Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Pain of Life ❯ Chapter 11

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: Just the plot line and original characters, that's all I own.

Rating: NC-17 (Ooh, the lemon? I think so. ^_~)

Pairings: 3x5, 1x2

Author's Note: Hello there! Before I start, I must give my thanks to Aria for trying to help me out by giving ideas. I appreciate it. They were some very good ideas, too. I really liked the park idea, but I have something in mind. Oh and um, I just must say, I don't think I'm very good at writing lemons. Limes, maybe. Don't worry. There is a lemon in here somewhere, I just don't think I did a good job at it. And I made the meeting between Quatre and Duo really short. Damn it! My mind went blank trying to write it. Gomen nasai! Okay so enough of my babbling away. I'll let you get on to reading the damn thing. I shall see you at the end of this chapter.

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"Your coffee, Mr. Winner."

Jumping at the voice, Quatre turned back to his desk to look up into the pale green eyes of the main office secretary. Yes, he was jumpy. Hell, he was nervous. His meeting with Wufei and his brother was today. It was any minute now actually, and he wasn't sure what to expect. If Duo was what he thought he was, it could put Wufei in danger. Yet, if it were to come to that, it would have been his sign to get the boy the help he deserved. Smiling up at the woman, he walked to his desk from the window he had being staring out of.

"What was that?", he asked, taking a seat in his chair.

"I brought your coffee.", she told him, resting it on the top of the desk, "Decaf right?"

"Right. Thank you.", he assured her and then thanked her.

Taking the cup, he smiled at the red head one last time before she walked out of the door. The stress was starting to get to him. He felt his head slightly throbbing. Reaching into his desk, he pulled out a bottle of Tylenol, quickly taking two and leaning back into the black leather chair. Maybe he should reschedule this meeting? He didn't think he was up to it. Ebony eyes stared back at him in his mind and he quickly canceled out the option. He had to do this for Wufei. He'd take the pain for him. As he blinked he noticed that the eyes staring back at him wasn't an illusion of his mind at all. He sat up in his chair, to find Wufei standing in front of the cherry wood desk, his eyebrow raised.

"You get weirder every time I come here.", the boy commented with a smirk.

Giving a laugh, Quatre stood making his way to the boy, eyes looking over him. He didn't see any bruises. The old ones had faded, and there was absolutely no signs of new ones. He had to say he was quite satisfied with this, yet it was almost disappointing. It would be hard to bring up the subject without proof of what's accused.

With a smile at Wufei, he offered the student a seat.

"I thought you said you'd be bringing your brother?", Quatre started as the teen sat, "Did he decide to back out?"

Wufei looked up at his guidance counselor with a shrug.

"He says he's coming, he just has to escape from work.", he answered, his tone apathetic.

Taken by surprise, Quatre grew curious. According to everything he had heard from Wufei, his brother didn't "work".

"He has a job?", he questioned, Wufei shrugging once again.

"So he says.", was the simple response.

Quatre only nodded and walked over to his own chair to sit in it again. Wufei was strangely silent. He was probably just as nervous about this as he was. He went to speak, but the knock at his door stopped him, and he looked up to see the secretary once again.

"I'm sorry to disturb you Mr. Winner, but you have someone asking for you.", she said standing in the doorway, "A Duo Maxwell?"

Seeing Wufei tense, Quatre assured himself that this was who he was waiting for.

"Yes.", he answered while standing, "Send him in."

With a small nod the secretary was gone, but back a few seconds later with Duo in tote. Quatre stopped to observe him. He looked to be in his early twenties, no older than twenty two. He looked decent, and there was nothing physically wrong with him. He couldn't find the faintest trace of a flaw; yet.

Walking to the man with a smile, he stretched out a hand.

"Hello, Mr. Maxwell. I'm Quatre Winner, Wufei's guidance counselor. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.", he introduced himself.

Quatre's handshake was accepted and he was even rewarded with a smile in return. He hadn't expected that. Well the handshake, yes. It was the smile, however. Anyone could smile, but with Duo it looked like it didn't quite belong there. Chancing a glance back at Wufei, he could see the boy was shocked too. He had never seen his brother smile. It was foreign; new. He turned back and he closed his office door as Duo walked fully inside.

"Please, just call me Duo.", the man said, smile still on his face, "Mr. Maxwell doesn't suit me."

Nodding, Quatre watched as the man walked over to his brother, smiling down at him.

"Hey Fei.", the older of the brother's greeted.

Wide ebony eyes looked up at his brother in disbelief. Who the hell was this and what the hell did they do to his brother? To hell with that. Why the hell wasn't this guy living with him for, oh let's say, his entire life?

Nervously smiling, Wufei gave a weak, "Hey Duo."

Quatre watched in near awe. It was almost believable. Yet, it could and most likely was a load of shit. You could say there was a side to Duo that wanted to be the lovable and caring big brother, or you could say that Duo Maxwell was one hell of a damn good actor. Seeing the discomfort and confusion in Wufei's eyes as they looked back at him, Quatre moved towards the two.

"Duo, why don't you sit down?", he was suggesting, taking his own seat behind his desk.

Giving a thanks, Duo sat in the chair next to the still stunned teen. Violet eyes turned to ebony, and Wufei's astonishment subsided. The Duo he knew was still there. He just went into hiding.

"Hopefully, you know why I asked you to come here.", Quatre said, making the two turn eyes to him, "And in case you don't, we're here to discuss about your brother's progress."

The smile had faded from Duo's face some, but it wasn't completely gone.

"What do you mean by progress?", Duo asked leaning back into his chair, "Was he failing? Is he still failing? What?"

Clearing his throat, Quatre grabbed his forgotten coffee, eyes looking to Wufei. Duo seemed interested to know. Yet, it was most likely that the man didn't give a damn.

"Duo, your brother wasn't doing too well academically during the first months of school. I assure you, that after various meetings, I found out there were several problems; several reasons as to why Wufei's grades were low."

Staring back at the man across from him, Duo sat up in his seat. The teenaged boy next to him looked on with growing anxiety. He hadn't expected Duo to act like this, hadn't even expected him to show up. Now that he was here, he was near to growing insane with trying to figure out if his brother would show what he was truly like or not. Unknown to him, the two had discussed several subjects. That couldn't have gone by so quickly. His name was called and he looked up to Quatre who was smiling back at him.

"Wufei, the meeting's over.", his counsler told him.

How the hell could it be over, he just got there.

"But...I...uh...nevermind."

His smile never leaving, Quatre caught a scowl on Duo's face as the man looked toward his ebony haired brother. There was something he wanted to discuss without Wufei. Now was a good time as any. He knew there was absolutely no chance in hell, that he'd have a chance to have another meeting with Duo.

"Wufei, is it okay if I discuss something with you brother in private?", Quatre asked, aquamarine eyes staring back into violet.

