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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" Zechs slowed as he neared his car. Leaning nonchalantly against the driver's side door was Chang Wufei. He couldn't help but let his eyes briefly roam the blue jeans and tight T-shirt, covered by a black jacket. He was an alluring sight. “What are you doing here?” “Taking you to dinner.” He shook his head. “And what if I already have plans?” He smirked. “You don't; Quatre told me as much.” “Bloody meddler,” he muttered beneath his breath. “What if I don't want to have dinner with you?” “But you do. Besides,” he pushed from the car to cross the few feet to Zechs, “I was dropped off here by my partner. If you don't take me with you, I'll be stranded. You wouldn't do that to me, would you?” The Asian gave him a sultry pout and he pursed his lips. “Bugger.” He depressed the unlock button on his key. “Get in.” Wufei opened the door for the blond before going to the passenger side. He buckled his seatbelt. “Thank you.” Zechs huffed softly. “You're welcome. Where are we going?” “Do you like Chinese?” He chuckled in spite of himself and glanced to Wufei. “Are you asking about food or in general?” Wufei smirked. “Both would be nice to know, but there's a very nice Chinese restaurant not far from here.” Zechs nodded. “I wouldn't mind some sesame chicken and lo mein.” He smiled. “Glad to hear it.” He gave Zechs directions, remaining silent until they reached the restaurant and found their seats. He requested water, as did Zechs, who gave one glance at the menu before setting it aside. “Know what you want already?” He raised a shoulder. “I told you what I wanted in the car.” He set his own menu aside. “Why is there no record of 'Zechs Merquise' before you were seven?” He blinked. “You don't hold your punches, do you?” “No, I don't.” He shook his head. “I'm not at liberty to say. Nothing illegal on my part, mind you, but the safety of those around me demands it.” Wufei nodded slowly. “All right, I'll accept that... for now.” “If I may be so bold, how are Duo and Heero a part of your group? Quatre already told me how he met you and Trowa.” Wufei chuckled. “I met Maxwell seven years ago.” “How?” he asked when the Asian offered nothing more. “When I arrested him. I was a rookie, fresh out of the academy, when I was notified of a breaking and entering. At the time, Heero was a hacker and Duo a thief. They were lovers as well as co-conspirators. Needless to say, Duo was highly pissed when a 'blue' caught him.” Zechs shook his head. “And you became friends?” “It took a few years of community service.” He sobered and met Zechs' eyes. “The fact was, he and Heero were sixteen and taking care of eight or nine orphans.” He quirked an eyebrow. “Seriously?” Wufei frowned. “Yes, seriously. I met them, the orphans, that is, much to Duo's chagrin. He was afraid I'd make them go to the orphanage.” “You didn't?” He shook his head but was stalled from answering when their server returned with their water and asked if they were ready to order. They did and Wufei continued. “I set them up in a house, had the ones who were old enough become emancipated and put to work. They'd been taking care of the kids well enough, so I figured they could keep doing it.” Zechs tilted his head to the side. “How can a rookie accomplish something like that?” He shrugged. “I had an older, more accomplished friend who helped me out. In the end, they mostly made the best of their lives.” Zechs was curious about the 'mostly' part, but could tell it was a painful subject for the Asian. “I'm glad you were able to help them.” He nodded. “So am I. Now Duo and Heero have legit and respectable jobs, and so do the kids they were protecting.” Zechs studied Wufei. “Was that what prompted you to become a detective with the Special Victims Unit?” He smiled. “Yes, actually. We mainly deal with sexual crimes, but we also take cases dealing with children.” “What made you decide to go into law enforcement?” He raised a shoulder. “I come from a long line of cops, I guess it's just in my blood.” He leaned back as their food was brought to the table. Zechs smiled slightly as Wufei thanked their server in Chinese and had a brief discussion before she left. Wufei looked to him. “And what made you decide to leave England?” His smile fell and he looked down to his food. Why did these people seem to feel the need to pry into his life? And more to the point, why did he keep accepting their invitations? “Someone I loved very much died and I was tired of being reminded of him.” It was close enough to the truth as far as he was concerned. They ate their meals in relative silence for several minutes before Wufei sat back and wiped his mouth. “Will