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"Evolution"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, yaoi, quasi-dark, genetically engineered
pilots, test tube babies, lab-created Gods, pseudoscience. Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x13, 13xUne Summary: Zayeed Winner, founder of The Human Perfect
Project, makes miracles happen in the laboratory by creating genetically
engineered children. It's only when it's too late that he discovers
playing God can result in catastrophic consequences. " Evolution" Chapter 12: Division
"Come on, Wufei. You can do better than that. Throw me another one." Treize ducked behind the steel partition and watched him through the tiny reinforced glass window. His voice drifted out from behind the shield, somewhat muted. "Concentrate." Wufei tamped down on his wandering mind and doubled his focus. He gathered his conflicted emotions, catching them as they began to spread throughout his body and used what he called his "mental hands" to ball them up into a concentrated sphere. He allowed his anger, frustration, doubt, and confusion to create even more friction and heat up the pocket of kinetic energy. Sweat broke out on his brow as his body temperature spiked to dangerous levels, sparks flitting across his skin, crackling chaotically. He focused the white hot ball of energy into his hands, spinning it between them, then he ticked his arm back and released it like a major league pitcher. The fireball slammed into the metal shield, hitting it hard enough to dent it and charring the shiny surface. He could see Treize's eyes widen through the window and he jumped back away from the wall, surprised at the force. Wufei panted and wiped his damp forehead, suddenly feeling parched. Treize emerged cautiously from behind the wall, nodding his head. "Very good. Excellent." He grinned at pointed at Wufei. "That's what I'm talking about. See what you can do when you put your mind to it?" Wufei shook his head and sat down on a bench that lined the wall behind him. "I don't want to do anymore." He was tired, unusually so and he wasn't sure why. Treize shrugged casually. "You've earned a break." He swiped two bottles of water off a long table and walked over, handing one to Wufei who took it gratefully. He spun the cap off and tipped the bottle back, downing nearly the entire thing in one breath. Treize nudged him with an elbow and took a dainty sip of his own. "You're thirsty." Wufei wiped a few drops of spilled water from his lips with his sleeve. "You would be too if you used up that much energy in one go." "I'm impressed with your progress, though I couldn't help but notice you seem distracted." Wufei lifted his shoulders in a half-hearted shrug. "S'nothing." "It doesn't seem like nothing." He fiddled with the empty bottle in his hands, not knowing where to start. So many questions, but too much hesitation. "How do you - how do you feel? About me, I mean." Treize tipped his head back, a long-winded sigh whistling past his lips. "That's a loaded question." Wufei tried for nonchalant. "Is it? I think it's pretty reasonable considering we're sleeping together." Treize tilted his head towards him. His eyes were unreadable. It was something Wufei hated and he wished he had more of Quatre's, or even Trowa's ability to read people. "I think you're attractive. Very attractive, I must say. I like you. You're a decent kid." He turned away with a shrug and sipped his water. Wufei swallowed down his disappointment with some effort. He didn't know what he was expecting. A declaration of love? It seemed a little ridiculous now. He stared down at the bottle, the plastic denting in his hands. "Is that it?" Treize stretched his legs out and crossed his ankles. "You realize I'm a married man who's having an affair with a seventeen year old." "Yes, of course I realize that. I just thought...maybe..." "That I might be in love with you?" Now it really did sound ridiculous and Wufei kicked himself for acting like an adolescent school girl with a crush. He grudgingly admitted his brothers were right. And it hurt. "I was...I don't know what I thought." He glanced up, trying to keep his pain out of his expression. "You love your wife." Treize snorted. "I didn't say that, either." That surprised him and he paused, his mouth gaping a little. He'd simply assumed since Treize didn't love him, that it must be because he loved his wife. He remembered Quatre's words, He's not capable of the love you crave. If Treize didn't love him, didn't love his wife, who did he love? Heero's voice came back to him and he shifted uneasily. He loves himself. Treize is the only person Treize is capable of loving. Textbook narcissistic sociopath. That had been Trowa's impression of the Senator. He spun the bottle between nervous hands. His brothers had all seen it. Why hadn't he? Because you were feeling left out and you wanted a love of your own. Treize saw that and he used it to his advantage. That's what men like him do. You are smart enough to know this, but you didn't want to believe it. He cringed when Treize rested a hand on his shoulder. "Everything alright, my Dragon? You look a little green." Wufei wrenched his shoulder away and stood up abruptly. "Don't touch me. And do not call me that." Treize rose to his feet in a calm, graceful movement and towered over Wufei. He gazed down the elegant slope of his nose, his eyes icy. "I'd like to remind you who exactly you are dealing with." "Oh, I know who I'm dealing with. Now I do. I didn't want to believe it because I -" He paused that train of thought and redirected it. "I was blind to it. I didn't want to admit what kind of man you really are." He shook his head, scoffing, more at himself than Treize. "My brothers were right." "Ah, yes. Your brothers. The ones who paired off with each other and left you high and dry." "They didn't - that's not -" "That's not what they did? Are you sure?" Wufei