Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ In the City at Night ❯ Playing With Time ii ( Chapter 28 )

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Playing With Time ii

"Ack! Rape!" Quatre was laughing too hard as he dodged around tables and poles for the cry to be headed by any random passer-by.

"I hate to say it, Q," Tro muttered somewhat blandly, "But you can't rape the willing."

Quatre laughed evilly and dodged under a table, emerging on the other side and darting toward Paris.

"That's, actually, not very funny," Paris noted to Trowa with a small frown.

Tro considered the tall man a moment and shrugged, "He should be shouting fire. That'd get someone's attention."

"Give me my damn phone!" Heero ordered, jumping on top of another table to leap after the fleet-footed blond.

Jordan opened Heero's vibrating cell phone with interest, hoping it'd be the guy who'd ordered him to Sins. "Heyo?"

"Jordan?" Shin asked uncertainly. "Did you steal his phone again?"

"Only a little bit," Jordan reassured her.

Shin giggled, then sighed. "I need to talk to him...is there any chance?"

"Cash issues?"

She sighed, "Yeah...I'm screwed on a few bills."

"Hm," Jordan considered the likelihood of him escaping Heero when the man realized he was talking to his girlfriend not ten feet from him. "You realize I'm gonna get skinned alive here, right?"

Shin giggled, "I'll appreciate the sacrifice."

Jordan laughed, and it was at that point that a flash of silver at Jordan's waist caught Heero's eyes and he focused on the two phones.

Quatre stopped running, bending over and resting one hand on the bench of the table beside Paris as he both caught his breath and laughed harder.

"Um...love you babes...gotta fly...like the wind."

Shin giggled naughtily and Jordan threw the phone at Heero...before turning and flat-running toward his car.

"I'm gonna kick your ass, Maxwell!" Heero informed him, giving chase.

Jordan felt a moment of happy thrill at the old game...he hadn't been chased in ages. The others had died laughing again as well, and Jordan darted around his car, bracing himself against the trunk as he met Heero's eyes.

Heero's tone may have been angry and threatening, but his eyes were sparkling. "I'm gonna beat you down..."

"Maybe you should talk to Shin first," Jor suggested, feinting slightly.

"What?" Heero asked, stopping the game instantly to look at his phone, then raise it to his ear. "Oh, god, baby...sorry..."

Jordan could hear her laughing.

X x X x X

"Danielle?" Jordan asked blankly, focusing on the slight girl in amazement. She was wearing a small dress that fell to her knees. Her hair was pulled up in a fashion that suggested care, and her make-up was...artfully pretty. Not too thick, but just enough of shading to accentuate her natural appeal.

"Hi, Jordan," she returned, moving around him to offer her hands to Wufei. "Hi, Fei."

"You look lovely," Wufei muttered, leaning in to kiss her cheek and take her hand as he smiled at her. "I'm glad you came."

Jordan stared at them in disbelief.

"No wonder you've been smiling for the last hour," Trowa muttered, smiling at the girl himself as he held Deb's hand. "You do look very good, Miss Duvall."

"Thank you, Monsieur Barton," she smiled at him, then smiled at Chai. "White makes you look evil."

Chai's amethyst eyes flashed her own amusement as she looked down to the white top that showed some of her midriff, then the flowing white pants over her white sandals. "You can't hide your true nature, I guess..."

Danielle giggled.

"I'm surrounded by angels," Heero noted, looking the three neatly dressed women over, "And all I get is a pair of..." he gestured toward Quatre and Paris.

Quatre smacked him.

Danielle giggled more, moving over to kiss both the empaths on their cheeks, "I'm glad to see you come."

"Chance!"

Heero turned toward the street with an expression of dawning amusement on his face.

"When I said for you to come, I didn't think you'd bring anyone."

"What?" Heero asked blankly.

"When I called earlier...shit, I don't think your little kitties will be so hot on it."

Jordan started to snigger.

Heero stared at this other friend a moment, then shook his head and turned. "This is Jordan, Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei. The ladies are Deb, Chai, and Danielle...this is Paris. Guys, this is Chaz."

