well, hello there! it's exztazi again! though, here, in the GW universe, it's Exztazi Kushrenada-Merquise. my parents are Treize and Zechs. cool, huh?
treize *pinks* exztazi... get on with it, already.
exztazi oh... right. neways, this ficcie is GW, duh, and AU. DEFINITELY AU!!! ano, in it quatre's OOC. wufei is too, kinda', and trowa. hmm, what else?
zechs well exztazi, you could give them the disclaimer... ?
exztazi that's right! i could, couldn't i? well, GW doesn't belong to me and neither do any of the characters. except MINE, of course. they can't take away Nick!! what else daddy?
treize warnings?
exztazi okies, it's yaoi and um, i guess it's lime? maybe it's just citrus-y? *sweatdrops* neways, it's something! there's sex, just not graphic! if you don't know what yaoi is, i'll explain... *ahem* boy sees boy, boy LIKES boy (yes, "IN THAT WAY") boy chases boy, boy drags boy to bed and then we censor the rest unless you like LEMONS!!! *gasp, hack* whoa, one breath! new record!
treize *sweatdrops* she didn't get it from me, zechs. must be from your sister.
zechs *nods* actually, she's not so bad now that she and dorothy have gotten together.
exztazi hey, i happen to LIKE aunt dorothy! ano... can't say the same for aunt relena, though... *sweatdrops*
neways, on to the ficcie! (see, Walker_boh71 and Princess of Saiyans, i made it shorter!! aren't you proud of me? *beams*)
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Quatre sat on a stool in a bar, miserable, nursing his drink. He was underage and had never even been to one before, but no one on L2 cared one way or the other. He was certainly the object of a lot of attention, considering his youth and prettiness, but he didn't notice. His mind was still reeling from the conversation that had brought him here.
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"Oh please, Quatre... What do you think you are to me?"
Trowa's voice was mocking, his eyes furious. Quatre swallowed hard, stepping back. Didn't Trowa think of the night before, when they had spent hours in each others arms? Trowa had told him that he loved him when he'd come inside Quatre.
"I... Trowa... " he started, shocked and hurt by his beloved's vehement denial of his admission.
Trowa laughed harshly, biting out his next words.
"You don't understand, do you? You're just a conveniance for me. A bitch. A fuck-toy. Like the sound of that, my little whore?"
Quatre's eyes widened. "But... Trowa, you told me... "
"... That I loved you? I LIED. Your love means nothing to me. Get over it." With these words, Trowa left.
Quatre stood still, hands clenched to his heart, the pain making him feel faint. Trowa had just effectively destroyed him. Tears slipped unheeded down his face as he ducked his head. His voice was soft and broken.
"If that is all I am to you, Trowa... then that is all I deserve to be."
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"Well, well... What have we here?"
Quatre looked up from his drink to see a man of around thirty. He was tall and burly, like Rashid--The thought of his former manservant made his heart sink further within him. He'd been disowned and disinherited as soon as his father had discovered his status as a Gundam Pilot and he hadn't seen any of the Maguanacs since then--Studying the other further, he saw he had long-ish black hair, oiled in harsh waves and pulled in a ponytail reminding him vaguely of Wufei's. He had a thin, faintly sneering mouth, an almost square-set jaw, fairly wide and long nose, and his eyes were... Quatre stared openly. His eyes were a deep forest green... Trowa's eyes.
Tearing himself away from his stare, he stood. He was at least two feet shorter than the man. "Looking for something in particular?" he said, giving his best seductive smile. The guy laughed and wrapped an arm around Quatre's thin waist, pressing close. Leaning close to Quatre's ear, his whisper tone was obvious. "Cheap and easy, baby. Cheap and easy."
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Trowa watched out the window, his worry growing with every minute passing. He hadn't wanted to hurt Quatre, but he just knew he'd somehow cause the little blond to be seriously harmed if they'd continued their relationship. The few short hours that they'd had together, Trowa cherished within his heart at the only happiness he'd ever had in his life. Quatre's smiles, the words he'd whispered, the sweet expression and pretty moans and sighs. Everything about the small blond absolutely enchanted the taller, silent boy. He'd meant that he loved the petite boy, and it had nearly killed Trowa to say such awful things to him.
