it, Wufei, is that he attached himself to the stronger of you–not to say you’re weak, or anything, I’m just saying physically–to somehow...guarantee that he isn’t a threat to the rest of you, and to...avoid any confrontation.”
“I...understand,” Wufei said slowly, frowning as he realized this. “Heero...I...”
“Maybe talk to them both, Wufei. Since...uh, well...I don’t know how to bring up the subject without hurting either of them.”
“Since I have ‘experience’? It’s all right, Sally. I know what you’re trying to say. I don’t want to make either of them uncomfortable, though. It’s hard to bring up a subject like this without offending anyone. But I’ll do my best.”
“Thanks, Wufei. You’re the only one I trust regarding these sorts of issues,” Sally said, reaching over to clap his shoulder. “Oh, and...Since they are going to stay, Cathy and I are going to save up some money to buy them some clothes and beds. But that probably won’t happen for another couple of weeks.”
“It’s fine.”
“I bought them some underwear and some other personal effects, but they’re going to have to keep using your clothing. Well, yours and Heero’s, since no one can fit Trowa’s.”
“That’s fine.”
“Thanks, Wufei,” Sally said again, gathering the bag and walking out.
Wufei followed her, frowning at the information he received. Really, what could one expect when one lived on the streets for so long? That they’d be healthy, clean and fit? Starvation caused hair to grow in unlikely places, for bellies to swell, for organs to function at a more stressed rate. It was good that they were in relatively good condition. Things could have been a lot worse. As for the venereal diseases that they were being treated for? How many of them carried condoms and practiced safe sex? Sometimes, saying ‘no’ wasn’t enough.
At this, he felt uncomfortably concerned, wondering what he could do for them in that particular area. He could talk to them, give his own concerns and advice, but that was all he could give. He couldn’t fix what had been done, nor undo the psychological damage left behind from a particular episode...he felt Sally was right in obtaining a head doctor to try to fix what had been done.
At this, he had to wonder over the doctor’s decision to ‘keep’ the two. They had promising talents and good potential, but why choose two that were ‘broken goods’? Couldn’t they have gone for others that were less than damaged?
He felt bad for thinking this way. He lowered his head and walked into the living room, then into the kitchen to look for the other two. Duo was making a sandwich, and talking a mile a minute over something that had happened to him one summer, and Quatre was sitting at the dining room table, staring off into space. Wufei looked from one to the other, then focused in on Duo.
He felt more comfortable with him–plus, it helped that he could understand Duo. Quatre’s English was improving, but it was sometimes difficult trying to discern what he was saying when he didn’t know the right words to say.
“Did your doctor work out a health-plan for you?” he asked when the boy was done talking.
Duo nodded, withdrawing a folded up piece of paper from his jeans pocket. Upon closer inspection, Wufei found that they were actually his. “This is what the man said I hadda do. Since you’re working with me, what do you think?”
Wufei looked over the plan, nodding in agreement to some, frowning over others. His mind was already running through suggestions of his own as he lowered the paper. “Did you take your medicine already?”
“Three times a day, man. I even gotta take suppositories!”
Wufei winced.
“Dude, they stuck a fuckin’ Q-Tip up my dick!”
“Er...uh, okay. That was mighty uncomfortable.”
“You have noooo idea. Anyway, Sally said we get to stay,” Duo said, turning around to face him. Wufei took in the slightly greasy features of the boy’s face, and wayward eyebrows. His hair looked shinier, if not healthier as it caught the light of the kitchen. “But I don’t get it, man. Why? I mean...seriously? What’s the catch?”
“You just have to work on your mutant powers, Duo. That’s all. We use our powers against questionable beings around the Tri-State area.”
“That’s all I haveta do?”
“That’s all, Duo.”
Duo nodded, frowning as he chewed on a mouthful of sandwich. “You know what? You have a big nose.”
Wufei stared at him in silence, unblinking as Duo continued to study him.
“But that’s good. Cuz, it makes you look more...dignified. I don’t think I could take you seriously if you had a littler nose. Oh, and maybe you should grow a mustache. You look a little young.”
Wufei felt his face burn slightly at the remarks, and he closed his eyes briefly to regain his footing. He turned away from him, frowning as he focused on making a cup of hot cocoa. Duo grinned at his back, chewing happily. Wufei was proving to be quite fun to rile.

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That night, Duo had himself settled on the couch, a warm blanket wrapped around him. The television set was still on, but the volume was low. He looked over at the blond, who was sitting on the loveseat, watching the set with a faraway look on his face. Duo reached back to adjust his pillow, frowning at him.
“What’s with the face, man?” he asked curiously, keeping his voice low.
Quatre looked over at him, blinking away his thoughts. He shrugged, reaching up to wipe his face with one hand, looking uncomfortable.
“No, I mean...what’re you thinkin’ about?”
“...Nothing.”
“‘Nothing’ ; my ass, man. You’ve been off in la-la land all freakin’ day,” Duo pointed out. “Just wondering what’s going on in that head of yours.”
“I’m...dirty.”
“Take a shower, then, man. Sheesh.”
Quatre shrugged a shoulder, and pulled his own blanket around his frame, covering the lower half of his face as he continued to stare off into the distance. Duo frowned at him, noting the furrowing of blond brows and the expression in the blond’s eyes. He looked away at the television set, and watched SNL for a few silent minutes. When it became too much for him to bear, he looked over at Quatre again.
“Say...you know what? I think this is a way good thing. I mean, we’ve got food, clothes, a warm place to live in...I seriously ain’t complaining about it. I mean, shit! The shelter isn’t this fuckin’ comfy, y’know? And I got my own shower, and things...and if they want me to use my powers, I’m going to use them. I mean, they aren’t expecting rent, or anything else...I don’t think they’re going to use us for anything else. If they were, don’t you think they’d try to do something by now? I mean, don’t they all?”
