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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" Wufei parked in front of the ritzy apartment building and got out, whistling softly at the blond leaning against a pillar. He wore blue jeans that fit like a second skin and a white shirt that had the top few buttons left open. It was simple, but a nice change from the blond's normal, formal attire. He went around the car and opened the passenger side door. “Thank you.” Wufei got back in the driver's seat and headed for the club. “It's strange.” “What is?” “Most guys get irritated when a door is opened for them, but you're used to it.” Zechs tensed and Wufei continued. “I'm not going to ask, I'm just making an observation.” He gazed at Wufei through narrowed eyes. “You're testing me.” “I prefer to call it gathering information.” He pursed his lips. “You don't normally open doors for people, do you?” Wufei shook his head. “No.” “Then why open mine?” He smirked and cut his eyes to the blond. “The way you carry yourself. I doubt you could slouch if someone tried to make you. You had a high-class upbringing, maybe even a noble.” “Stop making guesses or I'll call for a taxi once we reach the club.” “I didn't mean to upset you.” He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Forgive me, I shouldn't have snapped like that.” Wufei shook his head and graced Zechs with a rueful smile. “No, it's a failing of mine, I know. I tend to analyze everything around me.” Zechs tilted his head slightly as he studied the Asian's profile. “It would seem you are in the best profession for yourself, then.” He nodded and pulled into the parking lot of the club. Zechs pointedly opened his door and got out before Wufei had the engine cut off. The cop shook his head with a smirk as he locked the doors and followed the blond inside the club. Duo bounced slightly to the beat of the music as he leaned over the bar. “Hey, Mike, can I get a beer and a screwdriver?” “Coming right up.” He knocked the cap off of the bottle and slid it to Duo as he made the screwdriver. “I hear there's talk of making one of your books into a movie.” He scrunched his nose. “I don't know. They want me to sign over all rights to the movie, and I'm not about to have my book turned into some B-rate film.” He took the screwdriver. “Thanks.” “Good evening, Duo.” He turned and smiled. “Zechs, I'm surprised you're not tired of him yet.” He raised a shoulder. “Apparently I'm becoming something of a masochist.” Wufei snorted. “What do you want to drink?” “Bourbon.” He nodded. “Go ahead to the table and I'll get it.” He followed Duo to the booth and nodded to the three already present. Quatre beamed. “Zechs, I was so glad to hear that you were coming out tonight.” He sat and raised an eyebrow. “I came out a long time ago.” Duo snorted a laugh and Trowa smirked. Quatre shook his head. “You know what I meant.” He graced the blond with a small, brief smile. “I know.” He looked up as Wufei came to the table and set his drink in front of him. “Thank you.” Wufei sat next to him and drained half of his Jack and Coke before draping his arm along the back of the seat behind the blond's back. Zechs looked to him and raised an eyebrow. “You're in my personal space.” He smirked. “I know.” “Is everything a game with you?” Wufei frowned. “I'm not playing any games. If I'm interested in someone, I'm not shy about letting them know. And I'm very good at reading people.” “What does that mean?” He leaned toward the blond until his lips were mere inches from his ear. “You're so damn lonely it's killing you, but you're terrified to let anyone close.” Zechs jerked away and finished his drink in two gulps. “Get me another.” Wufei smirked. “Authoritative tone. You're used to giving orders and having them obeyed without question.” He raised his chin and pushed Wufei out of the booth where he landed on the floor in an ungraceful heap. He grabbed his glass and stepped over the shocked Asian. “I'll get my own drink, thank you.” Duo howled with laughter as the blond made his way to the bar. “You totally screwed that one up, Fei.” The Chinese man sat up and sat back in the booth, a speculative look on his face. “I don't know that I'd say that.” “What do you mean?” Quatre asked. “He's got more backbone than he shows.” Heero shook his head. “You have weird tastes, Wufei.” “Why do you say that?” “He doesn't really like you, and you push all the buttons that piss him off.” He looked to the other Asian. “It only pisses him off because he hates living like he does. If he'd just drop the act and let himself go, he'd enjoy life much more.” Quatre propped his cheek on his palm. “He might not have that option.” Wufei looked to him sharply. “Why do you say that?” “I don't have any evidence or information, but I'm pretty sure he's running from something. My father wouldn't give me specifics, but he alluded to the fact that he knew things about Zechs that he wouldn't tell me.” “We all have things in our past we'd rather people didn't know,” Duo said softly. He looked up from his beer's label to meet Wufei's eyes. “Stop fishing for info. You're only hurting him.” Wufei nodded slowly. “Should I stop pressuring him?” Violet eyes narrowed. “No. Push him all you want, but stop trying to find out who he is. If you break past his barrier, he'll tell you.” “All right.” Zechs returned to the booth with a different drink, and raven-black brows drew together. “A peach iced tea?” “Almost all liquor.” He took a long drink. “Do you have a problem with that?” “None at all. Drink all you want. I'll make sure you make it home safe and untouched.” He sneered. “Even if I asked.” Wufei's heart broke for the pain he found in pale blue eyes. “Yes. I won't touch anyone who is in the least bit intoxicated. I prefer my lovers to know what they're doing.” Zechs started. Pale blue eyes gazed into obsidian for a long minute. “You wouldn't... take advantage? I find that hard to believe.” Wufei's eyes widened. “Zechs? Did someone-” He slammed his glass down. “Of course not!” He took a calming breath. “Did you want to dance?” He was met with wide onyx eyes. “If not, I'll find someone else.” Wufei jumped up immediately and led the blond to the dance floor. “I need