Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Missing Piece ❯ Chapter 29

Title: The Missing Piece

Author: Skeren Dreamera, with Bagelbunion co-writing

Archive: http://www.gundam-wing-fanfiction.net/ (under Skeren Dreamera)

Category: Sci Fi additions, Yaoi/Shounen Ai

Pairings: 5x2, 3x1, 4+3, 2+6, 4+6, 4+1, 1+6

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, so please, don't sue me.

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: None yet

Warnings: None this chapter, except maybe OOC to a degree, but that will apply through the entire story line.

Contact: Mickeofas@yahoo.com

Notes: *thoughts* Protective much?

Begin part Twenty-nine

Zechs watched Heero leave after Trowa's comment and simply shook his head. "Alright, since we all seem to be drifting. How are the... Mechanics... Between one male and another worked out?"

"I thought we went over this already." Trowa really didn't want to explain this... Instead he chose to pull Quatre into his lap, eager for some cuddling.

"No, you just said it involves lube. You didn't even tell how it involved lube. We didn't see any used at all, so I don't see how it fits in."

Quatre hopped into the cuddle eagerly, settling himself back onto Trowa's lap while the other teen dropped his arms around Quatre's shoulders. Trowa then sighed loudly and chose to reply. "Alright, I put lube on my cock, then I shove it up your ass. Repeatedly. How do you like that?"

Zechs blinked at the happy creature Quatre had suddenly become in confusion but didn't comment on it, instead addressing Trowa's comment as he turned a little pink. "But isn't that painful?"

"Not when done right. It feels odd for a moment, but it feels a lot better quick enough." Trowa gave Quatre a little hug.

"Alright, and how do you make it not hurt?" Zechs rested his elbows on his knees, then his chin on his hands as he waited for his answer.

"Want me to show you?" Trowa smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at Zechs.

Zechs eyed Trowa, but wasn't alarmed. "No, I think I'll hang onto my virtue a bit longer if you do not mind."

Quatre smacked the arms around his shoulders lightly. "Oh, knock it off you pervert!" Despite his words, it was clear he wasn't too mad.

Trowa turned Quatre a little in his arms. "Mm. I like it when you're rough with me." His voice dropped nearly into a purr.

Zechs shook his head in amusement. "Is this one harmless?" Zechs was referring to Trowa, not Quatre. Trowa shrugged, smiling. Zechs mock glared. "It wasn't you I was asking!"

"He won't hurt you. He might jump you and," Quatre turned to look at Trowa, "What was it, 'fix my buttons'?" Quatre teased.

"No stalker tendencies?" Zechs just had to throw it in.

"Yes. Fix your 'Buttons'" Trowa smiled and squeezed Quatre's chest, indicating the buttons he wanted to 'fix.'

"I doubt it." Quatre smiled and leaned back, resting his head against Trowa's shoulder. "I wouldn't share a room at the safe house with him if you didn't want to get jumped though. But he's not going to follow you around trying to get into your pants. Right Trowa?"

Zechs settled in. "Hmm, alright, So who am I rooming with?"

"Right." Trowa leaned over and kissed Quatre on the lips, ignoring Zechs for a moment. When he came up for air he pinned Zechs with a leer. "You can room with me."

Quatre smacked him again; a faint blush making it's way across his cheeks. *Trowa's a good kisser...* "You can room with me." He mock glared at Trowa.

"Now I have to wonder why people didn't switch rooming assignments around you." Zechs lips twitched and he nodded at Quatre. "I think I shall be going with Quatre."

"Suit yourself." Trowa shrugged. "But I hope you won't mind if I pay Quatre a little midnight visit..." Trowa leaned over again and gave Quatre a little nibble on his neck. He continued up to Quatre's ear and hugged him a little tighter. "This is okay right?" Trowa whispered, a tad worried and no longer teasing.

That was when the sudden yelling and the slammed door happened, cutting across any answers that the other two might have formed.

Quatre was just opening his mouth to answer when he jumped, frightened by the loud noise. "What was that?" He grabbed his Uchuu no Kokoro a moment later. "Oh no... Wufei..." Quatre try to beat off the rush of emotions as they tried to make it hard to breathe.

Zechs visibly winced as he heard the sound, his sensitive ears ringing at the jump from inaudible to scream. He then bolted for the door.