When he heard nothing in answering reply, he sighed. “Seriously, man. Say something! Anything!”
“...Good night, Duo.”
Duo sighed noisily as Quatre made himself as comfortable as possible on the love seat, turning his back to the other. Glancing at him once more, Duo frowned as he reached for the remote control, flicking the power button. At the blanket of darkness and silence that descended onto them, he sighed once more, and grew comfortable in his bed.

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The next day, Sally was humming to herself as she walked out onto the back porch, to throw away a bag full of trash. When she turned to walk back in, she gave a small start as she saw Quatre sitting on one of the porch chairs on the other end. He had a blanket wrapped around him, and he looked lost in thought, head bowed. She walked over, hugging herself. It was quite cold out, and as she looked out, she saw that storm clouds were heading their way once more. She could hear neighbors’ working outside, and the complaints of some teenagers that were clearing away someone’s driveway.
Pausing beside his chair, she looked down at him, noting the slumped shoulders and grim expression. The protein shake that she’d made for both him and Duo was sitting beside the chair, half finished. But the top was iced over. She shoved her hands into her pockets, watching as he glanced over her.
“It’s cold out here,” she said on a light chuckle, observing her breath. “Are you dressed warmly?”
At his slow nod, she studied his downcast expression, and felt her brow furrow as she better attuned herself to his mood. From what she could tell, something was troubling him, and she tried to think of what. Remembering yesterday’s trip to the doctor, she crouched at his side, noticing his uncomfortable shift to put some space between them.
“Are you upset? About...what you found out at the doctor’s office?” she asked in a low voice, frowning in concern. She had the urge to reach out and touch him, her maternal instincts needing to comfort and soothe, but he looked like the type to shy away from such things. In a way, he reminded her of a beaten animal, and it truly saddened her. She hadn’t seen him smile once since he’d arrived here.
When no answer came, she gave a low exhale, forcing her hands to fiddle with the protein shake.
“I can’t understand what it is that’s troubling you, Quatre, but...but I just wnat you to know that if you need to, I can listen to what’s...bothering you. I can be here for you. Catherine, too. I know those other boys are probably intimidating, and you really can’t connect with them quite well, but...just know that we’re a family that takes care of each other. We want you to be comfortable and well, here. If you need something, don’t be afraid to ask. Don’t be afraid to want something. We’ve opened our home to you, and will provide all that you need. All right?”
She looked up as she heard movement, and saw him swiping his hair from his face. She realized that he was probably uncomfortable with the length and, without thinking, reached up to fiddle with the strands. She saw him stiffen, his eyes taking on a faraway look, and quickly lowered her hand.
“We can cut your hair, if you like,” she said softly, rising. “Catherine’s excellent at that. Just ask the others. We haven’t found ourselves rushing off to a barber yet.”
The blanket fell from around one shoulder, revealing a simple tee underneath. She frowned as she saw this, not wanting him to get sick. But then, something else caught her eye, and she tilted her head with a frown.
“Where did you get that bruise?” she asked softly, indicating the rather nasty discoloration that was visible just inside his biceps. He followed her line of vision, and touched it with an embarrassed air.
“I can heal it. Let me see...it looks painful, sweetie,” she murmured, taking his arm. As her fingers performed magic on the discolored skin, she was shocked to see more bruises located up further, in more tender areas. She frowned as she took them in, shaking her head. “Is Heero dragging you around, again? I swear, that boy doesn’t know his own strength when it comes to handling others...does this hurt? I can heal it, don’t worry. Be free to bop him across the head if he gets out of control. He’s a nice boy, he’s just–”
“I’ve never been...with a...with a woman,” Quatre suddenly said, dropping his head, the tips of his ears going pink. “I can learn.”
Sally dropped his arm with a startled air, unsure of what to think or say as these softly spoken words ran through her head. He glanced at her, his face suddenly growing upset as he took in her expression and silence. He jerked his arm back into the blanket, pulling it firmly around him.
“Do you find me undesirable? Am I truly that dirty?” she heard him whisper, not looking at her.
She couldn’t find her voice. She was just so stunned upon hearing such things, that her belly grew tense and her body shook with disbelief and suppressed rage. Opening and closing her mouth a few times, she shook her head, until her plaits were whipping about.
“No. NO, no, no! That’s...that’s not...I mean, no.”
“Nothing comes for free.”
“NO! You’ve got the wrong idea, Quatre,” she cried, struggling hard to keep her voice lowered. The need to reassure and re-establish had her blinking away sudden tears. She didn’t even know where they came from, but one thing she did know was that this person needed serious attention. “Nothing...nothing here... we don’t require payment from you! We’re not like that! This–no, this isn’t right. It isn’t because you think that I think you are ‘dirty’, or undesirable. You don’t have to repay us like that. Your–your body is your own to govern and control. Others shouldn’t be taking advantage of–or taking–oh, God...please help me say the right thing,” she then prayed, sinking to her knees once more.
She held onto the armrest, trying hard to think of the words she could say that could straighten this situation out. To be given that sort of option for their kindness?
“All we ask, Quatre, is for your help around the house,” she began again, her voice low as she looked up at him.
He pulled the blanket more firmly around him, and she could see the muscles of his jaw working as he stared away from her. He obviously wasn’t listening to her.
She barely suppressed a sob, covering her mouth with her hand. She’d never before encountered someone like him, and she didn’t know what to do or say. She felt if she said something, he would only understand it in another way. It appeared that way now, as she shakily rose to her feet. She turned and walked away, heading back inside.
Finding her lover in the kitchen, she crossed the space between them, and hugged Catherine from behind.
