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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"
Wufei watched as Precious crossed to the car. She'd been in the business for the better part of ten years and was one of Bruce's favorites. She brought him at least two thousand a week, half of which she got to keep. It really irritated him that Bruce seemed to expect the same amount from him and Quatre, but most men preferred women. There was no way Wufei could return as much profit, especially since he'd lost Treize. That was a huge let-down. Treize always paid extra that Wufei didn't have to account for. Precious straightened and looked to him. “This one's yours.” He breathed a sigh of relief and crossed to the car, throwing on a sultry smile. “Hi, swee-” He cut off abruptly as he saw the driver. “Heero?” He nodded. “I just... wanted to see you.” Wufei shook his head. “No matter what we do, I'd have to charge you.” “I tried to pay full price last time. You were the one who refused it.” His brows drew together. “I don't want you to become one of them.” Heero shook his head. “I won't.” He stared at Heero for several minutes. “Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to return to this after you? It took me days to make a decent amount. And that wasn't enough.” Heero frowned. “Take the money this time. I'm not out to use you. I just want to be with you. If I have to pay for that... I will.” Wufei got in the car, jaw set. “What do you want then?” “To talk. I won't cheapen you by paying for sex. You're priceless.” He closed his eyes. “Don't say stuff like that.” “Why? You're smart and strong. I'm no better than you. I was just dealt a better hand than you were.” Wufei looked to Heero. “It's that simple for you?” He stopped at a red light and glanced over. “Yes. Would you be what you are now if you had another option?” Wufei's brows drew together. “It was the best option for me to survive. It was either give or be taken without choice. I don't like the idea of giving when I don't intend it.” Heero stared hard out of the windshield. “Have you been raped?” Wufei grunted softly. “Several times. What does it matter? I'm a whore.” He stared out the window, eyes lifeless. “No one cares what happens to us.” “I care.” Wufei looked at him. “You'd be the first.” Heero shook his head. “Maybe the first you've met, but definitely not the first who cared. I have a friend who sees all people as equals, no matter where they were born or raised.” “Verbally, I'm sure he cares, but-” “No, he was raised on the streets. He barely kept himself from having to do what you do thanks to his street-gang. He doesn't judge anyone, and neither do I.” Wufei's brows drew together. “Well, people like you and him are few and far between. Most people think we do this because we want to.” Heero drove to the same hotel he'd taken Wufei to before and got out. He grabbed a long coat from the trunk and held it up. Wufei slid into it and followed the other man inside. Heero bypassed the counter, having already checked in. When they reached the room, Wufei sat on the foot of the bed and looked up to Heero. “You could easily find someone respectable, you know. Why me?” Heero knelt in front of him and gazed up into the velvet, obsidian eyes. “You're worth more than this.” He gripped Wufei's hands. “There's more to you than just the streets.” Wufei's breath caught in his throat. “There used to be,” he whispered, “but that died with my innocence years ago.” His lips quirked in a sarcastic smirk. “I was once something of a scholar. I read every book I could get my hands on. I had a good life. Went to the finest schools, lived in a large home.” He swallowed. “I didn't think my father would handle me coming out very well, but if I'd known he'd kick me to the curb I never would have told him.” “How long have you been doing this?” “Seven years.” Heero's brows drew together. “I'm sorry.” Wufei smiled sadly. “There's nothing for you to be sorry for. You didn't turn me into what I am.” He pulled one hand free to run through careless chocolate locks. “You deserve better than me. Better than this ugly part of the world.” Heero raised up and took his lips in a soft kiss. “So do you,” he whispered against his lips. Wufei's eyes stung and he pulled Heero closer, deepening the kiss. Passion raged through him like a fire, fanned by the tenderness of the man who pushed him back to the bed and settled over him. Wufei had never wanted someone so badly as he did the Japanese man. “Please, take me.” Heero raised up to his forearms. “Just tell me it isn't for the money.” His vision wavered and he felt hot moisture slide from the corners of his eyes to his temples. Heero brushed the tears away with his thumbs. Wufei swallowed passed the knot in his throat. “I wouldn't take the money if I didn't have to. I just... want you.” Heero nodded and gripped the hem of his tight black t-shirt. Wufei raised slightly and allowed it to be pulled over his head. He stared at the ceiling as Heero kissed down his chest, gasping as his nipples were teased to hardness. It was so strange to lay and accept the actions that were normally his responsibility. Heero's tongue dipped into his navel as nimble fingers worked at his shorts. He looked down as Heero slid the skimpy shorts down his legs, lips trailing kisses down his thighs. The Japanese man sat back on his heels and pulled off his own shirt. He slid to the floor to remove his pants and boxers and crawled back on the bed to lay on his side beside Wufei. He brushed the backs of his fingers across Wufei's cheek and lowered to kiss him gently. Wufei closed his eyes, pulling Heero to lay between his legs. They kissed for what felt like hours, slowly working the passion to a height Wufei had never known. He sat