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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" “Are you sure?” Duo asked. Quatre nodded. “I'm feeling better and the doctor said I wasn't contagious anymore. Please, Duo, I can't just keep sitting around your apartment. I need to start working if I'm ever going to pay you back.” Duo sighed. There was no point in telling Quatre that he didn't have to pay him back, but he did understand the blond getting a little stir-crazy. “Okay. I'll bring home some job listings tomorrow.” Quatre smiled and returned to eating his stir fry. Duo looked back to the TV, eating his own dinner. Quatre cut subtle glances to him from time to time. It had almost been two months since Duo had taken him in, but beyond kisses and repeated affirmations that Duo loved him, the brunette hadn't made the first move. When their STD tests came back all clean, Duo had taken him out to dinner to celebrate, given him a kiss on the forehead, and slept cuddled about him. Quatre didn't know what to think about it. Duo looked over suddenly. “We'll need to go clothes shopping for you. Most of what you have is fine for around the house, but won't really work for a job.” Quatre nodded slowly and Duo looked back to the TV. He frowned and dropped his eyes to his plate. He knew Duo was attracted to him and loved him, so what was the problem? “What did I do wrong?” Duo looked over to find Quatre staring at his food, brows drawn together. “Nothing. Why do you think you did?” “Because you won't... You don't seem to want me anymore.” His jaw dropped. He set his plate aside and knelt in front of the blond, taking the plate from his lap. He hooked a finger under his chin to lift his face. “I wasn't sure if you were ready.” Quatre frowned slightly. “You were waiting for me to say I wanted it?” He nodded. “You've been through a hell of a lot of shit, Quatre; especially in the last few months.” He shook his head. “I almost lost you just when I found you. Shit, Quat, do you have any idea how terrified I was when you passed out?” Quatre leaned forward and captured Duo's lips in a heated kiss. Violet eyes widened slightly before drifting closed. He leaned back as Quatre's hands on his shoulders pushed him to the floor. Quatre straddled his hips, sliding his hands down Duo's arms until he linked their fingers. He pushed their joined hands to press to the floor on either side of his head. He raised up and gazed down into darkened violet eyes. “Let me take care of you.” Brunette brows drew together. “Quatre, you don't have-” “I know.” He gave Duo a sultry smirk. “You fell in love with a professional, Duo, no reason you shouldn't reap the benefits.” “Just promise me... no Angel.” His smirk softened to a sweet smile. “No Angel.” He leaned down to kiss Duo again, trailing his fingertips lightly back up the inside of Duo's arms. He sat up and pushed Duo further from the sofa so he could straighten the brunette's legs. Duo licked his lips as teasing fingers gripped the hem of his shirt. Quatre leaned down and kissed the skin as it was exposed, paying special attention to Duo's nipples. The brunette sucked in a surprised gasp and felt the lips on his heated skin curve upward. Quatre laved at the now erect nipple before moving up to his collar bone and pushing the shirt over his head, leaving it tangled around his hands. He kissed up Duo's jaw line until he reached his ear. Duo shivered. “Quatre.” His name was breathed barely above a whisper and it sent a shiver up his spine. He sought the brunette's lips and pressed their groins together. Duo moaned heavily into the blond's waiting mouth before pulling from the kiss. “Wait... we need lube.” “In a minute,” Quatre intoned before sliding back down Duo's body slowly, cerulean and violet eyes holding as Quatre dipped his tongue into Duo's navel and gripped the waist of his jeans. He broke eye contact and looked down as he freed Duo's erection. He pumped the hard length slowly, his lips curving into a smile. “I've never tasted anyone before.” He grinned and leaned down, lapping at the bare tip of Duo's erection. Duo clenched his hands in his shirt as he watched his length disappear into the blond's talented mouth. Quatre hummed softly around Duo and the braided man's hips bucked. “Quatre, too much more of that and I'll cum too soon.” The blond raised up with a sigh. “Maybe next time then.” He stared down at Duo for a moment before standing. He slowly stripped off his shirt, careful to keep his audience's rapt attention. He tossed it to the sofa and turned for the bedroom, casting a seductive smile over his shoulder as he unbuttoned his jeans. “Coming?” Duo scrambled up, kicking his jeans off of his ankles. He rounded the corner only to be pulled into a tight embrace and an impassioned kiss. He allowed himself to be pushed