Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Wing and the Gods of Thunder ❯ A Typical Night ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6: A Typical Night

“What's Freya going on about?” Duo asked. He nodded toward the goddess, who was seated next to Odin.

Odin had a pained look on his face. Freya was whispering furiously in his ear, frequently pointing at Zechs, then at Quatre and then at herself, all the while gesturing fiercely with her other hand.

“Oh, she's just a little miffed because Zechs is having a baby and Quatre had a baby and she can't get pregnant,” said Trowa. “She thinks it's distinctly unfair that two men have done what she cannot.” He grinned. “That's almost a direct quote.”

“She's got a point,” Duo said.

“True, but it's not like we did it deliberately to spite her,” Quatre said. “I mean, my baby was an accident.”

“I was?” Roku looked up.

Quatre smiled at him. “Yes, but you were a happy accident.”

“He says that now!” Duo whispered loudly. “At the time, as I recall, he kept threatening to flay us.”

Quatre glowered at him. “I still can.”

Duo blinked innocently. “I didn't say anything.”

“We all feel for Freya,” Heimdall put in morosely. “It's not as though most of us haven't tried, but we gods are notoriously infertile.”

“Wouldn't Valhalla get awfully crowded if that were not so?” asked Treize. “You are immortal.”

“That's true, but one can hardly make that argument to Freya, especially after Brunhilde had her boy.” Heimdall leaned toward the others and lowered his voice. “Freya and Brunhilde have never gotten along and Brunhilde's son looks too much like Frey to suit Freya, on top of it.”

Freya concluded her statement to Odin and sat back with arms crossed.

“What do you think Odin will do?” asked Quatre.

“Probably nothing.” Heimdall shrugged. “I expect he'll sneak off to Midgard for a few days and dally with a couple of buxom maidens until he forgets about it.”

“Not handsome boys?” Trowa grumbled.

“Maybe a few of those, too. Odin's not picky.” Heimdall grinned at Quatre. “Although he does like them pretty, in either case.”

Trowa growled something unrepeatable.

Heero and Wu-Fei came over to their table.

“Hey, Duo,” said Heero, “there are some guys over there talking about starting some game. I think it involves throwing knives at a spot on the floor and whoever gets closest wins.”

“That sounds like fun. You gonna play?”

“I was thinking about it.”

“Cool! Let's go!”

Duo went off with Heero and Wu-Fei sat down.

“How was the battle?” Treize asked.

“It was pretty fun. These guys don't hold back when they fight. It got pretty wild, with swords and axes swinging in all directions. I had to get pretty acrobatic to keep from getting skewered. I admit I used my dragon scales to turn a few blows.”

Heimdall raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Your scales can turn an axe?”

“Yeah. They feel soft, but they're impenetrable.”

“Hey, now that I think about,” Quatre interrupted, “you can't get killed, can you? Didn't Gift give you one of his teeth and say it made you un-killable?”

“Yeah, but I still don't plan on relying on that. He didn't say anything about dismemberment, blinding, broken bones or other totally unpleasant things that can happen to a fellow in a fight.”

“Good point.”

“I saw you fighting, Papa Wu-Fei. You were good.”

“Thank you, Roku. Was that you I saw flying over the battlefield?”

“Yup.”

“Good job staying out of the way.”

Roku grinned and dug into another haunch of mutton. “Flying is hard work.”

A roar of shouting and laughter rose up near the center of the room.

“Sounds like that game is getting pretty exciting,” Trowa said. “Let's go watch.” He, Quatre, Wu-Fei, Treize, Zechs, Roku and a stiffly moving Heimdall worked their way over to where they could see the contest.

“You call that a throw?” someone shouted just as they arrived. The muscular speaker had a thick red beard and yellow hair. “That knife is barely sticking in the floor.”

Duo waggled a finger at him. “I thought the point was accuracy, not depth.”

“Well, yes, but…”

“Your throw, Borgurd!” someone else shouted. “Quit making excuses and throw.”

