Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Psychotic America ❯ Count The Bodies Like Sheep ( Chapter 11 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Manga-Chick 
The boys are taken to the Cabin...wherein lies their future.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.20.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 8.2K | Visits: 329 | Status: Completed
The boys are taken to the Cabin...wherein lies their future.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.20.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 8.2K | Visits: 329 | Status: Completed
Alternate Universe, fusion, out of character charas, very disturbing information and scenes and Pairings: 1x4, 2x5 3(?)
Standard Disclaimers Apply: Don’t own Gundam Wing nor X-Men
Notes: Some stuff was changed around, here. I deleted some stuff, added some stuff, so it’s still the long winded, pompous bag that ya’ll are familiar with–just with some differences.
O0o0o0o0o0oO means scene change
Chapter Eleven:
Count The Bodies Like Sheep
“You WHAT?”
Alex dully noted that even under duress, Treize was impeccably neat and tidy. It pissed him off. He shifted from one foot to the other, the other mutants displaying their own forms of shame and embarrassment at a job gone bad. Zechs merely stood at attention, mildly amused at what he was seeing.
“We messed up,” Alex said with an accompanying shrug. “We thought–”
“He thought,” Trant corrected nervously, eyeing an exasperated Zechs.
“–that we’d attack while their guard was down.”
Treize gave him an evil stare, his lips turned down in a disapproving frown. He looked from one to the other with a maddened expression, rising from his leather chaise. “And I approved this method? I don’t recall ever giving you that order...Zechs, what made you approve of this?”
“You hadn’t. He hadn’t, either,” Alex said with a snort, his blue eyes darting from one man to the other. His mouth moved without his conscious thought. It hadn’t been Mueller that intervened. Forging ahead, he added, “I decided it. I thought it was terribly stupid of you to give them that time, and gathered your resources to carry out my plan.”
“You failed a very delicate operation, and now they’ve escaped to some secret location,” Treize muttered in annoyance, rolling his eyes skyward. “Perhaps this mistake will make you think about your decisions in the future.”
Alex worked his jaw with an annoyed expression, simply hating the cool and collected man that stood before him. Mueller took over at that instant, his features taking on a pleading one.
“We’re really sorry, sir,” he said, shaking his head. “Alex was just so eager to prove himself worthy of this operation–”
“How dare you!” Alex shouted furiously.
“He really is sorry, sir...”
“No, I’m not! I did the right thing! It was just too fuckin’ bad that it didn’t go right!”
Treize sighed as the two personalities argued with each other, expressions of amusement and interest flitting in their direction. The auburn-haired man turned to look at Zechs, tilting his head questionably as he stared at the handsome man. Zechs’ curved lips pulled into a smirk as he gave the slightest of shrugs as answer to Treize’s silent question.
“I didn’t like that you’ve caused my future soldiers to run and hide...I might just have to forget and try to forgive the lot of you for this. Unfortunately, it won’t be that easy. I had hopes for them.”
“So you lost a couple of mutants...big deal,” Alex muttered, searching his pockets for cigarettes. “If needs be, find them, work your magic. Have that Nazi bitch manipulate them here and there. Have them turned against each other; run those two in our direction. Easy as pie.”
“If things were so easy, Alex m’dear...I would be talking to them right now instead of having to drop them completely from my plans,” Treize retorted, giving an evil glance at the blond.
“How hard is it?” Alex exclaimed, abandoning the search.
“Finding them, for one thing, could be an impossibility. Those doctors of theirs are strangely secretive,” Treize said quietly, frowning.
“How hard could that be? Shit...we’ll just interrogate the women.”
“These women don’t even know where they are,” Treize growled.
Alex looked confused for a couple of seconds, thinking about this development, and linking it to an unanswered question.
“On that note, sir...are they truly that valuable for you to keep pursuing them?” Zechs asked softly, adjusting the coat he held over one arm. “There are plenty of other mutants out there that are more available... perhaps we’ll stop pursuing these ones, chalk it up to bad luck?”
Treize thought about this, then nodded firmly. “Great idea.”
Alex rolled his eyes. Treize had answered this very same question earlier. Scowling at both of them, his fists clenching in tense balls at his sides, Alex worked his jaw in annoyance.
“So that’s it?” he then asked, gesturing. “We just drop the plans?”
“Yes. We’ll find more to recruit.”
“What if they, for example, find out who attacked their house and, by relative chance, came looking for the lot of you?” Alex asked in curiosity. “What then?”
“We get rid of them. Simple.” Treize adjusted himself on the chaise, sighing. “Where’s Ralph?”
Everyone looked around each other, frowning as they realized that Kurt was missing. With another sigh and a raise of his eyebrows, Treize rose from the chaise, adjusting his robe. “I assume he’s still on his undercover tailing operation?”
“Probably...”
Zechs lifted an eyebrow, brushing long strands of white from his face. “In that case...does anyone know how to contact him?”
“He has a cell on him,” Middie pointed out. “But I don’t know his number.”
“Try locating that, for me, Zechs,” Treize said, the long haired man nodding and walking off. “At least one of you stay true to my plans...Alex...a word with you in back? Privately?”
Alex sighed, closing his eyes in severe exasperation, then nodded. He followed Treize out of the room, the others staring after them in silence.
Middie giggled and hissed, “Ooh, he’s going to get it...!”
“Think they’ll go easy on him?” Nichols asked. “I mean, he is two personalities...what if one escapes the punishment, and the other...well...suffers injustly?”
Trant shrugged. “Who the fuck knows, man? Shit...least it isn’t us going in there.”
All three of them nodded at that, and watched as Zechs disappeared into the same back room as the other two. All that morning, the three tried very hard not to listen to the pained screams and shouts that were audible from behind the closed door.
O0o0o0o0o0oO
Later that morning, Quatre stared at himself in the full length mirror in the bathroom, the shower running nearby. He stared at the various bruises on his hips and waist area, where he’d been roughly handled. His arms were also covered with some bruises, and he stared at these discolorations with a mixture of numbed curiosity and approval.
He reached down to his hip with one finger, tracing a multi-color bruise that lined his hip bone. He then touched a larger one that spread out from his waist. They were bright against his pale skin, bright and swollen. Though they hurt, they would fade away as easily as they were given.
He took a deep breath, sighing as he touched another set of bruises, this one high around his arm, where he’d been pulled back into the house. They were so bright...so colorful. They were a fierce red color, tender and swollen. They were in the shape of fingerprints–the linear marks spread in almost perfect horizontal lines around his arm. He touched the thumb print, a lonely character that spread almost vertical underneath his biceps. There were a series of accompanying bruises; one where he’d hit the floor, another where the table scraped against him when he’d gotten up.
But all in all, they made him sick.
He made a fist, and brought his knuckles down onto the larger bruise that spread from his hip. The pain was sharp, uncomfortable. It gave him some comfort to feel that pain. It was by his own hand–it was on his own terms. He hit himself again, wincing at the pain that radiated from that area. The bruise was suddenly more uglier than it was seconds again. He drew his fingertips over the grotesque thing, pressing down hard to watch it discolor. His nails scraped against the skin. The painful throb made him hiss.
He touched the ones on his arms. They were ugly, too. They were not given on his terms. He turned his arm, so that the bruises were easily acceptable. He pinched at the discolored skin, watching it shift color with the action. The pain stung. It numbed his skin. But it didn’t numb him.
The voices were starting again, as well as the emotions. They weren’t his. They weren’t his.
He felt himself shaking as he curled his fingers and hit those bruises with his knuckles. The pain was uncomfortable, throbbing–he hit himself a couple more times, then pulled his fingers over the discoloration. The voices were loud–he was reliving memories. Being an empath, he was able to retain these wretched memories based upon emotions alone. It made them far worse, for it was as if he were experiencing the content of these memories all over again.
He jerked his head to the side, reaching up to press a hand to his temple. He stared at a point on the floor and silently recited the Pledge of Allegiance.
The voices stopped. The emotions filtered away and became his once more.
He then stared at his figure overall. He was still skinny, his ribs quite visible, his skin pale, his posture a little lurpy.
Self consciously, he touched his flat belly, tracing over visible veins and light body hair. He wasn’t as hairy as he’d been before he’d come here, which meant his body had an adequate amount of body fat and muscle to keep him warm once more. The hair had only been the body’s natural defense against the cold, and had grown in various areas that needed it. He was sure Duo had the same thing going for him, but the boy must have lost his hair faster than he was, because Duo ate and gained like a madman.
He touched the bony flatness of his chest, and winced. He felt he wasn’t very appealing–he looked like a teenager that hadn’t grown into his body yet. He shouldn’t have no business lusting after a man like Heero. His fingers curled, clenching his skin, pinching and twisting in miserable dejection. The pain let him know that it hurt, and he forced his fingers into wrenching hapless flesh in directions it shouldn’t. The pain was raw, immediate, and was momentarily comforting. He was punishing himself for feeling things that were wrong. He was shaking as he did so. When he removed his fingers, his skin was miserably red and already starting to turn color.
He stared at his reflection, at the way the colors turned on his pale flesh. The sting of the previous pinches were radiating through his skin, irritating him. He stared at his penis and hated that it was so vulnerable. It was disgusting, really, this appendage.
It knew pleasure and pain–pleasure when it shouldn’t. Pain when it shouldn’t. It was horribly ugly, and traitorous. He hated it. He hated knowing that it ruled him in instances he didn’t want. He felt pleasure when he shouldn’t–felt pain when it shouldn’t be there. It was hideous. He hated it.
His skin tingled, reminding him that what it felt was out of his control. He stared at the new marks upon his body and exhaled heavily. He hated his body. He hated himself. He was disgusting.
