Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Sea in I ❯ XI ( Chapter 11 )

Unbeta'd
Italics ~ thoughts
Warnings: Angst, MXM goodiness, teaser, suggestive content
Pairings: eventual 1x2/2x1, and the pen dabbles around a bit

 

Input/feedback is much appreciated and really helps ^_^

 

Notes: Thank you and I'm sorry about the confusion in the beginning, if it gets worse holler at me through the comments with any questions and I'll get back to you. I'm really glad you guys are sticking with me through this and the odd workings of my mind. All of you who have betas are sooo lucky! ^_^. . .

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the sexies in Gundam Wing AC, I just love to help them live a little.
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XI

 

Quatre opened his eyes and his next inhale stopped short.

 

“I can see.” He said in an exhaled breath before his heart sped up in his chest. For this wasn't a moment to be celebrated by him. Quatre jerked upright and started when his hand landed on an arm. He looked down and found the man, splayed on the ground next to him. At first glance, Quatre could tell the man's chest wasn't moving. Tamien wasn't moving at all. Quatre leaned over him, his hand shook as he reached to touch him but stopped. It was too late, for what had happen seven years back had happen again. Quatre felt ill, but he wanted to touch the man and turn his head so that he could remember what he looked like for however long this seal would last.

 

“Mmm, that was… different.” Quatre jerked his hand away from the lazy, intoxicated sounding voice that chuckled up at him.

 

Verdant eyes turned to him, pupils still blown, with an intensity that made blood run to Quatre's cheeks, lightly pinkening his skin. Tamien smiled and sat up on his elbows.

 

They were a hand's span away from each other but Quatre couldn't get himself to move. The man was alive and, from the emotions he was now openly sharing, thinking lewd thoughts.

 

“I definitely understand why Heero does this now.” A flare of lust hit Quatre as the man ate him up with his eyes.

 

It sent a slight crawling sensation across his skin. Quatre blushed but frowned regally down at the man.

 

“Don't moje milé.” The man ran his cold fingers over his eyebrows and into the hair curling at his temple before he slipped them into the hair behind Quatre's ear and pulled him forward into a kiss.

 

Quatre put a hand on his shoulder bringing the kiss to an abrupt end. Soon his hands slipped to the back of the man's neck and Quatre held him close, their noses touching for a long silent moment. They stared at each other and Quatre felt oddly anxious but settled by the mingling of their breaths. His pale golden lashes lowered over his aquamarine eyes as he came to terms, accepting that the past wasn't the present and the man before him was no Rashid. He kissed Tamien across his upper lip then his bottom lip before initiating a long impassioned kiss.

 

“That's… a convincing thank you,” Tamien muttered when their lips parted, shuddering in Quatre's grasp before he dropped back to the floor bringing Quatre with him.

 

Quatre had to admit, he liked it too.

 

“Master Quatre!”

 

Quatre aborted the second kiss with a suck to the man's lush bottom lip that had Tamien rising up to follow him before Quatre pushed him away. The man fell back limply with a frustrated sound to the alcove floor and let his head roll so he could stare at Quatre with his redden lips. Quatre smirked down at the listless man and flushed at the curl of desire that felt more like hands touching him. Quatre looked down and saw that his robe hung off his arms and pooled, front open, around his lap. Quatre quickly closed it and stood pulling it straight when he suddenly lost his footing and found himself back on his knees, the robe pulled back down to hang open off his arms.

 

“I like you better that way.” Tamien told him with a seductive smirk and sent a finger like sensation running slowly down his throat to his chest and down his stomach to his bellybutton where it swirled the way the man's tongue did when he licked his lips. Quatre diffused it with a thought and looked down at the man with a flushed face glare.

 

Quatre stiffened at the startled sound of his people beyond the wall of his alcove and rushed to his feet. He fixed his robe and ignored the phantom fingers running down his back and then through his hair. He ruffled his hair at the back of his head to make them go away as the same guards who'd been standing outside his room came running into the alcove.

 

“Master -” The man looked perplexed as did his partner, they would not question their leaders' dalliances despite Thecla's orders.

 

Quatre calmly stood, if not a bit fidgety as he regarded a man, a stranger they were both quick to realize, on the floor. The stranger had a cocky smile on his face as he stared up at their leader and ignored their approach.

 

“Master Quatre, are you alright?” The first guard walked toward him but stopped when Quatre gestured to the stranger on the floor.

 

“Take him to a room, and remain there to ensure he doesn't leave. Have Heero meet me at his.”

 

“Master?” The second man said, already pulling one of the stranger's arms over his shoulder.

