30-July-2001
Title: Chasing the Crown, an Extended Family Fic
ExFam Authors:
RavynFyre - ravynfyre@hotmail.com
von - sablexo1@yahoo.com
bonnejeanne - bonnejeanne@yahoo.com
*Special Guest Writer! Nixie the Pixie!*
Nixers - Nixerchan@aol.com
Category: yaoi, AU
Rating: NC-17 for now, that will change
Pairings: 1+2+5, 3+4
Spoilers: Series, Endless Waltz, Mission: Arcadia
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners.
Kenny, Duan, Wufan, Tryan, Carter, Jack and the Ripper, and everything relating to Rip & Jack's universe are ours. No money being made here.
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WARNINGS: AU (Alternate Universe), Original Characters, LEMON in some sections. Kiddie-Angst.
LEMON WARNING this section!
The chopper ride back passed in a thoughtful silence as Carter curled up again to sleep. Likewise the drive back to the Sanc palace. The garage area was still full of vehicles but there were quite a few less than before, and it was clear the party was slowly winding down.
Duo climbed out of the car and accepted Carter's sleeping form from Heero carefully, settling the boy against his chest as the other two pilots exited the vehicle. "Time to get this little guy into a real bed," he whispered, sparing a warm, though protective, glance down at the boy.
"Hn," Heero agreed. "We can drop him off with the other kids. That way they won't worry when they wake up."
"And relieve Zechs, while we're at it," Duo agreed. "Man, your suite is almost as crowded as the party was, Wu."
The Chinese pilot glanced at the other two and shrugged as he led the way through the back passages of the house back up to the third floor.
The hall was quiet as the pilots reached Wufei's suite. Opening the door carefully, they slipped inside. Raising a finger to his lips to indicate silence, Heero nodded to the blond man sitting on watch and crossed the room to where the kids were sleeping. He opened the door for Duo to leave Carter on the big bed.
The braided pilot slipped in silently, pausing for half a beat with a bemused smile fleeting across his face at the sight of the four other boys tangled together on the bed. Settling his burden very carefully on the bed with them, Duo drew an edge of the blankets up over Carter and stooped to press a gentle kiss to the blonde curls.
Carter smiled without opening his eyes.
A pair of indigo eyes opened and watched Duo without expression from the other side of the bed.
Duo nodded and tossed Kenny a thumbs up and a silently mouthed "Great idea," before backing quietly towards the door.
Kenny's mouth twitched at one corner and he nodded once. Duo noticed that Duan's braid was wound around Kenny's hand as the little braided boy slept.
With a last parting smile and a wave of good night, Duo slipped back out the door and let Heero shut it behind him. "Mission accomplished," he intoned quietly to his partners as he stepped away from the door.
Heero nodded once, then turned to leave. Looking up at Wufei, he said, "Come with us. We can talk."
Wufei looked at Zechs who met his glance, and then nodded and followed Heero to the room across the hall.
Duo pulled off his jacket and flung it carelessly over the back of the sofa before dropping onto it with a dull thump. "Well this has been an interesting night," he snorted with a shake of his head. He rolled his head around in a large circle, smiling blissfully as several vertebrae cracked with audible snaps that carried almost across the room.
Heero nodded as he looked to Wufei for a long moment. "Hai," he said, softly.
Wufei pulled the black sweater over his head and dropped it onto a chair, revealing a black tank top underneath. He removed his shoes and stretched out on the floor. "The last part was better than I hoped," he commented softly.
"How long do you think it'll take him before he shows up here?" Duo asked, cracking open an eyelid to peer at Wufei. He grinned at the sight of the Chinese pilot on the floor.
Heero sat on a chair and took off his shoes.
"I've learned not to predict him," Wufei said dryly. He stared up at the ceiling. "Tomorrow Zechs will ask Dorothy for the notes, don't you think?"