He was a weak-willed wimp, capable of doing nothing other than whoring his body. He pushed the mirror to one side so that he couldn’t see himself in it.
He turned to enter the shower, then frowned at the cat that sat on the sink counter. The cat, Trowa, blinked lazily at him, tail swishing with casual nonchalance. Quatre immediately covered himself with his hands, his entire body growing red with mortification.
“GET OUT!” he screamed, pulling a towel from the rack and hitting him with it. The cat yowled, and careened off the counter, shifting into a cockroach that easily slipped under the door. Quatre then bent, shoving the towel within the space between the door and the floor, breathing heavily in mortification.
How long had Trowa been there, watching him?! How mortifying. It didn’t matter that Trowa had no qualms about anything–what mattered was Quatre’s modesty and the secrets he was trying to keep.
Fumbling, he made his way to the shower and climbed in, wincing at the cold. Quickly, he showered and got out, shutting off the water with a muttered curse. Then he hurriedly dressed, not bothering with drying his hair. Slamming his way out the bathroom, he furiously stomped toward the bedroom, looking for Trowa.
When he didn’t find him there, he considered stomping downstairs and locating him down there. But then again, Trowa might bring up the bruises in front of everybody...
Hating the entire situation, Quatre turned to return to the bathroom to finish drying his hair, but Heero walked into the room, startling him. Immediately embarrassed and shamed by his own inadequacies, he looked down at the floor, feeling sick.
“What’s your problem?” Heero demanded, walking to the closet and rummaging through the various things hanging inside. His bag was already packed, and he’d been ready hours ago. His temper was still simmering due to the fact that they weren’t leaving any time soon, and his own mixture of feelings and inadequacies were giving him a serious headache.
But somehow, just seeing the blond, gave him a small boost of curious mood-lifting.
“I’m sorry,” Quatre mumbled, walking away from him.
“Wait.”
He paused at the doorway, not wanting to look up at the other mutant, his shame visible on his features. Heero sat down at the edge of Duo’s bed, and made a hand gesture in his direction. Quatre saw it from the corner of his eye, and he gave Heero with a questioning expression. Heero made the gesture again, and Quatre turned away from the door, slowly walking over to him.
“What’s wrong with you?” Heero asked, lifting his eyebrows.
“...I don’t know...”
Heero frowned, tilting his head slightly, to capture his attention. “Why won’t you look at me?”
Quatre shrugged slightly, unable to look at him in the face. Being faced with this person, who was so much stronger and more powerful than he was, diminished him. He felt powerless and wholly childlike all over again–as if he were facing an authority figure, or worse–his father. Heero did that to him–but there was a sense of security of the mutant’s presence that made him feel a sense of familiarity with things. A new situation, same old thing.
Heero closed his eyes, inhaling deeply of the clean, shower fresh scent that wafted from the other boy. It was entirely intoxicating, making tendrils of desire curl in his belly. His senses needed to absorb more of it. He rose from Duo’s bed, staring down at the downcast eyes that refused to meet his. He reached out, touching the angled jaw, tracing it with his fingertips. He noted the brief shudder from the other mutant, the way long lashes closed, an expression of submission on his face.
Leaning close, he inhaled the strong, clean scent, the mixture absolutely inviting and pure. His nose brushed against the faint stubble on one cheek, and his lips touched briefly against the warmed flesh. His fingers traced over the sharp jaw line, then trailed down a pale neck, his fingertips sliding briefly into the collar of his shirt.
Skin warmed skin, and Heero pulled the other closer, pressing him against his body, feeling the slighter form immediately fit against his. His lips found soft skin on Quatre’s neck, and he reveled in the heady scent, in the taste. His tongue flicked out, tasting the cleanliness of it, the muscle underneath. His teeth found similar purchase, nipping hard enough for the other to give soft sounds deep in his throat. He felt Quatre’s hands snake up to his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin.
Inhaling sharply, he closed his eyes, wrapping his own arms around the slim hips, pressing forward, finding his groin heating with immense pleasure at the contact.
“I need you,” he heard Quatre whisper against his ear, his breath hot and heavy.
Heero felt himself shivering at the contact, at the wet sounds that accompanied the tongue that wet his earlobe. He started at the feel of Quatre’s hand fitting over the bulge in his pants, feeling and squeezing roughly. The contact was startling because he hadn’t felt the other drop his hand from his shoulder. But it was appreciated, the questing hand kneading and stroking outside his jeans, causing him to inhale sharply. His eyes drifted closed, only half aware that he was holding the other tightly against him, the questing hand using a limited amount of room to maneuver about. He pulled away slightly, the bony hand working at his jeans covered crotch, questing lower to handle his balls.
He felt Quatre shift against him, the hand disappearing briefly from his balls to work at the zipper and button. Suddenly self conscious and nervous, Heero opened his eyes, looking at the open doorway. There wasn’t anybody on the second floor with them, all of them downstairs. He started to pull away when Quatre’s hand snaked into his jeans, through the window of his boxers, and grasped him. It caused his breath to cease, his entire body to tighten as that pale hand pulled his hardened cock through his boxers and began to stroke and squeeze him.
The stroking on his cock grew stronger, skinny fingers gripping him from base, rolling to tip, in a continuous movement that had his hips rocking slightly into the movement. He felt ready to burst, too hard to be comfortable, and the movement was chafing him, the dry rasp making little noise in the quiet bedroom. Quatre suddenly left his sight. Before Heero could shift his sight about to look for him, he felt wet, moist heat sucking in his hard cock.
The feelings were immediately scorching–the combined heat and wetness of Quatre’s mouth worked him, the suction of his throat pulling him deep.
The assault of feelings practically had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His knees grew weak as Quatre’s head bobbed, working fiercely to give him this pleasure. Quatre’s hands quested upward, gripping Heero’s exposed hips, kneading the muscle and bone there with his thumbs. Heero’s hips suddenly bucked forward, and he heard Quatre choke briefly. The hands on his hips pressed hard, ordering him silently to be still.
Heero’s hands moved, fingers ensnaring through the platinum blond locks. He came suddenly, his hips bucking forward, fingers tightening within the blond locks. He gave a low moan, his entire body seemingly being milked by the talented mouth that had worked him. Thin fingers stroked his balls through his underwear, as if quietly coaxing the spilling load into his welcoming mouth. Sucking in a hissing breath, Heero felt his head fall back, face speaking of his rapture. It had been glorious...
Quatre licked his lips, his mouth slightly sore from the vigorous activity, and rose, finding Heero’s raptured expression. His fingers curled over Heero’s jaw to keep his head back, and he began nibbling at the exposed skin of his throat. Inhaling deeply of the musky scent of the other, his own body ached for reciprocation of touch. At the same time, he was dreading it, and inwardly cursing his physical desires.
Heero shifted then, bringing them against Duo’s bed, his hands curling around his ass and pulling him forward against his body. The contact made Quatre inhale sharply, feeling momentarily panicked by Heero’s response to him.
He was thrown onto his back, his legs thrust apart. Sudden flashes of previous treatment by others caused him to stiffen, his entire body going still for a second. Panic curled up from within, and the desire that forced physical needs to surface struggled to overcome the lapse. He gasped in pain when Heero grasped his half hardened cock outside his pants. He clawed at Heero’s back, drawing him closer to him, pressing into that painful grip. It was starting to feel pleasurable again...pain was needed for pleasure. His head was nudged aside, Heero’s mouth settling on his throat, seeking out his pulse point, and the dip in his collarbone.
He felt that wild surge of desperate need, the kind that made him shift his hips upward, needing appropriate contact. He felt sick for wanting that pleasure. It made nausea build even as his blood started to warm with the contact.
Warm, strong fingers touched his stomach, slipping underneath his shirt. A hard pinch of his nipple made him squirm uncomfortably, but was appreciated by a forced murmur of sound. He felt his jeans manipulated by hurried hands, and gave a low moan as he eagerly waited for Heero’s hands on him in that way.
The elastic hem of his underwear was maneuvered aside, and Quatre felt himself stiffen at the feel of Heero’s hands brushing through his pubic hair, grasping his hardening cock. The almost painful pressure had him gasping in uncomfortable assent, his fingers digging into Heero’s shoulders.
Heero shifted his lips from his neck, murmuring against his ear as he stroked roughly, hearing the pained inhalations of breath from the other.
“Why do you like it this way?” he asked. He suddenly softened his grip, belatedly remembering his mutant gift for rendering steel into putty.
Quatre found himself panicking when he realized that the touch had shifted from rough to soft.
“Harder...it doesn’t hurt enough...”
Heero watched the flickers of pain and torment on the other’s face, feeling the hardened response in his hand. The slim, seemingly fragile body beneath him writhed uncomfortably on Duo’s bed, fingernails pinching him through his shirt. He shifted, directing his teeth onto the sharp collarbone, clenching bone between his teeth. He bit hard enough to make the other yelp and hiss.
Quatre clawed at his back, lifting his hips, wanting more contact, pressing his body eagerly against the other’s. “Hurt me...make it hurt...”
Heero shifted, moving to pull the awkwardly lowered jeans all the way off when he paused, blinking. He
shook his head suddenly, and pulled the blond from the bed, making their way to the bathroom. Once inside, he locked both doors, and frowned when he saw Quatre stuffing rolled up towels into the slim opening under each one. When that was done, the blond then picked up the lotion container from the counter, giving a slightly guilty look as he held it tightly.
Heero glanced at the container, then at Quatre in some confusion. Ignoring the look, Quatre moved forward, reaching up to wrap an arm around Heero’s neck, and pressed his body against the other’s. Making suggestive movements, he worked on getting Heero’s erection up and moving again, counting on the other mutant’s youth and libido to kick in.
