Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Guild ❯ Prologue

--Excerpt from Guild History, Introduction, Volume II.--

After the Great Wars, the Earth was in chaos. Anything that could have been termed an Authority had been destroyed in the course of the wars. Order was eventually instilled by powerful men and women who set up new authority in a feudal pattern. They fought battles for dominance amongst themselves using squadrons of Mobile Suits. The pilots of the mobile suits were little more than pawns in the games of the feudal lords even though they wielded great power. In a rebellion against their lords, one pilot of great skill withdrew from the battles and instead turned mercenary, selling his skills to the highest bidder. He invited other pilots to join him, and in short order, the Guild was formed.

Over time, the Guild gained a virtual monopoly of all mobile suits. Only one rogue group continued outside of the Guild, independent of feudal control, but adversarial to the Guild. Nobles involved in a feud would come to the Guild to negotiate for forces, many coming because the rogue pilots had been hired by their enemy. The Guild grew rich and powerful, able to control the lives of its members and the fates of many nobles.

Within the guild, a pattern of training through a master/apprentice system was instituted. The Trainers held complete control of all aspects of their student's lives, since the discipline was considered necessary to learning the focus to be a mobile suit pilot. As more advanced mobile suits were developed, the need for a higher caliber of pilot was discovered. A special program was developed by Treize Khushrenada to fulfill the need. While still a small group, this elite cadre takes on a great amount of Guild business with an untarnished success rate.

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Treize paced into the briefing room and ran a sharp eye over the three assembled pilots. They grew silent under his gaze, like any pilot in the guild would. His royal blue uniform was sharply tailored to impress the feudal lords, and if it helped intimidate his fellow pilots, so much the better. He looked across the silent, respectful faces of his pilots and almost smiled. They were more than able for the task of training another generation of elite pilots.

"Good morning, gentlemen. As I'm sure you've already heard," Treize paused to smile ruefully in acknowledgment of the vividly active gossip net within the Guild, "three young men have tested with abilities that rate them to join our number. You three shall naturally be my trainers." Treize paused briefly for any reaction and was pleased when it didn't come. "Being a Trainer is not easy. It requires sacrifices on the part of the Trainer as much as on the part of the student." His eyes flicked over the younger of the two pilots. Their relationship would make this more difficult for them both. "You are expected to train them as you have been trained, with discipline, control and understanding. We want to turn them into some of the finest pilots the world has ever seen. I remind you to not take the easy route with yourselves or with them. You'll only let them down in the end."

He turned to pace the front of the classroom again and pulled a sheet from his tunic. "I'll give you your assignments now. Read the files, prepare yourselves. Then pick them up from the barracks tomorrow morning." He looked at the paper. "Merquise, Trowa Barton. Yuy, Quatre Winner. Maxwell, Chang Wufei."

He looked up. "Dismissed, gentlemen." He strode from the room, worrying slightly. The sexual nature of the relationship between Trainer and student was inherent to the control, but he was afraid it would cause problems. It was not unusual for a Trainer to remain in a relationship with a student after graduation. Zechs had been his first student and they remained lovers. However, Zechs had already trained a student of his own: Heero. He and Treize had already worked through the stresses that put on a relationship, especially since Treize had been training Duo at the same time. But Heero... Heero and Duo were lovers, a relationship free from the relative taint of one having been master from the beginning. He sincerely hoped that they'd both be able to adjust, or there would be definite problems.

Smirking slightly at Duo, Zechs folded his arms and teased, "Chang Wufei, huh? Sounds Chinese. Good for you... we all know how much you like people of the Asian ethnicity." He accentuated his statement with a meaningful nod towards Heero.

Duo almost blushed, but controlled it in time. He was not going to let himself be embarrassed by something that was a fact of life. And he was not going to antagonize his lover by discussing it, either. He raised his eyebrows and returned fire. "Think Barton will be blue-blood enough for ya, Zechs?"

With a graceful shrug of his shoulders, Zechs responded, "I won't know until I meet him. What about you, Heero?"

Keeping his true emotions out of his face and voice, Heero said, "What is there to say? These are our assignments, known only by name. I don't know anything about Winner, so I can't and won't make any judgments."

Rolling his eyes slightly, Zechs muttered, "Typical Yuy response."

