August 28, 2000
Rating: Mature audience only, please...
Pairings: 1+2+5, 3+4, 6+9, S+11
Warnings: Yaoi and Yuri themes. LIME. Sappy in some parts. Angst in other areas. Strong language at unexpected turns. Pregola--pregnant g-boys! Major confusion! Out of control characters... I think that pretty much covers it! ^_^;;
Feedback: C&C is always welcomed and adored.
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.
Notes: "Oh Baby, Baby" is in approximately 203 AC, placing the boys at ~23-24 years of age.
Jake Mazzolla has joined the Gundam-boys on the Behenna Satellite--and discovered (much to his surprise) that they're gay--by the way, Jake does *not* know that they are the Gundam pilots. Wufei went into surgery. Lady Une has decided to talk to Heero and Quatre.
Also, thanks to all the yaoi fanfic authors--I hope you never learn what a hard time I had writing this part...
"You're gay..." the dark-haired kid said, staring at the four remaining men in the room, shock as clear on his face as the beaming smile on Duo's.
"See! Told ja he was a smart kid!" Duo chirped, practically bouncing in Heero's arms.
"Hn," the ever stoic, perfect soldier replied. It was impossible to tell from his statement whether or not the boy's presence was welcomed or intruding. A fact which made Jake even more nervous.
Okay, so, not only was he in a room with four gay men, but one of them quite possibly wanted to kick his ass... err, well, at least, he hoped that was all the guy wanted to do...
"Yes, smart," another voice spoke up--a soft voice that held a small hint of amusement. Jake's pride bristled at the tone. Was the man *laughing* at him? He turned to the other couple and saw that it was the taller man--weird-haired dude--who had spoken. "And obviously unprepared."
"Uh, maybe we should--"
"Prepared for what?" Duo asked, ignoring the blond who was trying to speak.
"Duo no baka," Heero said gently, tugging on the long braid that had somehow found its way into his hand.
"Hey! Watch the braid, Hee-chan!" The chestnut haired man turned back to the other couple. "I mean, really, Tro, how'd you expect me to 'prepare' him? Huh? I mean, it's not like I was going to go up to him and say, 'Hey, you're gonna stay with me and my four lovers.' I'm sure that would've flown real well."
"Can we *Please* take this elsewhere!"
Everyone turned to look at the blond man, fists clenched at his sides, exasperated look flushing his cheeks.
"Uh, sure, Q-man, I'm hungry anyway." Heero snorted, but Duo ignored him. "Hey, Jake, you hungry? Our treat, you can choose."
"Uh..."
"What about pizza?" the braided man asked before the boy could say anything.
"No, not pizza," Quatre cut that line of thought. "We just had pizza the other night."
"Why don't we try the cafeteria?" Trowa suggested. "I'm sure they offer a variety of food. That way everyone can get what they want."
The blond man looked up with an adoring smile to the tall man. "That's a wonderful idea, Trowa." Turning back to the other two men he asked, "Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, sure," Duo answered for himself and Heero--who just nodded, *still* not smiling.
Quatre turned to the boy, Jake. "Is that okay with you, Jake? We can talk and discuss how this is going to work out. I'm sure you have questions."
"Uh, yeah, sure. Whatever," the kid replied, his eyes shifting from one man to another, his mind still reeling a bit though it was starting to recover.
"You guys go on ahead," Heero said as they filed out of the small waiting room. "There's something I want to check first. I'll meet you there."
"But Hee-chan--" Duo whined, pouting.
Heero smiled--the first time since Duo got back--and kissed the braided-man's nose. "I won't be long. I promise." He flicked his head in the direction of the others. "Go on."
Duo huffed, but then leaned up on tippy-toes and kissed the Japanese man. "Okay, but don't take long. You should be there with us when we--"
"I will. I promise."
Duo made another huffing sound but turned and followed the others in direction of the cafeteria, and thus, food.
Heero watched the four retreating backs, frowning when he almost mistook the boy for his Chinese love--almost, but not quite. The boy lacked the grace and composure of his lover; lacked the aura of confidence and power that surrounded Wufei like a second skin. Besides, he was dressed completely wrong--which left the thought of what Wufei in a tight pair of jeans would look like.
After another moment, Heero turned on his heel and strode purposefully in the other direction. It took him only a couple of minutes before he came to the door of their temporary housing. He keyed the security lock and walked inside, heading directly towards the one bedroom.
Cobalt blues darted towards the one table in the room. Sure enough, there was a green blinking light. He had a message.
