14-Nov-2000
Category: Action, Adventure, Romance, ANGST
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4x5 (Combinations there of)
Rating: NC-17 (1x2)
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made or sought here.
NOTES: Okay, a few notes. This section contains a little bit of everything,
including LEMON, LEMON as in graphically detailed consensual male/male sex.
(1x2) If such bothers you be warned now. There is also Action and
Suspenseful Ending. Bonne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) will be the wonderful
puppeteer of Wufei and Heero. I'm responsible for Quatre, Duo and the little
boy we meet.
The ruse reached into every aspect of Quatre and Wufei's life, so that even in the middle of heavy negotiations for some bill of Relena's and in between running WEI, Quatre had to fit in a fitting. He needed to continue on as if he meant to attend the Winner Ball being thrown by his sister Frecilia, so one afternoon he had cleared time in his schedule to head to the tailor.
His heart really wasn't in the act but he had to look as *normal* in his day to day activities as possible. So, Quatre put up with the tailors buzzing around him like a bunch of flies. He even put up with having to stand on a couple of books to boost his small stature.
He put up with all of this gracefully till Duo started to really needle him while one of the tailor's assistants was tying the intricate cravat around his throat.
"Good grief Quatre, there's more fabric in that tie then there is of *you*" Duo chirped wickedly from where he was flopped in a chair.
"Duo... so help me if you make one more, Ow! Pin pin!! Comment about these proceedings..." Quatre grumbled.
"You'll what?" Duo teased. "You are stuck on that dais buddy boy, face it. You twitch and you're stuck with a pin. It's so cute!"
"Cute? Cute???"
"Yeah... I remember girls at the orphanage used to play with their dolls a lot like this."
Quatre went to growl at Duo when the assistant yanked on the cravat and choked off his wind.
"Perhaps I can stick you with something more substantial than a pin, Maxwell." Wufei said, coming into the room.
Duo looked up at Wufei from where he was swinging his legs over the arm of a chair. "Hey, Wufei. Heero might object." Duo waggled his brows wickedly at the Chinese boy.
"Unless it turned out you were tormenting Quatre." Heero said coming in with Wufei. He walked over to stand behind Duo's chair.
Duo arched over the other arm of the chair, following Heero's movements with bright, expressive violet eyes. "Aw, Heero... come on, tormenting Quatre is my pastime. He's the play toy I never had as a child."
Standing on the fitting stool, Quatre glared daggers at Duo, promising the American momentous amounts of retaliation as soon as he could manage it. To Duo's credit, the braided boy was pure business whenever the cameras were on but here in the closed off fitting rooms of Quatre's family tailor, Duo was lampooning the little Arabian for all he was worth. Quatre shamelessly leaping to the bait.
"I never had toys either." Heero said without inflection but his hand reached over and stroked Duo's braid.
Duo rolled in the chair, putting more of his braid within Heero's reach. His eyes positively sparkled with boyish mischief and high spirits. Very much at odds with the deadly gleam that could enter those eyes so very fast. "You wanna play with him too? Okay, but you'll have to take it up with Wufei."
"Du-EEP" Quatre went to howl but only got himself harpooned by a stray pin.
Heero wrapped the silky braid around his hand a couple of times, making it a rather short leash. "No thanks, I found mine." He said.
Quatre was grinning at the short leash Duo suddenly found himself on. He had to work at looking crushed as he peeked over at Wufei.. carefully. "Why do I suddenly feel insulted?" He asked cheekily.
Duo wriggled closer to Heero, trying to... take the strain off his hair, yeah... that was his story and he was sticking to it.
"Because you are a shameless glutton for attention of any kind." Wufei answered Quatre's question. He glanced at the person in charge of the tailors. "That's enough, don't you think?"
Quatre looked over at Duo who was silently laughing and pointing at the little blond. Mouthing the words. *Shut-down!* at him. Quatre wrinkled his nose and stuck it up in the air.
