September 26, 2000
Rating: Mature audience only, please...
Pairings: 1+2+5, 3+4, 6+9, S+11
Warnings: Yaoi and Yuri Themes. Sappy in some parts. Angst in other areas. Strong language at unexpected turns. A pregnant Wufei & Noin. 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.
The G-boys and Jake have returned to Earth. Jake, Duo, and Wufei are headed to Quatre's Estate while Heero, Trowa, and Quatre paid a little visit to Preventer Head Quarters and then had lots and lots of sex on the limo-ride home. Lots. ^_^;;
Wufei snapped the book shut with frustration when he realized he had been about to read the same paragraph for the fifth time. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
'Damn,' he thought irritably. 'Can't concentrate on a damn thing!'
He'd tried performing his forms earlier, but to his disgust, his burning stomach refused to stay calm even under the simplest of forms. He'd tried to meditate sitting, but his tender abdomen again refused to cooperate. He'd tried again, lying prone, but clear thought evaded him. It was like a drug had been administered to his body, affecting his clear thinking.
He'd finally given up and returned to his favorite chair by the bay window with one of his favorite books.
That had been ten minutes ago.
Now he sat, still in his chair, staring out that large bay window, the sunlight pouring in through the clear glass panes, bathing him in the warm glow. He sighed, letting his thoughts wander.
He should have told Heero everything, he knew, but he hadn't. The other man was withholding information as well, he knew. He didn't like it, but he knew Heero would come to him, them, and tell them when the other man was ready. He trusted Heero, with his life. With their baby's life, he thought, placing a hand over his sore stomach.
He would tell Heero. Today, when he came home. Now that they were home, Wufei felt better, stronger, more in control of himself.
They entered one of the old garages that housed the spare junk--it was Duo's regular playhouse, walking fast, eager to get to their destination.
"I think you're shitting me, Ked," Duo was saying as they stepped through the door. "What can be better than--"
Whatever he'd been about to say faded. Violet eyes widened; jaw dropped, and saliva began to drool down the braided man's chin.
"This!" the young man, Kedar, proclaimed with flourish, beaming.
"Oiya! Duo! You like her?" a voice called to him from the other side of the garage.
Duo blinked and shook his head. "'Like her'?" He took a hesitant step forward, looking up at Abdul. "You mean I'm not just dreaming her into existence?"
The other two men laughed and that was all the reassurance Duo needed to know his eyes weren't fooling him. He bounded over to the center of the garage in seconds.
"Oh, man! Will you look at this? Just *look* at this! I can't believe it! She's gorgeous! Absolutely gorgeous! Where'd you find her?"
He ran his hands lovingly over the old rusted hood, circling the machine several times, worshiping.
"An old junk yard," Abdul replied, clasping the young man on the shoulders and dragging him over to where Duo was. "See! I told you Master Duo would like our gift!"
"Like her?" Duo choked. "God! She's fantastic! Does she work?" He jumped inside, behind the driver's wheel and ran his hands along the worn-smooth leather. "An old junk yard, eh?" He snorted. "They didn't know what they had. How much did you pay for her?"
Abdul beamed. "Five hundred credits."
Behind the wheel, Duo choked. "You mean to tell me they sold you an Andicron 36 for FIVE HUNDRED CREDITS????"
The older man nodded, still beaming. Duo jumped out of the old car and glomped him.
"It needs a lot of fixing up," Ked warned.
"Who cares!" Duo turned and glomped the younger man.
Abdul just laughed. "We figured you'd be pleased, Master Duo," he was saying. "Ked and me were just going through a list of things she'll need..."
"Oh! Let me see! Let me see!" The braided man practically ripped the list from Abdul's hands, eyes gleaming as he skimmed it over. "No, no, no... If we're gonna have to get her a new engine, we might as well make it a great one, ne?" He winked at them, snatching up the pen and scribbling.
"'Think we have 'most everything," the Manganac was saying, smiling down at Duo as the younger man was busy adjusting the list. "And what we don't, it won't be a problem to order."