Borgurd made a show of positioning himself, hefting his knife and testing the weight and balance until the watchers began shouting lewd comments and pelting him with bones. Borgurd glared around at everyone, raised his knife and threw it with a sharp snap of his wrist. It hit the floor at too shallow an angle and bounced off, sending people diving out of the way.

“You call that a throw?” Duo sneered.

Borgurd flushed angrily. “What?! I didn't see you on the battlefield today! I don't have to take that!” He charged at Duo. Duo sidestepped him and kicked him in the butt as he went by.

Duo winked at Heimdall. “His butt is not cute.”

Heimdall's face turned scarlet again.

Borgurd let out an angry roar. He charged at Duo once more. This time, Duo stepped back, braced himself and kicked Borgurd square in the gut. Borgurd stopped in his tracks and lost all color in his face. He doubled over, gasping vainly for air, and slowly toppled over onto one side, wheezing helplessly.

A roar of approval went up and numerous hands clapped Duo on the back.

“Well done, man!”

“That's how you bring down a charging boar!”

“Let's have a drink on that!”

Everyone reached for tankards of mead and drained them.

“All right, drag Borgurd out of the way,” said a tall man with long blond hair braided with leather strips. “It's time for round three.”

“Aim for this spot,” someone said and poured a pool of mead on the floor. Everyone stepped back to give the contestants room.

The man with blond braids went first, sticking his knife just outside the marked spot.

“Good throw!”

Another man threw and missed, and then a muscular young woman whose tawny hair was done in a single long plait down her back stepped up.

“You men!” she huffed. “Let a woman show you how it's done.” She snapped her arm forward sharply and her knife dug into the floor well inside the wet mark left by the mead.

“Well thrown, Brunhilde!”

“Best that, if you can!” Brunhilde smiled proudly.

Heero stepped forward. Without a word, he flicked his knife through the air and it gouged deep into the floor almost in the exact center of the target. Brunhilde stared with her mouth open.

“Not the most ladylike expression,” Zechs whispered to Treize.

“Be charming, my love.”

No one else could get as close to the mark as Heero, so he was declared the winner of that round. New throwers moved up for the next round and Brunhilde stepped over to clasp Heero by the shoulder. She looked him up and down and smiled broadly.

“You're a slight fellow but perhaps you make up for it elsewhere.”

Duo laughed out loud. “Oh he's got it where it counts, lady.”

Heero glared at him.

Brunhilde practically leered at Heero. “Perhaps a quick ride in the furs is in order. I like a man who can best me.”

Heero went pale. “Um… Well… I think I need another cup of mead.” He made a break for the nearest table.

Brunhilde frowned. “Does he think I offer myself to just any man? I am a Valkyrie!”

“Don't take it personally, lady. Heero's got a thing about strong women.” Duo grinned maliciously. “You aren't the first one he's avoided, trust me.”

Brunhilde looked Duo up and down. “What about you? Now that I am in the mood, a quick bump appeals to me.”

“I wasn't on the battlefield today…”

“No matter.” Brunhilde grabbed his hand. “You bested Borgurd. That's good enough for me.” She dragged Duo away.

Heimdall's eyes went wide. “How can he? After all the times he…?” Involuntarily, he put a hand on his backside.

“That would be Duo,” Quatre said. “When it comes to drinking and sex, he's pretty much ready to go all the time. Let's go back to our table. Zechs looks like he needs to sit down.”

“You're very thoughtful, Quatre,” Zechs said.

“I remember what it was like. My feet used to swell up all the time. I couldn't stand up for more than five minutes at a time without them starting to hurt.”

“Now that you mention it,” Zechs replied thoughtfully, “my feet have been bothering me. But it never occurred to me they might be swelling up.”

“You should put them up tonight.” Quatre winked at Treize. “Someone who cares about you might even offer to rub them for you.”

Treize immediately put his arm around Zechs' waist. “You do not even need to ask, my beloved. I love touching your feet.”

Zechs favored him with a seductive smile. “Touching them? With your tongue maybe. It seems like you're always licking my toes.”

“Why not?” Treize purred. “It puts you in the most delightful mood.” He nuzzled Zechs' neck. “Maybe we should go back to Frey's house before your feet swell any more and take care of that problem right now. I hate the idea of you suffering in any way.”

