Title: True Lies
Author: Chibikit
Pairing: Various
Warning: Drama, Angst, Sap, Some OOC, and AU
Disclaimer: Don't own just borrowing with the intention of returning unharmed.
Author's notes: Thank you Foxy McGee and Wind Dancer 1981 for the reviews your interest will keep the chapters coming.
Pulling up to the front of his house Duo stepped out of the car his appearance immaculate and his expression bland. The front door opened as he approached and he handed his keys over to servant that opened the door.
"Tires," he whispered as he walked into the white marble foyer giving the man a discreet wink. Nodding and bowing with a slight smile servant with brown hair and slightly wrinkled grey eyes, walked off to fulfill his master's request.
Hopping up the two stairs that led out of the foyer Duo headed for the stairs with quick purposeful steps. Keeping his eyes on his intended destination Duo prayed he didn't have and encounter with 'HIM'. Two meters from safety a lazy drawl stopped his escape.
"Hello, little brother," Duo froze his eyes widening slightly knowing what being caught meant. Thinking fast and hard of some way to avoid this encounter with his brother he didn't notice when the other boy moved and was now pressed against his back. Warm breath against his neck made him tense tighter than a bowstring.
"Where have you been little brother?" his brother whispered against his neck. Slightly trembling with his mouth open and jaw working he came to the sudden realization that no sound was coming forth. Unbridled fear gripped Duo as Quatre wrapped slender arms around his waist and buried his face at the side of his neck.
'Stop!' his mind screamed as a wet tongue worked across his neck to his ear.
Weak fingers dropped his school bag as his mind flailed and protested the familiar touches Quatre was wreaking on his body. 'Don't!' it screamed once again as the mouth suckled at his neck.
'Move' he commanded his legs but his fear was so great that he was paralyzed with it.
'Oh god no! Please don't', he cried in his mind.
Smirking against the other's neck Quatre realized his brother was not resisting 'must be in shock' he thought as he brought his right hand up to grab Duo's left. With his left at Duo's waist he spun the shocked boy around and pushed his back against the wall. Smiling at the fear he saw in those eyes brother's eyes and the pink lips that were slightly open from his heavy breathing Quatre smirked. Leaning in slowly he watched the fear build before dropping his eyes to the pink lips he was about to claim, Duo wouldn't stop him, couldn't stop him and that thought made the blonde dizzy with need. His brother was truly beautiful . . . no one . . . not one person had ever risen such fierce need in him like Duo. His need for the other boy was so strong it was nauseating.
The door to Duo's room opening pulled Quatre out of his lust induced haze and his head snapped to his left coming face to face with Mimi Duo's personal servant. He watched as the girl bowed to them keeping her eyes to the floor as she addressed them.
"Good evening Masters Quatre and Duo," she said calmly. Straightening and looking at the boys that hadn't moved from their close position.
Smiling at the short haired servant Quatre returned her greeting, "Good evening Mimi-chan," he said smoothly. Turning his face back to Duo his expression one of adoration he leaned in and kissed Duo on the cheek. "Till later little brother," he purred at the scared boy before turning around and heading to his room.
When Quatre disappeared into his room Duo legs gave out and he started sliding down the wall but was caught by Mimi. Picking up Duo's school bag before pulling him into his room, as the braided boy fully collapsed on his bedroom floor she pulled him close whispering assurances as she rocked him.
"It's ok Duo," she murmured holding the shaking boy close. How she wished his brother would stop tormenting him. It saddened her heart to see her normally cheerful and strong willed master break down and cry. The fear she had seen on his face reminded her of the pictures she saw of him as a little boy. Looking down at the head buried in her shoulder Mimi sighed softly, why anyone would want to hurt such a sweet boy was beyond her. Slowly the shaking stopped and Duo was able to uncurl his body from around her.
"Would you like me to draw you a bath?" she asked staring at the wall ahead so Duo wouldn't see the anger in her eyes. Feeling him nod against her shoulder she untangled herself from him and moved into the en-suite bathroom to fill the tub and light some scented candles that were scattered around the room to help relax the shaken boy.