He was reading them. It wasn't hard to, and from what he read, Duo wasn't very happy with this entire meeting. He definitely knew that he didn't like him in the slightest way, but he was used to it. He wasn't the first person to not like him.

Nodding, Wufei stood from his seat making his way towards the door. He looked back at the two men that, from the looks of it, were caught in a staring contest. This wasn't going to be good. He could sense it. As the door clicked closed, Quatre was the first to break eye contact, standing from his chair.

"Mr. Maxwell-"

"Duo.", the younger man corrected.

"Duo.", Quatre repeated, raising blue eyes to look at the man across from him, "I'm concerned about Wufei."

"What's there to be concerned about?"

"Mr-", Quatre had started, stopping himself quickly, "Duo. Your brother, for the entire time I've been seeing him, has been getting in numerous amounts of fights. I don't know if he comes out in victory, but I doubt it from the bruises and injuries I've seen him with."

"And you're telling me this because...?"

"You're his guardian, it's your responsibility to know.", Quatre reminded him.

Giving a scoff, Duo straightened himself in the chair.

"Mr. Winner is it?", he asked, getting Quatre's nod as an answer, "I don't know why the boy gets into fights. I really don't care to know. Maybe he deserves everything he gets?"

Arms crossing over his chest, Quatre nearly leered down at Duo.

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Maxwell, I don't believe Wufei's getting into fights at all."

"So are trying to say you believe that the bruises my brother gets are intentional?", the violet-eyed man inquired.

Nodding, Quatre rested his hands palm down on his desk as he leaned forward some, eyes locked intently in Duo's.

"That's exactly what I'm saying.", he remarked, face completely impassive, "And I don't want to accuse, but I know that it's from someone inside your house. Maybe you should have a talk with your boyfriend."

He didn't want Duo to know that he knew, but did want to at least convince him that he had an idea.

"If the problem isn't taken cared of soon, Wufei can and most likely will be taken away from you."

Duo glared up at Quatre as the man straightened himself. He slowly stood from his chair, eyes never leaving from the blond in front of him.

"It was nice meeting you, Mr. Winner.", Duo said making his way to the door, "I'm glad we had this little talk."

Watching the man leave, door slamming closed, Quatre swore under his breath. His hand forcefully knocked the cup of coffee off of his desk in anger. He sat with a sigh, eyes staring at the empty chair that Wufei had sat in. He had hesitated at first, but he found that soon the phone was in his hand, fingers pressing over the keys. The only thing on his mind was Wufei. As someone on the other line finally answer, he cleared his throat.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Quatre Winner. Is this the Board of Child Welfare? I think I have a case for you."

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The ride home was driven in silence. Well, Wufei was always silent when he was in a car with his older brother. What was there for them to talk about? Duo however, he usually found something to blame him for. He always had some insult to call him, or even if he didn't talk, he always had the radio on. Yet, there was nothing. There was only the sound of the car running. Duo's eyes were focused straight ahead, and Wufei could feel the anger radiating off of him. What had he and Quatre talked about? He felt like being swallowed into the seat of the car, anything to escape whatever events was sure to happen when they reached home. He felt uneasiness rush over him as they turned onto the block that held their house.

He felt himself flinch automatically as Duo stopped the car when they had parked, reaching toward him, but he didn't feel a hit. Opening his eyes that he had closed, he watched Duo's hand pull up the lock on his door and then retreat. No slaps, no punches, nothing. Confused, raven eyes looked up at the man in pure disbelief. As he felt eyes on him, Duo looked over to his brother, who in fact was staring at him as if he had grown a second head.

"What the fuck's wrong with you?", he asked, lighting a blunt, "Get the fuck out the car. You're home dumbass. Go do something with your useless ass."

Not wanting to stay any longer, Wufei scrambled out of the car and into the house. This was nothing like his brother. He expected at something to have happened by now. Maybe Duo was letting it build up? Maybe he was waiting for him to sleep and then he'd kill him? Shaking his head, Wufei canceled out that idea. Duo wasn't that nice, he'd make sure that Wufei was wide awake if he was killing him. Not bothering to give Heero a reply to a question he didn't try to hear, he ran past the man up the stairs. He needed to think for a while and get his body prepared to endure a hell of a lot of pain. He may not be getting it now, but he knew he'd get it sooner or later.

Heero's eyes followed the boy as he ran up the stairs, eyes burning with both anger and lust. It had to be some sort of crime to want something as bad as he wanted Wufei. Well, it was a crime to lust after someone as young as Wufei, but only if he acted on it, which he knew he would. Wufei might be annoying at the moment, but he still wanted to...

"What the fuck are you still doing here?"

Looking to Duo who now was closing the front door, he let his thoughts slip away from him.

"Isn't your ass supposed to be at work?", Duo asked, walking into the kitchen.

"I could ask the same question to you.", Heero retorted, following the braided man.

He sat at the table, watching as Duo drained the remainder of the last bottle of liquor. Something wasn't well, or something didn't go well.

"What happened?", he asked, curious to say the least.

The bottle was thrown across the room before Duo angrily made his way to the table, sitting down on the chair across from Heero.

"That fucking bitch ass brother of mine is fucking trying get my ass thrown in jail!", Duo yelled, kicking the table in a display of anger, "His fucking teacher or what ever the hell he was knows that I hit him! Well, actually he thinks you're the one that does it."

Heero scoffed, taking the blunt from Duo's hand to smoke it himself. So Wufei had the balls to squeal, while on the other hand, Duo actually cared that someone knew. Heero found himself smirking at the humor in this. Of course the humor that only he himself found. Leaning back in his chair, Heero watched as Duo mumbled to himself. It was something about killing Wufei and making sure he never talked again. He heard footsteps coming in their direction, and he smirked. If Duo went after Wufei, it could be entertaining.

Wufei entered the kitchen, his eyes quickly catching sight of the broken glass on the floor. He caught Heero's eyes on him as he looked up, the faintest glint of amusement hidden in their blue depths. While Heero's eyes showed enjoyment, Duo's eyes danced with pure rage. This couldn't be good.

"What are you doing downstairs?", Duo asked watching his brother start to clean the mess of glass that was put there by him, "Don't you have homework?"

Shaking his head no, Wufei stood throwing away the glass he was able to pick up by hand. His eyes looked down into the trash can, remembering the smashed bottle that he found on his parent's bedroom floor. He remembered how, thanks to Duo, he cut himself on that same glass. The memory made him pass fingers over the palm of his left hand. The scar was faint, but obvious. It was funny Trowa hadn't seen it yet.

"What the fuck's in the garbage that's so interesting?", Duo asked, pulling Wufei out from the retreat of his mind.

"Nothing.", Wufei muttered, turning back to clean the rest of the mess.

