Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Number Disconnected ❯ Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I don't own the G boys. I just borrow them to play with and return them a whole lot happier. :)

Rating: NC 17

Pairings: 1x1, 2x2, 1x2x1

Warnings: Lemon, language, sap, angst, AU.

Notes: This is a direct sequel to the fic "Call Me". Many people expressed their desire to read a continuation of this fic so after much thought here it is. I hope it doesn't disappoint.

Author: ShenLong

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" Number Disconnected "

Chapter 3

Heero looked up from his position in the lunch room as Zechs, Wufei and Quatre walked in. He nodded to the other two and resumed his perusal of the electronics magazine while eating his lunch. Only half his mind was on the words, the rest was still replaying the events from the previous day. He had awoken with Angel at his side as he had done for the last few weeks now, sharing each others bed on the weekends, to find his lover deeply seated in his passage and making slow sensuous love to him. His body still tingled with the memory and he couldn't wait to call his lover the following evening and see him again on the Saturday. So absorbed in his memories it took a while for his mind to register the conversation that was going on across from him. When he did he felt his blood run cold.

The other three were busy eating their respective lunches when Quatre casually remarked that Zechs appeared to be a little more, what was the word.... content.

Zechs just laughed.

"So you got yourself a new lover then?" Quatre teased.

"I guess you could say that." Zechs replied, albeit a little evasive.

Heero's ears pricked up but his eyes remained fixed on his magazine. It wouldn't do for them to know he was eaves dropping now would it?

"So have you or have you not?" Wufei's voice joined in.

"In a manner of speaking."

"Enough of the riddles already." Wufei growled. He liked everything to be in black and white... not shades of gray.

Zechs sighed. "Remember how I was telling you guys the other week about that company I was calling?"

"The one that talks dirty to you?" asked Quatre.

"Yes. I decided to try a new one." His eyes took on a dreamy look.

Heero stiffened slightly.

"Oh yes, and what happened? Something good by the looks of your face." snickered Wufei.

"Hmmmm.... that it did." Zechs licked his lips absently.

"Well come on... Are you going to tell us or do we have to resort to twenty questions?" Quatre appeared to be getting a little impatient.

Zechs chuckled. "I think I have found my dream bed mate."

Quatre choked. "Your what?!"

"This company must be good if they have you all in lust." growled Wufei. "What are they called and who is this person?"

"I didn't think you were interested in this sort of thing Wufei." The blonde wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"I'm not." Wufei's eyes took on a glint. "I'm just keen to know who it is that can crawl under that rhino hide of yours and turn you into a puddle of mush. Besides I'd like to thank them."

"Huh? What for?"

"With you so obviously taken with your phone lover it means you're off my back." Wufei smirked. Zechs had been pursuing him for some time and despite the Chinese man's gentle rebuffs and knowledge that Wufei already had a lover, Zechs hadn't abandoned all hope and still managed to drop casual hints from time to time.

Quatre laughed. "He's got you there Zechs."

Zechs shook his head. "Yeah I guess so, but it doesn't mean that I still can't look."

Wufei groaned. "Are you going to tell us about this company or not?"

"Okay... okay... No need to get all hot and bothered. I tried a new company called Hot Line Fantasies....."

Heero froze.

"....they have some really good people working for them. I tried a couple of their people but the third one I spoke with was just so good..... Man what that voice does to you." Zechs once again drifted off into his own little world.

"And....?" Quatre waved his hand around for Zechs to continue.

"Hmmmm... that voice. So low and husky. He knows just how to make you want to come without so much as touching yourself."

Quatre went a respective shade of red while Wufei elected for a more elegant pink. "So what's his name?" asked Wufei.

"You thinking of making a call are you?"

It was Wufei's turn to splutter. "No!"

Zechs laughed. "If you really must know he's called Dark Angel."

Heero's world stopped moving. His blood drained from his face and he felt himself going light headed for a moment. Dark Angel? His Dark Angel? It couldn't be possible, and yet Heero knew it was. He knew Duo spoke to many people but had never revealed anything other than the fact that they were clients. Heero had thought he had conquered his jealousy but nothing could have been further from the truth. While knowing Duo spoke with others the way he spoke with him, Heero had successfully managed to ignore that knowledge deep inside, and so like the proverbial ostrich with its head in the sand it had all become.... non existent... that Heero could deny it because he hadn't ever heard Duo speak with anyone else in the same intimate manner he used with him. Now the full reality of Duo's job hit him like a freight train. Here was the proof in front of him and he could ignore it no longer.

