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"Wolf Pack"Written By: Emerald Pillow Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4 Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, humor, angst um...I think
that's all...OH YEAH! *slaps her forehead* Totally AU, and language
(Duo can never swear enough) Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, but you can
try to sue me, but all you'll get is a cat with a half mask like Trowa
(But, her name is Duo...) Comments: The idea of the bar thing and what the
bartenders do came from the movie Coyote Ugly, but with a little twist.
Everything else is original (I hope). Um, the only G-boys name used
in the story is Quatre's the rest have other names to go with the
story. Dingo is Duo, Coyote is Heero, Hyena is Wu Fei, Jackel is Trowa.
All the guys are pretty much in character, so you should be able to
tell them apart. Hope you enjoy it! ^-^ Rating: NC 17
Part 10 It was a peaceful slumber. The soft, easy breathing
proved that. Actually, it was a drunken sleep, the evidence was a
empty Jack Daniel's bottle near the slightly parted lips But at least
it was a break. Jackal relaxed every muscle in his arms, wrists, and
hands and began to slip from the cuffs. Once free, he rubbed his stiff
wrists. Why Billie thought she could restrain him while she slept
was beyond him. He slowly slid off the bed and walked over to the
dresser. Opening the top drawer, he pulled out a small key. The key
happened to belong to the cuffs that were still claiming the barred
headboard. As quietly as possible, he unlocked the cuffs and replaced
the key. He then headed straight toward the bathroom. He wasn't
sure why, but every time he slept with Billie, he felt dirty. He never
felt that way with anyone else. Even when he was involved in a threesome
one time. That was, by far, the messiest sexual experience he ever
had. And yet he felt cleaner then. Turning on the water, he rummaged
for a towel. It would take at least three hot showers for him to feel
the same again. Determined not to give Billie any more pleasure than
she already took, he dwelled on the thought of Quatre. Once he was
rock hard, he grasp himself and began slowly stroking. Soon, he closed
his eyes and pretended that it was Quatre's hand pumping him instead
of his own. He quicken his pace and continued to think of the blonde.
He lost himself in thought, completely forgetting where he was and
what he was supposed to be. All that seemed to matter was the hand,
pretending to be Quatre, stroking his length. His entire body tensed
as he reached his climax. "Are you taking all my fun?" Billie interrupted,
spoiling the moment. She pressed her body against Jackal's. "You're
being awfully bad." She scorned and pulled his hand from his
swollen cock. "How dare you have fun without me." She ran
her hands along his exposed body, touching him everywhere except the
one place he ached to be touched the most. She turned him to face
her. Crushing their bodies together, she captured his lips in a kiss.
The contact drove him closer to the edge. She pulled away and slowly
pushed him to his knees. "Please me and I may allow you to release."
She loomed, a wicked smile plaguing her features. The hot water now gone, they climbed out. Jackal first
dried Billie, then himself. He started to wrap the towel around him
out of habit, but a skeptical glare stopped him, and he threw it in
the hamper. Since he went straight to Billie's house after work, he
had no time to pick up any of his own clothes. This forced him to
wear Billie's. Thankfully, they were pretty close to the same height
and size. However, Billie carried a habit of buying her clothes a
size too small. So the jeans she gave him were a little tighter than
he'd like. The shirt wasn't all that bad. It was Hawaiian print, so
he wore it openly, which he knew was intended. Once they were both ready, they stepped outside and
climbed into the car. Jackal sat silently on the passenger side, staring
aimlessly at the passing scenery. He had yet to say anything to Billie
since the morning she waited for him by his car. It had seemed so
long ago, and yet it was just yesterday. Though his body was trapped
with the sleek blonde next to him, his mind was with another blonde
that possessed the most beautiful sapphires he had ever seen. For the millionth time he tried to understand why Quatre
was so willing to be with him. Surely the Arab could have anyone he
wanted without even trying. Someone much more deserving of the kindred
spirit. Why would he want Jackal? After all, the Latin wasn't anything
more than used goods. Over used to be more blunt. The car rolled to a stop at a stop sign. He could hear
Billie talking to him, but didn't care enough to try and understand
what she was saying. Something outside caught his attention. Two small
children were playing on the front lawn with their puppy. They ran
from one side of the well keep grass to the other. Both were laughing
as the dog chased after them barking as happily as their laughter.
A older lady sat on the porch smiling while she watched the children
and their pet. Jackal closed his eyes and wondered if he ever felt at least a quater of the happiness stretched out before him. The answer was yes. When he was swing dancing with Quatre. The time he looked across the table in the cafe and saw a smudge of ketchup on the corner of the Arab's lip. When the pale flesh gave way to a blush as they teased each other at the coffee shop. Jackal could feel tears burn at the back of his eyes. Funny, he couldn't remember the last time he shed sorrow. He pushed away the sensation. There was no use crying over it now. His chance with Quatre was gone. Whatever could have been was destroyed before it even started. The worst part was, he had no one to blame but himself. ***** "Don't touch anything!" Coyote barked. Dingo
quickly closed the drawer to Jackal's night stand before knowing the
contents. Pouting, he mocked Coyote as the Japanese bartender stepped
into the closet. "And don't think I don't know what you're doing."
