19-Dec-2005
Title: Take This Job (CES Fic 8)
Author: tkmaxwell777
Fandom: Gundam Wing AC
Category: Yaoi
Pairings: 1x2x5 ongoing
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Duo POV, Lemon (Threesome), and Slight Sap
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Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or its characters. It is the property of Shin Kidousenki, Bandai, Sotsu, Sunrise, and any other affiliated parties. This story is a parody of its defined universe and is in no way an official continuation of the original anime series. All underage characters engaging in any sexual activity in my stories are considered Emancipated Minors. This story is for entertainment purposes only and should not be read as a realistic representation of actual romantic or sexual relationships. It is not meant to be a commentary on the political, social, or spiritual ramifications of homosexuality. Content neither condones nor condemns any of the lifestyles or views portrayed. I write these stories because of the interesting dynamics between the characters and complex personality types that inspire the exploration of relationships beyond friendship without regard to gender or preference. I make no money doing this, so please do not sue me for writing it. Constructive feedback is always greatly appreciated! "Take This Job And Shove It" belongs to Johnny Paycheck and affiliated parties.
Notes: I know... this is WAY past Labor Day, but better late than never, right?
*cough*
Anyway, there will be two more fics in this series... one fic for Christmas (though it will probably be posted late too), and one fic for New Year's Eve to celebrate Heero's/Duo's/Wufei's one-year anniversary in this series. Thanks to all of my readers for asking for more of this storyline. I've enjoyed writing it! Enjoy ^___^
Have I ever mentioned how incredibly stubborn my Amorous-Asians can be? I'm sure it's come up once or twice. I usually love that about them, especially in the middle of a firefight when they refuse to give up and die, but riding in a cab through Pullman, Illinois was another story, and not the way I'd envisioned the three of us spending Labor Day together. They had, however, decided that we would celebrate the holiday 'historically' instead of 'traditionally' like everyone else. The difference was fairly easy to see... well, at least for me anyway. Historically meant visiting the city that had given birth to the day and any local spots of interest related to it. Traditionally would have meant we'd be barbequing at Hilde's, drinking lots of beer, and then going home to have laborious sex. I'd been rather looking forward to the traditional.
Obviously, my historian and my scholar had different views on the subject.
It had been about six weeks since the mission that had left me all bruised and battered, and we'd missed a lot of their holidays, some of which would have been a blast. It was kind of funny, but we'd overlooked two of Heero's festivals even before leaving on the mission. The Gion festival in Kyoto is one of the biggest festivals in Japan, beginning on July first and continuing through the whole month, so I couldn't keep from laughing about how they'd overlooked it. I guess my Logical-Lovers had both been too caught up with preparing for the mission, which I could understand, so I didn't tease them about it... much. It would've been a great time though. People open their houses to show their treasured Japanese screens, floats parade through streets with musicians, and people dress in traditional geta and yukata. We've already made plans to be in Japan after the Fourth of July next year. What's kind of ironic about the festival is that it was originally held in hopes of ending a plague in 869 A.D. The first floats then had been made of wood and carried by young men, asking for divine intervention. The plague had ended soon after too. I tried not to think about the L2 plague and how I would've built as many floats as needed if it had worked. It might have been coincidence with the Kyoto plague, but you have to admire people for believing. I sometimes wished I could.
Tanabata, or more commonly known as the Star festival, had been on July seventh. It originated more than 2000 years ago, based on an old Chinese tale called Kikkoden, about a weaver princess named Orihime and a cow herder prince named Hikoboshi. The story was that they'd both lived in space, but once getting together, they'd played all the time and forgot about their jobs. Their king had become angry and separated the two lovers to opposite sides of the Amanogawa River, which was what they called the Milky Way. The king finally decided to allow them to meet once a year on July seventh, but only if it wasn't rainy. That's a crazy king, if you ask me. Even today though, the people in Japan pray for good weather so the two wayward lovers can be reunited. They also make wishes for their own lives. Some places celebrate the day on August seventh, but whenever it's observed, those wishes are written on tanzaku, colorful, small strips of paper, and hung on bamboo branches. Streamers are hung for good luck in farming and hopes for wealth. It's kind of odd considering the origin but still kind of interesting.
I was brought out of my ruminations by my growling stomach. "Are we almost there? I'd like to get something to eat soon, preferable a hot dog." I doubted that went with their 'historical' plans, but I didn't care.
"Patience," Wufei replied calmly. "You're worse than a ten-year-old. We'll eat after this."
"Besides, hot dogs are bad for you, Duo," Heero stated simply, like it mattered to me. "You need real food."
I just sighed again and looked out the window. The only thing I needed was to be in a good position to strangle my lovers, but you can't do that with a witness, you know, and the cabbie was there. I went back to wool-gathering.
