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"Endangered"Written By: Artemis Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: yaoi lemon, sap Pairings: 6x2, implied 3x4 Summary: The pilots must separate to talk with
various colonies on behalf of GAIA. "Endangered" 5) Duo's orgasm had been bittersweet. He had needed the release, of that there was no doubt, but the self-pleasuring had only made him hyperaware of the absence of his lover from his side. Zechs was in his thoughts constantly, but never more than when Duo had taken his erection in hand and stroked it fiercely to bring himself to a rapid climax. He cleaned up using sterile cotton gauze out of the medical kit and then put his pants to rights. Heero had barely been out of the room ten minutes. [It's kind of funny that I'm the one telling him about sex... it'd be better if he had an experienced lover do that. Zechs made everything so easy... so incredible for me. Too bad Heero isn't interested in someone.] After cleaning up, dressing, and changing the sheet on the bed, Heero felt he was ready to return to Duo, though his head was still spinning. [Why was I thinking about... Quatre?! Was it really Quatre? But he's with Trowa! I can't be thinking about Quatre... not like that...] He knocked on the cockpit door, hoping he hadn't been too hasty in returning. He did want to talk to Duo more, though he was afraid the same thing would happen again. [I can't afford to be that weak... but things are different in the war now. And... I am interested... I guess...] "Yep!" Duo called over his shoulder. "Come on in, Heero... I'm decent!" He was still laughing as the other boy entered the room. Heero entered and slipped back into the co-pilot's seat, his head down a little so that his shaggy dark-brown bangs fell over his eyes. "What's so funny?" he asked, feeling himself flush with embarrassment. [He knows that I did it...] "Oh, just good timing, that's all," Duo said,
snickering. [I wonder if he beat off?] Duo leaned forward, trying
to get a look at his friend's face. "Are you okay? A delighted smile appeared on Duo's face. "You did?!" His surprise had nothing to do with the fact that Heero had managed to pleasure himself, but rather that he had admitted it. [Gotta tread lightly here...] "Well, what did ya think? Pretty great, right?" Heero still hid his eyes, his cheeks feeling hot. "It was... very good," he murmured barely above a whisper. "Um, Duo..." He paused. He had so many questions and had no idea where to start. "Yeah, I knew you'd like it... that rush is like nothing else," Duo said, excitedly. "It's good we can talk... but in a weird sort of way." In his continued jabbering, Duo hadn't noticed that Heero was having difficulty putting the experience into words. "Ah... so, um, you said it was better with, er, someone else?" Heero asked. [You said it, Duo, this *is* totally weird,] he thought, not sure he could ever look the other boy in the eye again. [But I need to know a couple things... and it doesn't look like I'll have anyone else to ask about it for some time...] "Oh, yeah," Duo said, smiling devilishly. [Zechs makes everything better...] "Think about it... if you can get someone you like to do that to you... whew!" He fanned himself to illustrate how much hotter it could be. "But of course if you're alone then you just have to pretend." Heero's head came up suddenly and he looked intently at the other boy. "Pretend? You said something about that before..." Then he dropped his gaze again, hastily. "I have another question. When you 'pretend'... is it ever all right to imagine being with someone who is already, ah, with someone else? As long as you're sure it's just a fantasy and you don't really want to interfere in their lives?" Duo's eyes narrowed on his friend as he leaned forward just a little. The hair on the back of his neck was standing up and he could feel his ire building, but he didn't want to jump the gun just yet. "That depends on whom you are imagining being with! And you'd better consider your answer very carefully." "Huh?" Heero's jaw dropped open as Duo got