“Oh, hello!” Cathy said cheerily, reaching back with one arm to hold Sally close. Immediately sensing distress from her longtime partner, she turned away from the stove, and clasped her face between her hands. “What’s wrong? Sally?”
“Let’s...talk upstairs.”
“All right. Let me get someone to–Trowa! Come here, hon!”
When her brother appeared, rather sullenly, she directed his attention to the stove, and the pair of women headed upstairs.
Once reaching their room, Catherine shut the door, facing Sally as the older woman wiped away her tears. She located a tissue box, and handed it over, hugging herself as she looked at her in concern.
“I don’t think this is right,” Sally began, hiccuping slightly. “This is so wrong.”
“What happened?”
“Quatre, he’s–he thought he had to–he had to repay what we’re doing...with his body. He was so scared and nervous about it, Catherine! He said it as if it were an everyday thing! Like...money. Exchanging money for our services. And I didn’t know what to say, or do, and I think I...I think he’s having issues with what happened at the doctor’s office, and...he thought I rejected him because he was ‘undesirable’. And no matter what I said, it just came out wrong!”
“Oh, sweetie...”
“I can’t believe people!” Sally cried, wiping her eyes once more. “He doesn’t smile, he doesn’t look happy, and he just–he looks like he could have been such a happy person...but you can tell, when you look at him, that he just isn’t. Like people have been taking advantage of him all his life. And I don’t know what to do! I can’t heal that! I can heal fucking broken bones and bruises, and knife wounds, but I can’t heal someone like him. Not after what happened to him. Cathy, the doctor said he has a lot of scar tissue in his... and it was obvious he had been abused. The doctor wanted us to take him to a psychiatrist. I didn’t tell you this yesterday, because I didn’t want him thinking that he was...”
“I understand, Sally,” Catherine whispered, reaching over to hug her.
“We can’t even touch him this way. He tenses up whenever someone’s close to him. God...I’m sorry. I’m just so...upset. I don’t know what to do with him. Being in this environment, he’s probably tense all the time, waiting for us to drop the hammer on him, and when...and it’s so true–!”
“Shh, shh,” Catherine shushed, brushing Sally’s hair from her face, hugging her tightly. She felt the answering crush of her lover’s arms around her, and could feel the woman’s agitation against her. “We’re not head doctors, and our boys know we love them. It’s going to take awhile, that’s all, for this one to warm up to us...”
“And when he does...? What happens after that? We’re just...the same as those bastards that have hurt him before!” Sally snarled, her fingers digging into Catherine’s back. The woman winced, but strengthened her grip on Sally’s frame, unable to say anything.
“We’ll just take it slow,” Sally began, sniffling as she let go of Catherine with one hand, and dabbed at her eyes with her wad of tissue. “Just...take it slow. Get him to realize that it isn’t what he thinks.”
“Should we talk privately with the others?” Catherine asked slowly, softly scratching her fingers over Sally’s scalp. “Warn them?”
“I don’t know, Cathy. Guys...I don’t think guys react the same to things like we do. I mean, they might take it the wrong way, and we’d only end up making the situation worse. Heero...we know he’s attracted to the boy, but that’s a situation I don’t know how to deal with, either. It’s the first time he’s been attracted to somebody, and...it would only just hinder his own emotions...”
“I don’t know, Sally. Perhaps...just watch them, I suppose. Quatre doesn’t seem afraid of him, or anything.”
“No. But...what do we know? He’s probably just terrified and being in this situation’s probably making him worse. God...I don’t know what to do.”
“We’ll take it slow, just like you said. If the others look like they’re threatening him or anything, we’ll just... kick their asses, or something. But...for now...there are hotlines for this sort of situation. Maybe if we call them...and get some help...?”
“You’re right,” Sally mumbled, wiping her eyes once more, and inhaling deeply. “You’re right. Perhaps that’s the better choice. I just...I just can’t believe such things could happen to a person like that. We don’t even know the full extent of his misery. We don’t even...you’re right, Cathy. I’ll do some calling...you finish dinner.”
Catherine leaned forward to kiss her softly, letting her lips linger against the blond’s. when Sally looked at her, reaching up to stroke her cheek, she gave her a comforting smile. Then, the woman walked away, leaving Sally behind to droop her head in wretchedness, feeling utterly helpless.

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Two weeks later, Heero looked up from the last post of the second twin bed he’d just put together.
The room he shared with two other guys had just turned uncomfortably small. The addition of two new beds, dressers, and a night stand, had just turned the room overcrowded.
Against the far wall were his bed, Wufei’s, and Trowa’s. Opposite of them were Duo’s and Quatre’s, all beds forming a set of teeth in the room. Separating the two new additions of beds was the closet, and the closet was uncomfortably blocked at one end with Duo’s bed. At the other wall were three dressers that were lined abreast of each other. The other new dresser was crammed near the bathroom door, next to Trowa’s.
The room was formed in a way that the entrance into the bedroom had Quatre’s bed to one’s immediate left–to the right was the bathroom, which was also accessible from the hall by a side door.
Trowa was busily muttering curses under his breath as he shuffled through new bedsheets and comforters. The plain black sheets were Duo’s, he remembered, and Quatre had wanted the light blue. Wufei was helping Duo stuff his new pillow into a Spongebob design pillow case, and Quatre was sitting on Heero’s bed, fiddling with a new pair of shoes. Sally and Catherine had taken the two shopping for basic things, and had ended up splurging on the pair of them.
They’d visited a furniture warehouse for the beds and mattresses, and several thrift stores for the clothes.
They had allowed the boys to pick out expensive shoes at a Footlocker. Not that the others were jealous or anything, because they hated shopping.
