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"Worlds Apart"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, AU, Non consensual Pairings: 1x5, 2x4 (eventually) Summary: Duo meets a stranger and falls head over
heels, but Quatre is hesitant to jump into a relationship with the
braided man for reasons he won't say. "Worlds Apart" “Where are you going?” He glanced over his shoulder to Wufei. “Out.” He pursed his lips. “This is dangerous, Quatre.” “I know.” He sighed. “Just... be careful.” He nodded and made the quick trip to the grocery store, hiding outside until he saw Duo go in. He bit his lip as he watched the brunette move through the aisles. He was torturing himself, plain and simple. The braided man lived in a world far removed from his own. He'd lived on the streets but come out clean. There was no way anything could come of a friendship with Duo. He clenched a fist over his chest. But that didn't stop him from wanting it. “He asks about you.” Quatre jumped and turned to the woman who worked the afternoon shift. He licked his lips. “He shouldn't.” She tilted her head to the side. “Are you in some kind of trouble, honey?” He shook his head. “No, but he and I are worlds apart.” “You seem like a nice young man.” He gave her a smile, sure he hadn't quite kept the sadness from his eyes. “Years ago I was.” He looked back to where he'd last seen Duo and found the braided man staring at him. His breath caught in his chest. “Why don't you go talk to him? Maybe you two aren't as different as you think.” He grunted. “Trust me, we are.” Nevertheless, his feet carried him across the aisles until he was standing several feet in front of Duo. “Hi.” “Hi. My friends are sorry they scared you off the other day.” He took a breath, eyes dropping to Duo's buggy. A small smile came to his lips as he saw his healthy and economically friendly purchases. His brows drew together and he shook his head. “Duo, I'm sorry for leading you on. I didn't mean to. It's just been so long since I talked to someone who didn't... know me. It was nice.” Duo frowned. “I don't understand.” Quatre swallowed. “I know, and I'm sorry, but I can't tell you. It's best if we don't talk to each other any more.” “But... I like you, Quatre.” The blond fought valiantly against the storm of emotion rising up in his chest. “I like you, too, but we can't have anything.” “Why?” “I can't tell you.” He released a breath. “This was a bad idea.” He turned to leave and Duo grabbed his arm. “Please, don't run off again. Come have dinner with me.” Quatre felt his resolve weakening at the pleading look in Duo's eyes. “All right, but just dinner.” Duo smiled and moved to the register to pay. They stepped outside carrying his groceries and Duo glanced to him. “Where'd you park?” Quatre shook his head. “I don't have a car.” “So you live near here?” Quatre didn't bother to answer as they loaded the bags in the trunk of Duo's car. The braided man sighed. “Sorry.” Quatre sent him a small smile. “I'm the one making things difficult.” Duo got in the car and watched as Quatre sat. “I'll just drop these off at home and take a quick shower. Where would you like to eat?” “Anywhere is fine.” Quatre stared out his window, wondering what the hell he thought he was doing. He felt like he was sullying Duo's car just by sitting in the passenger seat. What would the braided man say if he found out? He'd probably kick him out of the car. “How did you survive on the streets?” he asked suddenly, not sure what prompted the question. Duo glanced over briefly. “Picked pockets mostly. There was a group of us. Why?” “Just curious.” Quatre could never have made it like that. He didn't have a group. He'd fallen to the streets too late in his childhood to quickly acquire the skills he would need to be able to pick pockets. And no one stepped up to take him under their wing. He'd fallen into prostitution when he was propositioned. His first experience with sex had been a blow job for fifty dollars. He pulled out of his thoughts as Duo parked in front of a nice apartment building. Quatre climbed out of the car and helped him take the groceries upstairs. He paced the living room while Duo was in the shower, wondering at the brunette's level of trust. He didn't know Quatre, not really. He could rob him blind while he was in the shower. He moved to the wall and looked over the collage of pictures. The main people in the pictures were Trowa and Heero, but