19-Dec-2001
Title: Two Divided By Zero 14/??
Author: Lasha Lee (anakerie@cinci.rr.com)
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5xOC, OCXOC
Warnings: LIME alert. Bad words. Underage characters doing naughty things. If this offends you then don't read it. It's that simple.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or Chicken Wings, or the old TV show "Wings" (Although I would definitely like to own Thomas Hayden Church). I am making no money off of this, but I do accept donations. *holds out cup and rings bell* Lady, can you spare a comment so that I can get a cup of coffee?
Gage craned his neck to look down at the list on the table. "Egads no. You don't want to invite those people. I've met them; they're terrible, especially at parties. He gets intoxicated and flirts with floor lamps, and she's more than likely to run around the room naked screaming songs from 'Annie'"
"Be that as it may," Heero fought down a very disturbing mental image, "Your parents are friends of ours and we wouldn't feel right not inviting them."
"We'll hide the floor lamps." Duo offered.
"And make sure someone has a blanket handy to throw over your mother." Heero added.
"Look." Duo pointed to another spot on the list. "We thought that you might need something to help you survive the evening. We're inviting your uncle as well. He's never been here; he couldn't make Jazz's wedding because Amy was sick."
"Well, the evening won't be a total loss then." Gage admitted. "I suppose you're inviting my aunt as well?" He did not look thrilled.
"Yes, but don't worry about that. She and Wufei will go off somewhere to discuss old times, and she should leave you in peace."
"You're inviting him too?"
"Yes. You get to go back to Earth; we've got to spend the next fifty years hearing about how we dishonored him if we forget to ask him to come."
"Well, I wouldn't wish that on anyone. However, in fifty years you'll be nearly a hundred. You'll probably have lost your hearing well before that."
"Isn't he charming?" Duo asked Heero dryly.
"Delightful. I'm sure his parents are counting the days until they can see him again."
"I strongly doubt that." Gage said honestly. "In their expensive shoes, I would have quickly changed my name and moved to an undisclosed location. Or taken my own life by now."
"You know, I used to tell Jazz, 'just wait until you have kids of your own. Everything you've done to me will come back to haunt you.'" Duo made some notes on the list.
"Oh, I won't have to worry about that." Gage smiled. "I've learned from the mistakes of my elders."
"You say that now, but you'll change your mind." Heero glanced at the list and crossed off Duo's most recent additions, Barney and Betty Rubble. "Ten years from now, you won't think that having a child is such a bad thing."
"Having me was the worst mistake my parents ever made." Gage was serious now. "And they know it."
"Gage, they can't possibly feel that like!" Duo added Darkwing Duck to the guest list.
"I've seen pictures of my mother when she was pregnant with me, you know. All you have to do is look at her to know that she's not thrilled."
"What are you talking about?" Heero asked, confused. "No, Duo, Garfield and Odie cannot attend. And Abraham Lincoln has been dead for a long, long time now."
"She looked bored, okay? She wasn't all glowing and happy. Not like Linra is. I mean, you can tell just by looking at her that she wants her kid. She's lit up like a freaking candle. My mother just looked fat and unhappy."
"Gage, knowing you, you were kicking her kidneys when that was taken. You can't go by a fifteen year old picture."
"No, Heero, of course not." Gage shook his head. "I've heard her say that she wishes she'd never had me."
"Gage!" Heero was appalled.
"She and my father argue about it. She says stuff like 'He knows that I didn't want him. The whole thing was a mistake.' Then my father says stuff like 'well, it's too late now. He's here and he's our son. You can't change your mind at this point.'"
Heero wanted to defend Relena, he wanted to accuse Gage of lying, but he knew from the look in the boy's eyes that he was not. "Gage, I'm sorry."
"I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I shouldn't have said anything. Just sometimes... I look at Linra and I wish... I wish a lot of things. She talks to her baby, and she tells it how much she loves it. Jazz reads it stories and sings to it. She's going to grow up with you guys, too. I'm jealous of a kid who's not even born yet."
Gage was quiet for a moment. "Maybe things would have been different if she'd married you." He looked at Heero. "She loves my father, I guess, but she loved you first. Maybe if you'd been my dad, she would have liked me better." He was not going to start crying, he was not going to start crying.
His eyes began to sting.