As the tub filled she looked around the bathroom. The room was done in a mosaic of blue glass tiles and a blue bubble glass wall that encased the shower against the right wall with stainless steel shower fixtures. On the left side as you entered the door was a navy blue toilet and sink, the middle of the room was the sunken bathtub that was filling with hot water. The floors of the bathroom were done in a cobalt blue tile to help accentuate the room. Miscellaneous fresh plants stood scattered around the room enhancing the natural look of the bathroom. The bell shaped light fixtures were all turned off in favor of the candlelight that now set the relaxing atmosphere she stood in. Walking over to a mirrored counter Mimi picked up a jar of jasmine bath salts taking it over to the bath and sprinkling some into the water. Returning to the counter she picked up a remote turning on the speakers that were built into the wall. The sounds of running water and birds filled the room and she smiled nodding at her work before turning to retreat from the bath.
Returning to the bedroom she smiled at Duo and informed him his bath was ready. Nodding his acknowledgement he went into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Sighing Mimi set about task of turning his blankets down and setting his books on the desk and turning the lamp beside the bed and the desk on.
After locking the door securely, the braided boy set about removing his clothes and unbraiding his hair. Stepping up to the tub he slowly slipped in and sighed as the slightly hot water relaxed his nerves. Saying a silent thank you to his personal servant he leaned back and closed his eyes. The jasmine scented bath relaxed all his sore muscles and scrambled thoughts until nothing floated through but comfort. After relaxing he started to wash the sand from his skin and massage his tired limbs. Getting out of the bath he walked over to the standing shower and turned it on before stepping under the spray.
Soaking his hair he took out his jasmine scented shampoo and began to work the solution into his thick strands, repeating the process he rinsed his hair before used a Jasmine crème in his hair working it into his hair from roots to ends before rinsing and stepping out of the shower. Pulling two of the blue towels off the rack he wrapped one around his waist while toweling his hair with the other. Sneezing he decided it would be better to blow dry his hair and walked over to the mounted blow dryer, turning it on he started the tiring process of drying his hair.
Twenty minutes later he pulled on a navy blue robe belting it in the front before opening the bathroom door. On his desk was his dinner and homework, looking around the room for Mimi he found no sign of her. Quickly walking to his bedroom door he noticed it was locked and sighed, his eyes prickling. Shaking his head he whispered another thank you to Mimi and walked to his desk starting a mantra of 'I will not let him get to me'. Sitting down he started his homework while munching on his dinner.
Knocking on the black door in front of her Mimi willed her temper to the background. Quatre Winner was quite the manipulator and she would not let him exploit her anger. The door wrenched open to reveal Quatre dripping wet and standing in a towel that barely held on to the slim hips.
"Mimi … what a pleasant surprise, come to assist with my bath?" Quatre smirked at the girl who stared back into his face with a stony expression.
"Stay away from him," she said coldly. Raising his brow at the servant he grinned at her boldness.
"Stay away from Duo?"
Suddenly he burst out laughing clutching the door frame for support. "Oh ho . . . thank you I needed that laugh, but let me tell you something Mimi dear," he spat glaring coldly at the girl all traces of laughter gone from his face except the sadistic smirk on his face.
"Duo is my blood, my life, MY business. You see he's MY little brother and YOU my dear have no place in his life," he sneered "Poor little servant protecting her master like the good PET she is," he jeered shifting a hip causing his towel to slide further down his hip a few blonde curls peeking out.
"Don't worry about Duo, Mimi I'll take good care of him even after you are gone," he finished letting the threat hang between them.
Smirking, the bold girl stepped forward and trailed one hand lazily down Quatre's chest making his aqua eyes darken to teal. "You have to understand my position master Quatre," she whispered trailing her fingers across the edge of his towel lightly brushing those blonde curls.
