Title: Living in a dream

Pairing: 1 X 2 main,

Notes: I don't own GW obviously, I only clan to own the plot and the original characters...

Okay, if the religious views of my characters do not reflect my own if they seem offensive it is unintentional...

BTW anyone interested in appearances of the boys- Zechs looks a bit like Legolas in LOTR ]or a young Lucius Malfoy if you'd rather think that way.], Heero looks a lot like Chinen Yuri of Hey Say JUMP only a little taller [5'6 instead of 5'4, trust me boy is droolworthy too bad he's 19], Wufei is similar to Hán Gēng formerly of Super Junior only with long hair pulled back in a ponytail, Trowa looks something like Liam from One Direction and Quatre reminds me of Jamie Campbell Bower of Grindelwald fame. Sister Helen looks something like Narcissa Malfoy. Last but not least would be Duo who is similar in appearance to LOTR elf Figwit/Lindir/Aegnor only he has a braid rather than straight hair.

Chapter 7

After they finished their video assignment, they bid good-bye to Sister Helen.

They hadn't gone three blocks from the church when a beat-up Dodge van stopped suddenly in front of them.

Within two minutes guys with guns surrounded the car….

"Get out Jap!"

Heero frowned, "What?"

Duo grabbed his arm, "Do it. Please. Just give them what they want."

Heero glared, "You know what I am…"

"Please." The man with a braid begged.

"Fine." He rolled down his window, "We're getting out. I don't want any trouble."

They were thrown to the ground, "Keys! Wallet! Phone."

"Left my phone at home." Heero said coolly as he handed over his keys. "I don't have much cash and I don't have any credit cards." He handed over a mostly empty wallet.

"Shut up!"

"No credit cards? He must be one of them. Speaks good English for a Jap."

"I'm an American." Heero ground out.

He ate guys like this for lunch. He knew Taliban guys who were more frightening.

One of them kicked him in the head and he went into a roll.

"Damn it Heero don't do anything."

Heero stopped and stayed look.

The gang members tore off in his van.

Heero growled, "Fucking bastards!"

"Thank god…" Duo crossed himself.

XoooooX

Wufei was upset somewhat, while he was the figurehead of his family he tried to stay as far from them as possible. He'd caught a low ranking family member trying to spy on him. He'd managed to sleep away by hiding his hair under a LA Dodgers cap he 'borrowed' from his roommate. He put on cheaper, less flashy clothes and a pair of old boots e never wore.

Hiding behind a scarf, an upturned collar and aviator sunglasses that probably belonged to Trowa, Wufei slipped out of their dorm.

Not before leaving a note for his roommates, he'd rather not worry Quatre.

What was his family up to?

He had full legal control anyway.

Were they trying to pin something on him?

Shit! They didn't have suspicions he was gay did they?

It wasn't any wonder that he slipped away to Zechs'?

His lover was surprised to find him at his condo…

"Wufei? What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

Wufei staggered back, "My family…"

"They know about us?"

Wufei felt to his knees, "I don't know. They've set a spy on me. I snuck out."

"I could ask one of my men."

Wufei winced

Zechs sighed, "You know the only reason I'm involved in organized crime is for vengeance."

Wufei was also one of the few people to know his real name Milliardo Peacecraft.

His father Marticus Rex had married into the Peacecraft family who were known for their pacifist and anti-crime views. He was known as Marty, when Zechs was young his father had been a well-loved and hated District Attorney who had been very anti-Organized Crime.

His sister had been sent to live with family friend Senator Darlian where she was raised their daughter.

"What do I do?" Wufei felt like his world was crashing down on him.

"I am the leader of White Fang. Messing with me leads to bad things. You are under my protection."

"Does Trowa know about you?" Wufei asked quietly.

"Who do you think spies on the Barton Foundation for him? I also keep Barton from spying on him. While Barton and Romefeller are rivals, they both have ties to Zodiac. It's Zodiac I want." Zechs growled.

Wufei knew that Zodiac was a crime organization that killed his parents. For some reason, he was in love with a criminal.

He groaned, Meilan would be so ashamed of him.

"You're safe. Would you like me to send Noin after them?"

Lucretia Noin was Zechs' right hand; Noin had been the daughter of Zechs' father's bodyguard. They'd escaped the house together during the raid by Zodiac.