there were a few others. A blond girl next to a tall blond man, his hair several shades lighter. On closer inspection, he guessed them to be siblings. There were several pictures of Duo with a girl with short dark hair. “Hilde.” He glanced over his shoulder to see Duo unpinning his braid from the pile atop his head. “I wash it every other day.” He nodded toward the picture. “Hilde was at the orphanage when I got there, we've been friends ever since.” “How did you meet Heero and Trowa?” “I knew Heero from high school. He's a couple years older than I am and he kinda took me under his wing. He helped me get the job at the garage. Trowa works there, too.” “Oh.” He looked back to the wall of memories. He'd lost everything after his father died. He didn't even have one picture to commemorate his childhood. He swallowed. “Are you ready to go?” “Yeah.” Quatre shoved his misgivings aside as Duo drove them to a restaurant and decided to simply enjoy himself. It wasn't like a situation like this came around every day, and he'd make sure it never happened again. The simple taste of getting out only causing it to hurt worse when he had to go back to the streets. He savored every bite of the steak and laughed as Duo joked about different things. “It's all so easy for you, isn't it?” It slipped out of his mouth before he could think better of it. “I'm sorry, I didn't...” Duo appraised him, a small, sad smile coming to his lips. “But it's hard for you, isn't it? Why?” Quatre gazed at him for a moment before dropping his eyes to the table. “I... When my father died, we were in terrible debt. Everything was sold to cover it. I lived with an old aunt for a while, but she couldn't really take care of herself and I didn't know what to do with her. I was just a kid. She wound up going to a nursing home and I... I got left behind with no where to go.” “So you wound up on the streets,” Duo surmised. He nodded. “Yeah.” “But you're off the streets now, right?” A rueful smile twisted his lips. “Yeah.” His cell rang and he gaped as he caught the time. “Shit! Hello?” “Where the hell are you?” He swallowed. “Having some supper before I go to work.” He was silent for a long moment. “Alone?” He chewed his lip. “No.” “Damn it, Quatre. You're playing with fire here. How do you think he'll react if he founds out the truth? You think he'll sweep you off your feet and pull you from the streets?” Quatre clenched his teeth. “No. I think I'm having a nice meal in a nice restaurant and I want to take advantage of it for once.” Wufei sighed. “Are you coming out tonight?” “Yeah, I'll be there soon.” He hung up and looked to Duo. “I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to cut this short.” “Late for work?” He nodded. “Yeah, I lost track of the time.” He threw some money on the table to cover his meal. “It was nice, Duo. Thank you.” He stood. “Wait. I'll give you a lift.” He shook his head. “No, that's all right.” He left the restaurant, taking back streets to get to his apartment and get changed. He knew the dinner wouldn't last forever, but putting on the tiny shorts and making himself look more appealing to go pick up some random trick after spending time with Duo left a foul taste in his mouth. He reached the corner feeling a little more than angry. Wufei took one look at him and sighed. “Is it too late for you?” He ground his teeth. “No. I can let him go.” He pulled him into his arms. “I'm sorry, Quatre.” He released a slow breath. “Me, too.” ****** Heero wasn't normally one to go to the seedier side of town, but he had an acquaintance who he'd promised to get a part to. He glanced briefly to the homeless and prostitutes that scattered the streets and wondered what it was that drove a person to sell themselves. He glanced down at the address again and finally admitted to himself that he was lost. He pulled over and rolled down his window. A Chinese man pushed from the wall he leaned against and crossed to the car. Heero took in the scandalous attire as the man leaned in his window. “What are you looking for?” On closer inspection, he found the man far too attractive to be walking the streets. He held up the paper. “1940 Friendly Way.” The man gave him a sultry smirk. “Oh, you aren't looking for... entertainment?” “No, just dropping off a part.” Obsidian eyes raked over him. “Shame.” He quirked an eyebrow. “Why do you sell yourself?” The question was out before he thought about it. “I'm sorry, that's none