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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" “Ready?” Trowa asked as he parked outside of the office building. Wufei smirked. “It's my favorite part of the job.” He strode into the building, flashing his badge for the receptionist. “Would you mind telling me where I could find David Marshall?” “Um... second floor, fifth cubicle to the right.” “Thank you.” Trowa shook his head as they got on the elevator, glad he wasn't the criminal about to be looking Wufei in the face when he wore that 'cat caught the canary' expression. He followed Wufei to the cubicle and allowed his partner to do the talking, as usual. The suspect wasn't much to look at. An average man of middle age with slightly graying hair and medium stature. But his most prominent feature, a rather large and crooked nose, matched the victim's description perfectly. “David Marshall?” The man looked up. “Yes?” Wufei showed him his badge and hazel eyes flew wide. “I'm Detective Chang, this is my partner-” He grunted as Marshall jumped up and tried to push him away and run. He rolled his eyes and easily twisted the man's arm behind his back, shoving him to the floor. “Good, now I get to add resisting arrest to the charges. David Marshall, you're under arrest for three counts of rape.” He put cuffs on the man's wrists. “You have the right to remain silent, but please feel free to say anything you like.” He hauled Marshall to his feet, pushing him toward the elevator. “You have the right to an attorney, blood suckers that they are.” Trowa held in a chuckle. The first time his partner had taken such liberties with the suspect's rights he'd been aghast. After almost six years together, he found himself actually looking forward to whatever Wufei was going to say. “If you can't afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you; in which case, you can kiss your ass goodbye because the public defenders here suck.” Trowa had to bite his tongue. Dorothy would feed Wufei his own balls if she heard that one. By the time they reached the station, David Marshall had become a sobbing mess of frustration... who had lawyer-ed up immediately, much to Wufei's chagrin. “He won't get away. Not with three victims who can pick him out of a lineup.” He ground his teeth. “I know that, but Dorothy has a way with a jury.” Trowa shook his head. “With DNA evidence and eye witness accounts, there's no way she'll prove him innocent. Relax.” He pursed his lips. “I would, but you seem relaxed enough for ten people.” Trowa chuckled. “I just have a better poker face than you. Let's file the report and head home.” Wufei smirked. “What's for dinner.” Trowa snorted. “Did they base Lethal Weapon off of you?” He shrugged. “Only vaguely. I don't have suicidal tendencies. Hm, and the jumping off the building part... I haven't done that, yet.” Trowa groaned. “Don't add 'yet' on there.” “I always wanted to go bungee jumping.” “You done yet?” Wufei sat back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. “I've been done.” Trowa stood. “All right, let's go.” Wufei followed his partner out of the station after leaving their report with the captain, mind drifting to Zechs. Over the past few weeks he'd managed to get the blond to go out with him on several dates. He hadn't brought Zechs' past up again and the blond was opening up a bit more to him; and the more he learned about Zechs, the more he wanted to know. The intense sadness that had filled the pale blue eyes didn't seem quite as heavy and Wufei was glad he was a part of that. He sighed softly. “You're thinking about Zechs, aren't you?” He pulled from his thoughts and looked to Trowa over the top of the car, realizing he'd been standing there for a minute just staring into space. “Sorry.” Trowa shook his head and got in the car. “I've never seen you get this hung up on someone.” Wufei frowned slightly. “I'm not hung up on him.” He raised an eyebrow. “No?” “No.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I'm completely and totally enamored with him. He's perfect.” Trowa snorted. “No one's perfect.” Wufei propped his elbow on the window and dropped his chin to the back of his fist. “I could listen to him talk for hours, even if it was about something as mundane as the weather. He has a habit of drawing his brows together when he's listening to something important that makes him look even sexier than he already is. Every motion he makes is elegant, from the way he eats to how he walks. He's... perfect.” Trowa pulled out of the parking lot, somewhat shocked by his partner's speech. “Damn, Chang. It's worse than enamored.” “What?” He glanced briefly to his partner, a smirk on his lips. “You're dangerously close to being in love.” Wufei started slightly. “In three weeks? Be serious.” “I knew Quatre was the one for me the moment I saw him. I am being serious.” Wufei stared at his partner for a long moment before looking back out the window. “I don't fall that fast.” “Not normally, which is why I think this is the real thing.” Obsidian eyes narrowed. “His past-” “Obviously doesn't matter,” Trowa cut him off as he pulled into his driveway and