If we'd been in Japan for Gion near the end of July, we could have stayed for Aomori Nebuta as well, which was celebrated August second through the seventh (the seventh corresponding with Tanabata in some regions), and the Akita Kanto Festival. Like the Gion festival, Nebuta has floats, but these have wooden bases with wire frames, and glued Japanese papers decorated with kabuki characters. It takes almost a year to actually make those floats. Now the Kanto festival concentrates on Shinto cut paper offerings, called Gohei, for a good harvest. Bamboo flutes open the festival as two-hundred-and-thirty bamboo kanto poles, fifteen meters high each, are raised to be balanced upon performers' foreheads. Paper lanterns hang from the extension poles, the whole contraption weighing almost fifty kilograms. That would have been so cool to watch. I might have even talked Heero into trying it.
Wufei had a couple of festivals in August that we didn't get to celebrate either, thanks to a couple of 'easy' missions. August eleventh was Chinese Valentine's Day. One of the legends surrounding this day is that it was made in honor of star-crossed lovers Niu Lang, a cowherd, and Zhi Nu, one of the daughters of the Goddess of Heaven, who were married due to Niu Lang seeing Zhi Nu bathing. Hey, I liked to watch Ro and Fei in the shower, so I could relate to that. Anyway, the story goes that several years after the two lovers were married, the Goddess of Heaven made Zhi Nu come back home because she'd missed her, separating Zhi Nu from her husband. The Goddess finally took pity on them though, allowing Zhi Nu to meet with Niu Lang once a year. It's now legend that on the seventh night of the seventh moon, magpies form a bridge with their wings to allow her to be reunited with her husband. Yeah, sappy, but imagining my Amorous-Asians being taken away from me made me appreciate it all the same.
Well, okay, I wasn't appreciating it at the moment. "I just don't see why we couldn't be barbequing," I groused, my thoughts making me wish for a nice secluded spot. "Not like we had to go that far to do it."
Heero nudged my shoulder playfully. "As you've said many times before, 'Where's the fun in that?'"
Wufei leaned across him to tug on my braid. "You like adventure, so stop complaining."
I snorted and took up my vigil of watching the moving scenery and remembering the fun we'd missed already. In between Fei's holidays, Heero'd had another. The O-bon Festival was something I'd really wanted to see. It takes place August thirteenth through sixteenth. A Buddhist event, it's one of the most important traditions for Japanese people. They pray for the repose of the souls of ancestors, believing that their ancestors' spirits come back to their homes to be reunited with their families. People clean their houses and offer fruits and vegetables to the spirits of their ancestors in front of abutsudan, Buddhist family altars. On the thirteenth, paper lanterns called chouchins are lit inside the houses, and people go to their family graves to call their ancestors' spirits back home to them. On the sixteenth, they then 'guide' those spirits back to their ohaka by hanging chouchins painted with their family crests. Sometimes fires called okuribi are lit at the entrances of homes to 'send' their ancestors' spirits back. Smoke from incense fills houses and cemeteries... I'd thought it would be something right up my alley, you know?
The Chinese Hungry Ghost Festival on the nineteenth had the same concept of O-bon, though a little less personal. Ghosts were given a 'vacation' from purgatory. The festivities include children's games, lavish feasts, and Chinese opera, something Fei would have found entertaining. Families prepare dinners to serve to the dead souls wandering around. Of course, those living are the ones who eat the food, letting the ghosts eat "the spirit of the food." People burn things called joss sticks, hell money in large denominations, and paper Mache models of various things such as cars and shoes. In recent years, pop concerts have been added to the Chinese opera, originally intended to entertain the dead. This holiday is the Chinese equivalent to Halloween and All Souls Day, but the feasts certainly sounded better than just candy to me!
The cab stopped, bringing me out of my 'holiday could haves'. The three of us had studied those festivals together, both of my Preventer-Nurses reading to me while I'd been recuperating, trying to take away the disappointment of missing those days. They'd told me that they wanted to 'make it up to me' this holiday, so I hadn't researched today at all, allowing them to make all the arrangements. When I saw that we had just parked in front of a run-down old building, I gave Heero and Wufei an "Are you guys kidding?" look. Instead of complaining about it though, I just got out of the car without saying anything. I was still craving a hot dog, but I waited for the cab to drive away before focusing my attention on my two lovers who were staring at me.
"Where are we?" I asked gamely.
Heero stepped forward, a slight smile on his face. "This used to be the site of the Pullman Company."
I looked at the lot and squinted. "Okay. So?"
