04-Dec-2003
revised: 05-Jan-2006
Title: The X Faction 8/?
Author: Kitty Chou
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: AU, Yaoi, Angst, OOC-ness (depending on how you think of the guys thinking)
Pairing: 1x2, 3x4, 5+H
Disclaimer: *clears throat* I do not in any way, shape, or form own Gundam Wing or its wonderful characters! I just pull them out to play and then clean them up and put them back when I'm done! I'm making no money and if you sue me you will receive no money because *shock* I have none.
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, yaoi, angst, violence, lime
Spoilers: Well, if you don't know who won on the show, then yes.
Author's Notes: I LIVE!!! MUAHAHAHA!!! Thanks to all those who wrote feedback and to those who don't, but read the story anyway! Special thanks to Spam and Megabitch! Spam for being the wonderful Spammy Goddess she is and betaing my story! All revel in her spammy goodness! Megabitch for beating me with whips and chains and the bride's bouquet until I wrote more! And for calling me a tease... several times.
Feedback: Please send feedback! ARNIE HUNGRY!!!
Duo's trustworthy alarm clock went off, as always, at five thirty the next morning, sending a shrill siren into the recycled air of his cabin. Had it been any other morning, this irritating interruption would have been ended with the slap of a sleepy hand. Unfortunately this was not any other morning for the alarm clock. A tightly curled fist shot out from under the covers and slammed down onto the clock with precision accuracy and superhuman strength, effectively and permanently silencing the poor dutiful appliance. With one last keening wail, the machine died.
"What was that?" Duo asked, blinking blearily from his position on Heero's chest, surprisingly soft and comfortable beneath his cheek.
"Nothing," Heero murmured, stroking his lover's tangled hair contentedly. "Go back to sleep." Duo hummed a little, shifting against Heero drowsily before sighing contently and drifting off again. The ghost of a smile on his lips, Heero followed him into sleep, feeling a sense of completion for what seemed like the first time it had been so long.
Half an hour later, Duo started awake with the feeling that he'd forgotten something important. Lifting his head, he checked his clock, only to find it smashed into little plastic bits. Careful not to wake Heero, he leaned over and searched for his watch on the cluttered nightstand, finding it under several multicolored hair bands and torn foil packets from the condoms they'd used last night.
"Shit!" he exclaimed softly as he read the clock face, rolling out of bed hurriedly. Or rather, he attempted to roll out of bed, as a hand clamped down on his arm and yanked him into a warm kiss. Melting, he returned it blissfully, fisting his hands in the sheets on either side of Heero. Pulling away slowly, Duo rested his forehead against his lover's, a wide grin on his face. "Morning, Heero-bear."
Heero rolled his eyes in amusement at the nickname, nipping playfully at his lower lip. "And where are you going, 'little bat'?"
"Therapy. And I'm going to be late thanks to your display of dominance over my alarm clock," he chided with a sated smirk, remembering several displays of dominance throughout his body as he pushed himself up and off the bed. The smirk turned to a wince though as his body reminded him that it had been a long time since he had that much sex.
"Therapy?" Heero repeated curiously, rolling onto his side and propping his head on an arm as he watched Duo move stiffly around the room. He tried not to look too smug as he felt his own twinges of pain. Tried being the operative word.
Duo glared balefully as Heero smirked at his soreness, but nodded. "For Quatre," he explained, digging through his drawers before brandishing a pair of black track pants triumphantly. "I need to help him with his leg exercises. Where are my shoes?"
"Check the hallway," Heero suggested, stretching languidly before wincing slightly and rising from the bed.
"Don't be weird, they aren't in the...well I'll be damned." He retrieved his shoes from the hallway with a hot blush that went down to his shoulders.
As Duo came back into the room, Heero grinned somewhat at him, leaning naked against the far wall. Love bites and finger sized bruises stood out in sharp relief against Heero's tan skin. Studiously ignoring (or at least pretending to ignore) his nude lover, Duo took up his hairbrush and attempted to rid his hair of sex and sleep-tousled tangles.
The hairbrush was pulled out of his hand suddenly as a warm body pressed itself up behind him. He let out a low moan and tilted his head to the side as Heero pushed aside his hair to nuzzle his neck. Further down, Heero's hands did decidedly naughty and all together distracting things to longhaired man.