Noin was loyal to death and had killed for Zechs, while not an assassin exactly the woman was dangerous.

Wufei had been warned when they first met, that if he broke Zechs' heart she'd kill him. Wufei had no doubt she would try. Then when Zechs returned she'd been almost innocent teasingly offering to carry his children. Her worship of his lover was evident but she believed him to be above her- she was his servant while Wufei was his equal.

"Wufei?"

Wufei shook his head, "I don't want to her kill them. She can keep an eye on them and see if they'll cause you trouble."

Meaning he wanted to know nothing about them…

"Weren't the Longs involved in organized crime?"

"I sold out, I dismantled the organization after Meilan died and sold it to our rivals. Meilan made me promise that we would not continue her family sordid history. The Changs were once rivals who had been brought into the family, to seal the control of the family I was married to the heiress of the Long Syndicate. We moved here to have a new start; I went transfer to an America private school and then came here. The family was furious with me at first. It was for the best. I've tried to keep an eye on them but it is possible they want to force me to become the true Head of a new syndicate."

"And being on the fringe of mine is enough?"

"You promised to give it up one day. To go clean and start over, you swore Zechs. You're fighting Zodiac on their own terms. Once your parents are revenged you're dismantling White Fang."

Zechs sighed, "I did promise. I mean to do so. It is interesting staying ahead of the cops and seeming to be an upright businessman.

He had a lot of money inherited from his family that he'd spent on his businesses. He'd taken and made a name for himself. But truth was Zechs Marquis didn't exist. He always wore aviators and broad brim hats leaving little of his face visible. His restaurants were built with video and audio scramblers.

Zechs may look like a rich pretty boy with a playboy streak but he had few lovers before Wufei and most had been to benefit his growing crime syndicate.

Wufei felt Zechs embrace him, and relaxed.

"Trust me Wufei, no one has the right to control you. I can't leave you, you told me that. One word and you can send me away. It will hurt but if its what you want I'll go."

Hopefully, Quatre never learned about Zechs…

It was best for the boy to remain more naïve.

Even though Zechs and Quatre both had parents who were assassinated. For Quatre and Trowa's sake Wufei hoped that Barton's hadn't been involved.

Romefeller could be and Wufei wouldn't care but it would hurt Quatre to find out that Trowa's family had been involved in his father's murder.

Wufei fell asleep in Zechs' arms.

XoooooX

After the incident in Duo's old neighborhood, Sister Helen drove them back to Heero's apartment.

Heero was pissed.

He'd been car jacked and pistol wiped by some gun touting thug.

Duo had begged him just to give in.

Heero wasn't mad at Duo, he was angry with himself.

Duo followed him nervously up to the apartment. "Are you alright Heero?"

Heero slammed the door and shouting, "No I'm not. My wallet and my car were just stolen!" he saw Duo cringe as if he thought he was going to hit him.

Heero let out a sigh and threw himself into a chair, "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just pissed. I could have stopped them. I should have."

"You would have been shot and probably killed. They probably thought you were an Asian gang member in their territory. They were defending themselves. You promised…" Duo said quietly. "I didn't want to watch you die like Solo."

Heero bit his lip, "Come here."

Shyly and timidly, Duo walked over to him.

"I wouldn't hurt you. I'm not that kind of a person." Heero gave him a nervous smile as he held out a hand.

Duo reached out his own, Heero's hand was huge and it tugged him into his lap.

"I only gave them what they wanted because I thought they'd hurt you." Heero said kissing his hair.

All the tension left Duo's body as he felt Heero's arms wrap around him.

Heero lifted the effeminate man's chin and kissed him.

Duo's eyes widened and then fluttered closed.

Heero rubbed soothing circles on his back and kissed him, swiping his tongue over Duo's lips. "God you're sexy…"

Duo's lips parted and he moaned, blushing as he felt the outline of a hard cock beneath his jean-clad ass.

Heero deepened the kiss, caressing Duo's tongue with his own. His hands slid to duo's hips, he rocked himself against Duo's ass. "I want you…"

Duo groaned, "Isn't it too soon?"

"I don't care…it's been too long and I've wanted you since I first saw you."

"I haven't…I…" Duo gasped.

"Trust me…"

Duo opened his eyes and looked into Heero's, "I do."

