Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Everything You Want ❯ One-Shot

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Title: Everything You Want (1-9 & epilogue) Author: Katerina aka Shi-chan (utenakat@yahoo.com), [song by Vertical Horizon] Archive: GW Addiction, DF's Archive, Angel Eyes, Unknown Name1, & Unknown Name2 Category: Yaoi, Lime, Lemon (some parts), kinda of rape (?), Sap, Angst, almost all others Rating: NC-17 (in some parts) Pairings: 1+3, 4x2, 1+2, 4x3, 5+M ~~ He's everything you want He's everything you need He's everything inside of you That you wish you could be He says all the right things At exactly the right time but He means nothing to you And you don't know why ~~ Trowa looked down at the boy laying on the bed next him. 'Heero...' Heero was just to damn sexy for his own good, that's why the boy now lay entwinded in the emerald-eyed pilot's arms. Trowa furrowed his brow, why did this seem so wrong? Why did he have the feeling of unease when he looked at the boy that lay with him? Such an eloquent tongue Heero had -- when he spoke. That was one thing that had drawn him to the cold pilot. He was probably the only person on the face of the Earth -- strike that -- universe that could make the Heavyarms' pilot laugh. The smaller boy stirred, turning over to spoon up against him. Trowa watched the boy, why did it seem so wrong? Trowa wanted to be just like him. Able to ignore his emotions, able to give himself over to the mission... Trowa still mused over the question when Heero stirred once again. Trowa heard him whisper something, almost too faint to be heard. Almost. Trowa'd heard it... He had his answer. The reason for the wrongness was that they meant nothing to one another. They each had someone else. Trowa stood and looked at the peacefully sleeping boy one last time. Yes, this was the answer. He dressed quickly and packed his meager belongings. He stopped at the door, "Heero, show him your love... He needs you and I am sure you mean something to _him_..." He quickly strode from the room. Heero tossed in his sleep. His faint whisper was all that was heard as the light of dawn invaded the room. "Duo..." Owari 1 Heero stirred in his sleep, waking ever so slightly in the pre-dawn light. He knew something was wrong... more than one something. Trowa was awake and moving around. Leaving. He stopped at the door and turned around, "Heero, show him your love... He needs you and I am sure you mean something to _him_..." Heero stiffened as he heard those words. He meant nothing to Trowa? Did Trowa think he just an easy lay? Someone to help Heero ease the stress? But Trowa was right. There was someone else. That _someone_ was the one that Heero had been dreaming of. And Trowa knew. How? He must have talked in his sleep. 'I hope he's not mad, I don't want to loose him -- as a friend.' Heero decided he'd lain there long enough. He got up and dressed, collecting his duffle and left the dinky little motel. 'Heero, show him your love... He needs you and I am sure you mean something to _him_...' Trowa'd said. By him, did Trowa mean Duo? Yes, that was it. That was what he'd meant. Trowa'd heard him talking in his sleep... Heard the whispered name. Heero walked on towards the safe house that Quatre and Duo were staying at. He knew, from looking at the floor plans and knowing the boy, that Duo's room was on the second floor and off to the right. The window lay just above him, Heero ascended the wall and perched on the window sill. Awash in the moonlight, Duo looked elfin and small. The fey creature stirred in his sleep, calling out a name. Heero's name. Heero stood and walked over to the boy. Placing a hand gently on his shoulder, Heero leaned down and placed his lips on Duo's in a whisper of a kiss. Duo's eyes flew open and he tensed. He stared up at the cobalt eyes hovering inches from his own. "H-heero?" "Hn." Heero smiled slightly and kissed him deeper. Duo tried to pull away, but Heero held him firmly in place. He pulled away and smiled at the astonished boy, "I was told to come to you... to show you my love..." He whispered. "Show me... _your_ love..." Duo repeated. His face wore a perplexed expression. Heero nodded and kissed him again. "Yes, baka, _my_ love... I know that you love me... I've seen it, yet I..." He turned away, knowing that being with Trowa was not something he needed to tell the boy yet... yet being the