Zechs continued his little monologue completely unaware of Heero's reactions to his words. Each word he spoke though cut deep into Heero's soul, shredding the fragile world Heero had built around himself and crumbling the walls into nothing more than dust. But maybe Zechs was wrong... maybe, just maybe it wasn't his Dark Angel Zechs had spoken with. Heero clung desperately to that shred of hope.

"Ohh that voice... It's so low and husky, he tells you everything he is going to do to your body from removing your clothes to sucking on your nipples....."

Heero knew he should leave. His pain turned to anger, anger that was rising within to consume him, blocking out the shock and reality that Angel... HIS Angel was causing others to get it off. He knew in his own heart that it had to be Duo Zechs was talking about.

"....He arouses you and caresses you with his soft words, explaining in fine detail just how his fingers are caressing your skin, how each flick of his tongue over your cock will send shock waves through your system until you can actually *feel* him doing it to you."

Heero wasn't sure if he could take any more. He clenched his fists, wanting nothing more than to walk right over to Zechs and ram his fist into that face, to silence those lips. Angel was his and his alone but to hear Zechs talking the way he was he knew it was impossible. This was Duo's job and Heero had known that. He also knew that Duo wasn't willing to quit his job just yet and so Heero accepted that and did his best to block out from his mind just what it was Duo did. He thought he had succeeded.

Until now.

"And then, as his mouth is sucking you off, you can feel yourself beginning to reach the edge, he begins to moan as he reaches his own climax."

Quatre was staring wide eyed and more than a little aroused at
Zechs' intimate description of what happens when you place a phone sex call. He had no idea it would be *that* erotic.

"You mean you can actually hear him come?" Wufei asked unable to believe what he was hearing.

"Oh yeah. He makes the most gorgeous noises as he reaches his release."

That sent Heero over the edge and took all the fight from his system, replacing it with pain. Angel had told him he never came with any of the clients he spoke to... That Heero had only ever been the one that did it for him on the phone. Duo lied! He lied! Heero felt his heart breaking. Angel had told him he never lied and yet here was Zechs describing in intimate detail just exactly how Duo sounded while he came. Heero became aware of Quatre's concerned gaze and unheard question. He looked up.

"Are you okay Heero?" The question came again.

Heero just nodded afraid to speak as he knew his voice would crack and he would really embarrass himself, not to mention that the others would want to know why he was so upset and he wasn't about to divulge that information. While he was angry and upset at Zechs for the mans infatuation with HIS Angel he couldn't speak the truth for he had given Duo his word and he wouldn't break his word.

"You sure?" Quatre got up as if to move to Heero but a glare from Heero stilled him momentarily.

Heero stood and grabbed his magazine. He had heard enough. He gathered the last of his tattered pride around him and left the room as quickly as he could.

The three remaining men watched the departure in uneasy silence.
Once Heero was gone they turned to each other, questions foremost in each mind.

"Do you think he was embarrassed?" Wufei cocked an eyebrow.

"Maybe he got a little turned on." Zechs snickered.

"I don't think so... It was more like he was upset." Quatre thought for a moment. "Maybe he isn't as broad minded as the rest of us."

"I wouldn't worry about our Mr. perfect programmer. He just needs to get laid." snickered Zechs. "Maybe I should give him the phone number of the company and get them to hook him up with Dark Angel for a session. I'm sure Dark Angel would be able to melt that ice prince."

It was Wufei's turn to snicker. "Ice prince?" he questioned.

"Yeah well you have to use a code name."

"I see. So what name do you go by Zechs? Blondie or Dagwood?"

Zechs glared. "If you must know Chang I use the code name Lightning. And in the sense of strong and deadly..."

Wufei was about to open his mouth when Zechs swiftly continued.... ".... not one quick flash and it's over, blink and you miss it lightning either."

Wufei chuckled and then turned to look at Quatre. "Hey Quatre, you want Zechs to give you the phone number?"

Quatre blushed. "I don't think that will be necessary. I have more than I can handle with Trowa thanks."

