Title: Alternate Dualities
Author: WingNut
Archive: http://www.fanworkrecs.com
Disclaimers: I don't own the characters from Gundam Wing, I just play with them for non-profit fun until they run screaming back to their creators.
Warnings: AU - AAAAAAAAAAAU. Some yaoi, lemon, violence, language. You should be a legal adult to read this. Open-mindedness helps, too.
Pairings: all over the map; Duo-centric. yaoi and het.
Author's Notes: A huge helping of "suspension of disbelief" would be appropriate before you read this. I'm sure J or G could explain the science behind it, but they're kinda dead right now...
Part 5 ~ Scraps (cont'd)
"Aaaaahh! Wha- Hilde!" he sputtered as she reached down and casually opened his pants. He couldn't believe she'd just done that!
She frowned laughingly down at him as she settled back down, rubbing her hips slowly forward and back. "What's with the weird name? That's twice you've called me 'Hilde'. Oooooh..."
He bit his lip and stifled a moan as her motions stroked the erection now rising from the fly of his pants. She wasn't Hilde? What should he call her? He couldn't think...
"Is it... mmmm... some sort of fantasy name? Hilde the Barbarian Princess?" She giggled and struck a pose, flexing her slender arms. "I have captured a handsome young male from another tribe." Her hands swooped down and pulled his wrists above his head. "I've dragged him off to my mammoth-hide tent..." she was leaning down over him, laughing into his neck even as her hips kept up their circling dance, "...and now I'm going to..." her warm breath whispered against his jaw, "...ravish him..."
She slid her open mouth over his and he closed his eyes, unavoidably reminded of other kisses from the day before yesterday and a world away. But his alter ego had chosen to spend his life with Hilde... or whatever her name was. It wasn't up to him to second-guess or change that decision, especially since he likely wouldn't be staying long...
Slowly he began to respond to the warm mouth teasing his, realizing that no matter what his mind thought, his body was as eager and ready as hers was. He freed his hands and slid them under her blouse to press against her spine, holding her to him. He kissed her then, willfully ignoring her name and his true identity, acknowledging only the urgent pulse of desire and need between them.
He slid his hands down to her hips, holding her firmly as he rubbed his hard cock up between her spread thighs. He groaned at the contact - those little black panties were sleek and smooth... and wet. He thrust again, and again, relishing the exquisite friction.
"Mmmmmm, oh Duo..." She grabbed his hands and put them on his own hips as she raised herself up. "You're way overdressed." She dismounted from him and quickly slipped the scrap of black cloth down her legs and off.
He was watching closely, fascinated, until she smacked his slack hands. "Urtai!! Remove those strange garments!" She pointed imperiously at his pants. "I, Hilde the Barbarian Princess, command it!"
Startled from his contemplation of the shadowy cleft he had glimpsed, he slowly grinned up at her haughty expression until she dissolved into giggles again.. Then he slipped his hands inside the cloth and down, lifting his hips to ease the 'strange garments' down to his knees.
Before he could finish the motion, Hilde had slipped her own hands under his shirt and was lifting it up over his shoulders. He raised his arms and let her remove it, kicking his pants and socks off at the same time.
She gently pulled the shirt off his braid, holding the heavy plait in her hands. Then she gave it a little tug. "Move away from the wal-" she caught herself, grinning a little, "from the side of the tent, and lie down. I wish to... inspect... my new captive." The sultry look she gave him heated his skin all over with a mixture of shyness and lust.
Almost defiantly, he stretched out on the bed, putting his arms above his head and revealing his body for her perusal.
"Ohhhhh, very nice..." He could actually see her pupils dilating as she looked slowly down and back up. Her fingers raised goosebumps as she ran them across his skin. "Mmmmm, sensitive hands... well-muscled arms... a handsome face... and that hair...!" He caught his breath as she brushed the tail of his braid down between the parted edges of her blouse. "A good, strong body..." She splayed her hands across his shoulders, then slowly caressed down across his chest to his belly. "Lean legs..." Her hands traced down the outside of his thighs, then slowly back up on the inside. "Masculine..." he moaned as she cupped his balls gently, then grunted a little, his hips jerking up involuntarily, as she wrapped her hand around his erection. She giggled. "Healthy... and lusty..."
He was taking a breath to complain that he was also going out of his mind with anticipation when she swung one thigh over to straddle him and, still grasping his hard shaft, slowly impaled herself.
All the air left his lungs in a heartfelt groan. She was all tight, slippery heat surrounding and caressing him. His hips were lifting instinctively to hers, his hands grasping and kneading her, thumbs hooked over her hipbones, fingers splayed out across her cheeks.
Pleasure surged inside him, sweeping away embarrassment... worry... thought... identity. For long moments he existed only as compulsive movement and ecstatic sensation.
Firm hands pressing down on his chest brought him back to a most delightful reality. Hilde was rocking back and forth over top of him, her eyes half-closed, her mouth half-open, gasps and soft cries falling from her lips.