parked. “He's a good guy. Whatever happened... I don't think it was his fault.” Wufei nodded. “He's still in danger,” he said softly. “That's the way it seems,” Trowa agreed. “That or he simply doesn't feel safe yet.” “It'd be easier to protect him if he'd tell me what was going on.” Trowa nodded. “He will when he's ready.” He opened his door. “Come on, let's see what Greg's cooking up for dinner.” Quatre met them at the door and instantly folded his arms over Trowa's shoulders, kissing him soundly. “How was your day?” “All right. And yours?” “Long.” He looked to Wufei. “Hi, Wufei. Doing all right today?” He nodded. “No complaints,” he answered as Quatre led them to the dining room. The blond looked back to him a smirk. “Zechs was a bit out of it today.” A fine black brow raised. “Oh?” “Yeah. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was smitten.” Wufei flushed slightly, but looked pleased. “Is that right?” Quatre grinned as he sat at the table. “Very much so. I kept catching him staring out the window of his office; and, instead of the sad frown he usually wears, he was smiling. Wonder why that is.” Wufei snorted. “If you're worried about his virtue, don't. I haven't touched him outside of a few kisses.” “Are you going out this weekend?” Trowa asked as he sat next to Quatre. He nodded. “We're going to play pool on Saturday.” Quatre pouted. “Saturday? But we were checking out that new club this weekend.” Wufei shrugged. “If we get bored, we may swing by.” ****** Zechs moved around the table and leaned over. There was no way he could sink a ball on this turn, but he could attempt to line up his next shot and totally ruin Wufei's. The Asian grimaced as he saw the blond's plan. “Can't make it easy for me, can you?” Zechs smirked. “What would be the fun in that?” Wufei studied the table as the balls settled. He didn't have a good shot at all. He hadn't lost a game of pool in years, but it seemed inevitable at that point. He sighed and leaned over the table, taking the best shot open. His last remaining solid ball bounced off the wall of the table and came two inches shy of the side pocket. “It was a good game,” Zechs said as he sank his last two striped balls and then the eight ball. “I haven't had anyone press me so hard in a long time.” Wufei stared at the lone ball left on the table. “That's the first game I've lost in years. You're very good.” Zechs smiled. “Thank you.” “Would you guys like more drinks?” Zechs looked to their server. “I'll have another cosmopolitan.” Wufei shook his head. “I'm good.” He sat at their booth across from Zechs. “How long have you played?” “About ten years. We had just moved from London to a small village and there wasn't much to do there.” He released a short chuckle. “I was bored out of my mind and driving Treize crazy. He took me to the billiard and taught me how to play.” “Was Treize older than you?” He nodded and smiled his thanks to the server when she brought his drink. “By almost two years.” Wufei folded his arms on the table, wondering if he would push too far if he kept his questions centered on Treize. It seemed Zechs wasn't having as much trouble talking about his old lover as he had at first. “When did you two become lovers?” A soft smile took the blond's lips as he rested his chin in his palm, dropping his eyes to the table. “Our families were very close and I'd had something of a crush on him since childhood. I think he always knew, but never made any advances. When I was sixteen I asked him to kiss me.” After a moment of silence, Wufei tilted his head to the side. “What did he say?” “Turned me down flat. He claimed he had no right to lay a hand on me. It took me a year to convince him otherwise.” Wufei shook his head. “I can't imagine anyone being able to resist you for that long. How did you finally get to him?” He sucked in a breath as sparkling blue eyes looked up at him through thick lashes. “I let him find me naked in his bed.” Wufei took a sip of his beer, feeling a little hot under the collar at that proclamation. “I guess he couldn't resist that.” Zechs laughed. “No.” His mirth faded and he dropped his gaze back to the table. “I lost him six years later.” “I'm sorry.” He looked to the Asian and raised from his slouch. “So am I, but you were right, he wouldn't want me to throw away the rest of my life living in the memory of what we once shared.” He sipped his drink. “What about your first love?” Wufei chuckled. “I don't know that I could say I've ever been in love. I was betrothed to the daughter of a friend of my father's.” Zechs tilted his head slightly. “What did he do when he found out your preferences?” He shook his head. “He didn't. I never told him I was gay. Meiran and I married when I was nineteen, and divorced shortly after my father died.” Zechs' brows drew together. “Purely a marriage of convenience?” He frowned. “No. I thought if I tried hard enough... maybe I could change.” Zechs released a soft breath. “Did you really think you could?” he asked gently. One corner of his lips raised in a mirthless smirk. “I thought I was stubborn enough to change what I was attracted to. She and I fought like cats and dogs