Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ In the Beginning ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I do not own any things Harry Potter-the characters, setting, plot, everything belongs to the wonderful J. K. Rowling and whomever else she decides. I do not own anything Gundam Wing-the characters, setting, plot, everything belongs to (I think) Bandai and Sunrise.

Spoilers: This fic contains spoilers for books 1-5 of Harry Potter and all of the episodes of Gundam Wing. This fic does not include Endless Waltz.

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Neville/Harry, 2x1

Summary: Two years ago, the One Year War ended. At this time, the five heroes-the Gundam pilots-disappeared from the Muggle world. Three of them-pilots 02, 03, and 05-reappeared shortly after in the Wizarding world, as students at Hogwarts School of Witchraft and Wizardry. Now, twenty months after the fact, Heero Yuy and Quatre Winner are coming to Hogwarts, and they're bringing all of their secrets with them. The world-especially one Harry Potter-will never be the same.

Peace, Love, and Family:

The Story of the Vanuli Three

Prologue: In the Beginning

Once upon a time, not so very long ago, three very special children were born. These children, born of the heir of the clan LeFey, were the first ever Vanuli triplets in existence. The clan LeFey rejoiced upon their arrival, for it was said that triplets-infraternal though they were-were very powerful, indeed.

Many plans were made for the children, as both the new heirs and a future triumvirate. Sadly, the plans were not to come to fruition. On the day of their births, four men came to the mother-they wanted to take the triplets. Being a woman, she knew that it was her duty to give her sons to their rightful fathers, as three of them were. One of the men-the only one whose seed did not create a child--wished to take all three with him, for it was with his magic that the children had been created. However, the mother knew that the man was a very evil man indeed and would use her children to his own devices. Knowing this, she did the only thing she could; she gave one child to each of the fathers. With this done, she effectively protected two of her children from the man.

The Vanuli world weeped when it discovered what had happened. However, after weeks of grief, a lowly Seer came forward. She said to the clan one sentence, but it was enough to bring joy to the bereaved peoples. She said to them, "On the night of their maturation, the Vanuli three will rise up and defeat two great evils."

December 31, AC 195

The war was over. Kushrenada was dead, and the world was beginning to rebuild. Muggles everywhere rejoiced-as did Muggle-borns. However, it was but one war ended. Another, more concerning war was on the horizon, and a few Muggle-borns knew that, at any time, they might be called upon to fight. Not just for their freedom, but for their very lives.

The Gundam pilots-those children most responsible for the end of the war-were at one of Quatre Winner's homes on Earth, resting. One of the thirty Winner children-a healer by the name of Madrigal-had set about healing the their injuries. The pilots were-with the exception of one-all wizards, but they were not among those who knew of the return of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Thus, thinking their service of war was done, they went about deciding what to do with the rest of their lives. The boys were awarded a pension by the Organization for Earth-Colony Alliance, an organization formed-surprisingly-by Dorothy Catalonia after the fall of OZ and the White Fang. If they chose do so, the ex-pilots wouldn't have to work another day in their lives.

Quatre Winner, pilot of Sandrock, decided to attend his family school, Winner School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His entire family had gone there, and he felt it to be one last tribute to his departed father. He offered full scholarships to the three other wizards, but they declined.

Duo Maxwell, pilot of Deathscythe, applied as a transfer student to several magicing schools. Many of them never took transfers, but he already had received several favorable responses. He hoped to get into Beauxbatons.

Trowa Barton, pilot of Heavyarms, planned to go back to the circus. Having just found out the Catherine Bloom was his biological sister, he longed to get to know the family he'd never dreamed of having.

Wufei Chang, pilot of Shenlong, was to go to his ancestors' native China. He had discovered his family's ancestral home and wished to repair it.

Heero Yuy, the pilot of Wing, had been accepted and enrolled into an engineering school on L1. Being the only Squib of the group, he realized that he might never be accepted into the wizarding world proper, and thus settled for living in the Muggle world for the rest of his life.

In one week, the boys were all to go their separate ways, maybe so far away that they might never see each other again.

***

Heero walked out onto the balcony of his and Duo's shared room and sat down beside Duo. They dangled their legs over the ledge; after all, they were only two floors up. Duo, being the more forward of the two-relationship-wise, anyway-inched his hands over to grasp Heero's. That was Heero's cue to lay his head on Duo's shoulder. The two had begun a tentative relationship months ago-after Heero rescued Duo from the OZ base-back when everything was a fight for survival, and none of them were sure they would live to see the next day. As a result of being together for so long during such stressful times, Heero and Duo had developed a sort of "sixth-sense" in regard to each other.

Heero knew that Duo was worried about what would happen between the two of them after the week was up. Hell, he himself was scared to death that he'd never see Duo again. Heero raised Duo hand to his lips and kissed it, trying to dispel part of their concern.

"Happy New Year," Heero said to Duo as the clock struck twelve, trying to inject some sense of normality into the otherwise tense situation. "Did you make any resolutions?"