"My job is to look after master Duo no matter what," she smiled looking up into his face as his breathing became slightly labored. "Even if it means taking you out of the picture," she growled as she balled her fist and slammed it into his stomach. Stepping back quickly to avoid retaliation she glared at the blonde who was doubled over in the doorway before walking off down the hallway.
"Ah," Quatre coughed "good one Mimi," he called after her. "I'll have to thank you for that later," he shouted as she disappeared around the corner. Chuckling, he stood to his full height rubbing his slightly sore stomach muscles before turning and heading into his room. Returning to the shower he shook his head as he remembered how she landed a punch on him, "sneaky little thing, I'll definitely have to watch out for her from now on," he laughed walking into the bathroom shutting the door.
"Kenji. . . Kenji!" called Mizumi Winner as she looked for her husband. "Where has that man run off to now," she huffed before stopping the nearest servant.
"Where is my husband?" she asked the slender blonde as he passed by.
Bowing to his mistress the servant answered her. "The master is in the library mistress," nodding Mizumi turned and started for the library calling a hurried 'Thank you' over her shoulder. Pushing in the library door she found her husband sitting in an armchair near the fire.
"Kenji," she called from the doorway getting his attention.
Looking over at his wife's worried face standing in the doorway he smiled and waved her over. Closing the door she walked silently to his side and knelt down resting her hands on his knees.
"Why do you look at me so wife?" he asked cupping her cheek with his right hand. Smiling softly she leaned into the touch.
"No reason my love. But I am worried," she sighed making a frown crease his forehead.
"What troubles you then," he stated as he ran his hand over her neat hair that was pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head and down her back.
"Duo . . .," Mizumi answered lowering her eyes to her hands on his knees. "I'm worried that he's pulling away from us, from me," the blonde woman sighed.
Nodding his head as if he understood Kenji smiled at his wife. "He is just going through his teenage phase my love, he still loves you," he stated picking his wife's hand up kissing it. Looking into her misty eyes he saw that she was still unsettled and leaned forward to brush his lips gently against hers. Chestnut strands fell into his eyes as he leaned back looking deep into her eyes that were still slightly haunted.
Putting his glass of scotch on the table next to him he gripped the back of her neck and he smoothed his other hand over her face and pulled her close devouring her lips until she moaned and melted under him. Sliding his body off the chair he occupied his lips still locked onto his wife's, he slowly laid her back on the floor as his body responded to the sounds she made.
Skipping breakfast in lieu of avoiding Quatre he gave a note to the butler for his father, as he made his way out the front door and into his silver BMW Cabrio pulling out of the driveway and out the estate gates. He took a leisure drive to the school and arrived thirty minutes early, heading over to the pool to get in a few laps before he started his day. Quickly washing himself off in the showers of the locker room he fairly ran into the pool area anxious to feel the air rushing past him as he fell to the warm waters below.
Standing on the springboard he cleared his mind before he ran the three steps to the edge, bouncing twice to get his altitude and vaulting off the board into a twisting dive, which he turned into a pike before straightening and plunging into the water below. Coming up to the surface he swam to the edge of the pool and was met with a hand in front of his face. Looking up to see who that hand belonged to he was graced with the smiling face of Relena. Taking the proffered hand he launched himself out the pool and sat on the edge taking off his goggles.
He glanced at her out the corner of his eye as she squatted next to him.
"Good Morning Winner-sama," she smiled at him. Nodding his acquiescence at her greeting since he had no idea what she wanted and what to say to her after yesterday's incident.
"I wanted to see you, before you left yesterday but you weren't here," she said lightly glancing at the braided boy.
"Yea, I had something to do," he said before they fell into silence again.
"I brought you some cookies that I baked in Home Econ class yesterday," she beamed at him holding out the blue bag with bright yellow cellophane wrap.
Eyeing the packing for a moment gauging the pros and cons of accepting it nodding he reached over to take the bag from her hand. Opening the paper and taking one out, he bit into it praying he didn't die at the pool's edge since there was no lifeguards around. Chewing for a minute he smiled swallowing the piece of cookie.