"Yeah," Duo agreed, sitting up long enough to kick out of his boots before he flopped back against the couch again. "Hopefully he won't wait too long before passing them on. Dunno if there'll be too much in there that's gonna be useful, since no one seems to know what happened to the damned thing since Dekim got it, but..." he let his voice trail off before fixing Wufei with an amused smirk. "Ya know, Wu, there's probably more comfortable places to do that."
Wufei rotated his head slightly to throw a glance up at Duo. "Really?" he said, with no expression.
"Well, there's three beds here, and a couple of fairly comfortable laps," Duo replied with total innocence as he rested his head on the back of the couch and shut his eyes.
There was silence from Wufei, as he sat up on the floor, looking from Duo to Heero.
"That was a nice dance earlier," he murmured to the Perfect Soldier.
Heero tilted his head, looking at Wufei. "Hn," he remarked, remembering being waltzed around the dance floor by Ripper. "It was embarrassing," Heero admitted, quietly.
"Funny... I always pictured him more for a foxtrot than a waltz," Duo mused tonelessly.
Wufei snorted softly. "It looked more like a duel. I think it was your expression."
Heero sighed deeply, closing his eyes a moment. "I think it was, but he had the advantage. I wasn't expecting it," he said.
"I don't think anyone was, koibito," Duo snickered, remembering the poleaxed expression on Dorothy's face as she was expertly usurped.
Heero shrugged. "He's fast," he said, absently scratching his neck. Looking up at Wufei, Heero shook his head as he realized something. "You saw that," he said.
Wufei made a soft sound that was actually a laugh. "Oh yes."
Duo sighed dramatically, flinging an arm over his face in a mock swoon. "Guess I'm not captivating enough to hold his attention, Hee-koi. Sorry."
Heero growled low in his throat as he turned to glare at Duo.
Duo lifted his arm a fraction and cracked open one eye to peer at Heero and gauge how much trouble he'd just gotten himself into.
"It's okay. I guess I could say the same. From what you told me, I have a lot to work on too in that area. I'm only Japanese, you know. Perhaps your tastes are becoming more refined," Heero said.
Duo raised his head and peered at Heero with a dumbfounded expression, totally at a loss for a response.
Wufei looked from one to the other. "Hn," he remarked.
"Refined?" Duo finally asked, quirking up one brow.
A small smile appeared on Heero's lips as he looked at Duo. "Compared to the Chinese, the Japanese were traditionally considered a bit... rougher."
"That would be an interesting theory to test," Duo remarked with a small, lewd smirk.
Wufei's eyes widened and he looked from one to the other again. "Both... bakas."
"Probably," Duo agreed impenitently, "But it's more fun that way than trying to be perfect and upstanding all the time."
Wufei scowled and got to his feet. "Then I'll leave you to your 'fun'," he said, picking up his sweater.
"Hey, Fei?" Duo called before the Chinese youth could walk away, "I'm sorry I was slow." There was real remorse in his voice, and his expression was apologetic.
Wufei tilted his head. "Slow?"
"Your description, not mine. Though you were right." Duo glanced down at his hands as he brought them to his lap. "Sometimes I really am a baka. And sometimes I'm just plain... slow," he said with a shrug.
Wufei dropped the sweater and came over, standing in front of Duo. "This is what gets to me," he said distinctly. He tilted Duo's head up with a light touch under his chin. "What I said... it wasn't for this. I guess I just wanted... I didn't want you to think I've never had..." His shoulder lifted. "That I didn't dare to think things," he ended, frustrated because the right words wouldn't come. They rarely did.
"Everyone has thoughts, Wufei," Duo said gently. "Just not everyone can be as crazy as I am, and attempt to make good on them all."
"Crazy..." Wufei muttered. He backed away a step and looked at Heero, shoving his hands into his pants pockets. "Yuy... he's yours... do something."
Heero looked from Duo to Wufei. "I don't think I can, Wufei," he said. "Duo doesn't belong to me like property. Besides, I consider myself to be as crazy, if not more, than he is. What were you thinking I could do?"
The Chinese boy looked at the floor. "Stop him... make him stop... hurting," Wufei said, the last word almost a whisper.