up only to grab a tube of lube and condom from his shorts. He handed both to Heero and laid back down, spreading himself open for the man who was rearranging his entire world. Heero coated his fingers and stretched Wufei slowly, the same as he'd done the last time. More tears dripped from obsidian eyes, but Heero knew they were due to emotions and not physical pain. He leaned down to gently kiss closed lids as he unrolled the condom over himself and coated it with lube. He pushed in and slender hands ran through his hair and over his back as they began a slow rhythm. “Heero,” Wufei gasped as the man aimed for his prostate. His entire body thrummed with pleasure like he'd only felt once before. Noises fell from his throat that were in no way manufactured for the benefit of the man inside him. Heero gazed down at the beautiful man beneath him. He wanted to steal him from the underworld and bring him to his own. He never wanted to relinquish him to another. He snaked a hand between their joined bodies and cupped Wufei's length. His back arched and he moaned softly, slitting his eyes open to gaze up at Heero. The hunger in his eyes was far deeper than the lust Wufei had seen in other tricks and he choked on a sob, pulling the man more tightly to him. “Please, Heero. Don't... look at me like that.” Tears fell in earnest when he reached orgasm and he cried his release. Heero stiffened inside him and Wufei felt the warmth of his climax through the condom. They collapsed fully to the mattress and Heero pulled out, cuddling Wufei to his chest as he cried. “It's all right,” he soothed. Wufei brought the tears under control and pushed away from Heero slightly, raising up to kiss him. He gazed into deep sapphire eyes. “Thank you.” He shook his head. “I hadn't meant... this isn't all I want.” Wufei swallowed. “I know.” He slid from the bed and grabbed his clothes. “But it's all I can give you,” he said before disappearing into the bathroom. Heero sat up and grabbed his jeans, pulling out his wallet. He pulled out three hundred and left it on the nightstand before leaning his back to the headboard. Ten minutes later Wufei came out of the bathroom and stood beside the bed, gazing down at the money. “Take it,” Heero said softly. Wufei's brows drew together, but he grabbed the payment. Heero gripped his wrist softly. “You're worth more than that.” He pressed his lips together. “I have to go.” Heero nodded. “I'll see you.” He leaned down and left a quick kiss on Heero's lips before all but running from the hotel. ****** Quatre clenched his hands in the sheets, grimacing at the tight hold the man had on his hips. “Hon, remember when I said no marks? Any tighter and you're going to bruise me.” The punch to the back of his head caught him off guard and the man began pounding into him brutally. “Hey! Not so rough!” He pressed his face to the pillow to muffle a cry as he felt himself tear. After several more painful thrusts, the man came and pulled out. Quatre fell to his side. “What is your-” The john grabbed his arm tight enough to bruise and began raining punches down on his face and chest. He screamed for help, knowing Bruce kept bodyguards close to them while they were working, but no one came. The john never said a word as he beat the frail blond, venting an anger Quatre didn't understand. When he was finished, he stood and tossed three hundred dollars on the bed. “Nice doing business with you, Angel.” Quatre lay motionless as the man left, gasping painfully. He raised a trembling hand to his mouth and wiped blood from his busted lips. He pushed up to his hands and groaned at the pounding ache in his head, face, and chest. He crawled down the bed, collecting the money and grimacing as blood slid down his thighs. He fell to his stomach and grabbed his clothes from the floor at the foot of the bed. He rolled to his side and held his clothes to his chest as he tried to function through the pain. He sucked in a breath and forced himself to sit up and get dressed. ****** “You're late,” Duo said when Heero came into the bar. “I had an errand to run.” He raised an eyebrow. “An errand?” Trowa studied the Japanese man. “You went to see him, didn't you?” He leaned his elbows on the counter and called for a drink. “Yeah.” Trowa sighed. “Are you sure that was wise?” He sipped his drink when it was placed before him, eyes glued to the counter. “He cried.” “What?” Duo asked. “He hates his life. He doesn't want to do what he does. Something so simple as a kiss made him cry. He was sobbing by the time we were done.” Duo shook his head. “This is dangerous, Heero. Not just for you but for him, as well. More so if he has a pimp.” Heero sighed. “I know, but I can't seem to get him out of my system.” “Or off your mind,” Trowa said softly. “Never thought I'd see the day you fell this hard for someone.” He grunted. “I wouldn't say I've fallen for him. I hardly know him, but I hate that defeated look in his eyes.” He stared down into his drink. “His father kicked him out when he told him he was gay. He's been selling himself to get by ever since.” “How long?” Duo asked. “Seven years.” Duo drained his drink. “That's a long time. People get used to the streets, become a part of them. It takes a long time to come back from that.” “You did just fine.” He snorted a laugh. “It took me a couple of years to get used to living at the orphanage and following their rules. It wasn't easy.” He ordered another drink. “When I first got to the orphanage, I slept under the bed for months. Everything was too open and I felt exposed. I was always an early riser, had to hit the streets to catch all the people going to work. So getting up early didn't bother me, but I hated going to school and sitting for hours on end.” He smiled his thanks when