"Your loss." snickered Zechs as he stood up and prepared to leave to go back to work.

Quatre followed behind his two friends still locked in thought about Heero's sudden departure from the lunch room. While his friends debated mercilessly over Heero's reaction and cold exterior, still insisting it was probably too much for Heero to handle, Quatre couldn't help but feel this wasn't the case.... There was something more to this than Heero was letting show. The fact that the man seemed..... jealous?, angry?, hurt?, betrayed? .... Yes that was it decided Quatre. The look he had seen flash through those eyes as Heero had hastily left was one of betrayal. Sighing softly he dismissed the thought for the moment. He had work to do and Heero wasn't exactly the most social of people so Quatre wasn't sure if he should approach the man and offer to help or just leave the matter alone. His mind was made up for him though as Wufei called him back to work.

~ oOo ~

Heero found himself in the wash room clutching the sink for support. His knuckles had turned white with the pressure and he gazed at the reflection in the small stained mirror. A pair of tortured blue eyes stared back, a face bathed in pain and suffering and a broken heart were reflected in the mirrors depths. Heero drew in a shaky breath and tried to calm himself. He let go of the sink and wrenched the cold tap open. Cool liquid ran down the porcelain curve and Heero quickly gathered some in his cupped hands to splash against his heated skin. Turning the tap off he rested his hands again on the sink edge as his head hung over and water dripped from his face into the sink below.

"Why?" he whispered out to no one. He knew what Angel's job was... he knew Angel spoke to others so intimately... he had know all along and still continued to let himself fall in love with the one thing he had thought loved him back. So why then was he feeling so hurt?... so angry? Running his hands through his messy bangs he contemplated that thought. Hurt.... now he was feeling hurt because his precious Angel was sharing his erotic voice with others.... Angry... now why that emotion? Was it because it was Zechs who had spoken with Angel? No. It was because of what Zechs had revealed.

That Duo had made soft sounds of pleasure as he found release.

Anger? Shit yes! Angel had lied to him and that was something Duo had said he never did and for that Heero could never forgive him. He could cope with sharing his boyfriend's voice to all those lust crazed callers... But he couldn't cope with sharing his body in any shape form or matter. Heero sighed he needed to talk to Duo. And soon.

~ oOo ~

Heero didn't sleep well that night. The smell of Duo upon the bed sheets only drove the pain of discovery deeper into his chest. Remembering all they had done together, shared and enjoyed only served to deepen the void and double the ache. Tuesday saw him back at work if only in the physical sense. He avoided the lunch room, opting to eat at his desk so he wouldn't have to listen to any more of Zechs' revelations.

Tuesday night and he sat staring at the phone. He should be calling Duo, he called every Tuesday night but tonight he couldn't bring himself to pick up and dial. Turning from the phone he went to bed and tried to get some sleep.

Wednesday night solace was found in a glass of brandy. Cheap substitute but at least it made the pain dull for a little while. The phone rang but Heero refused to answer it. He knew it would be Duo calling to see what was wrong as he hadn't called his Angel as promised but he wasn't ready to deal with the situation just yet. He still needed to order his thoughts a little before speaking to his lover.

Thursday arrived and Heero picked up the phone with shaking fingers, pressing the small device to his ear he answered already knowing who the caller would be.

"Wing! Thank god. Are you all right? Why haven't you called me? Is something wrong? What is going on?" Angel's voice was full of concern.

Heero swallowed hard, Angel's voice already sending shivers up and down his spine. He pushed the emotions away and concentrated on keeping his voice steady. "I'm fine Angel, nothing to worry about."

"Then why the hell haven't you called me? Why haven't you answered your phone before now?" Duo was agitated and he knew it was coming through in his tone but he couldn't help it.

"Angel I've been really busy, I'm sorry I haven't called you but please, now is not a good time."

Duo picked up on the undercurrent. Something was wrong. "What is it Wing? What's wrong?"

Heero sighed. "Angel this isn't something I can talk about on the phone. Will you come over as usual on Saturday? We... I need to talk...."

Duo was puzzled by Wing's unusual tone and behavior. "Sure, I'll be there normal time. I can come over now if that will help."

"No!" The word came out sharper than Heero had intended, then he continued in a slightly softer tone. "No Angel, Saturday will be fine."