operative word here. Eventually he would need to tell the boy... for the sake of trust. Duo blushed, was he that obvious? No, Heero and Trowa were quiet. Those who are quiet tend to see more than others. Heero'd said that he'd 'been told to come to him'. By who? Quatre, who knew, had been here the whole time, so not him. Wufei... well, Wufei didn't know because he hadn't spent _any_ time with Duo. So... Trowa? Could Trowa have told him? /Makes sense.../ he thought. Heero was kissing him again. For now, he thanked whatever God there was and decided to enjoy being with Heero and think about the rest later. Owari 2 (Note: Occurs about the same time {or before} part 1, lemon [more of a lime]{I felt the need to place a lemon scene in this one [sorry 'nee-chan]}, 4x2) Quatre looked in on the sleeping boy. He loved him, he knew that. But from what the other had said in the mist of the alcohol, he was in love with someone else. That someone didn't even know the boy existed. But Quatre did. He wanted to be the one to hold the angelic one. Why did Duo want Heero? What made the cold pilot so enticing? Quatre watched the boy sleep and he smiled. Maybe, just this once, he could be the one for the boy... He slipped into the bed next to Duo. The braided boy turned slightly and slung an arm over him. Quatre stilled, then dared to kiss those so tempting lips. Duo's eyes fluttered open and he looked startled. "Quatre?" "Hai, Duo... It's me..." "What are you doing he--" Quatre silenced him with another kiss and pulled him close to him. "No words," he said placing a finger on the now stilled lips. He kissed him again. Strangely Duo didn't try and pull away. Maybe he was afraid, Quatre thought as he pulled away slightly to look into those oh so deep violet eyes. No, no fear there. Just curiosity. Quatre took this as acceptance and rubbed his hands over the other's muscular back. Duo practically purred at the contact. Quatre moved his hands down and slipped them into the rim of Duo's boxers. Duo arched into him as Quatre's hands played over his firm buttocks. "Duo... I want you... please, for at least tonight, be mine..." Duo was too into the sensation of strong hands roaming over his body to contest the offer. He nodded his reply and Quatre stopped. Duo made a small noise of dismay as the hands left him, but to his delight they moved to rid him of his boxers and free his arousal. Quatre smiled at him and kissed his nose before he rid himself too of his clothing. "Lovely, let me..." Quatre said, cryptically and Duo blinked at him. Quatre situated himself between Duo's legs and began to once again stoke the boy's body, sending shivers of pleasure all through his body. He bent to kiss the boy, slowly moving down with mouth and hands until he reached the boys hard arousal. He glanced up to look into his beloved (soon to be lover's) eyes. Duo's eyes were dark with lust and need and alcohol. Quatre felt a pang of regret, but he didn't want Duo to remember this. He loved the boy, yes, but like he'd said before: Duo was in love with Heero. They made eye contact, then Quatre took him into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the boy's sex and recieving a deep groan from deep in the boy's throat. Quatre released the boy's sex after a while and moved to place himself in the fey boy. Duo moaned again and again as Quatre hit his spot over and over. Afterward, Duo lay sleeping in his arms, the alcohol and the exertion having sent him deep into slumber land. Quatre watched the rise and fall of his chest and brushed back the sweaty bangs. "Duo, I love you so much, but you belong to someone else... in your heart at least. I wish I could win you over, but this will have to be it for now." Laying a light kiss on the boy's forehead, he gathered his clothes and left the room. In his room, Quatre look at himself in the mirror. "How am I going to face him? Allah, what have I done?" Quatre laid his head in his hands and sighed heavily. "I am glad he won't remember... at least if he doesn't remember he can't be mad at me..." Quatre fumbled over to his bed and fell fast asleep, dreaming of his love. Owari 3 Duo woke up with the sun. His head felt like a little chibi-Deathscythe was destroying MSs in his head. He shifted on the bed, and winced. His ass hurt like hell. 