-Over with Heero and Wufei-

Heero stared at Wufei, worried about his reaction to Duo's sudden departure. "Wufei?"

Wufei sat up, suddenly afraid. "Duo?" He looked at the space next to him on the bed and no one was there. "Du~o?" He called again, his voice wavering, slowly escalating into a panic.

Heero looked at the door as Zechs hurried in, glancing around before moving into the room. "Duo ran. He said something to Wufei, then, he left."

Zechs finally locked eyes on Wufei. "He's hit the forest by now..."

Wufei was currently hyperventilating on the bed, his knees clasped to chest, his eyes shut tight, and he was rocking back and forth. *They took him...they took him...*

Zechs took in the state Wufei was in and turned. "I'll find him Wufei..." Then the tall blond ducked out the door, heading as quickly as he could in the direction Duo had gone. Wufei wasn't even aware of where he was so trapped in a panicked state, whimpering softly to himself.

Heero moved closer, resting a hand on Wufei's shoulder. "Zechs will find him Wufei, then he'll be here. You have to calm down."

"NO!" Wufei screamed and pulled away violently. His arms flying out of the bed, searching for his gun. "Don't fucking touch me!" Heero immediately retreated off the bed, kneeling out of sight of Wufei in hopes that his crazed state would overlook him. He was mistaken. Wufei found his gun, grabbing it only to lean over the side of the bed and point it at Heero. "Don't. You. Fucking. Get. Near. Me." It was clear Wufei spoke through clenched teeth.

Heero didn't move, but he did speak. "You made Duo run away from you."

"No. You took him. I want him back." Wufei jumped off the bed and stalked menacingly towards Heero, even though his voice shook with terror.

"I didn't take him. How could I be here if I took him? He left through that door. No one was with him when he left."

"You took him. You always take him." Wufei scowled and his left eye twitched. He was pissed. "I won't let you put those fucking drugs in him this time. Now, take me to him or I kill you."

Trowa had run into the room a moment ago, and was now watching the scene very quietly, he wasn't sure how well his presence would be taken, so he remained in the doorway. This proved to be Trowa's mistake.

"I didn't do anything! Whatever you did is what made him go, so follow him! He went out the damn door." Heero gestured in Trowa's direction unwittingly, a scowl on his face. Wufei noticed Trowa in the doorway and growled as he opened fire. Heero rolled quickly away from the line of fire while Wufei was looking away, but didn't draw his own weapon. He wanted to, and badly, but he knew it would be a bad idea. "Stop it Wufei, I don't want to have to shoot you."

Trowa immediately ducked back into the hallway as shots were fired. "Quatre get down!" Trowa made sure he was heard as he saw the blond boy coming down the hallway "Heero! Knock him out!"

Wufei continued to shoot towards the doorway until he was out of bullets, heedless of the fact his target was gone. He growled and moved towards Heero, intending to kill the man with his bare hands. He clearly wasn't himself and the temperature in the room was slowly rising around them.

Heero growled and jumped at Wufei, tackling him onto the bed and hitting the gun away. "No! He'll never trust us if we do that shit!" Heero did his damnedest to pin Wufei down instead. "Wufei, just stop it! We didn't do anything to Duo!" Wufei growled at Heero and the temperature rose again, this time to a heat near to that of the sand dunes beyond the edge of the base. Wufei struggled with Heero; his strength growing as the fight wore on. Heero didn't let up, using his own inhuman strength to keep the other in place. "Just stop it!" Wufei kicked out and rolled over landing on Heero's chest, pinning his arms to his side. He leaned over and put his hands on Heero's neck.

Trowa swept in a moment later and tackled Wufei to ground, using surprise against him. "Heero! Help me!"

Heero launched back into the fray. "Don't hurt him, he isn't all in there. Duo would be livid if we hurt him while he was gone."

"I'm not going to. Help me hold him down. Fuck..." Trowa struggled against Wufei who was still kicking and snarling.

