Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Psychotic America ❯ Here I Am, This Is Me ( Chapter 9 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Manga-Chick 
Warning: violent lemon. Hiiro learns what its like to be caught in Quatre's manipulative grasp
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.20.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 7.3K | Visits: 356 | Status: Completed
Warning: violent lemon. Hiiro learns what its like to be caught in Quatre's manipulative grasp
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.20.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 7.3K | Visits: 356 | Status: Completed
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 Nine:
Here I Am, This Is Me
“One, two...four, five,” Alex muttered as they watched the group walk away from the Hangar, heading down the street. “That’s all of them. Now, what?”
“We follow. Maybe they’ll have an orgy,” Dorothy suggested, walking in the same direction as the boys.
“Disgusting,” Mueller muttered, shaking his head from side to side. “This is all we’re doing? Following them? And then what? We make sure their moms greet them at the door when they return home? This is fucking stupid.”
“I’d have expected that comment from Alex, dear, not from you.”
“He’s getting antsy,” Alex interrupted, annoyed. “It’s about time for him to feed.”
“Isn’t it odd that you’re one body, yet two separate minds and personalities?” Dorothy wondered aloud, sneaking a look at him.
“Don’t you think I’ve been wondering that on my own?” Alex growled at her, glaring darkly at her smiling face. “All he does is give me trouble! Whining and crying about being hungry all the fucking time...really, I have no need for that type of bullshit. I wasn’t the one that started killing people! I wasn’t the one that began feeding off fucking hobos for their stinky ass blood...”
“Multiple personalities are created when the base experiences massive psychological trauma...what sort of trauma were you involved in, Alex?” Dorothy asked with interest, focusing her light blue eyes on him.
He glared at her, shoulders hunched tightly as he took steps ahead of her. She smirked, slowing her steps as she followed him. Really...what an interesting question...
The diner wasn’t crowded, but the tables were taken by those roaming the night. They took a booth near the back, with Trowa pulling up a chair from a nearby table to sit at the head.
Duo eagerly leaned against Wufei’s shoulder, urging him to read what was available. Embarrassed by Duo’s actions and eagerness, Wufei felt his face flushing. He glanced at his brothers, seeing that they weren’t even paying attention to them. Trowa was busy glaring at Heero, who was preoccupied with his own menu, and Quatre was staring at his utensils with a faraway expression on his face. Sighing, Wufei began reading off what sounded good, and the waitress came over to get their order for drinks.
After choices were made regarding food, Wufei looked at Heero, nudging his foot underneath the table.
“Tomorrow, we should hit the streets,” he said quietly. “We’ve been slacking off the past few days.”
“We really have no leads,” Heero muttered in irritation. “No other reports have made the desk.”
“But that doesn’t mean this person is gone. He or she could just be resting up, or on vacation, like the other one.”
“Have you guys ever caught the person you’re looking for?” Duo asked curiously.
“Plenty of times. It may take awhile, but we get them,” Wufei answered, sipping at his coffee. The urge to drink it had struck him when Duo had ordered a milkshake. “Sometimes, a mission turns difficult. This is one of those moments.”
“What about Treize’s people? I mean...do you know what they look like?”
“No. We just know he employs them. But they’re very powerful. I heard one was an illusionist.”
“I think we should use bait,” Heero interrupted, looking at Duo. Duo gave him a stricken look, and hunched his shoulders. With a half sneer, Heero continued with, “After all, he did want you.”
“I don’t wanna be bait...”
“We may have to consider that, Duo,” Wufei said with a frown directed at Heero. He looked over at Quatre as well. “We may have to use you as well, Quatre.”
At the blond’s indifferent shrug, Wufei made a face and sipped again. “Considering that this mutant had a taste of them, he’d probably want to come back.”
“But how do you know he’d even recognize us?” Duo asked on a sigh, hunching his shoulders. “I mean, we kinda don’t look the same.”
“True...but the fact that the pair of you have strong powers will lure him. He’s only struck the more powerful mutants.”
“How would you know? If they were dead?”
“Trowa’s sense of smell,” Heero answered with a sneer in the subject’s direction. “The rat can tell.”
“How?”
“Actually, Duo, some of these mutants are registered,” Wufei replied in irritation, kicking Heero. “From those reports, we are able to tell.”
“Oh...” Duo fiddled with his straw, frowning with uncomfortable worry as he wondered about mutant registration. There had been times at the shelter when the homeless were forced to register their powers, entering them into a system that made it easy for the government to track them down. He’d managed to escape that worry, but it was a constant headache at the back of his mind. Some of those registered mutants sometimes ‘disappeared’, and everyone had no doubt that it was because of the registration that had that person missing.
Quatre suddenly cleared his throat, and murmured something to Heero, who looked up sharply. He frowned, then rose from the bench, allowing the blond to leave. Heero resumed his seat, and Wufei frowned over at him, fiddling with his cup.
“So? Heero? Was he good?” Trowa asked casually, leaning over the table. “I could smell you all over him.”
“Heero!” Wufei exclaimed, turning red. “You and he weren’t–! In the control room–were you?”
“Oh, they didn’t go all the way, Wufei, don’t worry,” Trowa chuckled. “It wasn’t that smell.”
“You can tell what smell it was?” Duo asked with interest.
“He’s confusing himself with what he smells after fucking some animals,” Heero muttered, and Trowa flung his spoon in his direction.
“Tro? You score with the animals?” Duo shrieked, slapping the table.
“I’m going to kill you both–!”
“No one’s killing anyone until after we eat!” Wufei roared, catching their attention. As well as everyone else’s. As everyone resumed their own conversations, Wufei frowned at Heero, reaching across the table to slap him upside the head. “‘No’ means no!”
“He doesn’t refuse me.”
“He’s probably scared! Have you ever considered that? That he’s afraid to refuse you because you’ll hurt him?”
“I wouldn’t hurt him because he refused,” Heero muttered, scowling as he fiddled with his own utensils.
“So, Heero, you and he have done it? Man, you guys work fast!” Duo said in amazement, blinking. “Aren’t you afraid he’ll break? Do you ever consider that? I mean, you’re superhuman, and he ain’t. Wouldn’t you have to hold yourself back? Is it hard to do that? Can you–?”
“Horny little shit. Shut up for once!” Trowa growled, kicking his foot underneath the table.
Duo yelped and held his shin while Wufei bopped Trowa across the head. Amidst the fighting, Heero sighed uneasily, leaning against the table and looking in the direction of the bathroom. He rose from the table, ignoring the jeers directed at him as he headed that way. When he walked in, voices immediately hushed, and attention was drawn to him.
His eyes narrowed as two of the men looked at him with indifference, moving away from a closed stall door. Since Quatre wasn’t in sight, Heero supposed that he was either in that stall, or...wasn’t here at all. He glanced at the two men that were entirely too suspicious, then walked over to the urinal. The men kept silent for a few moments as he prepared to use the urinal. He heard them shift, and wood pound upon wood as one of the men jiggled the door and demanded an apology. He glanced over at them from over his shoulder, seeing that the two were determined to get some sort of apology from the person inside. Without really have to dwell on it, he knew that it was Quatre they were hounding.
He finished up, and moved to clean his hands. But instead of moving toward the sink, he grabbed the man that was doing the shouting, and dragged him over to the urinal while his friend looked over at them in confusion. Plunging the man’s face into the liquid waste sitting atop the urinal, Heero held his head down for a few moments, delighting in the easiness of doing so.
The man’s friend suddenly left the bathroom in a flurry of movement. Heero pulled the man’s head back, hearing him sputter and spit, gasping loudly as he rested his hands at the edge of the urinal. He began to dry heave, his face turning green and gray as Heero held his head back.
He flushed the urinal, and jerked the man to his feet. Without another word, he shoved the man out the bathroom, and walked over to the sink to wash his hands. Over the running water, he said, “Why didn’t you use your powers to get them to leave you alone?”
“I don’t want to use them,” came the sullen reply.
“You’re a mutant–you might as well as accept it. Use it to your advantage.”
“It lowers me to their level.”
Heero shut the water off, and dried his hands, glancing at the door. “You were given that gene for a reason. You can’t just not use them. Used in the correct way, they could be beneficial.”
“...You wouldn’t understand.”
Without warning, Heero kicked the closed door open, Quatre jumping as he pressed himself further against the corner of the stall. Staring at him in silence, Heero heard Wufei’s words echoing through his thoughts, and he narrowed his eyes with reckoning.