Dingo stopped and stuck his tongue at the retreating figure. "Why not make yourself useful?" Coyote snapped.
Before Dingo could respond, a overnight bag broke from the closet
and smack the American in the head. "Hey! Watch where you're throwing things. Someone
could loose their hearing." ". . .hn. . ." Soon clothes were being tossed
from the closet to the braided dancer. Dingo easily caught each item
and stuffed them into the bag, in no particular order. Once the bag
was full, Coyote emerged. His colbat eyes studied the overstuffed
bag. "Did you even bother to fold them?" Dingo grinned.
"What for? . . You didn't give them to me folded."
Coyote stepped next to Dingo and slapped the back of his head. Dumping
the contents on the bed, he began to neatly fold. As he folded, Dingo
replaced them into the bag. With the clothes folded, the bag was definitely
smaller. Coyote disappeared into the bathroom for a few more items.
Still curious, Dingo silently slid open the drawer. "I told you not to touch anything!" Coyote's
firm voice echoed in the small room. "I'm not touching." Dingo defended. Coyote
leaned against the door frame and glared at his lover. "I'm not
touching, I'm looking." "Close it!" Dingo did as he was told. Suddenly
a beeping erupted into the room. Dingo grabbed his pager and looked
at the number. The next thing he knew, Coyote was standing in front
of him. "Who is it?" "Who's code is a four?" Dingo shrugged. "Maybe someone misdialed the number." He didn't
want to clue Coyote in yet. He wanted to make sure that Quatre wanted
to go through with the plan before his lover was informed. After all,
what's the use in telling Coyote that he was meddling again without
knowing for sure if he was meddling? "Dingo." The tone of Coyote's voice was questionable.
He scrutinized the American a moment. He could tell that it was a
lie. "Why would I lie to you?" "I'm not saying you're lying. I don't think you're
telling the full truth." Dingo's eyes widen with mock shock.
"No, you wouldn't. You would just alter the way
you say things so that you would be telling enough of the truth so
that you wouldn't be lying." Dingo hid his grin. He used to be
flattered at the fact that Coyote knew him so well. However there
were times when he wished that it weren't true. This was one of them.
"I also know that you're a very good actor. So stop this I'm-going-to-cry-because-I'm-being-accused
look. Who is this?" Dingo remained silent a moment. For the first
time, he didn't know what to say. Except the truth. "It's Quatre." His voice was barely audible
as his eye shifted to the floor. "Dingo, why is he paging you?" "I thought that maybe between the two of us, we
could talk Jackal into quitting." Dingo refused to make eye contact
with his lover. He couldn't bare the look he knew Coyote was giving
him. "How were you planning to do that?" "I was going to talk with Jackal." "And Quatre?" "Sneak into the Pack while Jackal's cleaning. I
was going to draw out a map of where the cameras were placed so he
wouldn't be caught. Jackal could leave the radio on while he cleaned
and if his lips were moving it was because he was singing along. I
even read up on a way to interrupt the sound on the cameras."
"And how would he get in?" "I was hoping that someone could accidentally forget
to close the door all the way." "Does Jackal know about this?" "No. I was planning to sneak Quatre in the first
night without him knowing. I was hoping someone could say that they
would come back and keep him company. But instead of that someone
it would be Quatre." "Is Quatre aware of the danger he would be putting
himself into if he were caught." "I told him that Wolf would kill him. Those were
my exact words. But I don't think for one second that he would get
caught." "If Jackal does care for this guy, do you think
he would appreciate your putting Quatre's life at stake?" "He would probably beat my ass. But he's blind
right now Coyote. He needs some help realizing his feelings for Quatre.
I'm sure that if Jackal knew that Quatre would be willing to do anything
for him, he would quit. This would be like the ultimate test of how
they feel for each other." "What if you're wrong Dingo? What makes you so sure that Jackal feels that strongly about him?" ********* "You're the cutest thing that I ever did see. I
really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree." The song name
was 'Joker' but why couldn't he remember the singer's name? Quatre
leaned against the wall as he watched Jackal finish counting the till
from that night. The bartender was swaying to the music while he mouthed
the words to the song. Quatre couldn't help but notice how sexy he
looked right now. Between the seductive movements and those tantalizing
lips, Quatre was hooked on the scene. He wasn't sure if the dancer
was doing this from habit, or because he was sending a silent message
to his audience. It was the first time he saw Jackal act like this. He
actually seemed to be in a good mood. Even their words that night
seemed to have taken a lighter tone. A smile claimed the Arab's features
for the most part of the night. As if reading his thoughts, the Latin
causally looked up at the sapphires watching him. Quatre could sense
the hidden message under the emerald stare. Sadly, the moment was
broken before the secret was decoded, as Jackal turned and disappeared
in the back room. Now that the money was taken care of, the only thing
that remained was mopping the floor, which never took long. There was a strange air of confidence shrouding the
Latin that night. Usually Quatre could sense a feeling of mystery
or depression. Tonight was different though, and in truth, he was
feeling a little different as well. He still couldn't believe that
a month had already pass. Time just seemed to have flown by. It was
amazing that he had yet to be caught. During the few hours they spent
together each night, there were moments such as these. Moments when
words didn't need to be said because all was well. Where they just
enjoyed being together. The operation ran smoothly the pass month. The only
rough spot was the times that Billie would wait in the parking lot
for Jackal to emerge. She was easily distracted and Quatre made a
clean get away. He usually parked his car two blocks from the bar.
