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"Worth the Risk"Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of
its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying
me to write this. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, Lemon, Language, Violence Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, eventual 6x5. Summary: Wufei is instantly intrigued by the new
guy in town, but Zechs isn't making it easy on him. "Worth the Risk" “Good morning, Zechs.” He looked up from his computer. “Quatre. How are you?” He sat in the chair opposite Zechs' desk. “Fine, and yourself?” “I can't complain.” He studied him for a moment before leaning his elbows to his knees. “What happened Saturday night?” Zechs sighed softly. “I'm sorry if I offended you. It was unintended.” Quatre shook his head. “It seemed you were the one who was offended, but none of us could figure out why.” “I wasn't offended. I was...” He trailed off with a frown. Quatre tilted his head to the side, quirking a curious eyebrow. “You were what?” The phone rang, saving Zechs from the pressure of answering at that moment. “Merquise.” He nodded several times and scribbled on his day planner. “Yes, that's perfect. Thank you.” He hung up and made a few more notes. “Zechs.” “I'd rather not talk about it, Quatre, if you don't mind.” “You ran away once you found out my friend was a cop. I hope you can understand why I find that suspicious.” Zechs looked up at the other blond. “I'm in no trouble with the law. Your father knows my story. He wouldn't hire a criminal.” He pushed his chair back. “If you'll excuse me, I have an appointment to get to.” Quatre stood as well. “I'm sorry if I upset you. I was just worried.” He smiled softly, again that sad smile that made Quatre wonder what he'd gone through to keep his smiles from being heartfelt. “I'm not upset. Thank you for your concern.” Quatre left Zechs' office and made his way to the top floor. He tapped on the door frame to his father's office and leaned against it. The man looked up and smiled. “Are you busy, Father?” “Not too terribly at the moment. What did you need?” He stepped into the room and shut the door. “Zechs... He was at the club Saturday night.” Winner leaned back in his chair. “Good. He could stand to get out more often.” Quatre cleared his throat and sat. “Father, when he found out Wufei was a cop, he high-tailed it out of there. Do you know why he would have done something like that?” He averted his eyes for a moment and sighed. “Yes, Quatre, I do. If he didn't tell you, I won't. Suffice to say, he's had a difficult life and is looking to put his past behind him. All right?” Quatre nodded, good manners the only thing keeping his curiosity in check. “All right then. Well, I suppose I should get back to work.” ****** Obsidian eyes narrowed as he sent a rapid succession of bullets into the target. He removed the empty clip and reloaded as his mind drifted over the striking blond he'd met at the club. Zechs was by far the most attractive man he'd ever met, and there was an air of mystery about him that attracted Wufei even more. He wasn't one to let mysteries slip by unheeded. He pulled the empty clip from his gun. He wanted to know what had put that shadow in those beautiful eyes. He wanted to ask who his 'very dear friend' was. He wanted to know so much more than he'd had a chance to learn in the few minutes they'd had together. “Blowing off some steam?” He glanced to Trowa, moving the ear muffs to sit about his neck. “You could say that.” Trowa folded his arms over his chest and leaned his side to the wall. “Zechs really got to you, didn't he?” He sighed. “He's... very interesting.” Trowa nodded. “And completely your type, physically at least.” “Hm.” He pressed the button to draw the target toward them. “Did you have any actual work to talk about?” “Yeah. We've got a case.” He tossed the target in the trash and hung the earphones on the hook, following his partner from the shooting range. He sighed when he saw a woman sitting at Trowa's desk with her face in her hands. The female officer sitting beside her looked up as they neared. “Moraine, these are Detectives Barton and Chang. They're with our Special Victims Unit.” Moraine looked up to them, tears in her eyes. “I tried to fight him off.” Trowa nodded and said softly. “It wasn't your fault. Tell us what happened.” ****** Zechs looked over the power point presentation and sat back, rubbing his eyes. The