Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Elements ❯ Chapter 34 ( Chapter 34 )

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Pairings: 2x1 (eventually), 6+1, 5+1, implied 3+4, R+H, H+9+H, others to be named Rating: NC-17, Warnings: AU, OOC, probably lemon, semi Duo- bastardization (don't worry, he gets over it), angst, NICE RELENA Chapter 18, 3x1 lemon, but don't worry, it's just sex. Lots of death, too, so maybe I should put DEATH FIC. Sorry I didn't put it sooner, but I just kind of got away with me.

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The Elements

Chapter 34

It took twenty minutes to take the humans. The Riders demanded that all of the countries of the world concede defeat to them. One country-Canada, the one winning the War-refused. Death eliminated them in a matter of seconds. The remaining countries were much more agreeable after that.

The Riders used the palace as their base of operations-Oberon really did need to properly thank Bel for procuring it-and sent their message out via satellite. After the humans admitted defeat, Oberon sent the message for all red-haired, lithe females to go to the center of the closest major city to them. They would be picked up by the Elves and put in slave's bonds within twenty-four hours. Of course, Oberon didn't really think that all of the women fitting that description would obey, so he was sending out the goblin army behind the Elves to capture any stragglers. The goblins would also have the task of putting the rest of the humans in bonds. Soon, they would all be under the Riders'-and thus Oberon's-control.

"You know, that was a really stupid order," Gwydion said, flopping in an ornamental chair, startling Oberon out of his thoughts.

"What was a stupid idea?" Oberon questioned his brother, raising an eyebrow at his cheek. Oberon was by far the strongest of the Riders-even before he entered the Dual Element-so the others usually treaded softly around him. Gwydion was the exception to this, not being intimidated by his more powerful brother. Gwydion was Oberon's favorite, so he let him get away with murder. Actually , he rewarded his brothers for murder, he let Gwydion get away with everything else.

"Telling the humans to send their red-haired *females* to be collected," Gwydion said, as if it should've been so obvious what he meant. "My first plague wiped out most of the human women. Sure, there are some left-maybe a million or so-but, still, it's gonna be slim pickings."

"Oh, why don't you go fuck an alter boy," Oberon said, sticking his tongue out at his brother. "If I can't find someone I wan tout of them, I'll just expand my search to include all the women, and then I'll die the one I want's hair red. And if I absolutely, one hundred percent cannot find her there, I'll move onto the guys. Ones with bodies like my host. And if I can't find her there, I'll move onto another species. But eventually, I will find her, or someone good enough to replace her"

Gwydion stood and embraced his brother. "Give it up, Oberon," he said. He took Oberon's face in his hands. "She's dead, and she's never coming back. Quintessa's gone, brother. Forget about her."

But Oberon couldn't forget. He could never forget, and this was his last chance to find her. This was his last chance to find her and make her his.

"Kiss me," Oberon commanded, and they kissed. Later, they fucked. Oberon did not forget.

***

It took twenty minutes to pry Quatre's corpse away from Trowa's arms. Trowa would not let go, and they did not want to pull too hard, lest they hurt Trowa or damage Quatre's body. In the end, it took eleven guys to part the two. Trowa just wouldn't let go, not even when Milliardo bit him. He only let go when Quatre's father came into the room and *begged* Trowa to let go.

Trowa let go then, and then he cried. Trowa wept for his lost love. He wailed at eh loss of his world. He lamented over Fate's horrible sens of timing and begged the gods to answer him why-*why*-he could not have been there in time. He begged for answers to his questions. Why did Quatre have to die? Why couldn't Trowa save him? Why didn't he even know how far Quatre's depression had gone? Why, why, why could things not have been different?

For three days and three nights, Trowa sat there in the spot he'd held his love, and he asked for answers. For three days and three nights, no answer was forthcoming. On the dawn of the fourth morning, Wufei came into the room to find Trowa dead, sitting up, with his arms out like he was holding something.

They buried him in the basement, where the other dead had been buried, where Quatre was. Where Quatre's father would be when he finally up and died.

The others mourned the loss of Quatre and Trowa. And then they moved on with their lives, as all humans do.

***

Over the next few weeks, Duo recalled many Memories. There were some he tried to ignore-like he ignored the one of his mother killing his father-and there were others that he cherished and thought of late at night. The latter were usually ones where he and Heero-whatever forms they took-talked for hours over inconsequential things. There was one that Duo really didn't like to think about, but, like the image of a bear in a tutu riding a unicycle, once he *did* think of it, he really couldn't keep it out of his mind. It was the Memory where Heero told Duo about the creation of the Riders. Duo so disliked that Memory, that he'd rather think of his attack of Heero in this life. So that's what he usually did. Only, usually, somewhere along th line, it would morph into something much more erotic and decidedly consensual. Into a Memory that Duo decided he liked. Very much.

<<Heero took Duo's hadn't and led him to the tree. They were outside, in the forest, without a soul in sight. In less you counted the animals, and Duo definitely did. One could never be too sure who was really an animal and who was a shape shifter in disguise.

"C'mon, love," Heero said, tugging on Duo's arm. "Haven't you ever thought of what it'd be like to do it in a tree. Where's your sense of adventure?"

"My sense of adventure has both of its feet planted firmly on the ground, and that's where I'm going to stay, thank you very much," Duo said. It wasn't fair of Heero to do this to him. Promise him a romantic tryst, away from the temple, ant then ask him to climb a tree to get to it. That was dangerous! He could fall, and then he'd get hurt, and then there'd be no more romantic trysts-in a tree or otherwise-for a long, long time.

Duo relayed this sentiment to Heero, who responded by sticking his hands under Duo's student robe. Heero caressed his hands down Duo's hard chest, finally ghosting it over the head of Duo's naked cock. He stroked up and down for a few seconds before his hands left Duo completely. Duo opened the eyes he hadn't known he'd closed and found Heero shucking his own robes.

"I don't know about you," Heero said, shedding the rest of his clothes to stand in full glorious nakedness, "but I'm going up that tree. And I'm going to have a romantic tryst with *someone*, even if it turns out to be myself."

Heero tweaked Duo on the nose and turned to climb up the tree. Duo, of course, followed.>>

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