While the two had been struggling with Wufei, Zechs had caught up to Duo. He had some severe scratched all over him as proof of Duo's agitation. He also had a severe limp as he trailed behind Duo, his head down because whenever he looked up, the feral creature he'd volunteered to bring back would jump him again. This was how they got back to the safe house. Duo was nude, finding the clothing as repelling as company for the moment, right down to no hairtie, leaving his chestnut strands free around his body. All marks that Wufei had left on him were gone, and his prominent stripes seemed to stand out against his pale skin. He came to the source of the commotion inside and growled. "Wufei!" The moment that Duo was out of his sight, Zechs slumped up against the wall, feeling drained from the effort of seeming unaffected. He was bruised all over.

Trowa finally subdued Wufei enough to knock him unconscious and leaned back sighing. He wiped his brow of sweat from the effort it took. Heero shook his head, scooting back away from Wufei. "I'm telling you, Duo's gonna be pissed! Better to just keep him from shooting us..." Heero trailed off as he heard Duo.

"Ch' I'll deal with the feline. I'd rather put up with him than have to heal a gunshot wound."

Quatre, meanwhile, was about to pass out from the huge surge of emotions flowing outwards. He'd felt panic from Wufei, extreme terror, and then nothing. He was worried. Quatre gained a hold of himself and moved out into the hallway where Zechs was slumped against the wall. "Milliardo?" He could feel the exhaustion and the pain but it was mercifully less than what Wufei had been covering moments before.

Duo was standing in the doorway. Heero was staring at him, but he was behind Trowa, so the youth couldn't see his angry, silent, narrowed-eyed advance. He spoke directly behind Trowa. "What'd you do to my Wufei?" Duo growled lowly in threat. He wasn't a lion that hadn't been threatened, he was a feline gundam pilot with his mate sprawled unconscious all over the floor.

Zechs gave a slight smile. There were no bruises above his shoulders. "Duo was a little mad I interrupted his solitude."

"Shit." Quatre cursed, the expletive sounding odd in his soft tones. "C'mon. I'll bandage you up."

Zechs shook his head. "Not moving. Listen to what's going on in there!"

"Well I need to get out. I can already feel it. I'm about to pass out. Would you like to join me outside?" Quatre extended a hand to Zechs.

Zechs rapidly shook his head. "I will give Duo no further reasons to be angry. You just go. We'll talk later."

"Thanks." Quatre gave a tired smile and hurried for the door post haste, wondering if that would do any good. He just needed some fresh air.

Trowa stood up calmly. Too calmly. He looked at Duo. Duo looked back, standing as tall as Trowa suprizingly, and meeting his eyes. "What did you do to my Wufei?"

"Nothing that you didn't already do." Trowa intoned coldly. He stared at Duo unblinking.

Duo's eyes narrowed on a growl and he knocked Trowa down, hidden claws extended. That had been a bad answer. "What did you Do?"

Trowa's eyes narrowed but he remained where he was. "I already told you."

"You told me nothing." Duo's voice was a hiss, and he cocked his head slightly as Heero moved. "Stay put Heero." He never took his eyes off Trowa. "Why is my Wufei not moving around?"

"He's unconscious." Trowa dead toned the answer.

"Why?" Duo leaned closer to Trowa, eyes remaining narrow as he growled the word out. He was quickly losing his patience.

Trowa wasn't exactly about to be patient with this kitty either. His eyes narrowed, unlike the felines he was used to, this one could talk back. What he really wanted to do was get a squirt bottle and squirt Duo. "I knocked him unconscious." Trowa showed no fear and was defiant. "Which would you rather have? Two dead pilots," He titled his head towards Heero, "Or a conscious, yet insane, Wufei?"

Duo growled, circling around next to Wufei as he glared at Trowa. "He wouldn't have killed you. Out!" His fingers ran over Wufei's face tenderly even as his other hand still showed nails. "Now before I change my mind."

Trowa got up and dusted himself off, walking over to Heero and extended a hand to him. *I doubt it...* Trowa flicked his gaze over the pair. *Something was wrong with Wufei... He was going to kill Heero.*

Heero glanced over at Duo with a small sigh and saw Duo looking at him. Duo didn't appear mad at him, just at Trowa. He took the offered hand, rising to his feet before leaving the room, violet eyes following then out the door.

"You alright?" Trowa asked a moment later in the hallway, concerned hands placing themselves on Heero's shoulders.

"I heard what Heero said, he was against hurting my Wufei. You, clearly, were not, Trowa." Duo's voice was a low mutter once the pair left the room. He then cuddled Wufei up against his chest.

To be continued.