Duo looked up to the clock and found that it was way too early, although it was only 2:27. He had no idea why he didn't let Wufei keep his ass in school. His presence was starting to tick him the hell off. He figured it'd be better to just go back to work. He even found himself stopping in shock. He was about to go back to work willingly.

It was surprising enough that he hadn't quit yet, even more shocking that he wanted to return back to work after he was let off early. Not wanting to question himself even further, he stood from the table, looking down into sloe eyes that looked up at him from where Wufei kneeled on the floor. He didn't know why, but he found himself searching for something. He didn't know what. As Wufei frowned, he felt himself matching it to whatever memories of his father he had. Wufei looked like him when he frowned. Did it exactly the same way their father had. He grew angry with himself for even letting himself be convinced, for even the slightest second, that Wufei could actually be related to him. Turning away from the ebony haired boy, he made his way out of the kitchen.

"I'll be back tonight around nine.", he called back from the front door, "I'll be expecting a clean kitchen and dinner when I get home."

The last set of words were intended for Wufei. Hearing the front door close, Wufei raised himself from the floor, before walking over to the refrigerator. Heero smirked at the predicament he was in. He was alone with Wufei. Well, he'd been alone in a room with Wufei before, never alone in the house. This could work to his advantage. However, he couldn't act now; Wufei was expecting that. He had to wait until the boy let his guard down. Wufei on the other hand knew that Heero was devising some sort of plot in his head, waiting for his guard to fall. Unknown to Yuy, in a situation like this, Wufei never put his guard down. Having the sudden urge to hear a voice besides Heero's, although the man wasn't talking, he knew he would, he stopped making his way out of the kitchen.

"Where are you going?", he questioned.

Wufei didn't even bother to look back as he started his way up the stairs.

"Homework!", he yelled back, Heero now at the bottom of the stairs.

"I thought you didn't have any!", he cried up at the boy, getting a slam of the bedroom door as an answer.

So this was going to be harder than he thought.

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Wufei had been able to sneak out of his room, while Yuy was in the shower, to cook dinner. He didn't think he'd be able to, it was like the man was waiting for him at his every turn. Even when he went to use the bathroom, it was like he was only two steps away. He was easily becoming very aggravated with the Japanese man. He had snuck back to his room when Heero had stepped outside for something or the other, he didn't care to listen to what the man had said. He was just happy to be in the privacy and safety of his room. It was now 10:16, Duo wasn't home, and he had called Trowa three times already. It was amazing that Heero didn't try to come in his room as if it was nothing at all.

"I'm going to watch a movie. Do you want to watch it with me?"

Wufei hated when he did that. From the way Wufei was laying on his bed, his head hung over the side, Heero seemed to be upside down as he stood in the doorway. This man wouldn't quit would he? Heero stared back at Wufei, his eyes targeting on the boy's mouth. He loved the way that they pouted, it sent shivers down his spine. The position Wufei was in would be perfect for him to. . .

"Which movie?"

Wufei's voice brought Heero's attention back as he sat up, turning toward him. Heero shrugged as he looked down at the tape in his hand.

"I found it in Duo's room.", he offered as an answer.

Scoffing , Wufei laid back on his bed, still looking over at Heero. He didn't know how tempting he looked lying on a bed.

"If it was found in Duo's room, it's most likely porn."

"So, we'll watch it together and laugh at bad acting.", Heero insisted.

"You laugh?", Wufei asked him, feigning shock.

"Your sarcasm is a good as Duo's."

"I'm not watching the tape. I'm underage.", the teenaged boy continued to refuse.

"Like that stops any other fifteen year old boy from watching it.", Heero scoffed, still pushing, "Come on, I bet it's not porn. I want company."

"I bet you do."

Smirking at Wufei's last statement, Heero made his way into the room, seating himself at the foot of Wufei's bed.

"Just come and watch the movie. I bet it's some action movie with that Arnold guy."

Maybe it was the fact that he didn't like the idea of Heero on hisbed, let alone in his room, or it could have been that he actually wanted something to do, but Wufei found himself standing.

"Fine, but I'm leaving if you try anything.", he warned

Rising from the bed, Heero walked over to Wufei, smiling down at him.

"Don't worry.", he told him starting to head out of the room, "I'll try my best to be a good boy."

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It seemed that Heero was right about the video. It had turned out to be an action movie, yet, Wufei was right as well. Who would have thought that someone would stoop so low as to turn an action movie into a porn movie. It was sad, with very bad graphics, and the acting was even worse. Even the sex wasn't appealing. Of course, Wufei didn't watch it. He stayed on the farthest side of the living room away from Heero. He was currently reading the book that Trowa had bought for him. It was the second book to the first one he had purchased, or rather Trowa had done so, the Saturday they had gone to the mall.

It was interesting; took his mind off reality for a while. Besides, the hero of the book seemed like he'd be hot if he was real. He never told Trowa that it was one of the reason's he read the book. Trowa could get very jealous quite easily he found. He didn't mind though. He just made sure the jealousy didn't go too far. Wufei was too busy imagining himself as the damsel in distress', who at the moment was in the hot hero's arms, to see that the movie was now done and that Heero was now walking over to him. He did of course look up to see the man, being that he had blocked his light.

"Yuy, you're in my light.", he said returning to his book, "Can you move?"

"What are you reading?", the older man inquired.

"A book."

"That's helpful. Can I have a title?"

"It's called leave me the hell alone.", Wufei tried his best to let Heero know that his company was wanted.

Ignoring the boy, Heero reached out, taking the book from Wufei's hands, scanning over the page that he had been reading.

"Imagining that you're a damsel in distress?", he teased with a smirk.

When he thought about it, he didn't have to imagine. He was a damsel in distress, well not a damsel, but in distress none the least. Unlike in the books, he didn't have a hero to come and rescue him, to ride him off into the sunset. He didn't think he'd ever have one.

"Why don't you just watch the movie?", Heero asked, seating himself on the arm of the chair that Wufei had curled himself in.

Wufei's body tensed, and he slowly accepted the book that Heero had handed back to him.

"Believe it or not, not every book is turned into a movie.", he stated while standing, unable to stay too close to Heero for too long, "Now if you'll excuse me it's late and I have to go put Duo's dinner in the fridge."

As he left the room, he felt Heero's eyes on his back, or rather his butt, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. The man was going to try something. He could feel it. Grabbing the bowl of food from out of the oven, he quickly crossed the kitchen, disposing it into the fridge. On the top shelf, so that Duo would see it if he ever decided to come home. Closing the fridge he turned, jumping as he found Heero mere inches away from him.

"Heero, what the hell is wrong with you!", he yelled, glowering up at the colbat eyed man.

His anger subsided as he noticed that his back was pressed against the door of the refrigerator, and it was replaced with a feeling of nervousness as he looked into Heero's eyes.

There it was; that look. The one of pure lust and want. The same as when they were younger, the same look he had a few weeks ago. The incident in the kitchen, it was about to repeat itself, no doubt about it.