to his back on the bed with a now naked Quatre straddling his hips. Duo's strong hands gripped his hips, rocking their erections together. Quatre coated his fingers with lube and reached behind himself, tossing his head back with a groan as he worked two fingers inside. Violet eyes widened as he realized what the blond was doing. It was definitely the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. Quatre pulled his fingers free and slicked his fingers again to wrap them around Duo's length. He leaned down, capturing Duo's lips in a kiss as he raised up to position himself. He sat up and slowly lowered down. Duo fought to remain still as he was enveloped in the tight heat. Quatre rested his hands on Duo's chest when he was fully seated, closing his eyes. “Quatre?” “There's nothing between us.” Duo frowned. “What?” He looked down to him with a soft smile. “You're the first person I've ever been with that I didn't have to use protection.” He licked his lips. “I feel you.” Duo smiled and Quatre began riding him slowly, shifting angles until each thrust hit his prostate. He panted softly, relishing the feel of Duo inside him. Duo watched the emotion play across the blond's beautiful face and felt his own heart clench in his chest. He had one of Quatre's firsts. No, he amended, he had two, as he also had the blond's love. He raised up and put a hand behind Quatre's neck, pulling him into a kiss. “Is this your favorite position?” Quatre draped his arms loosely over Duo's shoulders. “I don't really have one, but I think I could learn to love all of them with you.” Duo grinned. “Would you like to try one of my favorites, then?” He tilted his head to the side. “Sure.” He lifted the blond from his lap and laid him on his side, spooning behind him. He slid a leg between Quatre's thighs and pressed inside him slowly. Quatre gasped as he was filled. The position made the length inside of him almost feel thicker. Duo's arm draped over his waist, hand flattening to his chest. The brunette slid in and out, laying kisses to his neck and shoulder. Quatre closed his eyes and bit his lip. “All right?” Duo whispered in his ear. He shivered. “Perfect.” Duo chuckled softly and slid his hand down Quatre's stomach and palmed his erection. Quatre moaned and thrust against his hand. “Correction... Now it's perfect.” Duo bit at his ear. “I love you, Quatre.” His throat tightened and he looked over his shoulder, moving his left hand to cup behind Duo's neck. He kissed him as tears stung his eyes. Duo gently guided him to orgasm and he cried out softly as his release coated the sheets, his stomach, and Duo's hand. Moments later, Duo groaned heavily and the blond felt the warm release coat his insides. They lay silent for a moment, mild tremors still shaking the blond at times. Duo made to pull out and Quatre gripped his hip. “Stay for a bit,” he whispered. Duo smiled and kissed his shoulder. “Enjoy it?” He closed his eyes, pressing warm tears out to slide over the bridge of his nose and down his temple. He sucked in a shuddering breath. “Quatre?” He wiped at the tears that seemed determined to fall against his will. “I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me.” He buried his face in the pillow. “That was... wonderful.” “Happy?” He gripped Duo's hand and scrunched his nose. “Messy.” He pulled off of Duo and sat up, looking down with a smile. “And very happy. Shower?” He nodded. “Sounds good to me.” ****** “There won't be that many people there.” Wufei dropped his chin to his raised knee. “Heero, I just... I can't.” He sat beside him on the sofa. “You haven't left the apartment since you moved in.” “I'm sorry. I just need some time.” Heero reached over to tuck a raven lock behind his ear. “Have you always been afraid of crowds?” He chewed his lip. “Not always,” he admitted quietly. “What happened?” He paled slightly. “I...” He shook his head. “I can't talk about it.” “Sounds like you need to.” Wufei shuddered. “Please, Heero, don't make me go back there. I can't.” He sighed softly and pulled Wufei into his arms. “I'm sorry. I won't pressure you any more.” Wufei laid his cheek to Heero's shoulder. “I'm sorry to cause you so much trouble.” Heero shook his head. “You're no trouble, Wufei. I love you.” He closed his eyes and sighed at the words that fell so easily from Heero's lips. “It's getting late.” Wufei nodded and pulled away. They changed for bed silently and Wufei curled into Heero's open arms, laying his cheek on his chest. “Thank you for being so understanding.” Heero's hold tightened. “You're welcome.” Several hours later, Heero woke as Wufei jerked and released a muffled sob. He began an earnest struggle and Heero rubbed his back. “Wufei, wake up.” He cried out sharply and pushed away from Heero. Tears coursed down his face as he fought against invisible