His eyes were drawn and held by the swaying black lace in front of him. His hands loosened their deathgrip and caressed her skin in a smooth arc from hips to slender waist to springing ribs and in to cup her breasts. A moment later he had found and unhooked the fastening in the front, slipping his hands inside to fondle and squeeze the soft flesh.
Hilde moaned and arched her back, pressing into his palms. He let her sink closer to him before stretching up to capture one dusky peak in his mouth, rubbing the other with one thumb.
The body writhing and grinding against his abruptly shuddered and clenched hard around him. Hilde's fingers dug into him as she spasmed, but Duo was past caring. His hips kept up the urgent tempo even as she was slowly going limp and sliding down on top of him.
He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, the other around her hips, and rolled them both over. Soon his hands were under her, lifting and spreading her thighs as he thrust deeply again, and again, and again, and...
Hilde wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning and trembling with renewed passion. His own spine arched and he came hard and long, his vision darkening with the exquisite release.
When at last his orgasm ebbed, it took all his strength with it. He collapsed bonelessly onto her, gasping and still shaking from the mind-blowing pleasure.
Duo's pulse barely had time to slow before a sleepy "Mommy?" drifted from Helen's room. His eyes popped open and he nearly leaped out of his skin. What had they been thinking? They hadn't even closed the door!! He rolled off the bed, grabbing his discarded T-shirt to clean himself as he went.
Hilde was snickering and performing similar gymnastics on her side of the room. "She's definitely your daughter, Duo - she has your timing!"
"Hey, I didn't hear you complaining about my timing a few minutes ago!"
Hilde pulled a light dress from the closet and threw it over her head, grinning at him saucily as it settled around her body. "That's what I meant. Her timing is perfect. Imagine if she had woken up ten minutes earlier!!" She blew him a kiss and disappeared into the hallway.
Duo smirked and preened a little at the implied compliment. He pulled on the rest of his clothing, but it sounded like Hilde had everything under control - she was taking Helen out to the kitchen for some milk.
He sat on the bed for a moment, still coming down from the endorphin high. He found it a little surreal to think that he had... that he had actually... aw man, he'd just made love to Hilde Schbeiker!! He grinned, remembering the intense pleasure and hardly believing that it had been him doing those things...
Then a little wave of guilt washed over him. He'd slept with another man's wife, even if he had happened to be inhabiting that other man's body at the time...
It was funny, though; he had felt no guilt at all over his liaison with Heero. Although he'd thought at the time that it was his Heero...
...just like Hilde had thought that it was her Duo.
Ewww.
Now he had to wonder if Heero had felt guilty after he'd found out that he had had sex with someone who wasn't really his lover...
Maybe that was why nothing had happened when they had taken turns sleeping in the cheap motel. Duo had divided his waking time between staring diligently out the window and staring at his partner. OK, gloating possessively over his partner. Daydreaming about his partner. Wishing his partner would wake up already and be looking for some way to pass the time...
But getting back to Hilde - well, no, not 'Hilde'... Duo snickered a bit, realizing he could truthfully call her 'What's- her-name'.
He wasn't sure if the guilt he was feeling was because he had slept with her under false pretences, or because he had been 'cheating' on Heero. And his confusion over the not-so-gay-as- we-thought-we-were-hmm? question didn't help.
But regardless of his feelings or orientation, if he were prepared to take on the pleasures of his alter ego's life, he had damn well better be prepared to take on the responsibilities as well. Right now that meant viewing the rest of the vid-logs and finding out what was going on.
He walked down the hallway and stood in the doorway to the kitchen, smiling at the sight of Helen telling her mother exactly how much milk she wanted.
"I have to go check on some stuff," he said, jerking a thumb in the general direction of the office, "Are you all set here with Helen?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." She came closer and looked up at him, biting her lip. Then she glanced at Helen and pulled him out into the hallway.
"Love," she said softly, "thanks for not being angry at me for slipping out to the auction. I know it's hard for you to let me out of your sight right now, and I don't like the feeling that I'm abandoning you to deal with this all on your own, but..." she grimaced slightly, "we really need the money." Then her face turned rueful. "Not that I was able to sell anything today."
Duo tried to school his features into an understanding expression, instead of the shocked realization they wanted to display. If his counterpart had wanted Hilde to stay put, then the threat from the rogue pilot was probably higher than he'd thought. Damn, he really needed to finish checking those logs...
He slipped one arm around her waist as she leaned against him. It felt... warm. Comforting. "It turned out all right," he murmured into her hair. It really did feel good to hold her...
A few moments later Duo stepped out into the darkening yard. It was heading into the night cycle on the colony, but the bright yellow light from the kitchen lit his steps.
He paused and looked in the window. Hilde was starting supper, while Helen sat at the table scribbling industriously with a pencil.
His watchful look melted into a genuine smile, and he took a moment to memorize the scene before him. This was something he had longed for as a child - a family, a home of his own, a warm haven against the lonely night. And his alter ego had found it, built it, cherished it.
Guess he wasn't a jerk after all.
Duo took a final look through the window, making a promise to his absent alter ego to protect the treasure he had gathered. With his life, if necessary. He nodded once, sharply; a bargain made.
