A Matter of Heart: Heirs to the Legacy 2 (The Second Set)
A Gundam Wing Fanfiction By: Andrea Readwolf
Email: andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com
Rating: YA/Mature
Families: First Generation
YMC Fam (Yuy-Maxwell-Chang Family: Trinity, Mara Jade,
and Dylan);
Winner Fam (Quatre + Trowa, Triton&Tristan, and little sis
Calista)
Peacecraft Family (Zechs Marquise/Milliard + Lucrezia/Noin
Peacecraft, Kit/Katarynna, Adrian, and Nicolette/Nicole)
Mazzolla Family (Mariemeia + Jake Mazzolla {OC}, Julian)
Catalonia-Dorian Family (Dorothy Catalonia + Relena Dorian,
Regina)
Une-Po Family (Lady Une + Sally Po, Marie Une*, Michael Braddocks,
Mark Braddocks, Matthew Braddocks)
Families: Second Generation
The Royal Peacecraft Family: King Adrian, Queen Trinity, twins Yuy (10-f)
and Maxwell (10-m)
The Winner Family (#1): Tristan + Mara Jade = Meiran (14-f), Dakota (12-f),
Jasmine (11-f), Galen (8-m), Bryce (5-m), Adrianna (4-f), Fletcher (2-m),
Hakeem (8 1/2 PN-m) *(a lot ^__^'')
The Winner Family (#2): Triton + Katarynna (Kit/Kat ^__^v) = Gabriel (6-m)
Pairings: Dylan Maxwell + Nicole Peacecraft (hoped for by Nikki); Julian
Mazzolla + Calista Winner (hoped for by Julian) [AN: has anyone else
noticed that really on Trinity and Adrian *wanted* each other from the
first? None of this 'hoped for' business...]
Archive: Yes-- www.gwaddiction.com
Warnings: The following story contains scenes that are humorous,
sappy,fluff, with rampant Incoherence, random PoV switching, and
Sexual innuendoes abound.
Original Characters are presented; all characters are IC according to
the author's interpretation of them. Mainly heterosexual
situations, with hints of YAOI and YURI (from the "older" crowd... and
*some* references to Dylan's past).
Spoilers: None to the original Gundam Wing Series at first; However, once
Julian has been commissioned by Calista for a special project, expect a lot
of rehashing of the series. It would be a plus to have read the previous
Matter of Heart Series Arc stories: "Dance of the Heart" Arc and "Oh Baby,
Baby" Arc. "Heirs to the Legacy" is built off of the stories forming
"Traditions".
Feedback: C&C is always welcomed and adored.
Acknowledgements: It's been three years... Three long bloody years. Hn.
And this damn story *still* isn't finished! Acknowledgements go out to all
the people who have helped me throughout this incredibly long Series--it
ain't over yet! Special Thanks go out to Zan, who must be my longest-kept
beta-reader to date! (And also a very good friend.... "How many more days
till A-kon?" "AW-what?" "What to you mean it's pronounced 'yeowie'? It's
spelt like 'ya-o-ee'." "Okay, now, seriously here; how squicked out do you
think people will be if I happen to mention the sexual relationship between
the twins? I mean, Triton and Tristan are very affectionate and all,
but...." ^___^)
Notes: This is the story of the children, the nine children of the 6
gundam pilots (Heero--Zechs) plus the grandchild of Treize
Khushrenada. This story will not focus primarily on the characters
from the series, but rather, the generation after them. This story is
not for all die-hard fans, but runs along the lines of a more
original piece.
Additional Note: 1, 2, 3, 4, & 5 often times refer to each other as
"husband" [and thus the grandchildren might at one point refer to all five
men (six in Zech's case) as "grandfather"]; please refer back to "Promise of
the Rings" Part 13 if this causes confusion.
Additional Note 2: The chibis often times refer to their parents'
friends and partners as "Uncle" or "Aunt"--in this case, the
term is used simply as one of respect since, with the exception
of Kit & Adrian's relation to Relena, all of Quatre's sisters, and
Trowa's Catherine, none of the parents really have siblings.
