FIVE

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Five is at chapter five. Chapter five of Five! Wooh! Lucky number five. A major chapter, now posted for the reviewers reading delight! As to my readers!

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"Aunt Taia?" Wufei called as he stepped into the house. He didn't even bother calling for his uncle, not wanting to know where he was and avoid him, if at all possible. It wasn't.

"Wufei!" his uncle's voice shot through the house. "Woman, go and get that good for nothing boy!"

Wufei heard his aunt's soft feet as he hung up his coat, and she met him with wide and worried eyes, brimming with tears. "He wants you, Little Dragon," she said softly, brushing back Wufei's hair. "The business lost a month's worth of wages. He's drunk and delusional," she whispered into his ear as she embraced him. "And in an extremely foul mood. Please, Wufei, be careful!"

Wufei nodded, wondering how bad his uncle had to be to have scared Taia this badly. He kissed his aunt's cheek and made his way to the sitting room, where his uncle sat slouched in a large, plushy chair, a half empty glass of some form of alchohol in his hand. His eyes were glazed and his suit from work was rumpled and worn looking. His eyes caught sight of Wufei and he snarled.

"Bastard!" he spat at Wufei. "I's all yer fault! If you wasn't born an' yer fuckin' mother 'adn't died, I'd be rich by now! I'd be a millionaire if it wasn' fer you!" He pointed a beefy finger at Wufei, who didn't reply. Tao Shen downed the rest of his glass, hiccoughed, and poured himself another glass from the liquor set. Drinking half of that, one eyelid drooped and his head nodded briefly before he snapped it up and glared at Wufei with rage and hate. "Damn fuckin' fairy boy!" he snapped. Wufei blinked in surprise at this and Tao Shen chuckled. "You think I don' know, eh? Ya think I don' know 'bout them gay faggot's you been hangin' 'round with! You think I don' know where ya go af'er school! I know you been fuckin' em, bastard pansy boy! Sleepin' with 'em!" Wufei stepped back as his uncle stood up and wavered unsteadily in his direction. "Damn faggot! Fuckin' 'round when ya think I ain't lookin'!" Tao Shen's face was red in anger and drunken fury, and Wufei felt a scowl set upon his own face at this accusation against not only him, but his friends as well. "You fairy son of a bitch! You're gonna end up no better off than yer mother, the whore! Fuckin' any damn man that walked her way and havin' you. You're an abomination to the clan!"

"Says the drunken child beater who sleeps around on his wife's back!" Wufei suddenly accused back.

Tao Shen's eyes widened at Wufei, and then suddenly shook in rage. "How dare you?" he yelled, stepping forward and making Wufei retreat.

Wufei dared. Oh, did he ever fucking dare. He was pissed off, more angry than he had ever been in his life. He tried to listen and obey and respect his uncle, but how could he do that when he knew the man spent his 'business trips' fucking around with other woman and leaving Taia all alone? How could he respect a man who abused his wife verbally and ordered her around as though she was a toy, and who beat on his nephew? The only reason he had to stay in this house was for Taia, in fact. He had stayed to protect her, because he knew Tao Shen would turn on her if Wufei wasn't around for him to yell at and beat on. And he knew Taia was too afraid and quiet to leave Tao Shen. She had pledged her loyalty to him when she had been arranged to marry him, and she would rather endure his abuse rather than bring dishonor. Wufei loved his aunt more than anyone in the world, since she was the one who had taken him in under his wing when his mother had died nine years ago. She had adopted her sister's son, and persuaded her husband to agree. It had probably been the bravest thing she had ever done, and Wufei respected her and loved her. But he could not pretend to be naive any longer like she did. He was not going to take this shit anymore.

"You know those 'gay faggots', as you call them?" Wufei yelled. "I'll have you know I love them! I'm fuckin' gay and damn well proud of it, so fuck yourself, you bastard!"

Tao Shen's eyes widened in undeniable fury and he raged. Wufei stepped back at the sudden fury he saw in Tao Shen's eyes. Something suddenly smashed into the wall right beside Wufei's face, and he instinctively closed his eyes and turned away as large glass shards shot out and slashed across his right face. He felt pieces lodge themselves in his skin and winced at the sudden spark of pain. That was gone the next second, however, as a big hand closed around his neck, lifted his feet off the floor, and began slamming him repeatedly into the wall.

