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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" Duo piled his groceries on the counter. “Has he come in at all?” Marie nodded. “George said he went back to his normal time. Did you two have a falling out?” “Kind of. When does he normally come in?” “Around ten on Tuesdays.” She glanced to him as she dropped his items in a bag. “Are you going to try to see him?” “I don't know. I don't think any good would come of it, but... I miss him.” “Why wouldn't any good come from it?” He shook his head as he pulled out his wallet and handed over forty dollars. “Because I know his type. They're difficult to change.” She frowned. “Why would you want to change him? He's sweet the way he is.” “I didn't mean his personality.” He took his change. “Thank you, Marie.” He left the door and drove home, mind running over the previous weekend. After Wufei had locked himself in his room, Quatre had quite firmly hinted that it was time for Heero and Duo to go. He wouldn't meet Duo's gaze as he shut the door behind them and locked it. He put his groceries away and ate before taking a shower, spending the extra time to wash his hair. By the time it was braided and he was dressed it was almost nine. He stared at the clock, chewing his lip. He took a breath and grabbed his keys. He knew better than this. It was a stupid idea, but he couldn't seem to let Quatre go. He drove to the northern side of town and slowed as he came to one of the more popular corners. He stopped a block away and stared at the group, eyes finding and locking on the blond. He wore shorts that barely reached his thighs and a loose, long sleeved shirt that slid off of one shoulder. Boots covered his legs up to his knees and the bare skin of his thighs were a temptation for any who drove by. Looks were shot his way and Wufei tapped the blond on the shoulder, pointing at Duo's car. He turned it back on and drove to the corner. Quatre moved toward his car as he rolled down his window and the blond leaned in. “What are you doing here?” Duo took in the liner that enhanced his already bright blue eyes and glossed lips. “I miss you.” Quatre released a breath and looked to the side. “Duo, you of all people should understand.” “I do. I'm just torturing myself.” He grunted a laugh and looked back to the braided man. “What do you want?” Duo stared at him. “I'm not sure. Can I pay you to take you to a movie?” He quirked an eyebrow. “I'm not sure I'd know how to charge you for that.” “How much for sex?” “Three hundred.” Duo nodded. “I'll pay you three hundred to watch a movie with me.” Quatre's eyes narrowed as he appraised him. “Are you serious?” “Like I said, I miss you.” Quatre's eyes moved from Duo's face to something on the other side of the street. He swallowed. “I can't, Duo. If you... want sex, I'll give it to you, but I can't go on a date when I'm supposed to be working.” “But-” “Duo, make a decision, this is taking too long.” He clenched his teeth. “Get in.” Quatre started and stared at him. He glanced back to Wufei and waved. The Chinese man pursed his lips. “Be careful.” He nodded and slid into the car. Duo put the car in drive. “Is there any where in particular we should go?” He buckled his seat belt. “Marsha's is the typical motel,” he said in a dull voice. He should have been happy. He was attracted to Duo and he liked him, but something about the brunette paying him for sex made his chest hurt. He waited in the car as Duo went into the front office and tried to put himself in the right frame of mind when dealing with a john. Duo returned and parked the car in front of a room. Quatre climbed out and followed him inside. He moved to Duo and starting unbuckling the brunette's belt. Duo stopped him and he looked up into violet eyes. He shook his head. “I'm not buying sex.” Blond brows drew together. “But-” Duo pulled him to the bed and sat down in the middle of it. “What would it take for you to stop doing this?” Quatre sighed and sat in front of him, pulling one knee to his chest. “Why can't you just let me go? Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?” “I know. The very thing I warned Heero about.” He cupped Quatre's cheek. “But I didn't understand how he felt at the time. Now I do.” “It doesn't matter how you feel, Duo. It doesn't matter how any of us feel. All that matters is reality. After I leave you, I'll go back to the corner and pick up someone else. Nothing you say can change that.” He ground his teeth and his eyes moved over the blond's body almost of their own will. “Have you been with anyone tonight?” He closed his eyes. “Yes.” Duo clenched his fist. “Sex?” He shook his head, brows drawing together. He took a breath and slit his eyes open, gazing at Duo through his lashes. He raised up to his knees and licked his lips. “Don't do this to yourself.” He trailed his hands down Duo's chest, following them with his eyes until he reached the brunette's pants. He peered up at Duo with a sultry pout. “Get your money's worth.” Duo's breath