Getting the response he needed, he shifted away and watched as Heero hastily undressed, looking at him pointedly. Quatre shook his head at the silent suggestion, squeezing some lotion into his hand. He reached for Heero’s erection, coating the hard member liberally with it. The action was pleasurable for Heero, his eyelids growing heavy, his breathing to quicken, and his body tensing. Quatre watched his expressions, squeezing out more lotion, and finally setting the container aside. Keeping his hand cupped with extra lotion, he directed Heero over him as he lowered them both to the floor. As Heero adjusted himself over the willing blond, Quatre kicked off his pants and underwear, spreading his legs wide so that the other mutant could settle comfortably on top of him.
Ten minutes later, Heero was still thrusting eagerly, panting slightly as the sensation of sex eased away his foul temper and disposition. Concentrating entirely on the pleasurable feelings that made his body tight and hot, Heero had lost sight of his anger from this morning. All he could feel was how he was held in the body and arms of this beautiful young man, who worked with him in gaining his pleasure. Slowing once he recognized the white hot burn growing in his lower body, Heero propped himself above the other mutant, finally noting the faraway look in the other’s eyes. He also noticed the way Quatre looked more than indifferent to the whole situation, as if he were merely there just to be there. He shifted slightly, to see if touching the other mutant would somehow evoke some sort of reaction when the movement caused his body to jerk, and his load to spill.
He grunted, lowering his head as he performed a few more thrusts, enjoying this hot feeling that made his whole body sing with praise and pleasure. His arms shaking as he kept himself propped, Heero stared down at the slow rising and fall of Quatre’s chest, wholly aware that the blond hadn’t shared any similar reactions to sex as he had in the room.
He lifted his head, unsure of how to address this issue, and saw the indifferent expression once more. A sense of guilt whispered along his conscience, and his mother’s voice informed him that he was selfish for thinking only of himself. With an angry jerk of his body, he pulled himself out from the blond, and rose without comment. There wasn’t as much blood, this time, and he stepped over the blond to clean himself up with tissue. Quatre pulled himself up from the floor, keeping his legs together as he leaned against the counter. He waited for Heero to clean himself off, and watched with detached feeling as the other dressed.
Another glance back at the blond, and Heero let himself out of the bathroom through their bedroom end, feeling utmost pleased with what he’d just experienced. His body feel energized and free–the load of previous had been lifted from his shoulders and mind from that simple act.
He heard the bathroom door close quietly behind him, and paused in the middle of the room. He had taken again, without any consideration or thought to the blond’s needs. But he remembered looking over the boy’s body, and seeing no response to sex. The boy had lifted his hips and uttered sounds that pleased Heero, but even that had been indifferent and practiced. There hadn’t been any reaction at all that signaled Quatre’s own pleasure to the moment.
Wondering about this, Heero returned to the closet and began rummaging for his hooded sweaters.
Twenty minutes later, Wufei came up to the room, carrying a small baggie. He looked over at Heero, who was re-checking the things in his pack, and Quatre, who was staring at the far corner of the room and folding and re-folding a plain green sweater.
The feelings in the room were awkward, for Wufei. It felt as if he’d just missed something, and glanced at both of them warily. He held the baggie out to Quatre, who snapped out of his daze upon his sudden closeness.
“Sally said for you to not forget that,” Wufei said.
“All right.”
“What is that?” Heero asked curiously, zipping up his pack.
“Antibiotics,” Wufei answered stoically, with a glance in the blond’s direction. Quatre made no reaction to the comment–he slipped the baggie into his simple pack and continued with the green sweater once more.
“For what?”
“...Uh...a venereal disease...” Wufei said tentatively, dropping his voice, as if afraid Quatre could hear. But he was standing right next to the boy–and the boy didn’t even give a reaction to the words. He glanced at him, then at Heero, who was looking decidedly stunned. “What?”
“...Nothing.”
Wufei stared at him for a couple of moments, then left the room on a shrug. He wondered if Heero had known that Duo and Quatre were being treated for what they’d picked up on the streets. He received his answer moments later when he heard Heero angrily hiss, “You didn’t tell me you had something!”
Deciding to stay out of that one, Wufei was downstairs within moments, looking over the mess in the hall. He and the others had finished packing, and were merely waiting on O. He walked into the kitchen and busied himself with making something to eat.
At the dinner table, Duo looked up from his buttered toast as Quatre hurried down the stairs, looking frazzled. Moments later, Heero came running after him and Duo blinked, wondering if they were playing tag without him. He then shrugged, returning his attention to his bread and smiled brightly in Wufei’s direction.
“Hey, Trow!” he then greeted as the lanky boy made his way downstairs, looking entirely content. If the boy were an animal, he’d be purring right now.
“Duo.”
Duo blinked as Trowa walked off, whistling. He shuddered, looking at Wufei. The Chinese was giving an expression of uncertainty as well.
“You know when that boy’s smiling, he isn’t up to any good,” Wufei said, frowning as he looked at Duo.
Duo shrugged–he’d had no idea what was making Trowa smile, but it really wasn’t any of his business. He watched as Wufei gathered his eating materials and came over to the table. He took a chair close to him, Duo noticed. Wufei’s cheeks pinkened just slightly, his onyx eyes questing over in his direction. Duo smiled at him, brushing his bangs from his face and chewing on his toast.
“What do you think we’re going?” he asked Wufei, lifting an eyebrow.
Wufei shrugged. “S’s summer cabin is supposed to be quite nice. It’s up in the mountains, near the Canadian border...”
Duo picked at his toast. “Think they can find us there?”
“No...but the doctors can transfer us to another place if that happens.”
Duo stared at him, drumming his fingers on the tabletop. He reached out, touching Wufei’s cheek with one hand. Wufei looked at him in surprise, eyes widening slightly at the touch. Duo just smiled at him, one that was gentle and loving.
“You’re just beautiful, dude.”
Wufei’s face turned red, and he tilted his head out of Duo’s reach. “Duo...”
“No, you really are. You’re so beautiful. You always look so damn serious, but then, when one gets to talk to you, you’re actually very friendly and humorous.”
Wufei made an inarticulate sound, feeling his entire head flush with color. “T-Thank you...”
Duo dropped his hand to his shoulder, kneading lightly. He then pulled himself out of his seat, touching his lips where his fingers had been previously, then reaching over to tilt Wufei’s face toward his. Their lips touched once more, briefly melding, then pulling away. His eyes half-lidded, Duo leaned into the kiss, his tongue darting out to lick the inviting bottom lip.
He heard Wufei give a small sound in his throat, mouth opening slightly. Taking that chance, Duo filled his mouth with his tongue, briefly touching the perfect teeth within, tasting pork flavored ramen and coffee. He felt Wufei’s responding kiss, his tongue touching his with a brief taste, his jaw working to gain closer ground with Duo’s mouth.
Lost in the taste, feel and presence of Wufei, Duo bent his head, gaining more ground on the other, their tongues rubbing together, tasting each other eagerly.
“OH MY GOD!”
They broke apart with much fluster, whipping around to stare at Catherine. She turned and hurried out, apologies fluttering from her mouth. Duo wiped his mouth, turning embarrassed at the spectacle while Wufei hid his face behind his hands, his own face as equally as red.
“Geez, I’m sorry, ‘Fei,” Duo muttered, hurrying out from the dining room, to make sure Catherine didn’t broadcast anything that would cause the Chinese much embarrassment.
Wufei touched his mouth, wiping away the excess saliva that he found, breathing deeply in order to preserve the giddiness that he felt whipping around in his lower middle. That kiss...it had been as perfect. It had been right, had been great...he could still taste Duo in his mouth, the taste of butter and something unique. He closed his eyes in rapture, uncaring if anybody saw him in this state. It had been perfect...
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Dr J looked suspiciously at the five boys standing before him, all of them dressed in various forms of warmth against the cold air outside. It was starting to snow again, flakes coating the ground with silent melody. Heero looked infinitely pissed, Quatre looked tired, Trowa looked like he was up to no good, and Duo and Wufei kept touching each other, their hands briefly brushing against the others’.
“Well...I see everyone’s looking rather well,” he muttered, stroking his goatee. “Have you all packed enough for a few days?”
At the chorus of sounds, he nodded in approval.
“Treize is now well aware of our location, and it would be logical to move the lot of you to a different place...”
“Where are we going?” Heero rather growled, his angry face matching his tone.
“Out of state. Somewhere away from the city,” Dr J said. “There, you’ll all be alone. Meanwhile, Sally and Catherine will work on throwing off the others in locating the lot of you, while the others and I work out something that will, uh, remedy the present situation. I’m sure you don’t want to be so far from your precious sanctuary...Of course, whatever else you have between the lot of you will be between the lot of you. Understand? Now, get your things. O has a long way to drive, and you know how traffic is...”
Talking amongst themselves, the boys gathered their things. Duo straightened as he handled his duffle with some uncertainty.
“Are we gonna have code names?” Duo asked excitedly, looking at Heero, who frowned at him. “I mean, this is all high and mighty, and if someone wants to talk about us without actually saying our names, shouldn’t we be speaking in code?”
Dr J frowned at this, then nodded curtly as he stared at the boys that stood abreast of each other, holding their things. “Excellent point. Code names. Bravo for you, young Maxwell. Now, let’s see...what’s appropriate...? Ah.”
He pointed at each one in turn. “One, Two, Three, Four, and Five. There. Codenames finished.”
