Deviants
© 2014
Written By : Storm
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing in any way, shape, or form. This fanfiction has been written for entertainment purposes only.
Warning: AU, Yaoi, Mature Sexual Themes, Strong Language, Emotional Angst, Strong Adult Themes
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SCENE 2 (SATURDAY)
Triton woke to the sound of a door slamming faintly in the distance. Blinking groggily, he looked blearily at the light blue wall, his body unwilling to follow his mind in rousing. He felt exhausted, like a heavy weight was pressing all over his body, which hurt. His arms hurt and his legs hurt and his ass hurt especially. Triton winced at the painful twinge that shot down his thigh as he shifted under the warm bedcovers. Why did it hurt so much? His mind felt so fuzzy and numb, so Triton closed his eyes again, relaxing back towards slumber.
A loud voice reached Triton's ears. He crinkled in nose in annoyance at the mental disturbance, hoping whoever it was would quiet down quickly. He was so tired, and so sore, and the bed was so warm. He just wanted to sleep. But the sudden rattling of a doorknob sharply broke the blessed silence of the room and Triton groaned a bit, burying his head deeper in the pillow he had.
Then there was a loud slam and the sound of splintering wood, which sent a jolt through Triton's heart, waking him up thoroughly. His eyes went wide as he heard an extremely familiar voice shout.
"You fucking bastard, Heero!"
Heero. The crisp memory of last night came flooding back to Triton, clearing his mind right up as he remembered where he was. He opened his mouth to speak when a hand jerked back the warm sheets, then wrapped around his arm, pulling him suddenly from the bed. Triton stumbled to the knees on the floor, his legs feeling about as solid as jelly. Looking up, he saw Trowa, who had his hands clenched tightly in fists and was sending Heero a glare of death.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Heero!?" Trowa shouted angrily, his voice bellowing in the simple room. "Why the hell would you think Triton is yours to fuck around with!? He's seventeen, you bastard! I told you to stay the hell away from him!"
Heero, who hadn't stirred yet from his sleeping position on his back, raised a hand to push back his unruly bangs from his face. One eye opened to regard Trowa for a moment before he closed it again, exhaling slowly. "I wanted him," he spoke, his voice neutral and casual, his face expressionless. "So I took him."
"He wasn't yours to take, Heero!" Trowa snapped back. "He's not some toy for you to play with and discard! He's my brother! He doesn't need to deal with your shit!" Trowa shook his head, pushing a hand to his temple. His expression looked very strained. Triton had never seen him look so upset before. "This attitude of yours has gone beyond belief now…you can't just take anyone you want," Trowa continued. "It's bad enough the way Duo puts up with you, but now you had to go and corrupt Triton, too!"
Heero stirred, though he was obviously unhappy about having to do so, sitting up with a slightly annoyed look on his hard face. "I never corrupted Triton," he calmly protested, looking down at Triton beside Trowa. He hadn't moved from the spot, watching the two of them arguing. "Triton chose it of his own will." Heero smirked down at him and Triton felt shivers shoot up and down his spine as memories came up. He wasn't sure if it was a pleasant shiver, or a bad one. It was so hard to tell, with Heero.
Trowa glowered at Heero like a furnace about to blow. Not that he hadn't already blown, as this was the usually quiet and emotionless Trowa standing here, but he was sure to be able to go farther in his rage, it seemed. Heero met Trowa's sharp glare evenly with his own ice cold gaze.
"Triton, get your clothes on, now," Trowa suddenly snapped the order sharply, his eyes never leaving Heero. Triton moved into action as quickly as he could, which wasn't that fast, as he was sore all over, especially his lower half. Trowa returned to speaking with Heero. Well, it was more like speaking at Heero. "I'm not just going to ignore this, Heero, as you'd have it. I won't brush it aside. I've forgiven you countless times for everything you've done to me, and I don't interfere with the way you abuse others, but Triton is my brother, and I won't let you use him like a toy. I won't let you do as you wish with Triton."
