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"Five Boy Curry "Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Email: asymphototropic@aol.com Rating: NC 17 Warnings: language, yaoi, het Summary: sharing a blanket leads to storytime Pairings: 1x2, 11x2, others tba? Note: "Five Boy Curry" is an actual recipe I got from an in-law who grew up on a Philippine island. I was cooking some curry the other day and the name reminded me of the five gundam boys
" Five Boy Curry "
Part 8. The Empress hissed. "Cower before me, minions all." Four beautiful boys dropped to their knees and pressed their foreheads to the floor. Duo appeared rather waifish as he sat in the tub, scrubbing at his eyes with the backs of his fists. Squelching somewhat soggily, Une stalked the oblivious bather. Lips pursed, she studied him. Then her hands darted forward to encircle his throat. Heero, sneaking a glance, nearly shouted at the sight of the Empress preparing to strangle the young man with her bare hands. But Une's fingers slid along to stroke damp shoulders. She leaned down and took Duo's lips into her mouth. His eyes flew open in an expression of supreme astonishment when the Empress forced her tongue onto his. As the gesture became prolonged, his look gradually glazed over, and his lids settled shut. She drew back at last, with a wet, sucking pop, leaving his mouth open upon a panting 'oh'. She laughed softly. Duo stared at her. Then glanced down between his legs. "Whoa. Its a cinch I won't be getting out of the tub anytime soon," he commented, blushing scarlet from his ears right down to the water line. The Empress strode emphatically back to her throne. "Bring towels," she commanded. Proceeding to call the ladies in waiting to this duty, Zechs smirked over his shoulder at the developing play. The chef would be relieved. It was finally time to serve the curry. Before he could dock his shuttle, Yuy had to override the mech's gravity generator by remote. Being intended for peacetime, its control center possessed minimal security. But breaking in and taking over took valuable time. The delay was maddening to him. At last he shut down the system, hoping the sudden loss of gravity wouldn't injure any onboard bodies. Heero forced the vessels' joining with rough haste, performing the maneuver with one hand, as he fastened his helmet with the other. Latching the flexible passage onto the mech and sealing it tightly, he opened the two portals gradually, to allow venting equalization. He was surprised to find the mech's internal chamber still pressurized and charged with a thin oxygen atmosphere. Someone must have jury-rigged a carbon dioxide converter to function. The finding of a pressurized cabin was a relief. He paused a moment to allow his pounding heart to calm somewhat. Corpses exposed suddenly to space vacuum tended to lose the eyeballs before they had a chance to freeze solid. The unbidden mental image repulsed Yuy, of Duo's pathetic face with vacant sockets exposed. It took harsh determination to forcibly cleanse his mind of that horrible view and return to the comparatively mundane task of boarding. When he peered inside the mech, the chamber seemed rather roomy. Vaguely lit by panel lights still striving to signal equipment failure to the oblivious occupants. In the eerie dimness, amongst a scattering of loose tools, and a ghostlike hanging blanket, floated two bodies. In spite of the frost coated faces, both were readily identifiable. Une in her Preventers' issue flight suit. But no helmet. And there the braid, as it drifted randomly free, the only lithe feature of Maxwell's frozen form. In spite of having succeeded in his search goal, Heero felt no relief. The condition of the bodies made him ill with anxiety. Yuy justified retrieving Duo first, based on his attire. Une, in the flight suit, would be in better condition. As gingerly as possible, Heero coaxed the young man's body through the tunnel and onboard the rescue craft. He found a sort of terror haunted his mind. Could he handle the medical detail, now that he'd arrived at this point? Desperately trying to get to the disaster site in record time, he'd taken off without appropriate personnel. Now he had to be the physician. Make the desperate life and death choices. There was no one else to shoulder that responsibility. First question. Was there even any point in attempting intervention this late? He didn't care, he was proceeding, regardless. Next decision. Fluid submersion versus heat table. Electrolyte submersion was required if the deep space desiccation process had started. Which this case approached, but not quite. Yuy thought he should go for submersion. But the required robotic placement of internal oxygenation devices and insertion of defibrillation needles was dangerous, could traumatize the fragile body sufficiently to render resuscitation impossible. Suppose it was the wrong choice? Enough debate. Already too much time had been taken. Yuy had to risk it. Risk destroying the body in order to have a chance at saving Duo's life. Heero grasped a pair of heavy electric sheers and hastily cut away the jeans. Absently in passing, Heero noted the unfastened state of Maxwell's trousers. Then tossed the useless observation aside. Boots, socks, boxers and T shirt were removed. The body was carefully placed inside the polymer box, the closure sealed with a whisper of gaskets. Yuy's hand hovered uncertainly, one, two, three seconds. Then he clenched his teeth over an agonized groan, and started the automated sequence. Watched, as fluids flooded the chamber, engulfing, drowning the body. The choice was made. The young man's fate was out of his comrade's hands. Yuy returned to the mech in haste, to retrieve Une. All Heero could do for Duo now was helplessly wait. And somehow cherish a desperate hope. ~ * ~
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