"Yeah," Duo said, unclasping his hand from Heero's. He brought an arm around Heero's shoulders and pulled his boyfriend tighter to him. The action made Heero think that Duo was trying to somehow pull him into Duo. He knew it was pathetic, but it was pathetically sweet. It made him feel better. Loved.

"And since I plan on them coming true anyway, I suppose I should go ahead and tell you. Actually, babe, I'll just read them to you," Duo said, and Heero supposed he didn't hear a hint of sadness in Duo's voice. Duo dug around in his pants pocket for a minute before pulling out a yellow, wadded-up piece of paper. He smoothed it out and turned to Heero.

" 'I, Duo Maxwell,' " he read, " 'resolve to to e-mail, owl, fire-call, or in some other way communicate with Heero Yuy at least twice a week for the next six months, until summer comes, and I can be with him again. I resolve to not look at any other man-or woman-as there would really be no point anyway. Heero Yuy is the sexiest son of a bitch in the universe and to compare anyone else to him would just be wrong and sad. I resolve to not cut my hair, no matter how much I may want to, because I know how much Heero loves it. Above all else, I resolve to bug Heero so much that-even if he is constantly bombarded with Muggle Adonises dropping in his lap and offering to feed him grapes while their identical twin brothers fan him-he will not forget me, and will be so overcome with guilt if he does, that he will send me naked pictures of himself doing naughty stuff with fun toys.' "

Heero was laughing so hard by the time Duo finished-hard for Heero, anyway. His laugh was so low that no other than Duo could hear him doing something so un-Heeroish. As the force of suppressing his laugh made him convulse, he grabbed onto Duo's shirt and buried his face in the other's neck.

I really wish that I could make your resolutions come true, Heero thought, sadly, after he'd gotten his laughter under control, but that's not going to happen. I'm not going where you think I am, and I can't tell you where I am going. There's too much at stake, and Quatre's right. You'll never understand.

"I made a resolution, too, Duo," Heero said, his voice thick with sorrow, which he hoped Duo would mistake as a consequence of his laughter. He kissed Duo's neck, hoping to bring both of their attention away from the fact that they would be leaving each other in a week. Heero licked Duo's neck and purred when it elicited the desired response. "Well, it's actually more of a fantasy..." Heero trailed off when he noticed Duo looking at him lecherously. "Oh, you've had that fantasy, too?"

Heero disengaged himself from his boyfriend and strutted into their room, shaking his ass in just the way Duo liked. Duo growled-quite sexily, Heero thought-and took after him like a shot. Heero was on the bed, spread out wantonly, by the time Duo entered the room. Heero smirked mischievously up at Duo and brought one sock-clad foot up to rest on the quilt.

"Lock the door, Duo," Heero said in his huskiest bedroom voice, which-he had to admit-was quite the lust-inducer in his boyfriend. "Then come over here and play with me."

Duo visibly twitched at that. He barely took his eyes off Heero as he locked the door and turned off the lights.

Tonight, Heero planned to go farther with Duo than he ever had before. As long as they'd been together, Heero and Duo had never done more than jerk off each together. Heero knew Duo wanted to go farther-he could see it in his eyes every time Heero made him stop-but he would be able to do it. Tonight, Heero planned to give himself over to Duo, to show just how much he cared for the other.

"Mmm, Duo, why are you all the way over there?" Heero purred when he realized that Duo had stopped and was just standing by the bed, staring at Heero. Heero fumbled for the buttons on his shirt, spreading his legs further. "Come over here and help me get this off."

That seemed to snap Duo out of his Heero-induced stupor, and he pounced. The two rolled on the bed, and Duo ended up on top, between Heero's spread legs. He leaned down to kiss Heero, but Heero stopped him.

"No," Heero said, holding Duo at bay. "I want to try something different tonight." To make sure his boyfriend understood exactly what he was saying, Heero reached between their bodies and grabbed Duo's still-clothed cock. "I want you inside me."

"Are you sure?" Duo asked, his eyes going wide.

Heero could understand his disbelief-many times Heero had said "yes" only to change his mind soon after. "Yes," he moaned, only this time he didn't plan on changing his mind.

Quickly, Duo drew his wand from his pocket-oak wood, ten inches, with a Valkyrie claw core-and whispered, "Nudus." Both young men were stripped of their clothes. Duo groaned when their bodies touched for the first time without any boundaries.

Heero grabbed onto Duo's hair-still bound in its ever-present braid-and pulled his soon-to-be lover into a kiss. A wet, sloppy kiss that professed all that he could not say in words. Duo pulled out of the kiss and whispered, "Laxo."

Heero squeaked, then groaned, then moaned, as the muscles in his ass loosened. The spell also acted as a lubricant. He'd never been prepared so quickly before, but then, his previous lovers had been neither magical-with a few exceptions-or particularly worried about his comfort during the act. The fact that Duo-who Heero knew was a virgin-knew that spell drove home the fact that Duo really cared for him.

Duo grasped Heero's hips and slowly slid into Heero's ass. Duo went fast, to Heero's surprise. He always expected that Duo would be slow and gentle the first time they made love. Heero grabbed onto the headboard as Duo pounded into him.

