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"Operation Operative Operation"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 Summary: Someone wants to steal Duo's appendix. While its still in him? Pairings: 1 + 2 + 3
"Operation Operative Operation "
Part 12. "Hey. Rip van Winkle. Yo." It sounded like Trowa Barton's voice, teasing him. There was a hand stroking Duo's face. "No whiskers. Rip van Winkle had a beard. More
like Sleeping Beauty." Heero Yuy's voice. And a second hand on his other cheek. "If I call him Sleeping Beauty and he wakes up
this time, he might deck me," Trowa retorted. "Rip van Winkle slept for twenty years, didn't
he?" Yuy asked. "Yeah. But Sleeping Beauty slept for a hundred.
Let's hope Maxwell doesn't pull either of those numbers on us." "Hansel and Gretel, then. Attention, Hansel. Wake
up," Yuy ordered sternly. "We want to feed you, so we can fatten you up."
"And then eat you," Trowa's cock added. "Sleeping Beauty got awakened with a kiss,"
Barton declared. Duo felt a shifting of weight on either side of him.
Then there came a humid sensation accompanied by damp noises, directly
overhead. "You're sucking on the wrong target," Barton
protested. "What? You want it lower down?" Yuy asked
wickedly. "I meant, I'm not Sleeping Beauty." "So? I'm not Prince Charming. We're well matched.
Let's spar." Now there was more action above him. Duo desperately
attempted to open his eyes. But even the ongoing provocation was insufficient.
Sighing, he sank into the depths again."Maxwell. You need to
wake up. See, we got you this nice hotel room. With a kitchenette
and a mini-bar. And the TV has everything. Cartoons, vintage movies,
rock, porn. If you don't wake up and eat and drink and stuff. We're
going to have to take you back to the hospital. And Heero and I will
be tossed into the brig for kidnapping you out of the recovery room.
You wouldn't wish that on us, would you? Come on, now. Wake-ee wake-ee." "Maybe you should try the rousing kiss after all?"
Heero suggested. "Me? I'm only just a nodding acquaintance. You're
the one that knows him, inside and out." "Yes. But you're the one he isn't flaming furious
at." "Both at once, then, for safety's sake. All set?
One for the money. Two for the stomp. Three to grab booty. And four
to glomp." Duo felt soft lips and solid jaws rubbing against his
face. One moist tongue probing his mouth, and another into his ear.
He moaned. "Damn, that was hot!" Trowa assessed. "He definitely reacted," Heero agreed. "Maybe it was just the Earth moving?" "We're in high orbit on L1." "See what I mean? We felt it all the way up here.
Way hot." "Maxwell. Are you awake?" Heero nudged him.
"Damn. Still nothing." "Whole body massage?" Trowa suggested. "Oh, fun," Trowa's cock agreed enthusiastically. Duo felt firm hands wandering over his torso, arms,
legs, and even his feet. It occurred to him that he must be largely
naked. But his flesh still felt numb and tingling. He tried unsuccessfully
to squirm. "Stand back and let the expert work," Trowa's cock poked Duo's thigh. Duo's eyes dragged open. "I'm number one!" Trowa's cock crowed. "The
undefeated king. Who's good, huh? Who's da bomb?" "Maxwell?" Barton gripped his chin, willing
him to focus. "Gun...doctor...awright?" Duo muttered. "Yeah. You did good. We got them all. Juloiskoe,
Ampirst, Smithery-Joanes. Or whatever the rattish surgeon's real name
is. The charges will stick on the kidnappers. Fraud, assault with
murderous intent. Etcetera. Though the slimy doc may wriggle free
with just a slap for not securing proper informed consent. And don't worry, Dr Denne's fine." "Saw ther ring." "Well, that was kind of a secret message to you.
That we were on the scene. And also to make Denne look badder. He's damn hard to
evil-ize, you know? Kind of cherubic looking in a dignified, academic
sort of way. That was the old guy's wedding outfit. A widower. He
sure was proud he could still fit into it after decades. He looked
pretty fine, if you ask me." "My ring. Salvage...Deathscythe. Gift to...'Ro." Barton quirked an eyebrow at Yuy. Heero nodded. "I
keep it on a chain under my shirt, since the gundanium went black
market," he stated, studying the carpet. Then he moved to the
kitchen. "We need to get something inside him, while we have
his attention." "Yes!" Trowa's cock agreed. "Down, you one track beastie," Barton muttered. "What do you think you can swallow, Maxwell?"
Yuy asked with his hand on the refrigerator handle. "Me?" Trowa's cock suggested. Duo groaned and curled on his side. He felt stinging
sensations in his skin. Then ran his fingers over his belly. "Its
gone?" "Yeah. Good and gone," Barton agreed. "They
did a lap-appy. Bunch of smaller holes instead of one big one." "Pathology?" "No cancer," Barton hastily assured him. They
said you had some old granulomas. Burned out fungal infection or maybe
Mycobacterium colonensis. Nothing fresh. You're clean and good to
go." "All th' stem cells, gone," Duo mourned. "Guess
I wont live forever." "Une actually suggested announcing your appendectomy
on the news. Like you'd given birth or something. Maxwell's appy's
dead and gone, but his stem cells' fame just marches on! So the bad
guys would get the message. Stop trying to kidnap you." Barton
laughed, petting Duo's braid soothingly. "Come on. Sit up."