He looked again outside. Still no sign of Quatre. //Gods, what if he's hurt? I'll just die if he is. Please, whoever's listening, please let Quatre be okay... //
***
Quatre kept his eyes closed, arms wrapped loosely around the older man's--his name was Nick--neck as he was pounded into, the bed rocking from the force of his thrusts. He let himself pretend that Nick was really Trowa and moaned, arching up against the brunette. The man chuckled raggedly, placing a hard kiss upon Quatre's bruised lips. No, this wasn't right. This wasn't Trowa. Trowa hated him. He was nothing but THIS to Trowa. His body betrayed him and came, ripping a despaired shriek from the blond's throat. At the sound of Quatre's completion, Nick grunted and his seed flooded the boy's body. He collapsed, nearly crushing the blond under him.
Quatre's heart was dead.
He barely heard Nick apologizing. Why was he apologizing? For the pain? The pain was welcome. Let it hurt. Quatre welcomed it. Pain let him know that he still existed. He sat up, feeling hollow and defiled. "Don't worry about it. I've been hurt before." Nick shook his head and fished around for his wallet, finally bringing it up. "Wha' do I owe ya'?" Quatre looked at him for a moment and then smiled. It was as fake and empty as he felt. "A ciggarette. I think I need some nicotine." Nick laughed and lit one, giving it to him. "So, first time freebie, huh?" he said, amused. Quatre laughed dejectedly and took a deep drag, letting out the smoke slowly. "No, baby. For you," he looked up and met the Trowa, yet not Trowa, eyes, "I'm free anytime you want."
***
The Chinese boy stared hard at the THING on his plate. He poked at it with his fork. It didn't move or give any other sign of being alive. "Duo no baka, what is THIS? Where is Quatre? He must be seriously ill to let YOU cook breakfast." The braided boy shrugged and poked at his own breakfast. "We~ll, I TRIED to get him up, but he just told me to go away and that he wasn't cooking today." Wufei frowned. "That's not at all like him. Something must have upset him." He nearly jumped at the startled sound the boy at his right made. He turned to Trowa and his frown deepened. The French boy was pale and looked shocked. "What did you do to him, Trowa?" Duo practically cried, bouncing in his seat. Trowa set his mouth in a thin line, seeming to think for a moment. "I told him that I didn't care about his love. He doesn't matter to me and I let him know. If he took it badly, that's not my problem."
"No, Trowa, it never is, hmm?"
All four boys jumped, fixing their eyes on the small blond that stood in the doorway. Quatre was pale and looked especially fragile in his overly large white pajama shirt and drawstring pants, but there was a coldness to his eyes that didn't belong to such a sweet and lively person. "That's alright. I don't care anymore either. It's easier not to care, isn't it, Trowa?" he said, voice even and toneless. "I you've taught me nothing else, you've taught me that." Then his expression darkened. "Oh, wait... you taught me something else!" He walked over and settled himself in Wufei's lap, leaning over to kiss the Chinese pilot with a passion that left Wufei gasping and needy. Quatre smiled, and it was genuine, trailing pale, slender fingers along the other's jaw. He then turned to Trowa and his smile turned to a sneer. "You taught me how to be a bitch and a fuck-toy." He stood gracefully and walked to the door, lingering long enough to give each of the other pilots a considering look. His gaze finally rested again on his former lover.
"I'm a very GOOD fuck-toy, Trowa." And with a final, decisive bang, the door shut, leaving the four pilots alone again.
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*gasp* do you like it? i thought it was such a cool idea, i couldn't pass it up! i mean, who would EVER think of quatre-chan in such an angsty, wierd-ass situation but me? EXACTLY!! NO ONE CAN DO WIERD-ASS SITUATIONS LIKE ME!! *hack* okies, that's out of my system. well, if you like it, GIVE ME FEEDBACK!! my email is: exztazi@angelfire.com OR exztazi@mechpilot.com
treize alright, come on, dear. time to go.
zechs *sighs* yes, we have to go to a dinner party at your aunt's
exztazi WHAT?!?! *grabs on to the ficcie for dear life*
*both treize and zechs sweatdrop*
treize exztazi, it's not that bad...
exztazi yes it is! you're not the one she tries to dress in PINK!!! *shrieks hysterically for help*
zechs *sighs* if you come, we'll drop by Hiro's and let you bother him for a while...
exztazi *perks up* promise?
treize it's a promise.
exztazi okies! *lets go and leaves with parents*
duo *enters and snickers* i've taught her well! truly worthy of being called Shinigami's apprentice! *turns to audience and grins maniacally* as for you people... send her feedback or i'll send ZERO-system quatre after you! *grins again and waves* ja ne!
