Title: Start Me Up - 3/?
Author: tkmaxwell777
Category: Shonen Ai/Yaoi
Pairings: 1+2, 3+4, 5x?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Language, Lemon-ish, and Slight Violence
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Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its Characters. I simply borrow them to write fanfiction for my own personal hentai pleasure and those who share this passion. I make no money at this. My only reward is getting replies from my wonderful readers! :)
Trowa watched his new blonde obsession with a longing that made him frown. He knew he was playing with fire, but he just couldn't help himself. Quatre Winner was too handsome, too amiable, and too intriguing for Trowa's own good. For someone who seemed so innocent at first, Trowa could tell that the young businessman was more worldly than most people gave him credit as being; Quatre just didn't let his knowledge jade him. That was what intrigued Trowa the most... and made him realize just how much he was beginning to like the other boy.
It had been an uneventful couple of weeks. The first race of the season was approaching, and the team was making final preparations with the car. They were still waiting to hear back from a couple of sponsors Quatre had recently contacted. Not that they needed sponsors; Winner Enterprises certainly could afford the expenses of the team. Quatre had just wanted some other companies involved. Trowa smiled as he remembered how the blonde had winked at Duo and said that it would make the car look more interesting with more stickers on it. Duo had just shaken his head and grinned.
Duo and Heero were still at each other's throats at times, but for the most part, the two boys seemed to have reached an agreement to not take it further than heated arguments, if you could call them that. Usually, Duo was the only one yelling; Heero would just speak in that dispassionate tone of his. Trowa knew that Duo was completely smitten with the Japanese driver, even if the braided boy wouldn't admit it. Trowa was almost certain that Heero was fighting his own losing battle with desire. If they weren't arguing, Duo was flirting with Heero, ruffling his hair and hanging all over him, while Heero tried to ignore him. Trowa didn't think it could be any more obvious that they wanted each other.
Wufei had needed to leave for Daytona sooner, saying he had some personal business to attend to. Since everything under his care had been checked, double checked, and rechecked, it hadn't been a problem. And Quatre... well, Quatre seemed to be spending a lot of time at the track, much to Trowa's delight and dismay. He and Quatre talked quite a bit, and Trowa noticed that the blonde acted differently with him than he did with anyone else on the team. Quatre wouldn't be interested, would he? Ever since that first little innuendo Trowa had made, he'd been hesitant to do anything else, even though Quatre hadn't ever let on that it had bothered him.
"Hey, Tro! A little help here?" came Duo's voice, bringing Trowa out of his thoughts.
"What do you need, Duo?"
Duo frowned. "Man, I've told you twice already. Where the hell have you been the past few minutes?" Duo watched Trowa's gaze redirect to their team owner. "Oh, I see."
Trowa snapped his attention back to his friend. "Not a word, Duo, and I mean it. I don't want to make him dislike me, all right?"
Duo's eyes softened when he realized how important it was to the other boy. He definitely understood. "Yeah, buddy, I get it. I won't say anything." Trowa walked over to him and began helping him with the stubborn bolt Duo had been complaining about for the past five minutes. "I think you two would look good together," the braided boy added, wanting to encourage his friend.
Trowa looked a little surprised at that comment. "Really? You don't think... well, it's just that... I don't know, Duo. He's a respected businessman and I'm just a grease monkey, right?"
Duo sighed. "You're more than that, and you know it. Besides, Quatre doesn't see you like that."
"Yeah, but it's not his opinion I'm worried about," Trowa ground out, his eyes flashing with subdued anger. "I'd hate to begin something just to see it ruin him. I'd never do that to him."
Duo thought for a moment. "I see your point, but I think that Quatre could handle any opposition."
Trowa nodded but said, "Maybe, but the question is, does he want to have to?"
Duo looked over at the blonde, currently talking with Heero and Howard. "I guess you'll just have to find out, man." His eyes lingered on his dark-haired nemesis driver. "Sometimes it's meant to be, and sometimes... well... sometimes the shit hits the fan, and you just have to take a nice cold shower."
Trowa smirked. "And sometimes you dance around each other until your feet get tangled so much you have no choice but to fall."