the bartender put a fresh drink in front of him. “You develop a certain persona on the streets. Never show weakness. No matter how much you want to break down, you keep it together until you're alone.” He looked to Heero. “You're breaking his mask and that's dangerous if he can't slip it back on.” Heero studied his friend. “You're telling me to stay away from him.” Duo released a breath. “It would be best for both of you. Getting kids off the streets is one thing. Pulling adult hookers off the streets is another. They don't trust anyone and for good reason. A lot of them get into the mindset that it's all they're good for. Sooner or later it comes to a point where they don't see how they could ever be anything else and they just give up. A lot of them get hooked on drugs just to make it through the nights.” Heero shook his head. “He doesn't do drugs. I'm sure of that.” “He told you?” “No, but I can tell.” Duo took a long drink. “Just be careful, Heero.” ****** Wufei looked to his watch. “How long ago did you say he left?” Precious chewed her lips. “Before I took my last job. At least three hours ago.” “Something's wrong.” She shook her head. “We don't know that, Dragon. Don't worry, you know Bruce wouldn't let anything bad happen to him.” He ground his teeth. “I'm not so sure of that. Bruce isn't too happy with us right now.” “Why not?” “A couple of weeks ago I didn't take money from a john.” She gaped at him. “Why?” He dropped his eyes to the ground and raised a shoulder. “He made love to me, Precious.” She shook her head. “You didn't let him take you bareback, did you?” “Of course not, but it was so... different.” Her eyes narrowed. “That was him, the first one of the night, wasn't it?” He nodded. “Did he pay you this time?” “Yes.” “Then he's just like all the others. Put him out of your head.” Wufei didn't bother to argue. Heero was different, but he'd never convince Precious of that. She glanced down the street and squinted slightly before her eyes widened. “Shit! Is that Angel?” Wufei spun to see a form limping toward them. They ran toward the blond and he all but collapsed into Wufei's arms, unable to hold back a soft whimper of pain. “I...” he whispered in a strangled voice. He raised bruised, swelling eyes to Wufei. “I'm sorry.” He clenched his teeth. “What's the point in paying for protection if you don't get it?” He shifted Quatre to better support him. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.” The trek up to their apartment was slow going and by the time they moved into the living room, Quatre was panting for breath and trying to keep from blacking out. Wufei stripped his clothes and sat Quatre in the shower. He went to their bedrooms and grabbed fresh clothes before returning to the bathroom. “How bad is it?” he asked as he stripped his own clothes and knelt behind him. Quatre reached for the shampoo and Wufei took it from him, lathering up his hair. “How bad?” he repeated. He sighed. “He was a little rough at first, but not that bad.” He closed his eyes at the soothing sensation of Wufei's hands in his hair. “I don't know what I did to set him off. He got off and then started beating me.” He cleared his throat. “It isn't too bad, bruising and strained muscles mostly, but I won't be able to work for a week at least.” Obsidian eyes narrowed. “Did he tear you?” “A little.” “Shit.” He rinsed Quatre's hair and lathered up a washcloth, running it carefully over the bruised skin. Quatre opened his eyes and stared at the wall, numb mind slowly starting to come to life as Wufei cleaned him up. The man could have killed him. He shivered as the fear he'd felt finally bled out and closed his eyes. “Are you okay?” “He hurt me,” he whispered in shock. Wufei rinsed him off and turned off the water, grabbing for a towel. “I know.” Quatre gripped his arms as Wufei wrapped the towel around him. “No one came.” Wufei tightened his arms around his trembling friend. “I'm sorry.” Quatre fought against the tears. He hadn't cried since his first year on the streets. He took deep breaths. “Fei... I...” He rested his cheek atop Quatre's head, swallowing against the lump in his throat. “Don't make me cry for a second time tonight,” he said in a rough voice. Quatre closed his eyes. “What happened?” “He came back.” Blond brows drew together. There was only one person who he could think of that would bother Wufei coming back, the john who made him feel loved. “I want out, Wufei. I can't do this any more.” Wufei sighed and stood, pulling the blond to his feet. He dried him off and sat him on the toilet lid. “Tell me how and we're gone.” He pulled a shirt over Quatre's head. “Feet up.” Quatre lifted his feet for Wufei to slide the sweatpants up his shins. He stood and pulled them all the way up. “I made seven hundred tonight. You?” “Eight.” Quatre licked his lips. “That's fifteen hundred. Let's pack up whatever we want to keep and go to the other side of town. We'll get a hotel room and hide out for a few days.” Wufei met his eyes. “And then what?” “Try to get jobs.” “You have to at least have a GED for most places. And any job where you don't need one won't pay enough for us live off of. Not to mention Bruce would send his goons out to bring us back and it'll only make things worse in the end.” He sighed and stood, pulling on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. He helped the blond to his bedroom and laid him down. “Get some rest.” Quatre reached for him as he made to rise. “Stay with me?” He nodded and laid down beside him, staring at the wall for a long moment. “I'm not trying to be mean, Quatre. I want out as badly as you do. It just... hurts too much to think about it when I don't see a way out.” “I know, Fei.” TBC....
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