Duo frowned. “I was expecting somethin’ cool, you know? Like, Heero could be, I dunno, the Perfect Soldier, since he’s all high and mighty and robotic...and I could be the God of Death, cuz, y’know, I control dead bodies...and Trowa could be the Silencer, cuz he’s like, quiet all the time. Quat could be the Pacifist, cuz he doesn’t like to fight, and ‘Fei could be the Dragon...I don’t know. That could just be me...”
“What do you mean, ‘robotic’?” Heero snarled, but there wasn’t very much bite within it.
“I’m quiet?” Trowa asked incredulously, looking down at himself, as if he could see the answer there.
“Hmm...I like my nickname...” Wufei mused, rubbing his chin.
“You WOULD!” Trowa snapped at him.
“Boys, boys...whatever. You will all be addressed by your appropriated numbers,” Dr J said, liking the idea. “Excellent idea, Maxwell. There’s hope for that brain at last...”
“Wa-hoo!!”
“Am I really quiet?” Trowa asked Quatre, nudging him as they began filing out from the house.
“I am not a robot...” Heero mumbled grumpily.
Duo grinned at Wufei as they filed out, holding their small bags close to them. “So? What’d you think?”
“I still like my nickname best. Why that particular word?”
“I dunno...it just seems appropriate for you, ‘Fei. I mean, you’re all graceful, and predatory, and you remind me of a dragon.”
Wufei turned pink, but smiled at him as they made their way to the awaiting van parked outside their house. Catherine and Sally were standing out there, giving small hugs and kisses to the boys as they threw their things into the back, boarding the nondescript vehicle. Catherine hugged Trowa for a longer amount of time, due to him being her brother.
“You stay out of trouble, all right?” she whispered, kissing him on the cheek as he made a face. “I love you! Don’t goad Heero into killing you, and watch out for Quatre, all right?”
“Get off me,” Trowa muttered, pulling out of her embrace as Catherine swatted him affectionately.
“...and don’t let Heero boss you around, all right?” Sally was saying to Quatre, running her fingers through his hair and hugging him tightly. She then released him and turned to Duo. “And you, you little scamp! I’ll be sure to have lots of ketchup for you when you get back!”
Duo hugged her tightly, pulling her off her feet. “We’ll be good! It ain’t like we’re going to be gone forever!!”
“I know, I know...I’ll just miss you guys...” Sally murmured, kissing his forehead then turning to Wufei. She gave him a handshake instead of the hug, which she knew fitted him better. Wufei gave her a wry smile. “Keep these guys in line, all right? We all know you’re the one with the more saner prospective,” she whispered.
“I will. Thanks, Sally.”
Catherine finished hugging Duo as he got into the van, and she turned to him as Sally left him. She hugged him instead, turning her head to whisper, “We packed some unmentionables for you both. They’re in your back zipper pocket in your suitcase.”
“Wha–?”
“Pamphlets on safe gay sex, condoms, lube–!Those two boys haven’t finished their antibiotics, but they will soon. After that...just make sure you practice safe sex.”
“CATHERINE.”
“What? I did the same thing with Heero.” She kissed him. “You know how you boys are...it’ll be one big orgy up there, and I want you guys appropriately informed and protected, if not safe.”
Wufei looked away, annoyed.
“See you guys! Later! Be good!” Sally said, waving at them.
O, in the driver’s seat, snorted and shook his head, wondering why females displayed so much emotion and dramatics when it came to a trip. When Wufei finally got in, sliding next to Duo, the nearly hairless man started up the van. He began the careful process of pulling away from the Victorian, heading out to the main streets to catch the freeway out of New York.
As they passed by the end of the block, no one noticed the lone man standing there, his entire body encased with fabric, save for his head. He stared after the van with some curiosity, his brown hair lightly coated with snow.
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“Wow! What’s this place?” Duo asked excitedly, pressing his face against the window.
It had taken nearly five hours to get to their destination, the woodsy area filled with snow. The van was taking a dangerous trail up to a single cabin, and the eery silence was more than discomforting to those riding along within the vehicle.
“S’s summer cabin,” O replied. “Treize has no idea where it is, and the woods cause interference with telepathic communications, rendering Dorothy’s powers incapable here.”
“Why?” Quatre asked from the back, where he and Heero had said nothing to each other during the ride.
O was a little annoyed that the pest questioned him.
He wasn’t about to answer when Trowa said from his seat, “Because of the silence here. There isn’t any other human settlement around for miles, and some say that the telepaths, or those with mind powers, can’t focus within the silence. You’d think they can, but the silence actually acts as a sort of white noise effect, neutralizing any human thought that they can actually sense. It’s complicated.”
O stared at him with some annoyed discontent, and Trowa grinned at him, making him shudder in response.
“Oh,” Quatre muttered, frowning at the explanation. It seemed a little far fetched, but if it kept Dorothy from penetrating their rank...
He had to wonder if his powers would still be in effect, puzzling over this.
“Of course, it’s limited,” O spoke up, reluctantly as he maneuvered the van into the snow covered driveway. “Dorothy, in her sense, has no idea where the lot of you will be. She’ll have to search for you before she can do anything. Since she cannot, she doesn’t know the distance and where you’re at, the silence works. Your powers will be able to work because you’re within a group of people. That’s if you decide to try and actually use them without certain persuasion... ”
Quatre frowned.
Duo frowned at O, wondering what it was that had the older man hating Quatre with so much dislike. Whenever O was forced to talk to the blond, it was forced, coated with venom. The van stopped with a forceful thrust, sending Trowa into the dashboard because he didn’t like wearing his seatbelt. The others caught themselves in time as O then switched off the vehicle, getting out.
“Guess we’re here,” Duo grumbled, shifting in his seat as Wufei opened the back door.
Duo stared up at the two story cottage, the windows coated with plastic, the door latched over with wood. Wufei gathered their things, and handed Duo his as the others retrieved their bags, following O as the doctor ambled up to the house. He turned intangible to walk straight in, and emerged moments later, a disgusted expression on his face.
“Well, there you go. J gave you the communicator?” he asked Heero, who nodded curtly. “Good. We’ll keep in touch.”
They watched as O climbed into the vehicle, backed out, and drove off without any other words.
Duo sighed, and looked at Heero. Heero grunted with some reluctance, but pulled the boards away easily. Duo teleported inside as he did so, his eyes squinting within the darkness. It was so quiet, dusty and eery inside that he couldn’t wait for the others to come in. He assumed there wasn’t any electricity. He frowned, his hands out as he searched for an appropriate walkway to move away from the door. The door opened moments later, Heero leading the way in.
Wufei walked in last, pulling the door shut behind him. He then held up a hand, a small fireball flashing into view. It gave them some light to work with. The others found large candles and propane fueled lanterns, and had Wufei lit the thick wicks within the old wax forms. The cottage revealed to them had spacious areas, massive sectionals that took up half of the living room, an open stairway leading up to at least four rooms up top and the bare essentials in modern living. The kitchen was neutrally stocked, holding canned foods and nonperishable materials. There was plenty of bottled water lining every available space, giving it a cluttered look.
“I’ve never been a country mouse,” Duo muttered uncomfortably. “Does this place have running water?”
Trowa was busily sniffing about as a cat, tail slashing through the air as he explored the place. Heero glanced about, saw that it was suitable, and looked at Quatre, who was studying the kitchen with a look of uncertainty on his face.
Wufei receded the fireball and looked upstairs. “Four rooms...”
“One of them’s bound to be a bathroom...”
Duo immediately looked at Heero and Quatre. “You two get your own damn room.”
“No argument here,” Heero grunted. He started for the stairs, while Quatre looked a little annoyed at the decision, glaring at Duo.
He shrugged, looking at the blond pointedly.
Trowa once again regained human form, hands on his hips.
“I claim couch!” he then declared. “I know when I’m not wanted.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wufei asked in annoyance, secretly pleased that he and Duo would be sharing a room. “There’s three rooms available. You can get one to yourself.”
“Hell, no. Sharing a room between two couples, fucking their brains out? Fuck, no. I’m not interested in hearing things,” Trowa muttered, flopping onto the couch with a comfortable sigh. He closed his eyes, smiling very slightly. Besides, watching is so much better, he added quietly.
Duo lifted an eyebrow at the boy while Wufei looked at him. They then exchanged smiles, and shrugged.
“What are we supposed to do out here, in the meantime?” Quatre asked curiously as Heero explored the rooms upstairs, finding that one of the closed rooms was a bathroom.
“I dunno.”
Wufei shrugged while Trowa opened an eye, staring at the blond with a pointed expression.
“We’re to train, as we usually would in the Hangar,” Heero reported, coming out from one of the rooms, minus his bag. He peered over the railing. “It’s easy. Wufei, Trowa and I have done it before.”
“I wouldn’t consider that training, Yuy. I would consider that time to be Trowa’s and Heero’s Unrestrained Killing Match of Doom,” Wufei muttered.
“So? Trowa needed his ass kicked.”
“Kicked me real bad,” Trowa murmured, grinning. “But I got him in the end.”
“How?” Duo asked, blinking at him.
“Ever hear of tapeworm?”
“It’s...uh, a parasite.”
“Insect form. Heh, heh, heh. You haven’t truly seen Yuy from the inside as I have...”
Duo and Quatre winced while Wufei looked sick. Heero looked annoyed, rubbing his stomach as he pushed away from the railing. Trowa just chuckled.
“Well, I’m hungry,” Duo announced, looking at the kitchen. “Let’s see what they have for us to nibble on!”
“I don’t think S has any meat here, Duo. You’d have to go out and hunt,” Wufei said, walking with him into the kitchen.
“Wow, really? How neat! Er...I don’t have to do that, do I?”
“Quatre...can you come up here, please?”