Heero moved forward. He brushed his hand against Duo's cheek, looking down at him with a smile and genuine warmth in his eyes. Then, he looked up at Wufei. He placed a hand on Wufei's shoulder. "I would move the Earth to do so, Wufei... for both of you," he said.
Duo sighed softly, leaning into Heero's hand where it rested on his cheek, before he shifted forward on the couch until he dropped to his knees on the floor. Reaching out, he wrapped one arm around Heero's thigh pulling himself close, before tentatively repeating the action on Wufei until he could rest his forehead against both of them at once. "Ya know... for once, I'm not," he said quietly, keeping his grip upon Wufei light enough so that if the Chinese pilot desired, he could break away.
Wufei looked down, and his expression went from shock to vulnerability. He went down on his knees beside Duo quickly. "What do you want?" he whispered, staring into the wide violet eyes.
"Us," Duo breathed in reply. "For us all to not be afraid to be happy anymore."
Wufei's brows drew together slightly. "And what would make you happy?"
"Right now? If the three of us wandered through that door," Duo said, with a quick jerk of his head towards their bedroom door, "and got a little... crazy," he finished, meeting Wufei's eyes again with an odd mixture of wickedness and shy hesitation.
Wufei stared at Duo for a moment, then looked up at Heero. Then he suddenly got to his feet, pulling Duo up with a rough jerk. Without letting go of the braided pilot, he reached over and grabbed Heero's wrist and pull them both through the bedroom door. He released each of them once inside and walked a little further in, facing away. After a moment he pulled the tank top over his head and dropped it to the floor, turning around. "How much is a little?" he said, looking from one to the other.
"Can we figure that out as we go?" Duo asked, licking his lips as his gaze darted over Wufei's body before returning to meet the other pilot's eyes.
"Fine," Wufei said, meeting the look directly. His chest rose and fell, betraying the increase in his breathing rhythm.
Heero watched as Wufei stood in the room bare-chested. His eyes drank in the curves and planes of the Chinese pilot's body with appreciation. He glanced towards Duo and felt his own breath deepening at the expression on his lover's face. It was one he knew well. Turning his attention back to Wufei, Heero took a couple of steps towards him. There was a degree of hesitation in his approach, as if he didn't wish to startle the dark eyed pilot.
Duo suddenly broke away, crossing to the balcony with a purposeful stride. He yanked the drapes almost all the way closed, leaving a thin sliver, just large enough to let a narrow ribbon of moonlight through for them to see by, before turning back to face Heero and Wufei. "I don't feel like sharing you guys with anyone tonight," he declared huskily.
Heero smiled fully. Leaning his head back slightly, he laughed, remembering the night before. He placed his hand on Wufei's shoulder, then moved around behind him. "I agree," he said.
Wufei glanced from one to the other with a slightly perplexed look on his face, trying to fathom the meaning of the remarks.
Duo left the curtains drifting silently behind him as he stalked towards Wufei. "I'll give you one of the extra copies in the morning if you want, Wu," replied, deciphering the look of confusion. Coming to a halt half a step away from the Chinese pilot, Duo reached up slowly, resting the flat of his palm against the skin above Wufei's heart. "What would make *you* happy, Wufei?" he asked in an intense murmur.
Wufei's eyes widened. "Copies?" he repeated. "So this is the world of 01 and 02... it's a bit... interesting," he murmured. "Many things make me happy, Duo-chan. Seeing Treize and Mariemeia together would make me happy. I have a feeling you are talking about something else, though..."
Duo's eyes drifted shut and he leaned forward, resting his head upon Wufei's shoulder as his breath exploded from him in a surprised, but pleased, sigh. He shifted his hand, running it down Wufei's chest and around his back until Duo could nestle it against Heero's hip. Meanwhile, Duo's other hand slipped around behind Wufei, crushing the Chinese pilot to him. "I like that," he whispered in a small voice, before firming it once again with a small cough. "Pretty transparent, huh?"
