November 4, 2000
Rating: Mature audience only, please...
Pairings: 1+2+5, 3+4, 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.
Hiroshima Jackson and Fatina Winner reveal all they know: the ten serums used on the original 'tests subjects' for the Advanced Human Being Project, the truth about the gundam pilots parentage, and everything seems to have fallen into place.
She left Emerald Gardens that night--mere hour after she had arrived. He had asked her to stay, at least until morning. She had refused. In the end, he stood on the balcony watching the simple blue-green car drive away from the manor. That had been over four hours ago and he still hadn't been able to get to sleep.
Now it was nearly morning, the grey pre-dawn coloring the patch of star-studded black sky framed in the window he continued to stare out of. The bed seemed empty--too... big, without either of his lovers there to share it. But he stayed there, feeling somewhat comforted by the fading scents of the two missing.
He laid there, thinking, until the sky began to brighten and his body told him he should be outside, beginning his morning exercises, not still lazing about in bed. He thought of everything the dark, Japanese woman had told him, of what he could remember learning about his mother when his father would still talk of her, of how he should tell the others that they had missed Dr. Jackson's visit, of what in the world he was going to do with the increasing intensity between the two teenagers living under his roof.
So deep in thought was he, Wufei didn't notice when the bedroom door was opened--albeit, very quietly.
They gave up on the idea of sleep sometime after midnight. It was easy to have their shuttle ready to leave in under thirty minutes and, since the boys had traveled light, everything was loaded and ready to go save themselves.
"Here," the small blonde woman said, handing over a key card to the braided man.
"Hey, thanks, um... what is it?" Duo replied, taking the card with an infectious grin.
"The access codes," Fatina answered before clarifying, "to the trunks I've had loaded onto your shuttle."
"What trunks?" Heero asked, coming up beside his koi. He eyed the key card warily before turning his cobalt stare unto the woman.
"Mine, no, yours," she responded, slightly flustered. "Before she left, Hiro said she didn't mind you having accessed her files because they were your legacy. That's what she called them. Her legacy. Well, in these trunks is my legacy. Everything I've kept and saved all these years. Letters, pictures, news clippings. I'm not very computer-literate, so most of it is all hard-copy."
The two other men had joined them and now they stood in a semi-circle, facing her.
"I've decided, I'm gonna let go of the past," Fatina said slowly. "I don't need these things anymore, and I'd hate to throw them away. There are... some things... that I think you might... like to have. Letters, from your mothers and fathers, mostly... But a lot of nice pictures, too. Stuff from Mother, by Mother," she added, turning to her brother.
"Fatina, thank you," Quatre responded, moving to embracing his sister.
She looked startled, but returned the embrace. "Also," she said after a moment. "This is a schedule for Wufei's pregnancy. Everything should progress smoothly, but if not, I've left an e-address where I can be reached."
"You're leaving Behenna?" Trowa asked, his voice calm, quiet.
She smiled at him, noting the hand that rested at her brother's back. "Yes. There's no reason for me to stay here now that Hiro's gone."
"But where will you go?" Quatre frowned, worried.
"I was thinking about traveling to Earth," she responded. "I hear it's lovely there and I've always wanted to visit..."
"You could come with us," her brother offered.
"No, dear, you boys go on. I still have some things to settle here before I can go anywhere."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course." She smiled, and this time, it was her who embraced her brother. "Be well, my little brother. Be well."
"And you, sister."
That had been eight hours ago--according to their bodies time schedule. However, when they pulled up the large manor, dawn was only beginning to shade the night sky.
Duo yawned loudly as he climbed out of the car. "Man! Am I beat!"
"You should have slept on the shuttle," Heero replied, climbing out behind him.
"I was too wired!" Duo stretched and caught Heero up around the neck on the rebound. "But now that we're home..." He grinned, his violet eyes twinkling. "Think we can persuade Wufei to come back to bed for a few hours?" The last words were muffled as Duo began to nuzzle Heero's shoulders and throat.
The Japanese man purred... his arms coming up behind his lithe koi, fingers running up and down Duo's spine in a way that made the braided man tingle. "You've been known to be... quite... persuasive before..."
Lips ghosted, brushed, touched, danced away, returned--
"Incrediable! Over fifty bedrooms in this estate and you two still can't make it to one of them!"
"Auh, what's the matter, Q-man?" Duo grinned, peeking up from Heero's neck to look at the blond. "Not up to watching the sunrise?"
Quatre sighed, shoulders slumping, and suddenly, the twenty-three year old looked a lot older than just twenty-three. "Actually, Duo, not today. All I want right now is to crawl into bed and stay there for a good, long, time..." This statement was punctuated with a yawn--which ending on a murmur of appreciation when someone pressed up behind him and began kneading his shoulders.
"Come, small one. Let's get you up to bed and--"
"Mmm... sounds good..." Quatre turned and embraced the taller man. "Do I get to bring my trowa-bear?" he teased, snuggling closer.
"Who else?" Trowa returned, brushing a hand through those silky blond waves.
"Mmm... good. Just let me send out a few messa--ah! Trowa! What are you--mmm..."
Trowa carried Quatre up the landing, his lips teasing the man in his arms, forcing Quatre to relax and forget about work for--well, at least the rest of the morning...
Neither man noticed the front door magically open to admit them into the home, and both soon vanished within without looking back.
"Are you two coming or going?" a middle-aged woman's voice called out. "I won't stay here holding this door open just to let the bugs in, you know."
Duo bound up the steps, grin plastered over his face. "Marie! Boy have I missed you! Got any good leftovers handy?"