Duo shook his head, knowing that Trowa wasn't talking about Quatre that time. His gaze slid to Heero again as he replied, "I don't think he can dance at all." With that said, Duo picked up the part they'd removed and headed for the garage to take a better look at it.
Trowa straightened and smiled to himself. "I think you can dance well enough for the both of you."
"Heero, I think we should plan on pitting sooner, so you'll have fresh tires for the long run," Quatre reasoned, his peripheral vision noting that the boys working on the car were looking over at them every so often. Green eyes had rested on him more times than he could count so far today. A spark of something ran through him, and he tried to tell himself that this was just crazy, but he couldn't help himself; he felt something more than friendship towards Trowa, and he didn't know what to do about it.
It wasn't so much that he didn't know how to go about making his interest known; it was more that he wasn't sure if the other boy just wanted to fool around or wanted a real relationship. That was what he needed to find out. For him to get involved with another guy just for sex was not an option in his position. If he was going to take the heat for having a male lover, it had to be a life-partner kind of lover.
"Quatre, have you been listening at all?" Heero's perturbed voice finally broke through the blonde's thoughts.
"Sorry, Heero. What did you say?"
Heero sighed; he knew exactly where the other boy's mind had wandered off. He looked over at the green and violet wonders currently bent over his machine. His thoughts had strayed more than once in the past few minutes, and that was irritating him more than anything. How was he supposed to concentrate on his driving plan when all he could do was watch how Duo touched his car? It was maddening, seeing those long tapered fingers almost caressing the vehicle as the braided mechanic worked. Over the past few days, Heero had been forced to distance himself more and more, just because he was afraid of the feelings he was beginning to have for the violet-eyed boy. He refused to get involved with another guy... especially when he knew the other guy would just use him. He focused his attention back to Quatre.
"I said that I'd rather pit later so I can get a good lead. If I pit too soon, my tires will be worn by the end of the race, and that could mean me having to pit again and losing."
"That's true, but the way you've been going through tires could be a problem," Howard interjected, noticing the pre-occupation of the two boys. He didn't mind a little attraction between his crew, but if it proved to become too much of a distraction, he might have to intervene. The infatuation needed to end or develop into something more conducive to team interaction before the season really began.
"I guess we'll just have to wait and see," Quatre replied, shaking his head. "I think we've pretty much adjusted, modified, and tweaked everything imaginable. Pit strategy is the only thing left to work out."
"That, and getting my nephew to quit taking the damn car apart," Howard said with a grin as he walked away to see what said nephew was disassembling this time.
Heero had to smirk at that. Duo had been removing, and rebuilding, and reinstalling various systems... just to make sure every part was up to par. If Heero hadn't had to drive the car each time one of the braided boy's 'upgrades' was completed, he would have been amused. As it was, he was a little annoyed. Duo was even more anal retentive about the car than he was, and Heero didn't think anyone could rival him there; he had been wrong.
Quatre let his gaze flit back to the car, his eyes taking in the tall form leaning against it. He had been so sure that he'd never find anyone who could interest his mind as well as his body, but Trowa was as intelligent as he was handsome. Would it be so bad to see if there could be something between them?
"Trowa seems to be a nice guy," Heero remarked suddenly, causing the blonde to blush as he realized Heero had noticed his attentions towards the green-eyed mechanic.
"Duo is too... when you don't provoke him," he replied, smiling to himself as he saw Heero flush.
Heero frowned, not liking the insinuation that he'd even be interested in the mechanic. "I don't sleep with guys, Quatre."
"I don't either, Heero. What's your point?" the blonde asked, enjoying the flustered look on Heero's face.
"You shouldn't worry about what others think," Heero said, knowing what was keeping Quatre from acting on his desires. "Or do you let other people determine how you live your own life?"
Quatre narrowed his eyes. "Don't you?"