"I'm kind of tired.", Wufei nervously said slowly moving to the side, trying to slide out from between the fridge and Heero, "I'm just going to go to my room and-"

His words were cut off as Heero's hands slammed against the fridge on either side of him, blocking his chance of escape. Trying his best to control the panic that ran throughout his body and ignoring the screams of "danger" in his head, he turned back to Heero.

"Heero, this isn't funny.", his voice trembled, "Just let me go to my room."

His eyes widened as Heero moved forward, intent on most likely trying to obtain a kiss, but he turned his head, not wanting to give Heero the pleasure of one. It didn't matter obviously, as he now felt Heero's tongue on his neck, slowly traveling to his ear. His stomach clenched and he felt his heart start to hammer inside of his chest.

"Do you know what you do to me?", Heero asked the boy, whispering into his ear, "Do you have even the faintest idea?"

Wufei kept quiet, not wanting to turn his head back to look up at the Japanese man. Heero did it for him, his hand holding him under his jaw, eyes burning into Wufei's.

"Do you have any fucking idea!", he cried, Wufei flinching.

He didn't answer him, he was too afraid to and frozen stiff.

"You're driving me crazy.", Heero admitted, "Every time I see you, the only thing that comes to my head, is having you in my bed. Fucking your tight little ass and hearing you scream my name. I get hard just thinking about you."

Heero began to press against him and Wufei tried to back away, but the fridge made it impossible. His eyes widened as Heero's arousal was pressed against him, and he raised his hands to push him away. They were stopped and held in a strong hold by his wrists.

"Heero sto-"

His words came to an abrupt halt as Heero's mouth descended onto his, and he tried to jerk away. Heero's hand that was holding his head in place had a hard grip, immobilizing him from stopping anything. He felt himself nearly gag as Heero's tongue forced its way into his mouth, feeling it slide over his tongue, against every crevice it could find. Unable to take it anymore, Wufei bit down, gasping in air as Heero pulled away.

"Fight all you want.", Heero told him with a smirk, ignoring the fact that Wufei had just bit his tongue, "Either way, I'm going to fuck you, right here, right now. Whether you want it or not."

Feeling himself being lifted, Wufei struggled his hardest to get away, but it was to no avail; Heero was much stronger. Crying out as he was thrown onto the kitchen table, he looked up with pleading eyes. Heero couldn't be serious.

It was only when the man had his hands held above his head with one hand, while the other went to raising his shirt, did Wufei's body switch from being scared stiff, to fighting in panic.

"Heero, get off of me!", he screamed, struggling against the man, eyes now brimming over, "Please leave me alone! Don't do this!"

His hands strained against Heero's tight hold, growing numb as he continued to fight. His mind went back and forth between wishing that Trowa or either Quatre was here to help him. He didn't need this and he didn't deserve this. Yuy couldn't do this to him. He had no right to try and steal his virginity away. The man had sex with Duo every night for fuck's sake. He tried his best to beg through sobs as his shirt was ripped away from him, but his pleads reached deaf ears as Heero's eyes greedily took in his now exposed chest. A hand ran over it, making Wufei feel even more shameful and dirty then he already felt. Tears ran from Wufei's eyes as he continued to struggle, which seemed only to encourage Heero even more. His body tensed momentarily as he felt Heero's hand start to unfasten his jeans, before he began to fight even more.

"Heero, stop!", he sobbed, failing when he tried to kick the man away, "Don't do this to me, Heero! Please!"

Heero ignored every sob, every plea, as he unbuttoned and unzipped the boy's jeans, beginning to pull them off. It was taking too long with one hand. After removing his belt, he used it to bind Wufei's hands; smiling down at his handy work. Tied hands or not, Wufei tried to push Heero off of him, eyes widening as desperate hands pulled at the hem of his jeans.

"No! Yuy, stop it!", he screamed, gasping as his pants were ripped off of him, Heero's hands running over his thighs, "Don't touch me! Just please let me go! Let me go!"

This was it. It was really going to happen. Heero wasn't going to let up, and he was going to be raped, right here on the kitchen table. He'd probably be left there for Duo to find so that he could get a beating that would leave him paralyzed for the rest of his life. Hell, Duo might even kill him. Duo. . .Duo could stop him. If he was here to distract Heero, this would stop before it even started. He desperately wanted Duo here. He didn't care if he'd be getting beaten instead of being in this position, he'd take it. Maybe he didn't need Duo, maybe he could get out of this himself? Feeling Heero's hand start to slide into his boxers, Wufei yelled in protest, his leg automatically lifting in defense.

He froze, eyes wide, as he saw Heero double over to the kitchen floor with a yell of pain, and he found that he had actually kneed the man in the groin. He didn't stay to find out if Heero was alright or not. In fact he didn't care. He quickly jumped down from the table, forcing one of his hands to pull free from the belt, and running out of the kitchen. He didn't look back as he ran up the stairs. He ran to the bathroom, slamming the door closed and locking it. Rushing to the shower, he fumbled as he turned on the hot water, getting into the tub without removing his boxers. He ignored the scalding water that pounded against his back, as he sat on the floor of the tub, rocking back and forth, scrubbing his skin sore.

He was scouring as hard his he could to remove the dirty feeling off of him, the feel of Heero's hands. He wasn't able to control his sobs, as he scrubbed harder, playing his mother's voice in his head. Her song, her lullaby, his escape. It wasn't working this time. He wrapped his arms about himself, and he laid down on his side, skin now red from the steaming water that poured over it, but it turned cold fast. The hot water didn't last long in this house. Staring blankly into nothing, Wufei laid under the running cold water. He didn't even hear the knocking against the bathroom door, and he didn't care to. He just felt like being swallowed into the floor of the tub. He hoped that the water would start to fill and he'd drown, anything to escape this hell; anything.

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Duo stumbled into the house at exactly 1:30, glazed over eyes searching the darkness. His hand ran over the wall in search of the light switch, and when he found it he switched it on. He had gone back to work, but had left after only fifteen minutes of being there. A guy he worked with had invited him back to his house for some new drug and he accepted the invitation. Of course, the guy wanted something in return if Duo took the drugs. How had he put it? He wanted to see if a faggot sucked dick better then his girlfriend? Duo usually didn't care for people who decided to pick on him because of his sexuality, and he usually let them go on without even bothering with them.

For some reason, this guy was the exception. He laughed as he remembered just how bad he had kicked the guy's ass, and patted his pocket that held the drugs he had stolen. Life could be rewarding when it wanted to be. Walking to the kitchen, he made his way to the fridge, finding his food inside of it. He was hungry as hell, after he had beat the hell out the guy from work, he had headed to the nearest bar, something called McCree's Pub.