"Ahh, yes," Heero cried as Duo finally hit his prostate. His entire body spasmed, and he clenched tigher onto Duo. Duo leaned down to suckle at Heero's neck, just at that exact spot Heero loved. Heero reached up to pull Duo's head closer to him and held him at his neck. "Duo, Duo!"

Heero rocked up to meet Duo's thrusts, clenching his ass on every crest. Duo hit his spot one more time, and Heero came forcefully between their bodies.

"OhmygodDuoIloveyouohmygod!" Heero screamed as the intensity of his orgasm hit him. Heero let go of Duo and flopped limply onto the bed as Duo continued to ram into him.

Heero saw more than felt the moment before Duo's orgasm came. He stilled in midstroke, gasped, and then shuddered as he thrust the rest of the way in. After it was over, Duo pulled out and collapsed beside Heero. He grabbed his wand, which he had dropped earlier, and cast a simple cleaning charm on them.

"Good night," Heero whispered before cuddling up to Duo. Sex always made him dead tired.

"Happy New Year," Duo responded. "I love you."

Heero smiled. Maybe he could find a way to make this work out.

***

BANG! BANG, BANG, BANG!

Heero lifted his head drowsily from Duo's chest. What was that noise?That awful, horrible, loud noise? Heero stood up slowly-so as not to wake Duo, though if that noise didn't wake him, nothing short of an atomic blast would-and went to discover the source of the commotion.

Bang!

Heero heard it again-only a little quieter than before-but this time, he could make out that it was someone knocking at the door. He went over to answer it, only to find that it was Quatre.

"What do you want, Quat?" Heero asked grouchily, noticing that Quatre was looking at him funny. Heero loved Quatre dearly, but one did not just come banging on another's door before the sun even came up and expect a happy admission.

"The Maguanacs have found someone to, er, help you with your problem, but there's been a complication," Quatre said, sweeping into the room. "The man in question demands to speak with you."

"So, what's the problem?" Heero asked. "I'll just talk to him next week. We planned on looking for someone to help me then. That'll just save us the trouble, and we can get right down to the helping."

"And, see, that's the problem." Quatre said. "He wants to talk you now, not next week. As in ASAP."

"He's just going to have to wait," Heero said, panic rising in his voice as he realized what Quatre meant. Now wasn't as soon as possible. Next week was as soon as possible. He was supposed to have another week with Duo!

"He won't," Quatre insisted. "He wants to talk with you before midnight, or he'll walk out. The Maguanacs don't have the power to hold him if he wants to leave." Quatre looked at Heero pleadingly. "Please, Heero, we need to leave now."

"I can't even say goodbye?" Heero asked, knowing the answer before he even asked the question.

Quatre shook his head. "I'm sorry, but that would take time we don't have." Quatre hugged Heero in an almost-but-not-quite-bone-crushing hug. "I'll be waiting in the foyer while you pack, then we'll go. And, uh, put some clothes on."

Heero looked down at himself and flushed bright red as Quatre walked out of the room. He was completely naked, with love bites covering many parts of his body.

He got over his embarrassment quickly, though, as he realized that they were the last marks Duo would ever place on him. Tears slipped down his face as the full knowledge of all the things he and Duo wouldn't get to do together came crashing down upon him. They'd never cuddle on a loveseat as their friends teased them about their massive PDAs. They'd never walk on a beach with the waves crashing around their ankles, not worrying about OZ soldiers finding and attacking them. They'd never go on their first date in a public place, or do anything else together ever again.

Heero fell to his knees at the side of the bed and stared at Duo. He ran his fingers over his lover's face-from his forehead to his wide cobalt eyes (closed now), to his cute nose, to his full lips, just begging to be kissed. So Heero did.

"Ai shiteru," Heero whispered against Duo's mouth, admitting to himself for the first time that it really was true. He loved Duo. Even though he'd never told him that, Heero hoped that, somehow, Duo knew. "Maybe, someday, we can be together again."

Heero kissed Duo one last time and rose from the floor. He went to their pile of clothes-the Nudity Charm, designed to strip one quick and in a hurry, had piled their clothes in a big mess-and took out his clothes. He put them on, and his shoes, and left the room. He didn't really want anything here-with the exception of Duo, and that he couldn't have. They could get him anything he might need on L1.

Heero stepped into the foyer and saw Quatre standing there, looking at him with something akin to pity in his eyes. Heero tried not to look at him, didn't want to see what he knew was there.

"I wish you hadn't done that, hadn't slept with him," Quatre said to Heero as he gathered his own bags. "You know if he finds out, he'll never understand."

Nodding, Heero grabbed a suitcase. Heero knew that Duo wouldn't understand, period. He wouldn't know why Heero left him because Heero didn't tell him.

They stepped out of the house to the car that would take to them to the shuttle port and out of Duo's life. As Heero got into the car alongside Quatre and his sister Maddy, he looked back at the mansion, the last place he would ever see Duo Maxwell. His one and only Shinigami.

Selune