September 30, 2000
Rating: Mature audience only, please...
Pairings: 2x1, 1+2+5, 3+4, 3x4, 6+9, S+11
Warnings: Yaoi Lemon. 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.
Mariemeia and Dorothy had a small talk. Une asked Quatre if he would be willing to "babysit" Mariemeia for an extended period of time. Jake woke up in his new room and decided to go exploring. We have begun delving into 'The Hiroshima Files' bit by bit, so things might start getting a little weird from here on out, folks!
A Reminder: the Andicron 36 is a car--an antique car, but a car none-the-less.
Momma gave me a present! She told me, that since I'm a big girl now, I should have an e-journal to write down all my thoughts and feelings and then, today, she gave me my very own e-journal! I'm so excited! I'm going to write in here everyday!
~ Trinity Jackson,
September 28, 165 AC
Personal Journal, Age 10
I was able to secure a tenth volunteer. Our budget won't allow more than ten, but then, ten will work out perfectly. Her name was Casey Macgreine and I only mention her here because she struck me so... She's a beautiful child, fiercely independent. Prideful. I admire her spunk and her wit and I know she will prove to be a wise choice. Already she has made 'friends' with the other nine subjects. I believe she will be perfect for the second serum.
~ Hiroshima Jackson
October 10, 176
Personal Record
Duo was busy humming to himself, scrubbing away at the grease and grime that was trying to take up permanent residence in his skin. But he'd been a terrorist too long not to hear the sounds of movement coming from the other room--no matter how quiet the other person was. But then, he'd also lived with his lovers long enough to know exactly who it was, rummaging around his bedroom.
He continued scrubbing and humming along merrily, paying the other person little attention as he stepped under the hot spray to rinse the soap bubbles off. He was reaching blindly for the bottle of shampoo when the shower door clicked open, letting the warm hot air out. He blinked, sputtering as the water and soap poured into his eyes, and jumped.
"Oiya! Heero! What 'cha--Mmmm..."
The Japanese man had stripped completely and was now standing in the shower with Duo, massaging the long-haired man's shoulders. He pressed closer, laying his teeth over the skin he'd just touched, and sucked. The lithe body pressed against him, wrapping its arms around his neck.
"Mmmm... Perfect Soldier Boy wants to play? Is that it?" Duo purred, rubbing against Heero, noting the semi-hardness of the other. The teeth scraping his shoulder bit down. Duo groaned, his knees going weak, and he knew he would have fallen if Heero's arms hadn't wrapped their way across his back.
He leaned up, pulling Heero's lips down...and moaned into that warm mouth; his tongue plunging into the tangy-sweet recess again and again and again. He rubbed his body sensuously against the other's, the water slick between them.
With one last kiss, Duo pulled away, his hand caressing one cheek as he stared up lovingly, adoringly, into those cobalt blue eyes. "I'm sorry," he murmured above the misty spray that rose around them, cocooning them alone together in the tiled shower. Duo nuzzled against the taller man's throat and chest.
"I didn't mean to neglect you," he continued, drop-kissing the other man's chest. "I just knew you and Wufei had stuff to work out and I didn't want to get in the way..." His lips dropped over one tan nipple and quickly they seized it, drawing on it.
A hand tangled in his long, wet and matted hair, finding its way to his scalp and squeezing.
"Duo......"
He smiled, licking the nub one last time before trailing his tongue back to the pulsing heartbeat at Heero's throat.
"What?" He asked laughingly. "Q-man and Trowa not make you feel good on the way home?" He slipped a leg between the other man's thighs, rubbing back and forth.
Heero grunted, his hands--tangled in wet strands of chestnut hair--pressing over Duo's back. Duo's own hands--one playing at the nape of his neck, the other running up and down along his spine--were driving him crazy.
"Not as good as me, huh?" Duo's laughing lips brushed over a shoulder, conscious of the shiver that ran through the man in his arms.
"No one..." Heero gasped, his hands tightening around the long strands of hair.
"What do you want?" Duo whispered, scraping his teeth over the shoulder he so recently kissed.
"Y-you..."
The hand trailing his spine dipped lower, running over Heero's ass. Heero's head fell to Duo's shoulder, biting down hard once before turning in to his throat, nuzzling, kissing, licking, teething, sucking. Duo's head fell to the side, providing Heero with more access to his throat, his eyes rolling up and closing with a groan. He pressed closer, burying his hand in Heero's heat.
"You already have me," Duo whispered hoarsely, moving his fingers faster inside Heero's body. At his throat, Heero sucked harder and Duo felt like he was going to die any minute from pleasure. Their penises rubbed against one another insistently and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to hold out.
Heero's lips pulled away suddenly, gasping. "Please!" It was more of a husky groan, but it had the same effect on Duo, who dropped the taller man to his knees and moved over him. His teeth bit down into Heero's shoulder at the exact time he entered the panting Japanese man.
