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"The Locker Shock Incident "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: R Warnings: language, yaoi, violence Summary: Post EW Preventers. Maxwell undertakes a death defying shuttle flight to destroy a killer's alibi on behalf of Yuy's case. Merquise feels an unaccountable urge to protect Duo. When the assassin comes stalking, will the combined skills of Zechs and Heero be enough to save 02 from the deadly blade? Pairings: 1x2, 6+1+2
"The Locker Shock Incident " Part Four. Stark gloom was upon them. A mere fragile curve of window shielded them from that dark infinity of night sky. There the atmosphere thinned, fading into the horizon, a breathless oblivion beyond, aflame with unreachable stars, some already dead. "That went pretty well, doncha agree? It really helps a presentation along when folks ask intelligent questions. Or even enthusiastic dumb questions, huh? Wasn't that coordinator a pretty thing? Skin like a Tintoretto. Sweet." Maxwell appeared to be going through the whole 100 hour check list on the Stargrazer, which certainly was not his responsibility, but was typical of his enthusiasm for the shuttle. He persisted in speech while working, not waiting more than a brief pause before resuming sound. "I have to pat myself on the back for not knocking down anyone's pins but my own tonight, hey? The 'Ambassador Lanes' was excellent. I think they score an award for the most colorful rental shoes in Earth's entire sphere. Wonder if anyone's come up with a reduced gravity bowling alley yet. Now there's a thought for our retirement, doncha think? I can just see the neon sign orbiting around our place, 'Heero and Duo's Low G Super Happy Whee Lanes.' We can paint galactic hitchhiker grins and tuxedos on the pins. The lanes would be tubular. That'd go over big I bet." He got onto his hands and knees to crawl under the console. "Or better yet, introduce a time warp into the set up. Give a whole new meaning to 'going back to pick up a spare.' Yeah, four dimensional bowling. Fifth dimensional bowling would include a vintage sound track from Motown? Don't think I can recommend that cafe we went to. My pizza was only so-so. The sauce was a bit acidic and the crust a tad dry. I hope your pasta was okay?" "Yes." Duo bonked his head on the underside of the console, startled at the sudden sound of Heero's voice. "I missed dessert." "What? Yuy, we must have walked past a couple dozen bakeries, ice cream parlors, doughnut shops, and you wait until preflight to develop a sweet craving?" "Yes." Without warning, a flying tackle, and two bodies tumbled in a confusion of limbs. In a trice, Duo was pinioned beneath Heero's weight. Now they met in that shadowed place, a primal zone where silence was required to elude predators. Heero's heart raced to catch up to his partner's. Flesh was hastily exposed, here and there. He straddled the boy who lay beneath him utterly still, shaded by midnight spaces, mere evening sky highlights viewed in slitted eyes. Warning displays glared down upon them in blood red, ancient amber, poisonous phosphorescent green, representing hidden feral enemies. Splashed with weird light, Heero crouched, one fist clenching the downy chain of hair. He devoured the body spread under him. Lust battled with caution, but stealthy silence was required, lest the boy beneath him spook and bolt. Heero nudged a soft earlobe, then lapped at it, traced the curves of the helix. His tongue discovered, then palpated the carotid pulse, and his hot mouth feasted upon the flesh there. Ascension to claim lips, followed by humid declension. A damp path trailed to sensitive nubs, drawing forth exquisitely fine quivers, rippling pale skin. Lower and lower, tracing tense anatomical contours. Hands gentled the wild creature, stay, stay. Shielded by the body above, it is safe enough, he silently urged. But labored breath and trembling limbs argued for flight. Strength then, and haste. He rolled the body beneath him, sought the hidden place, and tongued it deeply, penetrating the writhing form, and again with his urgent fingers, plunging within. His other hand freeing his erect member and bringing it to its target, to pierce it slowly and thoroughly, delved to deepness. Joined now, he dragged both bodies to the darkest corner of their hiding place, to shield his shivering mate. Crouching there, feeling for the other's firm force, coaxing it to primitive ecstasy, claiming it. Yours is mine, eternally mine. With this hand upon you, I make you mine. With this force within you, I claim you. You are mine. The supreme explosion of the universes, destruction leading to reignition. Aleph one, aleph two, aleph three... This is respite, not the extinction of life. As they collapsed together, gasping upon the floor of the craft, Heero heard a dry chuckle. "What's funny?" "Carnal converse under the stars. The big bang, right? Its all a cosmic joke," Duo declared wryly. "Just as you say." "We're a mess. I've got some solvent wipes here, somewhere." They cleaned each other, refastened their garments. Completed preflight, then together, broached the airspace. They traded turns napping and piloting, the sunrise chasing after them half around the planet. Because of the Stargrazer's supreme qualities, they sought the very high path, lonely of other travelers, and quickly paced the return to home base.