"Gage, I'm going to talk with your parents when they get here." Heero put a hand on his shoulder. "And we're going to show them how well you've done with Duo and I. I think it might be best for them, and for you, if you stay with us."
"What do you mean?"
"He means that if your parents are okay with it, you can keep living here." Duo smiled. "You can start school in the fall with Shan and Meishel."
"Oh, lord, my mother said that I'd drive you both insane, but I didn't think it was going to happen this quickly." Gage rolled his eyes.
"It's up to you."
"Why? What's the catch?" Gage demanded. "Let me guess. This was my mother's idea. You've been talking to her and she didn't have the guts to tell me herself that she doesn't want me back. Well, she can forget it! I'm living at home until I'm 76! In fact, I'm going home right now just to upset her!"
"Gage, neither Duo or I have spoken to your parents since you arrived here! We like you, and we discussed this the other night. But what you said earlier convinced me that it's the right thing to do. I will not send you back to live with people who can't appreciate how damn lucky they are to have you!" Heero yelled.
Gage hung his head, and he was shaking. "I... want to stay here. I don't want to go back. She doesn't even have to send all the crap she's given me over the years. She can donate it or burn it or something."
"Are you sure? This is a big decision. It means that you won't get to see your uncle very much, either."
"Yeah, that part bites. But it's better... I still think you're insane for this."
"Maybe." Heero agreed with a grin. "Just promise me, no road kill?"
"No road kill." Gage agreed. "But everyone spoils all my fun. I had to promise Shan that I'd stop trying to torture Justice Skunk."
"Oh, that reminds me!" Duo put down the list. "We've got something to show you. Come take a look at this."
"You'll love it." Heero laughed. He walked over to the computer and pulled up a file. "Denea did the drawings for us. When we told her what we were doing I thought we'd killed her. I've never seen anyone laugh that hard."
"What is it?"
"A comic book."
A brightly colored image appeared on the screen, showing a very sour-looking skunk holding a sword above his head. The words "Justice Skunk" were above his head, as well as a blurb about him traveling the world, fighting evil wherever he decided it was lurking.
"We've only got the cover and the first three pages done." Duo admitted. "What do you think?"
"I think." Gage managed to choke out. "That he's going to kill you!" His face was scarlet
"We're dedicating the first issue to you, since the title was your idea and all."
Gage scrolled through the pages. "You know what you should do? You should put everyone in here, as a different kind of animal." He grinned. "And he needs an arch-nemesis. A reoccurring villain. I'd like to volunteer, if I may."
"We can do that." Heero agreed. "What animal do you want to be?"
Gage considered. "A pigeon." He said at last.
He looked around the living room. His living room now? Was the room he was sleeping in his room, and not just one he was borrowing? Everything had happened so quickly, he hadn't had time to process it yet. He had just agreed, however, to give up everything he was familiar with and permanently relocate to this hole in the middle of nowhere.
And he couldn't stop smiling. He couldn't wait to tell Shan.
"So it's not official. I mean, they've still got to clear it with my folks. Like they're going to say no. They'll probably build a shrine to Heero or something." Gage ripped out a weed and stuffed it into a bag hanging from his arm.
"For what?" Jazz had come over to where the boys were working. "Grab one of those. I'm getting low."
Gage had been baffled as to why Jazz wanted samples of weeds, but the man explained that there was sometimes very little difference between useless plants, and ones he could sell. He had several crops that were the sons and daughters of weeds. And even if it didn't work, it was fun to mess around with.
"Gage isn't going back to Earth. Your folks have decided to keep him."
"Seriously?"
"My parents still have to agree..." Gage began, but Jazz was clapping him on the back and laughing. "All right! I got another baby brother. I'm going to go tell Linra. This is so cool." He grabbed Gage into a bear hug that left the other boy gasping for breath, and then ran off toward his own house.
"It's that easy for him, isn't it?" Gage said in surprise. "Just like that, he decides that I'm his brother."
"Well, think about this." Shan explained. "He was an only child, and it was just him and Duo. Then Duo married Heero and he had another father. Linra and Rosie's parents died so Heero and Duo adopted them. So he suddenly had two sisters. Well, he never thought of Linra in exactly a sisterly way, but you know what I mean. Then they adopted Luke. Then my parents had me and 'Shel. He's used to getting new family members unexpectedly. He doesn't even question it. And once he adopts you, he's got your back for life." Shan collected a few more weeds, and then sat the bag down, rubbing his shoulder. "Ow, that's getting heavy."