The tailor hemmed and hawed, muttering about a few more measurements, then he took a good look into formidable onyx eyes and nodded absently, motioning to his assistants.
"Yes, yes... we can stitch from what we have and be ready for the second fitting in a week. Master Quatre, if you will please make an appointment for next Monday." The older gentleman's nimble fingers flickered through the measuring tape around his neck.
"Yes, of course Jevins." Quatre answered the near command with admirable aplomb. He'd been dressed by the man since he was born.
Once the tailor and his assistants were out of the room, Quatre began the tricky art of getting out of his new clothes without first, disturbing the pins and second, getting harpooned by said pins.
"I swear... when I get back down to Earth I'm running around in jeans and sweaters." He groused good-naturedly as he reached for his business attire.
"If I let you run around in anything at all." Wufei said. He enjoyed making the occasional over the top remark for the pleasure of the expressions he got from the blond.
Though he had gotten so needled before, Quatre still couldn't stop his momentary flush or expression of, *promise?* that quickly followed. Duo snorted and rolled gracefully over the back of the chair, managing to get to his feet and turned about without upsetting the hold Heero had on his braid.
The American nudged his lover gently in the ribs. "It's amazing, Wufei can do in one sentence what it takes me 3 pornos to accomplish."
"That's because Wufei's threats aren't idle ones." Heero said, looking into Duo's eyes. "Like mine."
Duo, leaned back a little, peering at his lover. "So... you were serious last night when you said..." Duo didn't finish his statement, quite aware of the other two in the room but his brows lifted pointedly.
"I'm surprised you have to ask." Heero remarked, tilting his head slightly to look down his lover's body, pausing at the slight bulge in the front of Duo's pants.
Duo, shivered, just from the way Heero's eyes traveled his body. He swallowed against the tightness in his throat and shifted a little, needing to accommodate the way that bulge was responding.
Watching Duo squirm, Quatre paused in the midst of retying his tie. He turned his back on the pair politely, winking to Wufei. "I think we should leave them alone."
"No need." Heero said, not looking up. "I came to get the baka for... lunch. We'll be next door." He turned and exited the room, hand still fisted around the lengths of Duo's braid.
Duo stumbled the first step, still caught up in Heero's eyes, then he quickly caught his balance and sidled up against his lover's side. Really.. it was to relieve the tension on his hair... really, he wasn't rubbing or anything, just taking uneven steps. Duo put his chin on Heero's shoulder at one point, blowing softly in the Japanese boy's ear.
The soft breath in his ear had the effect of making the Japanese boy quicken his steps, necessitating that Duo do the same.
Duo moved quickly, plastering his body against Heero's side and back. He got close enough to deliver on the promise of that soft breath with quick little flickers of his tongue against the sensitive skin just behind Heero's ear. The Perfect Soldier's fly away hair, hiding the motion and making it look like Duo was whispering some secret.
Distracted by the taste of his lover, Duo stumbled through the door of a neighboring fitting room. Once in private, he didn't hesitate coyly but eagerly sought his lover's mouth, whimpering, growling and keening all at the same time.
Heero reached down between them as his tongue dueled with Duo's. Duo's pants were opened as easily as the American could blow through a locked door. A deft, callused hand captured the prize and began stroking Duo's hot, swelling flesh with an urgency that matched the near-frenzied kiss.
Duo's tongue matched Heero's stroke for stroke as he arched against his lover. He shivered a little as his lower body was bared, then groaned deeply down his lover's throat as that strong hand closed over his flesh. His hands broke free of their paralysis and began to dig up under Heero's shirt. Not trying to pull it off the other boy but desperate to feel the warm silken skin of his lover.
Heero sighed into the kiss as Duo's hands contacted his skin. He moved his head back, breaking the kiss and smiled, a slight, sexy smile that only Duo ever got to see.
"Did I mean it last night? You really ask?" Without waiting for an answer, the Japanese boy slid gracefully to his knees, opening his mouth to take Duo's hard flesh inside, sucking greedily.