attackers. Heero sat up and touched his shoulder. “No! Please...” He grabbed Wufei's shoulders and the Chinese man screamed. “Wufei! It's just a dream.” He shook him and obsidian eyes flew wide. He gasped in panicked breaths. “With me, Fei?” “Heero?” he asked brokenly. He nodded. “You're safe. Wufei burrowed himself in Heero's arms, fighting to bring his pounding heart under control. He clung to Heero tightly, tears soaking the man's shirt. Heero closed his eyes, kissing the top of his head. He'd lost track of the nightmares weeks earlier. The others had been bad, but they were nothing compared to this latest one. “We need to get you help.” Wufei swallowed. “Help? What... Like a shrink?” “Yeah.” He chewed his lip and pushed away from Heero, eyes downcast. “No... I don't think I like that idea.” “Why not?” “Because I don't want some stranger picking my brain apart. I am who I am... no matter how I came to be this way. I don't like the idea of someone I don't know trying to categorize me.” ****** Heero arrived at the garage the next morning late and much less than energetic. Duo's brows drew together. “What's wrong?” He sighed. “One nightmare too many, and this was the king of all nightmares.” Trowa looked over. “Nightmares?” He nodded, punching his time card. “He's had quite a few, but normally I can wake him up from them. This one took a while and probably woke half the building.” He swiped a hand down his face. “He won't tell me what's causing them and he refused the idea of going to a psychiatrist.” Duo frowned. “He won't even consider it?” “No. How did you convince Quatre to go?” Duo shrugged. “It wasn't all that hard. Once he began feeling better physically and realized he had a life ahead of him, he wanted it to be as full as possible.” He sighed. “But... I think I know what might be causing the nightmares.” He wet his lips. “But if I tell you... you can't let Wufei know that you know the truth. I promised Quatre I wouldn't say anything.” Heero nodded and Duo told him what the blond had said had happened. By the end, Trowa looked sick and Heero was furious. “That bastard deserves to die.” Duo nodded. “I agree, but that's not the issue. You've got to focus on Wufei.” He raked his hands through his hair. “All right. So, now I know what happened. But I can't bring it up to him... This doesn't really help.” “I pay you guys to work, not yak.” They moved out into the garage. Duo patted Heero's shoulder. He didn't have any advice, but he mulled over the problem all day, weaving back and forth between ideas. As they moved to the break room for their last break, he glanced to Heero. “Why don't I call Quatre and see if he'll try talking to him. Maybe he can get him to agree to counseling.” He frowned. “It didn't work last time.” “But last time, Quatre had just started therapy. Now he's doing better.” He grinned softly and looked to the side. “A lot better.” Heero and Trowa's brows raised. “That right?” the Japanese man asked. “Let's just say that things are progressing nicely.” ****** Quatre sighed as he looked through the listings of cars for sale on Craig's List. He was only looking through it because he'd promised Duo he would. As far as Quatre was concerned, a car would only be an extra expense that wasn't necessary. Besides, he could walk anywhere he needed to go. His cell rang and he leaned over to grab it off of the end table with a sigh. The cell was one expense he hadn't been able to talk Duo out of. “Hello, mother hen,” even as he said it, a fond smile curved his lips and was easily heard in his voice. “Are you busy?” “Just looking at cars.” “See anything you like?” He snorted. “I'm only looking at them because I promised I would. I'm not going to let you buy me one.” He pushed from the desk and went to the kitchen to refill his glass of water. “How's work?” “All right. Heero wants to know if we want to come over for supper.” Quatre grinned. “That'd be nice. I haven't seen Wufei in a few weeks.” Duo sighed. “Heero's worried. Wufei wouldn't even agree to go to a matinée with him the other day.” Quatre frowned. He'd thought that Wufei's phobia would get better after some time with Heero, but it actually seemed like it was getting worse. “Is that why Heero wants us to come over?” “Partly. He's hoping you can talk Wufei into getting therapy.” Quatre leaned his hip to the counter. “I tried that before.” “Yeah, but that was over a month ago, when you were first getting counseling. Maybe he'll change his mind once you tell him how much it helped you.” He chewed his lip. “I'll try. Should I go ahead and go over there now?” “You can if you want. I'm sure your company would do him good.” “Yeah, and we can talk before you guys get there.” “Sounds good. See you later then. Love you.” He smiled. “Love you, too.” He slipped his phone in his pocket and went back to