He leaned against the bed headboard, holding the Kid's
back against his chest, wrapping his arms around him. Duo swallowed, then swiped his hand backwards across
his mouth. "What day is it?" "Friday." "Damn. I've gotta get back to L2," Maxwell
muttered hoarsely, set aside the glass, and tried to writhe out of
Barton's grip. "The hell you do," Yuy snapped, leaning onto
the bed to restrain his lower limbs. "And who gave you a vote?" Duo growled menacingly. "You're not going anywhere," Yuy shook his
head. "Try to stop me and see what happens to you,"
Duo threatened, elbowing his way out of Trowa's careful grasp. "Maxwell. Be still before you start yourself bleeding," Barton reasoned. "Then let go of me." "No." Yuy lay down on top of Maxwell. Full
body press, face to angry face. "You were the one that set me up for this mission
in the first place. L2 is a mess, you said. L2 needs my expertise.
L2 can't make it without Duo Maxwell. Well, I'm into L2 up to my eyebrows,
thanks to you, good buddy. And now you wanna watch me screw it all
up? Not gonna happen. So just back off and let me get on with it.
Mr 'We Both have a Duty Yuy'." "No." "You can't keep me pinned indefinitely." "Sure we can," Yuy grinned wickedly. "Duo sandwich. Sounds great," Barton added
in evil tones. "How about a taste?" Yuy suggested. "Don't mind if I do," Barton agreed. Yuy latched onto one of Duo's nipples, lapping at it
vigorously. Trowa nuzzled his way across a length of downy neck. Braid
country. Fuzzy, soft terrain. "Mmm," his mouth vibrated against the delicate
flesh. Duo contorted in fits of laughter. "Tickles,"
he groaned. Then he clutched his middle. "Stings. Don't make
me laugh. Please," he begged piteously. "Yuy, this is a difficult assignment. Duo Sandwich
is a delicacy. We'll have to devour it carefully." "Lemme up," Maxwell demanded. "No," Yuy scowled. "I gotta pee, lemme up." "Hmm. Very well. But only under surveillance."
Yuy grasped Maxwell's elbow firmly and escorted him to the head. "What the hell are we doing here, anyway?" "Agents Barton and Yuy, guarding Agent Maxwell,
in an undisclosed, secret location." Maxwell peed into the vacuum urinal. Yuy watched attentively.
So attentively that he made Duo blush scarlet. The L2 Kid pushed roughly against Yuy as he made his
way to a chair and sank into it gratefully. His unsteadiness was annoying.
Yuy's stubborn proximity was annoying. "We're in hiding? Why?" "Protecting Agent Maxwell from the bad guys. And
Agents Barton and Yuy from the good guys." Heero's smirk was
intentionally provocative. Duo clenched both fists into his hair. With great displeasure
he noticed that it had attained a level of disorder never before imagined
in the annals of entropy. "Will someone please just tell me what
is going on?" Trowa had worked his way to the end of the bed. He lay
on his stomach, legs arching flexibly, heels overhead, demonstrating
his acrobatic grace. He rested his chin on folded arms. Comfortably
he studied the interplay of the others. "There was an ad online
to sell your appendix, you know?" He waited for Duo's nod of
acknowledgment. "We went to shut down the site. But you can't
believe it. The bids on your guts were still coming in. You cannot
imagine how the rest of the crazed world values your appendix stem
cells. Cannot begin to imagine," Barton stated. For the first time in what seemed a long while, he saw
Duo grin. Meager dimple and all. The _expression lit the room. And
overflowed onto Heero. Who quirked a small, satisfied smile down at
the Kid. "Don't tell him the highest bid," Yuy ordered.
"He's unmanageably cocky as it is." Maxwell growled back at him. "The point being," Barton dodged the conflict.
"Even if we announce to the whole universe that your appendix
is out, gone, frozen, fixed in formalin, plastered onto microscopy
chips, blasted to sub atomic particles in an accelerator chamber,
rocketed into the Sun, overnight express mailed to Andromeda. Somebody
is still going to cook up a rumor that your appendix is secretly available
for sale. Which would seem to make you a candidate for further kidnapping
schemes." "I can take care of myself," Duo stated icily. "Sure you can," Trowa agreed. "That doesn't mean you should have to," Yuy
added firmly. Duo blinked. Stunned. Yuy and Barton were White Knighting
him? Weird. He scrunched his face. Unsure what to say, where to look,
he studied the various patches of surgical tape on his abdomen as
he fingered them. His small boxer shorts clung desperately to his
pelvic bones. He was going to have to face up to eating pretty soon. "Then there is the slight matter of our malfeasance,"
Yuy declared. "We stole several million credits from Une's discretionary
accounts. And absconded with your person from the post surgery recovery
room. Preventers may well be after Yuy and Barton for grand theft
and kidnapping." Barton sounded a chuckle. "You two are a phenomenon of nature, ya know that?"
Maxwell demanded. "Thank you. We strive for superlatives," Barton
bowed theatrically. "None of which changes the fact that L2 is going
to hell in a hand cart, while I'm sitting round here doin' jack all." "Is the situation that serious?" Trowa asked
somberly. "Damn straight. I gotta get back yesterday. Nothin'
either of you sans starch soldier stiffs say is gonna change the facts."
Maxwell stood abruptly. His knees folded under him. He landed in a
heap on the carpet. Hurting nothing but his pride.Before he could
shift his weight, Yuy had already gathered him up and replaced him
on the bed. Barton piled the pillows up behind him. "Electrolyte
imbalance and fluid depletion. On top of a low crit. Drink."
He handed over the glass of cola. Duo drank, willing his hands to
steady on the glass. Thereupon noting his complete lack of success. "Balanced salt solution. Otherwise known as vegetable
broth with fresh ginger and rice noodles," Yuy decreed analytically.
"Useful to jump start a dormant alimentary canal." A highly
clinical clatter commenced in the kitchen. "Aye aye, sirs," Duo muttered resignedly. ~ * ~ |