treize *pinks* exztazi... get on with it, already.
exztazi oh... right. neways, this ficcie is GW, duh, and AU. DEFINITELY AU!!! ano, in it quatre's OOC. wufei is too, kinda', and trowa. hmm, what else?
zechs well exztazi, you could give them the disclaimer... ?
exztazi that's right! i could, couldn't i? well, GW doesn't belong to me and neither do any of the characters. except MINE, of course. they can't take away Nick!! what else daddy?
treize warnings?
exztazi okies, it's yaoi and um, i guess it's lime? maybe it's just citrus-y? *sweatdrops* neways, it's something! there's sex, just not graphic! if you don't know what yaoi is, i'll explain... *ahem* boy sees boy, boy LIKES boy (yes, "IN THAT WAY") boy chases boy, boy drags boy to bed and then we censor the rest unless you like LEMONS!!! *gasp, hack* whoa, one breath! new record!
treize *sweatdrops* she didn't get it from me, zechs. must be from your sister.
zechs *nods* actually, she's not so bad now that she and dorothy have gotten together.
exztazi hey, i happen to LIKE aunt dorothy! ano... can't say the same for aunt relena, though... *sweatdrops*
neways, on to the ficcie! (see, Walker_boh71 and Princess of Saiyans, i made it shorter!! aren't you proud of me? *beams*)
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Quatre sat on a stool in a bar, miserable, nursing his drink. He was underage and had never even been to one before, but no one on L2 cared one way or the other. He was certainly the object of a lot of attention, considering his youth and prettiness, but he didn't notice. His mind was still reeling from the conversation that had brought him here.
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"Oh please, Quatre... What do you think you are to me?"
Trowa's voice was mocking, his eyes furious. Quatre swallowed hard, stepping back. Didn't Trowa think of the night before, when they had spent hours in each others arms? Trowa had told him that he loved him when he'd come inside Quatre.
"I... Trowa... " he started, shocked and hurt by his beloved's vehement denial of his admission.
Trowa laughed harshly, biting out his next words.
"You don't understand, do you? You're just a conveniance for me. A bitch. A fuck-toy. Like the sound of that, my little whore?"
Quatre's eyes widened. "But... Trowa, you told me... "
"... That I loved you? I LIED. Your love means nothing to me. Get over it." With these words, Trowa left.
Quatre stood still, hands clenched to his heart, the pain making him feel faint. Trowa had just effectively destroyed him. Tears slipped unheeded down his face as he ducked his head. His voice was soft and broken.
"If that is all I am to you, Trowa... then that is all I deserve to be."
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"Well, well... What have we here?"
Quatre looked up from his drink to see a man of around thirty. He was tall and burly, like Rashid--The thought of his former manservant made his heart sink further within him. He'd been disowned and disinherited as soon as his father had discovered his status as a Gundam Pilot and he hadn't seen any of the Maguanacs since then--Studying the other further, he saw he had long-ish black hair, oiled in harsh waves and pulled in a ponytail reminding him vaguely of Wufei's. He had a thin, faintly sneering mouth, an almost square-set jaw, fairly wide and long nose, and his eyes were... Quatre stared openly. His eyes were a deep forest green... Trowa's eyes.
Tearing himself away from his stare, he stood. He was at least two feet shorter than the man. "Looking for something in particular?" he said, giving his best seductive smile. The guy laughed and wrapped an arm around Quatre's thin waist, pressing close. Leaning close to Quatre's ear, his whisper tone was obvious. "Cheap and easy, baby. Cheap and easy."
***
Trowa watched out the window, his worry growing with every minute passing. He hadn't wanted to hurt Quatre, but he just knew he'd somehow cause the little blond to be seriously harmed if they'd continued their relationship. The few short hours that they'd had together, Trowa cherished within his heart at the only happiness he'd ever had in his life. Quatre's smiles, the words he'd whispered, the sweet expression and pretty moans and sighs. Everything about the small blond absolutely enchanted the taller, silent boy. He'd meant that he loved the petite boy, and it had nearly killed Trowa to say such awful things to him.
