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" Welcome Home "Written By: Emerald Pillow
Warnings: supernatural; angst; yaoi; lemon(s);
i think that's it... Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing...blah, blah,blah...yeah, i'm poor. Pairings: 1x3x1, 5x2 Rating: NC 17
Welcome Home Part 2
Duo ran the brush through the wet auburn locks. As he
sat on the bed he realized just how silent the mansion had become.
Since his grandfather had a early meeting the next day, he had went
to sleep around ten. Before he did, he told Duo that if he wanted
or needed anything, that he could help himself. Thinking about this,
he looked over at the phone sitting on the nightstand next to the
bed. The urge to break the silence and hear someone’s voice was
unbearable. Tossing the brush next to him, he laid across the length
of the comfortable mattress and picked up the cordless phone. Sitting
back up straight, he glanced at the clock and calculated the time
difference that each of his friends were so that he wouldn’t
wake them. It was too late for Quatre . . .or more appropriately,
too early. Though it was only eleven thirty where he was, the Colony
where Quatre lived would make it four in the morning. His options
were either Wu Fei, or Heero and Trowa. It was virtually impossible
to get a hold of Wu Fei at any time, so he dialed Trowa and Heero’s
number. The phone was answered on the second ring. “Hello?” “Hey Heero, guess who?” “What’s up Duo?” Heero wondered as he
leaned against the frame of the bathroom door and watched his lover.
“Just thought I’d drop you a line before you
went to bed. Glad I caught you before you did . . .or else you probably
wouldn’t hear the phone over the screaming.” He joked, bringing
a smirk to Heero’s lips. “Guess where I’m at?”
“I suppose not home. Or else you wouldn’t
be asking me.” “I’m in Massachusetts.” “Earth?” “Yep.” “What are you doing there?” “As it turns out, I’m not a total orphan yet.”
“You found your parents Duo?” Heero asked,
grabbing Trowa’s attention from his task. The emerald eyes looked
up at his boyfriend, wondering if he had heard right. “Not my parents. My grandfather. As it turns out,
he’s been looking for me since I was a baby. He’s rich,
and one of his servants kidnapped me when I was less than a year old.”
“Well . . .” Duo smiled to himself as he realized
that Heero was speechless. There were a few times that this occurred,
and it always made the braided boy laugh when it did. He wasn’t
sure why, but he found great amusement in the fact that someone that
didn’t speak often could become speechless. There was a difference
between not having anything to say; and choosing not to say anything.
“What’s Trowa up to?” The colbat eyes
rested on his boyfriend as the Latin towel dried his leg. Pushing
from the doorframe, he walked over to the taller boy and sat on the
edge of the tub. “He’s right here.” The Japanese boy stated
and allowed his hand to caress the silky flesh of Trowa’s shapely
leg. Since Heero had picked up the habit of running his hands along
Trowa’s calves and thighs, he started making it a point to keep
them shaved for his lover. “Let me talk to him for a minute.” Heero handed
the phone over to Trowa. He then set out to inspect the finished job
with his lips. “Hi Duo.” Trowa greeted as he watched Heero
kiss along his shin, slowly making his way north. “Hey Cyclops. How’s things going between you
and super man?” “Great. I hear you found family?” “Yeah, my grandfather. I’m staying with him
a little while. Just to get to know him better.” “I’m glad that you found relatives Duo. Did
you tell Quatre or Wu Fei yet?” As he spoke, Heero’s lips
were coming closer and closer to his inner thigh, and he could feel
himself getting aroused. “Q’s still sleeping, and no one can ever get
a hold of Wu Fei unless you’re in the middle of a possible war.”
Trowa’s breathing was growing heavier as Heero finally reached
his final destination. He lovingly ran his fingers through the brown
hair as the Japanese boy nursed on his erection. “You sound a
little busy there. I guess super man is getting impatient, so I’ll
let you go. Tell Heero I said ‘later’.” “All right.” With that, they both hung up.
He stared at the phone, wondering if he should waste his time calling
Wu Fei. It’s been almost a month since the last time he had seen
the Chinese boy; or heard his voice . . . this in mind, he dialed
and listened to the rings. He didn’t expect there to be an answer,
and just as he started to hang up, the strong voice floated to him
like a dream that he had longed for. “Chang.” “Maxwell.” It’s always how he answered
for Wu Fei. Mainly because the Preventer was the only one he knew
that always answered the phone, at work or home, with his last name.