the bedroom. He grabbed the new coat Duo had bought for him and wrapped a scarf around his neck, giving Wufei a quick call to let him know he was coming. He left the apartment and made the thirty minute walk to Heero's apartment, trying to decide how to broach the subject with his best friend. It was a touchy subject, to say the least. If he jumped right into it, Wufei would get offensive immediately, but if he had too much of a lead up, Wufei would sense what was coming and change the subject. He jogged up to the second floor and knocked on the door to Heero and Wufei's apartment. After several minutes, which he was sure Wufei was taking the time to worry before looking through the peephole, the door opened. He smiled. “Hey.” Wufei shut and locked the door behind him and turned. “Hi. So, what prompted the impromptu dinner?” “I was bored.” Wufei sighed softly. “Heero was worried.” Quatre studied his friend. “To be honest, we all are.” Wufei shook his head and returned to the kitchen. Quatre followed and sat on the counter, hands on the edge as he watched Wufei chop vegetables and toss them in the pot. He pulled several seasonings from the pantry and added them. The blond smiled. “I bet Heero's really enjoying the home cooking.” Wufei smiled softly. “He seems to be.” “So, what's on the menu tonight?” “Soup and salad.” Quatre rolled his eyes as he snatched a carrot from the salad bowl. “Obviously.” He tilted his head to the side. “Are you happy, Wufei?” “Of course.” “When was the last time you left the apartment?” He froze. “I...” He turned and grabbed crackers from the pantry. Quatre sighed. “We're free, Wufei. We have our 'one day'. What's keeping you from enjoying it?” He put the lid on the pot and set the timer. “How many old johns have you seen on the street?” He shrugged. “Only one that I know of. He wasn't a regular and I didn't recognize him, but he recognized me.” He gave a soft laugh. “He was kind of pathetic, actually. He was really embarrassed.” “Didn't it bother you?” Quatre shook his head. “Why should it? He didn't proposition me. He didn't announce to everyone what I used to do.” Wufei stirred the soup, staring down into it. “I don't think I could handle it that well. I don't ever want to see any of them again.” His hand stopped stirring. “I'm too weak, Quatre. I keep having nightmares.” Quatre sighed and took the ladle from Wufei, returning the lid to the pot. “Tell me about them.” He closed his eyes, dropping his chin to his chest. “Bruce comes and takes me back.” He clenched his teeth. “He... puts me in that room again, only this time there are more than ten guys and he won't let me out no matter what I do.” He sucked in a shuddering breath, barely holding back a sob. “And then he's on me... and I know I'll never get away again.” His voice broke and he wrapped his arms around his stomach as he fought to not completely break down. Heero came into the room suddenly and pulled Wufei into his arms. “It's all right,” he soothed, running his fingers through Wufei's hair. “He can't hurt you anymore.” Wufei buried his face in Heero's shoulder as he clenched his hands in his lover's shirt. “Take me away,” he whispered hoarsely. “Somewhere far from here.” Heero held him tightly. “Anywhere you want to go.” Quatre quickly covered the sharp pain that crossed his face at the thought of being separated from his best friend. He glanced to Duo who smiled. “How about Hawaii?” Quatre's eyes widened slightly and Duo shook his head with a grin. “You didn't think I'd separate y'all, did you? You're practically brothers. Besides, it'd be nice to see a little more of the world.” Quatre ran to him and threw his arms around his neck, kissing him soundly. “Thank you.” “Why Hawaii?” Wufei asked. Duo shrugged. “Warm beaches. Lots of sunshine. What do you think?” Wufei frowned. “But what about your jobs? You've already turned your lives upside down for us.” Heero snorted. “Whoever said I had to work?” Duo smirked as Quatre and Wufei's eyes shot to Heero. The Japanese man raised a shoulder. “I was left with a rather large inheritance after my father passed.” Duo nodded. “I may be comfortable, but he's loaded.” Wufei shook his head. “Then why work as a mechanic?” “I like cars.” He licked his lips and met Heero's eyes. “Hawaii... seems like it would be a nice place to live.” Heero smiled and hugged him tightly. “We'll get you out in society and enjoying it.” Wufei released a shaky breath. “Told you I'd be trouble.” Heero snorted softly. “Yes, because moving to Hawaii will be such a terrible thing,” he groused sarcastically. That pulled a chuckle from Wufei and he looked up to meet Heero's eyes. “I love you.” Heero smiled at the declaration and pulled Wufei tighter to his chest. “Love you, too. Always.” To be concluded...
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