Duo cast a faintly worried glance at Heero. Why did he have a feeling this was going to be an absolutely miserable experience? "Well, I suppose we should get those files." He hopped up and crossed to the computer terminal, quickly tapping out the commands to print out the files. When the sheets printed, he passed them over to Zechs and Heero, then settled with his own, and looked at the picture on the front page. Asian, and fairly handsome, if rather restrained. Damn, he was in trouble.

Looking down at his own file, Heero restrained an audible groan. The boy looked like he was on eternal Prozac, the way he was grinning sunnily at the camera. He absolutely *hated* happy people. Duo's cheerfulness was one thing, but Duo wasn't... Duo wasn't *happy*. Just cheerful. Winner was absolutely radiant with sunshine. 'Fucking wonderful.'

Duo leaned over to look at the file in Heero's hands and bit back his own curse. Despite the smile, which he knew would annoy Heero to no end, the boy was beautiful. A shaft of worry went through him which he banished as quickly as he could. To distract himself, he flopped his papers down and looked at Zechs. "Well, Zechs... whatcha think?"

"I think this one's more suited for Heero," Zechs said, studying the impassive face on his file. "The tall, silent, brooding, stony type."

Heero snorted, walking up behind Zechs and leaning over his shoulder to look at the file. "Whatever you say, Zechs."

Duo cackled and leaned over. "Nice eyes, though." Then he noticed the look both men were giving him and he backed up. "I suppose."

"No need or use in judging by appearance," Zechs said, sighing. "Let's just wait 'til we meet them. For now, I'm going to get some sleep. I suggest you both do the same, but that's up to you." Nodding to both young men, Zechs left the room, shutting the door behind him.

The moment the door clicked shut, Duo launched himself at Heero, plastering himself against him. "I think we should make good use of our time. Don't you agree, koi?"

"Right here?" Heero asked, raising an eyebrow. "This is a main room of the base, Duo. Anyone could walk in."

Duo started nibbling on Heero's neck, up to his ear. "What's life without a little danger?" He then proceeded to nibble on Heero's earlobe.

"Something not involving getting caught," Heero halfheartedly protested, pulling Duo more tightly against him with an arm around the taller man's waist.

"Where's your sense of adventure?" Duo abandoned the ear and scattered kisses across Heero's face, ending with a teasing taste of Heero's lips. "Do you want me to stop?"

Heero moaned softly. "Don't you dare." He snaked his free hand around Duo's back to grasp the braid, clutching it possessively.

Duo smiled and murmured against Heero's mouth, "I wouldn't dare," before he kissed Heero again. He teased the corners of his lips with his tongue, coaxing Heero's mouth to open.

Yielding easily to Duo's ministrations, Heero melted into the kiss, letting his frustrations and worries about their new trainees get tucked out of his mind for the time. Now wasn't the time to worry about his and Duo's relationship. It was time to enjoy it, and he intended to fully do so, as his tongue came to life, sparring with his lover's.

Duo internally smirked at his lover's surrender. He had known Heero would give in, he just hadn't expected it to be so quick and easy. Heero must be worried. Duo pushed the thought from his mind and briefly dominated the kiss before pulling back slightly to tease. His hand charted a course up Heero's chest, slipping beneath the green fabric of the tunic, searching for skin.

"This... this reminds me of back when we had to sneak our time together..." Heero said quietly, sliding his hand up the back of Duo's shirt. "The... danger, as you said."

"You're worth it, then and now." Duo bent his head to Heero's neck again. He made short work of the buttons, spreading the shirt wide, then his head continued down across the bared skin. He kissed, then licked Heero's nipples, pulling back slightly to blow cool air across them. "You're a precious treasure." His lips curved in a possessive smile. "And you're mine."

Heero smiled, combining a blush with a moan. "Yours..." He reached down to unclasp Duo's shirt's buttons, parting the fabric and letting it fall past pale shoulders to pool at the obstruction of Duo's bent elbows. "You're mine, too."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, love." Duo let the shirt drop to the ground as he dropped to his knees in front of Heero. With a wicked smile, he trailed his hands up Heero's legs, deliberately bypassing the bulge, and unfastening the trousers with a deft flick of his fingers. Duo parted the obstructing clothing until he reached his goal, drawing out Heero's cock. He wrapped a hand around it around it, stroking far too lightly to be satisfying.

"Duo!" Heero gasped, arching into the touch without having to think about it. "Come on... more..." He buried his hands in Duo's hair. "Please..."