“I was starting to worry about you Maxwell. I haven’t
heard from you in a while.” “Oh, you were worried about me? Why were you worried
about me Wu-wu?” When he started calling his friend the personal
pet name, it use to bug him . . .now he accepted it as the same as
his first name. The American laid back on the soft comforter and listened
intently to the soothing voice. He closed his eyes and attempted to
imagine what expressions would be washing over the proud face with
each line spoken. “Well, I never get through or answered. It’s
enough to nearly discourage someone from wanting to talk to you. Lucky
for you, I’m persistent. You work too much. When are you going
to get some vacation time?” “Seriously?” “Yeah, seriously.” “When I finish the mission I’m working on
now.” “Really?” “Yeah.” “What are you going to do?” “To tell you the truth, I have no ideal.”
“Well, maybe you should come visit me for a little
while.” “Actually, I did come to visit you today.”
“You did?” Duo sat up straight, completely
not believing what was just said. “I went to the yard today and Hilde said that you
went to Earth to meet your grandfather.” “Damn Hilde. I wanted to tell you.” “So how are you getting along with him?” “Well, to tell you the truth, he’s exactly
what I pictured myself to be when I get his age.” Wu Fei laughed,
causing Duo’s heart to stop for a moment. It was always tough
to bring forth that action from the Chinese boy. When he finally managed
it, it was like finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. “Yeah.
He’s fun loving, easy to talk with, and has the mini bar of my
dreams.” This last statement dragged the endangered laughter
to continue a little longer. As he bathed in the heart lifting sound,
he found himself wishing that he was face to face with Wu Fei, so
he could see that beautiful smile that he only glimpse a couple of
times since they’ve known each other. “Did you find out what happened to your parents?”
“Actually I did. My mom died after giving birth
to me . . .and my dad’s been MIA since the war. As it turns out,
I have a twin sister that died two years ago. My grandpa is the only
living relative I got.” “From the way you’re talking, I guess that
there’s no doubt in your mind about it.” Wu Fei observed.
“At first there was . . .but when I met him, and
we started talking and getting to know each other, it just sorta vanished.
Plus there’s all the legal documents like DNA tests, finger prints,
blood tests . . .” “And birth certificate Dagmar?” Duo rolled
his eyes as he heard Wu Fei snicker. “I guess Hilde told you about that too.” “Yeah. Is your grandfather calling you that?”
“No. He’s been really cool about it and has
been calling me Duo the whole time.” “Well, that’s good, because you’re definitely
not a Benjamin Rockwell Dagmar. That sounds like someone that’s
high class . . .and almost as funny as Quatre Raberba Winner.”
“Well, gramps is rich, but not Winner rich.”
“Who would have guessed that you’d be the
sole heir for a fortune?” “Despite the fact that I was always hard up for
money . . .his wealth doesn’t matter to me. Is that seriously
out of character or what?” “Not really. I think you’re more concerned with connecting to who you truly are Duo. Finding your grandfather isn’t just a chance to learn of your birth, but your life before you were born.” ******** Duo did his best to stay awake as the limo pulled into
the drive of the Country Club. Last night, he had stayed on the phone
with Wu Fei for at least three hours. He wasn’t expecting his
grandfather to wake him at nine. After sharing a drowse breakfast,
they climbed into the limo and headed to the club. Duo found that
he was a little nervous again. He had never been in a Country Club,
and he didn’t want to embarrass his grandfather. “Don’t be nervous.” Dennis spoke softly
as he noticed that his grandson was playing with the tip of his braid.
“Just be yourself. Of what I’ve seen someone would have
to be insane not to like you . . .” A smile curved his lips and
the corner of his eyes crinkled as he chuckled lightly. “You’re
too much like me for them to not like you.” Duo couldn’t
help but smile at the encouragement. At the same time, it eased a
great deal of his uneasiness. “When we get inside, there’s
a girl I want you to meet.” “You’re not looking to hook me up with someone?
Are you gramps?” The old man grinned mischievously. “I’m sorry. A good looking man such as yourself
probably already has a girlfriend back home waiting for you.”