"Pullman, Illinois was founded in 1880 by George Pullman, the president of the railroad sleeping car company. It became a 'company town', a worker's community that was protected from the political entanglements of Chicago," Wufei informed me, obvious proud of his knowledge. "But in 1893, economic depression and decline in orders for railroad sleeping cars forced Pullman to lay off hundreds of employees. Those who didn't lose their jobs ended up with cut wages, while rents remained the same."
"Man, that had to suck," I replied, thinking about the Sweepers and their feast or famine market.
"So employees walked out, demanding higher pay and lower rents to compensate for their loss in take-home pay," Heero continued, showing that he too had done his research. "The American Railway Union supported the workers. Railroad workers across the nation boycotted trains with Pullman cars. There were riots and the burning of railroad cars, and even mobs of non-union workers rallied to the striking workers' cause. Of course, this caused it to become a national issue, so President Grover Cleveland declared the strike a federal crime and deployed twelve thousand troops to break it up. Two men were killed when U.S. deputy marshals fired on protesters in Kensington."
We all looked at the building then, lost in private thoughts for the moment. I remembered how I'd felt fighting against the system, having those I trusted, that I 'worked for', turn on me. I could empathize with those workers. Even though unions were used for political agendas, their initial purpose of protecting workers in various trades made me respect the concept. "So what happened after that?"
Wufei slid an arm around my waist. "On August 3, 1894, the strike was declared over. Pullman employees had to sign a pledge to never unionize again. Except for the existing American Federation of Labor and various railroad brotherhoods, industrial worker's unions were stopped until the Great Depression in 1929."
I shook my head - in disgust or disbelief, I wasn't sure. "Figures. So what does that have to do with Labor Day?"
"Due to rising protests from the nation's workers over how the situation was handled, legislation was rushed through Congress and a bill was signed by President Cleveland just six days after the Pullman strike ended," Heero replied, putting his arm over my shoulders. "Labor Day was created. Cleveland did it for reelection, but it didn't work."
I smirked. "Don't mess with the working man or you get the shaft."
"So it seems," Wufei said thoughtfully then sighed. "At least it gave future generations of workers a holiday."
We remained there for a few more minutes until my Holiday-Minded-Agents both pulled away from me at the same time, looking at each other with those mischievous smiles that I was becoming more and more acquainted with. I just shook my head at them. "What now?"
"Now we go to a proper celebration for this honored holiday," my Chinese scholar informed me haughtily.
"One that will give us an understanding of how the past has affected current workers," my Japanese historian added just as arrogantly.
I shrugged in resignation and followed them as they began walking down the block. A few streets over, I heard the sound of music and voices. A turn around a corner and another two blocks later, we were standing in front of some kind of fairgrounds. I gave my Asian-Twosome each a look that said, 'Explain or I'm throttling you both'.
"They have a huge community event every year," Heero told me simply.
"One to commemorate working men... and women," Wufei added, the last word muttered grudgingly.
My eyes took in the booths and rides, the smell of food and beer, and the people laughing and talking. "It's a party!"
Heero and Wufei both smiled at me smugly as they led me inside the gate.
It was indeed a party, though more like a festival, carnival, and free-for-all combined. There was music and games, bratwurst and booze, and rowdy men and women having a good time. I made fast-friends with a good portion of the local teamsters when I began reciting the Sweepers motto, but I think Heero impressed them more by drinking their union boss under the table. When Wufei lost an arm wrestling match to a woman, it didn't put him in a good mood, but me telling him he could top me that night seemed to restore his spirits. All in all, when we left the fairgrounds, we were buzzed, tired, and happy. We hailed another cab to get to our accommodations for the night.
"Take this job and shove it," I sang as we staggered onto the street corner. "I ain't workin' here no more."
"I'll submit our resignations to Preventers tomorrow," Heero agreed as he leaned against me while I paid the driver.
I laughed, knowing he was joking... at least, I hoped he was anyway. "Woman done left and took all the reasons that I've been workin' for."
"You've been working for a woman?" Wufei asked blearily, a little more affected by the alcohol than Heero was. "Injustice!" He intoned as we began walking again. That left all three of us sniggering.
We'd made it to the front entrance of the hotel, and I paused, wanting to finish my pretty serenade before returning to the propriety of reality. "Better not try to stand in my way, 'cause I'm walkin' out the door."
"Looks like we're walking in," my Japanese consort informed me, missing the handle twice before he got hold of it. Okay, maybe he wasn't as unaffected as I'd thought.
"Take this job and shove it! I ain't workin' here no more!" I announced with a flourish, almost causing Wufei to fall.
"You ain't workin' anywhere if you keep trying to kill me!" my Chinese consort admonished with a hazy glare.
Okay, so they were both tipsy. "Come on, guys," I said with a grin. "Time for beddy-bye."