Even if he tried his best, he still couldn't get his parents out of his head. He even found himself going down memory lane for the third time that night. It didn't matter that he was drunk of his rocker. His mother used to hate when his dad came home drunk. She called him the reason for Irish stereotypes. Now he was following in his old man's footsteps. He looked down at the content of his bowl. Irish stew, soda bread and all. From the looks of it, Wufei must of been down memory lane tonight also. If he didn't, he wouldn't have made the stew. His father loved the damn thing; could lived off of it if he had to.

Throwing the bowl into the microwave, he turned it on for who knew how long, before he made his way up the stairs to the bathroom. He stopped as he heard the shower running, and when he tried the door he found it locked. Cursing under his breath, he pulled out a key, unlocking the door and walking in.

"Who the fuck left the shower running?", he asked himself, unable to see Wufei lying inside of the tub.

The boy wasn't hard to miss when he walked closer. Scoffing, he turned off the shower, his eyes looking down at the shivering boy. The little bitch was trying to kill himself or what? Hey, if he wanted, Duo would be more than willing to help.

"Wufei, get up.", his order was stern but low.

Watching as the boy lazily blinked up at him, he walked over to the toilet, unable to ignore his bladder's protest any longer. As he relieved himself, Wufei climbed out of the tub, his body violently trembling and he wondered how long he'd been in there. As he looked over to Duo who now stood by the sink washing his hands, he grabbed a towel to wrap around himself, trying to still his trembling.

"What time is it?", he managed to ask with out stuttering, pulling the towel closer to him.

"It's late.", Duo answered drying his hands on his pants, "You have school tomorrow. Or should I say today? Go to bed."

"There's no school tomorrow. Even if there was, I wouldn't go. I don't feel too good.", Wufei mumbled, looking down at the floor.

"Speaking of school, we need to have a talk between just the two of us."

Watching Duo walk out of the bathroom door, Wufei reluctantly followed.

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Ten minutes later, they were sitting at the kitchen table, Duo had finished eating and was now looking over at Wufei, who still had the towel wrapped around himself. Everything was silent, save for the running motor of the refrigerator.

"So.", Duo's voice broke the silence, "That teacher of yours, he tells me you've been in some fights."

So that's what he and Quatre had talked about.

"I find that funny. You don't seem like the type to fight.", he observed out loud.

Which Wufei wasn't. Standing from his seat, Duo walked over to Wufei, his eyes glaring down at him.

"As I hear it from him, he knows that someone in this house hits you.", he growled out, Wufei's eyes widening, "You fucking bitch, you squealed!"

Wufei stood in what seemed to Duo as if he was sizing up to him, but the boy was just trying to defend himself agaisnt the accusation.

"I didn't do anything!", Wufei yelled in his defense, "I never told him! He must have figured it out on his own!"

"You expect me to believe you! You're a fucking liar!"

"I'm not lying!", Wufei tried again in defense, "You just choose not to believe me! How in world was I supposed to know that he could easily see abuse with just one glance!"

"What the fuck would you know about abuse! And of course you're fucking lying! That's all you ever fucking knew how to do your entire life! You're mother was lying bitch-"

"Don't you fucking dare talk about my mother!", Wufei bellowed, cutting Duo off, his eyes burning with anger, "You know nothing about my mother! You only liked to get her in a shit load of trouble with dad, and yes fuck it, he was my father too! My mother tried her best to put up with you, but all you ever did was treat her like shit! You only hate both her and myself because your mom was stupid enough to kill herself over losing dad to another woman!"

Wufei's ranting had caught Duo by surprise. He had never heard Wufei yell, or curse that heavily for that matter, but he was talking about his mother. He wouldn't take that.

"You shut up about my mom!", Duo ordered, trying to mask how much Wufei's words had stung with anger, "And who the fuck do you think you're yelling at!"

"For fuck's sake, I'm yelling at you! Or are so fucking stupid you can't even realize it!"

Wufei wasn't able to yell anything else as he was slapped across the face, silencing him and making himself remember that Duo was capable of doing such things. Yet, his anger didn't subside. Maybe Duo had finally gone too far? Looking up at his brother who glared daggers at him, he braced himself, taking the punch to his gut that he knew was coming.

"You fucking little shit.", he murmured, watching Wufei double over slightly, "I should kill your ass. Where the fuck do you come off telling me about anything? I know what the fuck your mother was, and I know what the fuck she did. She was nothing but a slut who didn't have anyone else for her bastard son to be a father to him. So when my dad came around, she willingly opened her legs and then blamed her pregnancy on him. She was a fucking whore and that's all she'd ever been."

Wufei didn't even notice that his hansd clenched tightly at his sides, his anger flaring with every word Duo spoke.

"Shut the fuck up!", he yelled, his fist flying forward.

He didn't even catch himself until his fist had connected with Duo's jaw, knocking the man to the floor. What the hell did he just do? Had he just hit Duo? His anger drained away as it was replaced with both shock and trepidation. He couldn't have, Duo would kill him if he had. Looking down at his brother, who seemed to be in just as much shock as he was, he saw the darkening mark; proof that he had punched him. He was in some deep shit now. He ran out of the kitchen and up to his room to get dressed. He had to get out of here.

Duo on the other hand never stood from the floor. He was in shock and in pain. The fucker had a fist that felt like iron. He heard Wufei run out of the room, and up the stairs. The little shit wasn't going to get out of this that easy. Lifting himself from off of the floor, he made his way up to the room. He knew the door wouldn't be locked, he had made sure to install a doorknob that couldn't. He heard silence as he listened to try and figure what the boy was up to, then he slowly opened it to find Wufei's room was empty and the window open. As he walked over to it, he found that he couldn't find any trace of Wufei; not even outside. Smirking to himself, he walked out of the bedroom.

"He's one fast son of a bitch.", he mumbled to himself, closing Wufei's door behind him.

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Wufei ran down the block, unsure of where he was going. He just needed to go somewhere far, anywhere but home. He didn't even see as he ran past the bus stop, his legs taking him where they saw fit. His mind was debating on where he could go, while his body was automatically taking him in a direction he'd gone many times. He soon recognized the part of the neighborhood, his eyes looking up at the apartment building that came into view. Just how fast was he running? It usually took him longer to get here. He would think about it later. He made his way to the building, slowing down only to run inside. He prayed Trowa was home.

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Trowa was violently ripped from his sleep by the frantic banging on the apartment door. Groaning, he stood with a stretch. If it was that damn neighbor of his again, he'd kill the old bastard, no questions asked. He couldn't take it anymore. There was no music playing, and Rosa wasn't even here. As he walked out of his room, he growled when the door was banged on again.

"Damn it, I'm coming!", he screamed in annoyance.

He reached the door and unlocked it, flinging it open.

"What the fu-"

His words were cut short and his glare was lost as he found Wufei standing there. He was panting. Had he run here? He couldn't miss the fact that his love's eyes were red and slightly puffy, hell he was still crying. What had happened? The two stood in silence, jade eyes meeting with obsidian. No words were exchanged, even though Trowa was curious as to what brought Wufei to his door at this time of night.