Once he left, he would walk the distance and go home from there. "Let me give you a ride." Jackal stated softly
and began leading Quatre toward his car. "Jackal, what if. . ." "Don't worry about 'what if'." He advised as he opened the passenger side and allowed Quatre in. He watched Jackal walk around to the driver's side and climb in. Once inside he leaned over and claimed Quatre's lips as his own. It seemed that the more they kissed, the harder it was for them to stop. Without realizing it, five minutes passed. If not for the sound of a car backfiring, they would have continued. Reluctantly, they pulled away and drove to Quatre's
car in their comfortable silence. All the while, they were holding
hands. "Thank you Jackal." Quatre smiled and unlocked
his door. He started to leave, but it appeared that Jackal refused
to give up the hand he was holding. Curious, Quatre turned to ask
if everything was okay. "Before you go. . I have something to tell you."
"Is it bad or good?" "Depends how you want to take it." Quatre stared at the emotionless features, trying to decide how the other felt about what was going to be said. For the first time, he couldn't sense, feel, or read anything. "Tonight's the last night I'll be cleaning up alone."
Jackal said, remaining stoic. "Then, that means. . .we can't be together, anymore."
Quatre's eyes fell to the glove compartment. "We're together now." Jackal whispered and
gently squeezed Quatre's hand. Tears brimmed sapphires, and Quatre
silently scorned himself for wasting his time. How could he have believed
that they could continue to see each other? How could he even think
of asking Jackal to leave behind the pass six years of his life? He
should have known better. He could have sworn that Jackal would have
quit for him. If the tables were turned, he would quit for Jackal.
How could he have been so foolish? Shock was served to Quatre at the
words to follow. "And we'll continue to be together." "What about. . ." "I don't care." "Jackal, I don't want anything to happen to you."
There was a short pause. "Well, in that case, I'm done Quatre. I'm through
with being someone I'm not." Was he acting around him? The person
he fell for wasn't the real Jackal? Quatre couldn't hold his tears
back any longer. He couldn't believe they were going to break up like
this. He knew it was inevitable, but why did he have to make things
worse by telling him that everything was an act? Silently he cursed
himself for feeling bad about lying to Jackal in the beginning. Now
that he knew he was the one being lied to. The sudden impulse to run
entered his mind. It was enough to make him sick. After everything
he went through, everything he risked and gave up to be with him.
No. Not him, a image that he made up. Not the real him. "Quatre,
what's wrong?" Jackal asked softly, noticing the tears coursing
down the blonde's cheeks. "How could you?" Quatre managed through his
tears. "After all this. . . How could you?" Jackal's eyebrow
slightly furrowed in confusion, but Quatre didn't notice. The Arab
roughly snatched his hand from the bartender. He watched as Quatre
jumped out of the car and ran to his own. Understandment dawned on
Jackal, and he barged from the driver's seat and ran after the blonde.
He quickly closed the car door, to prevent him from escaping. "Quatre, I wasn't talking about you. I'm going
to quit the pack." Quatre turned to face him. Their eyes met
and Jackal continued. He gently pushed the wet bangs from Quatre's
eyes. His hand rested on the soaking flesh of the Arab's cheek. "That
is. . .if you still want to be with me." "I can't ask you to give up something that's been
a major part of your life for so long. It would be selfish of me."
Quatre whispered as he leaned into the touch and placed his hand over
Jackal's. He silently willed Jackal to persuade him to ask. "Be selfish little one. That bar no longer holds
any value to me. I've found something else that means so much more.
If you still want me." "Why wouldn't I want you?" "I'm used goods." Jackal explained and closed
his eyes, afraid to face Quatre's reaction. "Jackal, look at me, please. . . .I don't care how many people you've slept with." He looked deeply into emerald. "I want you Jackal. I want you to leave the pack and be with me." To prove his sincerity he wrapped his arms around the taller's neck and their lips met in a tender kiss. Without hesitating, the soon to be ex-bartender snaked his arms around Quatre's waist and pulled him closer. ~ * ~
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