13-Sep-2001
Title: The Master and the Artful Dodger
Author:von sablexo1@yahoo.com
Category: yaoi, crossover.
Rating: NC-17 (Not kidding here!)
Pairings: Implied
Spoilers: Series, Romeo Must Die
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and Romeo Must Die characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here. As with all our fics so far, while our goal is to stay as in character as possible, any discrepancies are our mistakes. Feedback: Any and all comments, feedback, critiques welcome, be they short or long.
Notes: Thanks to my pal Bonne for taking on the roles of The Master Wufei Chang and Quatre Winner towards the end in order that I might finally finish this! You are nothing short of amazing and you Rule! HUGS!!! This is also dedicated to all my pals who kept me from getting thrown into the nut house! LOVE ALLA YOU GUYS!!! Also, this is dedicated in part to the R&B singer Aaliyah who starred in Romeo Must Die. Her talent, spirit, humor and beauty will be missed.
Quatre was relieved as the group of reporters spotted Duo and abandoned him without a backwards look. He glanced over at Wufei and felt something warm and peaceful touch his heart. Quatre sighed. "Alsalamo-Alikom (May peace be with you), my friends,," he said and then moved quickly out of the room.
Ducking out of the back door, he came face to face with Rashid, his Maguanac friend.
"Ah, Rashid," Quatre said, "Are the Maguanac's ready to leave?"
"Yes, Master Quatre, everyone is safe and packed. Will you be accompanying us?" the older man asked.
Quatre thought for a moment. "No, I think I'll stick around until we can meet with Duo and Wufei for a debriefing. The C-4?"
Rashid smiled. "That which was not turned over to that authorities has been stored away. Payment for a good day's work," he explained.
Quatre chuckled. "Fine," he said. "Then, I'll see you when I return."
Rashid nodded. "I will see you in a few days then," he said knowing the tone in Quatre's voice. "You suspect that there will be more trouble. Call me, should you have need. If things are settled, then please invite your friends and their friends to the festival next week. Transportation will not be a problem."
Quatre smiled fully. "You know me well, don't you," he said. "Thank you for reminding me about the festival."
"My pleasure," Rashid said. "And we both know that the quantity of explosives was enough to take out more than this little neighborhood. Abdul is checking his contacts to see what he can find out."
"Excellent," Quatre said, relieved that he was not alone in his thoughts.
"Safe journey to you, my friend," Quatre said as the two embraced briefly. He then turned to go back inside.
Avoiding the main room, Quatre took a back hallway to get to the room where he had changed clothes. Slipping into the semi dark room quickly, Quatre froze where he stood with his hand on the light pad. The door to the bathroom was opened half way and he could clearly see Trowa naked fresh from the shower and toweling himself.
Standing in the shadows, Quatre felt his face flush. He quickly looked down both embarrassed and aroused. He is beautiful, he thought, feeling a sudden longing in his chest. No, no, no, he thought, shaking his head. He is your friend and ally... not your ... lover. In the dark, Quatre looked up, seeing Trowa's well-sculpted body in profile, still slightly damp.
But you have wished, Quatre thought, unable now, to look away. Oh Allah preserve my faltering heart, he prayed silently. It took a moment longer before he realized that Trowa wasn't alone in the room.
The water from the shower stopped suddenly and a very wet and naked Heero Yuy came into view. Quatre leaned back against the wall for support, feeling his breath suddenly taken from his lungs at the sight of the two young men standing in the doorway. The Japanese pilot, Quatre's 'heart of outer space' was simply...."Perfect," he said, softly.
He heard Trowa say something and watched in amazement as Heero suddenly laughed out loud. The sound was at once, rich, deep and full of spontaneous joy. Quatre felt the wash of emotion within him and he sighed as his own sense of longing, tinged with a little sadness nudged at his awareness. He was happy for his friends, but acknowledged that there were things missing from his life. Someday, he thought and turned to exit the room, to give Trowa and Heero privacy.
As he did he saw Trowa move up behind Heero and slide his arms around Heero's body. Squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment, Quatre could feel the heat flash through his own body. Ok, stop. Leave. This is.. this is not.. you have no right, he thought to himself. Just back out of the damned door and.. and pretend you didn't see a thing. That is what good little Master Quatre does... This staring is... sorted and .. undignified.