"He's mine!" Trowa announced delightedly, throwing himself at Heero's arm as he recognized the name of the man he'd fucked with so many months earlier. "You can't have him!"

Wufei, Quatre, and Paris died laughing as Jordan realized a bit belatedly what they were going on about.

"Um..." Chaz blinked at Trowa, then at Deb as the girl snickered.

"Well, on that note," Heero muttered, brushing Tro off slightly and pulling Paris toward him, "This is the boyfriend you talked to."

Paris blushed slightly, looking away.

"That was just shit, right?" Chaz asked uncertainly. "A bunch of fuck around shit?"

"Yeah, it was," Heero agreed, grinning slightly at Paris. "My dramatic friend here," he indicated Trowa, "just wanted to let you know who was who. What do you mean? You didn't call me today."

"Yeah...I..." Chaz frowned, looking the group over in confusion.

Jordan raised his hand, "Yeah, the whole 'don't say anything' threw me off."

Chaz's expression started to cherry.

"What?" Heero demanded, focusing on him. "What do you..."

"I forgot to mention that in talking everyone to come here tonight," Jordan smiled sweetly, indicating the front of the building. "My bad. Sorry."

Chaz opened his mouth as he looked to Jordan, and just as obviously decided not to say what he was thinking. He looked back to Heero, starting to shake his head and back off.

"Hey," Heero muttered, stepping forward.

"He's embarrassed," Quatre warned, studying the man.

"What?" Chaz demanded blankly, focusing on him uncertainly.

"I figured we could hit the buffet," Jordan noted before the guy could get too far, "then head for a few drinks, and Chance could excuse himself a bit and join us later."

Heero turned to look at him, blinking.

"So get out of here," Jordan ordered Heero pointedly. "There was a reason we all have dates and I didn't warn you."

Heero looked around the group, then focused on Paris and Quatre with a slight smirk.

"Don't say it," Quatre cut him off before he could speak. "For Jordan's sake...don't say it..."

"I think that's a 'god's sake,'" Tro noted to Deb.

The woman snickered again.

"Go," Jordan added, maneuvering Heero toward the front doors. "Meet us in the bar section in two hours."

"But..." Heero hesitated, but Wufei was taking some sort of pity for the poor friend standing not far away. The Chinese male moved up behind the guy and pushed him past Heero toward the front doors. Heero met his eyes a moment, then started moving after him, pointing at Jordan with a lightly veiled threat.

Jordan blew him a kiss and winked as he gave the guy another look.

"There was a reason you were saying me and you should take him out, wasn't there?" Chai muttered in amusement to her boyfriend. "And a reason you initially protested asking everyone to come."

"You sick bastard," Danielle muttered, reclaiming Wufei's arm with a happy smile on her face as she studied her superior.

Jordan started laughing.

X x X x X

The music was pounding as Jordan danced with Chai...and it seemed very right. It'd been months since they'd had a real night out together, and her jokes and attempts to pull him to the back room had reminded the re-instated soldier that she wasn't nearly so innocent as he'd started thinking of her.

The white of her clothing, as Danielle had noted, gave the girl a surreal look as her body moved and swayed to the pounding beat. It amused Jordan that he'd forgotten how badly he'd wanted her in Angels...watching her move, though...it had been a long five years, hadn't it?

A moment of distraction caused Jordan to turn his head as Chai started laughing, and suddenly he was face to face with Heero, who broke their dance as Wufei took Jordan's spot.

Jordan snorted, pulling away a healthy half-inch from his friend's body as Heero allowed his buzz to sink him into the music, dropping his head back with closed eyes.

Chai flashed Jordan a naughty smirk, focusing on Wufei, who had his mouth hovering over her skin. She made a slapping sort of gesture that he turned with...to see Danielle with an impishly reprimanding expression...and promptly started dancing with her. Jor's girlfriend moved up behind him and leaned to his ear, "Adonis never came through on his promises, now did he?"

Heero leaned forward to hear what she was saying, and Chai gave him a coy look before turning and sauntering off the dance floor with her hands in the air, holding her hair from her neck.

"What did she say?" Heero asked blankly.

Jordan rolled his eyes and shook his head...it didn't do to forget that Chai was Chai through and through.