"Shouldn't that be Triton's choice?" Heero replied, a bit of ice in his voice now. "After all, your brotherly act of protection seems a little redundant considering you barely see Triton. How old were you, Triton, when Trowa showed up?" Trowa's eyes narrowed. Triton thought it safer to not answer, focusing on getting his pants on. Heero wasn't looking at him anyways, his gaze locked in this strange death stare with Trowa. "How much do you actually know about your brother, Trowa? How much time do you spend with him?" Heero's tone dropped to one with a bit more bite. "Last I checked, you were too busy with Quatre and his ass to be standing up for your half-brother."
"This isn't about Quatre, Heero," Trowa bit back. The atmosphere was tense, and Triton could almost imagine the invisible daggers they were both glaring at each other. "If this is your twisted way of making me angry, it worked. Whether I spend time with Triton or not, he's still my brother and I still told you to stay away from him! I-," Trowa paused, his voice catching.
Triton was in the process of pulling his shirt over his head, and when he could look up at Trowa, he was shocked to see that the anger was gone. Instead, Trowa had a hand over his eyes and looked almost like he was struggling with a mental anguish. Then his face smoothed into the usual expression Triton recognized. The look which wasn't really a look, the emotionless, plain face that Trowa always wore. The mask that had always frightened Triton a little bit with its lack of expression.
"I can't do it anymore with you, Heero," Trowa spoke, his voice quieter, less angered. "I can't play your games. I'm tired of it. I'm done with everything."
Heero was quiet for a moment, then he laid back down, rolling to his side and waving a hand absently. "Fine, Trowa. Do whatever you want."
Trowa stared at Heero's back, and then he turned and grabbed Triton by the wrist, pulling him out of the room after him. Triton noticed the broken door hinges and realized Trowa must have busted the door in.
"I can't believe you did this, Triton," Trowa was lecturing him, his tone serious. "Did you even stop to think about Catherine? She waited up half the night for you and was in a panic this morning when you didn't show up for the show."
A wave of guilt washed over Triton. He hadn't even thought of Catherine! To be honest, Catherine and work were far from his thoughts last night. Triton hadn't really been able to focus on anything past Heero's hands and tongue touching him. Now he'd missed work, which never ended up well. Trowa was here, which meant Catherine had called him, and Trowa was mad! Triton had never seen Trowa this angry, even now when he wasn't yelling. His grip on Triton's arm was painful, even.
What was going on? Everything was suddenly such a crazy mess around him!
"You!" Trowa paused in the main room, pointing a finger accusingly at Duo. He was sitting in his boxers at the table, a very large cup of coffee in front of him. "You should have done something to stop this, Duo. You, of all people, know how Heero is!"
Duo sighed, his eyes half closed and his expression much more weary then yesterday. He looked to Trowa, rubbing a hand across his face. "What do you expect from me, Trowa? You know as well as I do that you can't stop Heero if he decides he wants something. No one stops him, especially me." Duo looked mournfully back to his coffee, staring into the black liquid.
Triton watched Duo, finding him to be just as perfectly attractive now, with messy hair and a groggy face, as he had been last night. The expression on his handsome face was a bit saddening to look at, though. Triton wondered for a moment if Duo maybe had gotten in a fight with Wufei or something, to cause him to look so sad. The Chinese man wasn't here, that Triton could see.
"You should have tried, Duo," Trowa insisted, then he continued on through the flat, pulling Triton behind him. Triton met Duo's eyes for a moment as he passed and he impulsively gave Duo a wave goodbye.
Even with the ache from the evening of rough sex with Heero, Triton couldn't deny his urges for Duo. He felt he would jump right back into bed in a heartbeat if it was with Duo. Triton knew Duo was with Wufei, but that didn't stop him from having these intense feelings every time he laid eyes on Duo or saw those violet eyes looking back his way. Something about Duo had hooked around Triton's heartstrings, ever since he had first laid eyes on the gorgeous man in the doorway yesterday and Duo had smiled at him.
That entrancing smile! Triton had a crush, and it was thrilling! He got so damn excited around Duo!
But then the excitement would always fade when Triton remembered Wufei, and the fact that Duo was unavailable. Plus, Triton had just slept with his roommate. It was surely never going to be a possibility, now. Not that it ever really had been a possibility, Triton thought.
Trowa gave Triton barely enough time to slip his shoes on before he was dragging him outside. Triton stumbled at the car as Trowa let go of him, his muscles flaring up in a fiery ache. Trowa watched him collapse and glowered for another moment before his face softened.