Before Duo could any thing more, his shirt was tossed off and his hair tie was pulled off.

Heero fumbled to unbraid Duo's hair and the chestnut locks fell like rain. "You're gorgeous."

Duo felt a hand cup him through his jeans, and thrust against it. "Heero…"

Then Heero stopped, "Not here…you deserve better than a fumble on a couch."

Duo blushed as he scooped up and carried to a bedroom.

It was neat and tidy without a speck of dust.

Heero laid him reverently on the bed, removing his jeans before stripping down to his army green boxer-briefs. He swallowed as he looked down at Duo, "I've never seen anyone more desirable."

Duo couldn't speak because Heero was on top of him and kissing him.

Hands rove over his chest and pinched his nipples.

Heero ground against him and they both groaned.

Neither had had any sexual contact in years.

Duo whimpered, "Please…I need to come…"

Heero tore off their underwear and they lay together naked.

They rutted and kissed, clinging to one another.

Duo came with a cry.

Heero came hard as he felt cum splash on his abs.

Heero lay there gasping. "Fuck…"

He'd never felt such peace after sex; his place and he didn't have a desire to leave.

Duo blushed, closing his eyes and trying to breathe. "Amazing…" he whispered.

"Yeah…" Heero rolled over and tugged Duo on top of him.

Duo was boneless and heavy but not extremely so.

"I'm heavy."

"I've met jarheads heavier, I've had to carry them back to base. Muscle heads…you're light, you're just tall."

"And bony." Duo mumbled sleepily.

"No. Perfect…"

They dozed off…

XoooooX

Trowa came in from a biology class to find Quatre sprawled out on the living room floor of their suite surrounded by his notes and textbook.

"Studying?"

"Yeah. I've got a test in two weeks." Quatre said without looking up.

"Duo back yet?"

"No."

"Wufei here?"

"No. He sent me a text that he was crashing at Zechs'. He's probably going to spend most of his time there."

"Oh so we're alone?"

Quatre looked up, his voice quiet, "Yes. Is that a problem?"

Trowa swallowed, "No…"

"Oh." Quatre looked away, "Duo asked me something the other day…"

"What was that?"

"He asked when we were going to stop dancing around this…"

"Dancing around what?" Trowa asked.

"Allah grant me patience and forgive my crudeness. That you want to fuck me as much as I want you to."

Trowa blinked, "What?"

Quatre slammed his textbook closed in a rare show of temper, "Don't you know how bad I want you? I've had a crush on you for years. I followed your career when you were a gymnast before the accident. I'm probably the only person who knows who you are! You're Tristan Bloom!"

Trowa mouthed the name and he stared, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Quatre shrugged, "I don't know. I wanted to see who you were and how you'd change. I didn't know you before. I saw you on TV and the Internet. You haven't changed much. You just got taller. Why do you think I'm all bringing up your gymnastic past? I'm trying to help you remember. I want you to be proud of who you are. I've always had the hugest crush on you. Then we ended up roommates. I saw the real Tristan and I fell in love with him…"

"You love me but you're Muslim. How can you? It's a sin according to your religion isn't it?"

Quatre winced, "If Allah didn't mean for me to be gay he wouldn't have made you. You're tall, strong but gentle. You are also fiercely protective. It's okay…I just want to be yours." He stood slowly and walked over to Trowa, his friend was about six feet tall and he was only 5'8. "You do want me don't you?"

Trowa crushed Quatre to his chest and kissed him, "Fuck yes."

Quatre pressed his body to Trowa's and wrapped himself around his first love. "I've wanted you for so long Tristan."

The name fell pleasantly on Trowa's ears, it felt right. He didn't remember who Tristan Bloom had been but he knew that was his name. "Quatre…"

"Please…"

Trowa carried him to the room they shared; he locked the door and lay Quatre on his own bed. He stripped down to his boxers.

"No…take it all off. I want you Tristan…I want all of you." He blushed, "We've seen each other naked before…"

It was different being roommates and changing around each other…but Trowa removed his boxers. He looked up and saw Quatre lying on his bed wearing nothing; he was perfect…

Quatre had a small amount of lean muscle but he was beautiful, his blue eyes were dark with lust and his blonde hair teased his neck.

Trowa groaned, "Fuck…"

"Come here."

Trowa pinned him to the bed, kissing him hard.

