Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Missing Piece ❯ Chapter 40

Title: The Missing Piece

Author: Skeren Dreamera, with Bagelbunion co-writing

Archive: http://www.gundam-wing-fanfiction.net/ Mediaminer.org (under Skeren Dreamera) http://www.afallenangel.net/makotosagara/frames/fanfiction.html

Categ ory: Sci Fi additions, Yaoi/Shounen Ai

Pairings: 5x2, 3x1, 4x3, 3x4x1 2+6, 4+6, 1+6, 1+2 only kinda

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, so please, don't sue me, it would be pointless!

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: Heero's Zero stuff

Warnings: Just the OOC warning that applies to the whole thing.

Contact: Mickeofas@yahoo.com

Notes: *thoughts* Minor Zechs groping. Poor guys doesn't really volunteer for it.

Begin part forty.

Odin had, during the drama in the other room, disassembled and reassembled the gun three times, his dark silver-blue eyes frequently looking back to the other room until the crying stopped. Tension that was so normal to the person they knew draining back away once they got quiet, and he turned attention to Quatre, at last tucking the gun away, unwittingly ignoring the other set of blue eyes following him as he approached Quatre.

"Yes?" Quatre asked, just a little afraid as he watched Odin with nervous eyes.

"Why am I scaring you all? My other won't show me what he's like around all of you." Odin leaned forward, propping his chin on Quatre's shoulder in a show of innocent confusion as he laced his fingers behind him. He wasn't a child so much a playful, like a person who's at the carnival for the first time.

"You're not scaring me. I'm just not sure what to do at the moment." Quatre clarified wrapping one arm loosely around Odin.

Odin sighed; leaning into the arm that Quatre wrapped around him as Zechs came up on his other side. "Everyone else left because of me Quatre. What else would make them run like that if I didn't scare em?"

"They have... Other concerns. It's not you. I think I frightened Wufei." Quatre shook his head and tightened his grip.

"I didn't help though. Why did you laugh at me anyway?" Odin crossed his arms then reconsidered, reaching over to drag Zechs close so he could toy with his hair, like he was a big dolly. Zechs didn't seem how to handle this so he just stood there.

"I wasn't laughing at you, I was laughing at a funny memory." Quatre reached out for Zechs; he wanted to touch his hair too.

"What memory was that?" Odin seemed genuinely curious, and Zechs eyes the two messy haired teens in annoyance.

"Just something funny." Quatre replied with a smile.

"Will you two at least get me comfortable so I don't have to stand and stoop?" Zechs flicked his eyes from one to the other with raised eyebrows.

Odin giggled quietly, though he sobered quickly, his demeanor less playful and more predatory. He was sliding back to what they knew, but he still tugged them both along. "The couch?"

"Sounds good to me." Quatre tugged on Zechs' hair to encourage him to move to the couch.

Zechs made a face; a hand swatting at Quatre's even as he followed after his hair since Quatre was using it as a leash. "I'll be able to fend you people off eventually you know. I'm not meant to be a pushover."

"You sure you don't want me to lead you?" Quatre asked, with a not-so-innocent grin on his face.

Heero looked over at Quatre, wondering what the smaller blond was doing. Then he transferred his attention to Zechs, one last playful urge finding a way out as he gave a pinch to the firm backside. Zechs turned to glare at Heero, and then he looked back to Quatre. "It's not needed by any means!" Quatre, not to be left out, pinched Zechs cheeks as he turned. Zechs gave them both a terrorized look then, a hand moving to his backside in protest. "Kindly cease doing that!"

"What would you like me to do instead?" Quatre teased and took a seat on the couch, pulling Zechs by the hair to join him Zechs fell onto Quatre, glaring at the smaller blond.

*He kept forgetting how little he weighed, it was the biggest issue...* "Why are you pulling on me and pinching me anyway. I have a will of my own..." Zechs was about to roll off his stomach when Heero settled himself comfortably between his legs on the sofa, his more compact body using him as a sideways pillow while his leg was pinned by both of Heero's. "And why am I not allowed to sit up?"

