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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" Trowa stepped into the ER waiting room and the others jumped up. He held up his hand to stall any questions. “His shoulder was dislocated but they got it back in place and his ribs are bruised, other than that it's mainly bruises and lacerations. They wanted to keep him overnight for observation, but he demanded to go home, so they're releasing him.” Zechs sighed in relief. “Thank goodness.” Wufei looked to the blond. “What's going on, Zechs? Who were those guys?” He shook his head. “The less you know, the better.” His brows drew together as he gazed at the Asian. “I wish we had more time, but it's best if we part ways now.” “I don't think so. You're coming back with us to my place and we're getting some answers.” “Wufei, that-” “Don't make me handcuff you, Zechs, because I will.” Zechs gaped and Duo nodded with a pout. “He will.” Heero grimaced. “No doubt.” Even Trowa flushed slightly. “He's done it to all of us.” Zechs clenched his teeth and sat back down. “If the warden would kindly alert me when he's ready to leave, I'll wait here.” Wufei tipped his head. “Of course, your highness.” Zechs flinched and dropped his eyes to the floor. “Don't call me that.” Wufei sat next to the blond, rubbing his forehead. “I'm sorry. “Why don't you guys take my car and go on to your house?” Trowa asked Wufei before looking to Duo. “Can I borrow your car? We'll meet up with you.” Wufei looked up to Trowa. “All right.” He stood and looked down to Zechs. “Come on.” The blond stood silently and followed Wufei from the emergency room, gaze immediately alert as they stepped outside. Duo handed his keys to Trowa. “Sure you don't want us to stay?” He shook his head. “We'll be fine.” “'Kay.” When they reached the house, Zechs closed the blinds and curtains on all the windows and paced the living room, eyes staring at the floor. Wufei sighed and went into the kitchen, returning to the living room with a glass of scotch. He sat Zechs on the sofa and handed him the drink. “To calm your nerves.” “Thank you.” They waited for the better part of an hour before Trowa showed up with Quatre leaning heavily against him. He sat his lover in the recliner and cupped his bruised cheek. “Do you need anything?” “No, I'm fine.” Zechs finished his second drink in one gulp and looked down to his hands. “I'm sorry.” Wufei sighed. “What's going on?” He moved his hands as he raised his head, bracing his chin on the back of his laced fingers. “I... When I was seven years old, Treize woke me in the middle of the night and said we had to leave the palace. As we reached the tunnels beneath the palace, I heard screams and explosions. I begged to go back for my parents and Relena, but he wouldn't let me. He said they were taken care of.” He swallowed and wet his lips. “We came out at the river where his parents were waiting and I saw flames destroying my home, but my parents and Relena weren't there.” He shook his head. “I was too young to understand the unrest between Sanq and a neighboring country. Ours was a small but flourishing nation... pacifists. “From what I was told, the takeover was complete.” He shook his head, clenching his right fist in his shirt over his chest. “But they won't stop hunting me.” “What about Relena?” Quatre asked softly. “They're not interested in her. Just me.” Wufei frowned. “Why?” He pressed his lips to a fine line and Wufei glared at him, grabbing his shirt and jerking him until their faces were inches from each other. “One of my friends got the hell beat out of him.” “I'm sorry.” He shook his head. “I'm not blaming you. I'm saying I need all the information. I can't protect you and everyone else if I don't know what they're after. I like you, Zechs... more than I probably should.” “Wufei-” “I love you, damn it.” Pale blue eyes flew wide. “Don't say that.” “Why? Because you don't love me? That's fine. But that doesn't change-” Zechs put a fingertip to Wufei's lips. “Who said I didn't love you?” Wufei smiled softly, but it quickly faded. “Why do they want you? To kill you?” He closed his eyes and dropped his chin to his chest. “No. They want me alive.” “Why?” “Because I have something they want.” He looked back to Wufei. “I can't say any more. I'm sorry, Wufei.” “We have a friend with the FBI. I'm sure she could-” “No,” Zechs cut Trowa off. “No authorities.” He raised an eyebrow. “Wufei and I are the authorities.” Zechs' brows drew together and he looked up to Trowa. If the auburn haired detective was going to take that stance on it, then Zechs didn't see that he had any choice. He stood and looked down to Wufei. “I'm sorry, but I won't risk anyone else being hurt because of me.” “You'll just keep running?” He clenched his fists. “No, I'll do what I should have done all along: fight.” “Alone?” “It's for the best.” Wufei grabbed Zechs' arm and yanked him back to the sofa, folding his arms around him and burying his face in the blond's shoulder. “You know how it feels to lose someone important to you. Don't you care about how I'll feel if you die? That's selfish, Zechs. I realize you've lost a lot; so have I. I was an arrogant son of a bitch. I thought I could get by in life just fine on my own.” He leaned back to meet wide blue eyes. “It took losing my father to learn how to be a good son. These guys taught me that friends aren't a weakness and it's okay to lean on them when I need to. You're a part of this group now, whether you like it or not.” Zechs gazed at him helplessly before chuckling. “You're