"Nnnh... Heero I have to go."
"No, you don't."
"Yes... I do," Duo persisted, turning to kiss Heero soundly. "And you need to brush your teeth. You have morning breath."
Heero smirked and squeezed Duo's sore posterior in retaliation to that statement. "So do you."
After another heated kiss, Heero finally conceded and let his glowering lover finish getting ready in peace. It was surprisingly easy to forget about the past four years of aching loneliness and the Fight ...this banter was so familiar.
"We'll have a meeting in a few hours about the Antarctica base, so see if you can squeeze anymore info out of Relena's database for me. That is, if you're planning to put on clothes. I think the Control Room has seen enough of your bare ass to last a lifetime," Duo teased, pulling his hair into a quick ponytail. He grabbed a pack of gum off his dresser, jammed his feet into his shoes, and gave Heero a quick kiss before darting out the door, yelping as he was swatted for his taunt.
A second after he'd left, he rushed back inside, grabbing his wristband and earpiece off the nightstand. He stuck his tongue out at Heero when the man laughed at him, earning another swift kiss and a squeeze for his troubles. Duo snorted and shoved Heero playfully before dashing out the door again, pausing to grin at his lover, a youthful glow in his eyes.
"Love you, Heero-bear."
"Suki da, little bat."
"Trowa."
"..."
"Trowa..."
"..."
"Trowa!"
"Hm? What?" Trowa answered reluctantly as he roused. He'd been having the most wonderful dream and he was loath to wake. Opening his eyes wearily, he was altogether shocked to find Quatre looking at him with an amused expression. "You're alive!"
Quatre laughed, tossing his mussed hair to reveal several reddened love bites on his pale neck. "Yes, I rather thought we covered that last night," he teased, kissing Trowa on the nose. "Now, if you would be so kind as to release me from your evil clutches, Doctor Death, I might be as little as half an hour late for my appointment."
Instead of releasing his captive, Trowa pulled the blond firmly against him, kissing him blissfully. Quatre allowed this to continue for several minutes, and was indeed an enthusiastic partner, but eventually had to pull away as he became steadily later and more unwilling to leave.
"Despite your attempts to sidetrack me, you brute... " Quatre sighed in spite of himself, tilting his head to the side as Trowa's lips found his neck, but then gathered his resolve yet again. "I really must be going."
"Must you?" Trowa murmured against his neck, running a hand down his side suggestively.
Quatre moaned softly in appreciation, but pushed Trowa back all the same. "I have to go," he insisted again, looking seriously at his bedmate. "I haven't been able to do any therapy since I went to Mars and I'm going to get all stiff if I don't work the muscles. Oh, stop it. You know what I mean." He slapped at Trowa's shoulder admonishingly as the man started to laugh at his unintentional double entendre. "Up, fiend!"
Trowa laughed with renewed force, the action strange to his long dead soul as it brought forth a sensation of breathless pleasure. With a final lingering kiss, Trowa released the blonde, watching from his languid pose on the bed as Quatre turned and levered himself into a sitting position.
"Chair," Quatre called, holding out an arm to snag the chair as it rolled over to him. Trowa grunted in surprise and received a smile for his shock. "Everything here that could be meddled with already has been by either Duo, Hilde or myself. Even my chair runs manually, electrically, and mentally."
"Mentally?" Trowa wondered in surprise, sitting up.
"Yes. It runs on the Alpha System like the Gundams."
"Gundams?"
Quatre shook his head ruefully. "You really weren't paying attention at all yesterday, were you?" Trowa's sheepish grin was answer enough and Quatre laughed outright as he carefully pulled on his workout pants, snapping up the sides. "I'm sure Heero and Wufei can explain everything to you. I imagine they're keen on exploring the satellite today."
Quatre frowned as Trowa looked away in embarrassment. "What?"
"Heero and I haven't really...spoken...the past four years," Trowa admitted, picking at a thread on the bedspread.
"You're kidding!" Quatre exclaimed. "Duo told me about the incident during the funeral, but I thought that you two would have mended things by now! The two of you can be so pig-headed sometimes!" Sighing in exasperation, he rolled back to the bed and took one of Trowa's hands in his own. "Go talk to him, love. Apologize for being an ass. He'll understand. He's your friend, after all."