Heero rose from the bed, and slapped a mattress down on top of it. “Finished.”
“‘Bout time,” Trowa muttered as he moved to dress each mattress with the appropriate sheets.
Wufei and Duo left the room, with Duo exclaiming about a new sweater that Catherine had picked out for him. Wufei was following because Duo had his ponytail in one hand. Of course, Wufei wasn’t going without protesting his treatment.
Heero shifted his eyes over to the slight figure on his bed, the blond head bowed as he fiddled with the shoelaces. Just taking in the slender lines of bony shoulders and thin limbs reassured him once more that Quatre was staying with them.
Though Quatre was still wary enough to forego a lot of things in terms of his relative safety, he continued to hang around the others, learning what he could from them.
His understanding of English was much better, if not stunted. The boys continued to talk normally, without any explanation of basic street slang and phases. Quatre would sometimes be lost in the dark while the others laughed at certain phrases, but he managed to fit in easily with what he knew. He still wouldn’t let them know his origins, and the old men still tried to guess what and where he was from whenever they visited.
The sexual tension between him and Heero was horrendous–it was very obvious in the way they looked at each other, the others often than not giving their comments about it. It wasn’t something that one could easily explain–it was just there. They dealt with it in their own way, avoiding each other at most, but acknowledged that it was there.
Heero moved away from the bed, mesmerized by the way that Quatre’s slender fingers had with shoelaces. But before he could join him, Trowa reached out, grabbing his arm and stopping him in place.
“What?” he snarled.
“Where are you going? You need to help me with this,” Trowa growled back, indicating the sheets.
“I put the beds together.”
“So? You want a medal? Here.” Trowa slapped the blue sheets against Heero’s chest. “Do his bed and I’ll finish this one.”
Heero tossed the sheets onto Quatre’s bed, staring at Trowa pointedly. “I put the beds together. You can do the sheets on your own.”
Trowa stopped his dressing and looked at Heero defiantly. “You can help out. It’s not that hard!”
“Then why can’t you do it on your own? Mentally retarded? You fucking psychotic freak.”
“Fuck you, Heero.”
“Fuck yourself, Trowa.”
“You–!”
“I can help you, Trowa,” Quatre interrupted. He set his shoes aside and moved over to stand between them. He had grown used to interrupting their rising fights, mostly because he used his powers to do so. But he often tried with words and actions of his own before resorting to that.
“No. I want Heero to help me.”
“I don’t want to do the sheets!”
“I can do the rest, Trowa,” Quatre interrupted, raising his voice to be heard by the pair of them.
Trowa moved away from the bed, still glaring at Heero, who was still staring at him. Heero didn’t budge from his spot as Trowa brushed past him, roughly making his way to Quatre’s bed and starting on it. When no other protest began from the banged boy, Heero turned to look at Quatre as he finished drawing the sheets over the mattress, reaching for the comforter.
Heero then shifted his eyes to see if the dressers were in proper alignment. Trowa looked up from his bed, smirking slightly. He looked at Quatre, then at Heero, then back at Quatre again. Knowing that Heero was morbidly obsessed, if not overly possessive of the new mutant, Trowa figured that fucking around with the blond would further his chances of riling Heero.
He then bent his head as he finished pulling the fitted sheet over Quatre’s bed.
“Hey, Quatre,” he said, reaching for one of the sheets. “How are you with your hands?”
“What?” Quatre looked back at him with a questioning expression as Heero turned, piercing Trowa with a stare nearly strong enough of rendering brick walls into red dust.
“Can you finish doing that, then come over here to help me with this? I seem to be having trouble fitting my enormous...mattress...into your...hot...tight...sheath. Of blankets.”
“TROWA,” Heero growled, clenching his fists.
With a puzzled frown, Quatre looked down at the mattress Trowa was having ‘trouble’ with, and turned to help him.
Trowa smirked in Heero’s direction as Quatre finished pulling the sheet evenly on his side and tucking in the corners. “Thank you, Quatre. You make it so easy for me to finish–”
“Trowa, you fucking dog–!”
“What, Yuy? We’re just fixing his bed!” Trowa growled, but couldn’t stop his smile of satisfaction at Heero’s riled state.
Quatre stared from one to the other in confusion, aware that he contributed to something, but unsure of what. Trowa pressed one knee into the firm mattress, hands on his hips. “It’s not like I’m fucking him or anything.”
“You had better–!”
“You two, stop!” Quatre commanded, moving before Heero as the Japanese began moving over in Trowa’s direction. He pressed his hands against the hardness of Heero’s chest, feeling a little tingle of hot heat shoot through him at the contact. “Why must you always fight?”
“Trowa’s insecure. He makes himself feel better by fucking around with me,” Heero snarled.
Trowa frowned, lowering his leg from the bed. “Oh? Is that right?”
“Yes!”
“Then I suppose that’s why you need him so much. He does tend to make a guy feel better about himself...”
“What?” Quatre yelped, whirling on him, face reddening as he faced Trowa. “What do you mean by that?”
Trowa looked at him innocently.
“Remember? You’d tripped and fallen on my lap in the living room? And then you apologized, but it was really all right. But at the time, you made me feel so good afterward...”
Quatre did remember tripping over Duo’s foot as he made his way around the coffee table the other morning. He did fall into Trowa’s lap, but the boy had roared with fury that he’d messed up his Pokemon match.
“Oh. Oh, yes, now I remember...” But the way Trowa described it made Quatre feel a little...dirty.
Fury like none other raced across Heero’s face, darkening with expression and color as he saw Quatre’s reaction to such a statement. Trowa barely had time to smile in smirking satisfaction to Heero’s exploding temper when Heero shoved Quatre aside and flew at Trowa.