Quatre sulked briefly, looking for an excuse to avoid such circumstance, but trudged upstairs. Trowa twisted his head to peer up the second floor landing, listening to the dragging footsteps that ended at the doorway at the end of the hall. The door was shut softly behind him, and moments later, the sound of a lock moving into place.
He grinned, settling into the couch, getting comfortable. Yup, he made the right choice.
Standard Disclaimers Apply: Don’t own Gundam Wing nor X-Men
Notes: Some stuff was changed around, here. I deleted some stuff, added some stuff, so it’s still the long winded, pompous bag that ya’ll are familiar with–just with some differences.
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Chapter Eleven:
Count The Bodies Like Sheep
“You WHAT?”
Alex dully noted that even under duress, Treize was impeccably neat and tidy. It pissed him off. He shifted from one foot to the other, the other mutants displaying their own forms of shame and embarrassment at a job gone bad. Zechs merely stood at attention, mildly amused at what he was seeing.
“We messed up,” Alex said with an accompanying shrug. “We thought–”
“He thought,” Trant corrected nervously, eyeing an exasperated Zechs.
“–that we’d attack while their guard was down.”
Treize gave him an evil stare, his lips turned down in a disapproving frown. He looked from one to the other with a maddened expression, rising from his leather chaise. “And I approved this method? I don’t recall ever giving you that order...Zechs, what made you approve of this?”
“You hadn’t. He hadn’t, either,” Alex said with a snort, his blue eyes darting from one man to the other. His mouth moved without his conscious thought. It hadn’t been Mueller that intervened. Forging ahead, he added, “I decided it. I thought it was terribly stupid of you to give them that time, and gathered your resources to carry out my plan.”
“You failed a very delicate operation, and now they’ve escaped to some secret location,” Treize muttered in annoyance, rolling his eyes skyward. “Perhaps this mistake will make you think about your decisions in the future.”
Alex worked his jaw with an annoyed expression, simply hating the cool and collected man that stood before him. Mueller took over at that instant, his features taking on a pleading one.
“We’re really sorry, sir,” he said, shaking his head. “Alex was just so eager to prove himself worthy of this operation–”
“How dare you!” Alex shouted furiously.
“He really is sorry, sir...”
“No, I’m not! I did the right thing! It was just too fuckin’ bad that it didn’t go right!”
Treize sighed as the two personalities argued with each other, expressions of amusement and interest flitting in their direction. The auburn-haired man turned to look at Zechs, tilting his head questionably as he stared at the handsome man. Zechs’ curved lips pulled into a smirk as he gave the slightest of shrugs as answer to Treize’s silent question.
“I didn’t like that you’ve caused my future soldiers to run and hide...I might just have to forget and try to forgive the lot of you for this. Unfortunately, it won’t be that easy. I had hopes for them.”
“So you lost a couple of mutants...big deal,” Alex muttered, searching his pockets for cigarettes. “If needs be, find them, work your magic. Have that Nazi bitch manipulate them here and there. Have them turned against each other; run those two in our direction. Easy as pie.”
“If things were so easy, Alex m’dear...I would be talking to them right now instead of having to drop them completely from my plans,” Treize retorted, giving an evil glance at the blond.
“How hard is it?” Alex exclaimed, abandoning the search.
“Finding them, for one thing, could be an impossibility. Those doctors of theirs are strangely secretive,” Treize said quietly, frowning.
“How hard could that be? Shit...we’ll just interrogate the women.”
“These women don’t even know where they are,” Treize growled.
Alex looked confused for a couple of seconds, thinking about this development, and linking it to an unanswered question.
“On that note, sir...are they truly that valuable for you to keep pursuing them?” Zechs asked softly, adjusting the coat he held over one arm. “There are plenty of other mutants out there that are more available... perhaps we’ll stop pursuing these ones, chalk it up to bad luck?”
Treize thought about this, then nodded firmly. “Great idea.”
Alex rolled his eyes. Treize had answered this very same question earlier. Scowling at both of them, his fists clenching in tense balls at his sides, Alex worked his jaw in annoyance.
“So that’s it?” he then asked, gesturing. “We just drop the plans?”
“Yes. We’ll find more to recruit.”
“What if they, for example, find out who attacked their house and, by relative chance, came looking for the lot of you?” Alex asked in curiosity. “What then?”
“We get rid of them. Simple.” Treize adjusted himself on the chaise, sighing. “Where’s Ralph?”
Everyone looked around each other, frowning as they realized that Kurt was missing. With another sigh and a raise of his eyebrows, Treize rose from the chaise, adjusting his robe. “I assume he’s still on his undercover tailing operation?”
“Probably...”
Zechs lifted an eyebrow, brushing long strands of white from his face. “In that case...does anyone know how to contact him?”
“He has a cell on him,” Middie pointed out. “But I don’t know his number.”
“Try locating that, for me, Zechs,” Treize said, the long haired man nodding and walking off. “At least one of you stay true to my plans...Alex...a word with you in back? Privately?”
Alex sighed, closing his eyes in severe exasperation, then nodded. He followed Treize out of the room, the others staring after them in silence.
Middie giggled and hissed, “Ooh, he’s going to get it...!”
“Think they’ll go easy on him?” Nichols asked. “I mean, he is two personalities...what if one escapes the punishment, and the other...well...suffers injustly?”
Trant shrugged. “Who the fuck knows, man? Shit...least it isn’t us going in there.”
All three of them nodded at that, and watched as Zechs disappeared into the same back room as the other two. All that morning, the three tried very hard not to listen to the pained screams and shouts that were audible from behind the closed door.
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Later that morning, Quatre stared at himself in the full length mirror in the bathroom, the shower running nearby. He stared at the various bruises on his hips and waist area, where he’d been roughly handled. His arms were also covered with some bruises, and he stared at these discolorations with a mixture of numbed curiosity and approval.
He reached down to his hip with one finger, tracing a multi-color bruise that lined his hip bone. He then touched a larger one that spread out from his waist. They were bright against his pale skin, bright and swollen. Though they hurt, they would fade away as easily as they were given.
He took a deep breath, sighing as he touched another set of bruises, this one high around his arm, where he’d been pulled back into the house. They were so bright...so colorful. They were a fierce red color, tender and swollen. They were in the shape of fingerprints–the linear marks spread in almost perfect horizontal lines around his arm. He touched the thumb print, a lonely character that spread almost vertical underneath his biceps. There were a series of accompanying bruises; one where he’d hit the floor, another where the table scraped against him when he’d gotten up.
But all in all, they made him sick.
He made a fist, and brought his knuckles down onto the larger bruise that spread from his hip. The pain was sharp, uncomfortable. It gave him some comfort to feel that pain. It was by his own hand–it was on his own terms. He hit himself again, wincing at the pain that radiated from that area. The bruise was suddenly more uglier than it was seconds again. He drew his fingertips over the grotesque thing, pressing down hard to watch it discolor. His nails scraped against the skin. The painful throb made him hiss.
He touched the ones on his arms. They were ugly, too. They were not given on his terms. He turned his arm, so that the bruises were easily acceptable. He pinched at the discolored skin, watching it shift color with the action. The pain stung. It numbed his skin. But it didn’t numb him.
The voices were starting again, as well as the emotions. They weren’t his. They weren’t his.
He felt himself shaking as he curled his fingers and hit those bruises with his knuckles. The pain was uncomfortable, throbbing–he hit himself a couple more times, then pulled his fingers over the discoloration. The voices were loud–he was reliving memories. Being an empath, he was able to retain these wretched memories based upon emotions alone. It made them far worse, for it was as if he were experiencing the content of these memories all over again.
He jerked his head to the side, reaching up to press a hand to his temple. He stared at a point on the floor and silently recited the Pledge of Allegiance.
The voices stopped. The emotions filtered away and became his once more.
He then stared at his figure overall. He was still skinny, his ribs quite visible, his skin pale, his posture a little lurpy.
Self consciously, he touched his flat belly, tracing over visible veins and light body hair. He wasn’t as hairy as he’d been before he’d come here, which meant his body had an adequate amount of body fat and muscle to keep him warm once more. The hair had only been the body’s natural defense against the cold, and had grown in various areas that needed it. He was sure Duo had the same thing going for him, but the boy must have lost his hair faster than he was, because Duo ate and gained like a madman.
He touched the bony flatness of his chest, and winced. He felt he wasn’t very appealing–he looked like a teenager that hadn’t grown into his body yet. He shouldn’t have no business lusting after a man like Heero. His fingers curled, clenching his skin, pinching and twisting in miserable dejection. The pain let him know that it hurt, and he forced his fingers into wrenching hapless flesh in directions it shouldn’t. The pain was raw, immediate, and was momentarily comforting. He was punishing himself for feeling things that were wrong. He was shaking as he did so. When he removed his fingers, his skin was miserably red and already starting to turn color.
He stared at his reflection, at the way the colors turned on his pale flesh. The sting of the previous pinches were radiating through his skin, irritating him. He stared at his penis and hated that it was so vulnerable. It was disgusting, really, this appendage.
It knew pleasure and pain–pleasure when it shouldn’t. Pain when it shouldn’t. It was horribly ugly, and traitorous. He hated it. He hated knowing that it ruled him in instances he didn’t want. He felt pleasure when he shouldn’t–felt pain when it shouldn’t be there. It was hideous. He hated it.
His skin tingled, reminding him that what it felt was out of his control. He stared at the new marks upon his body and exhaled heavily. He hated his body. He hated himself. He was disgusting.
He was a weak-willed wimp, capable of doing nothing other than whoring his body. He pushed the mirror to one side so that he couldn’t see himself in it.
He turned to enter the shower, then frowned at the cat that sat on the sink counter. The cat, Trowa, blinked lazily at him, tail swishing with casual nonchalance. Quatre immediately covered himself with his hands, his entire body growing red with mortification.
