Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Every Breath You Take ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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Every Breath You Take
By Lady K

Chapter 4

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"AAAAAAHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOO!" Duo howled inside his room, "How could I've been so stupid!! Arg! I could kill myself!" He finished throwing himself headfirst unto his bed in utter frustration.

Duo, baby, you're slipping… this peace is making you soft. He berated himself. I should have seen that one coming and placed cameras outside. On second thought, maybe I couldn't have seen that one coming. Arg! … wait, Heero!!!

He jumped out of bed and went to take a look at Heero.

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"Quatre!!!" cried Heero as he violently stood up overturning his chair and startling the rest of the room's occupants. Heero looked wildly around him as if searching for a target.

"Heero!! What is the matter with you?" Lady Une questioned him with urgency, afraid of the look that had come into his eyes.

Heero tried to regain control and to open his clenched mouth. "We need Quatre to come and help us right away." He spoke slowly and menacingly.

"Why? I think we're doing pretty well," answered Zechs in confusion.

Who asked you? Whispered Heero to himself, as he glared at Zechs for his interference.

"Why? Quatre owns half the colonies, he has access to all kinds of vital information."

"That's right Heero, but I didn't ask him to come, because I knew he was going to be busy taking care of Relena. If we ask him to come, who will watch over Relena during her vacation?" Lady Une asked calmly, as she tried to penetrate through Heero and understand his sudden outburst.

"Trowa, Trowa can watch her," replied Heero without thinking, as he rushed to grab the phone and call Quatre.

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Quatre closed his eyes and tried not think about what was pressing against him. Think about what Heero would do to you if he ever found out. He felt his shirt being pulled out of his pants, Sorry, Heero, this is too much, I'm human dammit.

"Relena why are taking my shirt off?"

"I can't pull the dress up! It seems to be stuck." Her hands wandered trying to find the problem. But Quatre just felt her hand on his stomach and chest, the inevitable male reaction started to assert itself.

"Relena do you want me to help you?" he whispered huskily.

"No! Don't look down!" Relena's nervousness made her clumsy but she finally found the problem, one of Quatre's shirt buttons had become entangled with the decorations in front of the dress. She tried to pry it loose, but they were so close together and the dress was so tight that she couldn't. "On second thought, you better help me. Noo! Don't open your eyes! Just reach in my back and pull the zipper down."

Quatre's trembling fingers searched for the zipper and slowly like a caress slipped the zipper down. Relena involuntarily shuddered, her body wasn't as unaware as she wished to their position.

"Beep! Beep!"

"Damn! It's my comlink." Quatre reached into his pant pocket and retrieved the comlink while his other arm still embraced Relena.

"…. Heero!?" he said his voice strangling.