He was at the laptop in seconds, clicking on the message. He frowned when it asked for his security code, put typed it in. Looking at the time sent, his frown increased. Who would be sending him a message at 2am?
A familiar face flickered onto the screen.
"Heero," Lady Une was saying softly. "I am sorry to bother you while you are on personal leave, but I am afraid something important has come up. If you could please contact me tomorrow morning..."
She looked like hell, he thought, studying the image on the screen.
"At 0900 hours, if that is possible. You know how to reach me."
The image flickered away. Heero continued to frown.
What could be so important that it had the Lady up at 2am? And even more pressing, that she felt the need to contact *him*? He closed and deleted the message, before closing the laptop and heading out to the cafeteria.
Strange...
She purred with pleasure, her head falling back into the pillows, her eyes fluttering shut as she relaxed, the soft comforters of the bed engulfed her.
"You shouldn't be working so hard," a warm, loving voice murmured in her ear as lips began to nibble on her sensitive lobe. She purred again, this time in a different kind of pleasure as her body arched into the hot body of her lover.
"Don't be silly," she murmured back, fatigue warring with need--fatigue losing, fast. A hard, callused hand curled around her shoulder, squeezing the tense muscles there before sliding down one long arm. Fingers laced between hers, pulling, dragging her arms up and pressing the hand into the bed. Another hand did the same thing with her other hand and arm.
Her lover pulled back from the assault to her ear lobe and stared down at her. Crystalline blue eyes stared into indigo. "Who's being silly?" Zechs asked before leaning over his wife and nipping her lips gently, lovingly. His lips trailed over his chin and down her throat, burning the creamy, soft flesh they encountered, before sucking gentle at the base.
"Y-you are," Noin replied a bit breathlessly as her purring increased. Her body arched beneath his, pressing closer, begging for more attention.
He was more than willing to serve. His lips trailed lower, ghosting one milky breast as he nuzzled the other. His long platinum blond locks fell over her chest and torso like a silky waterfall, brushing her already sensitive skin with each movement either of them made.
Demanding lips closed around one dusky rose nipple and began suckling greedily. Noin gasped, one hand wiggling free and burrowing itself against Zechs's scalp. His hand now free, he began to caress the neglected breast, wringing another cry from his lover and mate.
His lips brushed the small valley between the milky globes before seizing the other nipple. "I'm not the one over-working myself," he murmured against her breast, nuzzling, licking, kissing, sucking, nipping, worshiping.
Noin swallowed a tiny cry, her one hand squeezing Zechs's. He responded to the tender pressure with a return squeeze, his lips trailing over the flat plain of her ribcage before nuzzling the small tummy their daughter had gifted her with. It was not the only change Noin's pregnancy had left her--her entire body had filled out more, her curves softer, fleshier. There was more to her. And though she would complain about it whenever she got on the scale or went clothes shopping, Zechs liked it.
He kissed her tummy, nuzzling it, resting his cheek against its soft, fleshiness. "You shouldn't be working so hard, Noin," he said softly, his voice husky and music to her ears. "It's not good for you or the baby."
Noin smiled. "You sound like *you're* the one who has experience being pregnant," she said, her hand reaching around until his cheek was cupped in her palm. "I'm fine, Zechs," she said softly, looking into those blue eyes she knew and loved. She felt her heart grow in her chest until it hurt. She loved him so much, could he even begin to understand how much? Him and their daughter and their baby...
"Baby's fine too," she continued after a moment. "We're both fine. In another couple of months I'll talk to Anne about cutting down my work load, okay?"
He frowned but turned and kissed her tummy again. "And no more going to outer space," he grumbled.
She smiled and laughed, shaking her head. "Fine," she whispered lovingly. "No more traveling to space. Happy?"
He looked up at her, smiling, love shining in those beautiful crystalline eyes. "No," he whispered, leaning up over her body until his face was parallel with hers. "So much more..."
His lips brushed across hers. Once, twice... "Mine," he whispered hoarsely. A hand ghosted her waist and settled over her tummy. "Mine," he repeated, kissing her again.
Noin made a sound that sounding a lot like "Mmmm" and then twisted, flipping the much larger man onto his back and straddling him. "Mine," she repeated, guiding his hard erection into her and leaning over to kiss him deeply.
"Yours," he groaned, returning her kiss with as much passion and love that was in him.
Jake watched the three men he was with carefully. They didn't *act* gay... but then, he wasn't really sure what gays acted like, never having met one before. In fact, if he hadn't seen what he saw in that room back there, he would have never have--well, no. The blond guy was acting kinda queer, overly friendly maybe, holding hands with the taller man with the funny hair. But, really, if he didn't *know* he would have just assumed they were all just close friends...