you tell me about your lover?” Zechs sighed and took a long drink of his water. “He was strong and honorable. Elegant and graceful.” A small smile came to his lips. “He was duty-driven and it took me forever to convince him to let our friendship to become something more.” “Why?” He shook his head, amazed that the overbearing pain seemed to ease some as he spoke of Treize. “He felt he wasn't... of the right station to take it further.” Wufei frowned. “Station? Who are you?” He chuckled softly, hoping it didn't come out sounding forced. “No one of importance. It's a similar situation to that of Trowa and Quatre.” “How'd he die?” He met Wufei's eyes levelly. “As I told Quatre, in the line of duty.” Wufei made a noise in the back of his throat in understanding. “So that's why you're resisting getting to know me.” “In part, yes.” “And the other part?” He popped a piece of chicken in his mouth and studied Wufei as he chewed. After he swallowed, he set his fork down and leaned back against the booth. “I don't want anyone to get hurt.” Wufei shook his head. “Being hurt is a part of life. No one is immune to it. If you keep avoiding getting hurt, you're avoiding living. I can't imagine your lover would want you to merely eke out an existence without experiencing anything worth remembering.” Zechs nodded. “I know.” “Aren't you lonely?” He closed his eyes. “Yes,” he admitted on a whisper. Wufei covered the blond's hand when it balled into a fist on the table. “Then give me a chance.” Pale blue eyes raised to obsidian, a small half-smile raising to his lips. “You're very persistent.” He smirked. “Only when I find something that intrigues me. You're very captivating.” Zechs couldn't help but think the same thing about the detective. They finished their dinner, Wufei deciding to turn the topic to more light-hearted conversation, and almost got a full smile from the blond before the dinner was over. Zechs drove him home and parked outside of his small house. “I had a nice time, Wufei. Thank you.” He shook his head. “The pleasure was definitely mine.” He reached over and ran his fingers through a strand of blond hair, delighted to find that it was as soft as it looked. “Would you come to the club with me tomorrow night?” Zechs took a breath and closed his eyes briefly. As much as he knew he shouldn't, he was tired of ostracizing himself from the rest of humanity. “Yes.” ****** Quatre ran his fingers through Trowa's hair as his lover traced invisible designs over his stomach. “I hope Zechs didn't leave Wufei stranded.” Trowa chuckled softly. “Do you think he would?” “No,” he answered softly. “I'm just afraid we're pushing Zechs too hard.” Trowa raised up to his elbows and gazed down into earnest cerulean eyes. “No, I think you're right about him needing a push to break out of his melancholy. I've only seen the guy once, but I've seen that haunted look in a lot of peoples' eyes. People who've been hurt almost beyond repair. He won't get through whatever he's going through on his own.” He leaned down and kissed Quatre softly. “Stop second-guessing yourself. You're always right in situations like this.” “Not always,” Quatre protested. “Jimmy.” Trowa shook his head, running the back of his knuckles down Quatre's cheek. “That wasn't your fault. He refused to change. There was nothing any of us could have done.” Quatre closed his eyes, vividly remembering the thirteen year old who was one of the last of the children left under Duo's care when they met. The boy was bitter after so many years on the streets and then suddenly being forced into a situation that he didn't like. He'd preferred the freedom of the streets, the dangerous allure of gangs. They'd all tried to show him that a legal life was much more desirable. Quatre would never forget the day he had gone with Duo to identify the body. The braided man had not handled it well at all. Neither had Quatre for that matter. “He was just a baby.” “I know, love. I know.” The phone rang and Quatre grabbed it off the nightstand. “Hello?” “Sorry to bother you, but I didn't get Zechs' number and I need to get directions so I can pick him up tonight.” Quatre grinned. “He's going to the club?” “Yeah.” “Great, hold up a second.” He went into the phone menu and scrolled through his address book, relaying the number to Wufei. “Anything else you need?” “No, I'm good. Thanks a lot Quatre.” “You're welcome. I'm just surprised you forgot to get it.” “I was sort of distracted.” He grinned. “Oh?” “Not like that. I don't kiss on the first date, and even if I did, he wouldn't be ready for it.” Quatre dropped his eyes to Trowa's hands that were traveling slowly down his stomach. Taking in the glimmer in Trowa's emerald eyes, he shook his head in warning. “I