'What the fuck?! Why am I sore?' he thought as he gingerly erected himself from the bed and went in search of clothes. He noticed that he was completely naked and the room had a faint musky odor. He slowly, as his brain refused to run faster than one word per second, pieced the information together. A: He had gotten drunk, at Quatre's insistance that they play a little game... with alcohol (Imagine that! Quatre, alcohol... although Quatre hadn't drank any...) B: He had been to plastered to make it back to his room, he knew that Quatre had helped him... C: He didn't remember anything about last night beyond passing out at the kitchen table. D: He was sore as hell, and he didn't know why! His brain tried to piece this together, but he came up with nill. His stomach grumbled. He'd think about this later, right now he had to get some food to appease his empty stomach. In the kitchen, Quatre was making breakfast. "Ohayo, Duo," he said. Rather too cheerfully, Duo thought. But this thought was over ridden but his hunger. "What'cha cooking, Quatre-kun?" he asked cheerfully. "Scrambled eggs..." "Yum!" Duo sat down. "Duo..." "Hm???" "Nevermind..." Quatre watched the braided boy scarf down the eggs and toast. Quatre shook his head. 'Good,' he thought, 'He doesn't remember...' The moved on about their daily activities waiting for word from the other pilots. Owari 4 Quatre looked in on the boy in his charge. Duo lay in the big feather bed that Quatre had insisted him use. The boy was endearing, sleeping peacefully awash in the pale light of the moon. Quatre caught sight of the dark figure perched on the window sill, also watching the eflin boy slumber. Heero. So he'd finally come to the boy. Quatre was envious that Duo could find his happiness so soon. Quatre loved the boy, but yet... there was someone else that was not him. He wanted to be the one to hold Duo's heart. But, maybe he loved him so much that he could let him go... Quatre smiled to himself and backed away from the slightly cracked door. That was just what he'd do. Smiling, he trekked back to his room. He lay down on his bed and fell asleep. Dreams of brown hair and soft skin flowed from all around, enfolding him in warmth. He was happy, but something plagued him. Who? Who was this wonderful warmth? Quatre woke in the early morning hours. He ventured down to the kitchen and began to make a meal for three. The smell of waffles and fresh coffee drifted up to the sleeping duo. (1) Cracking one indigo-violet eye, Duo slowly brought himself into consiousness. He had a sense of belonging... strong arms wrapped around his waist. He turned in the embrace and came face to face with the boy who held his heart. (2) He just couldn't resist the urge to kiss the pointed nose of the Japanese pilot. At the touch, Heero blinked open his eyes and gazed at the angel in his arms.. Duo smiled at him and kissed his lips. "I think Quatre has breakfast ready... wanna eat?" he inquired. "Hn. Do you think of nothing but food?" "I'm wounded. Of course I think of things other than food," he said giving Heero an hentai grin, "but right now, my stomach is growling and I need to break fast." "Aa, sustainance is required." "Gack! You sound like a science program," Duo laughed and tugged Heero out of the bed. The boy was still in his clothes, where as Duo had to dress. Heero took particular intrest in watching his love pull on each piece of clothing. Once Duo was dressed, they headed downstairs. "Ohayo, Duo, Heero," Quatre chirped as the two entered the kitchen. Duo blinked at the boy. Quatre didn't seem the least bit surprised that Heero was there. They sat down and ate the eggs and bacon. Quatre had made just enough for the three of them. 'Strange. It's as if Quatre expected Heero to be here...' Duo mused as he munched on a strip of bacon. After breakfast, Quatre exscused himself to do work on his Gundam. 'Why does it bother me so?' Quatre thought as he headed out to Sandrock, 'They don't act like anything has changed. And Duo had told me about how he feels about Heero... I should be happy for them... Why do I feel as if I am loosing something? It would be something I never had...' Quatre looked up at the morning sun, already high above the horizon. 'Trowa... where are you, Trowa?' (1) No pun/play on words intended... (2) ClichŽ! The muses scream clichŽ! Owari 5 Trowa scuttled up the walk. His mind flashed back to the night before. 