defensive. Then his eyes widened as he realized what his friend was referring to. "No, I wasn't thinking at all about *you*, Duo! I... I did fantasize about someone, but..." Then the other thing occurred to him and his eyes widened even more. "No, it wasn't Zechs! Absolutely not! Duo, I really do NOT have a death wish anymore, trust me!" But he had to make sure, just in case his subconscious was betraying him. Heero glanced down to Duo's hands. [No, these are definitely not the hands...] Duo's were large and a bit callused; Zechs's hands, Heero thought, were long-fingered, elegant. The hands he'd imagined where definitely smaller than either's. And he had seen the face at the end of his fantasy... "Okay then," Duo said, relaxing immediately and leaning back in his chair while tucking his arms behind his head. "I just wanted to be clear about that." It was only natural that he protect his territory... he knew Zechs would do the same. But now he could see quite plainly that Heero had no such thoughts. [Then who the heck was he thinking about? If it's not me and it's not Zechs... that narrows the field.... Whoa! Could it be Trowa? Yeah, I think I could see that.] Duo smiled knowingly, but didn't voice his guess out loud... that might be too embarrassing all around. "Yeah, I think it's okay for you to think about someone who's taken, but do you really think you can do that and not want more? I know I couldn't!" [It's all I'll ever have,] Heero thought, realizing that he must have feelings for Quatre though he didn't understand how it could have happened. Quatre had been very kind to him, that was all. No, Quatre was firmly Trowa's. "I'm certain of it. I won't want more. I'll make sure that doesn't happen." Duo frowned as he put his arms back down. "Gee, you sure you don't have a chance with... this guy?" he asked, nearly saying Trowa's name. The thought of Heero having a crush on someone he couldn't have tore at Duo's heart. It reminded him of when he couldn't have Zechs completely... when things weren't right between them and he had pined for weeks on end. "I'm not suggesting you break anybody up, but man..." he shook his head, pausing as he saw the lover's triangle. Quatre would go ballistic, and rightfully so, if Heero made a move on Trowa. [And I'd lose it, too... I'd take Heero out if Quatre asked me to...] "Not a chance in hell," Heero admitted, squaring his shoulders stoically. "I don't want to interfere. Anyway, it's just a fantasy. It's not real, and that's fine by me. I'm certainly not looking for a relationship right now anyway." But despite what he thought was certainty, there were more seeds of doubt in Heero's mind about himself and these new sexual feelings. [What about Relena?] he asked himself, but realized he already knew the answer. [I didn't think of her once. So... I guess that means I figured out what side of the fence I'm on. Then, there's Wufei...] The Chinese pilot had intrigued Heero, and he thought perhaps Wufei might have been intrigued with him, but... he couldn't be sure what that all meant. Maybe when he saw Wufei the next time he'd be interested in him for real. [I have no idea... I just know I can't be interested in Quatre except as a fantasy. He's Trowa's...] "Well, I guess if you're not looking for a relationship..." Duo said, scratching his head. He couldn't imagine not being in a relationship, but then he'd never considered what one would be like before he met Quatre and heard all about his boyfriend Trowa. [That sure opened my eyes. Made me want to find someone of my own... and did I ever hit the jackpot!] "Maybe some great guy will come along... that's how it happened with me and Zechs, and Quatre and Trowa...." The names slipped out before he could stop himself. [Quatre...] "Yeah," Heero muttered with a twitch to his shoulder. "Look, I'd still like to hear your story about the Maguanacs, but at another time, okay? I guess... I've got enough to think about." "Sure, anytime, man." Another twitch. "That's fine," Heero responded, staring out of the viewscreen of the shuttle into the blackness of space. [Quatre...]