"Hn. Not for long, me-thinks," the pleasantly plump older woman quipped, engulfing the young man in a motherly embrace. Duo just laughed.
"What are you doing up so early?" Heero questioned, following his mate up the steps at a more sedated pace.
"'Early'? It's almost seven o'clock!" the woman returned. "Usually Master Wufei is up and in the gardens by now."
"Wufei's not up yet?" Heero asked, frowning.
"No, sir, but then, he was up rather late last night talking with that woman who came to call."
"Woman? What woman?"
"I don't rightly know. Never seen her before in my life, but Master Wufei said she was family. I went and did up the Rose Room, but she didn't stay."
Duo and Heero shared a look before thanking the housekeeper and taking off for the stairs. The door was well lubricated and didn't make a sound when they opened it--and saw the young dragon laying curled up in the center of the big bed.
The site stopped the two there for a full moment as they drank it in--Wufei, lying naked save for the gray sheet that draped over his waist, his silky black hair loose, falling over his shoulders and pillow, his face turned away--
Duo was the first to move, cover the distance between the door and bed in seconds. Only when the bed dipped beneath his weight was his presence revealed to the other. Wufei started, at first alarmed that he was not as alone in the room as he had thought--and then overcome as his musings became reality. Lips, tongue, teeth parted, met, clashed as arms went up and entwined around each other's bodies.
Duo managed to pull back just a fraction of an inch. "Anyone ever tell you how damn sexy you look stretched out naked on a bed?"
Hooded onyx eyes looked up at him as Wufei smiled lazily. "Yesss," he purred, stretching out and moving against Duo in a deliciously, tantalizing way. "Just the other day, I believe."
With memories of 'the other day' in question popping up to mind, Duo growled and returned for another kiss. His body wiggled closer until he managed to slip under the sheet. But he was overdressed for bed and so, after only another moment of tasting the delectable dragon, he pulled away.
Wufei stretched tired muscles as the other crawled back out of bed, watching the braided man intently. And then, as if realization just dawn on him, his eyes swiftly swept the rest of the room looking for--
Heero had followed Duo in only so far as to close the door behind them. Then he had shut said door and leaned back against it, arms crossed, to enjoy the show--which had ended far too soon as far as he was concerned. Now, as those dark eyes swept across his body, lighting upon his face, questioningly, he dropped his arms and pushed away from the door.
"You're back early," Wufei said, watching as Heero made his way from door to bed.
One shoulder rose and fell--a small shrug, as Heero kneeled over the bed and delivered a 'hello' kiss. "Mission accomplished," the Japanese man replied.
Unsatisfied with such a weak greeting, the Chinese man's arm wrapped around Heero's neck, pulling the other man off balance and completely onto the bed--and onto Wufei. After a much longer and much more satisfying greeting, Wufei released him.
Heero licked his lips as he pulled away, blue eyes hazy. "I need to take a shower," he said sliding off the bed as Duo was crawling back in.
"Clean freak," Duo shot, pinching Heero's side as he passed. Heero just ignored him. Duo snuggled up close to Wufei, contentedly. Lazily, he brushed the end of his braid over the bronze chest of his oriental lover, slowly unraveling it with every-other swipe.
Wufei purred appreciatively until his hands could bury themselves in the soft masses, finger combing the chestnut strands and fanning them out over himself and Duo like a second sheet. Braid undone, Duo brushed himself over Wufei, lazily kissing and nibbling at those sweet lips, tiny, affectionate kisses that spoke no passion but only immeasurable love.
"Wufei? Why aren't you--Oh! Oh! Shit!" The door slammed shut with a force that rocked the picture frame on the wall. Both men on the bed looked up in time to see a flaming red face that matched the flaming red ponytail that whipped around in time to avoid catching on the door.
Duo giggled and called, "It's okay, Marie, you can come back in!"
The door creaked open and one cornflower blue eye peeked in. "Um... I was just checking to see if everything was okay with Wufei," the girl hedged, opening the door a little bit wider. She bit one shell pink lip and walked in when she saw the two on the bed weren't--weren't--weren't, well, you know.
Duo had slid behind Wufei and was now cradling the Chinese man. The gray sheets were pulled up to their chests, Duo's arm draped across Wufei's torso.
"It's, ah, almost eight and usually, ah..." She licked her lips nervously, trying not to stare at the two men on the bed, but not wanting to be rude by not looking at them when she was talking to them.
"I'm sorry," Wufei said, one hand clamping over Duo's--which had begun to stray. "I won't be able to meet with you this morning for our morning talks. But, perhaps later this afternoon--"
Mariemeia was nodding, quite willing to accept this and leave before anything else even remotely embarrassing happened. Of course, just then another door happened to open--the bathroom door to be exact--and out strode a stunningly naked and completely unabashed Heero Yuy. Mariemeia "eep"-ed, her face darkening purple before she turned and dashed out of there.
"I think you gave her a nose bleed," Duo murmured as he suckled Wufei's earlobe, his hand quickly sneaking under the covers to caress the Chinese man's thigh.
Heero climbed into bed behind him with little more than an 'hn' in comment.
"Ee-gawds!" the un-braided-wonder exclaimed, nearly jumping out from between his two lovers. "Will you please explain to me why it isn't possible for you to go to bed with *out* taking a damn shower but it *is* acceptable to come to bed soaking *wet*???"
"Hn, baka, shut up and go to sleep," the soaking wet Japanese man replied, fisting a hand into that mass of unbound chestnut hair and pulling the man back down beside him.
********** End of "Oh Baby, Baby" Part Thirty **********
Andrea Readwolf
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