'Heero, show him your love... He needs you and I am sure you mean something to _him_...' He'd seen the Japanese boy make the trek here. His heartached, but he was glad. Glad that that was not going to be on his mind. Glad that he could now figure out his own feelings. 'Heero, I dearly hope that you two are happy...' He almost turned from the path, instead he stopped and looked up at the second floor. He knew what -- who he was hoping to see. 'Quatre...' he thought, willing the little blonde hear him and come to the window. To his surprise, and utter delight -- 'Odd that...' -- the boy turned up making the trek to the house himself. The boy, seeming to sense his presence, looked up, and started. "Trowa? Is that you?" He queried. The taller boy nodded. "Ah, silent as ever I see..." Quatre mumbled, his tone wistful -- and sad. "Quatre, what's wrong?" "Hmm? Oh, nothing...nothing really," he said, smiling that endearing smile that seemed to melt the Heavyarms' pilot's heart. 'I fell something for _him_ that I never felt for Heero...What could it be?' "No, there's something wrong...could it be about Duo and Heero?" Trowa tentitively ventured his guess. To his amazement, Quatre's eyes widened and he slowly nodded. "Yes...I-I don't know...that and I feel really bad about something..." As the boy spoke, Trowa noticed the shame in the boy's face. "..." Trowa silently waited for him to continue, placing a comforting hand on the blonde boy's shoulder. Quatre looked up at him, shame still there -- but something else also shown in that face that could light up any room he entered and graced with his presence. "I-I really need to talk to _someone_ about it..." he paused, "Before it eats me alive with guilt." "Ok, lets go in and talk..." Trowa guided the reluctant boy up the stairs and into the house. ----- "...and that why I feel so bad, Trowa...I really feel bad that I took advantage of him...I just couldn't help myself..." He sniffed, "I knew he wasn't mine, but I did it anyway..." Trowa was shocked. Quatre and _Duo_! But Duo didn't know, had been drunk out of his wits at the time and Quatre out of shear despiration and need -- 'Well, that's sweetening it to make it sound better, now isn't it?' -- had taken advantage of this. This was so unlike Quatre that Trowa was at a loss for words (1). "I'm sorry, Trowa...I--I didn't know who I wanted...I don't think I know even now...I thought I wanted Duo...Maybe it was just that I was coveting something that wasn't mine for the shear thrill of it...but I couldn't stop and I know that that isn't an exscuse and doesn't make it any better..." Quatre took a shaking breath. "Quatre --" The Arabian looked up at him, terror and shame in his eyes. "I won't say that what you did is ok, or right, but I won't rebuke you...but I do think you should tell him..." Quatre recoiled in fear, "No, I can't! No! He'd hate me! I don't want him to hate me! I love him too much to bear it! No! I-I --!" He broke and tears flowed down his cheeks. Trowa made his decision. He leaned forward and gathered the boy in his arms. 'I care for you, Quatre...I only now realized it...I thought I loved Heero...but I found I was wrong...plus that he loved someone else also...so I left...' He pulled the boy's chin up to where there were looking into each other's eyes, "I came here...to tell you, I l-lo--" Quatre blinked at him grasping what he couldn't say. 'He loves me? D-do I love him?' Quatre thought, 'Yes, that must be it...my uchuu no kokoro was trying to tell me this all along...the is why I have anguished -- even more than I should have -- over what I did to Duo...' "I love you, too..." He hugged Trowa close to him, "Yes, that is it...that is why this hurt so much...what I did to him..." (1) I know that Trowa is often silent, but the reason he is silent here is because he cannot think of a single thing to say...I know that this is stupid sounding...this wrote itself...damn muses on a wacko spree! Owari 6 The next morning the four pilots were gathered at the kitchen table. With some proding from Trowa, Quatre admitted to Duo what he'd done. "... I'm sorry, Duo. I'll understand if you never want to talk to me again." Duo looked at him, "That was a nasty thing you did to me, but.. considering I was plastered... and don't remember it, other than the soreness the next morning , I forgive you... just this," and his face got serious and deadly, "Never do that again." Quatre looked like the kid who was caught stealing from the cookie jar, "I promise, Duo... I am so sorry... I--" Duo cut him off, "No, no more blabbering on about the past..." He looked at Heero and smiled, "We'd better be off... there's another school that we need to infiltrate..." With a sly grin and a toss of his braid, Duo was up the stairs and back again with his bags. As Heero dragged Duo out the door, the Shinigami pilot winked over his shoulder at the blonde and said, "'sides, Tro's a better find than m--eep!" The last was jolted out of him as Heero tugged him out the door. 