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Its work
By: Mido-Sama
OK, I am editing this story amongst a few others, the story will still be the same, just written (hopefully) a bit better!
I was on the internet and VERY VERY VERY bored, and Cass-Chan gave me this idea to get me out of my bordom! This is what she wrote for me to do:
" write a story about quatre being a man whore and trowa being a drug lord and he buys quatre and quatre is really slutty but wu fei runs the whore house that quatre works for and trowa gets angry that wu fei corrupted quatre and then they get into a big bottle and treize gets pissy and so dr. duo prescribes midol to all of them for their pms."
So this is what has come of that... It has changed just a bit. Read and Review!!!
Trowas POV:
The house was packed, the party seemed to be going well. It was another one of Trowas parties to get people hooked. He supplied all of the crack, marijuana, and alcohol for free, then people would come back to him for more, but have to pay. "How do you like it?" The familiar voice called from behind.
"Its really loud, as to be expected!" Trowa screamed over the music and the people at his long term friend and partner.
"Yea it is!" Heero yelled back. "There is a surprise at the door for you!" Heero smirked at his friend.
"But I thought-"
"Nope, in honor of your twentieth birthday I took the liberty of getting you a small gift." Heero shuffled Trowas bangs and drug him to the door. He opened it. "Walla!" Heero smiled at Trowas amazed look. It was the most beautiful thing Trowa had ever seen in his entire life. A boy, clad in Jim Morrison-esk tight leather pants, and a sheer, skin tight black top with leather boots, he stood out side resting against one arm that was propped on a poll. The boy had the most gorgeous platinum blond hair and sapphire eyes to match the blue stone in the collar he was wearing. Heeros smirk turned into a gleam as he shoved his friend. "Trowa, don't be rude, invite the boy in!"
"Oh, sorry." Trowa aloud the blonde entrance and then shut the door. Trowa looked the boy over again, this time from behind. He was perfect, Trowa often wanted a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, but this boy was completely marvelous, just like the boy he often dreamt of. "How'd you-"
"I just asked the place for a guy who was the opposite of me." Heero laughed, slowly leading the two of them to a bed room. "Enjoy." Heero shoved Trowa into the room with the blonde wonder and shut the door. He laughed at himself. Trowa hadn't even thanked him, he was sure he would in the morning!
In the bedroom the blond took a seat on the bed. "So, what do you like?" He leaned back stretching, "Mmm, comfy bed." The boy looked at Trowa, then sighed. "Well, if filthy rich drug lord doesn't want to talk, I am just going to have to guess." The boy stood and walked over to Trowa. He ran a finger down the boys skin tight maroon shirt. "Hmm, I hate this color, It must go!" The boy teased Trowa, running a hand up his shirt and then slowly unzipping Trowas pants. "Well, I wont fuck you unless I at least get a name." The boy stopped.
"Trowa." Trowa looked at the blond. He looked so irresistible, so fresh.
"Hmm, Trowa. I like that." The blonde leaned into Trowa and started pushing him near the bed. "You can call me Cat." Trowa was against the bed. "Now sit." He pushed Trowa down.
"What's your real name?" The blonde seemed to pause for a moment but continued.
"Quatre." He said with a kiss to stop the brunette from saying anymore. Slowly, Quatre made his way on top of Trowa, straddling him, and kissing every part he could. Both of their shirts where off, and pants were being unbuttoned...
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Quatres POV:
He rang the doorbell wondering if anyone would even hear it over that loud music. After a few minutes he rang it again. Money had already been pain for so he didn't care if they answered or not. Just as he was turning around a dark haired boy opened the door. "Wait here a second, alright."