of my business.” The man appraised him for a moment. “Tell you what, I'll get you there for thirty bucks. Fifty and I'll answer your question.” Heero, for the life of him, would never know why he even considered the proposition, much less take him up on it. “All right.” He climbed in with a smile and extended his hand. “Dragon.” “Heero.” He nodded. “Take a left on the first street up here.” He settled firmly into the comfortable seat. “My father kicked me out of the house when I was sixteen because I told him I was gay. I didn't have any experience with work. I met up with some of the girls and they said there were some johns looking for a more masculine lay.” He shrugged. “I've been doing it ever since.” “But... you're older now. Surely you can get a job.” He shook his head. “Too many people know me around here. No one will hire me.” “So move.” He quirked an eyebrow. “On what money? Everything I make goes into bills, food, and clothes.” And the charge they had to pay in order to work the busiest corner. “Take a right.” Heero glanced to the other Asian. “Don't you want out?” He grunted. “Of course I do. No one in their right mind would want to spread their legs for random people as long as the price is right.” “How much do you charge?” Dragon quirked an eyebrow. “Interested?” “Curious.” He raised a shoulder. “A hundred for a hand job, two for a blow job, and three for sex.” “Vivian got a lot more in Pretty Woman.” Dragon snorted. “It was a movie. Besides, there are very few in this town who could afford to pay that much. I did have a regular who paid me five hundred, but his wife found out so I haven't seen him in a few weeks.” Heero frowned slightly. “Doesn't that bother you? Sleeping with married men?” He sighed and looked out the window. “Yeah, but what can I do? I need to eat and keep a roof over my head. Take a left.” Heero did as told and looked over the street numbers. He parked outside of the house. “I'll be right back.” “You're awfully trusting. I could drive off in your car while your back is turned.” “And I'll be able to give the police a very accurate description of you.” Wufei smirked and waited as Heero jogged up to the house with a box he'd had in the backseat. He handed it over and returned to the car. “Thank you for not stealing my car.” He laughed. “You're quite welcome.” As he studied the man, he found himself wishing he was interested in a little more than directions and talking. “Are you sure I can't interest you? Have you ever had sex with a professional?” Heero gazed at him. “I'll be honest, if we met under different circumstances, I wouldn't hesitate to ask you out, but it just seems wrong to pay for something like that.” Wufei leaned over, putting his hand on Heero's thigh suggestively. “I'll give you half price and wave the fifty dollars.” Heero licked his lips, sorely tempted. He looked out the windshield and away from the deep obsidian eyes. No matter what his voice and facial expression said, there was a deep hurt in his eyes, hidden by a mask of seduction. “That would be even worse.” “How so?” “It... cheapens you.” Wufei released a slow breath. “I am cheap, Heero.” He started the car and turned around. Wufei resigned himself that the transaction just wasn't going to go the way he wanted. “You're different.” “I like to think so.” “Then... it would be different.” His mind was screaming at him that this was dangerous. Even more so than Quatre's dalliance with Duo. He had a feeling Heero was probably a very... caring lover. The last thing he needed was to know what 'making love' might feel like. But, at the same time, watching Quatre struggle had awakened his own hatred for his life and that desire for something more was steadily growing. He bit his lip as Heero passed the corner where he'd picked him up. He glanced to the brunette and Heero sighed. “You'd try the patience of a saint.” His lips raised in the corners. “And you're not a saint?” “Not hardly.” They sat in silence, Wufei's eyes widening as Heero pulled into one of the more expensive hotels. “Wait, you don't need to go here. It's too much.” Heero shook his head. “I'm not risking bedbugs.” Wufei felt his heart hammering in his chest as Heero parked. “You go get us checked in and call me and tell me what room.” Heero leaned over the back seat and pulled out a pair of coveralls. “If it bothers you, put this on.” Wufei nodded and pulled them on. “It should bother you.” Heero shrugged. “I never