'Tro's a better find than m--eep!' Quatre looked up at the taller pilot and started. There was a small -- more like tiny -- smile on the boy's face... and a faint blush. "Trowa..." "......" "Do you think he's right?" Trowa looked at him, suppressed laughter dancing in his eyes. ----- "Ne, Heero, where are we /really/ going?" "A school..." Duo was confused, so he sat back with a sigh and attempted to go to sleep. Heero's comment "...ter, but right now..." brought him out of his light doze. "... right now we are going to a safe house till we get word of which school it is..." and Heero grinned over at him. A sly, predatory grin, that told Duo exactly how they would pass their time. ----- 'Only one way to find out...' Trowa thought, but said, "I don't know..." grinning slyly, albeit a small sly grin, but it was there. "Only one way to find out..." said Quatre as he advanced on the taller pilot. Each step a graceful, fluid movement, that brought him closer to his sleek, handsom prey. Trowa lifted an eyebrow. "I'm gonna jump your bones," said Quatre as he slip his hands up Trowa's green turtle neck. "Oh, really..." Owari 7 "Ne, Heero, where are we /really/ going?" "A school..." Duo was confused, so he sat back with a sigh and attempted to go to sleep. Heero's comment ". . .ter, but right now. . ." brought him out of his light doze. "... right now we are going to a safe house till we get word of which school it is..." and Heero grinned over at him. A sly, predatory grin, that told Duo exactly how they would pass their time. ". . .Saaaa. . ." he purred, "You gonna make me yours, hmmmmmm?" Heero spared a glance over at him, "Maybe." Duo looked hurt, "Maybe!?" He sputtered, but he knew that Heero was kidding him. Right? He decided to turn on the radio, ::. . .I hear you call my name and it feels like home -- Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there, just a muse to me, you are a mystery, just like a dream, you are not what you seem, just like a prayer your face, your voice can take me there. . .:: He practically glowed at Heero and sang along with the lyrics. Although he wouldn't admit it, Heero was happy with this. . . Duo had a great voice and this song was greatly improved by his tenor. Not just that, Duo was singing the lyrics to /him/. 'Hn... mine...' he thought as he concentrated on the road. ----- "Oh, really..." "Aa..." Quatre said as he pushed the turtle neck out of his way and latched onto one of Trowa's nipples. "Mmmmmmm..." Trowa moaned as Quatre teased the dark flesh with his tongue. He brought his free hand up to rub over the neglected nipple. Releasing Trowa's nipple from his mouth, Quatre began trailing nipping kisses all over Trowa's neck and collarbone. He then yanked the shirt over Trowa's head to where the tall pilot was blind to his surroundings. "Quatre...?" "Mmmmm?" Quatre replied, tugging the dark shirt the rest of the way off. "........" Quatre's gaze was positively wicked, his eyes flashed as he ducked down to unbutton Trowa's tight jeans. He teased the zipper slowly -- ever so slowly -- downward. Once he was unzipped, Quatre lowered Trowa's tight jeans enjoying how the taller pilot's arousal sprang forward for him in the folds of his cotton boxers. Standing up, he pushed Trowa back onto the bed. "I love you..." he said kissing the sensitive skin of Trowa's inner thighs. All Trowa could manage in response was to groan. Quatre pulled Trowa's pants all the way off, followed by the plaid boxers. He stood back and admired the flushed, naked boy before him. Tonight was going to be a feast. Trowa pushed himself up onto his elbows as Quatre just stood there, looking at him. The blond smiled and slowly began to remove his own clothing, piece by piece. He took his vest off then began to slowly shuck his shirt, pulling it over one shoulder, revieling the milky white flesh. He rolled his shouler, sending a sultry smile Trowa's way as he kissed his shoulder... an