looked down at his shoes. "It's not their fault. They can't help who they fall in love with." And neither can I, he thought. Treize grunted. "I couldn't help but notice that you have been at odds with your brothers." He bit his lip and picked at his nails. "It's...just a difference of opinion. It's no big deal." "And what difference of opinion would that be?" Wufei glared up at him. "I think you already know." Treize stepped closer. Wufei wanted to retreat, to walk away, but he found his feet glued to the floor. He couldn't move and his heart gave a violent flutter when an elegant hand grasped his chin and tilted his head up. God help me. I love this man. I know what he is, but I still love him. His breath caught in his throat when Treize lowered his head, brushing lips that were cool and moist from the water across his own. "Do you really think your brothers are going to be there for you? Do you really think they care what happens to you now that they have each other?" Wufei wanted to protest, to argue. Of course they did! They were his brothers. They wouldn't abandon him. So then why did Treize sound so...sure? Why was his voice so soothing? Hypnotic? Why did his lips feel so good against his own? Why was his breath so sweet? Why did his touch make him melt? His eyelids fluttered, succumbing to the erotic spell, the love that swelled and broke his heart in equal measure. "They...they care...they do..." Treize's tongue dipped into his open mouth. "Do they really?" He shook his head gently, a soft whisper of a laugh on his lips. "No. They will abandon you the first chance they get. They don't need you anymore. I'm all you have now. I'm the one that can make you breathless, make you scream in pleasure. I'm the one that's here for you..." Tears slipped down over Wufei's temples as Treize's mouth closed over his own. His mind floated on an endless sea of despair, lust, and an all-encompassing love. His brothers didn't love him. They were trying to keep him from having love. They didn't want him to experience the heart-wrenching sensations of belonging to something, someone. They didn't want him to be happy. His arms came up of their own volition and circled around the Senator's neck. The kiss deepened and he moaned as their tongues slid together. He raised his arms into the air to let Treize pull his shirt over his head and whimpered with his right nipple was sucked into a hot mouth. Skilled fingers drew the ties that kept his pants up and he sighed when the garment dropped down to his feet. He allowed it when Treize lowered him to the floor and covered him with his body, his legs opening and wrapping around the Senator's waist. "Fuck me," he whispered. "Fuck me, Treize." He shivered as he was fingered open and threw his head back in ecstasy when Treize's lubed cock split him open in the most exquisite way. He rocked with the Senator's thrusts, keening with pleasure, overwhelmed with love and he came with an emphatic shout when a deft hand closed over his erection. He lay in languid supplication, moaning softly as Treize continued to fuck him to his own completion. The afterglow was both beautiful and painful. Treize kissed his trembling abdomen, softly, reverently, whispering against the quivering skin. "I'm all you have. I'm the only one who can love you in the way your heart desires." "Yessss..." he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as tears threatened to spill down his cheeks. "I love you so much, Treize." He didn't get a response, but that was okay. Treize showed him how much he loved him. It was in every kiss, every touch, every thrust, in every whispered word. It was a little difficult to hide his glowing blush from his brothers when he showed up, late, for supper. It didn't matter if he did manage to hide it. He knew they knew. He never bothered to block his sexual escapades with Treize. He knew they could feel nearly everything he felt and it was evident in the flustered way they shifted uncomfortably in their seats and avoided looking into his eyes. He was feeling rather smug as he strode into the room, though his air of superiority faltered slightly when he gingerly lowered himself into his chair. He glared when he caught the curl of Duo's mouth, his expression almost begging him to make something of it. To his surprise, and maybe even disappointment, Duo turned back to his food and scooped mashed potatoes and gravy onto his fork without a word. Wufei unfolded his napkin into his lap and picked up his fork, cutting his meatloaf into tiny pieces. He studiously ignored the holes Heero was staring into his head and focused on his food, spearing the tiny pieces of meat and breading and nibbling on them. "Are we just going to pretend what we know just happened didn't happen?" Wufei looked up sharply, his gaze settling on his brother whose attention was focused on Quatre. The blond's eyes shifted from Heero to Wufei and he set his fork down, picking up his ice water. He brought the glass to his lips, his eyes piercing over the rim. "Did you have fun?" Wufei snorted and swallowed a bite of meatloaf. "Yes, actually. Thanks for asking." "Fei -" "No, you know what? Just...don't. I don't want to hear it. I'm sick of hearing it. You don't want me to be happy. I get it." "That's not -" "No, it is. I've found love and none of you can stand that. Well, you'd better start learning to because it's not going to change." He set his napkin down and stood up, pushing his chair back with a loud scrape across the tile. He left the room, more pissed than he could remember being in a long time. He was done having this discussion. He loved Treize and he was going to be with him and that was that. He went to his room and flopped down onto the bed, his arm slung over his eyes. His heart was at war with his rational mind. Was he doing the right thing? Do I honestly believe my brothers don't want me to be happy? I sincerely hope you're not dumb