Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Elements ❯ Chapter 22 ( Chapter 22 )

To make up for not putting out a chapter last week: two chapters this week! Yay!

Disclaimer: Neither Gundam Wing nor its characters are mine. They are the property of their respective owners. Rhys (when he shows up) is not mine. He is the property of Laurel K. Hamilton. The Sidhe, the way I use them, are Laurel K. Hamilton's interpretation of the faeries from mythology. If I use Hands of Power, which I might, they are the creation of Laurel K. Hamilton, too.

Pairings: 2x1 (eventually), 6+1, 5+1, implied 3+4, R+H, H+9+H, others to be named Rating: NC-17, probably Warnings: AU, OOC, probably lemon, semi Duo- bastardization (don't worry, he gets over it), I should probably add angst, NICE RELENA Chapter 18, 3x1 lemon, but don't worry, it's just sex.

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The Elements

Chapter 22

Quatre sat in Wufei's room, trying to decide whether or not he should go after Wufei. After all, he *was* planning on hurting Milliardo, but then again, Milliardo definitely deserved it. He *had* tried to kill Wufei's chances with Heero, who even Quatre had to admit, was undeniably gorgeous--but not more so than Trowa.

//Nobody's cuter than Trowa. He's so hot, with his nice ass, and his freaky hair, and his being all tall and all, and his--//

Quatre's train of thought was broken by the sound of a phone ringing. He looked around the room, and--finally--found Wufei's phone under a blue dress shirt.

"Hello," Quatre said when he picked up the phone.

"Qualta?" a familiar, though slurred, voice said. "Ish dat oo?"

"Yeah," Quatre said. "Duo, what's wrong with your voice? Why are you talking so funny?"

"Neva mind dat," Duo replied. "My tongue'sh jush a li'l bit numb. Lishen, I'm at da hoshpital. Relena and Towla are here. She'sh hurt real bad--in the I-shee-U, and dey won't let me shee her. Towla's uncon-unconciou--asleep, and he won't wake up. You guysh need to get down here, quick."

Quatre listened to Duo's words, his horror growing by the second. He dropped the phone and ran out of the room.

"Wufei! Milliardo!"

***

Oberon and Ira sat in the latter's car outside of the Lleanan Sidhe. It had taken them forty-five minutes to get to the forest-surrounded club, but it was definitely going to be worth it. The Lleanan Sidhe was the place that all the fae in the area would go to when they were fed up with the human world, or when they just needed some faery interaction.

The music was blasting, some kind of techno music that was mostly synthesized. Faeries were lined up outside of the building, waiting for the bouncer--whose only job was to make sure no humans got in--to let them inside. There were very few cars in the small, gravel parking lot; not enough to hold even half the people in line, much less those already inside the Lleanan Sidhe.

"Heero," Ira said slowly. "Is this a club? Why are we at a club? It's four in the afternoon!"

"Yes, Ira," Oberon said. "It's a very *special* club." Oberon looked up at Ira and laid his hand on the human's thigh. "But I don't think you really care about that. Coming here makes and happy, and a happy me equals a happy you." Oberon rubbed Ira's leg, every upward sweep of his hand getting closer and closer to his groin. "Now, Ira, *baby*, I'm going to give you a choice. Are you listening?"

"Oh, *yes*," Ira moaned, when Oberon's hand ghosted over his crotch.

"Okay. That's good to know," Oberon said huskily. "I'm going to give you two choices." He gave Ira's dick a squeeze through his pants. "First choice: after I get out, you turn this car around and go back to the dorms. Doesn't sound too good does it? No.... Second choice: I kiss you like you've never been kissed before, maybe with a little something extra thrown in."

"The-the second one," Ira said, his eyes rolling back into his head when Oberon squeezed his member again.

"Are you sure? Are you absolutely positive?" Oberon asked, wanting to confirm that this was what the human wanted.

"Oh, *God*, yes," Ira said, trying to arch up into Oberon's touch.

"Okay, then," Oberon smirked. //That's what they all say.//

Oberon swung his leg over Ira and straddled him. It was sort of a tight fit--because of the steering wheel--but he made it work. Oberon took Ira's cheeks in his palms, and seeing the lust in the other's eyes, he bent down to kiss him.

***

The kiss was intense. A simple press of lips had been more exquisite. Ira felt that he could write sonnets about that kiss--the soft, yet demanding, pressure of Heero's hands on his cheeks; how Heero's *breath* even smelled of sex; every tiny crevice and bump of Heero's lips.

Ira wanted to give up his player ways and devote himself to Heero. He wanted to follow him for forty years through an arid desert, to sit at his feet and stare longingly at him, to do *anything* as long as he was close to Heero.

Ira felt his breath becoming shallower, his heartbeats fewer and farther between, but he didn't care. He was with Heero, and that was all that mattered. All that mattered was...Heero.

***

Oberon opened the car door and crawled off the freshly dead body of Ira Gold. He had been so predictable in his death; it was disappointing, really. He hadn't fought at all; he'd just gone along quietly with anything that had to do with his *precious* Heero. Oberon snorted and walked away from the car, not bothering to shut the door.

//Now's the time for the *real* fun//, Oberon thought, as he walked up to the bouncer.

***

Duo paced back and forth in the small waiting room, waiting (how cliche, *waiting* in a *waiting* room) for his friends--and Milliardo. He was on the sixth floor, the cardiac ward, which was where they had put Trowa. One of the nurses had told him that Trowa had some kind of heart attack and passed out from the pain--he still hadn't woken up yet.

Relena was in intensive care, on the seventh floor. That was all anybody would tell Duo, and if they weren't going to let him see Trowa yet, they definitely weren't letting him see her. Duo couldn't figure out what had happened to her; she had been fine the last time he saw her. But from what Duo had heard--he eavesdropped when he went up to the seventh floor to check on her--another woman, Debra Woods, had been brought in, unconscious, along with Relena.

Duo himself was feeling much better after his brief bout of insanity. One of the EMTs had doped him up with something--Fluvoxacreavitaotine or something like that--and after a short spell of unconsciousness, he felt more like himself, except that it had made his tongue numb for a little while.

"Duo!" somebody called out. Duo stopped pacing and looked up to see Quatre and Wufei walking toward him. Quatre looked half out of his mind with worry, and Wufei looked quite upset, too. "What happened?"

"Well, it was like this," Duo said. "I was looking for Heero, and Relena thought she might know where to kind him. So we went to this clearing in the woods, only Heero wasn't there. Trowa was, though. Half-naked and not breathing. 'Lena went to get help, and I tried giving Trowa CPR. The EMTs showed up, and they brought me and Trowa and some other dude--that I hadn't even noticed--here. When I got here, I learned that Relena was brought here, too, only she was in ICU. And that's when I called you, Quat." Duo decided not to tell his friends about the floating window or his hysterics--they didn't need to know that. "By the way, where's Milliardo? I figured he'd be here."

"He's waiting to see Relena, and for our parents to get here," Quatre said. "Do you know when we can see Trowa?"

Duo shook his head. "I'm not really sure, but I figure he has to wake up first."

Quatre nodded and was about to sit down when a nurse came into the waiting room.

"Duo Maxwell?" she asked. Duo nodded his head, and she continued. "You came in with Trowa Barton?" Again, Duo nodded his head. "Okay, well, he's awake. You can go in and see him now.

Selune