"Sure." The door shut and Quatre spat out his gum, brushed off his pants and leaned up against the poll. How ever much he hated this job, he still had to do it. It was nothing new, and people were always wanting him. He was the best, and proud of it. Calm, assertive, attractive, they all liked him. This guy was new. He wondered what he looked like. Hopefully not another gray haired dumb ass who is trying out a 'new experience.' He hated those with an undying passion, and personally, he would rather be fucked, than fuck. He wouldn't the guy who answered the door, but it was obvious he was going to get someone else. The door opened again. Quatre was stunned, but quickly covered his state. The boy he was looking at was slender, and built, wearing a tight maroon shirt, his favorite color, but he wouldn't let him know that. His jeans were slightly worn and they too, were skin tight. Quatre hoped that if there was a god, that the boy in front of him would be his customer.
"Trowa, Don't be rude! Invite the boy in!"
"Oh, sorry." Trowa opened the door a bit more for Quatre and aloud him to step inside. Quatre liked that name, Trowa, but he wouldn't tell him that either. "How'd you-" He heard Trowa talking to his friend.
"I just asked the place for a guy who was the opposite of me." The boy laughed, Quatre rolled his eyes and followed the brunette into a room. "Enjoy." Was the last thing heard form the other boy. Now it was just he and Trowa.
It looked like Quatre was going to have to do the ice breaking. "So, what do you like?" He leaned back stretching, the bed was very comfortable. "Mmm, comfy bed." Trowa still stood near the door. This was going to be harder then it seemed. Quatre spoke again. "Well, if filthy rich drug lord doesn't want to talk, I am just going to have to guess." Quatre teased the boy and brought him over to the bed. It surprised him when Trowa asked for his real name, normally he wouldn't give it out. But he liked this guy, yes, a dangerous thing to do in his field of work, but it wasn't as though he could control his heart, similar to the way could control his expressions and will. "Quatre." He said willingly, and went to work.
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Next Morning, Authors View:
Trowa awoke, arms still wrapped around the heavenly boy. He looked at him, examining every curve and dip in the boys body. He seemed so innocent and naive without the tight clothes, and firm expression. In his sleep the boy was almost, child-like. Gently, Trowa ran the back of his hand along Quatre cheek. The boy stirred as Trowa kissed him.
"Why?" Trowa whispered his thoughts. Quatre shot up from his peaceful state.
"Damn it! Did I stay the whole night?" Quatre stood and started eagerly putting his clothes on.
"Why?" Trowa asked his thoughts once more.
"Why what?" Quatre stopped and looked at the boy he found so mysteriously attractive.
"Why do you do this?" Trowa stood in front of the boy and asked again.
"None of your fucking business!" Immediately after saying that he felt horrible, but he wasn't going to allow the brunette to know that. Quatre was about to pop. He never stayed the entire night, ever. He couldn't believe he had done that. Why did he do that? It was because he enjoyed it. For once. He did. He looked up at Trowa. The boy looked so hurt, so- defeated. "I'm sorry. Its just-" Quatre wanted to wipe away that sore look on the boys face.
"Shh." Trowa placed a finger over Quatre lips, and gave him a kiss. "Stay." He wished it was that easy.
"I can't." Quatre pulled away. "I have to go back." He looked to the door.
"Go back where?" Trowa was confused, he wanted to keep the boy, that was, if he wanted to stay.
"Back to the place you got me." Quatre walked out of the room, Trowa followed close and ignored the devastation of his home.
"What if I said I didn't want you to leave?" Quatre went out the door and Trowa stopped at the steps. The blonde turned and looked at him and squinted, the sun was just coming over the house
"I would say it wouldn't be the first time I've heard that." He would be in deep shit with Wufei when he got back to the house.
"I'm sorry." Trowa paused, taking in the distance Quatre put between them and walked back into the house.
"So am I." Quatre whispered, getting into his car, Trowa was already inside, so there was no chance of that being heard. "Ass hole!" He yelled at himself and slammed his head on the wheel.
I wrote, You read - now review!
(I am re-writing the following chapters as well as many other fics that need work, I will place a *** if I have re-written it already at the top of the chapter! thanks!)