He looked again outside. Still no sign of Quatre. //Gods, what if he's hurt? I'll just die if he is. Please, whoever's listening, please let Quatre be okay... //
***
Quatre kept his eyes closed, arms wrapped loosely around the older man's--his name was Nick--neck as he was pounded into, the bed rocking from the force of his thrusts. He let himself pretend that Nick was really Trowa and moaned, arching up against the brunette. The man chuckled raggedly, placing a hard kiss upon Quatre's bruised lips. No, this wasn't right. This wasn't Trowa. Trowa hated him. He was nothing but THIS to Trowa. His body betrayed him and came, ripping a despaired shriek from the blond's throat. At the sound of Quatre's completion, Nick grunted and his seed flooded the boy's body. He collapsed, nearly crushing the blond under him.
Quatre's heart was dead.
He barely heard Nick apologizing. Why was he apologizing? For the pain? The pain was welcome. Let it hurt. Quatre welcomed it. Pain let him know that he still existed. He sat up, feeling hollow and defiled. "Don't worry about it. I've been hurt before." Nick shook his head and fished around for his wallet, finally bringing it up. "Wha' do I owe ya'?" Quatre looked at him for a moment and then smiled. It was as fake and empty as he felt. "A ciggarette. I think I need some nicotine." Nick laughed and lit one, giving it to him. "So, first time freebie, huh?" he said, amused. Quatre laughed dejectedly and took a deep drag, letting out the smoke slowly. "No, baby. For you," he looked up and met the Trowa, yet not Trowa, eyes, "I'm free anytime you want."
***
The Chinese boy stared hard at the THING on his plate. He poked at it with his fork. It didn't move or give any other sign of being alive. "Duo no baka, what is THIS? Where is Quatre? He must be seriously ill to let YOU cook breakfast." The braided boy shrugged and poked at his own breakfast. "We~ll, I TRIED to get him up, but he just told me to go away and that he wasn't cooking today." Wufei frowned. "That's not at all like him. Something must have upset him." He nearly jumped at the startled sound the boy at his right made. He turned to Trowa and his frown deepened. The French boy was pale and looked shocked. "What did you do to him, Trowa?" Duo practically cried, bouncing in his seat. Trowa set his mouth in a thin line, seeming to think for a moment. "I told him that I didn't care about his love. He doesn't matter to me and I let him know. If he took it badly, that's not my problem."
"No, Trowa, it never is, hmm?"
All four boys jumped, fixing their eyes on the small blond that stood in the doorway. Quatre was pale and looked especially fragile in his overly large white pajama shirt and drawstring pants, but there was a coldness to his eyes that didn't belong to such a sweet and lively person. "That's alright. I don't care anymore either. It's easier not to care, isn't it, Trowa?" he said, voice even and toneless. "I you've taught me nothing else, you've taught me that." Then his expression darkened. "Oh, wait... you taught me something else!" He walked over and settled himself in Wufei's lap, leaning over to kiss the Chinese pilot with a passion that left Wufei gasping and needy. Quatre smiled, and it was genuine, trailing pale, slender fingers along the other's jaw. He then turned to Trowa and his smile turned to a sneer. "You taught me how to be a bitch and a fuck-toy." He stood gracefully and walked to the door, lingering long enough to give each of the other pilots a considering look. His gaze finally rested again on his former lover.
"I'm a very GOOD fuck-toy, Trowa." And with a final, decisive bang, the door shut, leaving the four pilots alone again.
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*gasp* do you like it? i thought it was such a cool idea, i couldn't pass it up! i mean, who would EVER think of quatre-chan in such an angsty, wierd-ass situation but me? EXACTLY!! NO ONE CAN DO WIERD-ASS SITUATIONS LIKE ME!! *hack* okies, that's out of my system. well, if you like it, GIVE ME FEEDBACK!! my email is: exztazi@angelfire.com OR exztazi@mechpilot.com
treize alright, come on, dear. time to go.
zechs *sighs* yes, we have to go to a dinner party at your aunt's
exztazi WHAT?!?! *grabs on to the ficcie for dear life*
*both treize and zechs sweatdrop*
treize exztazi, it's not that bad...
exztazi yes it is! you're not the one she tries to dress in PINK!!! *shrieks hysterically for help*
zechs *sighs* if you come, we'll drop by Hiro's and let you bother him for a while...
exztazi *perks up* promise?
treize it's a promise.
exztazi okies! *lets go and leaves with parents*
duo *enters and snickers* i've taught her well! truly worthy of being called Shinigami's apprentice! *turns to audience and grins maniacally* as for you people... send her feedback or i'll send ZERO-system quatre after you! *grins again and waves* ja ne!