“GET OUT!” he screamed, pulling a towel from the rack and hitting him with it. The cat yowled, and careened off the counter, shifting into a cockroach that easily slipped under the door. Quatre then bent, shoving the towel within the space between the door and the floor, breathing heavily in mortification.
How long had Trowa been there, watching him?! How mortifying. It didn’t matter that Trowa had no qualms about anything–what mattered was Quatre’s modesty and the secrets he was trying to keep.
Fumbling, he made his way to the shower and climbed in, wincing at the cold. Quickly, he showered and got out, shutting off the water with a muttered curse. Then he hurriedly dressed, not bothering with drying his hair. Slamming his way out the bathroom, he furiously stomped toward the bedroom, looking for Trowa.
When he didn’t find him there, he considered stomping downstairs and locating him down there. But then again, Trowa might bring up the bruises in front of everybody...
Hating the entire situation, Quatre turned to return to the bathroom to finish drying his hair, but Heero walked into the room, startling him. Immediately embarrassed and shamed by his own inadequacies, he looked down at the floor, feeling sick.
“What’s your problem?” Heero demanded, walking to the closet and rummaging through the various things hanging inside. His bag was already packed, and he’d been ready hours ago. His temper was still simmering due to the fact that they weren’t leaving any time soon, and his own mixture of feelings and inadequacies were giving him a serious headache.
But somehow, just seeing the blond, gave him a small boost of curious mood-lifting.
“I’m sorry,” Quatre mumbled, walking away from him.
“Wait.”
He paused at the doorway, not wanting to look up at the other mutant, his shame visible on his features. Heero sat down at the edge of Duo’s bed, and made a hand gesture in his direction. Quatre saw it from the corner of his eye, and he gave Heero with a questioning expression. Heero made the gesture again, and Quatre turned away from the door, slowly walking over to him.
“What’s wrong with you?” Heero asked, lifting his eyebrows.
“...I don’t know...”
Heero frowned, tilting his head slightly, to capture his attention. “Why won’t you look at me?”
Quatre shrugged slightly, unable to look at him in the face. Being faced with this person, who was so much stronger and more powerful than he was, diminished him. He felt powerless and wholly childlike all over again–as if he were facing an authority figure, or worse–his father. Heero did that to him–but there was a sense of security of the mutant’s presence that made him feel a sense of familiarity with things. A new situation, same old thing.
Heero closed his eyes, inhaling deeply of the clean, shower fresh scent that wafted from the other boy. It was entirely intoxicating, making tendrils of desire curl in his belly. His senses needed to absorb more of it. He rose from Duo’s bed, staring down at the downcast eyes that refused to meet his. He reached out, touching the angled jaw, tracing it with his fingertips. He noted the brief shudder from the other mutant, the way long lashes closed, an expression of submission on his face.
Leaning close, he inhaled the strong, clean scent, the mixture absolutely inviting and pure. His nose brushed against the faint stubble on one cheek, and his lips touched briefly against the warmed flesh. His fingers traced over the sharp jaw line, then trailed down a pale neck, his fingertips sliding briefly into the collar of his shirt.
Skin warmed skin, and Heero pulled the other closer, pressing him against his body, feeling the slighter form immediately fit against his. His lips found soft skin on Quatre’s neck, and he reveled in the heady scent, in the taste. His tongue flicked out, tasting the cleanliness of it, the muscle underneath. His teeth found similar purchase, nipping hard enough for the other to give soft sounds deep in his throat. He felt Quatre’s hands snake up to his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin.
Inhaling sharply, he closed his eyes, wrapping his own arms around the slim hips, pressing forward, finding his groin heating with immense pleasure at the contact.
“I need you,” he heard Quatre whisper against his ear, his breath hot and heavy.
Heero felt himself shivering at the contact, at the wet sounds that accompanied the tongue that wet his earlobe. He started at the feel of Quatre’s hand fitting over the bulge in his pants, feeling and squeezing roughly. The contact was startling because he hadn’t felt the other drop his hand from his shoulder. But it was appreciated, the questing hand kneading and stroking outside his jeans, causing him to inhale sharply. His eyes drifted closed, only half aware that he was holding the other tightly against him, the questing hand using a limited amount of room to maneuver about. He pulled away slightly, the bony hand working at his jeans covered crotch, questing lower to handle his balls.
He felt Quatre shift against him, the hand disappearing briefly from his balls to work at the zipper and button. Suddenly self conscious and nervous, Heero opened his eyes, looking at the open doorway. There wasn’t anybody on the second floor with them, all of them downstairs. He started to pull away when Quatre’s hand snaked into his jeans, through the window of his boxers, and grasped him. It caused his breath to cease, his entire body to tighten as that pale hand pulled his hardened cock through his boxers and began to stroke and squeeze him.
The stroking on his cock grew stronger, skinny fingers gripping him from base, rolling to tip, in a continuous movement that had his hips rocking slightly into the movement. He felt ready to burst, too hard to be comfortable, and the movement was chafing him, the dry rasp making little noise in the quiet bedroom. Quatre suddenly left his sight. Before Heero could shift his sight about to look for him, he felt wet, moist heat sucking in his hard cock.
The feelings were immediately scorching–the combined heat and wetness of Quatre’s mouth worked him, the suction of his throat pulling him deep.
The assault of feelings practically had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His knees grew weak as Quatre’s head bobbed, working fiercely to give him this pleasure. Quatre’s hands quested upward, gripping Heero’s exposed hips, kneading the muscle and bone there with his thumbs. Heero’s hips suddenly bucked forward, and he heard Quatre choke briefly. The hands on his hips pressed hard, ordering him silently to be still.
Heero’s hands moved, fingers ensnaring through the platinum blond locks. He came suddenly, his hips bucking forward, fingers tightening within the blond locks. He gave a low moan, his entire body seemingly being milked by the talented mouth that had worked him. Thin fingers stroked his balls through his underwear, as if quietly coaxing the spilling load into his welcoming mouth. Sucking in a hissing breath, Heero felt his head fall back, face speaking of his rapture. It had been glorious...
Quatre licked his lips, his mouth slightly sore from the vigorous activity, and rose, finding Heero’s raptured expression. His fingers curled over Heero’s jaw to keep his head back, and he began nibbling at the exposed skin of his throat. Inhaling deeply of the musky scent of the other, his own body ached for reciprocation of touch. At the same time, he was dreading it, and inwardly cursing his physical desires.
Heero shifted then, bringing them against Duo’s bed, his hands curling around his ass and pulling him forward against his body. The contact made Quatre inhale sharply, feeling momentarily panicked by Heero’s response to him.
He was thrown onto his back, his legs thrust apart. Sudden flashes of previous treatment by others caused him to stiffen, his entire body going still for a second. Panic curled up from within, and the desire that forced physical needs to surface struggled to overcome the lapse. He gasped in pain when Heero grasped his half hardened cock outside his pants. He clawed at Heero’s back, drawing him closer to him, pressing into that painful grip. It was starting to feel pleasurable again...pain was needed for pleasure. His head was nudged aside, Heero’s mouth settling on his throat, seeking out his pulse point, and the dip in his collarbone.
He felt that wild surge of desperate need, the kind that made him shift his hips upward, needing appropriate contact. He felt sick for wanting that pleasure. It made nausea build even as his blood started to warm with the contact.
Warm, strong fingers touched his stomach, slipping underneath his shirt. A hard pinch of his nipple made him squirm uncomfortably, but was appreciated by a forced murmur of sound. He felt his jeans manipulated by hurried hands, and gave a low moan as he eagerly waited for Heero’s hands on him in that way.
The elastic hem of his underwear was maneuvered aside, and Quatre felt himself stiffen at the feel of Heero’s hands brushing through his pubic hair, grasping his hardening cock. The almost painful pressure had him gasping in uncomfortable assent, his fingers digging into Heero’s shoulders.
Heero shifted his lips from his neck, murmuring against his ear as he stroked roughly, hearing the pained inhalations of breath from the other.
“Why do you like it this way?” he asked. He suddenly softened his grip, belatedly remembering his mutant gift for rendering steel into putty.
Quatre found himself panicking when he realized that the touch had shifted from rough to soft.
“Harder...it doesn’t hurt enough...”
Heero watched the flickers of pain and torment on the other’s face, feeling the hardened response in his hand. The slim, seemingly fragile body beneath him writhed uncomfortably on Duo’s bed, fingernails pinching him through his shirt. He shifted, directing his teeth onto the sharp collarbone, clenching bone between his teeth. He bit hard enough to make the other yelp and hiss.
Quatre clawed at his back, lifting his hips, wanting more contact, pressing his body eagerly against the other’s. “Hurt me...make it hurt...”
Heero shifted, moving to pull the awkwardly lowered jeans all the way off when he paused, blinking. He
shook his head suddenly, and pulled the blond from the bed, making their way to the bathroom. Once inside, he locked both doors, and frowned when he saw Quatre stuffing rolled up towels into the slim opening under each one. When that was done, the blond then picked up the lotion container from the counter, giving a slightly guilty look as he held it tightly.
Heero glanced at the container, then at Quatre in some confusion. Ignoring the look, Quatre moved forward, reaching up to wrap an arm around Heero’s neck, and pressed his body against the other’s. Making suggestive movements, he worked on getting Heero’s erection up and moving again, counting on the other mutant’s youth and libido to kick in.