"Wufei, what's wrong?", he finally asked, his hand reaching out to wipe away tears.

Flinging himself forward, Wufei's arms latched around Trowa, his eyes clenching shut as his body started to wrack with sobs. Trowa was caught by surprise when he was grabbed by the shorter teen, but his arms wrapped around the boy, bringing him closer to him. He really needed to know what was wrong now. Pulling the boy in, he headed to the couch, finding Wufei had held on tighter. He was willing to listen to what Wufei wanted to tell him.

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It was about twenty minutes later that the two found themselves on Trowa's bed, Wufei still embraced with the Latino. He had told Trowa most of what had happened, or at least tried to through the sobs. Trowa had learned a lot about Wufei in those twenty minutes, as well. The fights the boy had gotten into never existed. His older brother had been hitting him all that time. He'd guessed that tonight Duo had went too far. From what Wufei had told him, he had hit his back. That's what had caused him to come running here. He actually ran here. Who knew how many blocks that was?

It didn't matter, he actually came. He didn't have anywhere else to run to. Trowa placed a kiss on the boy's head, and he then looked down at him.

"Fei.", he called, catching the boy's attention, "Why did you run?"

Lifting himself away from Trowa, Wufei looked down at him as if he were crazy, or if he had asked a stupid question. Which he probably had. Wufei stopped to think about it himself. He ran because if Duo had gotten up from the floor, he wouldn't be have been with Trowa at this moment. Duo would have surely killed him. Without so much of a second thought, he would've probably beaten him to death. Or maybe he would have even slit his throat, if a knife was close enough. He ran because he wasn't sure if he had actually did what he did. He was confused, he needed help, and someone to tell it too. If Quatre was closer, he was sure he would have run to him. He wasn't, and he couldn't be held by Quatre. At least not how Trowa held him. Looking into emerald orbs, he sighed.

"I ran because I was scared.", he confessed, his voice slightly cracking, "And I didn't have anywhere else to run. Gods Trowa, I. . . he. . . I can't believe what I did."

He felt his eyes start to water and he swore under his breath. He was so damn weak. Why did he have to cry for every little thing?

"So, you fought back. Why be scared? You're a person, you didn't have the right to be treated as if you were something worthless; as if you were nothing."

"I am nothing!", Wufei cried, trying his best to swallow down the lump in his throat.

Trowa stopped in surprise at his beloved's response, it wasn't like him. Why would he think he was nothing? Wufei knew that Trowa wouldn't understand. He was nothing; Duo had told him the truth. It was all he would ever be.

"I look into the mirror.", he started breaking the silence, his voice a mere whisper, "And I see absolutely nothing."

Looking at the Chinese boy, he held him underneath his chin, placing a kiss onto lips he could never get enough of.

"You may see nothing, but when I look at you, I see something much more.", the banged teen told him truthfully.

Trowa's words were whispered, and it made Wufei shiver being the fact that it was said close to his ear. There was a short moment of what felt like a heat run through his body, and he felt himself wanting to feel it again. He didn't know why, but his body needed something. No, yearned for was more the term.

"Fei, are you okay?", he was asked.

Drawn from his thoughts by his boyfriend's question, Wufei nodded before standing. He was growing nervous again. He was starting to know just exactly what the heat meant. He was beginning to understand what his body wanted. He wanted to take his mind off of it. Duo, he'd think of Duo. He'd think of how the boy would kill if he got his hands on him. Stopping, he found himself picturing Trowa's hands. Running over his body, teasing-

Stop! He had to stop thinking that way. Now was not the time to think of sex. Trowa watched as his lover paced back and forth, almost curious as to what had caused Wufei to blank out and get lost in his own world. He didn't mind when the ebony haired teen did that, he found it cute, even adorable. He just wished that Wufei would sometimes tell him what he had to stop and think about. Yet, now that he knew a lot more about Wufei, he had a better idea of what he could be thinking at this moment.

Wufei stopped pacing for a moment to think of where else he could go. Quatre lived in some suite in Manhattan. Besides, he didn't feel for public transportation at the moment. He couldn't stay with Trowa, the boy was distracting; even just sitting there. With no shirt, and boxers that empowered the mind to envision what was underneath them. His lithe, muscular body, and. . .Oh gods! He needed to get out!

"I'm sorry, Trowa but I have to go.", he mumbled quickly, heading for the bedroom door.

Standing with a frown, Trowa caught the boy before he left, turning the boy to face him.

"Where are you going to go?", he asked in concern, green eyes staring down into ebony.

Wufei struggled slightly against the hold he was in. Trowa's hands were on him and he felt as if they made his skin grow hotter. It was torture.

"Trowa, let go.", Wufei begged struggling harder, "I have to go."

"Why?", Trowa questioned, his grip tightening.

Wufei felt himself pulled closer and he knew that his face was starting to flush. Didn't he know what he was doing to him? He heard the taller teen in front of him repeat his question and he nearly growled in frustration. His hands pushed against Trowa's chest, trying to move him away, but it was unsuccessful. When he actually noticed that he was touching Trowa's bare chest, felt his skin underneath his hands, he pulled them away quickly. His blush had brightened and he felt his groin tighten. Couldn't he see why he needed to go? He was not only trying to rid himself of any memories of Heero, Duo, and his damned life, but Trowa was driving him to the point of actually wanting to have sex. Which, as they had discussed, he wasn't ready for.

Trowa on the other hand, was growing impatient. Grabbing Wufei around the waist, he ignored the yelp of surprise, drawing the boy closer to him.

"I'm not going to let you go until you tell me why you have to leave.", Trowa told the boy, his face serious.

He wanted to know why?

"Damn it, Trowa! You're driving me crazy!", Wufei cried, glaring, "You're making me hot and I want you to let me go!"

Frozen in shock, Trowa tightened his hold on the now panting boy. Was he making Wufei hot? Really? He felt a flare of heat run through his body, nestling itself in his now rapidly awakening member.

"Since you put it that way, I don't think I'll let you go.", he whispered huskily, eyes linked with Wufei's, "And you don't want me to let go, do you?"

Wufei felt his heart start to beat as if threatening to break past his rib cage, his panting grew even heavier, and he found he could no longer ignore his body, as it started to scream for more contact than what he was getting. Trowa didn't have to let go. He didn't want him to.

"Gods, Trowa.", he panted, his eyes scanning over the tall Latino before meeting eyes with him gain, "Don't let go."

His hand grabbed hold of Trowa, roughly pulling him forward, their mouths meshing in a passionate kiss. Wufei gave a moan as he felt Trowa's tongue start to caress the cavern of his mouth, growing drunk off of the taste him. He had kissed Trowa before, plenty of times, but never was it this passionate nor this hot. Gods, it felt as if his body was going to go up in flames. Every nerve was screaming, begging for some kind of contact, and he felt himself pulling closer to feel Trowa's skin against his. His damn clothes were in the way.