“You would refuse me, right?” he asked, feeling odd for saying that.
Quatre’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion, and he glanced away. “For...what?”
“Are you afraid of me?” When there was no answer, just a sullen glance in his general direction, Heero frowned, feeling oddly concerned. “Quatre? Are you?”
“I...I’m afraid of everybody.”
At the quietly given admission, Heero stared at him in silence, hearing the sounds of the diner just outside the bathroom door. He let his hands hang in limp fists at his sides as he considered this admittance. He didn’t know the guy very well–Quatre never talked about himself, nor volunteered anything, so when the others found out information about him, it was usually forced or by some sort of accident. Heero looked at him once more, noting the downcast face and the hunched shoulders. As he stood there, he realized he couldn’t imagine seeing the guy in any other way.
With a gruff clearing of his throat, his hands found their way into his pockets. “You can say ‘no’. I can respect boundaries.”
He looked up in time to catch a minute flash of worry. He started to say something when Quatre asked, “Did I disappoint you? I promise to do better next time. I’m sorry for–”
“No,” Heero interrupted, feeling puzzled at the rush of words. “If you don’t want me to...you can just say ‘no’. I’m...I’d never given thought that you may be–too afraid to refuse me. It doesn’t mean that I am rejecting you.”
“...I don’t understand.”
Heero gave him an expression of amazement, blinking repeatedly. “What’s so hard about it? You have a choice.”
“But you won’t like me anymore.”
Heero fell silent as he stared incredulously at him, unsure of what to say or do. He stared around himself, then nudged the open door with his boot. His mind befuddled with his confusion over Quatre’s insecurity, he turned and walked out from the bathroom, feeling somewhat dazed from the conversation.
How hard was it to understand? What was so difficult about it? He was beginning to wonder what in the hell he was delving into as he made his way back to the booth. Their food had been served, and the others were digging in as if they hadn’t eaten in weeks. At the smell of his own dish, Heero sank into his seat and began to eat.
Wufei glanced up from his soup. “Was that your doing, earlier?”
“What?”
“A couple of men ran out from the bathroom. One of them smelled suspiciously like piss.”
Heero shrugged as he bit into his sandwich. “I didn’t like his face.”
Duo guffawed loudly, effectively spraying him with cheeseburger bits. “That’s awesome, man. That’s something fuckin’ Arnold or Vin Diesel might say. That’s so awesome.”
“Hopefully, there was a point to all of it,” Wufei murmured as he slurped on his soup. “Where’s Quatre?”
Heero shrugged, avoiding eye contact as he glanced over at the blond’s plate. “We’ll just grab a take-out box.”
“He isn’t eating? Why? Is he sick?” Duo asked between mouthfuls.
“Pass me the ketchup. Trowa, get your stupid hands off my food.”
“Or what, Yuy? You’ll break ‘em? Oh, ho, ho, I’ve heard that one before.”
Wufei sighed tiredly, then glanced up as Quatre walked over. Heero let him slide into the booth, but he didn’t bother touching his food. Wufei studied him for several moments, pausing in the action of dipping his bread into the juice of his soup.
“Are you not hungry?”
At the silent shake of his head, Wufei nodded and glared over at Heero, who noticed the expression, frowning at him. Duo reached over to snatch a fry from the blond’s plate, chewing enthusiastically.
“C’mon, man! They’re great! If you don’t want it, I’ll eat it.”
“Hey, did you guys watch the game last night?” Trowa asked from out of the blue, looking from one face to the other. “Don’t the Grizzlies suck, or what?”
Wufei gave him a surprised stare, then rolled his eyes. “That was random.”
“What time is it? I’m sleepy.”
“Nearly one thirty. We’re going to sleep all day tomorrow. That night, we’re going out.”
“On a date?” Duo cried excitedly, even though he knew the real reason.
“Idiot.”
“Come with us, Quatre,” Wufei then said, looking across the table. “We can use your empathic abilities. More than likely, you remember what that man was feeling as he, er, hunted, right?”
“Aw, man, he can’t do it,” Trowa muttered. “We’d be spending all that time watching out for his stink ass because people want to beat him up. I don’t want to baby-sit.”
“Shut up, Trowa,” Duo ordered, hurling a fry in his direction. “We spend most of our time telling you ‘no’.”
“All the time, no, no, no!” Wufei chimed in with irritation. “NO, Trowa! Don’t do that! Trowa, NO! Don’t bite that girl! TROWA! NO! Stop peeing on that bush! And that’s all in human form!”
“I’m a gas, aren’t I?” Trowa laughed mockingly.
“But we can really use you out there,” Wufei continued, looking over at Quatre. “That way, your hours will be logged in with us.”
“...Fine.”
Heero glanced over at him from the corner of his eye, noting the indifferent expression on his pale face. Frowning, he returned his focus to his food, and finished without really tasting anything.
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When they finally made their way outside, Wufei went to hail a cab, the others milling on the sidewalk. It was starting to snow again, so Duo opened his mouth wide and tried to catch snowflakes on his tongue. Heero glanced over at Quatre, and then at Trowa as the banged boy strolled casually over to the blond, grinning maniacally at Heero as he mimicked rutting motions against the boy’s stiff frame. Heero frowned at him, feeling his face crinkle into a death glare when the taxi pulled up.
As they climbed in, Wufei settled into the front seat while the others crammed themselves into the back. The ride toward home was slow going, and each male was lost in their own thoughts as the night life of New York City flashed past them.
Arriving at home, they agreed to stay up for the rest of the night, to sleep during the rest of the day. Duo and Wufei busied themselves in the living room with video games, Trowa went upstairs to bug his sister and her lover, and Quatre quietly asked Heero to come with him down to the basement, so they could talk.
Once down there, through, Heero felt a little wary as he looked over the blond, noting the somewhat determined set of his lips. He wasn’t sure what to say as he studied the large room, as if seeing it for the first time. Quatre took off his jacket and scarf, keeping his eyes on him the entire time. Unsure of what the blond wanted to talk about, Heero leaned against the table, crossing his arms in front of him as he waited.
Quatre then crossed the space between them, his eyes set firmly on Heero’s, and the Asian was shocked when the blond kissed him.
It was clumsy and inexperienced, obviously desperate, and Heero was paralyzed for a few moments as he realized this. He could only stand there with a bewildered expression on his face, but when he suddenly began feeling that slow, hot burn of lust pulling through his body, he found himself unable to think anymore.
He lowered his arms to pull the blond closer to him, his kiss just as inexperienced and clumsy.
Hungrily, he plundered his mouth, his tongue taking selfish claim. He could tell Quatre didn’t want to be kissed; it was obvious in the stiff hold of his head, and from the way his mouth opened with slack response, not even bothering to reciprocate what was being given. Ignoring these subtle hints, Heero let his hormones take over, giving no thought to Quatre’s own comforts. It was as if he were very blind and deaf to these signs, his selfish body taking over reason. Besides that, Quatre hadn’t said ‘no’, and had instigated this...
Between them, he could feel Quatre’s hands working at his button and zipper, and he allowed this to happen, pulling his hips back so that these things could be manipulated. The blond shifted away from his mouth, lowering his head to concentrate on pulling his jeans and underwear down. Heero stepped back, watching this process with a sort of curious air, feeling his flesh automatically respond to this action.
When Quatre shifted aside two of the chairs that were pulled against the table, Heero felt his brow pull as he wondered what was going to happen next. Glancing down at himself, noting the half-hardened response, he reached for his rigid flesh and let his fingers dance against the length.
He lifted his eyes once he heard the sound of another zipper being manipulated, and watched blankly as Quatre removed his own jeans and underwear, stepping out of them with a sort of indifferent air. He left his socks and shoes on, and Heero barely had time to note how toned those pale columns were when the blond reached for him, manipulating his length with his own touch.
Staring up into Heero’s face, Quatre used his hand to encourage the stiffness of Heero’s penis, then lifted a hand, working up spit. Spitting the moisture into his palm, he coated what he could along the tense length, and pulled Heero toward him as he edged toward the table. Realizing what was going on, feeling excitement and need race through his blood, Heero moved forward with an eager noise. Pressing his erection against one pale thigh as Quatre turned around and bent over the table, Heero pressed both palms onto the table, and let his mouth move over what he could find over the collar of his shirt. He could feel Quatre reaching for him, guiding his penis against the entrance of his body.
