Author: Little Manga Neko
Warnings: AU, NC, Angst, OOC at times, bastards just about everywhere.
Rating: R, NC-17 in 2nd part.
Pairings: mentions of 3x4 and beginnings of 2x1.
Disclaimers: I don't own any famous characters... but the story is all mine <growls>
Innocence Maintained Part 1
"And so he turned to them and said, 'what do you mean that was Alka-seltzer' as his mouth started foaming." Quatre said and started cracking up. Heero just shook his head and gave the empty sky above a beseeching look. His best friends were all hooked up by now and running into any of them always resulted in an inevitable story about some cute or interesting thing their lovers had done. Considering the stories Quatre was always telling about his boyfriend, Heero was convinced that Trowa was on crack.
Hearing the buzz of Quatre's cell go off again Heero gave a rueful shake of his head and waved bye. Quatre had tennis club but Heero had no after school stuff for once so he was headed to the main gate.
There was a larger then usual crowd of teens, and the small clusters of whispering boys made sense when he noticed the sleek black skyline. A young man in a business suit leaned against the car and Heero thought that a suit belonged in a beamer not a skyline. Noting the long brown braid and high cheekbones he recognized him from the magazines, business tycoon Duo Maxwell. One of his father's business acquaintances. A frown marred ivory features was something wrong.
Sunglasses were removed by thin hands and a cold cobalt gaze raked Heero from head to foot.
"Heero Yuy?"
"Yes?"
Without another word he was thrown in the passenger side. The impact of his body against the deceptively soft looking leather seats dazed Heero for a bit as the car door slammed and the squealing protest of tires against hot pavement filled the air. The fuel injection kicked in and gravity pressed him further into supple leather. He turned to Duo and glared at him. Business acquaintance or not no one had the right to treat him like this. There was no way in hell he'd let anyone get away with that, as anger flushed his cheeks and he prepared to protest Duo pressed play on the stereo. His father's voice spilled out and Heero forgot he was in a car with a jerk driving faster then physically safe.
"Heero, I'm sorry. I thought I could make it up, really I did. Then the accident happened..."
At the mention of the accident Heero let his father's other words drift away. Memories of screeching rubber and crunching metal engulfed his thoughts creating an unholy cacophony of sound with his family's screams. It had been the last time he had heard his sister's voice. One of her fractured ribs had punctured her lungs and she had died chocking on her own blood inches away from him.
His father had been gone that night away on another business trip. His mother had been taking them to dinner when a truck had slammed into the small sedan. She had survived with multiple fractures and injuries, even two years later she was still in the hospital learning to live again.
And Heero who had been on the other side of the car had escaped with nothing but a scrapped forehead, bruised body and the bitter taste of guilt in the back of his throat. It had been Ayama's turn to sit in the front seat but she had been in a good mood and had let her little brother take the front seat.
Slowly he realized the soft rumble of the engine had stopped and the car was still. With effort he focused on the present day.
"So with the travel industry down we weren't making any money, in fact we were losing huge amounts but your mother's hospital bills kept getting higher and higher. They threatened to throw her out! I couldn't let that happen, she would have died. But the house was mortgaged so many times over and the business was worthless. We had to keep borrowing to keep going and I had no collateral left.... I promise I'll get the money son. I'm sorry."
Heero scowled at the radio. Sorry for what? Seeing his expression Duo smirked.
"You should pay attention when people are telling you things, boy."
Heero's Prussian eyes flashed at the barely veiled slur. "My name is Heero, Yuy-san to the likes of you."
"If you had been listening, boy. You'd realize your name is whatever I wish it to be. Your father owes me upwards of 300 million yen and your mother is in one of the hospitals my family owns. He has neither the means nor money to pay me back, I doubt he ever will. And he has in effect given me his only son in exchange for the security I will not foreclose on his loans or kick out his precious wife." Cobalt eyes raked over his body again this time in disinterest. "I would rather have my money but I guess you could be amusing."
It was in silence that he followed Duo into a house larger then most malls. He was shown to a room with three cardboard boxes and he recognized the items from his room at home. They seemed so ordinary in the face of such luxury. The food at dinner tasted like sawdust and he ate alone.