"Hmm... I wonder if Howard still has those engine schematics for..."
Before the hour was out, all three were deep in grease and grime and loving it.
"I'll be leaving back to Space early tomorrow morning," Quatre said softly.
"Do you want a copy?" Heero asked. "Of the files?"
Quatre nodded. "Yes, please. I know I'm going to be busy, but... Trowa..."
"Yes, please," Trowa repeated.
They were silent for another moment. The other two, after crawling back up onto the seat, were now cuddling against Heero, all resting comfortably, sans clothing. Quatre was sitting on his lap, looking like a little child, his arms draped around Heero's neck. Trowa was at Heero's other side, head resting on Heero's shoulder, his arm wrapped around the other's waist, his other hand playing lightly with Quatre's knees.
"Have you decided what you're going to tell the others?" Trowa asked finally.
"The truth," Heero answered readily. "Just as soon as I know what the truth is..."
"Heero..." Worried marine eyes turned to him.
Heero ducked his head and kissed Quatre again. "Don't worry," he said, pulling back. "I will tell them before you return from Space."
Quatre huffed. "If you don't, then I will," he told him, leaning his head back down on Heero's shoulder.
"Hn. That won't be necessary."
Quatre smiled and snuggled closer when a blinking red light started flashing on the phone. "Yes? What is it, Ferran?" Quatre asked sweetly. "Five minutes? Oh, okay. Thank you!" He snuggled back into Heero's chest with a sigh. "Five more minutes, guys."
Silence.
"Heero...?" Quatre began softly. "Are you scared about what might be in those files?"
Silence.
"Hai."
The sleeping dragon was stretched out along the sofa, softly snoring, when the door clicked open and shut. The dragon did not stir and the man smiled. He went to the large desk at the one end of the room, opening up his laptop. He typed in the codes that would access the Hiroshima files, connected the one computer to the other, and began the downloading process. Before he left in the morning, Quatre would have his own copy.
Leaning back in the large plush chair, his eyes were drawn to the Asian young man. He was gorgeous, his sleeping dragon. He knew he would never grow tired of looking at the other man. He smiled.
Wufei looked like he was posing for some sex magazine, he thought. Both arms were up, one curving around his face as the other brushed his cheek. One leg was bent, leaning against the sofa back, the other was outstretched. His formal white long jacket was around his shoulders and open. He wore no shirt and his golden bronze chest was free to look upon. Even his normally tightly tied pants were loosened.
For several minutes, he continued to just stare, imprinting the image to memory, like so many images before it. And then, finally, he was on he feet, pulled over to the sofa by the hypnotic draw of the sleeping dragon. He sunk to his knees, studying the young man from a closer distance.
Gingerly, he lifted a hand and gently covered Wufei's abdomen. He closed his eyes and let the warm tingly feeling wash over him, out of him, into the other man. After another moment he reached out and carefully shifted the white hemline lower, revealing the angry looking red slash across the dragon's belly.
A finger reached out and traced the scar's smoothness. It was healing, not as fast as he would have liked, but it was healing. He leaned over and kissed the raw burn, gently brushing his lips across the healing scar.
Fingers wove themselves into his hair, scratching his scalp, holding his face, his lips, to the scar.
"What do you think you are doing?" a calm voice questioned.
"Worshiping a dragon," he replied, smiling, turning his face to look up at the reclining young man.
"Hn. With no words?" Dark onyx eyes drifted open and locked to the intense cobalt gaze. The fingers coaxed his head forward and his lips brushed against the dragon's. Once... twice...
"Love you," he whispered against those fiery lips.
"Love you, too," his dragon mumbled back.
Heero laid his head back down against the dragon's chest, listening to the soothing, rhythmic beating of the dragon's heart. Wufei's fingers continued to play in his hair and he relaxed into the touch. "How do you feel?"
"Restless," the other replied without skipping a beat. "And tired."
"Sore?" The fingers trailed low over his neck before sinking back into the think dark waves.
"Maybe just a little..."