 

“Quatre or Quat please.” Quatre smiled into it, even though it was something he always said to them. He was elated he could put faces to the voices he'd known for so many years.

 

“He-!” Quatre squawked, an indignant blush creeping up on his cheeks when both men turned to him. Quatre frown at Tamien and the airy possessiveness he picked up.

 

Tamien smirked drunkenly at him and let his head rest against his upraised shoulder. “It's Tamien, Quatre? Can I get one those thank yous on rain check?”

 

Quatre glared, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he dismissed the airy fingers on the inside of his thigh. “Take him. He is a prisoner and a comrade of Heero's. He is not permitted to leave his confines.”

 

The guards stiffened and nodded to him, before swiftly leaving with the soldier stumbling between them.

 

Quatre exhaled, slumping against the nearest wall.

 

“Tamien, hm…” Quatre said with an exasperated shake of his head. A smile played on his lips and hard flesh thumped against his thigh as he took the side stairwell to get quickly and covertly back to his room.

 

O----------------------OoO----------------------O

 

Heero stormed through the tunnels with a glare that sent people scurrying out of his path. He threw back the flap to his dwelling and met a smirking Quatre.

 

“Careful, it's just linen. It meant you no harm.” Quatre said nonchalantly, the sand packed wall in front of him shifting then returning to normal as he turned to face Heero.

 

“…” Heero scowled at the blonde man, nose flared, fists clenched at his sides.

 

Quatre raised a brow and gestured to the table and chairs.

 

Heero's scowl remained, his nose twitching oddly for a moment before he crossed his arms over his chest.

 

“Very well. Do you know where -”

 

“Where's Tamien?” Heero's curt question cut Quatre off, but Quatre's smile remained and reflected in his aquamarine eyes.

 

Quatre raised a fine pale brow, “He's… contained.” Quatre couldn't help his amusement at the thought of the other man.

 

“What do you intend to do?” Heero asked in a calmer voice.

 

Quatre looked at Heero, taking in the slight color to his cheeks, the state of his undress and seeing the non-smile expression that matched the muted emotions he picked up. He smiled. He couldn't help the simple joy of seeing. It was amazing to see his people and it reaffirmed his commitment to them.

 

And he didn't die to give me this...Quatre smiled to himself, thankful that, at the moment, Heero was too self involved to notice he recovered his sight.

 

Although it is only temporary.The thought didn't diminish the feelings behind his smile but he did turn it down to the simple curve of his lips. He needed to constantly remind himself of that least he get too comfortable and forget. He'd share this bit of happiness with the person it came easiest with.

 

There was also the connection he'd felt with Tamien. Is he my... Quatre blocked the thought before he could finish it. He had a lot to consider.

 

“I intend, nothing.” He told Heero plainly, “Take your comrade and have him take you out the way he came. Talk to your men and I'll meet you there in awhile to aid the one going back to Maheran.” He suddenly had the urge to find Duo. He wanted to see Duo.

 

 

O----------------------OoO----------------------O

 

I'm a wielder and the principal wants me?! Heero wants me... Came the confused and elated thought.

 

I'm a wielder and can't do jack with it! Came the depressing thought as he tried to move the air and nothing happen. It didn't help any that he didn't know what he was doing.

 

Heero left… He stumbled, the thought called up an old ache that dwelled deep in his chest. Heero always left.And he remembered. Not everything, just snatches of moments of a reticent boy with piercing blue eyes and wild, long dark hair. The boy's family visited his often and protected the boy fiercely because of something concerning their Warden. Then he would leave again.

 

He always left... He shook his head against the shoulder supporting him, stopping the thought before it could be repeated again. He didn't want to think about it but there were only so many circles his mind could run in within in the confines of his skull. It made sense that Heero would want to be beside a strong wielder since he had the capacity to contain and meet a strong wielder's needs. But Heero being with Relena, for any reason, seemed beyond wrong to him.

 

He exhaled and in that breath, he accepted that he was a wielder. Memory told him as much but trying to remember what people in his family looked like had him drawing a blank. All he gleaned from those bits of memory was that he was from a family of wielders. Yet, he could do nothing the equivalent of say Relena making luscious kingdoms with a bat of a lash, probably even when she broke wind. Or Quatre, the petite blonde could call up a sand storm with relative ease. Duo let out a loud and noisy breath and got a snarlish snort in response.

 

He was damned frustrated and wallowing…

 

Not so much frustrated as he was wallowing…

 

But he wasn't really wallowing just being carried like a hapless child. He stared hard at the ceiling above his carrier's head until they started to itch. He rubbed at them when blinking did little to relieve the itch. He called to it. Imagined it to doing something, but gave up when he had the beginnings of a headache.