Smiling slightly, Trowa brought their joined hands to his lips to lay a soft kiss on them. "I love you," he murmured.
"I love you, too," Quatre replied with a flush from the pleasure of those words. Tilting his head, he accepted the gentle kiss he was offered, but pulled away before it could dissolve into something more passionate. "But I REALLY have to go."
Trowa laughed, mussing Quatre's hair and pulling away. The blonde, an expression of contentment on his face, snagged his earpiece and wristband from the desk before heading for the door.
"Don't forget this," Quatre warned, waving his earpiece at him. "It's important. Without it, you'll be cut off from the computer and the Operator."
"Operator?" Trowa called after him questioningly.
"Of the HPS." Quatre's voice floated back from down the hallway. Trowa sat contemplatively for a moment, a puzzled look on his face.
"What's an HPS?"
As it happened, Duo and Quatre arrived simultaneously for the therapy session. They met outside the small, private fitness area reserved for use only by high-ranking personnel, saving them from the hundreds of talkative cadets mobbing the larger, public gym. Luckily, as this was not the first time they'd been late, their reflexes at avoiding one another were good enough to keep them from a rather painful, not to mention embarrassing, collision.
For a moment, neither moved as they caught their breath, eyeing each other from opposite side of the door and noting the telltale signs of a really good night. It was hard to say who started laughing first, but they both ended up hunched over, tears in their eyes as gales of rich laugher came rolling from their mouths.
"Fuck, Q... " Duo began, before laughing again at the unintended pun. When he'd gotten himself back under control, he continued, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes and gesturing at the blonde's spotted neck. "What the hell did you sleep with? A Hoover?"
"No," Quatre chuckled in response, "just Trowa."
"No shit? What happened to the whole, 'he doesn't love me so I must nobly bear the weight of unrequited love' thing you had going for you?"
"Turns out it was a, 'he loves me but has low self-esteem so I must nobly screw him into the mattress' thing," Quatre replied sardonically, smiling almost goofily at his friend. He winced dramatically and shifted in his chair. "Unfortunately, being handicapped means I have to sit on my ass all day." Though he'd muttered it ruefully, he looked not the least bit sorry for the discomfort.
"What about you?" Quatre gave him a pointed look as he arched an eyebrow. "What happened to, 'you are not under any circumstances to leave me alone with Heero Yuy lest I do something terrible like forgive him and/or fuck his brains out'?"
"He caught me breaking naptime in the Control Room," Duo explained, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "And in case you never get the chance to find out, Heero is a very convincing kisser. Turns your mind into butter, I swear."
They laughed a bit more over that, winding down to amused chuckles before falling suddenly into silent tension. Looking at each other, they came to the same painful realization and glanced to where Project Tulip Gonads M-0024 laid menacingly in the underbelly of the satellite.
"We're fucked."
End Part 8
Next Part: Secrets and lies.
Reference terms:
* The Alpha System- a hybrid program derived from systems ZERO and Epyon. Specially developed to aid the user without sending them into a state of mental instability. Used primarily in the new Gundam models constructed by Quatre as well as in other machinery such as vehicles of transportation (including Shi and Quatre's wheelchair).
* HPS- (Holographic Projector System) allows the Operator to be in direct link with the computer (via the Alpha System), thereby giving them means to be aware of the satellite as a whole. Used primarily for security and instruction.
* The Operator- any person currently in link to the HPS. The Operator can keep track of everyone on board the satellite from the signal given off by the wristbands. The Operator is contacted through the microphone extension attached to the earpiece. An Operator can stay in the HPS for a maximum of eight hours safely, as any longer amount of time could send the Operator into a coma or state of vegetation and could possibly terminate all brain activity.
* ARNIE- (Automatic Retrieval Network for Incriminating Evidence) a viral program written by Duo designed to filter information out of computer databases, usually ending in the destruction of the targeted system. Also used for defensive measures.
* GODEL- (Guardian Of Duo's Evil Lair) the program Duo uses while he is the Operator. GODEL changes the password on the HPS pod every few weeks or days depending on his level setting. Also used as secondary security onboard Shi.
(:./kitty/faction8)