"Did you rest any?" His own arms had found their way to embrace the reclining dragon as he lay half on the floor, half on Wufei.
"I was before you disturbed my slumber..." Wufei purred, staring down at Heero with hooded eyes.
The Japanese man smiled, tilting his head to place a tiny kiss over the dragon's heart and then returned his ear to it. "Mmm... Maybe I should leave the dragon alone...?"
A growl vibrated beneath his cheek and the fingers clenched in his hair. "Don't you dare..." the dragon warned.
Heero smiled, leaning up, brushing his lips back and forth over the dragon's. "Mmm... never..."
Wufei's lips opened beneath his, inviting his tongue into that warm recess. He moaned, pressing closer. Wufei yielded beneath him, his arms coming round to loop around his neck, holding him closer, keeping him in the lazy stream of kisses.
Heero fell away from those fiery lips, moving instead to nuzzle a cheek, an ear, a rhythmic heartbeat..
"Mmm... Heero...?" There was a hint of amusement in the Chinese man's murmur.
A tongue darted out, laving lazily across that bronze skin, tasting. "Hai...?"
"You were having fun without us..." Wufei smiled, swallowing the familiar fading taste.
"Maybe just a little..." Teeth set against Wufei's throat--not hard enough to break the skin. Just enough pressure to leave a tiny bruise.
"Hn." He pulled those teasing teeth away and brought those lips back to his, kissing them deeply. "I knew there was a reason you didn't want Duo and me to come with you today," Wufei joked. "If you wanted Quatre and Trowa to yourself you didn't have to scheme."
But he had sensed the tenseness of his love's body and didn't say anything else. Heero had pulled slightly away, staring down at him. There was an emotion in those loving cobalt eyes--Love, yes. But something else as well. Something that didn't set well on his already bundled nerves.
"Heero..." It was a sad, regretful whisper of breath, and Wufei pulled the Japanese man back into his arms, holding him tight. It did not go unnoticed that the other man did likewise. They lay there, in one another's embrace for several minutes; Each man's thoughts on the one in his arms and events that were yet to happen.
"We need to talk," Wufei said quietly, breaking the silence finally.
"What's wrong, Wufei?" Heero asked, brushing back a strand of ebony hair.
"I could ask the same of you, I think," the Chinese man responded, weaving his fingers through his love's thick hair. "But I think it is one and the same."
Onyx met and held Cobalt. There was a tense moment in which neither man spoke, and then...
"Hiroshima Jackson."
Wufei nodded, leaning his head back, looking away. "Yes..."
The double doors burst opened, revealing a blond whirlwind--on the phone no less.
"No, no, no. Farrah. I mean, yes," Quatre sighed dramatically, bee-lining it straight for the large desk. "I appreciate that you and Yesenia want to plan a birthday gala, but really, I mean, honestly, I didn't want to do anything big this year..."
Pause.
"No, I didn't mean that," the blond rushed. "Farrah, please don't--no," A panicked looked crossed his face. "Farrah... Farrah? Are you listening to me, Farrah? Farrah, don't cry. No... No... Farrah..." He sighed, falling into the large plush chair behind the desk.
"Farrah, your parties are *never* small," he growled. "Yes, Farrah, I understand that. Yes, I know it's important for the family to get together, but I don't see why it has to always be on *my* birthday!"
Another pause. This time Quatre noticed the laptop downloading and his eyes quickly scanned the room, lighting upon the two on and beside the sofa. He made a strangling motion and mouthed 'Sisters'.
"Farrah? Farrah? Listen to me, Farrah. I just got home and there are some things I need to take care of before I leave agai--" Sigh. "Yes, I know, Farrah. I need to slow down more. I promise. Yes, Farrah. Farrah? Farrah? I'll talk to you later. Bye, Farrah."
<<Click>>
The blond man groaned and leaned back in his swivel chair. "You guys are so lucky you don't have any sisters..."
"Trying to plan your birthday already?" Heero asked, hiding his smile against Wufei's chest. "They *do* realize it's still nine months away, right?"
Another groan.