"Cause it's fun." Quatre replied.

"Isn't it bad enough I have no choice in the matter of running about half naked?" Zechs shifted his weight, trying to move Heero off, but the chocolate haired teen just used it to his advantage to spread his legs a little further and settle in. "I'm not a pillow!"

"Yes you are. A nice one too." Heero patted Zechs on the bottom, then leaned over his back to tug on a handful of the tips of his hair lightly, not enough to hurt, just get attention. "You can't say you don't mind the attention, or you'd be more upset."

"I don't mind. I think you look nice. In fact, if it would make you feel better..." Quatre began to unbutton his own shirt.

Heero leaned over further, giving a slightly harder tug so Zechs had to tilt his head back, one elegant hand coming up to prevent the abuse. "At least you know we have no reason to hurt you while you're at our mercy."

Zechs tilted his head into the pull, his fingers resting against the fine strands. "What do you think pulling my hair is called?"

"Playing." Quatre responded with a small giggle, and leaned forward, he wanted to be closer to Heero now.

"Play with your own hair for a little while then." Zechs tugged his hair free, his head turning so he could glare at the pilot sitting on his lower body.

"But it's not pretty like yours is." Quatre mock pouted and placed a free arm around Heero's, while tangling his other hand in Zechs.

Zechs made a small sound while Heero just leaned into it. They were laying all over him. "Why am I the pillow?" Quatre chuckled and snuggled closer to the both of them.

Heero rested his cheek against Zechs' bare back and idly twisted his hand in the pale hair. "You happen to be the biggest. Not sure about all equipment, but in stature."

"Are you implying something?" Zechs started to twist around, indignant that he might have just been insulted.

Quatre laughed loudly. He had no idea Heero was so good at innuendo. A random thought struck him at that moment. *Now Zechs was the last virgin in the house.*

"We have no way of knowing." Heero turned his head then bit Zechs, causing the taller man to yelp and twist quickly.

"Duo was right! You do bite!" Zechs eyed Heero closely while Quatre looked on in interest considering he had missed that conversation.

"I've bitten everyone but Wufei... Once he calms down I'll get to that." Heero crawled forward a little, resting his leg against Zechs' backside as he lay over him, talking in his ear. "I don't see why everyone keeps complaining."

"Because it hurts? Now what are you doing?" Zechs rested his cheek on the edge of the sofa cushion with a little huff.

Heero shook his head slightly. This was the Heero they all knew. He wasn't saying a damn thing. He was, however, sliding a hand under Zechs, the inspiration for the question. "I simply wanted to check who was larger since you seemed so concerned."

"That isn't needed, really!" Zechs yelped, fingers flying to his side with little hope of success in getting Heero to release his fly, and he turned crimson as he was thwarted. "I am not cooperating!"

"Heero..." Quatre turned upon hearing the outburst. "What are you doing?" His left eyebrow quirked slightly and he threw Heero a glance that said 'you better not leave me out!'

"Either proving, or easing his fears over his perceived slight." Heero pulled back, gesturing for Quatre to move before flipping Zechs over, the larger blonde looking more than a little irritated as his weight was no longer enough to stop that sort of action. Quatre got up quickly and began to just watch.

Zechs' fingers immediately flew to his fly, zipping it back up. He hadn't lost speed, just effectiveness. "You don't need to!"

"Then show us!" Quatre demanded playfully, but there was a serious undertone. Heero might have been playing, but Quatre was more than a little serious.

Zechs looked from one to the other as Heero's straddled his legs, his hands catching Zechs' wrists. "No need to, I'm not that worried about it! Heero, let go."

"But I'm curious." Quatre moved to stand over Heero, looking past his shoulder.