"He wasn't even careful with you, was he?" Trowa asked, helping Triton to stand again and opening the door to help him in. "The bastard could have been more gentle."
Triton didn't answer, Heero's words from last night echoing in his mind. 'You are mine, Triton, mine to claim and mine to use. However I please.' Heero had not been gentle, as he had warned Triton, and it had hurt, a lot. It still hurt, now. But Triton couldn't deny the pleasure and ecstasy that Heero had given him last night, too. Painful pleasure, at times, but Triton had never felt something so intense before. Heero was obviously very experienced with men.
Triton sat carefully in the car, trying to keep still, but his body ached with every bump in the road as they started the short drive home. It was silent as Triton stared out the window at the houses passing by. He didn't speak. He didn't feel like talking right now. There was too much going on in his head, and he hadn't sorted anything out yet. He needed to think.
But Trowa broke the silence after a few minutes, unable to keep his words from coming. It felt strange to Triton, this whole situation with his older brother. Triton hadn't really been spoken to this much by Trowa at all in the seven years since he'd met the half-brother he'd never known about.
"Why would you let him do this to you, Triton?" Trowa asked, sounding truly confused. His posture was tense as he drove. "Heero is a deviant. He only uses people for sex, and now you've become one of his claims."
"I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of it, Trowa," Triton sighed, looking over at him. "I'm not a kid-"
"So you did choose it?" Trowa interrupted him sharply, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. "Heero wasn't lying?"
"Yes, I-"
"Triton, you idiot," Triton cut him off again. "You don't even know Heero! You don't know who he is or what he is capable of! How long were you even there before you took your pants off for him?"
Triton's eyes narrowed. "Why does it matter to you who I take my pants off for, anyways?" he argued. "Since when does my personal sex life have anything to do with you, Trowa!?"
"Triton, you're seventeen," Trowa said this as though it was an affliction, a curse or something. "Do you even know how old Heero is? No? He's thirty, Triton. Thirty! You can't let a grown man just do whatever he wants to you-"
This time Triton cut Trowa off, bursting out with emotion. "Maybe I wanted it!" he exclaimed, his anger rising. "Maybe I was the one who seduced him, Trowa! Did you ever consider that? That maybe your baby brother wanted to do it? No, because you're too busy sticking your nose in where it's not wanted! It's none of your business who I decide to sleep with!"
Trowa, apparently, felt differently on the matter. "It is my business, Triton. Heero is my best friend and you're my little brother. I can't let him use you as his sex toy."
"Why do you even care?" Triton growled, his frustration only rising now. "Heero was right! I haven't seen you in, what, a month?" Maybe more. Triton couldn't actually recall the last time they'd been together for longer than a passing moment. "And now you show up out of nowhere and try to tell me who I can and can't sleep with? What right do you think you have to impose yourself in my life?! You're not my guardian, Cat is, and she doesn't dare treat me the way you are! I'm not a child, Trowa!"
"It's not as simple as you think it is!" Trowa argued back, his stress obviously rising. "There's more going on here than you know. You don't understand what's happening-"
"Why do you care about anything I do?" Triton exclaimed over Trowa. He didn't want to hear logical explanations and reasoning right now. He was angry now. The embers of frustration that had sat dormant for so long in Triton had now been stirred and were quickly growing to be a bonfire. It wasn't about the sex for Triton, or the age difference, or the friendship between Trowa and Heero. It was about Trowa, and the way Triton felt towards him right now. "I met you when I was ten and I've spent barely any time with you, yet you stand there in front of Heero, preaching that I'm your brother, embarrassing me! It's half-brother! And we're only related because your bastard father raped my mother when she was only seventeen!" Trowa visibly flinched at this, but Triton ignored it and pushed on in his rage. "You showed up and claimed to be family and we accepted you, and then you were never there! You never talk to me or call me or show any damn interest in my life! And now you suddenly show up, deciding you can control my life and what I want to do with it?"
"Triton, stop-," Trowa began, pulling into the carnival lot and parking the car.
"No! I don't even know you! Fuck you!" Triton shouted. The kettle of rage had boiled and was now blasting out. "You have no right to interfere! If I want to sleep with Heero, I'll do so, whenever I damn well want to! You can't just be my brother when it conveniences you, Trowa!" Triton opened his door, forcing himself to move, despite his aching body. "Just leave me the hell alone from now on! I don't want to see you or talk to you, and stay the fuck out of my life!"