After leaving him in the care of a servant Duo had disappeared seemingly uncaring of his new requirement. Heero had known his 'father' had hated him as a constant reminder of his wife's infidelity. After all both Hiroshi and Setsuko had been full-blooded Japanese with black hair and eyes. Heero had been born nine months after one of Hiroshi's business trips with dark brown hair and Prussian blue eyes. Ayama had been his only true child and Hiroshi had doted on her. Heero couldn't help who his parents had been and had tried to be the perfect son. He knew his father had blamed him for Ayama's death and his beloved wife's injuries after all he had told him so too many times to count. But before this he had never thought his father hated him.
He went through the motions of his normal night and tried to ignore the fact the empty echoing of the halls seemed to mock him. The servants seemed to watch his every move. Hmph servants. Growing up he remembered a maid coming once a day but no true servants. It was a novelty to get out of the bath and discover a fluffy, warmed cotton robe waiting for him. But the small luxury couldn't bring a smile to lips red from constant biting.
As he noticed the long corridor he was being led down was different from those he remembered he spoke up to the auburn haired young man. "I believe my room is back the other way."
"Maxwell-Sama has requested your presence in his chambers."
"It will only take me a moment to find my clothes."
"That is inconsequential. Maxwell-Sama requested your presence after you bathed not after you dressed." And the expression on the redheads face as he continued walking made Heero want to punch him. He had looked at Heero as if he was less then nothing. Like he was some sort of animal being paraded for its owner's inspection. And Heero could feel something in him wither and die at that expression.
The doors to the master suite seemed too large and the disembodied voice that answered the servant's timid knock made him set his jaw. No one would order him about like some plastic soldier. As he entered Heero took a breath to tell Duo off and found it stuck in his throat.
Duo was wearing nothing but a thin silk robe and he hadn't even bothered to tie it. The well-defined lines of his body and half hard cock were on display and while Heero had seen many naked boys before in the locker rooms this was different. Not only was Duo a man not a boy, this scene was too intimate almost obscene. He didn't even notice the servant leave and lock the doors behind him.
Duo didn't even seem concerned with him at the moment. He was busy flicking through some papers on a desk. A small frown on his face as he read some displeasing news and Heero became more nervous. The enormity of the situation hit him and Heero wondered who he could turn to for help. His own father had reduced him to a mere thing and had sold away his childhood, his innocence and his life to this stranger in exchange for what? A momentary reprieve as long as Duo was amused by Heero then they would be back to the place they started. No way to pay that money and his mother in the hospital... no they'd be worse off because by then what would Heero be? He had to leave, escape now before it was too late.
Feeling exposed in only his cotton robe, Heero clutched in closed tighter with his hands. Duo had yet to notice his presence and Heero was trying to decide how to persuade leniency when Duo looked at him with a deceptively casual smirk.
"Lay down on the bed."
"What the? No freaking way..." Heero sputtered all thoughts of negotiations dieing in the face of his sudden fear and Duo's smirk turned cruel.
"Now." Was accompanied by the unspoken 'or else'. The younger boy tried desperately to believe that Duo just wanted to intimidate him. He lay back stiff as a board on silky sheets trying not to remember what his friends had whispered about their love lives. His Prussian eyes dark with something akin to fear watched Duo's every move.
"I saw the rebelliousness on your face. Let me remind you without my help or protection not only would your father go to jail for fraud and numerous other crimes he committed to save his business. Then of course your mother would be on the streets just another crippled homeless person; maybe with her pretty face she'd last long enough to be made someone's toy. But honestly how long do you think they would survive after your family lost everything? Hmmm Heero?"
He would rather be called boy. He hated the way his name fell from those pretty lips, far to pretty for any man to have naturally. Heero's stomach twisted at the truth of it all. Could he truly sentence his parents to death for his own pride? He loved his mother too much... but a small voice in the back of his head protested that Duo Maxwell wanted more then to break his body; he would stop short of nothing less then his soul.
"I paid a hell of a lot more then you're worth Heero Yuy and I expect to use my expensive little toy whenever, wherever and however I please." And with that harsh lips met his grinding them against his teeth and filling his mouth with blood.
TBC...
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