Quatre kissed him back moaning, "Yes…"

Trowa broke the kiss, kissing and licking his way down Quatre's neck and licked a nipple before sucking on it.

"Yes…I want this so much…"

Trowa touched him all over, memorizing that lithe body, "I want you too."

Before Quatre expected it, he felt a tongue on his cock.

Trowa licked it exploring the taste and texture before sucking on it. He gently rolled Quatre's balls in his hand.

"Tristan…I need…"

"What…"

"I want you inside me…"

Trowa's mind nearly exploded, Quatre wanted him without foreplay? "Right now?"

"I've wanted my first time to be with you since I was twelve and knew I was gay. I love you Tristan. Please…"

Trowa swallowed, "Alright…" he kissed the leaking head of Quatre's cock before moving to grab lube and condoms from his drawer.

"Not a condom…"

"I want to be safe."

"I'm a virgin…it's my first time. You're clean aren't you?"

"Yes but…"

"No condom. I want you to come inside me. I want to feel it. I'm wanted it for years. I want it more than anything. Please Tristan…" the blonde begged.

"Alright…" Trowa couldn't deny it. They'd been roommates for two years and he had to admit at least to himself that he fantasized about fucking Quatre bareback. He poured lube on his fingers and was rewarded by Quatre spreading his legs.

The other's virgin hole beckoned him.

Trowa swallowed, kneeling between Quatre's spread legs and reached out and caressed that virgin hole with his thumb.

"Don't tease me…" Quatre whimpered

Trowa removed his thumb and wiggled his finger trying to get inside the one he adored.

Quatre's ass resisted at first and then opened up.

Trowa pushed his finger in deep.

Quatre started whispering in Arabic and taking slow breathes.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes…" Quatre said breathlessly, "I've never had anything but my own fingers inside. Yours are bigger and go so deep. Hurry…I don't want to come yet."

"It's alright if you do. I've heard it can be so pleasurable for a first time. You can come easily and many times…"

Trowa's finger thrust in deep, caressing Quatre's inner walls until he found that O-shaped gland.

Quatre moaned, thrusting back, "Yes…that feels good…" his cock twitched and leaked more.

Trowa wiggled in a second finger, thrusting them in and scissoring them.

Quatre couldn't keep still…

Trowa soon had three fingers inside the blonde and was fucking him with them.

"I can't wait…I need you…"

"I'm a lot thicker than three fingers…" Trowa protested.

"Fuck me Tristan or I'll pin you down and do it myself." Quatre groaned.

Not willing to argue because he wanted to be inside Quatre, he covered himself with lube and placed Quatre's legs on his shoulders. He leaned down to kiss the blonde as he pressed his cock to Quatre's entrance. Groaning as he slipped inside and was clenched by Quatre's muscles. "Fuck…"

Quatre couldn't stop himself, the moment Trowa was inside him; he came with a shout. "Tristan!"

Trowa started to move, thrusting in deep and started to make love to Quatre aggressively. "Quat!"

The speed was more that Quatre expected and it felt so good to feel Trowa moving inside him like this. He fisted the sheets of the full size bed, "Yes…harder!"

Quatre came three times total, each orgasm made him feel more at peace and more sated.

When Trowa came for the third time, he was aware of warm liquid leaking from Quatre and down his cock.

"Mmm…" Quatre groaned.

"Okay?" Trowa gasped.

"Yeah…" Quatre said sleepily.

"Should get cleaned up…"

"Don't wanna move."

Trowa let Quatre's legs down and they flopped onto the bed. "You're covered in cum…"

"The way I want to be. You made me yours…I've wanted this for so long…I'm not letting you go…"

More at peace with himself than ever before, Trowa fell asleep holding onto Quatre.

XoooooX

Zechs put Wufei to bed and called Noin.

"Noin here."

"Put men on campus. Someone's following Wufei. He thinks its family. Put feelers among the Asian gangs. Find out if anyone in the defunct Shenlong group is gaining power here. If so, find a way to crush them."

"Yes sir. You want increased security?"

"Yes. Put men outside Milliardo's. Wufei has been there enough to attract attention. Put a red notice out. No one discusses Wufei to anyone."

"Of course. Is Wufei alright?"

"Shaken but safe."

"Good."

Zechs returned to his bed to watch over Wufei.

No one was going to hurt him…

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