Taking control of the situation, eager to experience this more grand finale of body exploration, Heero brushed aside his hand, and roughly separated pale ass cheeks to see where he was going. Without much thought to comfort and standard procedure, he pushed the blunt head of his penis into the dark rosebud pucker, hearing the blond give a strangled cry, his entire body stiffening. The effect on Heero’s cock was more than pleasurable, causing the mutant to give a low moan as he found himself pushing further into the boy’s body. He heard the boy give another cry, his body tightening and pulling, as if trying to get out of his grip. He instead laid himself flat on the table, fingers curling into the surface as Heero pushed in all the way with a heavy exhale.
Being held in this most intimate manner, his body connected to another, had his blood racing and broiling with the effects of sex. Heero felt as though he’d entered another level, his body’s reaction to this new thing making his breath heavy. He bent over the heaving body beneath him, hearing Quatre’s heart pounding fiercely. He could hear agitated grunts and muffled whimpers coming from him, and could feel the way his entire body trembled. Even the muscles that held Heero’s cock so sweetly were trembling, making it hard for Heero to stand. He gripped pale white hips with both hands, his fingers digging into his skin as he tried moving himself. He heard Quatre give a muffled cry, his whole body tensing once more as the drag caused by the dryness of the action caused him great amounts of pain.
Heero felt nothing of it; he just felt hot heat and clenching tightness, and it was simply wondrous and heavenly. His head fell forward as he pulled out slightly, then worked his way back in. It was rapidly growing uncomfortable for him, this dryness, and for the fact that his virgin newness to the situation was preparing him for an orgasm despite the discomfort.
When he pushed back in, using his hips and legs to do so, hearing Quatre give a muffled scream, he felt the impending climax tear through his body. He palmed the table as his hips jerked forward, flesh slapping against flesh as his cock jerked and pumped rhythmically with the spilling of his semen. His body rippled with the aftereffect as he felt himself expand with the action, depleted of energy. Closing his eyes, he leaned over the quivering frame beneath him, hearing his own heartbeat slam repeatedly throughout his head. He hadn’t worked up a sweat, but the effect had still been the same. He had practically thrust a maximum of three times, but...when he had, he’d finally understood why sex was so revered.
He exhaled deeply against the blond’s neck, his senses coming back to him. With their return, he blinked dazedly, glancing around the conference room. He was sure no one heard them–the room was sound proof. But the fact that someone could have come in at any moment...it had added a sense of naughtiness that made it even more so.
He looked down at the bowed blond head before him, then shifted his eyes to the tightly clenched fists that were bunched up before him. Wufei’s words came back to him, rather belatedly. In the heat of the moment, he hadn’t considered anything else but his own selfish needs.
He glanced down at their joined bodies, and started to pull out. His cock was sensitive due to the orgasm, and he winced as the drag and clench of Quatre’s body caused torturous tingles throughout his entire system. But when he fully withdrew, he was more than startled to see blood mixed with his seed decorating his flesh. Another glance told him that Quatre’s body, more vulnerable than his due to its lack of superhuman strength, had torn.
The blond straightened, though, with a dogged grimace. He turned around, gripping the table with one hand. In self-conscious blunder, Heero stood stoically in place as the boy groped the floor for his clothes, and began to dress himself, with no other words or expression. After he’d finished dressing, he made his way toward the stairway, his movements stiff and obviously painful. Heero stared after him, then dropped his stunned attention to the floor.
Feeling his face heat with utmost shame and quiet degradation, he bent and picked up his own clothes, dressing hastily. He made sure that there wasn’t a mess, but when he located a mixture of semen and blood, he used the bottom of his shoe to wipe that away. It resembled nothing more than a smeared stain that looked questionably like Kool-Aid when he hurried out of the basement. His body felt oddly sated and depleted of tension and fatigue. He felt impossibly energized and light as he headed into the living room to see what the others were doing.
Wufei was reading a book while Duo was challenging Trowa to a game of Soul Caliber, and Heero took the love seat to watch them play.
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Grumbling underneath his breath at the ringing doorbell, Ralph Curt moved away from his kitchen stove to answer the door that next morning. Shoving his hair out of his face, he jerked open the locks and the door, revealing a man and a woman standing right outside. The woman made his entire frame stiffen, and his face to harden with much reluctance.
Dorothy swept right in, earning her a glare as he then looked back at the man, who was frowning at him. Figuring that they had nothing but trouble to give him, he indicated with a nod of his head for the man to enter, and he shut the door firmly behind him.
“Mm, smells delicious!” Dorothy exclaimed from the kitchen, while the man gave the one bedroom apartment a disgusted glance. Alex stuffed his hands into his Gucci trench as to keep himself from being contaminated lest he touch anything.
“What is it, Catalonia? You didn’t come here to socialize,” Ralph grumbled, wiping his hands on his jeans as he walked back into the kitchen. Alex looked over this man, who was nothing more than an average looking male. He stood tall at six foot two, but was built in a wiry way. He was dressed in a turtleneck underneath a long sleeve shirt and dark blue jeans, and wore socks and house shoes. His dark hair flopped carelessly around his strong features, brushed idly aside when several strands hung in his face.
Fortunately, Alex was drawn to lighter coloring. Ralph looked as low as a common minimum-wage worker than anything of attractiveness.
“No pleasantries? Would you not wish to inquire about my health and how I am doing?” Dorothy asked with a gentle laugh, sweeping her manicured fingers through her blond hair.
“No.”
Dorothy sighed, shoulders slumping briefly before she straightened and faced him. “Mr. Kushrehnada would love to speak with you.”
With a disgusted expression, Ralph tossed aside his towel. “What does he want?”
“He wants you to meet with him.”
“I’ll be ready in five minutes,” Ralph muttered as he turned off the stove. He then walked out from the kitchen and maneuvered his way into the bedroom.
Alex looked at Dorothy with a frown. “What’s this about?”
“Ralph Curt is one of Treize’s workers,” she said, her hand disappearing briefly into her pocket and holding up the scrap of paper that Treize had given her. Alex hadn’t noticed that they’d held a private conference. He wondered what the man was up to, recruiting more mutants. “He’s reliable, has powers that has one marveling in admiration, and will do well against our adversaries. His experience and knowledge has him working as one of Treize’s most trusted mutants.”
Alex gave her a steely stare. “What is this guy’s role in this whole thing?”
“You’ll see.”
“What does he possess?”
“Did you see what he was wearing?”
Alex blinked at the off-hand question, then frowned. Recalling that Ralph had been wearing a long sleeved shirt and jeans, he tried to imagine him with scales or any other telltale mutant flaw. He scowled down at the blond woman. “So?”
Dorothy smiled at him, deigning to answer.
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“Yes?”
“Is Middie Une here? I attend school with her, and I need to question her about a homework assignment we both share,” Dorothy said, smiling at the woman with the coarse hair, her tired expression displaying her exhaustion.
The small apartment in Greenwich Village displayed numerous pieces of failed art, along with a musty, troublesome smell. With a nod, the woman opened the door, allowing Dorothy to walk in. Dorothy stared at the small effects of the apartment as the woman called for her daughter, walking off with an almost stoned manner.
A girl, her coarse blond hair framing her strong face, came out from the back bedroom, pausing once she saw Dorothy standing there. Her strong eyebrows pulled into a frown, and Dorothy smiled at her, lifting her eyebrows with a caustic expression.
The girl, a senior in a private nearby academy, frowned at her.
“We’ll be requiring your presence at Mr. Kushrehnada’s, around ten,” Dorothy said, folding her hands before her.
“It’s that important, huh?” the girl asked, her tone low and seething.
Her green eyes were narrowed with suspicion, and Dorothy felt unsettled as they peered with much intensity at her own blue ones. The girl always unsettled her–it had to do with her mutant abilities, something Treize was convinced would be very valuable when it came to working out his plan.
Dorothy nodded, bobbing her head once.
“Fine. I’ll be there when I get there. Same address?”
“Of course.”
The girl, Middie, nodded and turned, walking away. Dorothy let out a small sigh, turning and letting herself out of the apartment. Walking out from the hallway, she met with Alex and Ralph, both of whom were glaring at each other. She smiled at both, nodding.
“We’ll be seeing our little darling at ten,” she said, leading the way from the building.
“You say she’s only 17?” Alex asked, walking after her, Ralph taking up the tail.
“Yes, but her powers far exceed those eldest of her.”
“How’d Treize meet this one?” Alex asked, sarcasm heavy in his tone.
Dorothy chuckled. “She came to us, Alex, honey.”
