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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 15. "Stop abusing my ding dongs." "They are lacking in nutritional attributes." "Barton's in charge of medical detail." "Barton. Tell Maxwell that squiggle cupcakes are an inadequate breakfast." "Chocolate cupcakes. Dark and sweet with a luscious cream filling. Just like Duo," said Trowa's cock. "I can take Med Evac back to L2," Maxwell protested. "You don't have to risk using Une's precious shuttle." "I am in charge of security detail," Yuy retorted. "Your safety is my current assignment." "You're scared senseless of that chick." "I have merely an adequate assessment of my enemy's strengths and liabilities." "Great. You consider your commanding officer your enemy?" "Only when planning a strategic assault on her
prejudices. Strategy dictates I take advantage of the Maxwell Puppy
Eye Effect. While it is still in effect, full force. Accompanying
you to L2 now is merely following the Commander's orders. By the time
Une realizes my ulterior motives, I will have already established
myself in situ. I shall be much more difficult to remove after full
"You sound like you're planning a siege defense." "Exactly. I shall become indispensable to Commander Dickerson. Having enlisted him as an ally, I shall proceed to chip away at Une's objections." "And what about you?" Maxwell demanded. Barton offered a small smile. "I have a new job offer, which just happens to be on L2. Teaching assistant to Dr Denne. He is the Dean of the new Medical School just about to open there. Dr Denne says that L2 is where the action's at." "I suppose that's true, if you're eagerly seeking trauma, drug overdose, the clap, and a wide variety of major plagues," Maxwell snorted derisively. He jumped to his feet and commenced pacing in a somewhat lopsided gate. Barton knew the gingerly stride was due to the surgical repairs, but found it amusing to attribute it to lingering menthol. "You guys have no idea what you're getting into." "I've been to L2 before. So has Yuy." "Visiting there and living there are two entirely damn different things." "You already have scouted and accomplished bivouac." "I live in a ratty room on a raunchy alley. We have water Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Except during emergency rationing when we don't get it at all. Electricity is only for specifically scheduled half hour intervals. You have to request it ahead of time." "You have an adequate income. More than sufficient. Why do you live like a pauper?" Yuy raised both eyebrows in inquisition mode. "Because of my damned job of course. I'm the fucking designated mediator between the rats and the civilized predators. Or hadn't you noticed that detail of my assignment? If I'm to negotiate for and with the lower echelon, I can't exactly descend from on high like a fucking prince, without earning an inter-rib shiv, now can I?" Yuy disliked the level of agitation Maxwell had achieved. He darted forward, snagged the animate form, dragged it back and sat abruptly with the Kid on his lap. "I do not require cosseting. Neither does Barton," he stated softly in Duo's ear before nuzzling the appendage. Maxwell squirmed. "And what if something happens to you guys? Something bad. Then what?" "You're worried about our welfare?" Barton felt a sudden sense of surprise. That soon shifted to something akin to awe. "Awww," said Trowa's cock. "Duo cares about us." Barton massaged Maxwell's shoulder soothingly. "We'll watch out for each other. Just like the good old bad old days. Except we'll be attempting construction rather than destruction. Come on Duo. This'll be L2's first medical school. That's got to be a step in the right direction. No surgeon worth his salt will feel fully trained unless he's worked on L2. The best doctors will then draw the richest patients. People will be clamoring to get in. From all over the Earth Sphere. Bringing money with them. And demanding civilization. It'll be good. You'll see." Maxwell rubbed his forehead with his hands. "You're probably right," he sighed. Yuy licked an ear. Barton tongued the other one. Maxwell squirmed under the double team. "Who gives a damn about ratty rooms?" Yuy asked, smirking as he rose to his feet. "We're going to have a ton of fun," Barton chuckled. Each of them grabbed one of Duo's elbows. Trowa's cock sighed. "The only thing better than a happy ending is a happy end." As the threesome walked toward the freshly refueled shuttle, there lingered upon the air, the vague odor of mentholated massage cream. ~ * ~
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