Heero smirked slightly and slowly shook his head. "We're only going to look." Heero lifted Zechs hands away as the taller blond tugged at his wrists, the blonde's groin getting physically happy at the manhandling, causing a wider smirk. "Unzip him Quatre, won't you?"

"C'mon, you don't need to!" Zechs squirmed, unable to believe that this was oddly appealing. Why, he had no idea, but it wasn't making his protests sound any more convincing.

"With Pleasure." Quatre replied, unconsciously licking his lips as he leaned forward and slowly began to unzip Zechs' pants.

"Why are all you people so damn pushy?" Zechs had finally been reduced to cussing, score. He glared at the smaller blond, yanking at his wrists still.

"You'd think we were going to do something to you. It's just a look, really." Heero held the wrists tighter and leaned over him a bit. "Or are you after more and that's it?"

"Oh I do hope so." Quatre breathed as he slipped Zechs pants off a few inches and then looked at Zechs horrified expression. "Did I say that out loud?" He looked at Heero as his hands pulled Zechs manhood free.

"Yes, that was out loud." Heero tilted his head, taking a look at Zechs' excited state.

"Not bad." Quatre purred. "Natural blond too." Quatre licked his lips again.

Zechs looked to Quatre and squirmed, his head tipping back as he looked at he ceiling. It was too intense for him, and more than a little embarrassing. Of course, that he dared to wonder about if his blond hair was natural... "Of course it's natural!" Quatre leaned over and reached out with a finger to touch the smooth head. He looked at Heero, nervous as he did so. Zechs' eyes visibly widened. "What are you doing?"

Heero looked to Zechs, catching the blonde's eyes by giving a jerk at his hands. "This is where when you say stop, it stops."

"It's different than when Lucretia tried to touch me. I don't... It doesn't disgust me." Zechs is talking incredibly quietly, and he broke away from Heero's gaze to look at Quatre. Quatre pulled his hand away and sat back on the floor, he could feel Zechs' was uncomfortable with this.

Heero tilted his head, releasing Zechs' wrists and pulling his clothing back into place before zipping him up. "Until you are my equal again, or you ask."

Zechs pulled his hands back, rather stunned by that offer, so he said nothing, relaxing now that he was covered again. "Did I win?" Time to try and lighten the mood.

"I didn't know we were competing." Quatre replied and rested his chin on his hand as he flopped to the floor sitting cross-legged. "I looked because I was curious. I've seen everyone's but yours and Wufei's."

"Evaluating what we might want to be getting into, or onto in my case?" Heero quirked his lips. It was Heero too, none of his playful other side, that dry comment was all his.

Quatre smiled. "Yeah. That is a good way of putting it."

"When did this idea form?" Zechs darted his gaze from one to the other, eyes wide. He didn't protest when Heero started petting him. He was getting used to that from the pilots. Though he was starting to recover his movements well enough that if a non-pilot tried it they would be in severe pain.

"Once I realized what I wanted." Heero ran his fingers up to Zechs' hair, a small smile forming as he watched the slowly forming instinctive reaction to lean into it. Heero looked over to Quatre and mouthed. 'We've been training him, haven't we?'

Quatre nodded, smiling all the while. 'I think he needs some more though...' he mouthed back and wiggled his eyebrows a little.

Heero peeked over to see that Zechs' eyes were closed before looking back to Quatre. 'He isn't ever going to leave us once he's better, right?'

'I hope not. I kinda like having him around.' Quatre looked at Zechs, wondering if the blond was sleeping. 'Although, I think he might be happier with some clothes, let's say you and I go to the nearest town and get some for him, like a peace offering, you know?'

Heero nodded, petting his hand over Zechs' cheek lightly. "Me and Quatre are going out. We'll be back later. You watch after the other two." Heero then rose, pulling from the crouch and nodding at Quatre before heading to the door. Quatre made sure to grab a jacket as he rushed out the door after Heero.

To be continued.