Alex gave a cautious expression to the man behind him, who was bundled up in a warm jacket, gloves, scarf and athletic beanie. Dorothy had warned him to never touch Ralph, and still hadn’t explained why. Alex wasn’t about to try it out on his own, and he didn’t like the guy, simply because their natures crossed and it was human nature to dislike without even knowing why.
He looked back at Dorothy, frowning. “How many people are we recruiting?”
“We’re done, dear. Why? Is Mueller wanting to feed again?”
“Actually, he’s been pretty content.”
Dorothy smiled secretively. “He would be, darling. He would be.”
Alex was immediately suspicious. “Why? What’s going on?”
“We’ll head back to Treize’s penthouse and figure things out there. Come, Ralph. You’re dragging us down,” she then commanded, looking back at him. Ralph muttered a reply, hunching his shoulders as he took a couple of quick steps to take up their immediate rear. Alex looked back at him suspiciously once more.
Ralph merely returned his expression with one of his own, brown eyes flashing with much annoyance that the other man didn’t think too highly of him.
Lifting his nose, Alex ‘harrumphed’ and continued to walk alongside Dorothy as they made the return trip back to Treize Kushrenada’s penthouse, their small mission completed.
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Zechs looked up from his work as they walked in, and Alex quickly put his hand to his mouth, Ralph staring in unabashed disgust. Dorothy lifted her brow as she removed her gloves and beret.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Zechs asked them, staring almost lovingly at the corpse before him. “Who knew that so much art existed deep within the disgusting meat of a human being? All these colors, all these scents, all these precious, mechanical things that keep us alive...I am still in awe of it all.”
“What the fuck...?” Alex trailed off, staring down at the opened body before the long haired man, unable to believe what he was seeing.
“I need these...to know what a human body is capable of,” Zechs murmured in explanation, rising from the plastic that protected Treize’s carpet. “I have grown fascinated with anatomy ever since I’ve learned what I could do with my mutant abilities...”
Dorothy turned to face the other two, tittering behind one hand. “Zechs is Treize’s most favorite torturer. You should really see his work, one day. You won’t be disappointed. He can make a man scream for hours...simply gorgeous...”
Alex stared at her in disgust as Ralph discreetly covered his nose as the smells of the open body assailed them.
Zechs turned away from the corpse he’d finished opening, and smoothly walked away. The man was dressed in a form-fitting dress shirt and slacks, with a simple smock fitted against the front of his frame. His sleeves were rolled up, and latex gloves had been rolled into place. He looked like an elegant butcher straight out of a fairy-tale story.
Moments later, Treize walked into the room, yawning delicately as he followed Zechs. Once seeing the corpse, he made a face. “Can’t you keep your toys out of my living area?” he asked tiredly.
“Sir,” Zechs purred as he knelt down next to the corpse, and lifted up a scalpel.
Treize turned to the other three, and gestured at them to follow him. With one last glance, Alex followed the others into the dining area, where more photos littered the dining room table.
“I have made my objectives clear, lady and gentlemen,” Treize announced, gesturing at the print-outs and pictures. Ralph picked up those closest to him, and studied them. Alex toyed with a single photograph, eyeing the auburn-haired man with a half frown. “These five young men are very valuable to me. They each possess powers that are very useful in our line of work, but the thing is...they oppose us rather than share our views. In which the strong should survive...and the weak should be eliminated. They are our adversaries, and will always be...unless they are stopped. Here...these print-outs are our most recent investigation into their inner workings...”
The three picked up the print-outs, scanning over individual statistics and comments as Trieze plucked a single photograph from the bunch and eyed it decidedly.
“A couple of them could prove quite useful...I enjoy the thought of teleportation and necromancing...such wonders can alight from those two talents. While I admire strength, speed, and mere shapeshifting, changing the minds of others based on emotions sounds quite fascinating. I could use that.”
“How did you get all this information?” Alex asked curiously. “Do you have a spy working there?”
“Yes, actually. Note the comments on those two particular mutants...they haven’t been there long enough for their minds to be manipulated. I’m sure, once pointed in the right direction, they will have no problem with realizing our ideals...”
“Right...” Alex trailed off, frowning. “And our involvement?”
“Well...of course...to separate them from the general masses. Much as I would like their powers honed and trained, I’m sure with more appropriate guidance, they can have their talents worked by us. By you.”
“Most fascinating, my lord,” Dorothy murmured, settling on a recent picture of Heero. She blushed, putting the photo down. “And the others?”
“We’ll make sure they’re put away...they are too far set in stone in their ideals. They’ll never submit,” Treize answered, frowning. “I wouldn’t want the trouble of their interference.”
“Of course, once they realize what your plans are, sir, they could possibly just eliminate them both,” Ralph piped up, shrugging. “I would.”
“Of course, you would. That’s why I recruited you. Your own ruthlessness and conscious judgement is far more superior than my other...ah, workers.”
Alex detected an insult directed at him from the smooth man’s lips, but he chose to ignore it as he examined the photo he held once more. “So...we’re just to take these two away from the others. And...do what?”
“We’ll work on that, Alex, thank you. We just need your help in obtaining them.”
“It can’t be that hard,” he scoffed, chucking the photo aside. “That’s why you recruited Mueller. To take away their powers.”
Treize raised both eyebrows mockingly, frowning at him. “Appearances can be deceiving, sir. Even without their powers, I’m sure the more experienced trio will make it hard for you to obtain such an ‘easy’ goal. Once alerted to our plans, they’ll do what it takes to keep us from taking them. They’ll probably even go through with what Ralph suggested...”
“Then we get all sneaky about it! It can’t be that hard!” Alex snorted.
“But we don’t know that, darling,” Dorothy said with a frown.
“You can even sneak in there and draw the bastards out!” Alex exclaimed, gesturing at her. “You’ve got the power...and what the hell can he do?”
“The empathic one can probably detect Dorothy’s change,” Treize pointed out. “He’ll alert the others.”
“Then–fuck! When they’re out at their little gym thing, we’ll get ‘em there. Or storm the house. You got the lay-out right here. And your spy person can help us out. C’mon. This is an easy mil.”
“We’ll see about that,” Treize said on a sigh, shaking his head as he shuffled away from the table. “I trust you all to your judgement regarding this situation.”
“Is there a deadline?” Ralph asked. “Because if so, I would like some time to stake them out. Get to know their schedules, and their relationships. Perhaps we can use them against each other. I know two of them don’t get along.”
“Using your psychology major, Curt?”
“I...don’t have one, sir. But...in the welfare of your plan, it could help to stir some mistrust and wariness in their ranks. Even if they aren’t very close, they could work with each other based on team-work. Mutants working together are actually pretty deadly together. They could overwhelm us before we even get close.”
“Then I suggest that you all do what it takes. If you want time to look things over, then be my guest. Work among yourselves to find out a suitable plan and strategy in obtaining my goals. I will talk with you later. I have a man dissecting another in my living room.”
At Treize’s absence, Alex snorted again, looking at the other two. He eyed Ralph.
“You have experience in this sort of thing, man?” He asked curiously.
“I worked as a merc overseas. And I performed a few assassinations and kidnapings...so, yeah. I’d like to think that I am qualified for this position,” Ralph answered honestly.
“Great. We have a regular G.I. Joe.”
“I doubt you can work over a better plan than mine. Do you have any idea what you can do to get to those two guys? They don’t look like much, but if Treize is interested in them, then they must have powers that might stop us before we get close.”
“You’re asking my opinion? Talk to Mueller. He’s the one that takes away people’s powers.”
“But if he takes away our powers...then how’s that going to help us?” Ralph questioned, frowning at him. “We haven’t had enough time to train together as a team. We’re basically touch and go. We don’t have any strategies or set coordinations. We’re stumbling blind into this project. We’ll be the ones that fail.”
“Then what do you suggest?” Alex ground out, looking irritated at Ralph’s attitude, and for the fact that he was actually pretty good.
“I suggest that we stake them out.”
“But we’ve already done that,” Dorothy complained, finally finding her voice after listening to them both.
“But not long enough to discover their relationships to each other. Even if there is a little discord in them all, we could use that against them. To make them weak. Weak enough so that their ranks fall apart when they work together. It’s typical infiltration and surveillance. Plus, it’ll give me an idea of how good they are with using their powers. Individually and as a group,” Ralph added, rubbing his chin.
“Fine. Whatever. Just...let me know. I’ve got stuff to do,” Alex muttered, turning away from them and walking off.