Then he turned and walked quietly towards the office, determinedly turning his thoughts to the vid-logs he hoped to finish reviewing before What's-her-name called him in for dinner.
Duo opened the next log in the series.
His alter ego looked tired. "We left L4 this morning.
"Yesterday I had a shift until mid-afternoon, local time, and then I took a runabout over to one of the resource satellites, where Quatre has a gundanium factory. They give tours every other day at 4 pm, so I joined it and took a look."After a while I gave the rest of the group the slip and checked out the restricted access areas. Everything looked okay from what I could see - no extra stockpiles in the warehouse, no mysterious invoices in the office, no unlabelled shipping containers in the loading dock."
Duo rubbed his eyes. "I got back late to the mansion, but dinner was just starting anyway, 'cause Quatre had been delayed at the office. He and Tro came in after I did, so the touchy topic of where *I* had been never even came up.
"I waited until everyone had gone to bed and then broke into Quatre's home office." He grinned a little lopsidedly. "That's some security system he has, but it wasn't quite good enough...
"I looked through his desk, filing cabinets and computer system for anything that might show he was involved with this whole mess. I also copied out a summary of his current projects - it's on disk #2 - 'cause I figured if he is somehow diverting gundanium from his factory, he's gonna have to have a project name for it. He has so many accountants that he wouldn't be able to hide it any other way.
"I couldn't see anything suspicious. Not that it would be obvious - Quatre may look sweet and innocent, but his mind is razor sharp. He could probably work up some obscenely convoluted cipher and still be able to read and write it as fast as he does Japanese.
"Anyway, after I'd tidied everything back up, I decided to go out the office window and through the gardens to my room."
He shook his head slightly, his braid swinging in counterpoint. "Man, sometimes you just gotta figure *someone* is looking out for you. I no sooner dropped to the ground when Quatre and Trowa came in. If I had gone out the door, I would have walked right into them.
"Quatre was furious - from what I could overhear I gathered that he'd been woken by an urgent message that 'someone' (golly, I wonder who?) had made off with a whole shitload of gundanium from the same manufacturing plant I'd been at.
"He was on the vid right away, trying to find another source to make up the shortfall. When he found out there was no other gundanium to be had, he got *really* annoyed.
"He was pacing up and down, fuming about how this was going to delay the Mars Terraforming Project for *months*, and how he was going to have to reschedule all the cargo ships for the next *year* to compensate, and how could people be so foolish as to put their own larcenous desires ahead of something that would develop new habitat and new technology for the benefit of the entire human race??!!!??
"Trowa went and wrapped his arms around him, and said that he would look into it personally. Then they got all mushy with Quatre saying he didn't *have* to and Tro reassuring him that he *wanted* to, and not to worry about a thing, that he would take care of it...
"Quatre relaxed into the hug... but then he turned his face towards me, and I could see that he had this thoughtful frown on his face - like that calculating expression he used to get during the war when he was working on strategy."
Duo sighed, blowing his bangs away from his eyes for a moment. "I couldn't tell if he was guilty and acting angry for Trowa's benefit, or innocent and trying to hide how worried he really was... I still can't figure it out.
"They left after that, and I barely had time to make it back to my room before my wake-up call. The Aloha was scheduled to leave at 7 a.m. local time, and I had to get there early to help with the final loading. Luckily for me, Quatre's the perfect host and had ordered a pod to take me to the port, so I just made it.
"Aaaaaah, I'm babbling. Time for sleep."
Still, his hand hesitated over the cutoff switch. "But I can't help feeling I've missed something." He frowned, then shook his head. "Maybe it'll come to me tomorrow."
"*SHIT!!!*" Duo had obviously gotten out of bed to record this log. He was only wearing boxers, and his hair was sticking up every which way out of a tousled braid.
"I figured out what was bothering me - I saw this weird little thing this morning, and I only just realized what it meant. Shit!! I'm such an fuckup!!!He flopped back onto the mattress, glaring at the empty bunk above him. "Just as I was leaving Quatre's for the port this morning, I looked back and I caught sight of one of the Maguanacs down on one knee outside Quatre's office window, looking down at the ground. All the way to the port, I was kinda snickering at the thought of one of Quatre's personal soldiers tending flower beds, and it's only just dawned on me..."
He sat up again. "The 'ground' in the colonies is made up of deck plates. But Quatre, being a billionaire, has his house surrounded by gardens. It was *dirt*. That Maguanac was checking the dirt outside the window, where I, like the *idiot* Heero always says I am, probably left a gazillion footprints.
"I doubt anyone else there wears boots like mine, so Quatre will know by the end of the day that it was me spying on him, and he'll probably figure out when, too. Then he'll check his office, and once he knows what he's looking for he *will* find traces of my search... " He slammed his hand down on the desk, making the video jump.
"We're already deep in the shipping lane... and I don't know for sure how he'll react. The Sweepers won't turn back or change their schedule for a hunch. *Shit*!"
With a savage twist he severed the recording.
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