"Okay baby, if that's what you want."

"It is Duo."

"So when I get there will you be naked and waiting for me? Lying with nothing but a hard on for me to suck and play with? Let my lips wrap around the head of your cock...."

"Angel don't." Heero cut Duo off. He wasn't in the mood to hear those words now, not after Zechs' little revelation.

"Wing?...... Please tell me what is wrong. This isn't like you." The hurt in Duo's voice was evident and Heero hated himself for being the one to put it there.

"Saturday Duo. I will talk to you on Saturday. Good night." Heero hung up quickly. His heart was breaking but he couldn't deal with things right now. He needed to do this face to face with Duo not over the airwaves. He lifted the receiver again and laid it next to the phone. The steady hum of the dial tone could be heard. At least now it wouldn't ring. Heero went to take a shower and hopefully get some sleep.

~ oOo ~

Duo sat with a confused look on his face. He replaced the handset and then tried Wing's number again... engaged. Running a hand through his bangs he ran the conversation back through his mind. There was something terribly wrong here and Duo knew he was responsible for it but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what he had done. Heero wasn't giving him any clues other than to say they needed to talk so he was no further ahead in his assumptions. When Heero had cut him off while trying to seduce him with his voice he had known it was serious.

Heero loved to hear him talk dirty, to tell him everything he was going to do to his body, hell the man was a walking hormone. No matter how many times they made love, how many times they sucked each other off or jerked the other off Heero was always ready for more. His recovery time was rapid and Duo loved that about him. But there was more to this for Duo than simple pleasure of sex. He found Wing to be a very complex yet intriguing person. He had begun to crack that exterior and work his way inside to find the man behind the mask and he adored what he found. So why the sudden change?

Frustrated, with his mind going in circles, Duo took a shower and then lay on his bed. He needed to come. He had been waiting for Wing to call him on Tuesday, looking forward to being able to release his pent up libido with an interesting session but Heero hadn't called. The number of clients he had spoken to had left him feeling drained and he craved the caress of Wing's voice to take away the fatigue and replace it with his own sweet torture.

His hand began to work the shaft, pumping slowly, thumb caressing the head and spreading the droplet that had oozed out. His other hand began to toy with a nipple, squeezing and pinching lightly. His mind helped by supplying visions of his last session with Wing. He had awoken before the Japanese man and had taken advantage of that. His fingers had ghosted over the smooth planes of that body, touching and exciting it as he mapped out the expanse of skin. The challenge had been to see if he could bring Heero to full erection, prep him and be seated inside before his lover had woken up.

He recalled stroking over the muscular chest, playing with a nipple much the same as he was doing to himself right now. Wing's body had responded quickly, the nub hardening within seconds. His fingers had traced their way over that taunt abdomen and begun to run through the nest of curls.

With his mind playing the movie so Duo's hands mimicked what he remembered. His fingers sank into the wiry patch of chestnut at the base of his cock and combed through. His other hand traveled further south to cup at his sac, rolling his testicles around in his palm, gently squeezing and fondling them. His hand shifted again, wrapping slender fingers around the hardened length he began once more to pump the shaft, the dribbles of pre cum aiding the movement. He reached under his pillow and grabbed the tube of lube, his hand never stilling in its motions. He flipped the cap and squeezed some of the slippery substance out to coat his fingers. Still stroking his burning length he dropped the tube and spread his legs wide. Fingers found his entrance with practiced ease and silently slipped inside.

He recalled how he had carefully spread Heero's cheeks and slipped a digit into his warmth while Heero made soft contented sounds of pleasure in his sleep. He had worked the finger around, stretching and teasing the small hole just as he was doing to himself now. A second finger worked its way into the warmth followed by a third and still his hand stroked his length as he remembered their last encounter.

He had lubed himself then and removed his fingers to slide his cock deep into Wing's welcoming passage. The heat and tightness immediately enveloping him and giving him the ultimate in pleasure. Duo reached for his nightstand draw, reluctantly letting go of his aching cock to do so and retrieved a *toy*. He hadn't used the dildo for ages, having sex regularly with Wing had seen no need for the phallus but tonight he needed to be filled. He missed his Wing and with the current situation he wasn't sure just what was going to happen. Coating the toy with lube he removed his fingers and positioned the head of the dildo at his entrance. Spreading his legs as wide as he could he slipped the object inside and cried out as the pleasure/pain washed over him.