Ralph looked over at Dorothy with a slight frown. “Prick.”
“Yes. One gets used to it. He’s just miffed that Zechs chose someone else over him.”
“He’s...?”
“Yes. but his other personality prefers women.”
“...‘Other personality’?”
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 Nine:
Here I Am, This Is Me
“One, two...four, five,” Alex muttered as they watched the group walk away from the Hangar, heading down the street. “That’s all of them. Now, what?”
“We follow. Maybe they’ll have an orgy,” Dorothy suggested, walking in the same direction as the boys.
“Disgusting,” Mueller muttered, shaking his head from side to side. “This is all we’re doing? Following them? And then what? We make sure their moms greet them at the door when they return home? This is fucking stupid.”
“I’d have expected that comment from Alex, dear, not from you.”
“He’s getting antsy,” Alex interrupted, annoyed. “It’s about time for him to feed.”
“Isn’t it odd that you’re one body, yet two separate minds and personalities?” Dorothy wondered aloud, sneaking a look at him.
“Don’t you think I’ve been wondering that on my own?” Alex growled at her, glaring darkly at her smiling face. “All he does is give me trouble! Whining and crying about being hungry all the fucking time...really, I have no need for that type of bullshit. I wasn’t the one that started killing people! I wasn’t the one that began feeding off fucking hobos for their stinky ass blood...”
“Multiple personalities are created when the base experiences massive psychological trauma...what sort of trauma were you involved in, Alex?” Dorothy asked with interest, focusing her light blue eyes on him.
He glared at her, shoulders hunched tightly as he took steps ahead of her. She smirked, slowing her steps as she followed him. Really...what an interesting question...
The diner wasn’t crowded, but the tables were taken by those roaming the night. They took a booth near the back, with Trowa pulling up a chair from a nearby table to sit at the head.
Duo eagerly leaned against Wufei’s shoulder, urging him to read what was available. Embarrassed by Duo’s actions and eagerness, Wufei felt his face flushing. He glanced at his brothers, seeing that they weren’t even paying attention to them. Trowa was busy glaring at Heero, who was preoccupied with his own menu, and Quatre was staring at his utensils with a faraway expression on his face. Sighing, Wufei began reading off what sounded good, and the waitress came over to get their order for drinks.
After choices were made regarding food, Wufei looked at Heero, nudging his foot underneath the table.
“Tomorrow, we should hit the streets,” he said quietly. “We’ve been slacking off the past few days.”
“We really have no leads,” Heero muttered in irritation. “No other reports have made the desk.”
“But that doesn’t mean this person is gone. He or she could just be resting up, or on vacation, like the other one.”
“Have you guys ever caught the person you’re looking for?” Duo asked curiously.
“Plenty of times. It may take awhile, but we get them,” Wufei answered, sipping at his coffee. The urge to drink it had struck him when Duo had ordered a milkshake. “Sometimes, a mission turns difficult. This is one of those moments.”
“What about Treize’s people? I mean...do you know what they look like?”
“No. We just know he employs them. But they’re very powerful. I heard one was an illusionist.”
“I think we should use bait,” Heero interrupted, looking at Duo. Duo gave him a stricken look, and hunched his shoulders. With a half sneer, Heero continued with, “After all, he did want you.”
“I don’t wanna be bait...”
“We may have to consider that, Duo,” Wufei said with a frown directed at Heero. He looked over at Quatre as well. “We may have to use you as well, Quatre.”
At the blond’s indifferent shrug, Wufei made a face and sipped again. “Considering that this mutant had a taste of them, he’d probably want to come back.”
“But how do you know he’d even recognize us?” Duo asked on a sigh, hunching his shoulders. “I mean, we kinda don’t look the same.”
“True...but the fact that the pair of you have strong powers will lure him. He’s only struck the more powerful mutants.”
“How would you know? If they were dead?”
“Trowa’s sense of smell,” Heero answered with a sneer in the subject’s direction. “The rat can tell.”
“How?”
“Actually, Duo, some of these mutants are registered,” Wufei replied in irritation, kicking Heero. “From those reports, we are able to tell.”
“Oh...” Duo fiddled with his straw, frowning with uncomfortable worry as he wondered about mutant registration. There had been times at the shelter when the homeless were forced to register their powers, entering them into a system that made it easy for the government to track them down. He’d managed to escape that worry, but it was a constant headache at the back of his mind. Some of those registered mutants sometimes ‘disappeared’, and everyone had no doubt that it was because of the registration that had that person missing.
Quatre suddenly cleared his throat, and murmured something to Heero, who looked up sharply. He frowned, then rose from the bench, allowing the blond to leave. Heero resumed his seat, and Wufei frowned over at him, fiddling with his cup.
“So? Heero? Was he good?” Trowa asked casually, leaning over the table. “I could smell you all over him.”
“Heero!” Wufei exclaimed, turning red. “You and he weren’t–! In the control room–were you?”
“Oh, they didn’t go all the way, Wufei, don’t worry,” Trowa chuckled. “It wasn’t that smell.”
“You can tell what smell it was?” Duo asked with interest.
“He’s confusing himself with what he smells after fucking some animals,” Heero muttered, and Trowa flung his spoon in his direction.
“Tro? You score with the animals?” Duo shrieked, slapping the table.
“I’m going to kill you both–!”
“No one’s killing anyone until after we eat!” Wufei roared, catching their attention. As well as everyone else’s. As everyone resumed their own conversations, Wufei frowned at Heero, reaching across the table to slap him upside the head. “‘No’ means no!”
“He doesn’t refuse me.”
“He’s probably scared! Have you ever considered that? That he’s afraid to refuse you because you’ll hurt him?”
“I wouldn’t hurt him because he refused,” Heero muttered, scowling as he fiddled with his own utensils.
“So, Heero, you and he have done it? Man, you guys work fast!” Duo said in amazement, blinking. “Aren’t you afraid he’ll break? Do you ever consider that? I mean, you’re superhuman, and he ain’t. Wouldn’t you have to hold yourself back? Is it hard to do that? Can you–?”
“Horny little shit. Shut up for once!” Trowa growled, kicking his foot underneath the table.
Duo yelped and held his shin while Wufei bopped Trowa across the head. Amidst the fighting, Heero sighed uneasily, leaning against the table and looking in the direction of the bathroom. He rose from the table, ignoring the jeers directed at him as he headed that way. When he walked in, voices immediately hushed, and attention was drawn to him.
His eyes narrowed as two of the men looked at him with indifference, moving away from a closed stall door. Since Quatre wasn’t in sight, Heero supposed that he was either in that stall, or...wasn’t here at all. He glanced at the two men that were entirely too suspicious, then walked over to the urinal. The men kept silent for a few moments as he prepared to use the urinal. He heard them shift, and wood pound upon wood as one of the men jiggled the door and demanded an apology. He glanced over at them from over his shoulder, seeing that the two were determined to get some sort of apology from the person inside. Without really have to dwell on it, he knew that it was Quatre they were hounding.
He finished up, and moved to clean his hands. But instead of moving toward the sink, he grabbed the man that was doing the shouting, and dragged him over to the urinal while his friend looked over at them in confusion. Plunging the man’s face into the liquid waste sitting atop the urinal, Heero held his head down for a few moments, delighting in the easiness of doing so.
The man’s friend suddenly left the bathroom in a flurry of movement. Heero pulled the man’s head back, hearing him sputter and spit, gasping loudly as he rested his hands at the edge of the urinal. He began to dry heave, his face turning green and gray as Heero held his head back.
He flushed the urinal, and jerked the man to his feet. Without another word, he shoved the man out the bathroom, and walked over to the sink to wash his hands. Over the running water, he said, “Why didn’t you use your powers to get them to leave you alone?”
“I don’t want to use them,” came the sullen reply.
“You’re a mutant–you might as well as accept it. Use it to your advantage.”
“It lowers me to their level.”
Heero shut the water off, and dried his hands, glancing at the door. “You were given that gene for a reason. You can’t just not use them. Used in the correct way, they could be beneficial.”
“...You wouldn’t understand.”
Without warning, Heero kicked the closed door open, Quatre jumping as he pressed himself further against the corner of the stall. Staring at him in silence, Heero heard Wufei’s words echoing through his thoughts, and he narrowed his eyes with reckoning.
“You would refuse me, right?” he asked, feeling odd for saying that.
Quatre’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion, and he glanced away. “For...what?”
“Are you afraid of me?” When there was no answer, just a sullen glance in his general direction, Heero frowned, feeling oddly concerned. “Quatre? Are you?”