“You're so thoughtful.” Zechs turned to the others. “If you will excuse us, I think we will return to the house now so I can relax.” He fixed Treize with a sweetly suggestive smile. “Perhaps we can take a bath.”

Treize drew in a quick breath. “Yes, a bath sounds nice.” He led Zechs away.

“Hmm…” said Trowa. “I don't need Duo's ability to see that Treize is thinking about getting Zechs naked and wet.” He grinned at Quatre. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

Quatre frowned. “Would you mind not airing your lustful ideas in front of the child?”

“What?” Trowa looked around. “Roku's way over there watching Heero throw knives.”

“Don't worry Quatre,” Wu-Fei said. “You can go with Trowa if you want to. I'll either take Roku to Heimdall's house with me or walk him back to Frey's house later. Although, you realize, he's probably safer here than we are.”

“I know,” Quatre muttered. “I just can't help worrying, that's all.”

“Come on, Quatre,” Trowa urged. “Let's go back to the house and take a bath. I'll scrub your back.”

Quatre smiled. “Oh, all right. Who can pass up an offer like that?”

“Certainly not Wu-Fei!” Trowa laughed.

“Oh, go and bathe!” Wu-Fei grumbled. He scratched his shoulder.

“Is your back itching again?” Heimdall asked.

“Just a little. I need to put on more oil.”

“I would be pleased to help you with that,” Heimdall offered.

Wu-Fei stared at him suspiciously. “You don't have an ulterior motive do you? Half the time, when Duo oils my back, I end up getting fucked as well.”

Heimdall blushed furiously. “I have no such intentions, I assure you! Only Freya draws out that inclination in me.”

“Then I accept your kind offer,” Wu-Fei said with a grin. “I'll get the oil from Roku. We can probably just go over by the wall and do it. No one's sleeping yet so it's pretty quiet over there.”

“Except for those engaged in amorous activity.”

“Yeah, but they're not going to pay any attention to us.”

Certainly Duo was not going to, since he was far too busy keeping Brunhilde amused.

“You are well-endowed for such a slender youth,” Brunhilde proclaimed delightedly as she straddled Duo. “I would not have expected it, for I've seen many a larger man present less. I think I've chosen my bedmate well tonight.”

“Bedmate!” Duo exclaimed. “You said this was just a quick bump!”

“That was before I saw what you had to offer. Now I'm thinking a more leisurely ride of several hours may be called for.”

“What if I have other plans?”

“How can you even think of such when you have Brunhilde to hold?” She rode up and down on him with great enthusiasm. “The night is long, young Duo, and you have the honor of spending it with a Valkyrie. Count your blessings!”

“At least there's only one of you,” Duo groaned.

Just then, a pretty young woman with bright yellow hair peeked over Brunhilde's shoulder. “Who've you got there, Brunhilde? Is he one of the visitors?”

“Yes!” Brunhilde huffed breathlessly.

“He's cute! You're not going to use him all up are you?”

“Finders keepers!” Brunhilde grunted.

“Oh, be generous, Brunhilde!” the blond exclaimed. “There are men enough waiting to have a go at you. Sharing is a virtue!”

“How come you're always after the men I've got, Haldeth?” Brunhilde complained.

“Because maybe then I will have a baby too!”

“I'm not getting anybody pregnant!” Duo interrupted loudly.

“Don't be stingy!” Haldeth retorted with a giggle. “What else is your seed for?”

“Give us some peace, Haldeth!” Brunhilde cried. “How are we to enjoy ourselves with you nagging at us? Go have a round or two with Thor. You know he favors you.”

“Oh fine!” Haldeth pouted. She waggled a finger at Duo. “I'll look for you tomorrow night.”

“Oh great!”

“Think not on her,” Brunhilde said. She kissed Duo on the nose. “When Brunhilde the Valkyrie rides, all men take note!”

In fact, the pair of them had acquired an audience, who were making bets on which of them would come first, whether Brunhilde would demand two or three climaxes before she rested, and whether Duo would be equal to the task.