Wufei looked into Duo's eyes. "Not to me," he said with a slightly breathless laugh. "So you like? Then it's good. You know, of course, that each of your are beautiful. That you could have anyone you wanted, ne? Just checking..."
"Thought I *was* getting who I wanted," Duo replied, leaning his head down to lap at the pulse of Wufei's throat while his hands flexed against Heero's hip and Wufei's back, respectively. "Guess I just have a thing for sexy, beautiful Asian guys, huh?"
Behind Wufei, Heero shook his head. Reaching up, he placed both of his hands on Wufei's shoulders, watching Duo move closer. Leaning his head down, he closed his mouth around Wufei's warm flesh, tasting the back and side of his neck.
Wufei stiffened slightly feeling Heero's kiss, then relaxed with a deep breath. "You just proved my point," he said to Duo. Closing his eyes for a moment, he tipped Duo's head up as he had done in the other room. "Something we started before," he murmured softly, and kissed the braided boy, pressing his lips apart to explore his mouth.
Duo whimpered quietly as he felt Wufei's tongue stroking along his own. He submitted peacefully to the intrusion for a moment before returning in kind, giving into the impulse that had been plaguing him for most of the night. With a roll of his hips, he shifted forward, pressing the denim-clad bulge of his erection against Wufei's thigh, and wringing another helpless whimper from his throat.
Wufei gasped into the kiss, feeling that hardness stroke through the material against his own. His tongue plunged deep into Duo's mouth, advancing and retreating aggressively. His hand dropped from Duo's face to his shoulder, and then moved around his waist, pressing them even closer together.
Heero moved his head up in time to watch the kiss. It seemed much like the dancing duel he had done with Ripper, but this had a greater affect on his body and soul. As he stood behind Wufei, he attempted to memorize each moment. The two of them seemed equally matched in intensity.
Removing the tank top, Heero let it pool at his feet on the floor. Without words, he stripped the spandex shorts away from his body, feeling the heat from Wufei and Duo touch his skin. Hooking his fingers into Wufei's pants, Heero quickly and efficiently removed them, baring the Chinese pilot as well. A small part of his mind remarked silently that he had become bold in a short period of time.
Wufei felt Heero's hands and the sensation of flesh and air against his skin translated to the kiss, making it even more intense. At last he lifted his face away from Duo's, his eyes opening wide. Then reached out and began pulling the shirt up from the waist and over Duo's head.
Duo smiled, raising his arms and ducking his head a little to make it easier. As the black cloth slipped free of him, his braid dropped heavily against their chests, sweeping against the sensitive nubbins of his own nipples and wringing a quick gasp from him. He reached out, grabbing the end of the braid and yanking the tie from the end of the weave to set it free in a thick curtain that settled about his shoulders. Unconsciously moistening his lips, Duo slipped his hand between them again and pulled open the button of his black jeans. The zipper rasped harshly, a counterpoint to the steady, rapid pounding of blood rushing through his ears, before he pushed the denim and the boxers underneath down his hips to pool on the floor. Unceremoniously kicking them away, he looked back up, glancing from Heero's eyes to Wufei's.
Wufei's eyes roamed over Duo's body, widening as he took in the view. He reached out and let his fingers brush against the curtain of hair, rippling from the waves set by the braid's confinement. He turned, eyes moving to Heero, to take in his first look at the Japanese boy without the distraction of clothing. His body responded to the visual stimulation as he drank in the sight, already quite erect from the embrace with the violet-eyed one. Wufei swallowed, a bit overwhelmed for a moment with the presence of the two.
Duo fitted himself to Wufei's side, ducking his head to nibble at the flushed skin stretched taut over one pectoral. With a wicked smile, Duo's tongue darted out, swiping across that nipple, making it pebble hard, before he fastened his mouth to it and suckled firmly. Taking advantage of Wufei's position, Duo reached around behind and grasped the firm shaft of Heero's arousal with one hand, while the other was mirroring the action on Wufei. He felt his heart trip-hammer in his chest at the unbelievable stimulation of having the two pilots in his arms. He continued nipping along Wufei's chest, bestowing a quick lick to the peaked nipple, while his hands started slowly stroking both boys.