Additional Note 3: As hinted at in Heirs to the Legacy #1, Zechs and Noin
have separated. Zechs has somehow been coerced into living with our boys at
Emerald Gardens (we've had the 5-somes; anyone up to a 6-some?)
***These stories and the ideas contained within are copyright of the author. No reprinting or posting without permission of said author. ***
IMPORTANT!!!! YAOI LEMON WARNING!!!
~Paris, France April AC 242 ~
Surprisingly enough, Dylan *had* remembered it was Nicole's birthday and provided her with a day unlike any other. He insisted that, because it was her birthday, she was not allowed to do anything that she might normally do on any other day. A very unlikely day it was, too.
It began with breakfast in bed--two pancakes, two sunny-side-up lightly-peppered eggs, two strips of bacon, a chocolate chip muffin, a tall glass of marmalade, a cup of steaming hot orange and spice tea, and a white rose and two daffodils in a vase (Nicole's two favourite flowers). Then Dylan escorted her to the zoo, where they spent a good portion of the morning and early afternoon laughing and teasing each other while strolling through the animal exhibits, munching happily on hot dogs, soft pretzels, and lemon-flavoured Italian ices. Followed by dinner at Sawamura's Japanese Steakhouse, which ate up the remainder of the light hours.
Nicole thought her fantasy day was over as they casually strolled back in the direction of Madame Lafayette's until Dylan turned them towards the frozen ice pond where kids were shouting and laughing as they glided (and, in some cases, slid) over the milky surface.
"You haven't forgotten how to skate, have you?" he teased, blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
"Let's just hope *you* haven't," she challenged as he purchased their skate rentals and handed a pair to her. He finished lacing his up first, and then helped her lace up hers before, laughing, they hobbled towards the frozen pond.
It was like they were children again, back at Bridgelight, skating over the old Duck Pond, racing one another, trying to show one another up. And then they stopped competing and moved on to enjoying the feel of the wind in their faces and the warmth of a hand in theirs. They were unaware of the people on the bank watching them and smiling and commenting on "What a lovely, young couple they are. They look very happy, yes, and very much in love."
They bought two hot cocoas and gingerly sipped on them as they made their way home. Nicole couldn't remember ever having such a wonderful day, and she told Dylan so, smiling radiantly up at him. Dylan smiled back warmly, saying he was glad she had enjoyed herself, and then he cupped her cheek and tilted her chin, ready to kiss her forehead, but Nicole dipped forward and pressed her lips to his.
She gave the situation a lot of thought. She was almost sure Julian didn't know anything about their close ties to the two Eve Wars--other than his grandmother, Lady Anne, was General Treize's left hand. But this was a secret desire of hers for a long time now, and who better than Jules? Someone who was already closely associated with the family? Someone whose life was a direct result of the Wars? Besides, Julian was a fantastic author.
Yes, Calista was absolutely positive Julian Mazzolla was the right person to write the story of the two Eve Wars; the right person to do the biography of the five (possibly six, if Uncle Zechs would allow it) gundam pilots. Definitely.
The only problem now was convincing Jules to do it.
Not to mention his reaction when he learned of the truth; or at least, the family's side of the story.
Society, of course, had varying tales of the Eve Wars then Calista and her brothers and family knew, and it seemed the tale faded more away from the true details the farther away from Earth you went. Who knew what the story was on Mars. She could still remember the huge fiasco that had erupted when Mara Jade and her History teacher, a colonial born, got into a heated argument over the gundam pilots. Calista, personally, was only disappointed that she hadn't been able to see that show first hand.
Julian looked tired when he came through the door to the hotel room, yawning and eyes half closed. It was a moment before he even realized he wasn't alone, jumping slightly before he noticed who it was.
"Callie, I wasn't expecting you so soon," he apologized, hastily moving to re-button the shirt he had begun taking off.
