August 4, 2000
Rating: Mature audience only, please...
Pairings: 3+4, 1+2+5, 6+N, R+D, S+11
Warnings: Yaoi and Yuri LEMON and LIME. Sappy in some areas (blame it on the romantic). Angst in other areas.
Spoilers: Episodes from the series and Endless Waltz...
Feedback: C&C is always welcomed and adored. Flames may be met with hexes and curses though! ^_^
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes. References to printed texts, films, sitcoms, musical pieces, and/or other fanfictions don't belong to me either. Sometimes they just get stuck in my brain and refuse to get out. ^_^
Notes: This story takes our favorite boys and subjects them to the worse horrors known to men. (I'll explain soon, promise!) ^_^ Gotta luv that! This is NOT the sequel to "Have You Ever..." but DOES take place in the same universe.
This story takes place in a slightly altered universe, but nothing major, I hope. For time-line purposes, "Oh Baby, Baby" is approximately 8 years after "Have You Ever..." (203 AC), placing the boys at ~23-24 years of age.
Relena Dorian, former Queen of the Earth, sat at her dressing table in her satin nightdress staring into the large oval mirror before her. It never failed. It was always the same. Always.
Relena felt her heart swell and threaten to choke her. She swallowed quickly; swallowing back the tears that she'd fought for years. Swallowing back the pain.
'He looks so happy,' she thought, picking up the soft-bristle brush and pulling it through her medium-length golden brown mane. 'So happy...'
It was a good look for him, she thought. He looked so different.... So different from the boy who had promised to kill her. So different from the boy who had saved the world... oh so many years ago...
She set the brush down and reached for a peach shell pump, allowing the cool lotion to sit on her fingertips, staring at it, before gently rubbing the substance over her cheeks and lips and forehead and neck.
'So happy... because of him...them...' She knew... she had known for a while... before the turn of the century...yes, before then... How many years now has she known? How many years has she lived with her false dreams of what would never, could never, be real?
She had known since after the second Eve War... in those tense meetings when she saw all the five young Gundam pilots together... looking at one another... betrayed. They had been betrayed... by one of their own... but it was more than just that. There was more than just the betrayal the world knew of. More than just the betrayal of fighting against one another...
It was that night... that night so many years ago that she had finally understood why she could never have Heero Yuy's love... because it was already given to someone else. No. Not someone. Four someones.
The next time she had seen them again at another dinner/ball/function--there were so many of them...too many to remember them all--she had seen the proof of that bond.
It was more than just a bond of friendship or brotherhood or comradeship built by being partners...
So much more...
And the matching set of five golden bands that winked up from each young man's left hand had stated so.
Hands slipped over her shoulders, slowly massaging a sweet smelling lotion into her exposed flesh. Those hands unraveled tight knots and coaxed her to relax. She hummed lightly in the back of her throat, leaning back into the warm body behind her.
"You know you really shouldn't be here," she said softly, no hint of displeasure in her voice.
"Oh?" a woman asked as a smile that could only be described as wicked played over her shell lips. "And why is that?" She leaned closer, whispering into her ear, her breath sliding over Relena's bare neck, throat, and cheek.
"We are not alone," Relena replied, her breath catching.
"Are you hiding someone else in the room?" the woman asked amused.
"Of course not--"
"Then, for all practical purposes, we are alone," she told her, her hands slipping off Relena's shoulders to find other interesting body parts. One confident hand boldly began to cup and mold one small, firm breast; the other fell to her stomach... so low... so deliciously, teasingly, low...
"The others are--"
"Probably doing the same exact thing at this very moment," the woman replied, her lips nibbling along her throat.
"Mmmm...."
"It's been two and a half months, Relena," she said breathlessly. "I don't want to have to wait another two more..."
Relena's hands came up and tangled in the woman's long platinum locks, her head falling back, giving the woman's lips free access to the long expanse of her milky throat. "Dorothy..."
The name was a caress--caressing her body all over as she leaned farther over the girl in her arms, lips trailing lower.
"Yes, Relena?" she asked sweetly right before her lips sealed over one nipple through the thin satiny material. A gasp was her answer. Smiling, nuzzling her cheek against the soft curve of a lovely breast she pulled back, standing up, pulling the sitting woman up with her. She led her to the bed, falling onto her back, pulling Relena over her. Her hands roamed over that silky back, teasing, enticing.
The golden-brown haired girl fell over her, willingly, kissing the other woman with abandon. It wasn't the same, she knew... but it was better than being alone.
At least they both agreed on that.
He wrapped the large white towel around the strangling masses of dripping-wet chestnut strands, sighing. He was gonna have to tell Quatre to have someone come clean the drain again tomorrow--the problem with so much hair... so many clogged drains. He opened the door to the bedroom, not missing a beat as the sounds from the bed filled his ears. Tsking, he walked over to the large old trunk set at the end of the bed, throwing it open.