“I...I’m afraid of everybody.”
At the quietly given admission, Heero stared at him in silence, hearing the sounds of the diner just outside the bathroom door. He let his hands hang in limp fists at his sides as he considered this admittance. He didn’t know the guy very well–Quatre never talked about himself, nor volunteered anything, so when the others found out information about him, it was usually forced or by some sort of accident. Heero looked at him once more, noting the downcast face and the hunched shoulders. As he stood there, he realized he couldn’t imagine seeing the guy in any other way.
With a gruff clearing of his throat, his hands found their way into his pockets. “You can say ‘no’. I can respect boundaries.”
He looked up in time to catch a minute flash of worry. He started to say something when Quatre asked, “Did I disappoint you? I promise to do better next time. I’m sorry for–”
“No,” Heero interrupted, feeling puzzled at the rush of words. “If you don’t want me to...you can just say ‘no’. I’m...I’d never given thought that you may be–too afraid to refuse me. It doesn’t mean that I am rejecting you.”
“...I don’t understand.”
Heero gave him an expression of amazement, blinking repeatedly. “What’s so hard about it? You have a choice.”
“But you won’t like me anymore.”
Heero fell silent as he stared incredulously at him, unsure of what to say or do. He stared around himself, then nudged the open door with his boot. His mind befuddled with his confusion over Quatre’s insecurity, he turned and walked out from the bathroom, feeling somewhat dazed from the conversation.
How hard was it to understand? What was so difficult about it? He was beginning to wonder what in the hell he was delving into as he made his way back to the booth. Their food had been served, and the others were digging in as if they hadn’t eaten in weeks. At the smell of his own dish, Heero sank into his seat and began to eat.
Wufei glanced up from his soup. “Was that your doing, earlier?”
“What?”
“A couple of men ran out from the bathroom. One of them smelled suspiciously like piss.”
Heero shrugged as he bit into his sandwich. “I didn’t like his face.”
Duo guffawed loudly, effectively spraying him with cheeseburger bits. “That’s awesome, man. That’s something fuckin’ Arnold or Vin Diesel might say. That’s so awesome.”
“Hopefully, there was a point to all of it,” Wufei murmured as he slurped on his soup. “Where’s Quatre?”
Heero shrugged, avoiding eye contact as he glanced over at the blond’s plate. “We’ll just grab a take-out box.”
“He isn’t eating? Why? Is he sick?” Duo asked between mouthfuls.
“Pass me the ketchup. Trowa, get your stupid hands off my food.”
“Or what, Yuy? You’ll break ‘em? Oh, ho, ho, I’ve heard that one before.”
Wufei sighed tiredly, then glanced up as Quatre walked over. Heero let him slide into the booth, but he didn’t bother touching his food. Wufei studied him for several moments, pausing in the action of dipping his bread into the juice of his soup.
“Are you not hungry?”
At the silent shake of his head, Wufei nodded and glared over at Heero, who noticed the expression, frowning at him. Duo reached over to snatch a fry from the blond’s plate, chewing enthusiastically.
“C’mon, man! They’re great! If you don’t want it, I’ll eat it.”
“Hey, did you guys watch the game last night?” Trowa asked from out of the blue, looking from one face to the other. “Don’t the Grizzlies suck, or what?”
Wufei gave him a surprised stare, then rolled his eyes. “That was random.”
“What time is it? I’m sleepy.”
“Nearly one thirty. We’re going to sleep all day tomorrow. That night, we’re going out.”
“On a date?” Duo cried excitedly, even though he knew the real reason.
“Idiot.”
“Come with us, Quatre,” Wufei then said, looking across the table. “We can use your empathic abilities. More than likely, you remember what that man was feeling as he, er, hunted, right?”
“Aw, man, he can’t do it,” Trowa muttered. “We’d be spending all that time watching out for his stink ass because people want to beat him up. I don’t want to baby-sit.”
“Shut up, Trowa,” Duo ordered, hurling a fry in his direction. “We spend most of our time telling you ‘no’.”
“All the time, no, no, no!” Wufei chimed in with irritation. “NO, Trowa! Don’t do that! Trowa, NO! Don’t bite that girl! TROWA! NO! Stop peeing on that bush! And that’s all in human form!”
“I’m a gas, aren’t I?” Trowa laughed mockingly.
“But we can really use you out there,” Wufei continued, looking over at Quatre. “That way, your hours will be logged in with us.”
“...Fine.”
Heero glanced over at him from the corner of his eye, noting the indifferent expression on his pale face. Frowning, he returned his focus to his food, and finished without really tasting anything.
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When they finally made their way outside, Wufei went to hail a cab, the others milling on the sidewalk. It was starting to snow again, so Duo opened his mouth wide and tried to catch snowflakes on his tongue. Heero glanced over at Quatre, and then at Trowa as the banged boy strolled casually over to the blond, grinning maniacally at Heero as he mimicked rutting motions against the boy’s stiff frame. Heero frowned at him, feeling his face crinkle into a death glare when the taxi pulled up.
As they climbed in, Wufei settled into the front seat while the others crammed themselves into the back. The ride toward home was slow going, and each male was lost in their own thoughts as the night life of New York City flashed past them.
Arriving at home, they agreed to stay up for the rest of the night, to sleep during the rest of the day. Duo and Wufei busied themselves in the living room with video games, Trowa went upstairs to bug his sister and her lover, and Quatre quietly asked Heero to come with him down to the basement, so they could talk.
Once down there, through, Heero felt a little wary as he looked over the blond, noting the somewhat determined set of his lips. He wasn’t sure what to say as he studied the large room, as if seeing it for the first time. Quatre took off his jacket and scarf, keeping his eyes on him the entire time. Unsure of what the blond wanted to talk about, Heero leaned against the table, crossing his arms in front of him as he waited.
Quatre then crossed the space between them, his eyes set firmly on Heero’s, and the Asian was shocked when the blond kissed him.
It was clumsy and inexperienced, obviously desperate, and Heero was paralyzed for a few moments as he realized this. He could only stand there with a bewildered expression on his face, but when he suddenly began feeling that slow, hot burn of lust pulling through his body, he found himself unable to think anymore.
He lowered his arms to pull the blond closer to him, his kiss just as inexperienced and clumsy.
Hungrily, he plundered his mouth, his tongue taking selfish claim. He could tell Quatre didn’t want to be kissed; it was obvious in the stiff hold of his head, and from the way his mouth opened with slack response, not even bothering to reciprocate what was being given. Ignoring these subtle hints, Heero let his hormones take over, giving no thought to Quatre’s own comforts. It was as if he were very blind and deaf to these signs, his selfish body taking over reason. Besides that, Quatre hadn’t said ‘no’, and had instigated this...
Between them, he could feel Quatre’s hands working at his button and zipper, and he allowed this to happen, pulling his hips back so that these things could be manipulated. The blond shifted away from his mouth, lowering his head to concentrate on pulling his jeans and underwear down. Heero stepped back, watching this process with a sort of curious air, feeling his flesh automatically respond to this action.
When Quatre shifted aside two of the chairs that were pulled against the table, Heero felt his brow pull as he wondered what was going to happen next. Glancing down at himself, noting the half-hardened response, he reached for his rigid flesh and let his fingers dance against the length.
He lifted his eyes once he heard the sound of another zipper being manipulated, and watched blankly as Quatre removed his own jeans and underwear, stepping out of them with a sort of indifferent air. He left his socks and shoes on, and Heero barely had time to note how toned those pale columns were when the blond reached for him, manipulating his length with his own touch.
Staring up into Heero’s face, Quatre used his hand to encourage the stiffness of Heero’s penis, then lifted a hand, working up spit. Spitting the moisture into his palm, he coated what he could along the tense length, and pulled Heero toward him as he edged toward the table. Realizing what was going on, feeling excitement and need race through his blood, Heero moved forward with an eager noise. Pressing his erection against one pale thigh as Quatre turned around and bent over the table, Heero pressed both palms onto the table, and let his mouth move over what he could find over the collar of his shirt. He could feel Quatre reaching for him, guiding his penis against the entrance of his body.
Taking control of the situation, eager to experience this more grand finale of body exploration, Heero brushed aside his hand, and roughly separated pale ass cheeks to see where he was going. Without much thought to comfort and standard procedure, he pushed the blunt head of his penis into the dark rosebud pucker, hearing the blond give a strangled cry, his entire body stiffening. The effect on Heero’s cock was more than pleasurable, causing the mutant to give a low moan as he found himself pushing further into the boy’s body. He heard the boy give another cry, his body tightening and pulling, as if trying to get out of his grip. He instead laid himself flat on the table, fingers curling into the surface as Heero pushed in all the way with a heavy exhale.