"Oh, you can leave that," the blonde woman smiled, well, actually *leered* would be a better word for it.
He shot her a disbelieving, questioning look before finishing tidying up his shirt. "You said you had a proposal for me?" he tried to redirect her focus, not at all comfortable with the previous one.
"Yes," Callie mentally sighed. "Sit, and let's talk shop." She smiled benevolently as Julian sank gratefully into the chair across from her. "I want you to write a book for me. Possibly two."
Julian looked at her, waiting for her to continue, but she didn't. "What?" he asked finally. "Your biography?"
She smiled again. "Not quite. A biography, yes, but not mine." She refilled her glass from the wine bottle, offering some to him. "Tell me, how much did they teach you about the Eve Wars on that planet of yours?"
The question surprised him, but agreeably, he rattled off the things he could recall. "The five Lagrange Colony Clusters, after several years of repression by the Earth government, rebelled and sent special soldiers down to Earth on their behalf. After approximately one year of massive death and destruction, the Earth acknowledged the Colonies' rights and new laws were constructed to protect those rights?"
The last ending with a questioning tone as he looked at her, wondering where all this was going.
Calista was frowning, but nodding. "That sounds about right," she murmured with heavy sarcasm, which Julian did not understand at all.
"Why did you want to know?"
"Julian, the work I want you to do will... conflict with a lot of your beliefs," she said carefully, watching him closely. "It will be very demanding, time consuming, and in some cases, it will probably seem like you're trying to pull teeth, but if you agree to do it, I can almost positively guarantee you, this will be the most worthwhile project you've done to date, if not that you will ever do."
Frowning, he finally asked, "What? What do you want me to do?"
She studied him for another minute. Yes, this was right. He was *meant* to do this.... "I want you to write a biography of the gundam pilots," she said softly.
For a minute he dared to believe her... and then he smiled ruefully and gave a half laugh. "Nice try, Cals, but you're forgetting something: no one knows who those pilots were. How am I supposed to interview someone I don't know?"
"Of course you wouldn't be allowed to show anyone, and definitely not publish, until after..." she swallowed "Until all the pilots are d-deceased." She cleared her throat. "And I imagine you will have some difficulties dealing with certain issues surrounding their story, but...." And now she drew herself up to face him again. "But I honestly believe you are the only person who could do this story the justice and dignity it deserves."
Julian stared at her. "You're... you're really serious, aren't you?"
She nodded.
"But... but *how*?" he wanted to know. "How do you know who they are?"
"I am Winner Enterprises, or have you forgotten?" she asked pompously, looking down her nose at him.
He just shook his head, staring.
"Well?" she asked. "Will you do it?"
"What," he licked his lips. "What exactly would I be doing? I mean, what kind of story are you trying to get here?"
"I just want their story told, properly," she answered, not breaking eye contact. "I want you to look at all the information, to interview each of the pilots, and then write as objectively or gundam-favouringly as you can." She smiled teasingly.
Julian shook his head in a daze. "What... what if, I find I *can't* write this story objectively?"
"You are, of course, permitted to back out," she informed him calmly. "But I sincerely doubt that once you've started you'll be able to quit."
"So... no strings, then?" he asked tentatively, still a little disbelieving.
"I won't say no strings, but nothing that can't be smoothed out in the best interests of both my clients and yourself. Jules... you are my friend, that's one reason I'm asking you to do this and not someone else." Calista set her wine glass down on the small table and leaned forward. "But you are also a damn good writer. That's the main reason I'm coming to you with this. Once you agree, once you start to work on this, you'll understand why it is so important to me, Jules, and I think it will become very important to you as well."
What else could he do but agree?
Dylan was not happy. He had sent the threatening note to his friend in the Preventers, hoping they would be able to discover something more than he had from the seemingly innocent piece of parchment. They hadn't.