when we were young, but by the time we reached our late teens we respected each other and were good friends. We'd planned to tell our parents, but...” “Your father became ill,” Zechs finished. He nodded. “We didn't want to hurt him any more than he was already hurting. I asked Meiran to help me... learn how to love a woman.” Zechs grimaced. “I take it that didn't work out.” He snorted a laugh. “Not at all. The marriage was never formally consummated, but she did go to some lengths to keep me from being too frustrated while we were legally married.” “Oh?” Wufei raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want to know?” “Curiosity warrants it.” He shrugged. “Let's just say that we had two vibrators and she used both. One for her and one for me.” Zechs started. “You're a bottom?” He smirked. “Through and through.” “I must say I'm a bit surprised.” “Why is that?” Zechs shrugged. “You seem to be the type that prefers to be in control.” “Who says a bottom can't be in control?” The blond frowned. “I... I never really thought about it, I guess. I've only had one lover.” Wufei studied him for a long moment. “I've had five. I topped one.” He raised a shoulder. “I didn't like it.” “Five,” Zechs said softly. “I'm not a slut and I've never had a one night stand. It takes a lot for me to go to bed with someone. I've never had unprotected sex. In my opinion, that should only happen with committed partners who plan to be together for a long time.” Zechs nodded slowly, amazed at the ease with which the Asian spoke about such personal matters. He sipped his drink, ready to change the topic. “How old are you?” “Twenty-five.” Blue eyes widened. “You look younger than that.” “I hear that a lot.” He glanced at his watch. “You want to get out of here?” “Sure, let me settle the tab.” Wufei watched as Zechs crossed to the counter and smiled. They were definitely making progress. He finished his beer and caught up with Zechs. “The guys were planning to go to that new club on the north side of town. You wanna go meet up with them?” Zechs smiled. “That's fine.” ****** Trowa snorted softly as he watched Duo bouncing at the bar and glanced to Heero. “Can't you cut back on his caffeine intake?” Heero chuckled. “He's got a lot of energy and he's been working really hard on his last book. Hours on end in front of a computer tend to make him a little stir-crazy.” He glanced over as Zechs and Wufei neared their table. “I thought you were going to the pool hall.” Wufei wrinkled his nose as he sat. “We did. One game was enough.” Zechs laughed softly. “Don't be a poor loser.” Trowa started. “You beat Wufei?” The blond nodded. “It was a very close game, though.” Duo returned with his drink and sat next to Heero. “Hey, guys.” “Hi.” Wufei glanced to Trowa. “Where's Quatre?” “He had a business meeting. He said he'd meet up later.” Duo shook his head as he sat at the table. “I don't see how he's not bored out of his mind.” Trowa shrugged. “He enjoys it.” Duo snorted. “Takes all kinds, I guess.” Trowa snorted softly and answered his cell as it rang. “Barton.” Soft, labored gasps met his ear. “Tr-Trowa?” Panic flared in his chest and he jumped to his feet. “Quatre? What's wrong?” “Eight... maybe nine guys... jumped me.” “Where?” A heavy gasp filled the line. “Be... Behind the bank.” “What's going on?” Wufei asked as they followed Trowa from the club. “Someone beat Quatre up.” He shifted the phone to the other ear as he dug his keys out of his pocket. “We're on our way.” “Thank you.” Wufei took the keys from Trowa. “I'll drive. Keep talking to him. Does he need an ambulance?” Trowa climbed in the passenger seat. “Quatre, how bad are your injuries?” He heard a soft groan and looked to his partner. “Um... My side hurts pretty bad. My left shoulder really hurts... and a bit more.” Wufei nodded and grabbed his own cell, calling for an ambulance as they drove. Trowa jumped from the vehicle before it was in park. “Quatre?!” “Over here.” Zechs followed the others at the pain-filled call, eyes flying wide when he saw the other blond slumped against the building. Quatre's suit was in tatters, covered with blood. More blood dripped from his chin due to a gash on his forehead. His left arm laid at an odd angle, which Zechs assumed meant Quatre's shoulder was either broken or dislocated. “Who did this?” Trowa asked through his teeth. “Why?” Quatre raised a trembling right hand to his cheek. “I think... they confused me with someone else... They said: 'Tell Peacecraft they'd kill the next one if he didn't hand himself over.” He broke off with a cough. “But... I don't know anyone by that name.” “Bloody hell.” Zechs dropped to his knees. “Forgive me.” All eyes turned to the blond and Wufei knelt before him. “Zechs? Who is Peacecraft?” He looked to Wufei. “My real name is Milliardo Peacecraft, first and only son of Lorenzo Peacecraft, ruler of the Sanq Kingdom.” He looked to Quatre, brows drawing together. “I'm sorry,” he whispered. “So terribly sorry.” Sirens echoed in the distance, drawing nearer as the others took in the newly revealed prince's horrified expression. TBC...
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