"Triton! Wait!" Trowa shouted after him, but Triton was gone, pushing himself into a run to get away before Trowa tried to pursue him. He brushed past a startled looking Catherine, her mouth open to speak to him as he passed by. He ignored her calls after him, running through the carnival, running away. Away from Trowa and Catherine and anyone else who may try to talk to him.
Triton didn't stop until he reached the massive oak tree in the park beside the carnival grounds, the one where he went to be alone and think. Collapsing at the base of the large tree, Triton groaned loudly as he looked up at the thick canopy of leaves and branches. Tears pricked at his eyes, partially from the emotions flooding through him, but mostly due to the pain that was pulsing through him now, after running in his condition.
Triton thought about things. He remembered seven years ago, when he'd first met Trowa. Triton had been ten, at the time, and Trowa had already been a grown man at twenty one, so there hadn't been much to make a connection with. Triton had been so uncertain about more family, as his father had just passed away a few months prior. With both parents dead, Triton had no one to verify Trowa's story to him, but Catherine had accepted him, so Triton had followed suit. After that, he had felt eager about the fact that he had a brother and a male influence around again.
But Trowa hadn't been anything like dad had been. Trowa was an absent brother, in Triton's opinion, though Catherine gave him a lot more credit. Other than times when Trowa performed with them in the carnival, he was always gone. He didn't live with them, and he didn't visit often, except for holidays or special occasions. Triton rarely saw him, and he had quit performing in the carnival two years ago, which meant his visits became even less.
Triton had never before unleashed his anger on Trowa or his feelings about him. He felt justified in it, but a part of him still felt a loss. He wished it didn't have to be this way. Triton had always wished that he could get closer to Trowa, but it had just never worked out, and he'd never known how to bring it up in conversation. Even Catherine didn't know the feelings that Triton had just blasted Trowa with.
Triton scowled up at nothing in particular, thoughts racing through his mind. If Trowa had never intended to be with them, then he never should have shown up in the first place. They all could have just lived their lives without knowing each other and it would have suited Triton just fine that way.
Triton exhaled as a tear escaped his eye, trailing down his cheek. He hastily wiped it away, his thoughts switching from Trowa to Heero. It brought a sense of shame on Triton when he thought about it, because, in some ways, Trowa had been right. Heero was so much older than Triton was, and he had made it pretty obvious that his desires were purely physical and lust based. Heero had never lied or hidden the fact that he intended to use Triton however he desired, and that made Triton feel a bit tainted, after the fact. Triton had been a willing sex toy for Heero and hadn't given much thought to the fact that he didn't know the man at all.
Of course, the reason Triton had ignored that fact was simply because what Heero had been doing at that time had felt so incredibly good! Even now, thinking of it brought back a sensual arousal as much as it did shame. Heero had been so skilled in his ministrations. He'd given Triton a sexual pleasure that he'd never felt before! It had, in a way, blown Triton's mind, as no self-administered, porn-fueled session in his room could top last night.
But there were some other parts that hadn't been quite so enjoyable, times where Heero had gotten a bit forceful. Like the way he had held Triton down and the way he wouldn't slow down or stop, no matter how much Triton had begged for it. And how he'd kept Triton there all night so he could repeat the deed over and over. In a small way, Heero had forced him into it by using Triton's sensual arousal against him, but Triton knew that he hadn't really argued much. He could have resisted Heero with more effort, instead of giving in so easily after only twenty minutes of knowing him. Trowa was right about that. Triton had given up his first male kiss and sexual encounter to Heero much too easily. He'd barely resisted at all, in fact.
Underneath his shame and guilt, though, Triton felt a flicker of desire rise up again. He had given himself to Heero, yes, and Heero had used him, yes, but Triton knew that, despite the following shame and pain, he had truly enjoyed every moment of it. Given the choice, he would likely go back and do it again, just to feel that intense pleasure and dominance again. It had been better than his fantasies.