 

“Wu Fei.”

 

He was ignored.

 

“Wu Fei.” Duo tried again in an exasperated breath.

 

Duo decided in that moment, mediocre ability or no, he wasn't going to give up what he wanted. He wanted to stay here. He wanted Heero to stay with him, but he could still hear the cattle moving around in the tunnel. In fact, he could hear them better than before but he knew Heero wasn't there or anywhere close.

 

Although, there was the problem that his legs had refused to hold him up since Heero had left him. This was why Wu Fei was carrying him now.

 

“Wu Fei!”

 

“Du-O!” Duo glared at the shape shifter who easily mocked him without changing his expression.

 

“Cheeky bastard...” Duo said under his breath, glaring at him.

 

Wu Fei allowed a smirk to curve his lips.

 

Duo smirked back, a wily look in his eyes that had Wu Fei regard him with his brows cocked in question. Duo flailed his arms and legs, kicking until Wu Fei growled, “Stop it.”

 

“Then put me down.” Duo demanded, short of breath.

 

Wu Fei snorted and walked on, his pace still slow.

 

“Fine, take me to Heero's room!”

 

Wu Fei walked slower and Duo felt his ire rise.

 

“Wu Fei,” Duo said through gritted teeth and Wu Fei didn't bother with a reply.

 

Duo made a frustrated sound and flailed again.

 

Wu Fei growled and dumped him on his feet.

 

Duo cursed, grabbing onto Wu Fei when his knees buckled out from under him. He struggled on wobbly legs as Wu Fei stood there and let him.

 

He might as well try out for best impression of a wall... Duo thought to himself and grumbled curses under his breath.

 

“He didn't force you?”

 

Duo flushed, “Fei, what are you-”

 

“Did he?” Wu Fei glared down his nose at him.

 

Duo unperturbed by Wu Fei's glare after being exposed to so many of Heero's, got his shaky legs to stay bent at right angles.

 

“Fei, you saw.” Duo mumbled knowing the shape shifter understood what he said. Too embarrassed to look at him, Duo settled on working with his legs. He tried to straighten with a hand on one knee and the other holding onto Wu Fei the wall.

 

Wu Fei snorted, “And smell! I could smell you both all the way down by the dinning hall.”

 

Duo gave Wu Fei a confused look and Wu Fei pulled him upright by the back of his arm. Then Wu Fei had him moving in a fast wobbling walk out a side corridor. The cattle started in their holds, large bovine bodies shifting and colliding into each other and their surroundings. Wu Fei growled and stirred the poor animals further.

 

“Bet you come by here to do that just for the hell of it.”

 

Wu Fei didn't reply, leading him out into the main tunnels but Duo laughed, he had a strong suspicion he was right.

 

By the time they made it to the corridor leading to his and Quatre's rooms, Duo was marginally walking on his own, but he was exhausted.

 

* * *

 

Quatre descended the stairs two at a time, confident in his footing after he overcame the initial disorientation lent to him by memory of the tunnels being far larger to his nine year-old self. Seeing and greeting all of his people who were early risers had him bouncing nearly with every step he took.

 

Quatre was about to walk into his room when he saw and felt them coming. He looked at Duo in concern and then to Wu Fei in askance.

 

Wu Fei shrugged and gave Quatre a confused look of his own before he spoke, “He let the dog take too much.”

 

Duo flushed under Quatre's curious gaze and shook his head, “It wasn't like that.” He defended, looking Quatre straight in the eyes, blush be damned. “Heero didn't take anything from me!”

 

His vehemence earned him a bright although still concerned smile as Quatre nodded and Wu Fei relaxed, minutely. Duo glared at Wu Fei, he knew the man was itching to tussle with Heero for some strange reason.

 

Quatre took Duo's arm from Wu Fei, pulling it over his shoulder and Duo leaned on him gratefully. Wu Fei left them, the long sweep of his tunic trailing his steps as he departed.

 

Quatre helped Duo into his room.

 

Quatre was being too quiet. Duo peered at the blonde wielder out the corners of his eyes and found him smiling.

 

“What's so funny?”

 

“Am I not allowed to my own musings?”

 

“No.” Duo said with a pout as he collapsed gratefully onto the bed.

 

Quatre laughed, sitting down beside the pouty man, “I'm glad I got to see your expressions, they hold true to your emotions in how they color your face.”

 

Duo cracked opened a blurry eye and regarded Quatre from where he lay on the bed. “What?”

 

Quatre shrugged, his smile fading a little. “Your current… state explains why Heero was short with me.”