Duo couldn't help but smile in return to the expression on Heero's face. That sexy little smile always burned the deepest warmth down through Duo's soul, filling him with heat that helped dispel the icy cold that sometimes threatened to devour him whole. He barely had time to register that Heero had spoken when the other boy was sliding down onto his knees and then fire exploded through Duo's veins as he felt his aching erection taken into that warm silken mouth.
Duo groaned deeply, loudly, unhindered by the fact that they were... *in public.* He could no sooner tone down his response to his lover's touch and feel then he could stand to imagine his life without Heero Yuy. His fingers dug into Heero's trim shoulders, flexing spasmodically as he fought the urge to thrust forward.
Heero felt the slight restraint and determined to make it history. He released his hold on Duo's hair and pulled the back of the braided boy's pants down, exposing his well-formed rear. His fingers delved between the hemispheres and found the puckered opening, teasing it, as his tongue swirled around Duo's shaft, probing under the ridge and along the throbbing pulse of the vein. Slowly a determined finger began to penetrate that tight opening as Heero continued to lick and suck, nibbling, then devour the hot, stiff flesh.
Duo had to grab hard onto Heero's shoulders to keep from crumpling as the Japanese boy assaulted his senses. His legs staggered a little as he braced them further apart, giving Heero's hand better access to his bared ass. Duo's head fell back, his braid swinging, bumping against that active hand like a living creature as Duo arched his body into Heero's touch.
What the Perfect Solider was doing with his mouth was amazing and Duo cried out his appreciation of his lover's talents in a series of nonsensical words, his entire body drawn taut. The American released his controls and let Heero command his body, spiraling down into the pleasure being created by that determined finger and wicked tongue.
"Oh, Cripes... Heero... gawds..." Duo ground out as he began to move rhythmically against the Japanese boy. Back, then forward, then back again, his breath coming in quick, desperate bids for air.
Heero felt a wave of sweet satisfaction as Duo gave in and began rocking and he braced to receive that thrusting flesh, taking it deeply in his throat, paying homage with lips and tongue, sucking hard to keep it from escaping, as his finger curved slightly, seeking the bundle of nerves inside his lover's body. Each time Duo thrust forward, his finger withdrew slightly and each time Duo rocked back, he struck, penetrating deeply. Heero's senses were immersed in his lover's body, Duo's reactions and his focus was absolute.
Duo had a strong will and a damn good staying time but he simply could not withhold his cresting pleasure beneath the sensual assault Heero was providing. He felt he did pretty good to hold out as long as he did, once Heero's finger found that pleasure spot but all too soon Duo's whole body was tensing and his hips went into business for themselves with quick short thrusts as he keened softly, up towards the ceiling before climaxing with a hard shout of his lover's name and violent shudders.
Heero swallowed his reward lapping his tongue around Duo's cock to make sure to get every bit of the salty liquid. With complete understanding of his lover's body, he reached around and quickly caught Duo as his knees gave out, bringing him gently down to the floor. Heero leaned over the spent American, smiling down into his face lovingly, his lips swollen and reddened, his Prussian blue eyes smoldering with possessive fire. Duo's expression was something he imprinted into his memory, to keep with so many other such visions that Heero kept safe against his own inner darkness.
Duo collapsed, confident that Heero would catch him. His long, lean body lax and limp in his lover's hold as Heero helped him stretch out on the soft carpet of the fitting room floor. Duo's eyes were closed but he quickly remedied that situation, opening them to gaze up at his lover. Moisture brightened the beautiful violet depths, making Duo's eyes seem wide, innocent and vulnerable. An expression given only to Heero as Duo smiled softly up at his lover, reaching his arms up towards Heero.
Heero leaned down against the braided boy. "Told you that lunchtime would be worth waiting for."
Duo wrapped his arms around Heero, holding his love against himself as he stroked his hands down along the strong back and upper arms. "Mmm ... waiting for you was the most worthwhile thing I ever did koi."