Getting the response he needed, he shifted away and watched as Heero hastily undressed, looking at him pointedly. Quatre shook his head at the silent suggestion, squeezing some lotion into his hand. He reached for Heero’s erection, coating the hard member liberally with it. The action was pleasurable for Heero, his eyelids growing heavy, his breathing to quicken, and his body tensing. Quatre watched his expressions, squeezing out more lotion, and finally setting the container aside. Keeping his hand cupped with extra lotion, he directed Heero over him as he lowered them both to the floor. As Heero adjusted himself over the willing blond, Quatre kicked off his pants and underwear, spreading his legs wide so that the other mutant could settle comfortably on top of him.
Ten minutes later, Heero was still thrusting eagerly, panting slightly as the sensation of sex eased away his foul temper and disposition. Concentrating entirely on the pleasurable feelings that made his body tight and hot, Heero had lost sight of his anger from this morning. All he could feel was how he was held in the body and arms of this beautiful young man, who worked with him in gaining his pleasure. Slowing once he recognized the white hot burn growing in his lower body, Heero propped himself above the other mutant, finally noting the faraway look in the other’s eyes. He also noticed the way Quatre looked more than indifferent to the whole situation, as if he were merely there just to be there. He shifted slightly, to see if touching the other mutant would somehow evoke some sort of reaction when the movement caused his body to jerk, and his load to spill.
He grunted, lowering his head as he performed a few more thrusts, enjoying this hot feeling that made his whole body sing with praise and pleasure. His arms shaking as he kept himself propped, Heero stared down at the slow rising and fall of Quatre’s chest, wholly aware that the blond hadn’t shared any similar reactions to sex as he had in the room.
He lifted his head, unsure of how to address this issue, and saw the indifferent expression once more. A sense of guilt whispered along his conscience, and his mother’s voice informed him that he was selfish for thinking only of himself. With an angry jerk of his body, he pulled himself out from the blond, and rose without comment. There wasn’t as much blood, this time, and he stepped over the blond to clean himself up with tissue. Quatre pulled himself up from the floor, keeping his legs together as he leaned against the counter. He waited for Heero to clean himself off, and watched with detached feeling as the other dressed.
Another glance back at the blond, and Heero let himself out of the bathroom through their bedroom end, feeling utmost pleased with what he’d just experienced. His body feel energized and free–the load of previous had been lifted from his shoulders and mind from that simple act.
He heard the bathroom door close quietly behind him, and paused in the middle of the room. He had taken again, without any consideration or thought to the blond’s needs. But he remembered looking over the boy’s body, and seeing no response to sex. The boy had lifted his hips and uttered sounds that pleased Heero, but even that had been indifferent and practiced. There hadn’t been any reaction at all that signaled Quatre’s own pleasure to the moment.
Wondering about this, Heero returned to the closet and began rummaging for his hooded sweaters.
Twenty minutes later, Wufei came up to the room, carrying a small baggie. He looked over at Heero, who was re-checking the things in his pack, and Quatre, who was staring at the far corner of the room and folding and re-folding a plain green sweater.
The feelings in the room were awkward, for Wufei. It felt as if he’d just missed something, and glanced at both of them warily. He held the baggie out to Quatre, who snapped out of his daze upon his sudden closeness.
“Sally said for you to not forget that,” Wufei said.
“All right.”
“What is that?” Heero asked curiously, zipping up his pack.
“Antibiotics,” Wufei answered stoically, with a glance in the blond’s direction. Quatre made no reaction to the comment–he slipped the baggie into his simple pack and continued with the green sweater once more.
“For what?”
“...Uh...a venereal disease...” Wufei said tentatively, dropping his voice, as if afraid Quatre could hear. But he was standing right next to the boy–and the boy didn’t even give a reaction to the words. He glanced at him, then at Heero, who was looking decidedly stunned. “What?”
“...Nothing.”
Wufei stared at him for a couple of moments, then left the room on a shrug. He wondered if Heero had known that Duo and Quatre were being treated for what they’d picked up on the streets. He received his answer moments later when he heard Heero angrily hiss, “You didn’t tell me you had something!”
Deciding to stay out of that one, Wufei was downstairs within moments, looking over the mess in the hall. He and the others had finished packing, and were merely waiting on O. He walked into the kitchen and busied himself with making something to eat.
At the dinner table, Duo looked up from his buttered toast as Quatre hurried down the stairs, looking frazzled. Moments later, Heero came running after him and Duo blinked, wondering if they were playing tag without him. He then shrugged, returning his attention to his bread and smiled brightly in Wufei’s direction.
“Hey, Trow!” he then greeted as the lanky boy made his way downstairs, looking entirely content. If the boy were an animal, he’d be purring right now.
“Duo.”
Duo blinked as Trowa walked off, whistling. He shuddered, looking at Wufei. The Chinese was giving an expression of uncertainty as well.
“You know when that boy’s smiling, he isn’t up to any good,” Wufei said, frowning as he looked at Duo.
Duo shrugged–he’d had no idea what was making Trowa smile, but it really wasn’t any of his business. He watched as Wufei gathered his eating materials and came over to the table. He took a chair close to him, Duo noticed. Wufei’s cheeks pinkened just slightly, his onyx eyes questing over in his direction. Duo smiled at him, brushing his bangs from his face and chewing on his toast.
“What do you think we’re going?” he asked Wufei, lifting an eyebrow.
Wufei shrugged. “S’s summer cabin is supposed to be quite nice. It’s up in the mountains, near the Canadian border...”
Duo picked at his toast. “Think they can find us there?”
“No...but the doctors can transfer us to another place if that happens.”
Duo stared at him, drumming his fingers on the tabletop. He reached out, touching Wufei’s cheek with one hand. Wufei looked at him in surprise, eyes widening slightly at the touch. Duo just smiled at him, one that was gentle and loving.
“You’re just beautiful, dude.”
Wufei’s face turned red, and he tilted his head out of Duo’s reach. “Duo...”
“No, you really are. You’re so beautiful. You always look so damn serious, but then, when one gets to talk to you, you’re actually very friendly and humorous.”
Wufei made an inarticulate sound, feeling his entire head flush with color. “T-Thank you...”
Duo dropped his hand to his shoulder, kneading lightly. He then pulled himself out of his seat, touching his lips where his fingers had been previously, then reaching over to tilt Wufei’s face toward his. Their lips touched once more, briefly melding, then pulling away. His eyes half-lidded, Duo leaned into the kiss, his tongue darting out to lick the inviting bottom lip.
He heard Wufei give a small sound in his throat, mouth opening slightly. Taking that chance, Duo filled his mouth with his tongue, briefly touching the perfect teeth within, tasting pork flavored ramen and coffee. He felt Wufei’s responding kiss, his tongue touching his with a brief taste, his jaw working to gain closer ground with Duo’s mouth.
Lost in the taste, feel and presence of Wufei, Duo bent his head, gaining more ground on the other, their tongues rubbing together, tasting each other eagerly.
“OH MY GOD!”
They broke apart with much fluster, whipping around to stare at Catherine. She turned and hurried out, apologies fluttering from her mouth. Duo wiped his mouth, turning embarrassed at the spectacle while Wufei hid his face behind his hands, his own face as equally as red.
“Geez, I’m sorry, ‘Fei,” Duo muttered, hurrying out from the dining room, to make sure Catherine didn’t broadcast anything that would cause the Chinese much embarrassment.
Wufei touched his mouth, wiping away the excess saliva that he found, breathing deeply in order to preserve the giddiness that he felt whipping around in his lower middle. That kiss...it had been as perfect. It had been right, had been great...he could still taste Duo in his mouth, the taste of butter and something unique. He closed his eyes in rapture, uncaring if anybody saw him in this state. It had been perfect...
O0o0o0o0o0oO
Dr J looked suspiciously at the five boys standing before him, all of them dressed in various forms of warmth against the cold air outside. It was starting to snow again, flakes coating the ground with silent melody. Heero looked infinitely pissed, Quatre looked tired, Trowa looked like he was up to no good, and Duo and Wufei kept touching each other, their hands briefly brushing against the others’.
“Well...I see everyone’s looking rather well,” he muttered, stroking his goatee. “Have you all packed enough for a few days?”
At the chorus of sounds, he nodded in approval.
“Treize is now well aware of our location, and it would be logical to move the lot of you to a different place...”
“Where are we going?” Heero rather growled, his angry face matching his tone.
“Out of state. Somewhere away from the city,” Dr J said. “There, you’ll all be alone. Meanwhile, Sally and Catherine will work on throwing off the others in locating the lot of you, while the others and I work out something that will, uh, remedy the present situation. I’m sure you don’t want to be so far from your precious sanctuary...Of course, whatever else you have between the lot of you will be between the lot of you. Understand? Now, get your things. O has a long way to drive, and you know how traffic is...”
Talking amongst themselves, the boys gathered their things. Duo straightened as he handled his duffle with some uncertainty.
“Are we gonna have code names?” Duo asked excitedly, looking at Heero, who frowned at him. “I mean, this is all high and mighty, and if someone wants to talk about us without actually saying our names, shouldn’t we be speaking in code?”
Dr J frowned at this, then nodded curtly as he stared at the boys that stood abreast of each other, holding their things. “Excellent point. Code names. Bravo for you, young Maxwell. Now, let’s see...what’s appropriate...? Ah.”
He pointed at each one in turn. “One, Two, Three, Four, and Five. There. Codenames finished.”
Duo frowned. “I was expecting somethin’ cool, you know? Like, Heero could be, I dunno, the Perfect Soldier, since he’s all high and mighty and robotic...and I could be the God of Death, cuz, y’know, I control dead bodies...and Trowa could be the Silencer, cuz he’s like, quiet all the time. Quat could be the Pacifist, cuz he doesn’t like to fight, and ‘Fei could be the Dragon...I don’t know. That could just be me...”