"Oh..." Heero considered that a moment, but the pounding beat distracted him...and he decided he didn't need to think.

X x X x X

"Sorry about Chaz," Jordan muttered quietly in Heero's ear as the pilot lay half-passed out on his lap. "I meant to warn you about that."

"'s fine," Heero muttered, then his expression changed to uncomfortable. "I'm going to puke, you realize that don't you?"

"I may note again that this is not my car," Jordan reassured him in amusement.

"How's Fei doing?"

"I don't know how moral he is," Jordan returned, looking through the back windshield of Heero's SUV to his own little car.

Quatre's meds kept him from drinking, so he had control of the beast with a fairly drunk Paris in the passenger's seat. Heero was draped across the back seat of his thing and Chai was sitting with Deb in the middle seat. Trowa'd stopped drinking not long into their night, so he had control of Jordan's car...which also contained Wufei and Danielle in the back seat doing god-knows-what.

"I'd imagine he'll get lucky, though," Jor was still studying his own vehicle.

"Mm, not if he's serious about her."

"They're pretty drunk, though..."

"Wufei likes a quick bang, but he's also been lonely. I think he's interested in her for a long term, and that means he'll do things at a more measured pace...I mean, shit, she's had his attention since just after the fourth."

"So I'm blind?"

"No, he's subtle. He made sure they got along as friends before moving it forward. If you haven't watched him work before you don't really notice it until he does something like inviting her on a date out of seemingly nowhere."

"I take it you're not going to puke now?"

"No, I'm going to...but you reminded me that this is my own car," he turned his head and bit Jordan's thigh.

Jordan yelped, but couldn't exactly go anywhere as Paris started laughing and Chai gave him a look. "He bit me!"

Heero bit again, being sure it was hard enough to leave a bruise, then settled down again.

"You fucker," Jordan grumbled, trying to relax the tense from the throbbing area.

"Kinky," Deb noted to Chai, who started laughing happily.

"Shit, he's sated," Paris noted, looking around the edge of his seat to the group of them.

"Hey, Q?" Heero muttered, sitting up somewhat quickly.

"Need me to pull over?"

"Uh...yeah."

Quatre snorted, turning off the road as Deb dodged from the vehicle before it stopped...and Heero launched out the door.

"Sorry, pussycat," Jordan muttered, leaning forward to nip at Chai's earlobe. "It seems Adonis isn't up to any kind of performance."

Chai laughed evilly.

"I did not just hear that," Quatre muttered, looking in the review mirror at the pair of smirking faces.

"He'd have come up with some other reason anyway," Chai reassured the blond with a smirk. "I don't know why, but Jor just doesn't see what's so hot about you lot."

Jordan rolled his eyes as Quatre turned to blink at her properly.

"It's nights like this when I miss the enclave," Paris muttered, studying her over before looking back to Quatre. "How did you live with four guys?"

"First, it was three. Second, Heero's avenues have never been on the base. Third, there's a focus they get. Chai, unfortunately, is quite drunk and has the idea of a threesome in her brain...and all she has to do is get Jordan to agree."

Jordan snickered, "He found you out, didn't he?"

Chai laughed, running her hands through his hair before kissing at his chin.

"Shit," Quatre muttered, moving to sit forward with a sigh. "I really want to get drunk right now."

"Fuck your meds, then," Jordan muttered. "You're a big boy. Tell your therapist you want to see if your body has adjusted without the alteration or some shit. Use the...mm...use the Winner charm, blondie. You never had a hard time getting your own way before."

Heero stopped in the door to the car to study how very intent Chai was on her boyfriend, then snorted and climbed into the back seat as Deb climbed in and studied the pair beside her with interest.

Quatre sighed, looking to Paris, "Want me to drop you off at the M building?"

X x X x X

The week without Xane passed quietly, and somewhat boringly. Aside from Wufei showing up at Jordan's meetings with single daisies or chocolate bars almost daily, nothing of interest was going on.

"Is it just me, or do we have less fun without Mouthy?" Raul muttered, studying the petals Danielle was picking off one by one from her flower.

"I dunno, I think Danielle's fine with it."