It took Wufei seven slams against the wall before he shook his senses back into him. Using what his uncle had taught him against his own mentor, he stopped feebly grasping at his uncle's hand and kicked his foot right into his uncle's gut as his two fingers stabbed his uncle's eye. Tao Shen howled with pain and let go of Wufei, who inhaled enough breath rapidly to get to his feet. Tao Shen recovered quicker, not having had his throat strangled and been slammed against a hard wall. He grabbed Wufei's hair and spun him, throwing him across the room to slam into a table, effectively taking both Wufei and the table down. He heard Taia scream and stood up quickly as his drunken uncle turned towards her. Wufei went on the offensive, digging his elbow into his uncle's side hard, then twisting and doing a handstand kick against his uncle's chin. He used all his training to move fast enough to keep his uncle dazed as he rained blows upon him in sensitive spots. He finally ended with a two footed kick to the gut and then kicked him violently between the legs. Tao Shen went down hard, eyes shut in pain. Wufei didn't give a care if his uncle was permenantly damaged by his kick. It would serve him right not to be able to fuck around anymore.

Wufei turned away from his uncle and saw Taia on her knees, sobbing. He rushed to her, pulled her to her feet, and went to the door. Slipping on his coat and shoes, he instructed her to do the same and grabbed her purse, then pulled her outside. She was still sobbing when he spoke to her.

"Aunt, you have to go to Marika's house," Wufei said, talking about his aunt's best friend and confidante. Marika MacLinter would keep her safe.

"But, Tao Shen..."

"Listen to me, aunt Taia," Wufei said adamantly. "You won't be abandoning him. But you can't be in there right now. He's drunk and consumed with anger. You'll get killed! Go to Marika's house and spend a night or two there. Just wait until he's sober and thinking clearly. I beg of you, Taia, please!"

Taia looked at Wufei with her tear filled eyes, then nodded reluctantly. "Where are you going, Dragon?" she asked. "You're hurt."

Wufei winced as she touched the side of his face, which was covered in blood from the glass shards. "I'm going to my friends, auntie. And I'm not coming back. I'm never going to come and live here again. I'll call you at Marika's and I'll come see you, but I'm never going to see Tao Shen again. I'm worried that the next time I see him, I won't be able to hold back, and I'll kill him. I love you, auntie. Be safe."

Taia's eyes grew even more sorrowed, and Wufei gave her a quick hug before sending her on her way. He made sure she went all the way to Marika's, as the woman's house was only a block down, before turning and setting out at a steady jog towards Quatre's apartment-it was called his because the rich arabian payed for most of it. Supposedly accidentally. The jog went to a fast walk and eventually a limping walk, as Wufei's body began to protest against the damage done to it by his uncle. He had to keep wiping the blood away from one eye so he could see, and by all the blood on his hand from that, he knew his face must be pretty badly cut up. He finally made it to the building and went in, climbing the stairs, wincing with every step. He was breathing heavily and coughing from the effort and not having enough breath in his lungs when he finally rang the doorbell.

It was a good moment before the door open, and Trowa's eyes widened in surprise and horror at the sight of the chinese boy. "Wufei!" he exclaimed in concern, ushering the boy inside and setting him down on the couch. Duo saw them from the kitchen, and he gasped and rushed over.

"Fuck, what happened, 'Fei?" he asked loudly, loud enough to attract Heero and Quatre's attention from the bedroom. The two entered, both missing their shirts, and Quatre inhaled sharply and fell into the couch, his eyes tearing.

"We've got to get him cleaned up," Heero said, his eyes betraying his emotion as he forced himself to remain calm. Trowa nodded and left, returning from the bathroom with the first aid kit. He made Wufei swallow some powerful and fast acting pain pills, then lay Wufei down on his side on the couch. He took out the tweezers and began to gently remove the glass from Wufei's face and neck, Wufei breathing raspingly, trembling, and crying silently beneath the banged boy's touch.

"'Fei, love, what happened to you?" Duo asked, kneeling beside the couch and taking Wufei's hand. "Who did this to you?"

"Uncle," Wufei croaked out. Quatre, needing something to do or else he'd fall apart, quickly went to get Wufei a glass of water. He used one of Duo's cups, one with a straw, so Wufei could drink it wthout having to sit up.

"Your uncle did this to you?" Heero asked, and Wufei nodded. "Why?"

"He...was drunk...," Wufei breathed, and all of a sudden his eyes angered. "The fucking bastard! God help me, I'll kill him, Heero!"