It didn't take long to get our room keys. It took even less time to get naked and in bed. Getting ready to have sex was another issue. Apparently, I hadn't drunk as much as both of my Pretty-Boys had. Before we could even get positioned to begin prepping each other, they were both out. I could only snicker at the irony of it as I rearranged my lovers under the covers with me. I lay there, thinking about the evening, and about how the two amazing men lying in my arms always seemed to show me another facet of themselves when I least expected it. They'd known how I'd wanted to spend the holiday, and they'd found a way to do it without breaking our own 'traditions'.
I loved them more with each passing day - whether a special occasion or ordinary calendar dates. It didn't matter to me what we did or why, so long as we did it together, and even if they hadn't taken me to the festival where I finally was able to have my much-anticipated hot dog, I still would have indulged them at the Pullman site. I wouldn't have let them know it was all right until AFTER I'd been able to ravish both of them later, but I'd have indulged them all the same. I fell asleep, vowing to show them how much they meant to me in the morning.
A couple hours later found me waking to the wonderful feeling of two sets of hands caressing my body. I enjoyed it for a while before opening my eyes to see blue and black watching me intently. "You guys process alcohol way too efficiently. I thought you were out for the night."
"I don't think you'll be complaining about that in a few moments," Wufei told me succinctly as his hand slid down my stomach to stroke my stiff cock firmly.
Heero's hand joined my other lover's, his fingers caressing my balls. "No doubt about that."
"Did I sound like I was complaining?" I moaned out, moving with their touches. "I didn't mean to sound like I was complaining. I'm definitely not complaining, in case you haven't realized it yet. Do you still think that I'm... ?"
"Shut up, Duo," Heero commanded as he leaned over and took my mouth in a hot and demanding kiss.
Okay. This was a much better use for my mouth than talking. When Heero began stroking my tongue with his own, I had to admit that his use was even better. I was enjoying that immensely when Wufei had to upstage both of us by licking the head of my erection. From that point, things progressed as had been planned before our little nap. Prep didn't take long, as we were desperate for each other. I'll never know how I could ever think that Heero and Wufei were lacking in sensuality. Oh, they weren't as talented as yours truly, but they made up for that with raw emotion and enthusiasm. I was soon thrusting inside Heero, taking in his groans of pleasure, as Wufei slowly entered me. I'd promised to let Fei top me, and being buried in Ro at the same time certainly made that even more intense.
We moved together, crying out and moaning each other's names. When someone requested a shift in positions, I ended up facing away from Wufei while I sat in his lap, his lips kissing my neck and shoulders. Heero was facing me as he straddled my hips, his mouth claiming mine. It was awkward at first, but our desire for each other mixed with a need for completion helped us get back into a rhythm in no time. I reached between Heero and myself and began rubbing his hardness. The shudder that passed through him was felt by all three of us, and Wufei teasingly slid his hand up my chest to my nipples. That was the final straw for me.
What? I have sensitive nips. I can't help it. My lovers drive me wild with the knowledge, but it's no different than me knowing about Ro's weakness to being stroked behind his balls, or Fei's susceptibility to having his ears licked. We'd been together for over nine months, and those were the wonderful things I'd come to find out by being loved by them. The fact that they knew all about my sensitive spots only showed how much more I'd come to trust them. Listen, counting on them to guard my back during a fight is nothing compared to going down on one of them while I'm being screwed silly by the other one. It takes more to believe in them in those moments of intimacy than in the midst of danger, and I wouldn't be able to do it if I didn't know for certain that they loved me.
That thought is what had me shouting out as I pulled Heero closer, pumping my semen into his body. That feeling of marking one of them while the other one marks me is better than blowing stuff up. "Oh yeah! Right there! Oh yeah! Ro... Fei... give it to me, guys!"
Heero began tensing around me, warm fluid flowing over my hand as he gave into his own orgasm, his heavy pants and loud groans mingling with mine. "So good... so good! Duo, Fei... love you!"
Wufei's release filled me as he thrust up again, yelling out, "That's it! Ride me, Duo! Squeeze his cock with you ass, Heero! Make me come harder! Harder!"
I laughed breathlessly. Wufei loved to talk dirty during sex. The words he sometimes shouted while in the grips of ecstasy could make even me blush. In contrast, Heero was always oddly emotional during climax. He'd said some pretty sappy things to Wufei and me while in the throes of orgasm. We collapsed on the bed, and I grinned like an idiot as we snuggled and cuddled. I had an idea then. "Maybe we could strike until Une gets a new coffeemaker."
A snore and a whistle met my suggestion. My Amorous-Asians just weren't as dedicated to our jobs as I was.
End Part 8
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