Hello everyone, this is my first story in... a long time, so bear with me, please. For fair warning: This is a mature story, set in and Alternate Universe, which will make reference to sex, hold strong language and talk about some serious topics, such as trans-gendered people, homosexuals, sex reassignment surgery, murder and many other things. If any of this isn't your cup of tea, or you are not open-minded enough to handle it, then please, do not waste your time or mine. Thank you and please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its charries.

Chapter One

Wufei grunted as his lover released inside of him, knowing he himself wouldn't enjoy the same pleasure, but not minding too terribly. He rarely got off anyway, since he had long ago forbade Duo Maxwell from touching him.. There. It was one of many things that the man claimed he didn't understand about his Chinese lover, and a side-effect of the reason they would probably break up. Actually, this was, most likely, their last time together. Though they had never lacked passion, there were many parts of him that his boyfriend would never be able to accept.

The male part, for instance.

"Fuck, Meiran..." Duo whispered softly into his ear, kissing along his neck. It made Wufei's heart clench in his chest to hear the man he loved call him by that name. It hurt more when Duo gently groped at his breasts- Another thing he was forbidden to do, but often did anyway- those hated bags of fat. They would be the first to go.

"Duo, stop.."

Duo looked him in the eyes, "No, Mei, it shouldn't be a big deal. I've bowed on a lot of things, you know."

Wufei was silent for a moment and Duo pulled out of his ass and rolled onto his back, the mood lost. It was true, after all, that Duo had made a lot of sacrifices for him, without Wufei ever telling him why. He looked at Duo for a moment, almost regretting what he was going to do. Almost, because he knew he couldn't live this way. This farce of a life was not just, and it was not truthful. Between the two of them, these were their most important virtues. Duo would only hate him more if he continued this way, right?

He closed his eyes, knowing that Duo was lost to him either way. Wufei leaned over Duo and gave him a gentle kiss, wanting to remember that mouth forever.

They'd been together since Wufei's senior year in high school, while Duo was finishing his training at the police academy. It had been five years now, Wufei was working as a secretary in a law firm while attending the DePaul College of Law and Duo as a homicide detective for the Chicago Police Department, climbing higher and faster all the time. It hurt to see this part of his life go, but Wufei knew he couldn't put it off any longer, not with his first surgery already scheduled.

Rolling on his side, Wufei looked into Duo's eyes and took a deep breath.

"We... We need to talk."

~!~!~

Two years. Two fucking years and he still thought about Meiran every day. Not that she was Meiran anymore. Fucking insane, that's what it was.

Duo growled and pushed back from his desk, fed up. It was this stupid case, he told himself. Sick bastard going around killing trannys and he kept thinking "What if I see Meiran's face?" But then, he probably wouldn't recognize her now, would he... He hadn't seen her since that night she told him she was 'always a man on the inside'. How the hell was he supposed to take that? He was a heterosexual male, dammit. Yeah, he loved her, but how was he supposed to stay with that? Maybe that's why he never quite got over her. He still loved Meiran, but Meiran didn't exist anymore. It was almost like she'd died, but worse, in a way because he knew she was still out there, just as some freak man-thing. How the hell did a sex change even worse for women turning into men? Not like they could just chop-

"Maxwell, lunch break."

Duo looked up in time to see his partner, Heero Yuy, joined by the resident angel, Quatre R. Winner and the blonde's ever-present shadow and partner, Trowa Barton. Quatre gave him a bright, beaming smile, "What he means is to ask if you want to go to Antonio's with us for lunch."

"Hn," Came Heero's acknowledgment, which Duo had learned could mean anything from 'yes' to 'I'm only humoring you'. Duo forced his usual smile.

"Sure, Man, sounds great. The lack of leads in this case was starting to drive me crazy anyway." Duo said, moving back from desk even more than before and standing, brushing imaginary dust from his pants.

"The one hunting down and murdering transgendered individuals in the style of a crucifixion, right?" Quatre asked, a empathetic sort of look on his face. Quatre had a way about him that made him never seem sympathetic or pitying, but rather like he always understood exactly what people felt and could someone feel it on the same level. It was both a freaky and useful trait. He and Trowa made the best interrogation team on the force, in any department.

"Hn," Heero supplied with a nod, his cobalt eyes hard as steel and set in a glare aimed, thankfully, at the wall.