“What do you mean, ‘robotic’?” Heero snarled, but there wasn’t very much bite within it.
“I’m quiet?” Trowa asked incredulously, looking down at himself, as if he could see the answer there.
“Hmm...I like my nickname...” Wufei mused, rubbing his chin.
“You WOULD!” Trowa snapped at him.
“Boys, boys...whatever. You will all be addressed by your appropriated numbers,” Dr J said, liking the idea. “Excellent idea, Maxwell. There’s hope for that brain at last...”
“Wa-hoo!!”
“Am I really quiet?” Trowa asked Quatre, nudging him as they began filing out from the house.
“I am not a robot...” Heero mumbled grumpily.
Duo grinned at Wufei as they filed out, holding their small bags close to them. “So? What’d you think?”
“I still like my nickname best. Why that particular word?”
“I dunno...it just seems appropriate for you, ‘Fei. I mean, you’re all graceful, and predatory, and you remind me of a dragon.”
Wufei turned pink, but smiled at him as they made their way to the awaiting van parked outside their house. Catherine and Sally were standing out there, giving small hugs and kisses to the boys as they threw their things into the back, boarding the nondescript vehicle. Catherine hugged Trowa for a longer amount of time, due to him being her brother.
“You stay out of trouble, all right?” she whispered, kissing him on the cheek as he made a face. “I love you! Don’t goad Heero into killing you, and watch out for Quatre, all right?”
“Get off me,” Trowa muttered, pulling out of her embrace as Catherine swatted him affectionately.
“...and don’t let Heero boss you around, all right?” Sally was saying to Quatre, running her fingers through his hair and hugging him tightly. She then released him and turned to Duo. “And you, you little scamp! I’ll be sure to have lots of ketchup for you when you get back!”
Duo hugged her tightly, pulling her off her feet. “We’ll be good! It ain’t like we’re going to be gone forever!!”
“I know, I know...I’ll just miss you guys...” Sally murmured, kissing his forehead then turning to Wufei. She gave him a handshake instead of the hug, which she knew fitted him better. Wufei gave her a wry smile. “Keep these guys in line, all right? We all know you’re the one with the more saner prospective,” she whispered.
“I will. Thanks, Sally.”
Catherine finished hugging Duo as he got into the van, and she turned to him as Sally left him. She hugged him instead, turning her head to whisper, “We packed some unmentionables for you both. They’re in your back zipper pocket in your suitcase.”
“Wha–?”
“Pamphlets on safe gay sex, condoms, lube–!Those two boys haven’t finished their antibiotics, but they will soon. After that...just make sure you practice safe sex.”
“CATHERINE.”
“What? I did the same thing with Heero.” She kissed him. “You know how you boys are...it’ll be one big orgy up there, and I want you guys appropriately informed and protected, if not safe.”
Wufei looked away, annoyed.
“See you guys! Later! Be good!” Sally said, waving at them.
O, in the driver’s seat, snorted and shook his head, wondering why females displayed so much emotion and dramatics when it came to a trip. When Wufei finally got in, sliding next to Duo, the nearly hairless man started up the van. He began the careful process of pulling away from the Victorian, heading out to the main streets to catch the freeway out of New York.
As they passed by the end of the block, no one noticed the lone man standing there, his entire body encased with fabric, save for his head. He stared after the van with some curiosity, his brown hair lightly coated with snow.
O0o0o0o0o0oO
“Wow! What’s this place?” Duo asked excitedly, pressing his face against the window.
It had taken nearly five hours to get to their destination, the woodsy area filled with snow. The van was taking a dangerous trail up to a single cabin, and the eery silence was more than discomforting to those riding along within the vehicle.
“S’s summer cabin,” O replied. “Treize has no idea where it is, and the woods cause interference with telepathic communications, rendering Dorothy’s powers incapable here.”
“Why?” Quatre asked from the back, where he and Heero had said nothing to each other during the ride.
O was a little annoyed that the pest questioned him.
He wasn’t about to answer when Trowa said from his seat, “Because of the silence here. There isn’t any other human settlement around for miles, and some say that the telepaths, or those with mind powers, can’t focus within the silence. You’d think they can, but the silence actually acts as a sort of white noise effect, neutralizing any human thought that they can actually sense. It’s complicated.”
O stared at him with some annoyed discontent, and Trowa grinned at him, making him shudder in response.
“Oh,” Quatre muttered, frowning at the explanation. It seemed a little far fetched, but if it kept Dorothy from penetrating their rank...
He had to wonder if his powers would still be in effect, puzzling over this.
“Of course, it’s limited,” O spoke up, reluctantly as he maneuvered the van into the snow covered driveway. “Dorothy, in her sense, has no idea where the lot of you will be. She’ll have to search for you before she can do anything. Since she cannot, she doesn’t know the distance and where you’re at, the silence works. Your powers will be able to work because you’re within a group of people. That’s if you decide to try and actually use them without certain persuasion... ”
Quatre frowned.
Duo frowned at O, wondering what it was that had the older man hating Quatre with so much dislike. Whenever O was forced to talk to the blond, it was forced, coated with venom. The van stopped with a forceful thrust, sending Trowa into the dashboard because he didn’t like wearing his seatbelt. The others caught themselves in time as O then switched off the vehicle, getting out.
“Guess we’re here,” Duo grumbled, shifting in his seat as Wufei opened the back door.
Duo stared up at the two story cottage, the windows coated with plastic, the door latched over with wood. Wufei gathered their things, and handed Duo his as the others retrieved their bags, following O as the doctor ambled up to the house. He turned intangible to walk straight in, and emerged moments later, a disgusted expression on his face.
“Well, there you go. J gave you the communicator?” he asked Heero, who nodded curtly. “Good. We’ll keep in touch.”
They watched as O climbed into the vehicle, backed out, and drove off without any other words.
Duo sighed, and looked at Heero. Heero grunted with some reluctance, but pulled the boards away easily. Duo teleported inside as he did so, his eyes squinting within the darkness. It was so quiet, dusty and eery inside that he couldn’t wait for the others to come in. He assumed there wasn’t any electricity. He frowned, his hands out as he searched for an appropriate walkway to move away from the door. The door opened moments later, Heero leading the way in.
Wufei walked in last, pulling the door shut behind him. He then held up a hand, a small fireball flashing into view. It gave them some light to work with. The others found large candles and propane fueled lanterns, and had Wufei lit the thick wicks within the old wax forms. The cottage revealed to them had spacious areas, massive sectionals that took up half of the living room, an open stairway leading up to at least four rooms up top and the bare essentials in modern living. The kitchen was neutrally stocked, holding canned foods and nonperishable materials. There was plenty of bottled water lining every available space, giving it a cluttered look.
“I’ve never been a country mouse,” Duo muttered uncomfortably. “Does this place have running water?”
Trowa was busily sniffing about as a cat, tail slashing through the air as he explored the place. Heero glanced about, saw that it was suitable, and looked at Quatre, who was studying the kitchen with a look of uncertainty on his face.
Wufei receded the fireball and looked upstairs. “Four rooms...”
“One of them’s bound to be a bathroom...”
Duo immediately looked at Heero and Quatre. “You two get your own damn room.”
“No argument here,” Heero grunted. He started for the stairs, while Quatre looked a little annoyed at the decision, glaring at Duo.
He shrugged, looking at the blond pointedly.
Trowa once again regained human form, hands on his hips.
“I claim couch!” he then declared. “I know when I’m not wanted.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wufei asked in annoyance, secretly pleased that he and Duo would be sharing a room. “There’s three rooms available. You can get one to yourself.”
“Hell, no. Sharing a room between two couples, fucking their brains out? Fuck, no. I’m not interested in hearing things,” Trowa muttered, flopping onto the couch with a comfortable sigh. He closed his eyes, smiling very slightly. Besides, watching is so much better, he added quietly.
Duo lifted an eyebrow at the boy while Wufei looked at him. They then exchanged smiles, and shrugged.
“What are we supposed to do out here, in the meantime?” Quatre asked curiously as Heero explored the rooms upstairs, finding that one of the closed rooms was a bathroom.
“I dunno.”
Wufei shrugged while Trowa opened an eye, staring at the blond with a pointed expression.
“We’re to train, as we usually would in the Hangar,” Heero reported, coming out from one of the rooms, minus his bag. He peered over the railing. “It’s easy. Wufei, Trowa and I have done it before.”
“I wouldn’t consider that training, Yuy. I would consider that time to be Trowa’s and Heero’s Unrestrained Killing Match of Doom,” Wufei muttered.
“So? Trowa needed his ass kicked.”
“Kicked me real bad,” Trowa murmured, grinning. “But I got him in the end.”
“How?” Duo asked, blinking at him.
“Ever hear of tapeworm?”
“It’s...uh, a parasite.”
“Insect form. Heh, heh, heh. You haven’t truly seen Yuy from the inside as I have...”
Duo and Quatre winced while Wufei looked sick. Heero looked annoyed, rubbing his stomach as he pushed away from the railing. Trowa just chuckled.
“Well, I’m hungry,” Duo announced, looking at the kitchen. “Let’s see what they have for us to nibble on!”
“I don’t think S has any meat here, Duo. You’d have to go out and hunt,” Wufei said, walking with him into the kitchen.
“Wow, really? How neat! Er...I don’t have to do that, do I?”
“Quatre...can you come up here, please?”
Quatre sulked briefly, looking for an excuse to avoid such circumstance, but trudged upstairs. Trowa twisted his head to peer up the second floor landing, listening to the dragging footsteps that ended at the doorway at the end of the hall. The door was shut softly behind him, and moments later, the sound of a lock moving into place.
He grinned, settling into the couch, getting comfortable. Yup, he made the right choice.