still an arrogant son of of bitch.” Wufei smirked. “But now I'm charming as opposed to irritating.” “That's debatable.” Zechs sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “What is it you want from me?” he asked quietly. “I want you to let me help keep you safe. I want you to let me love you. I want you to enjoy life without having to keep looking over your shoulder.” Zechs pressed his lips to a fine line, the tense silence in the room was oppressive as the blond thought. Finally, pale blue eyes raised. “And what do you propose we do?” Wufei looked to Trowa. The taller cop nodded and pulled out his cell. “It's Barton... You know that favor you owe me?... I'm calling it in. We need to meet with you tomorrow morning... Yeah, that'll be fine. And have security tight... We have a royal guest in need of protection.” Zechs looked back to Wufei. “If you get yourself killed, I'll never forgive you.” He smiled. “Trust me, Zechs.” He sighed. “I do. It's just...” He trailed off, fist gripping his shirt. Wufei frowned slightly as he noticed a chain around the blond's neck. “What are you holding?” His hand instantly released. “It's nothing.” Wufei raised a hand to Zechs' neck and hooked a finger under the silver chain. Blue eyes closed as the detective pulled the pendant free from its hiding place beneath his shirt. Obsidian eyes studied the triangular shaped pendant. “It's beautiful,” he whispered. “My family's crest. It's all I have left of who I once was,” Zechs said softly. Raven colored brows drew together. “I'm sorry.” Zechs smiled sadly and allowed the Asian to pull him into a hug. “It has been a difficult life.” “I can't even begin to imagine how you must feel, Zechs, but I'm here for you.” “We're all here for you,” Quatre said. “They struck me first because they saw me as the weakest. My injuries would have been a lot worse if not for the fact I'm proficient in martial arts. They didn't leave because they were done with me. They left because at least three of them had broken arms and another a broken leg.” He frowned. “I don't like fighting, but I will if I have to. All of us will. None of us are pushovers so you don't have to worry.” “Treize wasn't a pushover, either. A bullet can easily kill the strongest of people.” Duo nodded. “We're aware of the risks. Heero and I have had to fight our way out of some serious shit in the past. The streets taught me how to take care of myself and Heero can bend steel with his bare hands.” Zechs raised an eyebrow but the Asian merely shrugged, neither disputing nor confirming the claim. Trowa crossed to his lover when he saw Quatre yawn. “Ready for bed?” “Yeah.” He allowed Trowa to pull him to his feet. “Goodnight, guys.” “Night,” Duo called, jumping to his own feet. “Come on, Heero.” He stood and looked to Wufei. “Take our normal room. It's the easiest to escape from, just in case.” Wufei nodded and Zechs quirked an eyebrow. “Normal room?” “We crash here sometimes,” Duo answered. “Oh.” Wufei stood and held out his hand, rolling his eyes as the blond just stared at it. “Don't worry, I won't threaten your virtue.” Zechs grunted softly and took the hand. Wufei released it once he was on his feet and Zechs followed the Asian upstairs and into a guest bedroom. The detective crossed to the corner where an armchair sat and began undressing. After removing his shirt and kicking off his shoes, he frowned and looked to Zechs who stood in the middle of the room. “Are you planning on sleeping fully dressed?” “There's only one bed.” He snorted and pulled his pants off, turning his back to the blond as he bent over. Zechs found his eyes traveling down the well-muscled body before quickly tearing his gaze from the firm behind covered with black boxer-briefs. Wufei tossed his pants over the back of the chair. “I already said I wouldn't try anything. Just take your shirt and pants off and sleep in your underwear.” Fair skin flushed slightly. “That won't work.” “Why not?” He looked to the side. “I don't wear underwear.” Wufei stared at the blond for a long moment, eyes trailing down the tall, lean frame. He took a slow breath and crossed to the blond, wrapping a lock of his hair around his finger. “I wish you weren't so intent on keeping me at arm's length,” he whispered. He moved his hand down Zechs' chest, pulling a small gasp from the other man. “We could be good together.” “I thought you weren't going to try anything,” he said just as quietly. “I won't.” He smirked. “But I wouldn't be opposed to you trying something.” Pale blue eyes narrowed slightly. “You're so sure I want to.” Wufei tilted his head slightly and released his hair from the tight ponytail, allowing it to fall freely about his shoulders. He backed away from the blond and moved seductively toward the bed. He graced Zechs with a sultry smirk over his shoulder as he crawled onto the bed. Zechs groaned, the Chinese man quickly wearing down his restraint and reservations. He climbed onto the bed before he made a conscious decision to do so and pushed Wufei to his back, claiming his lips in a heated kiss. Wufei moaned softly and ran his hands under Zechs' shirt, pulling the blond to lay flush against him. Zechs tore his lips from the Asian's with a gasp when his awakening arousal ground into Wufei's. He gazed down into lust-filled obsidian eyes. “Why are you doing this to me?” “I already told you; because I love you, and I know you at least care for me.” He tugged Zechs' shirt up and over his head, letting his eyes feast on the pale torso before dragging them back up to pale blue eyes. He