Fuckin' A
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,230
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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F***\'n A
For the sake of civility, Quatre tried to smile.
The Asian man was silent for a while, staring off into space.
He had long straight black hair, so straight that it appeared ironed. It was pulled back into a loose ponytail with his shorter bangs coming to rest quietly on the shoulders of his dark suit.
Of all the things about him, Quatre found his hair to be the most fascinating.
He\'d never seen hair so straight and so black before.
He looked expensive.
His voice was so smooth that it didn\'t break the silence, but merely parted it, \"Forgive me. I have been remiss in introducing myself.\" He regarded Quatre serenely, \"My name is Wufei Chang.\"
Quatre felt a hot blush color his cheeks, though he couldn\'t say why, \"I\'m sorry, too. My name is Quatre...Winner...\"
The faintest of smiles alighted upon Chang\'s lips, \"It\'s a pleasure to meet you, though I wish it had been under different circumstances.\"
\"Me too,\" Quatre agreed, nodding mindlessly.
\"Is your leg still hurting?\" Mr.Chang inquired.
Quatre nodded, a little ashamed.
\"May I see the damage?\" Mr.Chang asked.
\"That\'s okay,\" Quatre answered quickly.
\"I\'m responsible for it. I feel obligated,\" Mr.Chang pressed.
Quatre\'s jaw unhinged, and he looked worriedly at the driver who seemed completely oblivious to their conversation. How could he seem so blissfully unaware?
\"Don\'t worry about him,\" Mr.Chang told him. \"Now, please, show me.\"
Quatre\'s cheeks had become so burning hot by this time that he was sure that if someone cracked an egg over them, it would sizzle. He was so flustered and embarrassed by the whole matter that he couldn\'t think of anything intelligible to say. He only managed a few non-word utterances.
Mr.Chang smiled at him, not entirely sympathetic, in fact, visibly amused. \"Don\'t worry. You\'re wearing something under those pants, right?\"
Quatre nodded.
\"Then, there\'s nothing to fuss about, is there?\" Mr.Chang reasoned.
Quatre was about to protest that there was much to fuss about before all of his arguments flew out the window, replaced by sheer horror when he felt Mr.Chang\'s hands at the hem of his pants. He sucked in his breath through his teeth, and could only sit mortified and feeling very much alone and somewhat violated as his pants were tugged down to his knees.
He looked to the driver.
Still oblivious.
\"It\'s the right leg, right?\" Mr.Chang queried, very matter-of-fact.
Quatre nodded.
\"Turn this way, please,\" Mr.Chang instructed him.
Quatre was slow to comply, and nearly flew out of his skin when Mr.Chang took it upon himself to do it for him.
Mr.Chang leaned over to get a better look, his perfect hair sliding across Quatre\'s thigh.
\"It looks like I got you really good, there,\" Mr.Chang commented, running his fingers over the oblong bump the size of an average man\'s palm. It was considerably warmer to the touch than the surrounding skin.
\"Y-yeah,\" Quatre agreed. Please God, if you love me at all, you will not make me have an erection.
Mr.Chang eased Quatre\'s slacks back up his legs, seeing as how, at present, he was too stupefied to do it himself. \"I\'m sorry, that made you uncomfortable. I just needed to know,\" Mr.Chang explained with that voice that was impossible to be upset at.
Quatre swallowed hard, \"It\'s alright. I\'m alright.\" He oriented his body more to his side of the car.
Mr.Chang took out his wallet and began to leaf through it.
\"Oh, that\'s...\" Quatre began, but stopped when he saw a business card being extracted.
\"If anything comes up, please give me a call,\" Mr.Chang said as he wrote on the back of the card in pen. He handed the card to Quatre, \"My cell number is on the back.\"
Quatre nodded earnestly and read the card studiously.
Wufei Chang., C.O.O.
Genome Technologies Inc.
Tel. (xxx) xxx-xxxx
Fax (xxx) xxx-xxxx
\"Thank you,\" Quatre whispered. \"Um...I don\'t have a business card, but...\" He rummaged through his satchel and found a notepad and a pencil. On it, he wrote his name and his only phone number. \"Is this alright?\" he asked, tearing the page out and handing it to Mr.Chang who very gracefully accepted it.
\"It is quite alright,\" He said.
And, as if on cue, the taxi came to a gradual stop.
Quatre climbed out gingerly, umbrella first, his exit was followed by Mr.Chang\'s honeyed voice, \"I hope that you feel better soon.\"
\"Thank you,\" Quatre said for the hundredth time that day.
\"Take care,\" Mr.Chang said, leaning over to shut Quatre\'s door.
\"You too.\"
The door shut.
What a strange guy, Quatre thought to himself, pocketing the business card.
TBC....
note(s):
1. The x\'s are so that I don\'t have to make up numbers, and so that people don\'t call the made-up numbers. Dunno why anyone would want to, but I\'m not taking chances after \'867-5309\' If you don\'t know that song, don\'t worry about it.
2. I didn\'t revise this chapter. I hope that it turned out alright. And awkward enough :D
3. PLEASE R&R
For the sake of civility, Quatre tried to smile.