Duo took relative pity and licked up the base of Heero's cock, ending with a teasing kiss to the head before taking him into his mouth. He sucked lightly, while his other hand crept between Heero's legs to fondle. He glanced up as he slowly, torturously slowly, took the rest of Heero into his mouth.

Vision fogging, Heero's legs rose of their own accord to wrap around Duo's back. "Aah!" he cried, feeling himself being swallowed into Duo's mouth. He rambled off into a string of mumbled Japanese, an occasional "Nn!" and "Ah!" and "Duo!" thrown in the mix.

Duo carefully worked Heero to the edge, then drew back, easing Heero to the ground. Then wrapping around his cock with the firm grasp of a fist, Duo murmured, "Come for me, Heero."

The strong grip and the beyond-provocative words were enough to make Heero do just that. "No... iie... not yet... DUO!" he cried, his seed spurting up to splatter on Duo's well muscled chest.

He pressed his lips to Heero's in a kiss, smiling. "That was beautiful, love." He collected a little of Heero's seed onto his fingers and lifted it to his mouth, tasting it with an appreciative moan.

Heero shivered slightly at the sight. "I love you," he said quietly, resting his forehead on Duo's shoulder. "What's going to happen with... this?" he said, obviously implying the new trainees.

Duo sighed softly. "I love you, too, Heero. And I don't know. If I had my way, I never would have taken..." He shook his head. There wasn't anything he could do about it.

"No what-ifs," Heero said, shaking his head in turn. "We should concentrate on training them to the best of our abilities. Though if that Winner kid smiles like that all the time, not just for the camera, you're going to have to keep me from killing him."

With a chuckle, Duo hugged him. "I'll be on the lookout." Hugging Heero close reminded Duo of his own desire. "Koi..."

"Hmm?" Heero said, hugging Duo in turn, kissing the side of his lover's neck.

Duo rubbed his hardness against Heero's thigh, then looked up with his most wicked look. "We're not done yet, love."

Heero laughed. "Did I ever say we were?" He reached between Duo's legs to unzip the uniform pants, loosening them and pulling them down. His next target was the underwear, peeling them from slightly sweaty skin to join the pants around Duo's bent knees. Almost instantly, his hand closed around the newly exposed flesh, stroking it deftly and firmly.

Duo moaned and arched into Heero's touch. "I want... I want to be inside you."

"So do it!" Heero growled, roughly rubbing his thumb against the slit of Duo's cock.

Duo groaned and almost blindly reached for Heero's spilt seed again. When he gained enough to slick his fingers, he reached for Heero's entrance, slipping one finger inside. He fought the urge to come just from Heero's hand on him, concentrating instead on what he could make Heero feel. He swiftly followed the first finger with a second, just managing to brush Heero's prostate.

"DUO!" Heero cried, tightening his grip. His other hand made its way to his lap to grasp his own cock, rubbing it feverishly to relieve some of the pressure. "Ahh... just do it!"

Duo collected what was left of Heero's release, and freed himself from Heero's grip to rub it onto his cock. He then caught Heero's hands, trapping them over his head. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, love." Pressing himself against Heero, he slowly pushed forward, moaning softly at the sensation. Duo paused for a moment to regather his control when he was fully buried inside Heero, catching Heero's legs and lifting them up to his shoulders. Then he smiled, and started to move.

Squeezing his eyes shut at the sensation, Heero trapped Duo's torso in a scissorfold of his legs, moving himself back and forth. "Aah... Duo..." he gasped, throwing his head back, struggling against the hold on his wrists.

Duo leaned forward to wrest control back from Heero, speeding his thrusts, angled perfectly to strike Heero's prostate. His vague sense of troubled urgency was translating into this mad rush for pleasure with his beloved, as if this could solve anything. Duo panted out random words of love interspersed with curses and moans.

Letting Duo take control, Heero lay back, clenching around the thrusts every now and again. The repeated attack on his prostate soon built up, and with a few cries and tears of ecstasy and clenched fists, he came, calling out his love for Duo. "Duo... SUKI DA..... AAAH!!!!!!"

"Oh, GODS, HEERO!" Duo screamed out as the clenchings triggered his own climax. He collapsed against Heero, breathing heavily, aware of nothing but his love beneath him... on the floor of the briefing room. Duo chuckled as he lifted his head and kissed Heero. "I love you."

Heero smiled, wrapping his arms around Duo protectively, lovingly. "I love you too. It'll be fine, right?"

"It will be because we'll make it that way." Duo went limp into the embrace of his beloved with a sigh.

~OWARI~