licked his lips. “Take me, Zechs.” He decided to quit fighting what they both obviously wanted and captured the Asian's lips, instantly lapping at them. Wufei tangled his tongue with Zechs' and ran his hands through silken blond locks before sliding them down to grip the firm ass he found tightly. He swallowed the heavy moan that slipped through the blond's lips and broke the kiss. “Please, Zechs.” He raised up to his elbows and ran the backs of his fingers down Wufei's cheek. “You're above begging.” “I'm not above anything where you're concerned.” His brows drew together and he lowered his eyes to Zechs' chest where his hand was splayed, golden skin contrasting with the pale tone of his soon to be lover. “No one's ever made me feel the way you do,” he confessed. Zechs tilted his head to the side. “You've never been in love before?” He shook his head. “No, not like this.” Zechs smiled, enjoying the slight reprieve from the detective's normally cocky attitude. “I do care about you. Very much.” Wufei slid his hand down Zechs' chest and unzipped his pants. He slipped his hand inside and stroked the heavy length he found. “Then make me yours.” He pressed a tube into the blond's hand. “Where the hell did that come from?” He smirked. “Always be prepared.” Zechs shook his head and slid to the floor, removing his pants and tossing them to the floor. He knelt on the bed and hooked a finger under the hem of Wufei's boxers. “You know, I don't take a lover unless it's forever.” Wufei nodded. “Good, because you're not getting rid of me.” Zechs pulled the underwear down and sat back on his heels, staring down at the compact form beneath him. “You're beautiful.” Wufei smiled. “So are you.” The blond returned the smile as he settled between Wufei's thighs and coated his fingers. “Let me know if I hurt you.” “You won't,” Wufei said with confidence. Zechs kissed him as he pressed one and then two fingers in, scissoring them slowly. Wufei closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being stretched for the first time in quite a while. His back arched when Zechs found and massaged his prostate. “I'm ready, Zechs.” “You sure?” “Shit, yeah.” Zechs chuckled. “Always so crass.” “Would you want me any other way?” “No.” He covered his length with lube and positioned himself at the Asian's entrance. “I love you the way you are.” Wufei kept his breathing even as the blond pushed in slowly. Although far from a virgin, it had been a long time since he'd last been with anyone. Zechs stilled when he was filly encased in the tight heat and dropped his forehead to Wufei's shoulder. “Are you all right?” “Hm.” He trailed his fingers through the blond's hair. “Yeah. Just give me a minute.” Zechs raised up to his elbows and kissed Wufei as both of them adjusted. Wufei broke the kiss and half-lidded eyes met lust-darkened blue. “Love me.” Zechs nodded and began moving in a slow rhythm that Wufei found enjoyable, so he allowed it for several minutes before wrapping his feet around the blond's thighs and pushing up until he sat in Zechs' lap. He captured his lover's lips in a kiss, flexing his inner walls. Zechs groaned heavily and broke from the kiss. “Always in control, huh?” He graced the blond with a sultry smirk. “You won't be complaining when it's over,” he whispered as he began sliding up and down on the rigid length inside him. Zechs gazed up into the exotic face of his lover as Wufei rode him. It was difficult to keep quiet as the pace quickened and they caught errant moans and gasps in each other's mouths. Wufei covered his mouth with the back of his hand and turned his face to the side. Zechs watched Wufei's passion-filled face. He couldn't get enough of the way his brows drew together and his teeth clenched. Couldn't get enough of the way his olive-toned face flushed and his long hair caressed his skin. Soft gasps and heady moans slipped passed the Asian's kiss-swollen lips. Nothing compared to seeing Wufei like that, with the exception of the knowledge that he was the one bringing him to that point. Zechs felt the pressure rising and tore his lips from his lover's. “Wufei... I can't... I...” “Touch me,” Wufei demanded on a breathless whisper. The blond instantly folded his hand around his lover's length and pumped him. Wufei moaned heavily, head falling back as he was stroked inside and out. Hungry lips fell to his lips, lapping and nipping at him as both drew nearer to the edge. He pushed Zechs to lie on his back and increased the pace. Zechs clenched his teeth, groaning softly as he released inside the Asian. Wufei shivered as he felt the blond cum inside him. He moaned softly and wet his lips, panting as Zechs' hand continued to pump him. He clenched his fists in silken, blond locks and a cry escaped him as he came. Zechs watched the pleasure course over the beautiful face and sighed softly. “Damn.” Wufei dropped his forehead to Zechs' shoulder. “What?” “Do you have any idea how you look when you're lost in the throws of passion?” He snorted softly at the wording. “Like anyone else, I guess.” Zechs hooked a finger under Wufei's chin and lifted his face so he could look into half-lidded obsidian eyes. “No. As much as I enjoyed being inside you, watching you was far more... intoxicating than any orgasm I could ever have. You're... far more than beautiful.” A faint blush stole over the Asian's cheeks. “What do you have to gain by saying that?” He shook his head. “Nothing.” Wufei licked his lips and closed his eyes. “Well... shit.” TBC...
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