"I don't think we'll be able to sneak you from your own party this year," Wufei added, not bothering to hide his smile.
Another groan.
"And, really they're not *that* bad," Heero picked up. "The last one only had five hundred guests."
Another groan.
The door opened again and a puzzled Trowa walked in, holding a phone. "Quatre? Mariyan's on the phone saying something about you not wanting to see the family anymore?"
Another groan. Quatre hid his face in his arms. "Tell her that's *NOT* what I said and I'll talk to her later, please," the blond whimpered.
The Japanese man's shoulders rocked with barely repressed laughter when he took in the befuddled statement of the normally calm Trowa Barton. "Stop laughing," Wufei warned, pinching a tender underarm. Heero yelped, surprised.
"So? What's this about a party?" Duo asked, walking in, covered with grease and grime.
Another groan.
"It seems the Winner Clan is about to begin preparations for Quatre's birthday," Wufei answered, cozying back into the sofa, continuing to pet Heero's head from where it rested on his chest.
Another groan.
"Q-man's birthday huh?" Duo was bounding into the room like the white rabbit on speed. "But, hey! Isn't that--"
"Not for another nine months," four men answered for him.
Duo beamed. "Oh, man, it's gonna be one hell of a party then!"
Another groan.
"Oiya! Heero!" Duo was glomping the Japanese man's back before the name had parted his lips. "Guess what! Guess what! Guess what!"
"Ugh! Duo! You stink," the Chinese griped before Heero could 'guess'.
Duo leaned over Heero's back, grinned, smacking a kiss on Wufei's lips. "Love ya, too, Wu-man. Now guess!" he demanded, shaking Heero's shoulders roughly. Luckily, the Japanese man had already pulled away from Wufei's chest, so the shaking did not disturb the tender dragon.
"You found where Rashid hid your candy stash," Heero said blandly.
"Rashid hid my candy?" Duo asked, stunned for a second. "No!" he said, recovering. "Guess again!" The braided man was practically radiating--despite the dark grease streaks.
"You found the Andicron," Quatre said, leaning back in his chair, smiling.
"Oh man! You knew!" Duo was up and bounding around the room again.
Quatre's smile increased, noticing the small signs of interest radiating out from two other men in the room. He nodded. "Of course, I knew. I'm the one who approved the purchase." Quatre waited a moment, watching Duo jump about in a circle. "So I take it you like."
"'Like'?" The violet eyes nearly popped out. "'Like'?" he repeated. "I LOVE IT!" He was around the desk and wrapping the blond in a massive glomp before the man knew what hit him.
"Ugh! Duo! Wufei's right! You stink! Go take a shower!"
"Hee hee hee," the braided man pulled away, arm thrown behind his head as he beamed. "Guess you're right. It was pretty hot out there. Okay, okay, okay. Shower it is. Anyone care to join me?"
"Get!"
The braided man was gone in a flash of a smile, a wink of the eye, and a snap of the braid. Quatre was still grinning, shaking his head.
"Andicron?"
Quatre smiled, seeing the sparkling emerald eyes. "Garage Two," he told his love. "Don't go getting dirty!" he called after the already retreating man. He sighed, knowing that there was little chance the once mechanic *wouldn't* find some way to get himself dirty. 'Oh well,' he thought. 'Just means I'll have to help him get clean again.'
"Where'd you find an Andicron in this day and age?" Heero asked, sitting back against the sofa.
"One of the Maganacs found it in the Americas," Quatre answered, noticing the grease Duo had managed to smear over the other man. "You better go get cleaned up too. Duo got you all dirty."
"Hn. Clean freak," Heero answered, climbing to his feet, smiling.
"Pot and the kettle," Quatre called after him. He didn't hear if Heero replied 'cause the door closed shut, leaving Quatre and Wufei alone in the study.
Upstairs, Duo was stripping, already running the hot water. Four doors down, a young teen was struggling towards consciousness. And down in Garage Two, Trowa was skin-deep in grease and grime.
********** End of "Oh Baby, Baby" Part Nineteen **********
Andrea Readwolf
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