“Actually, I don’t . . .but I’m kinda
attracted to someone right now.” “What’s her name?” Duo chewed his bottom
lip, wondering if he should tell his grandfather the truth . . .that
he’s had it bad for Wu Fei ever since the time they spent in
the Oz cell together. “I’m sorry. An old man like myself
shouldn’t be prying into younger affairs.” “No. It’s okay . . .it’s just that the
person I’m after isn’t a girl.” The dark brown eyes
widen. They studied Duo closely as the American did his best to not
look at his grandfather. Somehow he expected to be scolded and told
that boys shouldn’t like boy’s . . .but then again, he had
been wrong so far about Dennis’ reactions. An awkward silence
filled the limo as the chauffeur stepped from the driver seat. Out
of sheer habit, Duo reached for the door handle to allow himself out.
“Duo, this person that you’re speaking of
. . .do you care a great deal for him?” Duo was quiet a moment
as he thought about this. Getting through to Wu Fei was sometimes
a difficult task. It seemed as if he was afraid to get close to people
at times . . .but then there were always unguarded moments, like last
night, when he felt as if he was getting closer. In short, he wasn’t
sure what exactly he felt about the Chinese boy, because at this point,
he wasn’t being allowed to go pass liking him. “I feel that I can care a lot about him.”
“You don’t know?” “I don’t know him completely, but like I said
I’m attracted to him. You’re okay with bisexuality, right?
I mean, you’re not going to toss me away because I find a boy
attractive?” Dennis looked over at his grandson. The pleading
violet eyes soften his original answer. “It’s not something that I am use to Duo .
. .but I can promise you that I won’t try to push anyone onto
you.” “But are you all right with it?” The old man
sighed and sat back in his seat. “If this boy makes you happy, then I will learn
to be all right with it. I’ve already lost my daughter to pig
headedness . . .I won’t lose you the same way.” “I think you’re the coolest old guy I’ve
ever met.” Duo teased and stepped from the back seat. Duo’s violet eyes traced the large group of people
inside the club. The entire room was rampant with intelligent conversations
of art, the music being play, social affairs, and the things that
rich people normally talk about. Duo never was one much for art, and
he found the music as tiring; which wasn’t a good thing since
he was still fighting to stay awake from last night. “Dennis, I’m so glad you made it.” A
thin young woman chirped as she advanced toward the old man and his
grandson. Duo watched as they shared a European greeting of a kiss
on each cheek, before the woman’s attention was diverted toward
the braided boy. “And who is this strapping young man?”
She questioned and smiled brightly. “Freya Primo, this is my grandson Duo Maxwell.”
Duo smiled as he noted how he was introduced. They shook hands and
the American came to realize how beautiful she was. . .and didn’t
appear much older than himself. “Duo Maxwell? I thought your grandson’s name
was Benjamin Dagmar.” “It is, but he’s been called Duo his whole
life. It seems a shame to just disregard it.” “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Duo.
How are you finding the club?” “Well . . .” Duo looked around the room again.
“We just got here, so I don’t think I have anything to say
right now. Check back with me later and I’ll let you know.”
“I’ll look forward to that.” She smiled
warmly, and the ex-pilot had a feeling that she truly meant what she
was saying. “How about we partake in a game of tennis to start
things out?” “I’ve never played tennis before.” Duo
informed. “Oh, what about golf?” Duo shook his head.
“Polo? … Cricket?. . ..Bat mitten?. . .” With every
suggestion Duo made a gesture that he hadn’t. “What sort
of sports have you played?” “Basketball, baseball, football, soccer . . .you
know, all the poor people sports.” “Poor people?” Freya’s eyebrows arched
at the phrase. It was then that Duo noticed his grandfather’s
exit. Somehow he had a feeling that this was the woman that Dennis
wanted him to meet. “Well, how about I give you a few lessons
in rich people sports in exchange for lessons in poor people sports.”