"Not if I get there first," Duo swore under his breath.

"Was he...did he hurt you last time? Was he the one who beat you up, Wufei?" Quatre asked. Wufei closed his eyes and nodded, willing away his anger so he could meditate and absorb some of the pain.

"How long has he done this?" Heero interrogated. "How long has he beat you?"

"Since I was eight," Wufei whispered, making sure he didn't get angry at the memories. Getting angry would only hurt his body now. "When he started my lessons. He'd beat me for anything. Being late, fooling around, being friendly..."

"Why did you stay, 'Fei?" Duo asked. "You could've kicked his ass and left that damn son of a bitch!"

"In the beginning, I stayed because I was only eight," Wufei sighed, a hint of a scowl crossing his face. "I was young and scared and I had nowhere to go. My mother had just died and it was all I knew. And aunt Taia always held me after. And when I got older, I stayed for Taia. My uncle got more violent, but I knew how to take it now since he had taught me meditation and martial arts. If I hid, he turned on Taia. I didn't want her to get hurt." Wufei took a deep shuddering breath to calm himself and opened his eyes, staring at nothing. "But I can't take it anymore! He insulted me and my mother and you guys, the only people I've ever cared about! He...he hurts me everyday, and I can't take his bullshit anymore!" Wufei clenched a fist. "Damnit! Damn that fucking jackass to hell! He's ruined my life, and Taia's life, and I'm not going to take it anymore. He can't do that anymore!" Wufei's eyes closed and he shook with a sob.

"Oh, Allah help us. Wufei," Quatre whispered, setting his hand on Wufei's arm in support as he sat beside Duo. "Please don't cry, Wufei!" Quatre clenched his eyes shut tightly and his free hand suddenly made a fist over his left chest. Heero came behind Quatre and wrapped his arms around the blonde, knowing Quatre was feeling Wufei's pain.

"I don't want to go back," Wufei pleaded, opening his eyes and grabbing Duo's hand tighter. "I want to stay here. I feel safe here, and loved, and cared about. I'm happy here. I love you guys!" Wufei blurted out, not caring what happened. "I want to be with you. I've always felt your damn 'calling', but I was just too scared to try...until now. Please, Heero!" Wufei pleaded. "Please let me stay with you. Damn my uncle and his homphobic cares, I'm fucking well in love with you four, and I don't care what he says! I don't want the pain anymore..."

Duo let a small half laughing, half crying sound come from his throat. "Of course you can stay, 'Fei-koi!" he said, and Heero nodded in agreement. "We've been in love with you since we saw you. We knew you'd come around eventually, once you figured out the calling."

"It's sad that this is what caused it, though," Trowa sighed, finishing the task of extracting all the glass out of his face. He took a cloth and gently cleaned the blood off Wufei's face so he could apply healing gell, which would keep it from scarring and aid the healing process. "How did you manage to get all these shards in your face?"

"He threw his scotch glass at me. It hit the wall beside me and shattered," Wufei explained, then smirked. "And I kicked him in the balls, hard."

"Just that?" Duo asked. "I would've probably tried to drown him, strangle him, and stab him all at the same time."

"Protective much?" Wufei asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hell yes!" Duo agreed. "You're my 'Fei 'Fei now!"

"Duo, share," Heero chided, and Duo blew him a kiss.

"Later, Hee-chan," he said. "But I want the first kiss. Please?" he begged Wufei with his eyes, and Wufei chuckled. Trowa paused in his clean up duty of Wufei as Wufei leaned forward and two pairs of warm lips met, Trowa smiling down at them. Wufei got lost in the taste of Duo, which washed through him. The boy definitely knew how to kiss, as he used his tongue to tease Wufei's mouth open and then twisted and probed his tongue inside Wufei's mouth.

"Ease up, Duo," Trowa chuckled, distracting them. "Don't eat him."

Duo smirked and pulled away, and Wufei leaned back and let Trowa resume the aid, a small, satisfied smile on his face. "My name is Wufei," he said for the millionth time. "If you insist on calling me a nickname, call me Dragon. Aunt Taia calls me Dragon."

"Who's next, then, Dragon?" Duo asked.

"You're going to smother him," Heero grunted.

"Aw, Hee-chan, you want a turn?" Duo nudged Heero. "He tastes good. Like spices."