Trowa shook his head and spoke up in his soft, deep voice, a rarity even within their small group, "Sick." Heero made his agreeing noise again, and Duo nodded.

It really was sick. As much as Duo didn't agree with that... choice, as little as he understood it, he didn't think that anyone deserved to be killed for who they were or chose to be. Especially not in that sort of way. There had been six victims so far, all in different parts of the city, all beaten, whipped and stabbed in the side before hung on a cross in an apartment rented under a false identity. There had been many theories about why the killer chose this style, which would obviously bring to mind Jesus Christ, but Duo had his own ideas. He thought the killer was saying: "Some sins even Jesus couldn't die for."

~!~!~

Wufei took a deep breath and sat the paper down, stilling his body to prevent the nervous shake it was desperate to preform. In a word, it was terrifying, knowing that he had known at least one of Pontius Pilate's victims. Sally Poe had been a doctor at the clinic he went to for his hormones and her name was one of only two press-confirmed identities. It was awful enough knowing that a kind woman like Sally could be murdered so viciously, but also horrifying that the killer may also know who Wufei himself was. Wufei was many things, but he was not stupid. He knew that despite his black belt in martial arts, no one was invincible and if Pontius Pilate managed to drug him, like the others, it would not do him any good. His only hope before he could feel truly safe would be for police to catch the man who did this.

The police. Duo..

"Hilde!"

Wufei froze, recognizing that voice even after these past two years apart. 'Speak of the devil and he will appear,' He thought morosely. Luckily, he was still on his break and it appeared that Hilde Schbeiker was about to take their table anyway. Was Duo a regular here? Wufei usually worked the night shift, so he wouldn't know.

"Hey there, Stud-Muffin," Hilde said cheerfully, her mannerisms confirming what Wufei had expected. She stance was still polite, holding the menus down in front of her like she would for any customer. Duo was a regular, one that she obviously enjoyed the company of, but not a close, personal friend. And, more importantly, not a romantic partner. This made Wufei's shoulders sag in relief; He wasn't sure how he would be able to deal with seeing Duo with someone else, even after all this time. Hilde was still talking during all of this, "And you brought the other stud-muffins, how nice of you." She laughed her cure little feminine laugh. Ugh, she was so Duo's type that Wufei thought he might be sick.

'Suck it up, Wufei, you are not some weak woman.'

Duo chuckled, "Actually, today they're the ones that brought me. I don't know that I'd call these homely dudes stud-muffins though."

"Hn, baka." Damn, was that Heero Yuy? Another reason to be concerned; Heero had been Duo's partner on the force for three years before Duo and himself broke up, and those deep blue eyes never missed a thing. Even if he managed to evade Duo, chances were very good that Heero would both see him and recognize him. And to think he used to admire him for that attention to detail.

"Wufei, you're five minutes over your break time," the owner, Treize Khushrenada said, startling Wufei for a moment. The man was surprisingly sneaky, in his own way, and constantly had Wufei on his toes, both with swift orders and cunning sexual advances. None of which Wufei had accepted, of course. He wasn't ready for anyone in his new life to know about his sex change. They all knew him as Chang Wufei, and that's the way he would like it to stay.

"I'm sorry, my head was elsewhere. I will try to be less disrespectful in the future."

Treize laughed softly, elegant in his ways, as usual, "When have you ever worried about being respectful to me?" Wufei allowed a little smirk at this. It was true that they often forewent the formalities of being boss and employee and delved into heated and controversial debates. Treize was certainly good company for such things.

"Hey Wufei? You're off your break, right?" Hilde asked, coming back and taking her apron off, "I'm sorry to ask this, but could ya take table five?" Shit, Duo's table. "I have to go take my lunch."

"Uh, sure," Wufei said, trying to sound like he didn't care, all the while freaking out inside. No, not freaking out. Chang Wufei did not freak out, under any circumstances, but he was certainly... Apprehensive. Hilde thanked him, obviously not catching his slip and went to punch out for her lunch before the five hour mark.

Wufei slowly approached the table. "Hello, Hilde will be taking her lunch break, so I will be your waiter for the time being. If you need anything, please let me know," he said, his voice soft and honey-like, much to his relief, not a single stumble. He remembered at the last moment to put his given name first, as he was supposed to with customers.

~!~!~

"My name is Wufei Chang."

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