The question blind-sided Heero, and he gaped at the blonde for a moment before turning and stalking away. Quatre sighed heavily. Well, that hadn't gone too well. Of course, it was the first time Heero had been faced with the truth of his feelings, so perhaps it hadn't gone that badly either. Quatre just hoped things would work out. The blonde looked at the brunet leaning over the racecar and thought about what Heero had said. The Winner heir had endured harder trials than the personal relationships of a racing team, hadn't he? Smiling at the thought that he would probably lose his good reputation before this was all over, Quatre walked over to where Trowa stood, intent on engaging him in conversation again... just so he could be close to him.
"Are you about done with those adjustments? It's already seven," Heero said as he walked into the garage. He and Duo were the only ones still at the track, everyone else deciding to go out to dinner. Duo had asked Heero to stick around for a little while longer to test the car one more time when he had the final brake modification made.
"I'm having trouble with one of the pads," the braided mechanic explained, not even bothering to look up.
Heero could hear the fatigue in the other boy's voice and felt his own tiredness stealing over him. He decided he was calling it a day. If Duo didn't have enough common sense to do the same, it was his own fault, not Heero's.
"I'm leaving," Heero announced in an even voice.
Duo sighed loudly in exasperation, but his words didn't hold the bite Heero was expecting. "Okay, 'Ro, see you tomorrow, man."
Heero frowned. They had been arguing all day, Duo being rather explosive at times, and now the other boy was talking to him like nothing had happened? It was one thing to disagree and still be able to work together, but once Duo calmed down, he acted like they were best friends. Heero just didn't understand the violet-eyed boy. One minute he was in Heero's face, arguing for all he was worth; the next, he was throwing his arm around Heero, asking him what his favorite song was. Heero didn't like how unbalanced that made him feel, and he was going to put a stop to it. They were just teammates - not friends, not family, and definitely not involved.
"I don't like it when you call me that."
Duo looked up, wondering what the other boy's problem was. "Why not? It's part of your name, isn't it?" The braided mechanic was in a pissy mood, only enhanced by the fact that he'd had a couple of beers. They were leaving for Daytona in a couple of days, and he always got depressed going there because of the bad memories. Even though he was doing better this season, he was still finding it difficult to deal with the past. His new feelings for Heero were only making it worse, because Duo was worried... and trying hard to not show it, or even admit it to himself.
Heero glared. Duo had become more moody the past few days, spouting off, and generally being disagreeable. The flippant attitude had grated on Heero's nerves more and more, and he found himself reaching the end of his patience. "It may be 'part' of my name, but it's NOT my name."
Duo stood up, anger shining in his violet eyes. Heero always used that cold, emotionless voice when they argued, and Duo was sick and tired of it. Didn't the Japanese boy feel anything? Duo knew he went overboard sometimes just to try to get Heero to snap, to show something other than indifference, but the dark-haired driver only seemed to care about the car, and that pissed Duo off more than anything. People were more important than a heap of metal.
"Then how about I call you 'pain in the ass'? That sound better? Or maybe 'fucking prick'? Do you like that one? Perhaps 'egotistical bastard'? That seems to fit rather..."
He never saw Heero move. The next thing Duo knew, he was lying on the ground, his hand wiping blood from his mouth from where Heero had hit him. Heero was standing above him, blue eyes cold as ice. Duo saw the other boy's hands clenching and unclenching, Heero trying to regain control.
"I could easily call you any of those things, but since I'm a professional, I'll abstain."
Duo snorted. "Yeah, seems like you're good at 'abstaining'. You don't give a damn about anyone, do you? You abstain from emotions, abstain from relationships; hell, you probably even abstain from yourself. What the hell is wrong with you, Yuy? Why do you have to be such a jerk all the time? We only want to be your friends, but you treat us like shit!"
"I don't need any friends," Heero countered, his own anger taking over again. "I need a team I can count on. I don't know what the hell your problem is, but we've got our first race in a few days, and I need to know where we stand. You need to make up your mind whether you want to hit me or screw me."
Duo blanched. "You son of a bitch! What makes you think I'd...?"
"Don't you?" Heero asked, his voice bitter. He felt his own desire well up inside him, but he forced it away violently. He did NOT want Duo. That road would only lead to destruction. "Aren't you angry with me because I won't give into you and become your latest conquest?" Heero had never seen Duo with anyone, but he didn't doubt that the boy had lovers; he was too pretty not to.