"It's good, thank you Relena," he smiled slightly before popping the rest of the cookie into his mouth. He was hungry he realized remembering he had skipped breakfast to go diving instead. Relena swooned as she watched Duo eat the cookies she had baked for him yesterday.
"You're a lifesaver, I skipped breakfast this morning, I didn't realize I was this hungry," he grinned.
"I'm glad I had my cookies then," smiling brightly Relena looked out over the pool and congratulated herself on becoming one step closer to winning the heart of Duo Winner.
WuFei walked through the hallway of the school his Katana strapped to his back in its black case as he headed to his first class. His eye started twitching as his mind ran over the conversation he had with his mother when he went home last night.
"Wu-kun darling," cooed his mother as she snatched him up into a hug.
"Onna let go!" he yelled as she started about him not loving her.
"ONNA?" she screeched as she placed him into a headlock. "I'm mama! Or Okaa-san why can't you be respectful you ungrateful child," she grumbled as she dragged him into her office and slammed the door shut. Once safely behind the doors she proceeded to whine and complain about her long hours of birth to an ungrateful child until he thought his ears were going to bleed. Before she set him free she made him promise to come to school today which he agreed to just to escape the rampant banshee.
Glaring heatedly his eyes promised retribution as he stood in the hallway caught up in his memory. People around him started inching away hoping he didn't pull out his Katana and start yelling "Die!" Whispering caught his ear as he continued down the hallway and heard a girl's voice distinctly as she whispered say "Chang-sama is so intense today, we'll definitely have to go visit the Kendo club today," with his eye twitching again and the vein in his forehead more pronounced he quickened his steps putting as much distance between him and the annoying onna's.
Trowa was leaning over a girl with strawberry blonde hair whispering into her ear making the girl blush and giggle when her attention was drawn away from him to another figure walking down the hallway. Looking to see what could take Nana's attention from him he looked over his left shoulder to see the blonde he had ran into the day before. Straightening to his full height he turned to face the pretty boy that was causing a commotion.
"Good Morning Winner-san," he called getting Quatre's attention who looked over at him and blinked.
"Do I know you?" asked Quatre as he tilted his head pouting slightly.
"Ah, no. I kinda ran into you the other day by the main office," he grinned sheepishly.
Thinking Quatre remembered the green eyed boy and smirked. "Ah so we meet again," he stated eyeing the tall boy from head to toe.
Trowa blushed at the way the blonde blatantly undressed him with his eyes before leering at him. Clearing his throat loudly he tried to steer the blonde clear of his lecherous thoughts. "Well I just wanted to say sorry for the other day," he mumbled looking anywhere but at the blonde.
"Sure," sighed Quatre as he ran a hand through his wavy blonde hair looking to the side pulling it over his eye. "Is that all?" he asked shaking his hair again and looking at Trowa as he folded his arms and cocked a hip.
Frowning at the blonde's dismissive words he nodded, "Yea, I guess."
Looking at Trowa and studying the other boy a minute longer he smirked "What is your name?" he asked staring at the green eyed boy intently.
"Trowa," was the soft answer causing Quatre to smile and nod before walking off. Stopping and looking back with a dangerous smile hr addressed the taller boy, "I'll be seeing you Trowa" he called as he turned to walk away again.
Nana grabbed Trowa's arms with stars in her eyes as she asked Trowa if he knew Winner-sama. Nodding his head he watched as the girl latched onto his arm her soft supple breasts rubbing against his arm and let a smile slide over his face as his mind turned to less clean thoughts. So what if he only bumped into the blonde once if it got him laid who was he to object?
Knocking on the door that led to the math teacher's office Quatre allowed a tiny smirk to appear on his lips before disappearing when the teacher answered from the other side of the door.
"Yes, come in," the female voice called.
Sliding the door open easily and stepping in he looked at the teacher sitting behind her desk looking at him.
"Winner-san . . ." Ms. Misuki gasped "is there something I can help you with?" she asked getting up from behind her desk to come around to the other side.
"Um . . . Sensei, I wanted to apologize for my behavior in class the other day," he mumbled looking down blushing slightly.