Being held in this most intimate manner, his body connected to another, had his blood racing and broiling with the effects of sex. Heero felt as though he’d entered another level, his body’s reaction to this new thing making his breath heavy. He bent over the heaving body beneath him, hearing Quatre’s heart pounding fiercely. He could hear agitated grunts and muffled whimpers coming from him, and could feel the way his entire body trembled. Even the muscles that held Heero’s cock so sweetly were trembling, making it hard for Heero to stand. He gripped pale white hips with both hands, his fingers digging into his skin as he tried moving himself. He heard Quatre give a muffled cry, his whole body tensing once more as the drag caused by the dryness of the action caused him great amounts of pain.
Heero felt nothing of it; he just felt hot heat and clenching tightness, and it was simply wondrous and heavenly. His head fell forward as he pulled out slightly, then worked his way back in. It was rapidly growing uncomfortable for him, this dryness, and for the fact that his virgin newness to the situation was preparing him for an orgasm despite the discomfort.
When he pushed back in, using his hips and legs to do so, hearing Quatre give a muffled scream, he felt the impending climax tear through his body. He palmed the table as his hips jerked forward, flesh slapping against flesh as his cock jerked and pumped rhythmically with the spilling of his semen. His body rippled with the aftereffect as he felt himself expand with the action, depleted of energy. Closing his eyes, he leaned over the quivering frame beneath him, hearing his own heartbeat slam repeatedly throughout his head. He hadn’t worked up a sweat, but the effect had still been the same. He had practically thrust a maximum of three times, but...when he had, he’d finally understood why sex was so revered.
He exhaled deeply against the blond’s neck, his senses coming back to him. With their return, he blinked dazedly, glancing around the conference room. He was sure no one heard them–the room was sound proof. But the fact that someone could have come in at any moment...it had added a sense of naughtiness that made it even more so.
He looked down at the bowed blond head before him, then shifted his eyes to the tightly clenched fists that were bunched up before him. Wufei’s words came back to him, rather belatedly. In the heat of the moment, he hadn’t considered anything else but his own selfish needs.
He glanced down at their joined bodies, and started to pull out. His cock was sensitive due to the orgasm, and he winced as the drag and clench of Quatre’s body caused torturous tingles throughout his entire system. But when he fully withdrew, he was more than startled to see blood mixed with his seed decorating his flesh. Another glance told him that Quatre’s body, more vulnerable than his due to its lack of superhuman strength, had torn.
The blond straightened, though, with a dogged grimace. He turned around, gripping the table with one hand. In self-conscious blunder, Heero stood stoically in place as the boy groped the floor for his clothes, and began to dress himself, with no other words or expression. After he’d finished dressing, he made his way toward the stairway, his movements stiff and obviously painful. Heero stared after him, then dropped his stunned attention to the floor.
Feeling his face heat with utmost shame and quiet degradation, he bent and picked up his own clothes, dressing hastily. He made sure that there wasn’t a mess, but when he located a mixture of semen and blood, he used the bottom of his shoe to wipe that away. It resembled nothing more than a smeared stain that looked questionably like Kool-Aid when he hurried out of the basement. His body felt oddly sated and depleted of tension and fatigue. He felt impossibly energized and light as he headed into the living room to see what the others were doing.
Wufei was reading a book while Duo was challenging Trowa to a game of Soul Caliber, and Heero took the love seat to watch them play.
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Grumbling underneath his breath at the ringing doorbell, Ralph Curt moved away from his kitchen stove to answer the door that next morning. Shoving his hair out of his face, he jerked open the locks and the door, revealing a man and a woman standing right outside. The woman made his entire frame stiffen, and his face to harden with much reluctance.
Dorothy swept right in, earning her a glare as he then looked back at the man, who was frowning at him. Figuring that they had nothing but trouble to give him, he indicated with a nod of his head for the man to enter, and he shut the door firmly behind him.
“Mm, smells delicious!” Dorothy exclaimed from the kitchen, while the man gave the one bedroom apartment a disgusted glance. Alex stuffed his hands into his Gucci trench as to keep himself from being contaminated lest he touch anything.
“What is it, Catalonia? You didn’t come here to socialize,” Ralph grumbled, wiping his hands on his jeans as he walked back into the kitchen. Alex looked over this man, who was nothing more than an average looking male. He stood tall at six foot two, but was built in a wiry way. He was dressed in a turtleneck underneath a long sleeve shirt and dark blue jeans, and wore socks and house shoes. His dark hair flopped carelessly around his strong features, brushed idly aside when several strands hung in his face.
Fortunately, Alex was drawn to lighter coloring. Ralph looked as low as a common minimum-wage worker than anything of attractiveness.
“No pleasantries? Would you not wish to inquire about my health and how I am doing?” Dorothy asked with a gentle laugh, sweeping her manicured fingers through her blond hair.
“No.”
Dorothy sighed, shoulders slumping briefly before she straightened and faced him. “Mr. Kushrehnada would love to speak with you.”
With a disgusted expression, Ralph tossed aside his towel. “What does he want?”
“He wants you to meet with him.”
“I’ll be ready in five minutes,” Ralph muttered as he turned off the stove. He then walked out from the kitchen and maneuvered his way into the bedroom.
Alex looked at Dorothy with a frown. “What’s this about?”
“Ralph Curt is one of Treize’s workers,” she said, her hand disappearing briefly into her pocket and holding up the scrap of paper that Treize had given her. Alex hadn’t noticed that they’d held a private conference. He wondered what the man was up to, recruiting more mutants. “He’s reliable, has powers that has one marveling in admiration, and will do well against our adversaries. His experience and knowledge has him working as one of Treize’s most trusted mutants.”
Alex gave her a steely stare. “What is this guy’s role in this whole thing?”
“You’ll see.”
“What does he possess?”
“Did you see what he was wearing?”
Alex blinked at the off-hand question, then frowned. Recalling that Ralph had been wearing a long sleeved shirt and jeans, he tried to imagine him with scales or any other telltale mutant flaw. He scowled down at the blond woman. “So?”
Dorothy smiled at him, deigning to answer.
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“Yes?”
“Is Middie Une here? I attend school with her, and I need to question her about a homework assignment we both share,” Dorothy said, smiling at the woman with the coarse hair, her tired expression displaying her exhaustion.
The small apartment in Greenwich Village displayed numerous pieces of failed art, along with a musty, troublesome smell. With a nod, the woman opened the door, allowing Dorothy to walk in. Dorothy stared at the small effects of the apartment as the woman called for her daughter, walking off with an almost stoned manner.
A girl, her coarse blond hair framing her strong face, came out from the back bedroom, pausing once she saw Dorothy standing there. Her strong eyebrows pulled into a frown, and Dorothy smiled at her, lifting her eyebrows with a caustic expression.
The girl, a senior in a private nearby academy, frowned at her.
“We’ll be requiring your presence at Mr. Kushrehnada’s, around ten,” Dorothy said, folding her hands before her.
“It’s that important, huh?” the girl asked, her tone low and seething.
Her green eyes were narrowed with suspicion, and Dorothy felt unsettled as they peered with much intensity at her own blue ones. The girl always unsettled her–it had to do with her mutant abilities, something Treize was convinced would be very valuable when it came to working out his plan.
Dorothy nodded, bobbing her head once.
“Fine. I’ll be there when I get there. Same address?”
“Of course.”
The girl, Middie, nodded and turned, walking away. Dorothy let out a small sigh, turning and letting herself out of the apartment. Walking out from the hallway, she met with Alex and Ralph, both of whom were glaring at each other. She smiled at both, nodding.
“We’ll be seeing our little darling at ten,” she said, leading the way from the building.
“You say she’s only 17?” Alex asked, walking after her, Ralph taking up the tail.
“Yes, but her powers far exceed those eldest of her.”
“How’d Treize meet this one?” Alex asked, sarcasm heavy in his tone.
Dorothy chuckled. “She came to us, Alex, honey.”
Alex gave a cautious expression to the man behind him, who was bundled up in a warm jacket, gloves, scarf and athletic beanie. Dorothy had warned him to never touch Ralph, and still hadn’t explained why. Alex wasn’t about to try it out on his own, and he didn’t like the guy, simply because their natures crossed and it was human nature to dislike without even knowing why.