Trowa shifted form into that of a spider, scurrying across the bed sheets to escape Heero’s might. He shifted to human form, transformed into a rat, and scurried underneath the bed as Heero lunged in his direction. Quatre picked himself up from the floor, shouting at them to stop fighting as beds flew into the air, dressers fell, and Wufei and Duo hurried into the room in panic.
Quatre immediately put a stop to things, picking Trowa up from his rat-form and pining him against the floor, and pined Heero against the ceiling. Then, with some strain on his ability, he began putting things back into place with his powers, ignoring Trowa’s taunting laughter and Heero’s strained growls. As soon as everything was back in place, Quatre rose from the floor, frowning at them both.
“What happened?” Duo asked, blinking as he looked from one face to the other.
“I don’t know,” Quatre muttered as he stalked from the room, dropping his hold on the pair.
Trowa picked himself up from the floor, while Heero rose from his knees, having fallen from the ceiling.
Staring at them suspiciously, Wufei looked from one to the other, then chose to kick Trowa, because he was nearby.
“What were you two doing?” he growled.
“NOTHING. Duo, your bed’s done,” Trowa said, pointing at the disheveled mess.
“Oh. Hey, thanks! Ya’ll didn’t have to go through all that trouble, anyways,” Duo said with a chipper smile on his face. “Thanks, Heero, for doing this! And Trowa, for my sheets.”
“Not a problem,” Trowa said, walking out from the room, hands in his pockets.
With an annoyed growl, Heero rose from the floor and stalked after him.
Wufei, on a very tired sigh, allowed his shoulders to hunch forward, head bowed. He then lifted it briefly to watch Duo finish pulling his sheets for his own satisfaction, and sank down at the edge of his bed.
Duo was a very uplifting person, and despite his more annoying tendencies to talk one’s ear off, he was pretty much an enjoying person to be around. Despite his usual attitude around such cheer, Wufei couldn’t help but be pulled in Duo’s direction.
Such cheer was addicting, and furthermore, he was finding himself growing attracted to the other boy. During their three weeks here, Wufei found himself staring more and more at the boy; at the way violet eyes fluttered with thick lashes; the way that wide mouth grinned; the way that body, filling with obvious weight gain from the food he was getting, moved with almost feline grace with every step.
With a faint color of red splotched on his face, realizing that he found Duo attractive and that the boy was becoming more and more of something of value to him, Wufei lowered his eyes to the floor. He had to keep this blooming crush from the others. They would never let him hear the end of it. With Heero’s situation, it was rather obvious.
Wufei had to admit, since these two arrived at their house, a lot of change had occurred. Duo’s constant cheer had left everyone in a state of either euphoria or hysterics, and Quatre was somewhat of a peacemaker, for Trowa’s and Heero’s constant battles were turned down a notch and the house was without its usual chaos.
The doctors had done much study and examining of both boys, finding that Duo’s powers of teleportation and necromancing could come along usefully in their line of work. It was even possible that Duo was hiding much more than even he could ever imagine within his thin body and cheer-filled mind.
Quatre had finally admitted that he possessed empathic abilities, and could make a person change his/her mind once he worked on changing his/her feelings. Through the ability was very difficult and less worked than his telekinesis, H was convinced that improvement could come from much training and focusing on that talent. No such luck on his origins, through, because the moment someone tried prying information about him from his past, he’d stubbornly shut his mouth and refuse to talk, even when threatened with G’s powers, or Heero’s fists.
Of course, Heero would never hurt the boy–but then again...Wufei had to wonder about that attraction the two had for each other. To put it appropriately (in Trowa’s words), Heero did want to ‘fuck’. And it seemed, at times, that Quatre would willingly submit. But then again...Wufei had noticed the way the two would eye each other, secrets passing between them, and it was as if...they were playing some sort of game. Heero knew he could take the boy by force if he chose, and Quatre could fight and hurt him easily if such measures were taken...
It didn’t seem like they had any real feelings for each other...
“Well? What do you think, Chang m’man?”
He looked up from the floor, seeing Duo indicate his bed. With a frown, he nodded. “Neat. But why black?”
“Because that’s my color, man! My color!”
“But why? It’s so opposite of you,” Wufei said, rising from his bed.
Duo shrugged, his thin arms splaying outward. He was dressed in a pair of overalls with a black thermal shirt, and Wufei didn’t like the fact that he hated those overalls, simply because that little round ass of Duo’s was hidden in the bulk of the outfit. And because of that thought, his cheeks burned, and he had to turn to distract himself with something else to keep from thinking further on that subject.
“It just is. I don’t know. Maybe just cuz it goes with anything and everything,” Duo mused, walking away from his bed. He walked over to his dresser, and began rummaging through it. Sally had allowed him to load up on twenty-five cent clothing, and much of it was black. The thrift store had many treasures that he was able to use, and he picked up the black hat that he’d purchased as well. He fitted that onto his head. He looked over at Wufei with a wide grin, pointing at it. “Eh? Eh?”
Wufei looked at him again, lifting one corner of his mouth up. “Nice, Duo.”
Duo took the hat off, and jumped onto his bed with a loud, satisfied growl. “This is awesome, man. Way awesome! I really like it here! I knew you guys weren’t bad...”
“You really like it here?”
“Absolutely! There’s food, warmth, cute guys everywhere I look...” Duo trailed off, then leered in his direction.
Wufei frowned at him, but couldn’t stop his cheeks from warming once more. Duo backed off his bed and moved in his direction, intent clear on his face, and Wufei quickly made his way out of there.
“Hey! Come back here!”