Duo amazed him. He'd never seen a grown-up act this way, bouncing from one side of the hall to the other, hanging onto first the tall guy and then the blond. Bouncing ahead of their little group and then falling behind before bouncing ahead again. He reminded Jake of one of the smaller kids at the orphanage. Weird.
They made it to the cafeteria in little time. Obviously these guys knew where they were going. Jake watched them as they got into line and began picking out food. He wasn't sure of what to do. I mean, he was hungry and all, but... how much would he be allowed to get? Should he get too much and then put it back when they told him or should he get too little--
"Fruit."
Jake looked up startled, realizing he hadn't been paying attention, and stared at the small blond. It took him a moment to realize the man hadn't been talking to him as he watched the tall brown-haired man reach for a fruit cup and place it on a tray. The man was reaching for a piece of chocolate cake when the blond spoke up again.
"Trowa! That's bad for you!"
"So are you," Trowa replied, leaning over and dropping a kiss on the blond's nose. "But you don't hear me complaining."
Jake almost laughed--*almost*--as the flush crept into the blond's cheeks and he shut up.
"Hey! Jake! Want some pizza or burgers?" Duo was suddenly beside him, a tray in hand. Jake's eyes nearly bugged out when he saw everything on the tray. Two large burgers with what looked like the "works", a slice of pepperoni pizza, a pile high of French fries and onion rings, two pieces of chocolate cake, a slice of chocolate pie, and two large sodas. The apple and orange crammed between the burgers and fries looked completely out of place.
"You *are* planning on sharing that with Heero, right?" the blond asked, eyeing the food as well.
Duo looked hurt. "Of course *not*!" the boy-man cried.
"Hn." A hand snaked around the braided man's midsection as another snatched an onion ring from the tray. "Of course he is," Heero corrected.
Jake blinked. He hadn't even noticed the other man had come back. Mentally, he slapped himself. 'Pull it together, kid. Start acting like the kid-from-the-streets that you are. You can't trust these people. You can't let your guard down. Pull it together, Jake.'
Duo saw the mask fall over Jake's face, but he didn't say anything. He knew it for what it was--he'd been there too--for too long. Instead, he moved on to more pressing matters: Food.
"So have you decided what you're going to get?" Duo asked, leaning back comfortably against Heero. "You can get whatever you want--" He smiled and winked. "I promise not to tell Lexie."
The boy ducked his head, a small smile ghosting his lips--nearly breaking the mask before disappearing. 'That's okay,' Duo thought. 'Plenty of time for that later.' Quatre and Trowa started heading towards the cashier. Heero took the tray from Duo--snatching up another onion ring in doing so--and followed in the same direction.
"Here," he continued, handing the boy a debit card. "Get what you want and then meet us, kay?" He saw the look the boy gave the card before reaching out and taking it from him. He knew what the boy was feeling--like he was accepting charity or something. "The grill here makes a pretty passable cheese steak--not as good as Joe's, but not bad," Duo added before heading out after the others.
Jake stared after them. He felt weird, holding another man's debit card. I mean, he'd lived the majority of his life by the charity of others--mostly this man's... but still... there was something about living in an orphanage and accepting charity... and another about having a person hand you money directly. It made him... uneasy.
It took him five minutes to get his food and find the four men at an isolated corner table.
"Went for the cheese steak, huh?" Duo beamed. "Good choice." The boy-man winked.
"Uh, yeah, here," Jake replied, still a bit off-kilter by this whole situation. He tried to hand the debit card back to Duo, but the braided man waved it back at him.
"Keep it until I can get one made up for you," he said, snatching up a French fry.
"Um, okay..." Jake pocketed the card.
"So, have any questions?" Quatre asked before taking a bite out of his chicken salad sandwich.
"Yeah, where're we stayin'?" Duo asked around a mouthful of burger.
Quatre shot a glare at the braided-man. "I meant did Jake have any questions, but yes, we did decide."
"We're heading back Earth-side," Heero answered. "Near the capital."
"We'll be close to headquarters while still maintaining distance," Trowa added.
Duo nodded. "That's cool. So... have you decided what you're gonna tell everybody?" He finished off his burger with another two bites.
"About what?"
"Oh, I don't know," he took a sip from his soda. "About Wufei maybe..."
"The truth," Heero answered simply.
Well, no complaints from me on that score." Duo shot him a smile. Heero just grunted.
"I still have some things I have to take care of up here," Quatre was saying. "It should take me only about two months, give or take a little. Dr. Jackson said Wufei will probably be incapacitated that long, so that works out fine."