meeting wasn't scheduled until the next week, but he preferred to get things taken care of as quickly as possible. Which, he was sure, was going to cost him his eyesight if he continued staring at a computer screen for hours on end. He twirled his chair and rolled to a table in the corner where he kept a coffee pot. He poured another cup and rolled back to his desk, saving the final product. He checked his planner and to-do list for the day and was surprised to realize he'd finished everything on it. He glanced to the clock. Ten to four. He frowned and looked at his watch, sure the clock was wrong, and found that it wasn't. He'd worked straight through lunch and then some. He sipped his coffee, mind drifting to the one thing he'd been trying to avoid all day. Dark obsidian eyes and raven black hair. Not to mention the arrogant and confident attitude. Zechs wasn't used to being hit on and didn't know how to react to it. And he wasn't ready to try and date anyone. He snorted softly, even if he was ready it wouldn't matter. He couldn't do that to anyone else. He turned his chair and looked out the window at the clear sky. “What should I do, Treize?” he whispered to the empty room. He'd tried so hard, but it hadn't been enough. More than anything, he didn't want to admit he was powerless. But he was, and he'd spent a year and a half regretting that. And he was sure he always would. “Zechs?” He looked to his doorway. “How may I help you, Quatre?” “Trowa is working a case so he won't be home until late. We had dinner reservations. Rather than let them go to waste, I was hoping you could join me.” He smiled faintly. “I would be glad to.” Quatre smiled brightly. “Great. Meet me at seven at Luigi's.” “I'll be there.” Zechs watched as the smaller blond left the doorway and sighed. It seemed he was doomed to fall into an inner circle whether he wanted to or not. It would be best if he could avoid forming any relationships, but denying his boss's son probably wouldn't be a good idea. And so, three hours later found him sitting across from the Winner heir in a high-end restaurant. He sipped his wine and gazed briefly at Quatre over the top of his menu. “Is it a dangerous case?” He shrugged. “He didn't say... but then, he'd never tell me if it was.” “How do you do it?” Blond brows raised. “What?” “Love an enforcer of the law.” His mouth parted into an 'O' form and he sighed. “It's painful at times. I worry about him. But I never take a second of our time together for granted because I'm acutely aware of the fact it may be the last.” He set his menu aside and rested his chin on the back of his joined hands. “Are you interested in Wufei?” He licked his lips. “Honestly? To some degree, yes, but that doesn't mean I'm free to act on it. I have my reasons for avoiding close contact with people.” Quatre nodded slowly. “My father trusts you, so I will, too; but that doesn't mean I'm not curious about how you came to be here and who you are.” Cerulean eyes narrowed. “Especially if one of my friends is interested in you.” Zechs was saved from saying anything as their server came to the table. They ordered and she left, leaving him on the spot to answer. He took a long pull from his drink. “I had a friend,” he began softly. “I'd known him for as far back as I can remember. We were always together.” He released a short laugh. “I'd always felt it was something like a fairy tale, childhood sweethearts destined to be together forever.” He looked back to Quatre. “When you've loved one person for so long, you're lost without them when they're gone.” By his tone, Quatre could tell it wasn't that the man had left Zechs and he lowered his head in sympathy. “How did he die?” Pale blue eyes met cerulean. “In the line of duty.” He nodded. “So the idea of a relationship with someone in the same profession scares you.” Zechs' eyes narrowed slightly and dropped to the table. “I'm not a weakling. I can take care of myself, but those who have loved me in the past have deemed otherwise.” He frowned. “I don't understand.” Zechs shook his head. “You don't need to, and in truth, I'm not at liberty to tell you. Don't worry about Wufei. I won't pursue a relationship with him; and I won't allow one. I'm sure he's a wonderful person, but I can't.” Quatre raised his chin. “He's a curious person. He's probably already checked into your past.” “What?” Quatre held up his hands. “He doesn't do it to be malicious. He's a curious person, so he tends to find