Panting slightly he adjusted and then began to move the item, pushing it in and then withdrawing till only the tip remained inside before plunging it in again. His other hand grasped the shaft of his penis once more and began to stroke in earnest. While the toy was a poor substitute for Heero's cock it was still a whole lot better than being empty. His hips began to thrust as he remembered taking Wing slowly, pumping in and out of Heero's body with a steady rhythm until sleepy eyes had opened and hips began to dance with his own.

Lost in his memories Duo's hand flew over his cock, stroking and squeezing in long even strokes as the dildo was repeatedly pushed and pulled from his passage. He angled the toy a little and struck his prostate with the next thrust and enjoyed the ripples of pleasure as they coursed through his frame to join with the star bursts in his head. He could feel the end approaching and with another thrust of his hips he rose to meet the apex before crashing down the other side. He cried out Heero's name as his creamy seed pumped out, coating his hand and belly, but still his strokes did not lessen. He continued to pump until his cock became flaccid and too sensitive to touch, only then did he release it from his grasp. The dildo was pulled from within and tossed to the floor. Duo lay back spent and sweating. He waited for his breathing to return to normal before opening his eyes and taking in the mess he had made. He rose and went into the bathroom to clean up.

As he wiped himself off his mind again began to ponder the unusual behavior of Wing. He had another thirty six hours to kill before he would see his lover and find out what was wrong. For the first time since he had begun 'dating' Heero, he felt a shiver of fear pass through him. He could only hope that it wasn't something too serious, that it could be resolved pretty quickly. With a sigh he turned off the lights and fell into an exhausted yet troubled sleep.

~ oOo ~

Friday dragged for Heero. He had a mountain of work to get through but couldn't concentrate on any of it. For the first time Heero found himself watching the clock, willing it to go faster so he could get out of here and go home. At least at home his mind was free to chase itself... to try to work out what he was going to say to Angel. He still hadn't found any solutions to his problem, he knew he was jealous but his jealousy blinded him. All he could think of was Duo coming as he took Zechs over the edge into paradise. It all boiled down to that one thing. Angel had broken his trust when he said he never lied. Zechs describing Duo's moans as he came told Heero one thing and one thing only. Angel also got off on his clients words and moans.

Somehow Heero managed to make it through the day and arrived home feeling more washed out than if he had gone six rounds in bed with Angel... non stop. That thought drew up the hurt again and Heero quickly turned his mind to other things. He went through the tasks of showering and cooking dinner in a mechanical detached sort of fashion. Dishes cleaned and apartment tidy Heero looked around for something else to do, anything to keep his mind off the coming confrontation. He gathered up all the laundry he could find and proceeded to wash load after load, placing it in the drier and then folding it neatly and putting it away. He vacuumed and dusted, polished and swept until finally his body protested and demanded he cease his activities and get some rest. Staring at the clock he knew he had to go to bed.

Reluctantly he listened to his body and went through to his bedroom. Stripping off he reached into a drawer and withdrew a pair of satin pajama pants. The silky material whispered over his skin as he pulled them up over his legs to rest lightly over his hips. He turned out the light and sank into his bed... the bed he had shared with Duo. Groaning he rolled over and willed himself to go to sleep. He had to have a clear mind in the morning... he needed to be able to think. Finally after much tossing and turning he drifted off into a restless slumber.

He woke early feeling even more tired than the night before.
Wearily he dragged himself from his bed and padded to the kitchen.
He filled the kettle and put it on to boil. While the water heated he went to the bathroom to relieve himself. Washing his hands he stared at the reflection in the mirror. Dark circles appeared beneath his eyes and worry lines were etched into his skin. Sighing he took his razor and began his ritual of shaving. Skin smooth he went back to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. The thick black liquid burned all the way to his stomach but it felt good. He stared out the window at the morning unfolding, he could hear the birds singing, smell the air that promised another fine day, see the fluffy white clouds as they passed overhead but none of it registered.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the ring of the doorbell. Heero looked up and bit his lip. Turning he took a deep breath and went to open the door for Angel. His hand trembled as he reached for the lock. This was not going to be easy.

~ oOo ~

tbc..