hitched in his throat in a strange mixture of desire and revulsion. “Quat-” “Angel. Call me Angel.” He pressed his lips to Duo's, but the kiss didn't hold the sweetness their other one had. He straddled Duo's thighs and settled in his lap, hand moving over Duo's crotch. He pushed the blond away and crawled off the bed, staring down at Quatre. “Don't cheapen what's between us.” Quatre caught himself on his forearms. His chest felt tight and he gasped for breath, coughing into a spare pillow. It took him several minutes to get his breath back. “Quatre?” He looked up to Duo, heart in his eyes. “What do you want from me?” he whispered, voice breaking. “I want you to be the guy who lectures me on the type of soups I buy. The one who sat through a stupid comedy and grinned like a kid.” His brows drew down. “Or was that all just an act?” Quatre shook his head and pushed up to his hands. “No. I wasn't pretending anything with you.” “Then let me help you get out of this.” He dropped his gaze. “No one gets away from Bruce unless he lets them go.” The truth of that statement hit him like a ton of bricks and he realized that it was now or never. His only chance to have a small taste of something he couldn't allow himself to even hope for. He looked up. “Love me, Duo. Show me what Heero showed Wufei.” Duo gazed at him silently for a long moment before returning to the bed. He cupped his hand to the back of Quatre's neck and kissed him gently. Something in Quatre's chest burst when Duo laid him back on the bed. He raised his leg and unzipped his boot as their tongues caressed. He pulled it off and caught the tube of lube and condoms. Duo raised up to see what he was doing and grabbed the items. He set them on the mattress near Quatre's head. He ground his hips into the blond's, pulling a low moan from him. Quatre gripped the hem of Duo's shirt and pulled it over his head before rolling them over. Fire coursed through him and he wanted to hurry up and slow down at the same time. He couldn't recall a time where he was ever as turned on as he was at that moment. He tossed his own shirt over the side of the bed and leaned down to capture Duo's lips in a passionate kiss. Duo gripped his hips to slow his movements and broke the kiss. “Calm down,” he whispered. “I'm sorry, I just...” Duo smiled softly. “I know.” He ran his hand up Quatre's back in soothing circles. Quatre laid his cheek to Duo's chest and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. They continued rocking slowly together and he ran his hands lightly up Duo's biceps to his shoulders. Duo moved his hands to the small of his back and sat up. He took Quatre's lips in a soft kiss, tangling their tongues together as he unzipped the small shorts. He took off the other boot that still remained in place. Quatre raised up and removed his shorts. He watched as Duo got off the bed and kicked off his shoes and slid his jeans and boxers down. Quatre licked his lips and crawled to the end of the bed. He ran his hands down Duo's chest, meeting his eyes. “Take me,” he whispered. Duo pushed him back to the bed and grabbed the lube. He smoothed his hand up the back of Quatre's thigh and lifted it up. He rubbed his thumb over the puckered entrance before coating his fingers with the lube and stretching. The tenderness with which he did it made Quatre's breath hitch in his throat. He bit his lip and gasped when Duo purposely found and teased his prostate. Duo smiled, caressed Quatre's cheek with the back of his knuckles as surprise washed across the blond's face. “You're trembling,” he said softly. Quatre blushed. “How do you keep doing that?” “What?” “Making me blush.” He laughed softly and grabbed a condom. He slid it on and covered it with lube, positioning himself. “You ready?” “Yeah,” Quatre answered, not sure if he'd ever been asked that before. Duo pressed inside in shallow thrusts until he was fully seated and paused for a moment, taking deep breaths. Quatre tilted his head with a small frown. “What's wrong?” He shook his head. “It's been a while.” “Oh.” He began a slow rhythm. Quatre made a point of leaving out the sounds meant to encourage the johns, but found himself gasping and moaning uncontrollably as Duo made love to him. There was nothing else he could call it. Tension raised in the pit of his stomach and he wrapped his legs more firmly around Duo's waist. He was so hard he hurt and he cried out as Duo gripped his erection, pumping it in a slow rhythm to match the pace of his rocking. Quatre sucked in deep breaths as he was taken by the only man who'd ever looked at him and desired him for more than just his body. Nothing could have prepared him for the intensity, the passion. He'd cum with johns before, but not without putting serious thought and work into it. With Duo, his body was driven closer no matter how much his mind wished it would never end. His back arched and he gripped Duo's shoulders tightly, crying out as he came. Duo fell over the edge when the passage flexed around him, a soft exclamation