 

Duo sat up, “He- I'm sorry, Quat. I guess... I'm partially to blame for that.” Duo picked at the coverlet and gave Quatre a sheepish smile.

 

“No need, it troubles me not. So, being with him is what you want?”

 

Duo nodded, “I just wish I knew for sure what it is he sees in me.”

 

“Besides being a wielder or your exotic beauty?”

 

It was Duo's turn to laugh. He shook his head, tucking his legs under him before he rested his head against Quatre's shoulder. “Nah, Quat this street rat is pretty far from eye catching. You on the other hand- ow!”

 

Duo sat up and blocked Quatre's hand when he tried to flick him on the forehead again. “What-”

 

“We're not talking about me. Even I can see that whatever it is that's between the two of you is greater than a bodily urge.”

 

Duo sat quietly rubbing his forehead then sighed, “You do realize this makes no sense?”

 

Quatre let out a breathy chuckle and looked thoughtful before he turned to Duo with a smirk, “Do matters of the heart ever do?”

 

Duo dropped backward onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, his arms crossing over his forehead and his torso at an angle that if Quatre decided to lay back he would be laying on top of him. Duo didn't try to move so he watched the back of Quatre's head.

 

“I think I might l-care for him.”

 

“I know.”

 

“But he's with Relena.”

 

Quatre made a face.

 

“I know, not like that. After we … wealmost...”

 

“Completed your bond? Joined? Mated?” Quatre supplied helpfully with a mischievous smirk. “Hmm, I take back the bond part because neither I nor Wu Fei would allow that until you are aware of who are. So perhaps, fu-”

 

“Quat!”

 

Quatre snickered and Duo would've kicked him off the bed if his weren't folded under him. “That sounds so wrong coming from you.”

 

Quatre gave him an innocent look, “What? Fu-”

 

Duo shot up and covered his mouth. Quatre laughed behind his hand, “I know you guys think I'm a wielder but I tried to make part of the ceiling fall on Wu Fei's head-”

 

Quatre moved his hand and looked at him with teary eyes full of mirth, “On Wu Fei-!”

 

Duo shook his head determined not to be sidetracked even if looking at the amused sparkle in Quatre's eyes made him want to laugh too. “Or the wind thing you do or anything! Nothing happens! But with Heero, when we got-whateverback there,” Duo gave Quatre a smirking glower, falling back to the bed, “I know he wants me and I just don't- what are you looking at?” Duo sat up on his elbows and watched Quatre look away from the ceiling.

 

Quatre smiled blandly, “I hadn't realized how empty my room was… but it's fine considering-”

 

“Quatre you can see!?” Duo interrupted, half yelling in Quatre's ear and hugging him from behind. Duo had them rocking and Quatre choked on the emotional flood from Duo but the cough turned into laughter. Quatre wiggled around in Duo's nearly crushing embrace to hug him back.

 

“I was wondering when you would notice?”

 

Duo sat back, appraising him with a smile so large it threaten to split his face in two. “Notice?! Quat you let me go on and on without telling me!?”

 

Duo shook him a little and Quatre's eyes, although somewhat red, reflected his happiness at being found out, “I'm not sure how long it will last. It is only temporary.”

 

“How- Oh! You have a bonded?!” Duo looked thoughtful, “Well a potential one at the least, right?”

 

Quatre looked away, even though Duo didn't remember everything about their people, he knew what one could call implicit truths.

 

“No… Maybe.” The giddiness he picked up from Duo made him want to giggle. It was almost dizzying being around Duo right now was amplifying what he'd initially felt but held in check because he didn't want to get carried away. He didn't want it to hurt when it left him sightless again. Yet, he was letting himself get swept up in it because there were few occasions he'd taken a moment for himself. Oddly enough with Duo at his side, it was getting easier and easier to do just that.

 

Quatre blinked, his brows arching slightly when Duo groaned suddenly and gave him a disparaging look, “Oh, please tell me it's not Thecla?”

 

“No!” Quatre laughed out and said it again, quieter this time. “No,” his face was starting to hurt from smiling so much.

 

Duo regarded him curiously, “Then who?”

 

“No one as of yet.”

 

“You know that's not what I meant.” Duo smirked when Quatre's cheeks kept their red flush.

 

“I…” Quatre looked away from Duo's wide, inquisitive eyes, “I can't explain it.”

 

Duo whapped Quatre across the back of the head with a pillow.

 

Quatre caught it before Duo could hit him again and laughed.

 

Duo smiled and fell backwards onto the bed again, “Heh, that's what I was saying!”

 

Tbc…