Wufei was downstairs in no time, having escaped whatever Duo was going to heap up on him, and ran smack dab into Heero, who was coming out from the kitchen, his hands loaded with two sandwiches each. “Hungry?” Wufei drawled, figuring that Heero’s fast metabolism was messing with the muscle-bound mutant once more.
“Hmm.”
“What’s in there?”
“Turkey, ham, bologna, roast beef, cheese, lettuce, pickles, tomatoes, olive, mustard, salt, pepper, jalapenos–”
Wincing, Wufei cut him off with a hand in his face and made his way into the kitchen to warm up some Ramen. He saw that Quatre was already in there, fiddling with a cup of tea, and Trowa was making a sandwich of his own. Wufei pulled out a pot and filled it with some water as Duo bounded his way downstairs.
“Dinner? Already? Where’s Sally and Catherine?” Duo asked, looking around as if he could see them through the walls.
“They’re asleep,” Quatre answered, moving away from the counter and walking past him.
“Ooh...we must have worn them out,” Duo said, moving after Wufei after spotting him putting the pot on the stove top. “Yay! What are you making?”
“Yeah, what are you making, Wufei?” Trowa asked, looking away from his plain peanut butter sandwich and leering in Wufei’s direction.
“Nothing you two are going to have,” Wufei answered, feeling rather suffocated as Duo threw his arms around him in an embrace. He elbowed the guy to get him off, feeling his face heat with some color.
“Aw, you’re going to share, right? Right?”
“Er...right...”
“Fucking bloody Christ...him too,” Wufei heard Trowa mutter as the tall boy walked out from the kitchen. He stared at that direction with a bewildered stare, then pushed Duo off of him.
“Make sure those two don’t fight,” he ordered, just needing an excuse to keep Duo away from him.
Duo bounded out from the kitchen, and Wufei added a little more water, figuring that it wouldn’t hurt to let Duo have some of his Ramen.

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As Quatre sipped at his tea, staring at the television screen that was currently playing the nightly news, Heero stared at him from over his sandwich. They were sitting next to each other, Trowa squeezing himself on the other side of the blond and playing his Gameboy Advanced. Heero knew Trowa was doing this just to be annoying, the other seats clearly empty and quite useful for him to sit.
Heero frowned as he finished his third sandwich, moving to demolish the next. Duo had disappeared after a few short seconds of walking into the living room, and from the sounds coming from the kitchen, he was bugging Wufei about Ramen.
The living room was pretty dark, with only the television set on, so there wasn’t much light. Heero glanced at Trowa over Quatre’s head, finding that the banged boy was turned to the right, to rest his elbows on the couch armrest to better hold his Gameboy. Which meant...he couldn’t really see anything between himself and Quatre.
Heero leaned against his own armrest, almost grinning in delight at the throw pillow that was caught between him and the armrest. He tugged it out of place, and handed it to Quatre, who took it with a small murmur of thanks, settling it over his lap to better hold his steaming cup of tea.
Heero finished his sandwich, watched the news with much disinterest, and eyed Trowa once more. The banged boy was paying too much attention to his GameBoy to give them any attention, so Heero shifted his eyes to the blond head next to him, watching the way the long, white lashes fluttered as Quatre watched the news.
Without warning, Heero thrust his hand underneath the pillow, fondling him roughly. Quatre sputtered on his tea, nearly dropping his cup, and jostled Trowa. Heero grinned at the prospect of being caught as Trowa reared on them, snarling in an animalistic way at being shoved. But he returned his attention to the game, and Quatre looked at Heero with large, questioning eyes. Heero stared back, daring him to move or react, but the only reaction he got while fondling the soft lump of privates was a hardening response from said area.
Losing his hardened stare, Heero watched as those wide eyes turned heavy-lidded and dazed, his fingers dancing lightly over the hardening member he’d found. Stroking, fondling, feeling his own cock react with the action, Heero watched the way Quatre’s cheeks tinged with pink, and the way his lips fell open slightly.
Duo bounded into the room with a large bowl of Ramen, and Heero still didn’t move his hand, only hardening his grasp when Quatre moved, trying to dislodge his grip. The pillow effectively hid whatever he was doing, and therefore, didn’t draw attention as Heero continued to fondle the hardened shaft.
Face flushed with mortification and arousal, Quatre merely gripped the pillow tightly, and focused on the tv set.
Wufei entered the living room then, maneuvering his way to the wing-back chair to Heero’s far left. He looked at Heero, nodded, and turned his attention to the television set. Quatre wanted to get out of Heero’s reach, to stop this mortifying thing from continuing, but when he moved again, fingers that were capable of bending steel tightened on his member and he couldn’t move. He could only sit there and unwillingly enjoy the fondling that was hidden beneath the throw pillow on his lap.
His cup of tea shook in his other hand, the rest of his body stiff as Heero continued playing with him, smiling in mean satisfaction. Trowa muttered something about a Starmie and resettled into position, bumping against Quatre’s elbow. Duo had decimated whatever was in his bowl, and got up to get some more. Wufei slurped loudly, apologized for the sound, and resumed watching television.
Fingers working nimbly, Heero felt out the tip of Quatre’s penis, and softly smoothed his fingers over the head, in a gentle motion he found pleasurable on himself. When he started to feel the material under his hand grow slightly damp, he withdrew his hand from underneath the pillow. At this, Quatre quickly escaped, face flushed red and an uncomfortable strain pushing against his pants. He hurried upstairs with his cup of tea and locked himself in the bathroom, panting. Setting his cup aside, he reached into his pants to adjust the straining member, feeling utmost shame.
Closing his eyes, trying to calm himself before leaving the safety of the bathroom, he bent over the sink, hands on the porcelain counter.