Smiling at the young man in front of her Ms. Misuki smiled nodding. "It's ok Winner-san just don't let it happen again."
When the young man glanced up at her before blushing and quickly looking back down she became concerned. "Winner-san is everything all right? Was there something else you wanted to tell me?" she asked as she walked over the tall boy placing a hand on his shoulder.
Quatre raised his slightly misty eyes to look into hers his lip quivering. "Sensei," he sobbed as he grabbed onto the startled woman holding her close burying his head in her neck.
"W . . . Winner-san," Ms. Misuki gasped pushing at Quatre's shoulders to get him to release her.
"Misuki sensei, please let me hold you for a minute," he whispered blowing hot breath across her skin sending a shiver through her frame. "Hold me Misuki-sensei," he murmured near her ear his voice deep and husky.
Slowly raising her arms to encircle the blonde's shoulders, she gasped when she felt his lips on the skin just below her ear and clutched at his shoulder to keep her balance.
Smirking at how easily she fell into his arms, he stuck his tongue out and gently ran it against an earlobe, before capturing it between his lips nibbling on it. Sliding one of his hands up her waist he lightly palmed her right breast squeezing it softly before tweaking the hard nipple under the thin blouse.
Misuki, Yayoi gasped as her body was assaulted with the sensations the boy was inflicting on her. That thought alone brought her back to her senses as she tried to shove the boy away from her with renewed force. A hand on her breast had her panicking but his expert hand palmed her breast and tweaked the nipple making her knees buckle. If it was for his firm grip around her waist surely she would have fell to the ground. Tilting her head to allow him better access she sighed and pressed her body closer to his frame.
When his mouth slid over hers she hungrily opened for him to taste it as he pleased.
'Wanton little whore,' he thought smiling against the woman's mouth as she rubbed her body against the bulge in his pants. Breaking the kiss he smiled down into her flushed face looking at lips that were swollen from his assault.
Leaning next to her ear he whispered his question to her. "You want me don't you sensei," a weak mewl was his only answer and he gave her a feral grin.
"Are you a virgin sensei," he asked making her open her lust hazed hazel eyes to gaze at him. At her hesitant nod he smiled almost tenderly at her but the look his eyes belied that smile and she shivered at the completely male look that was there.
"Do you want me sensei," he whispered looking deep into the hazel eyes.
Her mind was too fuzzy to process what he was asking her, but her body was crying out for something and his touches seemed to make a fire flare in her. Yayoi nodded head just to feel his lips on hers again she watched shivered as the look in his eyes flared to something of pure lust before he kissed her hard.
Pushing the lustful woman against her office door he ran his hands down her legs as he pulled her tan calf length pleated skirt up. Removing one of her hands from his shoulder he shoved her skirt ends into her hand, before repeating with the twin.
Sliding his hands over her hips he felt lace and knew without a doubt she was wearing a garter belt and tight high stockings. Groaning he continued to slide his palms down her thighs, as he sank to his knees in front of her hooking his thumbs in the plain white satin underwear pulling them down with him. Holding one of legs behind the knee he assisted her out of the piece of satin. Looking up into her eyes that he knew was watching him he lifted the material to his face inhaling her arousal. He smirked behind the cover as her mouth fell over and her maiden glistening with moisture.
Dropping her underwear he placed his hands on her thighs and used his thumbs to spread her womanhood open. He ran the longest finger of his left hand through her spread lips as smiled as her eyes rolled into her head and a full body shiver shook her frame. Popping the finger into his mouth he moaned at the fresh clean taste of her, the blood rushing instantly to his groin hardening his member to uncomfortable heights.
Leaning forward he ran the tip of his tongue across her core, bring a loud groan out of the woman above him. Pulling back he looked up at her, "Misuki-sensei if you're not quiet people will come to see what is wrong and find you in this position," he whispered managing to look slightly afraid.