"You gonna try and get some work done this morning or just crash?" Maxwell crammed his fists deep into his uniform jacket pockets, seeking out shreds of warmer comfort. The word 'crash' had just escaped his lips when an unearthly squeal tore through the early morning placitude. A flying tackle, and two bodies tumbled in a confusion of limbs. In a trice, Duo was pinioned beneath Heero's weight. The tonnage of automobile rushing past on two wheels nearly crushed them before righting itself, as they scrambled toward a sheltering building, and drew their weapons. The roar of a racing engine, a double stripe of rubber etched into the smoking asphalt, the reckless vehicle vaulted the curb, took the corner, scraped a brick wall, and disappeared behind the high-rise building. They heard the noise of the gunned motor in its hasty retreat. "Yuy, you hit? Shit, you're bleeding. Hold still can't you?" Maxwell dragged out a bandanna and flattened it against Heero's blood drenched bangs. "Should we risk shifting our position? The garage is closer than the hangar. But if there's no attendant available, we're sitting targets on the street." Yuy replied. "Hit and run. You think it was intentional?" Maxwell frowned. "There were no tags on the car. I think it was intentional," Yuy answered sternly. "Damnation. Come back and fight, slimy bastards!" Maxwell roared into the blank shadows. They crouched, hearkening for the vehicle's return. "To hell with this. It's boring. Let's head for the garage. Press your hand here, you're still leaking topside. Argh!" "What's the matter?" Yuy asked. "I think I must've twisted my damn ankle" "Lean on me. Let's go." They stumbled like two drunks down the street, Yuy clutching the bandanna to his head, and Maxwell hopping to avoid weight on his injured extremity. When they arrived at the garage, the security point was locked and dark. In the narrow, foul smelling alley, they flopped down against the brick wall of the building. Maxwell pulled out his phone. "Hello. Operator. This is Agent Maxwell. Sarah, babe, zat you? Hi. Yeah, I'm back in town. Listen, would you tell security at the downtown garage to open the 4th Street entrance for us? We're kinda a mess. Tell the SOBs if they wont hump their butts down here, I'm just gonna break in, which will be embarrassing for them. Thanks. Yer a doll. Later." Yuy cocked an eyebrow quizzically. Maxwell offered him a wicked grin. "We could be in by now, if I wasn't such a slave to regulations." "Ha," Yuy retorted. The minutes ticked past. At last came the sound of footsteps inside the checkpoint, the rattle of a bolt being drawn. The two rose and staggered around the corner. A flashlight beam and a drawn pistol greeted them. "Agents Maxwell and Yuy," Heero squinted into the blinding light. "You're supposed to come in by the main entrance this hour of the morning," a bass voice greeted them in a surly grumble. "Sorry, sir, so sorry. We met with a little mishap, sir," Duo falsettoed, fluttering his eyelashes, as they both flashed their ID cards. The security guard eyed them critically, scanning up and down their grimy, blood bespattered uniforms. "What the hell happened to you two?" "Some evildoers tried to do urs evil," Duo persisted in soprano tones. "Can we cut the chatter and sign out a vehicle?" Yuy demanded, dragging Duo alongside of him, and heading through the garage toward the front entrance. "You neither look fit to drive. Maybe I should demand sobriety tests on the both of you." Yuy pointedly glared at the guard, until the big man backed down. When they arrived at the front entrance, they ran their cards through the checkout scanner. "That one over there," the guard gestured to a car, tossed the laminated key code to Maxwell, and stumped grumpily back to the office area. "I'll drive. You need to keep pressure on that scalp wound," Duo declared. As the vehicle exited the garage, the sunrise broke out scantly behind the dim barricade of stuporous buildings.
"Nothing, I surmise. Sally Po called. Said both Maxwell and Yuy are at the basement level Aid Station." They took the elevator down together, silently.
Duo, clad in boxers and a rueful grin, sat on an exam table, soaking his hand in a bowl. He had scrapes, painted with antiseptic, on both his elbows and knees. With his disheveled hair softly untwining at his back, he looked somewhat like a refugee from a playground tumble. Yuy sat in a chair, holding an ice pack to the contusion that lurked under the sutures on his forehead. A knock on the door was followed by no pause, and immediately ushered in two officers. "Commanders," Sally nodded. "Commander," Une and Peacecraft replied in unison. "Good thing we're in the basement. The weight of all this brass might overbalance the building," Maxwell muttered. Heero stirred, and made to rise. "Yuy. Sit, stay. Good boy," Sally grinned as Heero dropped onto the edge of the chair. "Let's hear the cropped version of this tale," Une suggested. "We were walking from the hangar to the garage at 0447 hours. Someone tried to hit us with their motor vehicle. Late model white sedan. No license plates, front or rear. Given a few quiet minutes, I will recall the make and model, and all other salient features noted at the time." The other occupants of the room blinked at Heero. "It sounds as if your prediction has come to pass," said Peacecraft. "Yuy noted earlier. The word is out about Maxwell's flight contribution to the Maelaport prosecution. That there might be some interest in taking Duo out of the picture." "The Maelaport case," Une growled. It was a surprisingly ominous sound, coming from the petite woman. "I suppose I had better press the L2 people on an immediate decision. Letting this thing run its natural, convoluted, bureaucratic course no longer seems an option." "I should like to offer some input on the subject," Peacecraft scowled. It was apparent to Une that he meant, "not in front of present company." "You are confined to Headquarters buildings until further notice. Both of you. You can bunk in the visiting BOQ," Une informed the two youngsters. Maxwell groaned. "You have a polymer cast coming your way. No arguments. Anything removable would be off the minute my back's turned. And I want to probe for any more bottle shards in your hand," Sally told Duo. "Keep the ice pack up," she told Heero, as his hand started to lower. "Damn. Sure sounds like a party to me," Maxwell commented wryly. ~ * ~
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