Heero's head reared back, a literal roar pulling from his throat as Duo began pounding into him from behind. He moved against the lithe body, thrusting back as hard as he could, meeting those pumping hips with a force that was sure to leave bruises. That, coupled with the tiny bite-marks Duo was raining over his shoulders, was enough to make him come. The hand wrapping around his penis and tugging only made him come sooner.
He cried out, his hips jerking spastically several times before slumping down against the shower tiles. Above him, Duo was gasping and it was only a matter of seconds before the smaller man was collapsing over him. It was another minute before the tiny kisses falling over his neck and shoulders registered.
"Mind telling me what's going on?" Duo whispered huskily, nibbling behind the other's ear.
"Hn?" Heero stretched, feeling Duo's body move deliciously over his, sliding easily thanks to the water that continued to shower over their backs and legs.
Duo wrapped an arm around Heero's torso, his hand playing lazily from chest to stomach. "What's going on, Heero?" He dropped one last kiss on the man's nape and then pulled away, slipping out and off him.
"I mean," he continued. "I know this is a little strange and all, what with Wu having that surgery and being pregnant... but you're both just acting too tense, even for you." Duo was tracing the tiny scars that covered the other man's back as he talked. "I didn't want to say anything, 'cause I like, trust you guys and you know that, but..." He shook his head, wet strand of hair falling over his shoulders and slicking down his chest.
"I don't get it! Wufei's just been in surgery and you *both* insisted on moving back here." Duo was staring hard at his lover's back since Heero hadn't moved but to pillow his head on his arms. "Even I know that a body shouldn't be put under that much stress after surgery--especially not after only 24 hours. So what was so damn important that you had to drag all of us back here, huh?"
"Duo..." Heero groaned, sitting up and turning to face the longhaired man. "I love you," he sighed, leaning forward and laying his head against Duo's.
"I sure as hell hope so," Duo whispered back, his hand caressing Heero's cheek. And then he pinched his chin, forcing the other to look at him, and groaned, "'Cause God knows I'm crazy about you," before kissing him. He pulled back an inch. "But don't play me stupid, Heero. Don't think I don't know you better than to know when you're stressed out about something."
"I'm not--"
"Like hell you're not!" Duo shook him, glaring at the master of glares. "Don't fuck with me like this, Heero! I know damn well that you and the other two were having fun without Wufei and me. I know damn well that you hate wasting time and resources and that the water would have been shut off five minutes ago. I also know you don't even *like* fucking in the shower and that I usually have to drag you in here!"
"I can--"
"I know you can, but you don't."
They stared at each other for several moments... and then Heero moved, pulling the other man into his embrace. "I'm sorry," he whispered against the other's hair.
"Don't be sorry," Duo returned, wrapping his arms around Heero. "Just tell me what's going on. Please."
Heero's arms squeezed tighter around him as he buried his face in the soaked hair. "I can't," he mumbled. "Not yet. Not yet. Just... give me a little bit longer and then--"
"Dammit, Heero!" Duo shouted pushing away from him.
"Just a little bit..." His arms reached out and captured Duo before the other could escape, dragging him unwilling back into his arms and holding him there, on the tiled floor, tightly, as Duo struggled against him.
It was several minutes before the American gave up, collapsing against him. "I promise I'll tell you everything I know," he whispered again.
"When?" Duo mumbled dejectedly.
"Soon."
Violet eyes scrunched shut and Duo turned his head away.
Oh Gods! They're dead! They're all dead! I KNEW I shouldn't have left! Oh my God, they're dead!
~ Hiroshima Jackson
January 1, 183AC
Personal Journal
The grease was shiny on his tan, sweaty skin. He was bent over, his butt sticking out in a way that made his silent observer's heart flutter. He wiped a back of a hand across his forehead, sweaty bangs being pushed away absently as he talked to the other two men.
And then the other two men left, laughing, passing his silent observer without even noticing him. Admiring eyes flitted back to the tall young man who had stripped to a simple white tee--that was damp with sweat and hid nothing--and form-fitting stonewash blue jeans.
The man was bending over again, reaching under the hood to fuddle with something. His observer swallowed a groan and shifted.
"You know, it's just a car," Trowa said absently, not bothering to turn around. "It won't bite you." There was laughter in the man's voice, which brought a smile to his observer's lips.
"Who's worried about the car?" Quatre quipped, detaching himself from his shadows to join his lover's side.
Trowa shot him an amused look, finishing fiddling with whatever he was fiddling with before standing up and wiping his hands on a near-by rag. He dropped the hood into place and turned around to look at the beautiful blond. He leaned back against the Andicron '36, one foot resting on the bumper.
"Is that so?" he challenged.
Quatre stepped closer. "Yeah," he answered playfully, his eyes skittering down and then back up Trowa's body in a challenge of his own.