Master Long peered up at the Dragon Clan's heir, studying the frowning face of the boy who represented so much of L5's hopes. As far as he knew, Chang Wufei did not know of the Clan's plans to destroy the colony to thumb their nose at OZ's growing domination of outer space. The intent was to keep this information from the young man as long as possible until he was safely away from the colony again. But now, with this news... "You mean to tell me that the Earth is no longer a threat to outer space, Wufei?" Wufei already knew this question was coming. "No, of course that's not what I said, Master Long. I said there was a new group from Earth who are in space and have the promise of peace about them. And I am hard put to believe it myself, but the Earth has calmed down. Romefeller has even moved in a peaceful direction." The tiny master snorted. "Appearances!" "I wouldn't be too sure," Wufei sighed. How to explain? [If the other Gundam pilots and Sally hadn't been involved, I wouldn't believe it myself for a second. Then there's Treize... and those strange OZ soldiers in Bremen... It does look like what the reports say.] "You must carry on with your fighting, Wufei," Master Long persisted. "No matter what it looks like!" "I don't think it's that cut and dried," Wufei replied patiently. "And although I refused help for our colony, I still think we should talk about this." His black eyes narrowed at his mentor. "If the colony is to survive, we will need help, Master." "We need no one!" Master Long insisted, then at the expression of wonder on the boy's face, backed off his vehemence lest he arouse Wufei's suspicion. "We'll be fine, Wufei." But the young scholar was already shaking his head firmly. "We will not be. The stability of L5 is eroding and you know it. We do not have the resources ourselves to repair the colony. I'm not for a moment suggesting we trust the new OZ faction on Earth, but this other group - GAIA - might be able to help. Or at least help us find a new ally who can lend us..." "There will be NO lending," Long snapped. Then he took a deep breath. "Wufei, you are not to be worrying about any of this, truly. You have the Shenlong and that is a mighty weapon for us all. Use it well, Wufei..." Wufei let the little man drone on for another minute. [There's more going on behind his resistance than I know,] he mused, one hand tightening into a fist unconsciously. [I can feel it. I must look into this.] When Master Long paused for breath, Wufei broke in. "Master, forgive me for questioning you." He bowed deeply, palms pressed together. "I should go work on Nataku now." "Yes, very good, Wufei!" Long replied, and Wufei cringed to hear a note of relief in the man's voice. A few minutes later, Wufei was sitting in the Shenlong's cockpit, beginning to check on its systems when he noted a light blinking, indicating that the Gundam's communications system had received and recorded a message for him. Curious, he activated the recording, time-stamped earlier that day. To his shock and hope, it was Treize Khushrenada. "Wufei, good evening... though it may be morning for you," Treize began, steepling his fingers before him as he often did. He looked relaxed, wearing the GAIA uniform, sitting at an ornate desk which Wufei assumed was in the Sank palace somewhere. "I am directed by the leadership committee of GAIA to contact you with some information. I've asked that you be informed of their activities in space, and they decided that I should contact you. So here I am." The steepled fingers were lowered, folded together before him on the desk. "Wufei, talks have already begun between GAIA and certain key elements in outer space. Formal negotiations between GAIA and elements on L2, L4, and the former United Earthsphere Alliance are in fact already scheduled. We've been told that Space Fortress Barge, OZ's chief base in outer space, is having internal difficulties that have defused their effectiveness. And of course since the Lunar Base has been abandoned, that reduces OZ's power base even more." The sapphire eyes narrowed as the former OZ commander-in-chief, now GAIA Advisor to the Princess of Sank, looked intently into the camera. "Of course, you are not GAIA, Wufei, but you must know this for the sake of your own colony. OZ will not help L5... but GAIA will... as will the other colonies once they have recovered their sense of self-governance. You must reassure your people that they are not forgotten and will not be abandoned to suffer the demise of your colony!" Then the gaze gentled, and Wufei felt an internal stirring at the sight. "My dear Wufei, for the sake of your people, deliver this message of hope," the recording of Treize continued, his voice softer. "They will not be forgotten... I promise." "I am not your dear anything," Wufei murmured quietly as he listened. The handsome young aristocrat chuckled, finally at ease. "Soon, I imagine, you will be leaving to confront OZ on your own terms. Have I told you that I admire your independence, Wufei? You bow to no one. You have the integrity and will to see to the completion of your own missions. GAIA... and I... trust you not to interfere with what is happening in outer space, but to support it, even if you do not choose to join us. I know... your heart yearns for peace... just as mine." [Oh, Treize,] Wufei thought, feeling a strange ache within his chest. [Is it true? Do you really hunger for peace? I, who once was a scholar, have learned to fight, and that is all I know now. You present me with very nice words, but how can I trust them?] But even as he thought it, he knew he could trust Treize Khushrenada. [He's really changed... perhaps his new humble position has taught him honesty... and integrity....] "Well, my dear Wufei," Treize was saying, "I must go. Be well, Wufei... and I hope you can think of me a little kindly." He'd paused, then smiled a little. "I would like that. Good-bye, Wufei." The transmission ended. Wufei impulsively reached and touched the screen where the image of his nemesis - former nemesis? - had appeared. "I'm not your dear anything," he whispered softly. "Treize."
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