some help here,” he said as he draped his arms over the blond's shoulders. Zechs lightly laid his hands to the Asian's waist. “What kind of help?” “You've been hurt.” “Yes... but not like you're thinking.” Wufei stared into pain-filled eyes. “Then how?” Zechs looked away, gritting his teeth. “Do you always give your dates the third degree?” He grimaced. “Sorry. Most of them don't have secrets like yours.” Zechs sighed. “Can't we just ignore the past?” Wufei nodded. “Yeah.” They moved to the music silently until the rhythm changed to a fast song and Wufei pulled away, holding up his hand, palm up. Zechs' brows drew together but he put his hand in the Asian's. Wufei raised it to his lips and kissed his knuckles. “Thanks you for the dance,” Zechs said in a whisper. “My pleasure.” They returned to the evacuated booth, sitting next to each other, and Zechs propped his chin on the back of his hand. “Tell me about yourself.” Wufei crossed his arms on the table. “Not much to tell really. I was raised here, well, on the outskirts of town. Technically, my parents didn't live in the city. When I graduated from high school, I went straight to the police academy.” “Was that what you always wanted to do?” He raised a shoulder. “I would have liked to go to college, maybe get a teaching degree; but my father got sick and it was all my mother and I could do to take care of him.” “I'm sorry to hear that.” He shook his head. “Had I gone to college I would have missed the last three years of his life, and, as difficult as they were, I wouldn't trade my time with him for anything.” Zechs gazed at Wufei silently for a long moment. “Have you ever been in love?” His brows raised at the seemingly sudden change in topic. “There were times I thought I was, but... no, I can't say that I've every really been in love.” He rested his chin on his palm, eyes dropping to the table. “Treize was steady, strong, safe, passionate; he filled my every thought.” He raised his eyes. “I barely remember my father, but... I imagine losing a parent as you did... could hurt as much as losing a lover... Simply in a different way.” Wufei was surprised by the observation. Zechs was actually looking for things they had in common. “I think that's safe to say. It's difficult to lose anyone we love, especially a blood relative or lover.” Pale blue met earnest onyx eyes. He wanted to tell the Asian the truth. He wanted Wufei to really understand what he was getting into if he pursued a relationship with him. But fear stayed his tongue. Wufei shook his head, as if reading the blond's mind. “I don't need to hear every gory detail of your past to know who you are. I ask questions out of curiosity. I don't judge anyone.” Zechs folded his arms on the table and leaned forward. “You are an honorable man, Chang Wufei.” He laid his right hand on the table, palm up. Wufei covered it with his own and Zechs smiled softly. “Anyone you call friend is blessed indeed.” Wufei laced their fingers together. “Being your friend would be nice, but I'd rather have something more.” He leaned closer to the blond. “Is that acceptable?” Zechs licked his lips, eyes dropping briefly to the Asian's mouth. “I shouldn't.” “But you will,” Wufei whispered, cupping a hand to the back of Zechs' neck. He closed his eyes and melted as he felt warm lips press to his own. He turned in the seat for a more comfortable angle as Wufei swiped his tongue over his lips, asking for entrance. He allowed the kiss to deepen and moaned softly. It had been a long time since Zechs had had any physical relationship and Wufei definitely knew what he was doing. The languid kiss ended and he pressed his forehead to Wufei's, licking his lips. “You're a difficult person to resist, Wufei,” he said softly. “So stop resisting.” “I'm not easy.” Wufei chuckled and pulled back to meet Zechs' eyes. “I wouldn't pursue you if I thought you were.” Zechs smiled softly and Wufei's breath caught in his throat as he saw the beautiful eyes shine the tiniest bit brighter. He vowed then and there that he'd do whatever it took to see that light shine even brighter. ****** He laughed as he was pulled to his lover's chest and his hair was brushed to the side. His lover nuzzled his neck. “What are you? A vampire?” Treize chuckled. “No, but you smell so good, I can't resist.” Zechs grabbed his glass of wine and sipped, settling his back further Treize's chest. “You flatter me.” “Trust me, love, with you, it's never flattery.” Zechs gazed out the large bay window, watching the sunset. “I like it here,” he said softly. Treize sighed and tightened his hold, resting his chin on the younger man's shoulder. “I hope we can stay here, then.” Zechs set his empty glass on the floor and turned to his side on the lounge so he faced his lover. “We will.” Treize smiled and ran his fingers through soft blond locks as he gazed at his lover's face, as if memorizing every contour of the flawless features. “No matter what happens, you know I wouldn't change any decision I've made, don't you?” He closed his eyes. “I'm nothing without you.” “No.” He started at the vehement tone. “Treize-” “Your worth has nothing to do with anyone else. It's who you are that makes you priceless. Not your past, not others, nothing... You would still be the glorious man you are with or without me.” Zechs closed the distance between them to kiss him. “Don't ever leave me.” “If I have my way, I'll stay with you forever.” They kissed again, and when Zechs pulled back, he found obsidian instead of blue eyes gazing at him. “Promise?” Wufei nodded. “I'll never leave you.” The scene shifted and it wasn't Treize, but Wufei in his arms, blood pooling on his chest. He shook his head. “No... not again... Not for me.” Zechs shot up in his bed, chest heaving with gasping breaths. He buried his face in his hands, ignoring the irritating beeping of the alarm. He pushed from the bed and turned the alarm off. “It was just a dream.” He slipped into the bathroom and started the shower. “A stupid dream. It doesn't mean anything.” He ground his teeth, refusing to continue living in fear. They'd taken too much from him already. He wouldn't live the rest of his life like a hermit. TBC....
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