enough to believe that. But, I love him! I don't know what to do. You're going to have to make a choice. And if you choose the Senator over your brothers, you are making a foolish mistake. He rubbed his hands over his face, agitated by his own indecisiveness. He'd never had trouble making a decision before, so why now? Why was this so difficult? He thought back to when Trowa had said that the shocks were hurting Heero somehow. Did Treize know this? And if he did, did he care? He couldn't fathom what kind of harm it was. The rest of them seemed to recover just fine after they were shocked. So what was happening with Heero? Was he sick? Was there something wrong with him? Was he weak? He must be weak. That's the only logical conclusion. Some kind of flaw in his DNA that makes him more susceptible. Father thought he'd made us all perfect, but you can't get perfection from imperfection. And unless Heero was an anomaly, that must mean we all have a flaw somewhere. He wasn't keen on the idea that he had any flaws. For the entire duration of his life, he'd been under the belief that he was perfect in every way. The notion that he might not be didn't sit right with him. It made him uncomfortable and a bit angry. Zayeed Winner had had no clue what he was doing when he created them. Who knew what kind of strange and potentially dangerous mutations they all had within them. Their father had always said that he could never find any evidence of mutation, but Wufei wondered if he actually had and just didn't tell them. And if they did, then the doctors in this facility probably knew about them which meant Treize would know about them. It was a sudden epiphany that sprung up on him and he sat upright, staring wide-eyed at the wall. He wondered what else Treize knew about them that he hadn't bothered to disclose. So much of their origins were a mystery to them. The entire process of how they came to be never told to them in detail. The only thing they knew was that, with the exception of Quatre, they'd been created by DNA strands that were built from multiple blood donors. That didn't really explain a whole lot. He climbed off the bed and stormed down the hallway, the need to know everything the only priority. He reached the edge of their enclosure, the locked off wing of the building they weren't allowed to leave and banged on the thick two-way glass with an angry fist. "What is it, Wufei?" "I want to talk to Treize. Now." There was a long pause and a shuffling sound, then Treize's voice drifted through the speaker. "What do you need?" "I need to talk to you. In private." There was an exasperated sigh and Wufei's heart clenched. Sometimes it seemed he was only an annoyance to the Senator and it hurt in ways he didn't want to address at the moment. "Very well." The speaker clicked off and Wufei waited by the door, foot tapping impatiently. The door slid open after thirty seconds and Treize stepped through, gesturing down the hallway. Wufei turned and walked with him in nervous silence until they reached his room. He didn't know if Treize would tell him anything. But he was almost afraid, if he did, what he would find out. Treize closed the door behind him and crossed his arms. "What is it you want to talk about?" Wufei sat down on the edge of the bed and clasped his hands in his lap. "What's wrong with Heero?" Treize tilted his head. "What makes you think something is wrong?" "Because he seems to take longer to recover when he's shocked." "Who told you this?" "Trowa." "Ah. Well, we're still collating on that. We're not sure." "Are we mutants?" Treize barked out a laugh and his shoulders shook with mirth. For some reason, it made Wufei angry. Like he was being made fun of. "You would like to know if you have mutations that allow you to do what you do?" "Yes! Why is that so funny?" Treize pressed his lips together. "That's classified." "Oh, bullshit! We have a right to know what we are!" "You are exceptional creatures who can do exceptional things." He glared, his face heating up. "Don't insult my intelligence." "I'm not at liberty to disclose my findings." "Why the hell not? What do you think we're going to do with them?" "I have my reasons." "Well, that's great. Wonderful. Thanks ever so fucking much." He turned away, sulking at the window. "Why do you want to know so badly?" Wufei stood up abruptly. "Because! It's us! It's our history, or bodies, our abilities. We have a right to know what we are and what's going on with us!" Treize took a step forward, clasping his hands behind his back. "I fear the information will only hinder your ability to focus on your progress." That quirked Wufei's interest. What could that information possibly be that would hinder anything they did? "What is it? What are we, Treize? Why can we do these things? How were we created? Are we mutants, or humans, or monsters, or...or what? Tell me! I deserve to know!" Treize's head shook slightly. "I'm not at liberty to disclose that." Pissed beyond belief, he scoffed and turned away. "Then you're useless. Fuck off and leave me alone." "Dragon -" "And stop calling me that!" He dropped to the bed, onto his belly and buried his face in his arms. He was so angry, he was on the verge of tears and he rubbed his face into his pillow to rid himself of them, of his weakness. "Wufei, I need you to understand -" "There's nothing to understand," his voice was somewhat muffled by the pillow. "Go away. I don't want to see you anymore." His heart was aching fiercely. If Treize really loved him, he would tell him what he wanted to know. But Treize didn't think he could be trusted with important information that concerned him and his brothers. It stung terribly and he turned his head to face the opposite wall. He squeezed his eyes shut when he heard the click of the door closing behind Treize and the click of his shoes on the tile, fading as he walked away.
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