"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" Gage offered with a wink.
"Yes, but not out here in the open." Shan returned with a grin. "I'm glad you're sticking around. I wasn't looking forward to saying goodbye to you again. Especially not now."
It had been five days since they had decided to start... dating? Shan didn't like to think of it like that, but he didn't have a better term for it. But he definitely had no regrets so far.
They had gone to the rave again the night before, and were going again tonight. They had both agreed to drink nothing stronger than the Sunsets, but Shan didn't need alcohol to have a good time. All he needed was the thump of the music, and Gage pressed up against him, kissing him, grinding against him in time with the song. His father's disapproval, his own fears, his awkwardness, all vanished beneath Gage's lips and hands, and he knew that if time had frozen, and they were forced to do nothing but dance forever, he could be content.
Their days were busier now, since they had both agreed to work part-time in Jazz's fields. The money was better than either of them had expected; Jazz paid them the same as his new field hands, and he was a generous boss. "They got me where I am." He often said about his workers. "I'm just making sure they've got something to show for it."
Shan's father had not been pleased about his son "acting like a common laborer." However, it also meant that Jazz and the men could keep an eye on the boys and make sure that Gage wasn't trying to convince Shan to go mug elderly women. And Shan had assured Wufei that he had no intentions of weeding fields for the rest of his life.
They finished collecting the weeds and dropped them off in Jazz's shed, and then used his transporter to return to Shan's house. There was a note on the table for Shan, telling him that his parents had gone out to dinner with Heero and Duo, and that he was on his own for the evening.
They were both damp with sweat and smelled like plants. Gage's first inclination was roll all over the sofa, but he had promised not to provoke Shan's father any more than he could.
Oh, who was he kidding? He flopped down on the grey cushions and burrowed as deep as he could, wiggling around until a nice damp spot had formed.
"What are you doing?" Shan asked, his hands on his hips.
"Marking my territory. There's other ways, but..."
"That's quite all right. My father hates that couch. He's always bugging my mother to ditch it and buy a new one. You've just given him an excuse."
Gage, horrified, jumped to his feet.
"Got ya." Shan winked.
"Why you..."
"Why don't you go to my room and play with the VR? I'm going to go get a long, hot shower. The real kind. You can use the Quikbath or wait for the real one."
"I'll wait." Shan, who had turned away, did not see the gleam in his boyfriend's eyes.
Shan tilted his head back under the hot spray, letting it rinse the grit off of his body. His muscles throbbed from the work, and this felt as close to heaven as he could imagine.
Suddenly, he heard the shower curtain being pulled back, and felt someone standing behind him. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, a voice purred in his ear "Wash your back?"
"Gage. What are you..." Shan began, and felt a finger mashed against his lips.
"Just a shower, Shanny Boy. You, me, soap and hot water. Perfectly innocent."
That was a matter of opinion. The hard lump against his thigh was certainly not innocent.
Gage reached for the soap, and lathered up his hands, reaching around Shan again, and the boy whimpered those hands began sliding up and down his chest, leaving a greasy film in their wake.
"One of the great mysteries of mankind." Gage whispered. "Is why men have nipples. Doctors and scientists tell us that they serve no purpose." He brushed a finger against one hard, dark numb and Shan nearly jumped out of his skin. "But I can say with absolutely certainty that that is why men have nipples."
"God."
A chuckle. "I keep telling you that I am. You just don't want to listen."
The hands were at his stomach now, moving in circles.
"Turn around." Gage said softly. "The view from back here is breathtaking, but I want to see the rest of you."
Shan felt his face turning red and Gage laughed. "Oh, look, someone's shy." He teased. "Come on. It's not like I don't know what one looks like."
He put his soapy hands on Shan's shoulders and turned the other boy to face him. Shan could not meet his eyes, but instead stared up at the ceiling. He knew that he looked ridiculous.
Gage took his chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted Shan's head until their eyes met. "Trust me, Shanny Boy, you've got nothing to be shy about."
Shan gave him an embarrassed smile. "Thanks. I've never... I've never seen another guy before."
"What about your father?"
"Baba? Baba probably insisted that the doctors throw a diaper on him before they handed him to Grandma the first time."