The Asian man was silent for a while, staring off into space.
He had long straight black hair, so straight that it appeared ironed. It was pulled back into a loose ponytail with his shorter bangs coming to rest quietly on the shoulders of his dark suit.
Of all the things about him, Quatre found his hair to be the most fascinating.
He\'d never seen hair so straight and so black before.
He looked expensive.
His voice was so smooth that it didn\'t break the silence, but merely parted it, \"Forgive me. I have been remiss in introducing myself.\" He regarded Quatre serenely, \"My name is Wufei Chang.\"
Quatre felt a hot blush color his cheeks, though he couldn\'t say why, \"I\'m sorry, too. My name is Quatre...Winner...\"
The faintest of smiles alighted upon Chang\'s lips, \"It\'s a pleasure to meet you, though I wish it had been under different circumstances.\"
\"Me too,\" Quatre agreed, nodding mindlessly.
\"Is your leg still hurting?\" Mr.Chang inquired.
Quatre nodded, a little ashamed.
\"May I see the damage?\" Mr.Chang asked.
\"That\'s okay,\" Quatre answered quickly.
\"I\'m responsible for it. I feel obligated,\" Mr.Chang pressed.
Quatre\'s jaw unhinged, and he looked worriedly at the driver who seemed completely oblivious to their conversation. How could he seem so blissfully unaware?
\"Don\'t worry about him,\" Mr.Chang told him. \"Now, please, show me.\"
Quatre\'s cheeks had become so burning hot by this time that he was sure that if someone cracked an egg over them, it would sizzle. He was so flustered and embarrassed by the whole matter that he couldn\'t think of anything intelligible to say. He only managed a few non-word utterances.
Mr.Chang smiled at him, not entirely sympathetic, in fact, visibly amused. \"Don\'t worry. You\'re wearing something under those pants, right?\"
Quatre nodded.
\"Then, there\'s nothing to fuss about, is there?\" Mr.Chang reasoned.
Quatre was about to protest that there was much to fuss about before all of his arguments flew out the window, replaced by sheer horror when he felt Mr.Chang\'s hands at the hem of his pants. He sucked in his breath through his teeth, and could only sit mortified and feeling very much alone and somewhat violated as his pants were tugged down to his knees.
He looked to the driver.
Still oblivious.
\"It\'s the right leg, right?\" Mr.Chang queried, very matter-of-fact.
Quatre nodded.
\"Turn this way, please,\" Mr.Chang instructed him.
Quatre was slow to comply, and nearly flew out of his skin when Mr.Chang took it upon himself to do it for him.
Mr.Chang leaned over to get a better look, his perfect hair sliding across Quatre\'s thigh.
\"It looks like I got you really good, there,\" Mr.Chang commented, running his fingers over the oblong bump the size of an average man\'s palm. It was considerably warmer to the touch than the surrounding skin.
\"Y-yeah,\" Quatre agreed. Please God, if you love me at all, you will not make me have an erection.
Mr.Chang eased Quatre\'s slacks back up his legs, seeing as how, at present, he was too stupefied to do it himself. \"I\'m sorry, that made you uncomfortable. I just needed to know,\" Mr.Chang explained with that voice that was impossible to be upset at.
Quatre swallowed hard, \"It\'s alright. I\'m alright.\" He oriented his body more to his side of the car.
Mr.Chang took out his wallet and began to leaf through it.
\"Oh, that\'s...\" Quatre began, but stopped when he saw a business card being extracted.
\"If anything comes up, please give me a call,\" Mr.Chang said as he wrote on the back of the card in pen. He handed the card to Quatre, \"My cell number is on the back.\"
Quatre nodded earnestly and read the card studiously.
Wufei Chang., C.O.O.
Genome Technologies Inc.
Tel. (xxx) xxx-xxxx
Fax (xxx) xxx-xxxx
\"Thank you,\" Quatre whispered. \"Um...I don\'t have a business card, but...\" He rummaged through his satchel and found a notepad and a pencil. On it, he wrote his name and his only phone number. \"Is this alright?\" he asked, tearing the page out and handing it to Mr.Chang who very gracefully accepted it.
\"It is quite alright,\" He said.
And, as if on cue, the taxi came to a gradual stop.
Quatre climbed out gingerly, umbrella first, his exit was followed by Mr.Chang\'s honeyed voice, \"I hope that you feel better soon.\"
\"Thank you,\" Quatre said for the hundredth time that day.
\"Take care,\" Mr.Chang said, leaning over to shut Quatre\'s door.
\"You too.\"
The door shut.
What a strange guy, Quatre thought to himself, pocketing the business card.
TBC....
note(s):
1. The x\'s are so that I don\'t have to make up numbers, and so that people don\'t call the made-up numbers. Dunno why anyone would want to, but I\'m not taking chances after \'867-5309\' If you don\'t know that song, don\'t worry about it.
2. I didn\'t revise this chapter. I hope that it turned out alright. And awkward enough :D
3. PLEASE R&R