Biting her fist and nodding Yayoi squeezed her eyes tight trying to keep her legs from buckling as his mouth returned to her hot core. Quatre laved at her center deeply like a man starving, bringing groans and gasps out of her. Jabbing his tongue deep into the center of her ache, the blonde gripped the woman's hips tighter as her knees buckled. Circling his tongue around the little nub of nerves that he avoided until now, he sucked it into his mouth before flicking it quickly with his tongue giving her maximum pleasure.
She had started bucking her hips into his mouth with abandon and her right hand was threaded into his hair gripping it almost painfully as she stuffed the end of her skirt into her mouth to muffle her moans. Knowing that she was close he sucked the nub into his mouth again before jabbing his tongue deep into her hot core again swirling it around. A few seconds later the woman above him gave a choked scream as she pulled his hair and thrust into his mouth her body going rigid and her essence flowed onto his tongue and into his mouth. Laving up the evidence of her purity he licked her soft and slowly as she came down from her high.
Looking down at the boy that had given her the best orgasm she ever experienced she saw him wincing slightly and gasped as she removed her hand from the hair she was gripping. Dropping to her knees she crushed her lips to his tasting herself on his tongue. That tongue had done wonderful things to her body and she worshipped his mouth with everything she had. Feeling the bulge in his pants pressing against her stomach Yayoi broke the kiss reaching for his belt.
Looking to him for permission she watched as he closed his eyes and nodded his head once. With nervous fingers she worked his belt loose then moved to the fastening and zipper of his pants pulling it down. His manhood sprang free and she gasped at the size of it, looking back up at him with uncertainty in her eyes she was met with his smirking face. Gulping at the challenge she saw in his face she gripped the swollen member and stroked it, running her thumb over the reddened tip spreading the pre-cum.
"What do I do?" she blushed looking into his eyes again as he gasped and thrust into her hand.
"Use you lip and tongue, watch your teeth," he panted as he pushed her to lie on her back. Removing his jacket before crawling over her torso he pinned her arms above her head and his pushed his knees into her sides so she couldn't move.
"Open your mouth," ordered Quatre his voice deep and husky as he looked down at her. When she only opened a small bit, he readjusted the hold on her wrists so he could pull her chin down opening it wider. Moving his hips closer to her open mouth he slowly thrust into the warm cavern. When he was halfway in he told her to suck him and he felt her tentative tongue brush over the swollen head of his phallus. Slowly thrusting into her warm mouth he grunted closing his eyes getting caught up in the feel of warm suctioning heat. Gagging broke the frenzy that his mind was in and he pulled back as he realized he was shoving most of his length into her mouth.
Glaring down at her he tightened the grip on her hand almost harshly bringing fear into her eyes. "Relax your throat, this will hurt if you don't accept it," he snapped. At the tentative nod he pushed past her lips and started thrusting again, feeling his end nearing he released the hands he was holding to raise her head slightly as he changed the angle of his thrusts. Breathing harshly his eyes rolling back into his head and he groaned as he thrust his length fully into her mouth shooting his load down her throat. Feeling her scream around his member caused him to shiver as he held her head firmly shallowly thrust into her mouth until he was fully spent.
Releasing her head and pulling away from her he smirked as his seed ran down her chin and she leaned forward coughing. Standing up he straightened his uniform and shrugged on the jacket. Walking past her he picked up her underwear and turned to look at her. "This is mine now Misuki-sensei," he smiled sweetly stuffing the garment into his pocket looking at her horrified face. Kneeling next to her he leaned in to kiss her bruised lips when she flinched away from him. Chuckling he ran his hand over her braided hair before standing and walking to the door.
"You might want to make yourself presentable Misuki-sensei, wouldn't want a student to walk in on you in that state," he said with a wicked smirk as he walked out the door shutting it behind him.
Yayoi sat on the floor and pulled her skirt down, tears leaking from her eyes as she thought what fool she was. Bringing up her knees she sobbed into them, 'what have I done?' the woman wondered to herself. The look he had given her told of his horrible nature and Yayoi could only sit in cry for her stupidity, and not seeing it sooner.