"You guys couldn't even wait for me?" he asked with a mock-hurt voice as he rummaged through the contents.
Panting, moaning, thrusting, his head thrown back in the heat of the moment, Wufei managed to choke out, "You take too damn long, Maxwell."
Duo slapped the trunk lid shut with a large <THUNK> and grinned. "Oh yeah?" he asked, crawling over the lid and onto the bed--letting the towel fall.
"Yeah..." was the hitched reply--coming from under Wufei. Heero, his head on his folded arms, struggling against losing his rapidly unraveling control.
Duo pressed his naked body against Wufei's sweaty back, his lips nibbling at his throat and ear as a hand sneaked around to pinch an already-taunt nipple. The Chinese boy cried out, the even rhythm of his hips breaking. Beneath him, Heero moaned.
Smiling against Wufei sweaty neck--his tongue darting out to taste the sweet, musky flavor that was his lover--Duo let his hand travel over Wufei's waist and hip... transferring to Heero's before reaching around and grasping his second lover. Another strangled moan fell from those panting lips.
And Heero Yuy came, trembling. Chang Wufei was a moment behind him, shouting out before collapsing. Duo smiled, pulling his hand away and licking all the familiar tangy-saltiness up. Heero stretched out on the bed, Wufei still pressed smack against his back. Duo leaned back, sitting on his legs as he continued to lick his fingers, smiling at the two men before him.
They looked delicious. Their golden bodies, chiseled like young gods, stretched out--Wufei's chest pressed flush against Heero's back; an arm draped over Heero's waist; Heero's own arm resting over that limb, as though holding it there; one of Wufei's legs, wedged between Heero's; their breathing matching, breath for breath; Wufei's ebony silk hair fanning out on the pillow...
Absolutely gorgeous. Duo grinned, snuggling up against Wufei. The two men shifted to fit the third member together perfectly. He hugged both men and kissed Wufei's neck, closing his eyes and smiling contentedly.
"I love you," he murmured. 'Love ya too' floated back to him from two sources--a reaction that had taken years to come so naturally.
"You know, I've been thinking," Duo continued, shifting, a small purring sound radiating from the back of his throat. Two guttural noises mixed and blended--both men too exhausted to really join in their lover's 'after-glow bed talk'. "Do you think *we'd* make good parents?" he questioned softly--softer then before.
Onyx and cobalt blue eyes blinked open and both men shifted up and around to stare at him. Duo fell back and stared up at the ceiling as though it held the answers to all the questions in the universe, an arm thrown up over his head, holding wet hair to the pillow, another resting against his stomach.
"I mean, when I was a kid, I promised myself that I would never have kids who would have to go through what I did..." his head turned and he looked at his two lovers--the two men who held his heart in their hands. "But things aren't the same as when we were kids anymore... are they?"
They didn't answer--not that he really expected them too. Some things would never be able to change. He turned back to the ceiling. "Did you see how happy Trowa and Quatre looked today? I bet they'll make great parents. And Zechs? How'd've thought that the same guy who was capable of blowing a chunk out of the earth can play peek-a-boo with a two-year-old?"
He took a deep breath, not sure what he wanted to say, not sure how to say it even he did know. "I just..." he began before sighing again. "I guess I wonder what will be left of us when we're gone. I mean, what will I, Duo Maxwell have to show for when I finally leave, huh?"
"You have the Earth," Heero told him, "Which, because of you, is still here."
"And the recovering L2-Colonies," Wufei added. "They would not have made it this far in this time of piece if it were not for your efforts, Duo."
Duo sighed, shifting onto his side, away from them. "Yeah, maybe," he mumbled. "I just... I guess I just feel like something's missing."
"Duo..." Heero climbed over Wufei and then Duo to face the longhaired young man. "Duo... we're not like the others. Our... situation, is different." He was kneeling beside him, staring down at him, willing him to understand.
Duo looked up at Heero and then back at Wufei, who was also kneeling beside him. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he mumbled pushing up from the bed and scrambling off.
"Where are you going?"
Duo turned back at the bathroom door. "I have to put my hair up," he laughed--a crack in his voice. "We all know what happens when I don't!" Two groans followed him into the bathroom before being cut off by the door. He stood, leaning back against the door, staring at his reflection in the mirror.
"It was a crazy thought anyway," he whispered to the reflection with tears trickling down its cheeks.
He sat in the center of the bed, papers spread out all around him. He picked up one paper, skimmed it, put it down, and picked up another.
"What is it?" a voice asked him, pulling him from his work-haze.
"Hmm? Oh, um," the blond young man mumbled, looking up as his love walked into their bedroom. "Nothing, I was just looking over the Behenna Reports again."
Smiling, Trowa shifted some papers out of the way before crawling onto the bed beside Quatre, saddling up close so he could rest his chin on the blonde's shoulder. "And have you found anything different from the last four times you've read it?"