out people's backgrounds. He did it for all of us, so I'm sure he's done it for you. But he'll tell you all he's found. He's a good detective. It's just how he is.” Zechs clenched his teeth, but took several calming breaths. He knew what the detective would find on him, down to the last letter. He helped write it after all. “What if he doesn't like or believe what he's found?” Quatre frowned. “Why wouldn't he?” Zechs shrugged. “I don't know, I'm just curious.” Cerulean eyes narrowed slightly. “If that happened, he'd ask you about it.” He remembered what his father said and sighed. “Look, I know there must be something you're hiding, and I'm trying to be understanding here.” He sipped his wine. “But I hope you can understand why it's difficult for me.” “I do understand, and I hope that over time you can accept that there are just some things you can't know.” Quatre nodded. “I can accept that now. I just worry that you're in some kind of trouble and I want to help.” “I appreciate your concern, but I'm not in any trouble.” He smiled. “Good. Now, about Wufei.” “Quatre, I can't.” “He's a good man. You could do worse. He's straight forward and honest.” Zechs chuckled and sipped his wine. “That much I could tell.” Quatre sighed. “I've never lost a lover before, so I can't begin to understand your pain, but I can't believe he'd want you to go the rest of you life without love.” Zechs shook his head. “No, he wouldn't.” Conversation stalled as the food runner came with their salads and Zechs took a moment to consider his options. Wufei was completely different from Treize in appearance, but both had that stubborn confidence. He felt that, in some way, he understood a lot about the Chinese policeman simply from his years in Treize's company. Quatre studied Zechs as he gazed into his wine, mind miles away. He hated the sadness he saw on the beautiful face. It spoke of years of pain and a melancholy so deep it was almost tangible. It broke Quatre's heart. “You can't go on like this forever.” Pale blue eyes raised to him. “I know,” he said softly. “Give Wufei a chance to help ease your pain. You'll never find anyone else as steadfast and faithful as he is.” He smiled faintly. “I can believe that.” The smile fell. “But I don't want him hurt.” “Who says he's going to be?” Zechs took a breath. “How long have you and Trowa been together?” He raised an eyebrow. “Five years. Why?” “How did you meet?” Quatre sighed and allowed the aversion. He rested his chin on the back of his hand. “I was having a dinner party and some of my guests got out of hand.” Zechs' eyebrows raised. “How so?” He snorted softly, shaking his head. “One of my guests became a little too inebriated and got into a shouting match with his wife. I'd known they were having some problems, but I didn't realize how bad it was.” He sighed. “He actually hit her. So we separated them and called the police. Needless to say, they have since divorced.” “And Trowa?” Quatre smiled widely. “We just... clicked, I guess. He's everything I could possibly ask for in a lover and friend.” The taller blond took a longer sip of his wine. “I'm glad that you are happy.” ****** “Damn.” Duo looked up from his computer and glanced to his lover who sat on the love seat, frowning at his laptop. “What is it?” “Wufei called earlier and asked if I could find out some information on Zechs since he'd hit a wall.” Duo shook his head and looked back to his computer, fingers flying over the keys as he typed. “What is it with you two always having to investigate everyone?” “Just a habit.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Anyway, it's like he didn't exist before he was seven.” Duo sighed and pushed from his desk, crossing to Heero. He took the laptop and set it on the coffee table before straddling his lover's lap. “Let it go, Heero. You don't have to know everything.” Heero moved his hands slowly up Duo's thighs to his hips. “But it makes life more interesting.” He smirked. “There are other ways to make life interesting.” He laid a quick kiss to Heero's lips before hopping up. “Let's go dancing.” “Damn tease.” He chuckled and grabbed Heero's hand. “Come on. I've been working hard all day. I need a break.” “You've been sitting on your ass all day.” Duo tugged him toward the door. “Then I need to work off some pounds.” Heero shook his head and snatched his keys off the hook by the door. “Not with that metabolism.” TBC....
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