Trowa's arms completely wrapped around his love's waist, his mouth trying to taste as much as he could. His hands moved to start pulling off the jacket that Wufei had never removed. He was impatient at the moment. He was finally getting what he wanted for weeks, and he wanted it now. His mouth broke away from Wufei's to taste the now exposed skin of the boy's neck, hands still clawing off the annoyingly resistant jacket. His teeth scraped over the sensitive area, tongue caressing, helping to tease even further. It made Wufei groan, as his head leaned back to allow Trowa access to more of the coppery skin. His pants heightened, and he sighed as his pesky jacket was finally removed. The zipper had finally been unzipped. He kicked off his shoes as his hands entangled into auburn locks. He whimpered feeling Trowa's hands slip under his shirt, gliding over his skin. It was tantalizing, slow, and driving him mad.

"Trowa, please.", he begged helplessly, fingers tightening near painfully into Trowa's hair.

He didn't want it before, but now he craved it, wanted it more than anything. His shirt was pulled off and he gave a mewl as his chest came in contact with Trowa's. The feel of Trowa's skin against his was sensational, but it wasn't enough. His eyes closed as he felt Trowa's mouth take his own again, their tongues tangling. He didn't stop his hands from wandering on their own, feeling toned muscles under taut skin. His nails grazed over Trowa's now hardened nipple, and he drank the moan that his boyfriend voiced.

This couldn't be happening, he had to be dreaming. If he was, Trowa didn't care to wake up. He had dreamt way too many wet dreams about the alluring body now in front of him, but none so real. They didn't feel as right as this moment now. His mouth pulled away from Wufei's as he pushed the boy toward his bed, glad that his mother was visiting her sister again. Especially glad that Catherine went with her. He had no time for her taunting, and he knew if she had walked in on them at this moment, she would follow him with it for the rest of his life.

His eyes were directed to the smaller body that now lowered itself onto the mattress, slowly moving to the center of the bed. He knew once they got farther then this, there was no turning back. He had to make sure that Wufei was absolutely sure that he wanted this. And if he didn't, he swore he'd kill something. He hesitated, eyes scanning the tantalizing boy on his bed. It was the one place he had never thought he'd see him. He found his eyes following Wufei's hands as they slowly traveled over his stomach, lowering to unfasten his jeans. He felt like crying when he knew he'd have to stop him, even if it was for just a moment; it would be torture. Slow, agonizing, torture. The kind that made the devil smile in utter satisfaction.

"Wufei, stop!", he cried, black eyes looking up at him in question.

Sighing in relief when the boy's hands fell to his side as he sat straight up, Trowa sat on the bed, eyes locking with Wufei's.

"I know you're probably trying to figure out why I stopped you.", he told the boy, who slid closer to him, "I have to know, again, before we go any farther. Is this what you want?"

He turned away from his lover, not being able to continue to look in those endless depths. The silence had started to grow, making him uneasy and he turned back to Wufei finding he was only mere inches away from him. He would have asked Wufei for an answer, but his mouth was taken, stopping both his words and thoughts.

"Trowa, I would have stopped you ages ago if I didn't want this.", Wufei whispered, his arms now wrapped around the taller teen's neck, "I can't wait any longer, I want you."

Trowa stopped to run through Wufei's words carefully. He wanted to make sure he had heard them correctly. In which he had. Well, since he put it that way. . .

Wufei gasped loudly in surprise as he was pushed back against the bed, Trowa hovering over him. He couldn't even begin to talk, since his mouth had been drawn into another blissful kiss. Trowa was the best thing that ever happened to him. No one else had made him feel loved, not like this. Wufei found himself desperately panting for air, as Trowa's mouth left from his, only to travel over the skin of his chest. Swollen lips parted, enabling a yelp of both surprise and pleasure to escape as Trowa's mouth decided to play with the hardened nub on the boy's small chest. He gave another cry as his other nipple was toyed with by hand, and he found himself arching into the welcoming feel of pleasure he was offered. His pants were becoming way too constricting and he lifted his hips into Trowa's, wordlessly begging for friction. His wish was granted, and his back arched as his hips start to desperately grind against Trowa's. Cries of pleasure were starting to echo throughout the room, but it wasn't enough, he needed something more, anything!

"Trowa! Oh gods! I. . .need. . .please. . ."

His pleads were cut short as his mouth was taken, tongues lashing and dancing. His hands tugged at the hem of Trowa's boxer, demanding for more skin contact. If he didn't get it now, he was sure he'd go mad. Two set of pants filled the quiet of the room as the two broke away for air, hands feeling, caressing, teasing each other until neither could stand it any longer. Wufei felt Trowa's hands fumble with the fastening of his jeans, and he reached down to help, sighing as it was finally opened. His eyes met with his lover's, who had started to remove the pants slowly off of the boy, cursing the pair of boxers that obstructed his view. When the pants were finally discarded somewhere on the floor, both Trowa and Wufei found themselves frozen, unsure of what to do. Where should they start?

"So, we got this far.", Trowa said with a nervous laugh, "I-"

"Trowa.", Wufei interrupted, sitting up, "Touch me."

"Touch you where?"

Pulling Trowa closer to him, Wufei brought his mouth closer to the Latin teen's ear, playfully nibbling on the lobe.

"You know where.", he whispered, his hand taking Trowa's, guiding it to the bulge in his boxers.

Feeling as his hand rested onto the hardened cloth covered flesh, Trowa allowed himself to blush. His moment of bashfulness was quickly over as Wufei lifted into his hand, giving a moan that sent a shiver down his back.

"Trowa! Gods, don't just sit there! Do something!"

Smirking at Wufei's command, Trowa's hand squeezed around the boy, extracting a cry. Mouths meshed as Trowa's hand started to message the swollen flesh concealed under the fabric of Wufei's boxers. As he was slowly pushed back onto the bed, Wufei found himself frantically thrusting up into Trowa's hands, while every moan he gave was muffled. He pulled away from the kiss when his lungs screamed for air. Trowa's hand on him was starting to make his body tremble and he knew he was ready for more than this.

"Trowa, please! I need you!"

Trowa didn't need anymore encouragement then that. In under five seconds, he had both himself and Wufei fully undressed. The two stopped to look the other over, eyes running over each other's body in awe. Green eyes met ebony in a short moment of understanding, before they were caught in a kiss again. Reaching over to the side table, Trowa pulled open the small draw, his hand blindly searching. He had bought lubricant after the day Wufei had first asked to have sex. From friends who already had experience, he learned he was going to need it.