of love slipping from his lips. Quatre sagged to the bed, gasping for breath. When he caught his breath, Duo raised up to his elbows and looked down at the blond, brushing his bangs from his forehead. Quatre gazed up at him, wonder in his eyes. “Thank you.” Duo nodded and pulled out, laying to his side. Quatre closed his eyes for a moment and sat up. He moved to the side of the bed and slid to the floor. He gathered his clothes and went into the bathroom. He showered quickly and redressed. He raked his hands through his hair and rubbed some of the smudged liner away. He took a deep breath and left the bathroom. Duo was sitting on the foot of the bed in only his jeans. He watched Quatre pull his boots on and tuck the lube and unused condoms back in his boot. He cleared his throat and held out the money, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach. Quatre took it silently and leaned down to lay a kiss on Duo's forehead. “Thank you. It was more than I thought it would be.” Duo looked up to him. “Will... will I see you next Friday? At the grocery store.” “I'll think about it.” He left the motel and walked back to the corner, feeling as if he'd left the last of his soul back in the room. Wufei wasn't at the corner when he arrived. He leaned his back to the wall and stared at the sky. “Bruce wants to see you.” He jumped at the sudden voice and looked to one of Bruce's bodyguards. “Why?” He gave him a flat look and Quatre nodded, following him to Bruce's house. His heart pounded in his chest. The man never took them off the streets when they were supposed to be working unless something was wrong. Fear stole the breath from his chest as he was led past the office and to Bruce's bedroom. He froze. “What's going on?” The man shoved him into the room and he stumbled into Bruce's chest as the door shut behind him. He looked up. “What are you doing?” He squeezed Quatre's arms painfully and pushed him to the bed. “How much have you made tonight?” “Five hundred so far. What are you doing?” He gripped Quatre's chin and stared into his face. “Dragon made a deal with me when you showed up that he would give me whatever I wanted as long as I didn't touch you.” Blue eyes widened. “What?” His voice was little more than a whisper. “And I agreed to it, but I can't look past your recent choices.” “I don't understand.” He pushed back on the bed, trying to get as far away from the man as he could. “First, you were seen making out with someone outside of a restaurant. Then he comes and finds you. I had to make sure you took money from him and didn't make the same mistake Dragon did.” He licked his lips. “Well, I did.” He tried to climb off the bed. “So, can I-” Bruce grabbed his arm and shoved him to his hands and knees, grabbing at his shorts. “Stop! Please, Bruce, don't do this.” He squirmed and managed to get out of the man's arms. He jumped from the bed only to be jerked back into Bruce's lap. “If it weren't for me you'd still be sleeping by that dumpster at best. Dead at worst.” Quatre whimpered as Bruce's hands tightened on his arms. “As I told Dragon, you owe me. I've kept you protected, put a roof over your head.” He slid one hand down to Quatre's crotch and rubbed him. “You owe your life to me.” Quatre shuddered in disgust and elbowed Bruce hard in the stomach. He ran to the door and threw it open, dashing out. The bodyguard grabbed him and threw him chest first into the wall. He grunted, pushing back against the hold but not going far. “Please, let me go. I'm tired of this. I can't do this anymore,” his voice broke as tears choked him. A chill swept through him and he shivered. Feeling the fight leave him, the bodyguard let him go and he slid down the wall. Bruce grabbed his elbows and pulled him to his feet, guiding him back to the bedroom. Silent tears streaked down his face as Bruce sat him on the bed and pulled his shirt off. “The life I give you isn't so bad, is it?” “He loves me, Bruce,” he whispered. Bruce laid him down and pulled his shorts and boots off. “He loves me.” Bruce clicked his tongue and leaned over Quatre. “Perhaps he thinks he does, Angel, but does he know how many men have taken you?” He closed his eyes when Bruce's hands trailed over his skin. “Does he know how dirty your soul is? He isn't one of us. You have nothing to offer him but sex.” Fresh tears slipped from beneath closed lids at his words. Bruce lifted his legs and pushed inside in one fast thrust, wringing a whimper from the blond. “One day, even your beauty will fade and you'll have nothing left to give him. He'll drop you, Angel, and that'll hurt far worse than letting him go now.” A sob escaped him and he clenched his hands in the sheets as the man almost brutally pounded into him while crushing the tiniest bit of hope he had for his 'one day'. With Duo, sex had been beautiful and intoxicating, with other johns it was simply an act for pay, with Bruce... it was degrading and patronizing. He could do no more than lay and take it as his body was invaded. Bruce leaned down