No finger prints other than those he already knew about. No DNA traces. Nothing. He had no further clues as to who was trying to hurt Nikki than he had before. It was frustrating.
Sighing, he slipped the missive he'd received from the Preventers back in his pocket and stared up at the stage where Nikki was practicing for her concert tour. He'd thoroughly checked out this pavilion last night, this morning, and again when everyone returned from lunch. The place was clean. No one was here who shouldn't be. It just didn't add up.
Whoever was sending Nikki these threatening letters obviously was familiar with her schedule; they had to be close enough to her to know where she was and when. Since he'd been here, she'd only received two more letters--that one time at the cafe and then last week at home. Who was it? They had seemed to be scared off by Dylan's presence at first... but then, what was it that gave them the confidence to start up again?
Dylan growled, resisting the urge to pull at his hair.
There were too many unanswered questions; he didn't like it.
And what's worse was he kept getting distracted. Every time he thought he might be close to an epiphany, the memory of that kiss Nikki had given him on her birthday, and the aftermath, popped to mind.
No! Not *that* aftermath... thank goodness.
Dylan sighed and gave up trying not to think about it. Stopped trying to feel guilty or embarrassed...
He had liked Nikki's kiss.
There. He'd admitted it.
He had liked the feel of her supple body in his arms.
He liked it a lot.
And that was the problem. He was too old to be having those thoughts now, after fourteen years of doing an excellent job of remaining celibate, thank you very much. And Nikki was definitely too young for him. She was only twenty-three years old! Ten years his junior!
These were absolutely crazy thoughts he was entertaining.
He hated to see Nikki cry, and worse, he hated to be the reason she was crying, but there was just no way they could be in a relationship. He'd tried to tell her that, too, but she wouldn't listen to him. She'd tried to force the matter, and instead of trying to stop her again and possibly hurting her, he'd shut down, not allowing his body to react in any way.
Finally she'd given up, sobbing and cursing him as she lay against him.
Dylan had held her despite her cursing him and his family--he knew she really didn't mean it...
In the morning neither of them acted like anything had happened. It was uncomfortable. Dylan kept feeling like at any moment Nikki might pounce again and try to do something. It was extremely disconcerting to think of Nikki like some sexual fiend; sweet, innocent little Nikki P.... Unwittingly, Dylan found himself thinking about any of Nikki's past romantic encounters, and quite suddenly experienced a pang of jealousy. How many people had kissed Nikki's lips? How many people had felt the smooth silk of her skin? How many people had done even more than that?
Dylan shook his head angrily. These thoughts had no business being in his head. He was here for a reason: to protect Nikki's life, not to seduce her, and he had better keep his mind focused on that truth. Nothing else mattered as long as Nikki was safe.
Right?
Duo moaned as he came all over the towel covering the sheets. His arms shook for a brief moment before his body collapsed onto the bed. With a moany, contented sigh, the braided man pillowed his cheek against his arms and gazed lazily over at his two lovers sucking each other off.
With a stifled grunt, the person behind Duo keeled over, landing on top of/ beside the braided man. A face mashed into Duo's back as fingers played over his bare side.
"If it wasn't so good I'd say I was getting too old for this kind of exercise."
Duo smiled. "This is the best kind of exercise there is," he said quietly, closing his eyes and counting down silently.
Two...
One...
A stunted grunt sounding from where Duo was facing--almost undetectable unless you were listening for it--as Heero spilled himself first into Wufei's talented mouth.
Duo leered as his lover meticulously licked Heero clean before looking up and over at Duo with burning coal-like eyes. 'Who said black couldn't smoulder?' Duo thought looking back at Wufei, his breath hitched.
Wufei grinned, and he twisted until he faced Duo's hip. Obediently, the longhaired man rolled until his flaccid length was free from obstruction, spreading his legs wide apart. Duo cried out as Wufei's hot mouth sealed over his flesh, coaxing his body to harden. One violet eye peeked open to note Wufei's hips pistoning in and out of Heero's mouth.