Quatre smiled and leaned back against his love's strong chest. "No," he answered with a contented little sigh. Then he turned and snuggled into Trowa, those strong arms coming up to hold him tight. "I guess I'm just a little excited," he admitted, looking up into those beautiful emerald green eyes and wondering, 'Will he or she have green eyes? And be tall? And have beautiful golden russet hair, so thick you can lose your fingers in its silky threads?'
Trowa smiled down at his love, all his love for the young blond pouring through that one look, soaking up the love that poured out of those marine-shaded eyes staring up at him. He leaned over, laying the man onto his back before gently kissing those loving lips. "I can't wait to have your child, Quatre Raberba Winner."
Their fingers laced together as they smiled at one another. "Nor I yours, Trowa Barton." Quatre leaned up and reclaimed those lips in another kiss. Several papers fluttered to the floor and Quatre jumped up. "Oops! The report!" he cried, scrambling to collect all the papers before any could be lost.
Trowa fell back into the bed, laughing as he watched the young man scrambling like a little kid to collect all the scattered papers. "That's why you should do your work at the table," he was saying as Quatre struggled to put the papers back in order.
Blue eyes twinkled as he turned around and smiled at Trowa. "Yeah, but then I wouldn't stand as great a chance of being distracted," he told him, leaning over and kissing him.
"Did you read the reports?" a quiet voice asked when the bathroom door opened.
Sally was scrubbing her dark golden hair with a white fluffy towel, but she paused and turned towards the dressing table. "Yes," she answered, taking up a comb and racking it through his unruly hair.
"And...?"
"And what?" the Chinese woman questioned, turning towards the bed and climbing in.
"And what do you think? Is it possible?" Lady Une asked, turning on the tiny chair at the dressing table.
Sally shrugged. "It could be," she said. "Or it could be a fanciful dream. But I don't think so."
"So it's true," Une said softly, turning back to the mirror.
Sally shrugged again, setting the comb on the nightstand. "It's a good bet." She untied the sash on her robe and tossed it onto a nearby chair. "I wouldn't worry about it too much tonight. It's late. Come to bed. We can worry about it tomorrow," Sally said, ending on a yawn.
"I suppose you're right," Une said, sighing, standing up and crossing over to the bed.
"Of course I am," mumbled the sleepy woman. "You're a worry wart."
"Someone has to," the golden-haired woman told her, moving the covers aside and climbing in.
The Chinese woman rolled over and snuggled up to the other woman's back, an arm wrapping around that slim waist. "Maybe, but tonight it doesn't have to be you," she replied, placing a tiny kiss in the juncture of Une's throat and shoulder before sighing and letting sleep settle over her.
Une, though, was still awake. Her thumb caressed the hand resting over her stomach and, silently, she prayed.
Please let everything be all right...
Noin was purring--making tiny contented noises in the back of her throat as her husband held her, his strong body spooning hers. Right now, in this moment, the world seemed perfect.
"What are you thinking?" Zechs whispered in her ear, his nose nuzzling the sensitive skin behind her lobe.
"Mmm, that the world is perfect," she told him, shifting in his arms so she could look into those beautiful ice-blue eyes and those wonderfully smiling lips and that face that she loved so much. "Perfect and beautiful and wonderful."
Zechs smiled at her, stretching his back and yawning, but smiling. "You enjoyed the picnic, I take it."
Noin laughed. "Yes, I did, but so did you," she said, pillowing her head on his broad chest. A hand found its way to that dark head and began massaging her scalp. She purred louder, shifting closer to him.
His eyes were closed, but the smile was still on his lips. "It was fun today, huh?"
"It's a shame we don't do this more," Noin said with a yawn.
"Hmmm."
"Guess what Sally was telling me earlier?"
"Mmm?"
She smiled, propping her chin up and looking at him. "Quatre and Trowa are going to have a baby."
That won one blue eye cracking open. "Say what?"
She nodded. "Yep."
"Hmphf. Someone should warn them what they're getting into," he replied, eye closing again--which is why he wasn't prepared for the pillow that smacked him in the face.
She ran a finger lovingly over the worn and fading ink. Sighing, she folded the letter and replaced it with the others.
"I love him, father," she said to the empty room, leaning back into the pillow, her dark auburn hair spilling over the pillows as her large cornflower blue eyes stared up at the canopy. "I guess it's terribly wrong of me to love the same person your parent did, and even worse, someone who could never possibly love me because he already loves another...but... that doesn't change how I feel." She sighed heavily and then reached over for the tiny light on the nightstand... plunging the room into darkness.
A hand reached out, touching the empty pillow beside here.... "I love you," she whispered, before wrapping her arms around it and falling asleep in the warm protection of make-believe arms...
********** End of "Oh Baby, Baby" Part Two **********
Andrea Readwolf
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