Green met blue. Fire crackled.
And then Trowa's hands were at Quatre's waist and hips, wrenching the other man forward suddenly. Quatre fell against Trowa, fitting in perfectly between the other man's legs, his arms reaching up to wind around Trowa's neck, fingers diving into that wonderful plume of soft hair. Trowa's hands moved over Quatre's ass, pulling the man against him. Their lips reached for each other's in a hungry kiss.
The whole movement took less than five seconds.
Quatre's lips opened under Trowa's. Trowa's tongue plowed into that sweet mouth, licking, tasting, claiming. His hands squeezed the padded flesh under them, urging the blond body closer, grinding their hips together.
And then they were turned, Trowa pressing Quatre's soft body into the car hood, leaning over him, kissing him. The blond's mouth tore away in a strangled cry, his head falling back, his body arching into his lover's. Trowa's body rocked against Quatre's, his lips stealing a tender earlobe and nibbling on it.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me, Quatre Raberba Winner?" he husked.
Quatre managed to swallow a whimpering cry long enough to respond, "If it's half as much as you do to me, we're in good shape..." A hand fell free from that soft plume and skimmed down Trowa's spine, finding, cupping, and squeezing Trowa's backside. The taller man groaned.
"And this is an example of raging hormones, dear. An exemplary display of why you can never trust boys."
Both men groaned--although for a completely different reason this time. Trowa's head fell to Quatre's shoulder, shaking from side-to-side in denial. Quatre's blond little head peeked up and over Trowa's shoulder. He barely bit back the curse that so naturally sprung to his lips.
"Dorothy, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit... and just *why* exactly are you in my garage?"
Dorothy Catalonia smiled and laughed. "Oops! Gomen, Quatre-sama, am I interrupting something?" There was nothing regretful in her voice or manner, though.
Quatre sighed, pushing gently at Trowa's shoulders; the taller man sighed as well, but moved back, allowing the blond to sit up. He pulled the blond before him, between his up-drawn legs, resting his chin on Quatre's shoulders and his eyes hooded lazily. Quatre moved easily into the position, leaving his hands to rest comfortably on Trowa's knees as he leaned back against the other's warmth.
"Really, Quatre," Dorothy was continuing. "With an entire estate at your disposal, a garage is the last place--"
"Dorothy..." Quatre said testily, not very much pleased with having his fun stopped.
"Yes, Quatre?" she replied sweetly.
"What are you doing here?"
"Oh, that, well, you see, Mariemeia wanted to talk with Wufei so I brought her over, and since none of those silly people who work for you are willing to park my car, I had to do it myself, and--"
"Hihi!" an excited little voice interrupted, accompanied by a tug on Dorothy's pant leg. Blue eyes and dark curls beamed at them. "Ka-tra! Tra-o-a!" pronounced the child happily.
"Hello, little one," Trowa returned, smiling down at the child. "And how are you today?"
"Hihi!"
Quatre smiled as well, crouching down and holding his arms open. "Hihi, Kit!" he answered.
The 2-yr old shot a brief glance up towards Dorothy before scampering over to Quatre. "Oomph," the blond replied, receiving the child and standing back up with the girl in his arms. He leaned back against Trowa, smiling.
The child, from her new vantage point, clasped Quatre's cheeks and, leaning over, kissed him directly on the lips. "Kiss!" she beamed proudly before turning her attention to over his shoulder.
"Kiss!" she demanded, stretching her arms out towards Trowa.
The man obliged, smiling. But before the child's lips could touch his own, his head ducked and he was suddenly growling and tickling her neck and cheek with his nose. Kit squealed with delight, squirming in Quatre's arms, who also laughed.
"And that is why you should always be careful around large cats," Dorothy quipped, smiling at the picture the three made.
"You said you brought Mariemeia?" Quatre asked, looking up at her, still smiling as Kit settled in his arms and promptly stuck a thumb happily between her lips.
"Yes, I dropped her off up front."
"Well, then, we should go," Quatre said, pushing away from Trowa's warmth a bit regretfully. "And *you* should go get cleaned up."
Trowa smiled tenderly. "Yes, of course, mother." He picked at Quatre's shirt before the other could escape reach. "You might consider joining me." He fingered the oil stains smeared into the white dress shirt.
Quatre looked down at the stain, frowning. "Damn. There goes another one for the cleaners."
Trowa just chuckled.
Axel, Casey, Fatina, Galeno, Katerina, Kennet, Jemel, Marius, Sandra, Xia.
They work well together. I'm glad. There's nothing worse than being forced to work with people that you don't like. I am worried, though, that they might build an attachment to one another that could prove unfavorable in the future. I don't want to deny them of the comfort of companionship, however. I just... perhaps I'm just jealous.
~ Hiroshima Jackson
July, 20, 177
********** End of "Oh Baby, Baby" Part Twenty One**********
Andrea Readwolf
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