invitation. He moved to his belt... pulling it off in one swift movement, tossing it to the floor. He unbuttoned his pants and slid them and his undershorts down his smoothe legs, stepping out of them and bending to toss them aside (while giving Trowa a nice view of his naked ass). Moving back to his shirt, he fumbled demurely with the buttons slowly revieling his toned chest and pink nipples. Trowa oggled at the nude beauty stalking towards him. Then fear gripped his stomach... he wanted Quatre.. but... "Quatre...?" he said. The blond stopped, blinking at him. "What is it Trowa?" "I... I don't know..." "I understand," Quatre said as he climbed onto the bed with him. He kissed him deeply, "We don't have to, not that... not till you're ready..." "I... I want... I want too... demo..." "You're afraid... it's alright..." Quatre moved, placing himself between Trowa's legs. He smiled evily, "There *are* other things we can do..." with that he lowered his head to take in Trowa's entire lenght. Using his tongue to drive the tall pilot close to ecstasy then deny him until he was ready, he began to drive Trowa mad with desire and need. Quatre's talented tongue made him forget all his worries, soon he was moaning with pleasure, "Quatre..." "Mmmmmm..." he murmured, the sound vibrating Trowa's shaft, sending him moaning again. "I... I want you... i-in me..." he breathed. "Whatever you want... Trowa..." Quatre said releasing him and reaching over to the table. He slathered the lubricant on his fingers and began to work Trowa, stretching him, stroking his inner walls just right. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." was the breathy moan. After a time, Quatre decided he was ready and moved to position himself at Trowa's entrance, lubing himself thickly. "Ready Trowa?" he asked. Trowa nodded slightly and Quatre began to slide into him slowly, giving him time to adjust to the new sensation of being filled. When he was sure Trowa was ready to take it further he began to move his hips, pumping in and out. When he worked up a good rhythme he moved a hand around to grasp Trowa's need, pumping in time with his thrusts. Soon they were both panting and screaming in ecstasy as Quatre pumped his seed into Trowa and Trowa spilled himself all over his stomahc and Quatre's hand. Exhausted Quatre collapsed onto his love, not bothering to pull out just yet. When the after shocks passed, he pulled out and crawled up next to the silent boy. "I love you, Trowa..." he said as he drifted into a sated sleep. Trowa closed his eyes, letting himself fall into oblivion too. Owari 8 Duo lay contented in Heero's strong arms, he loved to just lay there and inhale the exotic scent that was Heero. "Ai shiteru..." he murmured sleepily. "Aa, ai shiteru yo, Duo..." Heero whispered back. Duo fell into a deep contented sleep. Heero looked at the sleeping boy in his arms. "Yes, Ai shiteru, Duo, itsuma demo, zutto..." ----- Quatre snuggled in the tall pilot's arms. 'Ah, Trowa,' he thought, 'if this is heaven, never let me leave...' Trowa shifted slightly in his sleep. "Ai shiteru, Quat..." he mumbled in his sleep. The blond boy turned just enough to plant a chaste kiss on the emerald eyed boy's soft lips, "Aa, I love you too, Tro..." ----- Wufei looked up from the pile of paper work to see 4 shooting stars fade into the night sky. He felt a profound peace as he realised that he four friends must have found what their restless hearts had been searching for. He was glad. He gazed at the photo that sat in a stainless steel frame on his desk. 'I am at peace, beloved, thank you for letting me know...' Meiran's eyes danced with happiness and Wufei knew that she was happy to have helped him feel at ease. He would love her forever, even though she was beyond him now, he'd meet up with her again... that's how soul mates worked... always to meet... "Isn't that true, Mei-chan..." he asked the picture. 'Hai, my Wu-bear, it is...' Owari 9 Stars dance in the night sky, always eternal in their light. Six souls alight the heavens with the power of their love, as brightly burning as the brightest star in the night sky. An eternal dance of life and death, yet still the souls meet... this is the power of their love and friendship for one another. Each of them looking hard in each life, striving to find their true love... hoping to find the one that is everything they want... Owari epilogue -finis-