After several long minutes, he straightened, and left his cup behind as he emerged from the bathroom. He felt uncomfortable in his sweater and somewhat ‘new’ track pants, the ones with removable buttons. He walked into the bedroom to change into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, but was caught unprepared by the fingers that curled through his hair, forcing him down onto the floor. He opened his mouth to cry out with fear when he recognized Heero’s scent, and that earlier sexual fever raged tenfold at the position. He felt helpless and vulnerable, hopelessly outmatched, and when a strong hand covered his mouth, he felt his desire return with much drive and power.
A hardened stab at the cleft of his backside caused him to moan slightly, pushing upward with his hips, straining to meet that restrained organ.
“Don’t ever do that again. Not with him,” Heero hissed against his ear, biting the delicate lobe with too much force, but sending prickles of need through Quatre’s entire being.
“Or what?” he managed to say behind the hard grip of hand against his mouth.
“You won’t enjoy what I’ll do if you keep that up.” Heero shifted his position, with enough leverage to mimic hard rutting motions against Quatre’s ass. He really enjoyed the helpless whimpers and answering movement below him, but heard the sound of Sally’s and Catherine’s door opening down the hall.
With much reluctance, he let go of his prey and shifted up from the floor, moving swiftly to stand at the doorway. Quatre quickly picked himself up, breathing heavily, reaching into his pants to adjust his straining erection once more.
Then he turned, hurrying over to his dresser to complete his earlier intentions. Someone, either Sally or Catherine, walked downstairs, and left their section of the hall undisturbed. Heero shut the door quietly, the action cutting off any light from lighting the darkened room, and made his way back to Quatre.
Anticipating his presence, Quatre turned away from the dresser, gripping his clothing tightly. He felt Heero’s breath on his neck before feeling sharp teeth on his skin, and he gave a light moan, his knees turning weak. Strong hands gripped his hips with bruising force, teeth embedding more firmly against his skin. He dropped his clothes, reaching up to hold onto strong shoulders. Heero pushed him onto the floor, and he fairly shook with desire as his legs were thrust apart, that hardened body pressing against his with enough force to hurt him.
Trying to keep quiet, he rose his hips against Heero’s, grinding fiercely against his, needing what Heero was willing to give. With a low growl, Heero reached between them, palming Quatre’s erection, squeezing hard enough to hurt. A small cry of pain escaped the blond’s open mouth, but his nails raked down Heero’s back with enough force to make Heero wince. The Asian lowered his mouth, biting hard on the exposed collarbone, nipping and biting skin hard enough to make it sting. He moved over previous areas with his breath, rubbing and squeezing hard at what he had in his hand. When he tried to kiss Quatre, to taste his mouth and hot breath, the blond quickly turned his head to avoid contact.
Heero grew puzzled at this rejection, letting go of his erection and forcing his face back to his. He lowered his head again, but Quatre spit at his face and cursed him with a hissed snarl. Heero felt his anger override his confusion, and he moved his head forward, smashing his lips against the other’s. When Quatre bit him, Heero snatched his head up and angrily shoved at the blond’s shoulders.
Quatre began to hit and kick at him in an alarmed panic. Heero felt the other’s rising terror, smelling it as a distinctive scent. The thought of a struggle made him harder than he had been before, and with a low growl, he pinned flailing arms with one hand above Quatre’s head and began stroking him roughly with the other.
Using his hips to throw off Heero’s hand, Quatre began to maneuver his body so that he could kick Heero, but the effects were useless against the much more stronger mutant. He began breathing heavily as he struggled, managing to pull his hands loose and allow his fingers to curl into Heero’s face, digging into olive-skinned cheeks.
Heero forced his hands away with a low growl, pinning them back up over his head. He then ripped at the track pants, using the pull-away buttons for his advantage. He tore off the pants with a snarl. Next were the boxers that stopped halfway, because Quatre was kicking too wildly for Heero to keep his hold on the cotton material. There was a sharp rip of sound as it tore under his too-strong grip, and he followed that through, peeling his underwear away from his body with a low sound of satisfaction.
At this, Quatre’s face turned from fear-filled to something as satisfied as what was on Heero’s face. The Asian paused in bewilderment at this change, but that expression on the blond’s face quickly changed as one leg kicked at him with renewed frenzy. Heero grabbed that kicking limb, and bent it against Quatre’s chest, pining it there with the weight of his upper body. His left side free to move, he reached out, tentatively touching the other pale limb.
His hand trembled as it followed over a shaking thigh, feeling tiny hairs prick against the palm of his hand. He could smell the sharp musk of this area, and he inhaled deeply of it as his hand shifted from the quivering thigh to the exposed privates he’d uncovered. Groping feverishly, with almost no regard to tenderness or for the thought that this was painful, Heero ran his fingers over a hardened cock and ridged balls.
There was a sound of satisfaction from the blond, struggle halting abruptly as his pelvis rose, seeking more of the contact. Heero looked away from what he was doing to see Quatre’s face masked with pleasure, his eyes shut tight as he enjoyed the touch. His hand slipped over the exposed line that ran from balls to anus, his fingertips running briefly over the pucker exposed to him. He felt Quatre’s body jerk in response, and a simple glance at his face told Heero that this was just as pleasurable as what had been done earlier. His fingertips ringed the ridged entrance. Watching his face, Heero used his index finger to nudge at his opening. The tip of his fingertip quested inside, caught within the ring of muscle. At the feel of heat and pressure, Heero exhaled deeply, pushing his finger in with a sort of detached curiosity.
Quatre made another sound of pleasure, all his actions halting in trying to get out of his grip. Heero watched with interest as the blond’s hips rose, taking in his finger with an eager movement. Withdrawing his finger, he watched the disappointment flit across the other’s face. Without any warning at all, he jammed two fingers into the pucker exposed to him.