to lick the streams of tears pouring down his cheeks. He plundered Quatre's mouth, apparently not caring that the blond didn't return the kiss. His tears slowly subsided and he stared blankly at the wall while Bruce continued to ram into him. Gasps left him on every thrust, but they were only fueled by the force of the motions. Bruce grunted as he found climax and leaned down to whisper in Quatre's ear. “If he's seen near here again, I'll kill him.” A soft sound escaped the back of Quatre's throat. “He paid,” he whispered hoarsely. “I don't want him near you.” He pulled out. “I'm serious, Angel.” Quatre left the house feeling completely numb. He bypassed the corner and ducked into his apartment building. He moved up the stairs woodenly, Bruce's words echoing in his mind. He paused, leaning against the wall and putting a hand to his sweat-covered forehead. “Angel?” He looked up to Jazz. She was in her early thirties but looked closer to forty. She'd been selling her self for almost twenty years but it never seemed to get to her. “How do you do it? How do you stay... content?” She studied him a moment and gave him a small, sad smile. “Come on.” She led him up to Hana's room and he paused outside of the door. “Jazz?” “It's all right,” she said as Hana let them in. She looked to the dealer. “Can I get a quarter?” She nodded and disappeared into the back room. A moment later she returned with a seal full of crystals. “This is how I cope,” Jazz said, holding the bag in front of Quatre. He licked his lips. “What is it?” “Meth.” His brows drew together. Wufei would never forgive him if he did something like that. Jazz pressed the seal into his palm. “I'll pay for it. If you decide to use it, just crush up the crystals really fine and snort it with a straw.” He nodded. “Thanks.” He left the fifth floor and went down to his apartment. Wufei was in the kitchen making a sandwich. He glanced over his shoulder when Quatre entered. Whatever he was going to say died in his throat when he saw the blond. “What happened?” He opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out. He turned and went into the bathroom, staring at his reflection for a long moment. His eyes were slightly swollen and red, liner streaked in places. His hair was in a ragged mess and his face was pale, shining with a thin coat of sweat. He'd lost weight, but that wasn't surprising as he hardly had an appetite lately. And underneath it all, he simply looked... worn, older than his twenty years. “Quatre?” Wufei knocked softly on the door. “What happened? Were you with Duo this whole time?” He wrapped his left arm around his waist and put his right hand to his neck, lowering it slightly to grip the neck of his shirt. “No.” “Where were you?” He took a breath and tilted his head back. “Bruce came for me.” There was a moment of pregnant silence before the doorknob rattled. “Did he hurt you?” Quatre didn't answer. “Let me in.” “Why did you make that deal with him?” “To protect you.” He opened the door and gazed flatly at Wufei. “From something that would have happened sooner or later. I had,” he closed his eyes, “the most beautiful experience of my life with Duo.” His brows drew together and he swallowed, looking back to Wufei. “And Bruce crushed it.” He leaned against the counter. “It's one thing to tell Duo that I'm a whore, that I can't love him. But, it's another to have it said back to me.” “What did Bruce say?” “That Duo wouldn't love me if he knew how many people I'd been with. That I was dirty and all I had to offer was sex. That Duo would drop me sooner or later so it was best to let him go now.” He folded his arms around his waist. “All stuff I know, but to have it said so bluntly... hurt.” They stood in silence for several minutes. “Did he hurt you?” Quatre pulled his shirt off and Wufei grimaced at the bruises on his arms. “Is that all?” He nodded. “I need a shower.” Wufei frowned slightly and put a hand to Quatre's cheek. “You have a fever.” He closed his eyes. “Can't shake the damn cold.” “Have you been taking the medicine?” “Yeah.” He nodded and stepped back. “Go ahead and take a shower.” Quatre gave him a sad smile. When the door shut, he tossed the seal in the toilet and flushed it. As tempting as it was, he just couldn't bring himself to use drugs. He turned on the shower and took off his shorts and boots, climbing under the hot spray. He lathered up a wash cloth and ran it over his skin, mind flipping back and forth between his time with Duo and his time with Bruce. At the very base, it was the same. But one thing made the experiences extremely different, and it was Duo's voice whispering one declaration into the silence that defined the difference. 'I love you, Quatre.' An ache blossomed in his chest and he raised his fist to it. “Love you, too,” he whispered without sound. A cough bubbled in his chest, choking him slightly. He spit onto the floor of the shower and watched red mingle with the clear water with dead eyes. TBC....
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