He even remembered Wufei asking him about condoms, and had even bought a box. That was one of the most embarrassing moments he had ever had. Especially when the clerk decided to loudly ask for a price check on it over the intercom. He had endured it, though. Wufei wanted him to use one, and he would. Reluctantly pulling himself away from his love's lips, he looked down at him.

"Are you ready for this?", he asked, placing light kisses over the boy's face.

Impatiently nodding, Wufei raised his hips, both crying out as their members rubbed against each other and heightening their need for intimacy.

"I have to prepare you.", Trowa told the boy, opening the tube of lubricant and squeezing a generous amount of it onto his fingers, "You can wait until I'm done?"

"Damn it, Trowa! Yes!", Wufei mewled, "Just hurry up!"

Sliding his hand over Wufei's inner thighs, he encouraged the boy to spread his legs, his other hand grazing a finger over the boy's opening. Gasping at the touch, Wufei hands automatically clenched to the sheets of the bed. Their eyes met and Wufei nodded, gasping again as he felt Trowa's digit carefully thrust inside him. He felt a small moment of pain, and Trowa caught it.

"Wufei, I'm sorry. If I'm hurting you-"

"No!", Wufei cried, "Just go on, I'll be fine. I'm just not used to it, but please don't stop."

Complying, Trowa started to move his finger. It was strange to Wufei, and he found it hard to relax, but it happened faster then he thought. When Trowa added a second finger, he found himself trying to relax all over again. He was able to, thanks to the help of his lover whispering words of assurance to him.

It wasn't long before another finger was added, joining the first two in thrusting in and out of him, stretching him in the process. He started to pine for more, when his neck arched and he screamed as Trowa's fingers brushed something inside him, startling the Latin boy.

"What? Did I do something wrong, something bad?", he asked, starting to remove his fingers.

"No!", Wufei cried, pushing against them, "Something good, very good. Do it again! Please, Trowa!"

Thrusting his fingers deep inside of the boy, he was rewarded with another scream. Wufei impatiently pushed back against Trowa's moving digits, his body begging for him. Trowa himself wasn't able to wait any longer. Removing his fingers, he hushed Wufei with a kiss before the boy could complain.

"Give me two seconds, Wufei. I'll give you what you want, I promise."

They'd come this far, and neither was going to turn back. Opening the condom packet as quickly and carefully as he could, Trowa removed it, random classes of Sex Ed. running through his head. With the help of a now very impatient Wufei, he was able to place the condom on, satisfied with the fact that it already came lubricated. One hand held onto the Chinese boy's hips as he positioned himself, the other hand holding onto Wufei's. Squeezing the boy's hand slightly, Trowa started to enter him, the head of his organ pushing its way past resisting muscles.

Wufei's eyes clenched shut momentarily from pain as he tightly squeezed Trowa's hand. It hurt, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. It wasn't very long before Trowa was fully sheathed inside of Wufei, both teens panting. Trowa from withholding himself from moving, and Wufei from forcing himself to get past the discomfort. His body soon relaxed, now accepting the fact that Trowa wasn't going to disengage himself anytime soon and he thrust up against the boy, extracting a moan from him.

"Move.", he gently ordered.

His request was whispered in a near begging tone, and it was the only thing Trowa needed before slowly drawing somewhat out and thrusting back into Wufei's tight heat. Their eyes locked as Trowa continued to move slowly. A few seconds later, Trowa's thrusts slightly sped up, along with their breathing. Wufei was moaning every time Trowa pushed back into him. He was in heaven right now. His body was experiencing pleasure for the first time, and he didn't think he ever wanted the feeling to end.

His hips thrust up on their own accord, pulling Trowa deeper into him. That caused the tip of Trowa's staff to graze against the spot deep inside him, making him scream out. He made a correction, this was heaven; feeling Trowa touch him there, deep inside of him. He was beginning to grow addicted to it and he nearly sobbed as the uni-banged teen continued to carefully prod against it. He couldn't take it, Trowa needed to go . . .

"Faster!", he begged, his hand squeezing Trowa's for dear life.

Without question, Trowa did as told, starting to move faster, the bed groaning in protest with its headboard knocking against the wall. He lowered his lips to meet Wufei's, muffling every mewl and cry, feeling as if he impaled deeper into Wufei as the boy's legs wrapped around his waist. He didn't believe he could last much longer. Wufei was tight and was clenching around him even tighter with each stroke he gave. His own body was trembling now, and he found he gave into his own need, starting to shallowly pound into the boy underneath him.

Cries rang throughout the room, as the two on the bed continued to push each other towards the edge, oblivious to anything outside of whatever world they were in. They could barely hear the knocking on the walls from the neighbors telling them to put a lid on it. It was only them, in that moment, at that time. It wasn't long before Wufei felt himself growing closer, and ebony eyes pleaded up to jade.

"Trowa please!", he sobbed from pure bliss, "I need. . . gods yes. . . s-something. . . anything!"

Knowing exactly what his smaller lover wanted, Trowa's hand moved from his hip, encircling itself around Wufei's weeping erection and began to stroke it in time with him. With his head thrown back as even louder cries of ecstacy fell from his lips, Wufei's vision grew white as he felt himself rapidly crawling towards release. His entire body quaked from being stroked both outside and in, and before he knew it, he was tumbling off of the edge.

He screamed his lover's name, back arching as he spilled himself on Trowa's hand, on both their stomach's. Trowa on the other hand continued to move in and out of Wufei, until the boy pulsating around him was unbearable and he came with a loud cry of his own, dispensing himself into the latex protection he wore. His head rested against Wufei's shoulder, as they both laid there in the after glow, trying to catch their breaths. Their hands that had been joined together had never broke apart. Lifting his head from Wufei's shoulder, Trowa pulled his now flaccid member out from the boy, quickly disposing the condom into the wastebasket near his bed. He pulled Wufei closer to him, and placed a short kiss on slightly pouting lips. They laid together in silence, not sure if they wanted to break it or not, but Trowa had something to say to his Chinese lover.

"Did I ever tell you that I love you?"

Ebony eyes snapped open to look at Trowa, and Wufei shook his head in disbelief. Trowa couldn't have said what he thought he said.

"What?"

"Te amo[1], Wufei.", Trowa told him, pulling the boy closer to him, "I always will."

Smiling weakly, Wufei whispered an "I love you, too" before he found himself drifting off to sleep, Trowa right behind him. It was good to finally feel loved again.

T.B.C

[1] It's pretty obvious. It mean's I love you. Hopefully I'm right, I got it translated once again.

*faints*

Lloyd: I think it was a lot for her people. It's been awhile since she wrote a lemon.

Jim: Whatever. I'm even surprised she wrote that much.

Lloyd: Well...there's your lemon folks. I hope you liked it.

C-Chan2: *still unconscious* I'm sorry if it sucked, I'm a bit rusty at writing them.

Jim: How can she be unconscious if she can talk?

Lloyd: Don't question her. Well, leave reviews and we'll see you with the next chapter!