Quatre’s lower body lifted clear off the floor, and his mouth fell open with a scream that Heero quickly muffled with his other hand. He marveled at how firm his fingers were held within this very warm, tightly clenching channel. It was almost as if he couldn’t move them–but he pulled his fingers out slightly, feeling the release of muscle as his fingertips left Quatre’s body. He then forced them back in, knuckles deep. He repeated this motion, finding it a little awkward with the positioning, but he turned to watch Quatre’s face as he fucked him hard with his two fingers.
The thin body beneath him shuddered fiercely in reaction to the violation of his moving fingers, and Heero found himself breathing heavily with his own arousal as his fingers rubbed with unrelenting friction against sensitive tissues and skin. The room was silent, entirely silent and still as he continued the finger-fuck.
Quatre then came with enough force that squeezed Heero’s fingers within the tightening passage, and Heero slowed the movement of his fingers, watching the thin, heaving body shudder violently in the aftermath of the abrupt orgasm. He removed his fingers, aware that they were slick with blood, and released the one quivering leg that he’d held in place with his chest.
Removing his hand from the trembling mouth, Heero listened to the harsh pants that were coming from the sweet blond’s mouth. He then shifted upward, stuffing his slick fingers into that open orifice.
“Taste yourself. That’s how you taste,” he whispered, and found himself feeling odd when Quatre complied, licking every digit clean without protest. Heero wondered what in hell created his monstrous reaction that both of them shared, and wondered if he were sick. Even so, the fact that he was definitely not turned off or frightened by these needs had him surprised.
He reached between them, feeling the soft, downy fluff of receding lanugo on Quatre’s stomach, which was splotched with his own cum. Running his fingers through the thick goo, Heero coated his palm and digits with it and once again commanded the blond to clean off his hands with his tongue. Compliant, doing as Heero said, Quatre did so with much relish, holding Heero’s hand close as he did so.
As soon as Heero felt that his hand was clean enough, he lifted off from the floor. He left Quatre behind as he moved into the bathroom, to jerk himself off to completion. After that was done, he flushed the toilet and cleaned himself off. Leaning against the counter of the bathroom, he stared at his reflection in the mirror and wondered what the hell he was doing.

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Quatre stared out into the darkness of the room, listening to the sounds of the boys sleeping around him. His ass felt sore, uncomfortably stretched, and he couldn’t stop thinking about Heero. Heero hadn’t been turned off by his bony body, nor the changes that had occurred because of his lifestyle. Granted, he’d noticed some change since he was now picking at three square meals a day, but the fact that Heero had wanted him...
In a way, this terrified him. Because he desperately wanted to keep this attention, and to keep the other from finding him undesirable...much like the others. He wanted Heero’s attention. He wanted his presence. He wanted what he hadn’t had before. While another level of him mocked himself over such things, another part of him yearned for this contact. Just being near the guy had him feeling nervous and tense, as well as sexually charged...but there was another that silently admired his commanding presence and stubborn determination.
Heero often left him feeling inadequate in ways that he couldn’t compare himself to, but when the Asian looked at him...that’s when things turned differently. He often felt Heero’s emotions toward him, and could tell the obvious sexual needs...but there was an underlying other that had him curious and afraid. He didn’t think Heero understood it, either, the mutant confused by his own feelings and indecisive needs and wants. Quatre could sense this whenever he was around Heero.
Along this note, it was apparent that he was ‘safe’...his powers, enabling him to detect and change emotions, had assured him that no other looked at him as a toy. They didn’t see him in that way. Mostly, he detected pity and curiosity in his personality and origins. The women...the women confused him. They were kind and caring, but yet...there was also an underlying sense of restraint on their parts. He didn’t understand that.
Unable to sleep, he pushed himself up from his bed, and quietly ventured out from the room. Negotiating his way through the dark, he headed downstairs to the living room. It was nearly three a.m., and the normal sounds of the house gave him a sense of security as he settled himself onto the couch. He turned on the tv, lowering the volume, and switched through the channels. Finding CNN, he focused on the woman’s words, repeating some after her. He was learning English quite quickly from the surrounding elements–what had been so limited was now expanding. He felt rather proud of himself, but at the same time, a little ashamed in that he hadn’t have known this language before setting foot on this land.
One of the stories featured a sex scandal involving a senator and child porn. Staring at the screen, he felt himself slowly sinking back into his memories, his fingers idly picking at the tender area just under his right arm. The skin was fleshy, there–soft and warm. It stung painfully as he gripped his flesh and pinched it. The white hot-flash of pain raced up his arm and entire body, and he shivered as he continued to twist and endure. The pain was welcome. It took his mind away from the various other things that reminded him of how dirty he was.
The pain in his ass from Heero’s rough treatment...the antibiotics he had to take for the diseases he’d picked up on the street...his hunger...everything. Bruising had become a part of him, ever since he found himself fascinated by the darkened discoloration on his skin when he was eleven. There was something satisfying in the action–a pinch of skin, hot flash of pain, a mark of declaration of what had been on his mind. Or, it could be dull and throbbing, however way a bruise was given.
He found that marking himself in these ways were convenient–no one liked the cuts he had once made.
That had made him undesirable. With a bruise, it could fade away, and always explained. And he could always administer it without tools. Bruising was addicting, convenient...
The bruises that Sally had healed had been given because that doctor had quietly explained why he was to take so many antibiotics. He’d felt so dirty...so unclean...he had pinched and twisted at his skin on the ride back to the house, and had been pinching when Sally approached him.
Thinking about that now, he sighed in sorrow, gripping a particular fleshy part of his upper arm and twisting hard enough that it made him grunt. Soothing away the piercing flash of pain, he stared at the screen in silence, and continued to mouth and repeat what had been said.