"Hn, Wufei won't wanna be holed up that long," Duo replied. "And you know it."
"He will do what he knows is best," Trowa said quietly.
"If he knows what's good for him," Heero added.
"So, what?" Duo asked, looking from one man to another. "We're staying up here for another two months and then heading down?"
"That's about it," Quatre answered. "I'll wait till Wufei wakes up before heading out. Hopefully I'll be able to get everything finished sooner than later."
"I take it you're heading out with him?" Duo looked over to Trowa. The uni-banged man nodded.
"I was hoping to see Catherine while I was up here," Trowa replied.
Duo nodded, lapsing into silence--for a whole minute. "So, basically what you're saying is that you and Tro-man are splitting on us." He made a pouty face. "Gee, thanks."
"I might have to head out, too," Heero said softly.
"Nani!" Duo made a face. "Oh, no. You are not all leaving me alone with a knocked-up Wu-bear. I love him, but you *know* we'll kill each other before the end of the week and where the *hell* do you think you're going anyway?"
A smile ghosted the perfect-soldier's lips. "I don't know yet," he said, snatching the last French fry from Duo's plate. "Une didn't say when she called."
Three sets of brows went up.
"Une called you?" Trowa asked.
"And you're on personal leave, too, how terrible," Quatre was saying.
Meanwhile, Duo's violet gaze narrowed in on his lover. "You were at that computer again, weren't you?"
Silence.
"Dammit, Heero! We've talked about this!"
Silence.
Duo slumped with a sigh. "I don't know why I even bother any more," he grumbled.
"Neither do I," Quatre smiled. "You know how he is. You'd think that after nine years you would have gotten used to it!"
"You guys have been together for nine years?"
Attention was brought back to the new member of their group. Jake shifted a bit under the focused gaze of the four men. He had been quite aware that they had forgotten he was there, and he had taken the opportunity to study them. What he saw relaxed him a bit.
"Ah, yeah," Duo was saying. "I guess it's been that long, huh?" He smiled, a bit wistfully. "Hard to believe, huh?"
"Hn." A hand wrapped around the end of the braid, playing with the tip. "Seems like forever."
The four men lapsed into a moment of silence--varying smiles playing over their faces--before Quatre turned towards Jake.
"So, *Jake*," he stress, shooting a 'look' towards Duo. "Do you have any questions?"
"Um," the dark-haired boy looked over to Duo before looking back at the blond. "So, I'm going to be staying with you guys, right?"
Duo and Quatre both nodded.
"And you all live together? You four--ah..."
Duo smiled. "Yeah, for the most part. Most of the places we live at are Q-man's here, but we all own our separate places. Like I said before, we live all over the place!"
"And there are five of us," Heero corrected softly. "Myself, Duo, Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei."
"Yeah, Wufei's in surgery right now, but you'll get a chance to seem him later," Duo picked up. "Probably not tonight, but maybe tomorrow, kay?"
Jake shrugged. "Whatever," he replied. "So, like, I'm going to be staying with you and, like, who's in charge?"
Four pairs of eyes blinked at him, and then turned and blinked at each other. Finally, three turned to one, before all four turned back to Jake.
"I guess that would be me," Duo answered with a manic grin. "Since Maxwell Orphanages do fall under my protection."
"Are we sure we want to leave Duo in charge?" Quatre hissed. "I mean, he nearly burnt down the house last year!"
"Hey! It was a *small* fire!" Duo protested, turning on the blond.
"Hn. We had to replace the entire kitchen and half the dining room." Duo shot Heero an evil glare.
"Traitor," the braided one mumbled under his breath.
"I think it safe," Trowa cut in, focusing his green gaze upon the teen, "To assume that any five of us are 'in charge'," he told the boy.
Jake made a face--Trowa almost smiled. *Almost*. "So I, like, have to answer to all five of you?" He rolled his eyes.
"You would have to anyway," Heero told the boy, focusing those cobalt blue eyes on the teen.
"Yeah, so, basically, we're all in charge," Duo answered, lifting his shoulder in a shrug. "So, any other questions."
Jake stared at him for a moment, and then finally shook his head. "None that I can think of," he answered.
"Good!" Duo exclaimed, smiling brightly. "Then I have one for you... if I give you half of my pizza, will you give me half of your cheese steak?"
"Duo!"
The braided man looked innocently at the other three men. "What?" he asked, already reaching for half of Jake's sandwich.
********** End of "Oh Baby, Baby" Part Twelve **********
Andrea Readwolf
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