She giggled, looking up to him before looking around at Riley with a grin. The two women smirked at each other as Danielle set the last petal on the pile and went to clean it up.

"You are not doing the 'he loves me not', thing, are you?" Jordan asked her blankly, staring at her.

Danielle started giggling.

"Quite the suitor you've got there," Judas noted. "Interesting sort of beau."

The girl had kept out one of the petals and was running her fingers around it, "When we went out, I would have slept with him."

"He didn't?" Raul was slightly disbelieving.

"I'll have you know," Jordan muttered, giving the guy a look, "Wufei happens to have morals."

"I've seen him do one night stands," Raul retorted.

"So you're offended that he's taking a real route with Danielle?"

Raul blinked at that, then looked to Judas, who shrugged.

"I think he's sweet," Riley announced somewhat primly.

"I think he's a pain in my ass," Jor noted, studying the girl's distracted state. "But I have that luxury since I've known him since I was fifteen."

"You disapprove?" Danielle asked, her happiness instantly falling.

"Oh no, you've put him in a wonderful mood of late. You're a good woman, he's a good guy...but it's kinda hard to get anything done with you dreaming of him. If you hadn't noticed, you just have to grin to distract Riley, and the guys aren't a whole lot better."

She grinned at that.

Jordan sighed, gathering up the papers he'd been looking at. It was lists of trainings to be checked off before he'd give them their ranks. He was planning to go about it in a more proper way than him just deciding that was the end result. Giving them goal sheets helped them focus on getting it done.

"Danielle," he noted, looking to the calendar, "You've been around my place and my empaths, so I want you to start the training on...Monday."

"I did okay this weekend, didn't I?" she asked, frowning slightly. "I saw they were both upset."

"That was because Chai really wanted to drag me into a threesome and wasn't particularly choosey about who the third should be, aside from one of my friends of a male nature."

"That's fucked up," Judas muttered, looking to the others as Riley laughed evilly.

"You're tellin' me," Jordan agreed, rolling his eyes. "It didn't help that the night they first showed up in my bar, Heero was suggesting...some...ideas...that were entertaining enough on the mouth level, but I've never been able to verify if he meant it or not."

Judas and Raul smirked at each other.

"Come on, let's go get some lunch." Jordan realized that he'd hinted to Wufei they'd be there and hoped the man had another trinket for Danielle. She was incredibly happy and extremely malleable. He had a feeling that if he'd told her to start the course Monday when she wasn't dreaming of one of his best friends, she might have found a reason to argue. He liked that she'd use her brain and not accept everything he said at face value, but this way they could at least get things done before she got headstrong again.

"You're conniving again, aren't you?" Riley purred, moving up to grab his arm. They'd moved down to the cars as the girl considered asking. "You kept checking your watch and noted lunch-time a little too casually."

He kissed her nose, "Get in your car and meet us at the canteen. Whether or not I've got something going on, I won't tell you. Observe, and you might figure it out."

Riley smiled at him, then turned to bounce to her car.

X x X x X

Xane was tired as he waved a salutation to the gate-guy, still startled that it wasn't Eastland. He knew somewhere that Duty couldn't always be on duty, but he couldn't remember a time in the recent years where he'd entered the base and hadn't seen the guy in the room.

He drove slowly up the road, then decided to check Jordan's first. He felt like he was obligated to let Heero know almost as immediately that he'd returned safely, if only because Heero had freaked out on him before he'd left...but he didn't want to chance calling the guy's cell when he wasn't sure who was up or where.

It was now Sunday...four and a half hours after Sunday started. He'd left his house later in the evening than normal, but he'd had a vague sense he'd been followed and wanted to drive the long stretches to see when there weren't too many cars. When he'd seen that it was a guy named Mario from Heero's team, he'd panicked a moment and pulled into a gas-station...where Mario had informed him that he was sent along to help in any...complicated situations, but he hadn't wanted to make himself a burden to the other.

Xane waved out the window at the turn off toward Jordan's house as Mario waved back and drove in his own direction. It took minutes after that for the man to get to his superior's house, and with the all the cars there, he had a feeling he'd made the right choice. He tried to make out the two figures on the front porch as he moved toward the door, frowning slightly.