He looked back at Dorothy, frowning. “How many people are we recruiting?”
“We’re done, dear. Why? Is Mueller wanting to feed again?”
“Actually, he’s been pretty content.”
Dorothy smiled secretively. “He would be, darling. He would be.”
Alex was immediately suspicious. “Why? What’s going on?”
“We’ll head back to Treize’s penthouse and figure things out there. Come, Ralph. You’re dragging us down,” she then commanded, looking back at him. Ralph muttered a reply, hunching his shoulders as he took a couple of quick steps to take up their immediate rear. Alex looked back at him suspiciously once more.
Ralph merely returned his expression with one of his own, brown eyes flashing with much annoyance that the other man didn’t think too highly of him.
Lifting his nose, Alex ‘harrumphed’ and continued to walk alongside Dorothy as they made the return trip back to Treize Kushrenada’s penthouse, their small mission completed.
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Zechs looked up from his work as they walked in, and Alex quickly put his hand to his mouth, Ralph staring in unabashed disgust. Dorothy lifted her brow as she removed her gloves and beret.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Zechs asked them, staring almost lovingly at the corpse before him. “Who knew that so much art existed deep within the disgusting meat of a human being? All these colors, all these scents, all these precious, mechanical things that keep us alive...I am still in awe of it all.”
“What the fuck...?” Alex trailed off, staring down at the opened body before the long haired man, unable to believe what he was seeing.
“I need these...to know what a human body is capable of,” Zechs murmured in explanation, rising from the plastic that protected Treize’s carpet. “I have grown fascinated with anatomy ever since I’ve learned what I could do with my mutant abilities...”
Dorothy turned to face the other two, tittering behind one hand. “Zechs is Treize’s most favorite torturer. You should really see his work, one day. You won’t be disappointed. He can make a man scream for hours...simply gorgeous...”
Alex stared at her in disgust as Ralph discreetly covered his nose as the smells of the open body assailed them.
Zechs turned away from the corpse he’d finished opening, and smoothly walked away. The man was dressed in a form-fitting dress shirt and slacks, with a simple smock fitted against the front of his frame. His sleeves were rolled up, and latex gloves had been rolled into place. He looked like an elegant butcher straight out of a fairy-tale story.
Moments later, Treize walked into the room, yawning delicately as he followed Zechs. Once seeing the corpse, he made a face. “Can’t you keep your toys out of my living area?” he asked tiredly.
“Sir,” Zechs purred as he knelt down next to the corpse, and lifted up a scalpel.
Treize turned to the other three, and gestured at them to follow him. With one last glance, Alex followed the others into the dining area, where more photos littered the dining room table.
“I have made my objectives clear, lady and gentlemen,” Treize announced, gesturing at the print-outs and pictures. Ralph picked up those closest to him, and studied them. Alex toyed with a single photograph, eyeing the auburn-haired man with a half frown. “These five young men are very valuable to me. They each possess powers that are very useful in our line of work, but the thing is...they oppose us rather than share our views. In which the strong should survive...and the weak should be eliminated. They are our adversaries, and will always be...unless they are stopped. Here...these print-outs are our most recent investigation into their inner workings...”
The three picked up the print-outs, scanning over individual statistics and comments as Trieze plucked a single photograph from the bunch and eyed it decidedly.
“A couple of them could prove quite useful...I enjoy the thought of teleportation and necromancing...such wonders can alight from those two talents. While I admire strength, speed, and mere shapeshifting, changing the minds of others based on emotions sounds quite fascinating. I could use that.”
“How did you get all this information?” Alex asked curiously. “Do you have a spy working there?”
“Yes, actually. Note the comments on those two particular mutants...they haven’t been there long enough for their minds to be manipulated. I’m sure, once pointed in the right direction, they will have no problem with realizing our ideals...”
“Right...” Alex trailed off, frowning. “And our involvement?”
“Well...of course...to separate them from the general masses. Much as I would like their powers honed and trained, I’m sure with more appropriate guidance, they can have their talents worked by us. By you.”
“Most fascinating, my lord,” Dorothy murmured, settling on a recent picture of Heero. She blushed, putting the photo down. “And the others?”
“We’ll make sure they’re put away...they are too far set in stone in their ideals. They’ll never submit,” Treize answered, frowning. “I wouldn’t want the trouble of their interference.”
“Of course, once they realize what your plans are, sir, they could possibly just eliminate them both,” Ralph piped up, shrugging. “I would.”
“Of course, you would. That’s why I recruited you. Your own ruthlessness and conscious judgement is far more superior than my other...ah, workers.”
Alex detected an insult directed at him from the smooth man’s lips, but he chose to ignore it as he examined the photo he held once more. “So...we’re just to take these two away from the others. And...do what?”
“We’ll work on that, Alex, thank you. We just need your help in obtaining them.”
“It can’t be that hard,” he scoffed, chucking the photo aside. “That’s why you recruited Mueller. To take away their powers.”
Treize raised both eyebrows mockingly, frowning at him. “Appearances can be deceiving, sir. Even without their powers, I’m sure the more experienced trio will make it hard for you to obtain such an ‘easy’ goal. Once alerted to our plans, they’ll do what it takes to keep us from taking them. They’ll probably even go through with what Ralph suggested...”
“Then we get all sneaky about it! It can’t be that hard!” Alex snorted.
“But we don’t know that, darling,” Dorothy said with a frown.
“You can even sneak in there and draw the bastards out!” Alex exclaimed, gesturing at her. “You’ve got the power...and what the hell can he do?”
“The empathic one can probably detect Dorothy’s change,” Treize pointed out. “He’ll alert the others.”
“Then–fuck! When they’re out at their little gym thing, we’ll get ‘em there. Or storm the house. You got the lay-out right here. And your spy person can help us out. C’mon. This is an easy mil.”
“We’ll see about that,” Treize said on a sigh, shaking his head as he shuffled away from the table. “I trust you all to your judgement regarding this situation.”
“Is there a deadline?” Ralph asked. “Because if so, I would like some time to stake them out. Get to know their schedules, and their relationships. Perhaps we can use them against each other. I know two of them don’t get along.”
“Using your psychology major, Curt?”
“I...don’t have one, sir. But...in the welfare of your plan, it could help to stir some mistrust and wariness in their ranks. Even if they aren’t very close, they could work with each other based on team-work. Mutants working together are actually pretty deadly together. They could overwhelm us before we even get close.”
“Then I suggest that you all do what it takes. If you want time to look things over, then be my guest. Work among yourselves to find out a suitable plan and strategy in obtaining my goals. I will talk with you later. I have a man dissecting another in my living room.”
At Treize’s absence, Alex snorted again, looking at the other two. He eyed Ralph.
“You have experience in this sort of thing, man?” He asked curiously.
“I worked as a merc overseas. And I performed a few assassinations and kidnapings...so, yeah. I’d like to think that I am qualified for this position,” Ralph answered honestly.
“Great. We have a regular G.I. Joe.”
“I doubt you can work over a better plan than mine. Do you have any idea what you can do to get to those two guys? They don’t look like much, but if Treize is interested in them, then they must have powers that might stop us before we get close.”
“You’re asking my opinion? Talk to Mueller. He’s the one that takes away people’s powers.”
“But if he takes away our powers...then how’s that going to help us?” Ralph questioned, frowning at him. “We haven’t had enough time to train together as a team. We’re basically touch and go. We don’t have any strategies or set coordinations. We’re stumbling blind into this project. We’ll be the ones that fail.”
“Then what do you suggest?” Alex ground out, looking irritated at Ralph’s attitude, and for the fact that he was actually pretty good.
“I suggest that we stake them out.”
“But we’ve already done that,” Dorothy complained, finally finding her voice after listening to them both.
“But not long enough to discover their relationships to each other. Even if there is a little discord in them all, we could use that against them. To make them weak. Weak enough so that their ranks fall apart when they work together. It’s typical infiltration and surveillance. Plus, it’ll give me an idea of how good they are with using their powers. Individually and as a group,” Ralph added, rubbing his chin.
“Fine. Whatever. Just...let me know. I’ve got stuff to do,” Alex muttered, turning away from them and walking off.
Ralph looked over at Dorothy with a slight frown. “Prick.”
“Yes. One gets used to it. He’s just miffed that Zechs chose someone else over him.”
“He’s...?”
“Yes. but his other personality prefers women.”
“...‘Other personality’?”