"You still haven't seen another guy." Gage pointed out. "Come on, look at it already."
Shan took a breath and glanced down.
"See? Perfectly normal." Gage picked up the soap again. "Just relax and let me take care of you. No worries, Shanny Boy. The rest of the world has ceased to exist. It's just you and me right now."
His slick fingers wrapped around Shan's erection and the darker boy shivered. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No."
"Good." His hand moved downward slowly and then back up again, and his thumb rubbed the soft foreskin against the flesh below.
"Faster."
"Sorry, request denied." Gage continued to move his hand in the same slow rhythm.
"Sick bastard." Shan's voice was hoarse.
"Flatter me all you want. This is the first time you've done something like this and I'm not wasting a minute of it. You'll thank me later."
"Now, the great thing about these wonderful appendages of ours is that they're all different. They come in a wide variety of shapes, and sizes and colors, and don't let anyone tell you that big is always better because that's a lie. Neither of us are exactly gigantic, but we're not tiny either. We're perfect for what we'll be doing. I always feel sorry for gay guys that are hung like stallions; they can't get it on without always worrying that they're going to rip their partner open."
He rubbed the foreskin again, and Shan almost fell over. Gage's arm around his waist prevented that, and the hand continued to caress him. "Look. Yours is darker than mine, and it's almost purple right now, while mine looks like it's blushing. And you've still got all of yours. I can't imagine your Baba letting them take a knife anywhere near your winky; he'd have all these visions about you not being able to carry on the family name."
"He... might have allowed it if he knew I'd be doing this with it." Shan whispered.
"Possibly. Next time, do you know what I'm going to do?"
"What?"
"The next time, I'm going to get down on my knees, and take you into my mouth, and I'm going to make love to you with my tongue. There's nothing else in the world that feels like that."
The words accomplished what the slow stroking could not. Shan cried out and his body spasmed, and his seed shot out on Gage's hand and his stomach.
It took him a few minutes to recover, and he leaned heavily on Gage, his legs like jelly. The other boy gently stroked his back, pressing kisses to his neck and shoulders.
"That... I mean, I've... but only when I was by myself." Shan was blushing again. "I mean, not all the time, but sometimes, and never felt like that."
"When your procreation is recreation, this is a cause for celebration. But when you're filled with trepidation, remember there's always..." Gage winked. "Meditation."
"Yeah, well meditate that away." Shan pointed at Gage's groin.
"I beg your pardon! I do NOT meditate in front of other people. What kind of boy do you take me for? I was raised better, you, you... reprobate." Gage sniffed.
"Want me to help you meditate?"
"Would you?"
"Okay." Shan instructed. "Close your eyes, and imagine that you are in a place of great peace and tranquility."
"Fair enough." Gage wrinkled up his face. "I'm in my parents bedroom. That's been peaceful and tranquil for over fifteen years now. They were scared shitless of getting a second one of me."
"Now, you have to pick a word or a phrase to meditate with. Most people just go with om."
His fingers closed around Gage's hardness, and he began to imitate what Gage had done to him earlier.
"Ommmm, ommmmm, cummmmm, cummmmm, cummmmm." Gage intoned.
Shan snickered. "Very good. You're doing well at this. You must practice a lot."
"I practice all the time. I once practiced right into a pan of mashed potatoes in the school cafeteria."
"You know, I don't know whether to be impressed or appalled."
"Whatever you need to be... you can go a little faster."
"Oh, no. You were the one who didn't want to waste a minute."
"That's different. I'm allowed to torture you. You're supposed to be a nice boy."
"I was until you showed up." But Shan increased the pace slightly. "You corrupted me, you deal with it."
"I'll get you for this. I can make a blowjob last for hours. I'll have you so horny you'll be tearing out your own hair. Now go fas... never mind."
He jerked and spilled himself, and this time it was Shan's turn to hold Gage until the other boy regained his senses.
"Check please." Gage muttered weakly.
"So how'd I do?" Shan looked smug.
Gage reached up and pushed a lock of soaked black hair away from Shan's face. "That was the best meditation I've ever had."
"Well, you know us Asian types. We're very good at that kind of thing."
"You know the only problem with Chinese?"
"What?"
"You're always hungry for more."
End Part 14
(:./lasha/two14)