know, Wufei, I was just teasing.” “Have you talked to Duo today?” Long fingers fondled at his length and he sucked in a silent breath. “No, I haven't. Why?” “He called me at the crack of dawn, going on about something or other. I hung up on him and turned my phone off. I tried calling him again, but he's not answering.” “Oh!” He glared at Trowa as he was fisted tighter. “That's... strange. Did you try Heero's....” He groaned softly, biting his lip when Trowa lapped his tongue over the head of his erection. There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. “Um... are you still in bed?” Trowa blew over the moistened tip. “Yessss... Trowa, please stop for a minute.” “You answered the phone while having sex?” He whimpered when Trowa swirled his tongue over the tip of his length. “He started after I answered.” “Why are you still in bed at one o'clock?” A slick finger probed at his entrance and he groaned. “Being lazy, call Heero's cell.” He flipped the phone closed and dropped it to the side. “You're evil.” Sparkling emerald met lust-darkened cerulean as he moved his mouth up and down the blond's length, pressing another finger into him. Quatre wet his lips and spread his legs further so Trowa could settle between them. Trowa pulled his lips from the hard erection and added a third finger as he raised up to kiss his lover. Quatre whimpered into the kiss, tasting himself on Trowa's tongue. He slid his hands down his love's back and gripped the firm globes of his ass. Trowa moaned and pulled his fingers free, quickly covering his own aching length with lube and positioning himself without breaking the kiss. Quatre wrapped his legs around Trowa's waist, hooking his feet under his lover's thighs. He tossed his head back and gasped softly as he was penetrated. “Damn, you're beautiful,” Trowa said in a heady whisper as he gazed at Quatre. Quatre smiled softly, peering up through thick, black lashes. “Admit it,” he said a tad breathlessly, “you love me for my body.” Trowa chuckled softly as he began a slow, steady rhythm. “No... I lust after you for your body. I love you for who you are.” Quatre blushed softly and captured Trowa's lips in a heated kiss. No more words passed between them as they fell to passion. Quatre clung to his lover, gasps and pants falling heavily from his lips as Trowa hit his prostate with almost every thrust of his hips. A calloused but gentle hand wrapped around his erection, pumping him in time with the length thrusting inside of him. Trowa tangled one hand in Quatre's hair, heavy breaths washing over the blond's ear. “Cum with me, love.” The words, along with the dual sensations of being penetrated and pumped sent Quatre over the edge. He cried his release as he felt the warmth of his lover's cum fill him. They sagged to the bed, gasping for breath. “Love you.” Trowa kissed him softly. “Love you, too.” ****** Zechs leaned his forehead to the window pane as he gazed over the courtyard of his apartment complex. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was, in some way, betraying Treize. He knew that was ridiculous. Treize wouldn't want him to give up living for him, but he'd loved Treize, and only Treize, for so long. (flashback) “I failed you.” He shook his head at the gasped whimper. “No, you were the most faithful of any.” Treize coughed, blood dribbling down his chin. “Go... to America. Find... Aadil Winner.” Blond brows drew together. “Don't leave me.” He smiled softly. “I wouldn't... if I had the choice... Find him. He'll... help you.” He leaned down to kiss his lover. “And then what?” “Hide.... h-hide, Z-Zechs... b-b-but live.... Live f-for us... L-love... again.” He shook his head. “I can't.” “L-l-leave m-me... h-here.... g-g-go.” Tears blurred his vision. “Treize-” “Go!... Or would you... rather m-my death... b-b-be in vain?” He kissed Treize again. “I love you.” “Love you, too... N-n-ow... go.... For me.” He jumped to his feet and ran. (end flashback) Zechs closed his eyes, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to fall. He had to be strong. If for no one else but Treize. He gave his life so Zechs could live. He clenched his teeth. “It's so stupid.” He jumped as his cell rang and pulled it out, answering hesitantly. “Hello?” “It's me.” He sagged in relief. “Wufei. Hi.” “Hi. I didn't get your address. Where do I pick you up from?” He closed his eyes. “I changed my mind. I don't feel like going out tonight.” “What's wrong?” He raked a hand through his hair. “It's been a rough day.” “Then you need a night out.” Zechs took a slow breath. “All right. I'll go out with you tonight. But... I'm not in the best of moods.” “Then I'll do my best to cheer you up.” TBC...
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