Duo chuckled at the statement. “No offense Freya, but I don’t think I could
handle your sports. They don’t really interest me.” “What are you interested in then?” Duo thought
for a moment. “What else do you have here?” “There’s the swimming pools, the Jacuzzis,
the lunch room . . .” “I am kinda of hungry.” He followed his new hostess to the lunchroom. Duo looked at the courses set out. “Wow, this all looks good . . .but what the hell
is it?” Freya laughed lightly. “Duo, I’m not sure how much your grandfather
told you . . .but swearing is prohibited here.” “Oh. Sorry. I’ll watch my ‘damns’ and ‘hells’ from now on.” As he spoke, his eyes landed on a fish. “Whoa. Someone forgot to skin the fish.” Freya
chuckled. “No Duo. It’s a French dish. It’s supposed
to still have the scales.” “Nasty. How can anyone eat something that’s
looking at you? I’d feel like the fish is begging ‘don’t
eat me’.” Freya placed her hand over her mouth to block
out her laughter and they made their way down the buffet line. For
every dish, Duo had something to say about why it looked disgusting
or why he would never consider eating it. For every comment there
was a giggle or chuckle. “Okay, enough about that . . .where’s
the real food?” He asked once they reached the end. “Duo, that was the real food you goof.” “He’s probably looking for the rat burgers.” A rich, snobbish voice entered the conversation. “You don’t appear any more than a street urchin that wondered into the wrong building.” Duo glared at the preppy boy standing before him. Dennis stepped into the billiard room in search of his
grandson. He was a little awed at the crowd that was filling the room.
There were few times when it would pack like this . . .which only
meant that Coleman Radcliff III was playing. Coleman was ranked the
Billiard State Champion for three consecutive years. So having the
honor of watching him play was rare and therefore something to see.
As Dennis wandered further into the room in search of Duo, he was
stopped by a long time friend. “Dennis. Where have you been? You’re missing
a great game.” The man announced. “Is Coleman playing again Fuller?” “Yes, but what is truly intriguing is who he is
playing.” “Who’s he up against?” At this, Dennis
gave the pool table his full attention. “I’m not exactly sure who he is, but he’s
giving Coleman a run for his money.” Fuller chuckled. “Duo?” Dennis tread through the crowd, wondering
if his old eyes were playing tricks on him. He stopped on the opposite
side of the table as his grandson, and Duo looked up. The American
was leaning over, aiming for what would be his winning shot. Coleman
was standing to the side, just in case of a miss. “Hey gramps, where you been?” “Gramps? Is that any way to refer to one of our
club’s most prestigious members?” Coleman scolded as he
narrowed his eyes at the braided boy. “Back off, you’re just pissed because you’re
losing. Better start fishing out your allowances rich boy, because
that eight ball is about to bank off the left corner of the table,
and sink into this right front pocket.” Duo boasted; as he spoke,
he used his pool stick to draw out the trail of the ball for a better
understanding . . .just in case his language was a little too primitive
for the rich group. “That shot is impossible.” Coleman scoffed.
“Not even I can make a shot like that. I just hope a street urchin
as yourself will be able to afford your offensive mouth.” “Shut up Coleman.” Dennis butted in. “That’s
my grandson.” “Oh, Mr. Dempsey. I had no ideal.” “Save your groveling until after the shot.”
The old man smirked and looked at Duo. “Damn, he popped your bubble.” The American
laughed. “Such language!” Coleman grasped, causing
both Duo and his grandfather to laugh. Freya watched the braided boy
with growing attraction. Not only was he vulgar, and bold, but he
was like no one she had ever met before. “Quickly. Take your
shot and let’s be on with this.” Duo shrugged and aimed.
As predicted, the eight ball banked off the left corner and began
rolling toward the pocket indicated. Just as it came to the pocket,
it slowed to a stop on the very edge. Coleman snickered and the ball
fell in; bringing forth a devious smile to Duo’s lips. “You were saying over stuffed peacock?” Clearing
his throat, the rich boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a
checkbook. “Do you take checks?” “Hell no. What kind of fool do you take me for?
I might not have had your proper upbringing, but I know better than
to accept checks. You better lay some cold hard bills in my hand,
or you’ll be getting knuckles to your face.” Dennis couldn’t
help but laugh at the scene before him. There were countless members
of the club that wanted to do what Duo was doing right now . . .but
none of them did for fear of being banned from the club. The appalled
look on Coleman’s face was priceless, and Dennis found himself
wishing he had a camera. “I beg your pardon?” Coleman asked scandalized.
“Don’t think I don’t know that trick.
Write out a check and as soon as I walk away, you’ll whip out
your handy expensive cell phone and cancel the check, then I’m
screwed out of my money. Come on money bags, I know you have to be
able to afford it, your daddy’s probably a rich bastard anyways.”
“Well, I’ve never.” ~ * ~ Chapter
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