"What the hell..." Wufei's voice was vaguely irritated.

"What are you doing...Danielle?" Xane stared at his teammate in disbelief as she smiled evilly at him.

"Hey, Mouthy," she muttered, moving herself from the door. "We missed you."

He grinned at her, then even more at Wufei as he moved by them. The man's expression was irritated enough that Xane went ahead and snapped his teeth near the other's ear. It was something he'd do with the friends he'd had for ages, and suppressing the impulse had made several instances a little awkward. Granted, he'd also visited with most of them while at his mother's place, so...maybe that was why. He nuzzled briefly at Danielle's ear, then slid into the house.

"What...was that?" Wufei was confused as Xane shut the door behind himself.

"Xane!" Jordan bounced from where he'd been sitting on his couch to launch himself across the room to his friend...which slammed them to the wall before the scent of alcohol explained the reaction's exuberance.

"Hey, Jor," Xane returned, then blinked several times as his ear was nibbled at.

Jon snickered from where he was sitting not far from Heero. "I suppose someone should note that he likes fucking with bisexuals."

"Your phrasing is suspect," another male voice noted. It was an unfamiliar voice.

"For all that we'd have fun," a third voice muttered.

"Jordan, let the poor boy go before he hurts himself," Heero reprimanded...in a tone that suggested he was rather drunk. His pattern of speech was off. "You alive back there, Mouthy?"

"Mouthy?" one of the unfamiliars asked as Jordan's weight shifted unsteadily against his second. "That mean what I think it does?"

Xane looked around Jordan to study the pair of men uncertainly, then realized his superior was no longer teasing him. He steadied his friend with some amusement as he pulled back to study the slightly unfocused eyes. When the guy wasn't about to pass out, or whatever his problem was, Xane carefully detached him and shifted him toward the back of the couch so he could have a seat.

"We started drinking at seven," Jordan explained. "I wasn't expecting you back until tomorrow."

"I...came home early," Xane explained, studying him before looking pointedly to Heero.

The former pile smiled innocently at him.

"Come on, now, we need to know why you're called 'mouthy'," the one who'd spoke before pressed.

Xane looked to them again, realizing that he recognized them from around the base and realized they were people he'd seen with the pilots in the past...the one looked like...Doll? Wasn't that his name?

"Are you teasing the poor boy?" Chai demanded, moving around from the kitchen with drinks in her hands. "Mouthy, baby," she added, giving him a cup, "those two are insufferable predators," she indicated the pair of men he didn't know. "And you should recognize Breer. The three of them are...not picky?"

Xane grinned at her delicate seeming phrasing, then looked between the three men who were smirking at him.

"Don't let him fool you into thinking he's straight," Heero muttered, taking the second cup from the female. "He's got at least one boyfriend, and I've seen him with about five girls since we met."

"I'm going to need this, aren't I?" Xane muttered to Chai, indicating the cup.

Riley moved somewhat unsteadily down the hall from the back door, then beamed and turned again. "Mouthy's back!"

Xane considered correcting her usage of the name, but had got the impression that it was now his name. He looked to Chai and grinned, "I heard a story about a pretty girl before. She used to crush kaseen and spill it into drinks so she didn't go lonely at night."

That got a collectively evil snicker from the males sitting around the couch.

"You made it home alive?" Raul demanded as he and Judas moved from the back. A moment later, Quatre appeared with Paris in tow.

"It was a guy who used to crush kaseen into drinks," Trowa noted, moving from the kitchen himself with another pair of cups, "And he was doing it so he could feel wanted. I can understand how you got the sex mixed up..."

"It's easy to get sex mixed up," Logan noted to Heero.

Heero snickered.

"Who is this, now?" a red haired man asked, moving from the kitchen with yet another pair of cups.

"Doug, this is Mouthy."

"Interesting name you got yourself," the man noted, raising an eyebrow as he looked the man over. "You look tired."

"I just drove about five hours," the guy explained with a wary shrug before downing half his drink.

"Ooh, sorry," Chai muttered, indicating the cup, "I ground up the kaseen in that glass."

Jordan started laughing.