Heero kissed Duo tenderly, a little of the salty flavor remaining. "Nice lunch. Who says fast food isn't healthy for you?"
Duo laughed, the soft careful laugh that came to him sometimes. His hands roamed along his lover's body and he gave a soft little groan. "Hmm... I wonder if there is time to return the favor."
Heero sighed softly, responding to that knowing touch. "I should ... wait," he said, regret and tension touching his voice, making it a tad huskier. "Until we get Quatre back to the hotel. Wufei... I don't like leaving him without backup for too long."
The American boy frowned a little but nodded. He shifted the level of his caress to a more soothing and calming stroke."I agree. Tell you what, let's get his little nibs back to the hotel and then you let me pamper you tonight hmm? Hot bath, back scrub, oil massage ... the works." Duo placed a long slow kiss on the side of Heero's temple.
Heero allowed a near-inaudible sigh to escape his lips. "Hai," he said a mixture of anticipation and gratitude in his tone. He kissed Duo deeply and thoroughly, then began straightening Duo's clothes and redressing him from the waist down.
Duo returned the kiss, letting the strength of his promise and his love flow from lips to lips. His quick, agile mind was already going over what he would do for his lover later that evening, planning out every little detail. He chuckled a little as Heero helped him into his clothing, wriggling a bit here and there to straighten himself out before sitting up and tapping down a few fly away wisps of long chestnut hair.
Taking a long deep breath, he smiled maniacally to his lover. "Shall we face the world once again koi!"
Heero stood up, pulling Duo to his feet. He stole one more deep kiss, then stepped back, resuming his hold on his lover's dangling braid. "The world had better worry about facing us," he said, smiling slightly before the impassive *Perfect Soldier* facade slipped back into place.
Duo bounced out the door, once again that high-strung young man. His head was held high, intense violet eyes meeting every gaze that came their way unflinchingly. Silently challenging anyone who looked too long. *Yeah... I was in there getting the blow job of my life, what's you're problem? Jealous?* Most people looked quickly away from the brazen challenge.
Quatre was sitting calmly in a chairs, tapping lightly on a small handheld computer. He looked up as the two exited the fitting room, keeping his own face, politely neutral, though his bright eyes twinkled wickedly at the pair.
Wufei yawned, covering his mouth.
Quatre gave Wufei a look, fighting a grin as he came gracefully to his feet. He closed up the little computer and tucked it into his briefcase, picking that up as well. "Well, um.. if we're all ready then?"
Heero stepped over to one of the tailor shop employees and said something quietly. The woman asked him a question, he answered, then another, answered. She nodded and he stepped back to the group. "This way, Mr. Winner," he said, indicating the rear of the shop, where the car was pulling up in an alley entrance.
Quatre had almost, almost ... gotten used to being addressed that way by his friends but he still hated it. However, he smoothly smiled to Heero and stepped in the direction indicated.
As they surfaced through the back door a young child popped up out of the shadows by a dumpster. The youngster looked at the young men and the limo with wide, wondering eyes. In his small fist was clenched an intricately folded bit of paper. He stood near the dumpster at the back of the limo, watching Heero and Wufei unblinkingly.
Wufei spotted the child and his attention sharpened.
The child continued to watch Heero and Wufei. He didn't say anything but smiled shyly and held up the paper out, towards the two boys.
Heero nodded to the child, beckoning with a slight gesture.
The child, for a moment, looked like any youngster, bright eyed and fascinated with the big car and he took a small step towards the young men, the hand gripping the letter falling to his side as his attention lapsed. Then he stopped himself and a fierce little frown came over his features. The expression was very....Chang-ish. He shook his head and stepped back by his dumpster. Once again holding the letter up towards them but this time beaconing the two older boys to him.
Wufei's eyes narrowed. He said, without turning, "Maxwell... get him back inside."