But should he go back? This was what he truly was internally debating. He knew he'd enjoyed the sex and even the force, despite the few moments of helplessness, but it seemed that the simple act of sleeping with Heero had messed something up. Triton wasn't sure what it was, but there was something unspoken. An obvious issue was Trowa being angry, but that didn't matter to Triton, as he had decided he couldn't care less about him. Triton was curious about the underlying secrets, the reasons for all these secret looks everyone shared. Trowa was right that Triton didn't fully understand.
Though Trowa didn't seem to get it either, ignoring the blatant fact that he was interfering where he wasn't wanted.
Triton heard footsteps and ignored them, but Catherine appeared in his vision after a moment. She looked down at him with a sad expression, a mix of sorrow and pity. "Trowa told me what happened," she spoke after another moment, her voice gentle as usual.
"I don't want to talk, Cat," Triton frowned, looking past her face at the leaves purposely.
"We need to talk, Triton," Catherine insisted, crossing her legs beneath her as she sat down beside him. "You can't stay mad at Trowa like this. It will hurt the family."
"What family?!" Triton declared. He turned red at his sudden and rather loud outburst, his voice dropping again. He couldn't bear himself if he yelled at Catherine. "What says he's family?" he snapped, his voice laced with the bitterness he felt. "He's never even there, Cat!"
"Triton, there are a lot of things that you still don't know," Catherine replied coolly. "You shouldn't judge Trowa for how he is. There are a lot of things that he's gone through and he does the best he can. He's just trying to protect you."
"Well, he shouldn't," Triton scowled. "I never asked him for it. He has no damn right to even call me his brother."
"Triton Bloom," Catherine spoke suddenly, her tone stern and serious. "Trowa has done many things for us, things that you don't even consider. You slept with a complete stranger who was much older than you! Someone you barely even knew! Whether you think he has a right or not, Trowa did a good thing by trying to discourage that. I entirely agree with him on the matter. Did you even consider the consequences of your actions, Triton? Trowa, at least, is trying to look out for you, where you apparently are not." Catherine paused, and then she sighed, standing up again. "I can see that you aren't ready to listen to anyone, though. Triton, Trowa and I both agree that it is not safe for you to engage with those people. We forbid you from going back there."
"Cat!" Triton sat up in protest.
"No arguments, Triton," Catherine told him sharply. "I'm your sister and your guardian. I have to look out for you where you will not. You are not allowed to return to that apartment, and that is final."
"But…Cat, why? Isn't it my body and my decision?" Triton argued, though he wouldn't dare push it as far as he had with Trowa.
"Yes, and it deserves much better than the lifestyle that Trowa and his friends live by," Catherine replied cryptically. "It's not good for people to use others with no care for their hearts or emotions. This is to protect you, Triton, and I trust that you will abide by my decision. Both Trowa and I agree on this, Triton. Please, trust us with this."
"Cat!"
"Please, Triton," Catherine cut off the conversation. "It's decided. We aren't going to change our minds. Now, I've gotten Jared to cover your afternoon shift for you, but I absolutely need you to be ready for this evening's show. This morning was an absolute mess. Please don't miss it, Triton." Catherine walked back towards the carnival, leaving Triton to fume alone over this.
Now Catherine was even on Trowa's side! They were both interfering now, far more than he was comfortable with. He wasn't a child anymore, he was nearly eighteen! It was his life, his body, and his choice of how he wanted to be loved. Soon he would be legal on his own. They should give him more credit than this, he felt. After all, Triton had been making his own choices for seven years now, with Catherine simply guiding him as he grew and making sure he didn't cut his fingers off. Never had she put down such an ultimatum to him.
Triton made his decision. As much as pained him to go against Catherine, Triton knew he was going to disregard her orders and go back. He was going to return to that flat and seduce Heero and have great sex again, whether Trowa or Catherine liked it or not. And he was going to do it because he liked it. They didn't understand how he had felt when Heero had done those…those things to him! Triton wasn't going to explain it to them, either, but he was going to pursue that sensual pleasure fervently. Triton felt a smile spread his lips as he thought about the future possibilities for pleasure.
But first, Triton realized with a grimace, he would have to perform in tonight's show with his aching body.
And that is the second chapter! Please take a moment to let me know what you think! I'm eager for feedback on this one.
Thanks for reading! Third scene will hopefully be up within a week.
~Sincerely, Storm~