come to this part of town.” Wufei hung back a bit as Heero got them checked in and followed him up to the room, wondering if he wasn't making the biggest mistake of his life. Heero turned to face him as the door shut. “Now what? I'm not exactly used to this.” Wufei shook off his nerves and put on his game face. He slid the coveralls from his lithe frame and moved sensuously toward the other man. “A few rules. I don't do bondage or S&M. I'll role play, but only to a certain extent. No pulling my hair and no marks.” “Marks?” He smirked. “Later johns won't appreciate proof that they're not my first client for the night. They know, of course, but it helps with keeping up the pretense.” “Do you normally have more than one customer a night?” He put his hands to Heero's jacket and slid it from his shoulders. “Two or three sometimes. It fluctuates.” Heero cupped his hand to his face. “Can I kiss you, Dragon?” He started. He'd never been asked that before. They usually just pounced. He had to swallow to wet his suddenly dry mouth. Why did such a simple question effect him so badly? “Yes.” He pressed his lips to the smaller Asian's softly. He repeated the act several times before swiping his tongue along the soft lips in request. They parted and he slipped his tongue inside to slowly caress Dragon's. Slender hands ran up his arms and draped over his shoulder. Heero held the other's lips in the languid kiss until a small whimper escaped the back of the other's throat. He pulled away. “Dragon?” He closed his eyes briefly before meeting sapphire. He licked his lips. “Wufei.” Heero smiled. “Are you all right, Wufei?” “I'm thinking... this may be a mistake.” Heero instantly stepped back and Wufei could have cried from the earnest desire in the other man's eyes to follow his wishes. He raised his hand to Heero's chest. “I've never slept with anyone out of desire,” he whispered. “Show me what that's like.” Heero nodded and gently laid Wufei on the bed. It was everything Wufei had never had. Slow and passionate, sweet and tender. Heero laid kisses to every inch of skin he found. He took more time to stretch Wufei than both knew was necessary. He gently guided Wufei to one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had and only afterwards found his own. Wufei came out of the bathroom and stared down at the sleeping man with a heaviness in his chest. The full three hundred dollars was lying on the nightstand where Heero had set it before going to take a shower. Wufei sat on the end of the bed and raised his hand to brush the chocolate bangs from his forehead. “In some way, I wish I'd never met you.” He pushed from the bed and stared at the money before leaning down to lay a kiss on Heero's temple. “Thank you for showing me what it should be,” he whispered. He left the money on the nightstand, minus fifty dollars. He'd charge Heero for directions and conversation, but there was no way he could charge him for what they'd shared. He took a cab back to the corner and found Quatre waiting. “Where have you been?” He swallowed. “Playing the hypocrite.” “What?” He leaned against the wall. “All he wanted was directions. He was so... different. Quatre, he knew what I was. He said he would have asked me out under different circumstances, but that paying for me would cheapen who I am.” The blond's brows drew together. “What happened?” He shook his head slowly, face a mask of awe. “He made love to me.” He closed his eyes, shivering at the memory of Heero inside him. “It was so different. I'd offered half-price, but he left three hundred on the nightstand and fell asleep. “I couldn't take it.” He looked to Quatre. “I know what you meant when you said he 'saw you'.” Quatre sighed. “We've outgrown this, Wufei.” “That doesn't tell us how to get out of it, though. It's hard enough with Bruce taking half of everything we earn.” Quatre leaned his shoulder to the wall. “We try to get more tricks, save up as much as we can, and more. Then we can move.” “Move? Where? I didn't think you'd want to leave Duo.” “But you said-” “Forget what I said.” He turned his full attention to the blond. “I want what he showed me, and I know you're dying to return Duo's feelings.” Quatre sighed. “No matter what happens, we stick together, okay?” Wufei glanced to him briefly as an unfamiliar car pulled up to the curb. “We'll do whatever it takes to get out of here.” TBC.....
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