Duo quickly put his hand on Quatre's elbow. Quatre hesitated for a moment, watching the child with kind, gentle eyes. Duo gave a firm tug, not enough to yank Quatre off his feet but enough to insist and the Arabian shook himself free of the little child's spell, following Duo back into the building.
The little boy craned his neck a little, watching the bright gold hair and the long whipping braid with childish curiosity before he once again gave that fierce little frown. He was supposed to be concentrating! Humph. He made himself focus on Heero and Wufei.
Wufei waited until Quatre was inside, then approached the child, with Heero a half step behind him.
The little boy's eyes widened a little as Heero and Wufei drew closer. My ... they were big. The two young men could see the child's Adams apple bob as he swallowed nervously but his little feet didn't move as he continued to hold out the note. Though his dark eyes were wary, he lifted his chin with firm dragon determination.
Fierce little dragon!
Wufei sat on his heels about two feet from the child. "What is your name?" he said in Mandarin.
The child's brows furrowed a bit as Wufei crouched down at small person level. Not too many *big people* in his life bothered to come down to his level. Closer to the child, Wufei could tell that the boy was perhaps older then he looked, being rather on the small side, under nourished in his early years ... though he seemed plump enough now.
The boy gave a little shake of his head and held out the note towards Wufei. His dark eyes darting from Wufei, down on his level, back up to the formidable Heero.
Heero however had slipped behind the child, blocking his exit. He tilted his head. "What is your name?" he asked in Japanese.
Jerking to track Heero, the poor little one about jumped on Wufei when he realized that Heero had circled around behind him. He looked all flustered now. He knew his duty and it did not include this! Frowning once again he screwed his face up in an expression of exasperation, also rather Chang-ish, looking between the two.
He heaved a little sigh and made a helpless gesture with his small hand towards his throat and then up in the air. This done, he turned once again and held the note out towards Wufei. A little of his composure slipping as he waved the intricately folded note at Wufei.
*Take it!!*
Wufei accepted the note. At the same moment, Heero lifted the child in the air, holding him firmly around the waist.
That, was definitely NOT part of the plan. The child made no noise but thrashed like a small weasel in Heero's hold, unconcerned about where small feet and fists went.
Heero held the child at arm's length and watched the whirlwind impassively. "I'm not letting go," he said flatly.
As if he hadn't *heard* him the little one continued to thrash and squirm, trying to wriggle about till he could get baby teeth dug into Heero's skin.. hand, arm.. wrist... whatever was handy.
Heero gave the child a short, abrupt, warning shake. Making sure his face was in front of the boy, he said distinctly, "I prefer not to hurt you."
The child stopped his wriggling and frowned at Heero. It was hard to be a fierce little dragon when you couldn't impress your prey. Still, the child went quiet in Heero's hold. He was scared and full of duty but he wasn't a stupid young man. The child's lips pressed tightly together but Heero got the impression that it was to keep a childish tongue from poking out rather then any hint of tears.
"Can you speak at all?" Heero asked, his tone continuing to be deadpan serious.
The child cocked his head to the side. Silky soft black hair brushed his features as he gave Heero a look that said... *If I could, do you not think I would have been screaming my head off when you grabbed me*
"Were you born that way or did someone do that to you?" Heero continued the interrogation.
The child's brows drew together as he tried to puzzle out Heero's meaning. In the end he gave a little shrug. He couldn't remember a time when he could talk or hear.
"My name is Heero." Heero said. "You should remember it. I'm going to let you go now. If you ever need help, find me."
Then he set the child down on his feet and stood back.
The little boy gave a small sniff and straightened his simple shirt and trousers. The actions of someone taking pride in their appearance. He then folded his hands together in front of him, still watching both boys.
Wufei opened the note.
The note was like the others. Written in flowing black ink and brush stroke. This time, instead of being addressed to Quatre in the form of a threat it was addressed to Wufei. It had three simple words.
~Divide and Conquer
Unable to hear, the child did not flinch when the sounds of gunfire exploded within the tailor shop.
End Part 4
Laekin
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