Wu-Fei and Heimdall joined Heero, who was watching the action with a critical eye.

Wu-Fei wriggled his shoulders contentedly. “What's going on?”

“We're betting on Duo and Brunhilde,” Heero replied. He nudged Heimdall, who was watching with an expression bordering on awe. “You should get in on the betting, Heimdall. Put all your money on Duo outlasting her.”

“But how can he?” Heimdall lowered his voice and spoke with some embarrassment. “Earlier today, your friend, ah, induced me to allow him to, ah…”

“Actually, I heard about that,” Heero said. He shrugged slightly. “I might have let it slip to one or two fellows. They'll think Duo can't possibly have the capacity. You'll make a fortune.”

“But I have no real need for money. And what will the heroes think of me for letting a mere mortal…” He flushed.

“It's not the money, it's winning,” Heero said pointedly. “You can give the money to Duo if you like. He loves money.” Heero glanced around at the heroes. “And I honestly don't think they care that you got your ass fucked. It happens sometimes.”

Heimdall blinked at Heero for a moment and then managed a weak grin. “Why not? Maybe a few bets wouldn't hurt.” He wandered over to the nearest heroes and joined the wagering.

Wu-Fei looked disgusted. “We obviously need to find something for Duo to do. He's really getting out of hand.”

“He's just bored.”

“That's what I mean. He hasn't really done any killing lately. He does like to call himself the god of death. He needs to go with us to fight with the heroes next time.”

“Yeah, but that's not for a couple of days, remember?”

“Perhaps I can be of assistance,” said a smooth, silky voice.

Heero and Wu-Fei turned to regard the speaker; a short, slender man with straight black hair trimmed just above his shoulders and bright green eyes.

The man bowed slightly. “I am Loki. Your friend interests me very much. His capacity for sensual enjoyment is most impressive.”

“Yeah, nobody can eat, drink or fuck like Duo,” Heero said.

“So it would seem,” Loki replied with sparkling eyes. “Even the mighty Odin could not match him. That is a feat I have never seen in all my long years. It would please me very much to entertain your friend for a few days, until the battles resume. I have many pursuits which he might find enjoyable.”

“That's kind of you to offer,” Wu-Fei said. “But these pursuits wouldn't bring him to any real harm, would they? Duo's a pain in the ass, but he's still our friend.”

“Believe me, I would never allow such a delightful fellow to come to harm.” Loki chuckled gleefully. “I think you will find he and I share many common traits. I will fetch him tomorrow morning, for I think Brunhilde means to keep him occupied tonight.”

They all glanced at the pair, who were urgently working their way toward a loud climax.

“It does look that way,” Wu-Fei agreed.

Loki inclined his head. “Until tomorrow then.” He glided smoothly away.

“I'm not sure I trust that guy,” Heero muttered.

Wu-Fei nodded. “Hey, where's Roku?” He looked around. “Roku!”

“I'm over here, Papa Wu-Fei!” Roku sat up on his hind legs on a table and waved at Wu-Fei with his front paws.

Wu-Fei walked over to the table. “What are you doing?”

“Stashing some bread and cheese for snacks later. Papa Duo thought at me to go somewhere else when the lady wanted to be naughty.” Roku grinned. “He was thinking that Mama would skin him if he found out Papa Duo let me see him being naughty.”

“That was probably wise thinking on Duo's part. Are you getting sleepy? You look like you could use a bath.”

“I am kind of sleepy.”

“Do you want to go to Heimdall's house with me or go back to Frey's with Papa Heero?”

“Can I go with Papa Heero? He gives fun baths.”

“Sure. Let's go get him.”

The two of them walked over to Heero.

“Hey, Heero, Roku wants you to give him a bath.”

“Who, me?”

“Yeah, you. I'm going over to Heimdall's, so Roku can sleep with you.”

“Fine, but no purring. It keeps me awake.”

“Ok. Can we play mobile suit attack in the bathtub?”

“Sure, but no slashing holes in me this time. Quatre never believes me when I say it doesn't hurt and I don't want to get you in trouble.”

“You're a great papa, Papa Heero.”

“Thanks, Roku.”