"And you taste like cookies," Wufei said. "How many of those do you eat a day?"

"Like, twenty or something," Duo shrugged, and Wufei fake gagged. "Hey, Wufei, you wanna kiss Heero? He's got the coolest tongue!"

"Baka," Heero frowned, then met Wufei's eyes.

"If I'm going to live with you and be your lover, then you're going to have to kiss me eventually," Wufei taunted, feeling very daring. "Or are you scared?"

"No," Heero said, lifting up a now smiling Quatre and putting him in Duo's lap as though he was light as a feather. He leaned forward and caught Wufei's mouth viciously, sweeping his tongue in instantly. Wufei had to agree with Duo. Heero did have an excellent tongue, and he returned the passion, leaning into the stoic boy. Heero finally pulled away with a smirk, Wufei breathing heavier than before. "I just wanted to give you time to prepare."

"Told you he gives good kisses," Duo wiggled his eyebrows. "It's really fun to make out with him..." Heero cuffed him and Duo 'ow-ed', then grinned good naturedly and continued. "Quatre gives the best cuddles, though, and Trowa's awesome at kissing your neck." Duo closed his eyes and 'mm-ed' in pleasure at memories.

"Please don't grade me on Duo's opinion," Trowa said. "Let me try it and grade it yourself." Trowa smirked above him and placed a short but sultry upside down kiss on Wufei's lips. Damn, the quiet boy was good at teasing your senses. And he smelled damn good!

"Now it's Quat's turn!" Duo crowed. "But be careful. He bites."

"I only bit you once and that was only because you wouldn't stop kissing me where I was ticklish," Quatre frowned. "And I only nipped you."

Duo ignored him. "He's generally a sweet kisser until you get him into the mood, and then he's very passionate, our little one is."

"They turn me on, what can I say?" Quatre smiled, but a tinge of blushing touched his fair cheeks. "I'm very ticklish and sensitive."

"How sensitive?" Wufei asked, raising an eyebrow.

"See for yourself," Quatre smirked, which made him look quite different. The blonde leaned forward and gently brushed against Wufei's lips, breathing on his mouth. Wufei shivered in pleasure and couldn't resist covering the final distance. He connected their lips and made the first move, probing his tongue into Quatre's mouth. Quatre giggled as Wufei's tongue brushed the top of his mouth cavern, and the kiss was ended.

"You really are ticklish," Wufei smiled as Quatre blushed. "And sensitive."

"He always breathes on you and tempts you," Trowa looked at Quatre. "But he rarely ever kisses you. You have to kiss him." He finished massaging the gell into Wufei's cut skin and placed a small kiss on his temple. "Your face is all taken care of."

"Thank you," Wufei shifted and caught his breath. He grunted. "Now how do you treat bruises?"

"Massage and healing gell," Quatre immediately said. "Sit up, if you can, and take off your shirt." Wufei did so, slowly and painfully, Quatre helping him pull the shirt over his head. Quatre gasped as Wufei's chest and back was exposed, running his soft fingers along the bruised and scarred skin. "Oh, Wufei..."

"I wish I had had some of that healing gell a few years ago," Wufei remarked. "I look awful, don't I?"

"You look damn hot," Duo declared. "Just a little black and blue and purple and yellow in some places." Wufei looked at Duo sideways. "But that'll fade. Besides, scars are manly." Heero snorted at this and Duo continued, ignoring it. "It's not like we don't have a few scars. We're gay, you know, and that's dangerous at times."

Wufei nodded, then bit his lip as Trowa began to work the gell into his shoulders. It hurt like hell, but it was like a good hurt, one that you know is beneficial. It hurt, but felt damn good, too. Trowa was very good with his hands, and Wufei let himself relax and let his head loll as his muscles relaxed.

"Are you hungry?" Heero asked, and Wufei paused in his relaxation to nod. Heero stood, then set a hand on Duo's shoulder, stopping the braided boy from standing. "No cookies, Duo," he said firmly. "I'm making dinner. Is ramen okay with everyone?" They all agreed and Heero set about in the kitchen as Trowa continued making Wufei very drowsy. He had to prop his head up with his hand to keep from falling straight on the floor as Trowa progressed down his back. Wufei was all but sleeping when Trowa began on his chest and stomach, and only the touch of the tall boy's fingers kept him in consciousness. And when Trowa returned the healing gell to the aid kit and put it away, Wufei drifted off into slumber on the couch.

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