Duo stood up and got in Heero's face. "I've never been with a guy before, so I guess the answer to that would be 'no'. Even if I did sleep with guys, I sure as hell wouldn't want a cold-hearted bastard like you!"
Heero flinched. That had hit a little too close to home. "Good. Then I don't have to worry about rejecting your advances, do I? Now we can focus on what's really important. You can stop trying to be my 'buddy', and I can do my job without worrying about you trying to get me in bed with you..."
Duo felt the other boy's words rip through his heart like a knife. He reacted the only way he knew how to at the moment; he took a swing at Heero. Heero blocked it and delivered a blow to Duo's stomach, making the mechanic crumple to the ground, but Duo didn't stay there long. Before Heero knew what the braided boy was doing, Duo lunged forward, knocking Heero back against the car. Heero couldn't move before Duo landed his own punch to Heero's face, nailing him in the eye. Duo then pulled away before Heero could get another shot. His anger was somewhat abated, even though the hurt was still there.
"No, you don't have to worry about that," Duo spat viciously as he stood, swaying slightly. "I'd rather fuck Wing than you. At least I'd know right away why she was so cold, which is more than I can say about you. That should tell you where we stand. If this is the way you want it, I won't even speak to you if it's not about the car. Believe it or not, I don't fucking NEED to be your friend, Yuy."
Duo then turned and stormed out, leaving Heero sprawled against the car.
"Mmm. Yes, just like that," a familiar silken voice said.
Wufei thrust into the willing body slowly, enjoying the feeling of it gripping his length. The long hair of his lover caressed him as he moved, burying himself over and over again. It was an addiction he couldn't get rid of, a need that made him forget about anything else.
"Faster, Chang. Faster," that voice cried out.
Wufei increased his pace, reaching between them to begin touching the other's body, turned on even more by the sounds his lover was making. It didn't take long for both of them to reach the point of no return. Wufei watched as his partner tensed and began releasing, seed pulsing out over the Chinese boy's hand as he continued to stroke, that incredible voice calling out his name. Wufei felt the warm heat tighten around him, and then he was yelling out his own climax, his essence pumping inside the muscled body beneath him. Still shaking, he moved to lie beside his lover.
"That was wonderful."
Wufei smiled. "Yes it was."
Silence filled the room for a while. Then Wufei heard the question he had been dreading all night.
"So, how's the new driver? Any good? Think he might actually be some competition?"
Wufei looked over at the man lying beside him and frowned. "You know I can't tell you anything relating to the team. We agreed. Have you forgotten?"
The man sighed. "No. I haven't forgotten. I'm just curious. I didn't think that would be violating any trust, you just telling me if the driver is even worth worrying about."
Wufei pushed himself up onto his elbow. "What if I told you that he might be better than you?"
Ice blue eyes crinkled as the man laughed. "Not possible. I'd have to see it to believe it."
"Well, maybe you'll get your chance," Wufei replied gruffly. The other man's confidence had been one of the things to draw Wufei to him, but arrogance? That was something entirely different. Wufei hoped Heero taught his pompous lover a lesson.
"What are you thinking about?" the man asked, reaching out to gather some of Wufei's black hair to mingle with his own light blonde.
"That you need someone to teach you that pride comes before the fall."
That rich laughter echoed in the room again. "Oh, Wufei. That's one of the things I love about you. You're never afraid to tell me exactly what you think."
Wufei saw the smirk on his partner's face, the mischief shining in those blue eyes. He allowed himself to be drawn back into the sensual atmosphere once again, feeling himself stir as he looked down to see the proof of the other man's returning arousal.
"Is that the only thing?" he asked, his own kohl eyes shining with desire.
"No, but many of them are purely physical," the man replied as he rolled over on top of Wufei.
Wufei smiled up at him. "Then I suggest you begin with those, Zechs. I'd like a full demonstration before the night is over."
Zechs chuckled. "I think I can handle that."
The blonde leaned down, capturing the other boy's lips in a passionate kiss. All Wufei could think about was how much he didn't want the night to end.
End Part 3
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