"Oh dear," he said, quietly as his eyes were inexorably drawn back to the doorway. Feeling the rapidly growing bulge in his pants strain against the material Quatre shook his head. Aqua eyes watched as Trowa slid his hands over Heero Yuy's stomach and lower. He heard the Perfect Soldier groan aloud as Trowa's hands circled around Heero's hardened flesh. Biting his lip, Quatre felt his control slip. The darkness of the room provided him with cover and the feelings radiating from his friends provided the impetus to stay. A war was raging inside Quatre's head and he was losing the battle. As he heard Heero groan once again, Quatre dropped all pretense at civility and breeding and simply watched as Trowa began slowly stroking Heero while rubbing himself against Heero's rear.
Allah, give me strength. How can you expect me to produce an heir if you keep placing such visions before me?, he thought as his hand strayed to the fastening at his pants. Opening them, Quatre reached inside, freeing his aching shaft. He gasped quietly as he felt the cool air brush against his swollen erection. Without taking his eyes from Heero and Trowa, Quatre began slowly stroking himself in time with Trowa's hand.
Leaning against the wall, Quatre watched as Heero turned his head and Trowa moved down slowly to capture the Perfect Soldier's mouth in a long, lingering kiss. He felt his breath deepen as his hand began moving faster, increasing in tempo with Trowa's hand on Heero. Quatre watched as Heero leaned back against Trowa's muscular body. He saw Trowa's hand dance on Heero's taut flesh and the Perfect Soldier stiffen suddenly and release in a liquid arc to the tiled floor.
Quatre felt his own cock throb and clenched his teeth together in an effort to still the sound of his own release. His body jerked hard and he felt the warm milky essence spread over his hand and wherever it would in the darkness of the room. His eyes fluttered open in time to see Trowa part Heero's legs wide and move up and into the Perfect Soldier's body slowly. He witnessed the Prussian blue eyes close in graceful acceptance as Trowa began rocking in and out of Heero.
Allah, be praised, Quatre thought as he slowly drifted along the wall and down to the floor. Escape at this point was meaningless. Sitting on the floor, he accepted his fate and merely settled in to continue his vigil.
Wufei walked quietly into the kid's room, commonly referred to as Maxwell's Bivouac. At first, it appeared that all of the children were asleep, but there was a rustle of covers and several pairs of feet hit the carpeted floor. Finding a nearby footstool, Wufei sat down and soon found himself engulfed in sea of small hands and arms as the kids gathered around to give him a hug or make contact in some way. Sometimes a few words were spoken, but often not.
A short time later, the door opened again and the children gathered around Duo as well. Glancing over at Wufei, he smiled and then sat in the middle of the floor and spent some time with his kids.
"Quatre?" a quiet voice said. The blond pilot blinked his eyes open and saw cobalt blue eyes looking back. He frowned a little and then saw that it was Heero Yuy who was in front of him. He gasped and then closed his eyes in embarrassment as he realized that he had somehow fallen asleep on the floor.
"Heero," he said, pitifully as he found himself in the middle of the bed.
Trowa chuckled a little as he reached out and touched Quatre's cheek. "Sleeping Beauty awakens," he said softly.
Quatre's hand moved to his chest. Bravely, he opened his eyes and looked up at Heero and Trowa. "I...I..," he began.
Heero placed a finger on Quatre's lips. "We can discuss it later," he said. "Duo's ready to meet with us."
Quatre nodded. "I just wanted to apologize. I should have..." Quatre began, not necessarily wanting to wait until later.
"Taped us or joined us?" Trowa asked, leaning over to kiss Quatre's neck.
He was rewarded with a smile and a blush from the blond pilot.
"Perv," Quatre said.
"Look who's talkin..?" Heero said, standing. He was dressed in a white tank top and dark jeans.
"He's right," Trowa agreed. "Heero had to pick you and change you out of those ... sticky pants."
Quatre blushed and looked down shaking his head. He felt fingers touch his chin and lift his face up until he was looking into Prussian blue eyes once more. For a moment, Quatre found himself lost in their depths.
"My pleasure," Heero said and Quatre felt that voice reverberate through his body.
Unconsciously, Quatre licked his lips. "Just wished I was awake for that," he said, softly.
"Hn," Heero replied.
- End Pt2. -
von
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