Heero groaned involuntarily as he felt Duo's hand around his shaft. Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to Wufei's as he became lost in sensation.
Wufei responded at the same moment, his senses already overloading from the pleasure Duo was giving him with mouth and touch. He fell into the kiss, pulling Heero against him instinctively but his other hand was stroking blindly down the length of Duo's body, sliding along smooth skin to trace contours and find the heated flesh he was seeking.
Duo shuddered and gasped, his mouth coming away from Wufei's chest with a soft pop that probably left a small, red welt. He groaned quietly as Wufei found his mark, and then pressed forward into that grip so he could lean across the Chinese pilot's body to the other pouting nipple and lave it with the same attention. Distantly, as if such a mundane thing were happening not to himself, but to an outside observer, Duo felt a fine sheen of perspiration pop out over his skin. Briefly, he considered urging them all towards the bed, before his rapidly weakening knees could give out and spill him to the floor in a puddle of hazy, mindless pleasure. It took too much concentration, though, just to remind himself to breathe once in a while, especially with such tantalizing prizes in hand.
Heero felt his body flush with heat as he kissed Wufei. Duo's familiar touch was both comforting and dizzying at the same time. After a short while, he moved back, breathing hard.
"You're... just like us," he managed. "Beautiful."
Wufei growled softly, unable to form words with what was happening. He lifted Heero's hand to his mouth and licked the fingers, as his other hand gently squeezed and stroked Duo's hot velvety flesh. His own cock was straining, as his hips moved in small jerks. Breathing deeply, his bent his knees, moving slowing down towards the floor, leaving Duo the choice to do the same, or release one of his two prizes.
Still exploring Wufei's chest with mouth and tongue, Duo followed, wobbling slightly as he shifted to maintain his grasp on Heero.
Wufei knelt, his knees apart, still stroking Duo with gentle but firm insistence. He leaned a little towards Heero, bringing his cheek against Duo's hand as the braided boy stroked his lover. Breathing the scent, he flickered his tongue along Duo's fingers, encountering Heero's flesh as well.
Heero gasped feeling Duo's hand and the brief touch of Wufei's tongue against his skin. Slowly, he moved to the floor as well, not trusting his legs to support him. Once there, he leaned over and kissed what part of Duo's body his mouth could find. Tasting the warm, salty flesh, Heero closed his eyes as his hips moved in Duo's hands.
"Yet again... despite the presence... of no less than three beds... it's the floor again," Duo managed between panting gasps as he paused in his explorations.
Wufei growled again, not trusting himself to make words coherently. His mouth found Duo's and kissed him deeply. Then he trailed kisses down his cheek to take one earlobe in his mouth, teething on it. He groaned, feeling his body tense and fought to keep from sliding over the edge.
Duo moaned tightly, amazed at the power he seemed to wield in the moment. The ability that he, the once-street-urchin, had to drive the collected Chang Wufei to incoherency. The same giddy sort of pride that suffused him when he managed the same result with Heero flashed through him like a bolt of quicksilver. His grip tightened marginally against both pilots as he arched against Wufei.
With great effort, Heero reached down and grasped Duo's wrist. Breathing hard, he gently, but firmly moved Duo's hand away. Moving quickly, he positioned himself in back of Duo on the floor. Wrapping his arms around the braided pilot's chest, Heero leaned his head against the velvet curtain of hair, hugging Duo to him like a life preserver. "Love you," he whispered against Duo's ear.
Another quiet whimper tore from Duo's parted lips as he found himself cushioned between his two lovers. Heero's quiet whisper shattered his carefully hoarded concentration, and a flash of brilliant rainbow fire ripped through him, stealing the world away, leaving nothing but pure, physical sensation and a pleasure so intense, he thought his heart would burst from it. With a hoarse cry, he felt his whole body seize up in a paroxysm of release that stole his breath and left him limp as a rag doll between Heero and Wufei.