Oh, gods... Wufei was fucking Heero's mouth while sucking Duo off. He knew he loved him for a reason...
Duo's head was now thrown back as he leaned against the body behind him--only belatedly realizing Zechs was now holding him, supporting him--as Duo's legs hooked around Wufei's shoulders, trying to thrust closer, deeper into the warm, sweet mouth.
From over Zech's shoulder, Duo could hear the other two occupants of the large bed leisurely reaching for their own climax as Quatre lazily impaled himself on Trowa's dick. There was no rush for them, for as soon as Trowa's seed coated Quatre's insides, you could bet Quatre would have the other boy turned around on his hands and knees, pounding away. Duo knew from first hand experience how delightfully tempting Trowa's ass could be.
Duo felt himself shifted until Zechs's reawakened cock slid easily into his previously slickened channel. The double sensation was easily enough to send him over the edge again. This time shouting as his seed pumped out from his body, encouraged by Wufei's insistent tongue.
Zechs moaned as Duo's ass clamped over his cock, but he wasn't ready to give up his own seed yet again. Not yet, anyway.
Wufei pulled out of Heero's mouth, still hard, dark eyes glinting as he crawled up over Duo, pushing the other man off Zechs and onto the bed. Cock-greedy, Duo willingly spread his legs for Wufei's, wrapping his own around the other's waist and grabbing at his shoulders to bring Wufei's mouth to his in a hungry kiss.
Mmm... Was there anything so yummy as the taste of Heero and himself in Wufei's mouth?
But then he didn't get to think any more about that because Wufei was busy fucking all the thoughts from his mind. Vaguely he thought he heard Zechs complain about being left out, and Wufei asking what the silver-haired blond was going to do about it. And then Wufei's rhythm was interrupted for a moment. Duo had the suspicion that if he opened his eyes he would see Zechs behind Wufei, pounding into the Asian man.
Wufei groaned and Duo felt it; Wufei's hot semen spurting into him. Duo grinned as his lover's body eased onto his, wrapping his arms around Wufei's middle and nuzzling his neck. He couldn't help it, there were just some days were he felt like such a cock whore, the only thing he wanted was lots of cocks all around him. He supposed he was very lucky in that way... all his lovers were more than happy to please him.
He heard Trowa's muted shout that signified the other man's pinnacle when there was a soft rap on their door.
Mystified, the six men looked at one another before glaring down the door.
Quatre was the one to clear his voice and ask, "Who is it?"
"I had a bad dream," a small voice replied sleepily.
In the bat of an eye six towels were tossed around before tossed towards Heero who dumped them in the laundry basket in time to snatch the pair of blue and black diamond patterned boxer shorts and white tee from the air that Duo was passing out.
Trowa looked back at them to check if they were all presentable before opening the door and looking down, way way down. Frowning, he asked, "Where's your Mommy and Daddy? Why didn't you go to their room?"
Four-year-old little Adrienne Winner sniffled, turning her big baby blue eyes up to first her Poppa, and then her Granddad, Tousan, Chichi, Duo-Daddy, and Grampa Zechs, eyes growing larger by the second. "'M sowwy," she sniffled.
Trowa put on a mock-pout and scooped her up against his chest. "What's wrong, Adri?" he asked as they walked back to the big bed where five men were waiting.
"Bad dweam," she sighed, scrubbing her eyes with a small fist.
"What about, baby girl?" Duo asked, pulling her away from Trowa so she rested between himself and Quatre.
Without preamble, the youngest daughter of Mara Jade and Tristan curled up against her grandfathers and made to go to sleep, but she answered, "Big wobots were shooting lots of people and were sad. They were cwying, didn't like killin' all t'ose peoples..."
"But..." Wufei frowned over Duo's shoulder. "Why come to us, Adrienne? Why not Mommy or Daddy?"
"Sleeping," the little girl yawned. "Didn' wan' you ta be sad anymore..."
End Part 5
Andrea Readwolf
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