The sensation of Duo's release, warm in his grasp, spattering against his body, and the look on the violet-eyed boy's face pushed Wufei over the thinnest of limits and he cried out, hips jerking forward to thrust himself into Duo's palm, yielding his own warm essence in a flood of pleasure and heat. He fell back, onto the thick carpet, looking up to imprint the image of Duo collapsing back into Heero's arms into his soul as he lay.
Heero held Duo tightly as he watched Wufei over his shoulder. Unconsciously, he licked his lips as the sight of the Chinese pilot stole his breath away. Shuddering, he felt his own body react and release as he leaned his forehead against Duo's shoulder.
Duo grinned wickedly as he pressed back against Heero and weakly raised one hand to his lips. Meeting Wufei's eyes, he held the Chinese youth's gaze as he slowly slipped one graceful finger into his mouth, sucking it clean before moving on to the next. His other hand came up, closing over Heero's hands tightly, squeezing in time with the tremors racking the cobalt-eyed pilot as he tumbled over the edge with them.
Wufei watched the picture before him and groaned softly. Moving slightly onto his side, he leaned up on one arm and then moved closer to the two boys. He continued to watch, breathing deeply to recover some semblance of strength back into his body. Looking up at Duo, he licked his lips and murmured, "Madness and chaos..."
Heero rested against Duo, feeling his heart race in his chest. Looking up, he smiled at Wufei. "Am I chaos or madness, Duo?" he asked.
"You are life," Duo replied in a whisper. "Both of you."
Wufei reached up and wiped the back of his hand over his forehead, sending drops of perspiration away to the side. After a moment he sat up. His eyes still moving slowly from one to the other as if he could not quite get enough of the view.
Duo reached out, cupping Wufei's cheek in his palm, and drawing the boy close enough that Duo could brush his lips gently across the Chinese pilot's. Then he turned his head and left a reverent kiss upon Heero's lips as well. Releasing his hold on Heero's clasped hands, Duo grasped Wufei's arm and urged him into a tight embrace, shifting back comfortably against Heero, while resting his chin on Wufei's shoulder. "An entire universe was born in an instant of madness and chaos... Can't be all bad," Duo breathed, letting his eyes drift shut in a moment of purest contentment.
Behind him, Heero sighed, squeezing Duo again.
Wufei moved his arms around Duo, reaching to Heero behind him as well as he took part in the embrace.
"Not a fool," he whispered quietly. "A mad poet. With a warrior angel at your side." Sighing, he kissed Duo's lips, and then lifted one of Heero's hands to his mouth for the same.
"And a celestial dragon?" Duo asked in a hopeful murmur.
"That's what I was thinking," Heero said, stroking Wufei's cheek. He looked down at Duo. "You were right," he said.
"I was?" Duo queried dreamily.
"Not jealous," Heero replied. "I just feel... lucky."
Wufei tilted his head slightly and then took a deep breath, and gathered himself. In a moment he came to his feet. The next moment he reached down and lifted Duo, and the violet-eyed boy found himself on the wide bed. Then Wufei turned to Heero and held out his hand.
Without hesitation, Heero took Wufei's hand and moved to his feet. He slid onto the bed and pulled Wufei up with him. He positioned himself against Duo on one side, with Wufei on the other. "I'm out for the morning," he said.
"Mmm... Long day," Duo agreed in a tired murmur, draping an arm over Heero to rest upon Wufei as well.
"Unbelievable," Wufei murmured, returned an arm across the two. He closed his eyes, certain he would wake up to find it had all been a dream.
Duo smiled, succumbing to Morpheus' demands with a nearly inaudible whisper of, "Love you Hee-chan, 'Fei-koi."
Heero sighed as his eyes, closed to sleep.
'Love..' Wufei's lips formed the word wonderingly, sinking into warm oblivion.
TBC
End of Part 36
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