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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 12 Slowly emeralds reentered the world. The first image
they beheld was the digital clock. It was eleven in the morning. Forgetting
about the time, Jackal rolled over. The thought of waking next to
Quatre brought a smile to his lips. However, he discovered that he
was in bed alone. Confused, he sat up and looked around the room.
There was no sign that the Arab had ever been there. Could it have been a dream? He had dreams of Quatre
before, but nothing was ever that vivid. He could still remember the
taste of the flawless creamy skin. The feeling of being inside the
small frame. The sensations that the light touches caused him. He
could hear the soft concerned voice asking him if he was all right.
The laughter the same voice caused when it asked if they could make
love again. Everything was perfect. Maybe a little too perfect. Jackal laid back down, burying his face in his pillows.
He tried to push away the harsh reality that he woke up alone again.
If that was a dream, he wanted to return. It was in that dream that
he felt like a person. The first and probably only time he would ever
feel whole. However, for some reason, he couldn't return to his slumber.
Surrendering, he pushed the covers off and slid out
of bed. He quickly showered, and brushed his teeth. He slipped on
the first pair of pants that he found. They happened to be jeans with
the left knee ripped out. The tee shirt was red with black lettering,
which read 'smile if you want to'. It was a gift from Dingo a long
time ago. He wore it now because he felt the way the letters proclaimed.
"Nice shirt." Someone proclaimed from the
threshold to his room. Jackal turned, a little surprised to find Quatre
standing there. Even more surprising, the blonde was wearing his clothes.
"It suits you." The Arab smiled and leaned against the door
frame. Jackal blinked a few times, wondering if he was still dreaming.
He stalked over to the small frame. Upon arrival, Quatre reached up
and brushed their lips together. That wasn't a dream. As their kiss
deepen Quatre pressed their bodies closer. The erection began digging
into Jackal's leg. That wasn't a dream either. "I'm sorry. I
wanted to be next to you when you woke. But I got distracted and lost
track of time." He then turned his attention to the kitchen.
Jackal couldn't believe his eyes. Quatre had made breakfast for them.
"How long have you been awake?" Quatre smiled
bashfully. "Actually, I haven't been asleep yet." He
looked at the blue carpet. "I know it might sound a little strange,
but I was afraid that if I fell asleep, you would disappear."
Jackal brushed their lips together. "I thought you did." "Maybe it wasn't all that odd then." He clasped
Jackal's hand in his own and lead him into the kitchen. At first they
were going to sit in separate seats, but before that could happen,
Jackal pulled his smaller lover onto his lap. He wanted to be as close
to Quatre for as long as he could. He wasn't sure how Wolf would react
to his wanting to quit. Of course the middle aged owner would be angry,
and Jackal expected that Wolf wouldn't want to let him go. But he
had to try. He pushed away all thoughts of Wolf. He wasn't going to
ruin such a perfect morning by thinking about his boss. They took
turns feeding each other and every now and then shared. The chore
of washing dishes was split, it was the only way Quatre allowed it.
"I hope you don't mind that I took some of your
clothes." Jackal shook his head and kissed Quatre's shoulder.
"They fit me a lot better than I thought they would. They're
just a little too long. But other than that, they can easily be my
own. Are all your clothes this tight?" "Just the ones for the pack. Another Dingo fashion."
Jackal risen the last skillet and handed it to Quatre to dry. "Dingo fashion?" "He does all the shopping for the clothes. Wolf
believes he has a better sense of style than the rest of us. So he
put Dingo in charge of it. And he's obsessed with the ideal that super
tight is sexy." "Well, when you have a body like yours. . ."
He ran his hand along Jackal's muscular arm. "When you have something
to show off, I'd want super tight too. Me on the other hand. . ."
"I think your sexy Quatre. You really messed me
up that night in leather." The Arab blushed slightly. "I have a confession to make. . . .I still have
your pants from that night." Quatre couldn't help but laugh as
he buried his face in his hands. "Are you kidding?" The blonde shook his head as Jackal pulled his hands from his face, which was beat red. "Are you embarrassed about that?" "No. I'm just laughing because my roommate found
it and I told him it was mine. All my clothes are formal clothing.
I don't own anything like that, but the look on his face was priceless.
He never thought that I would have a pair of skin tight Swede cow
print pants in my closet." Jackal studied Quatre's smiling face.
Just watching him laugh made his own heart full. Could it always be
like this? He wanted it like this. He never wanted anything so badly
than for every morning to be like this. He would give anything for
this. "I think I should take you up on that suggestion you made
a while back." Quatre whispered as he pulled away from his lover.
Jackal was about to ask what suggestion when the blonde
lead him to the bed. He pushed the Latin to sit on the edge and gently
kissed him. Before the kiss became more serious, it ended. Quatre
walked over to the stereo and turned it on. He skimmed through the
first few CDs until he found a song he liked. Jackal quickly understood the statement as Quatre began
dancing slowly. He watched the blonde's movements with lust hungry
eyes. A smile plagued the Arab's lips as he sang with the song and
concentrated on seducing his audience. He wouldn't be able to do this
in front of anyone else. Somehow, it felt natural this way. The comfort
he felt with Jackal was astounding. Especially after last night. Jackal watched him in silence. He could feel himself
rising from the figure dancing before him. With each chorus, the blonde
lost an article of clothing. The song was coming to an end, as it
do so, Quatre stepped over to the Latin and straddled him. Their lips
met in a passionate kiss as Jackal's hands caressed the denuded flesh.
His finger tips lightly ran down the pale back to the backside. He
pulled Quatre closer to him, and their tongues greeted each other
in a silently warm good morning. In one swift motion, the red tee shirt was tugged and
tossed away. Before they continued kissing, Quatre pushed his lover
to lie on his back. He lightly ran his index finger down the tanned
chest, straight to the jeans. "Quatre, maybe you should leave." Jackal whispered
sensing that something was wrong with Hyena. "Damn straight you should leave." Hyena snapped
as Jackal stood up. Without another word, he seized Hyena's upper
arm and lead him from the room. The door was closed, giving Quatre
the privacy to dress. As he did, he listened intently at the words
shared between the two bartenders. "You know what Wolf will do,
if he catches him here." There was a short pause. "Do you
honestly think you can keep this from him Jackal?" More silence.
"Do you have any ideal what he's going to do to you?. . . .Damnit,
don't you even care?" "No." "What?!. . . I guess you don't care that Blondie
in there is going to get seriously wolfed. Do you?" "No he won't." "Are you insane? Of course Wolf is going to kill
him." "Wolf's not going to know until this afternoon.
. . After I quit." "You're quitting the pack?. . . What is wrong with
you?" Jackal didn't reply. "There's no way Wolf is going
to let you quit. Especially after finding out about Blondie. You shouldn't
quit because of him, he's not worth it." "How would you know?" "He's a dead man. . . Did he stay with you last
night?" No answer. "Jackal, Wolf is probably on his way
over here right now." Quatre felt his heart stop. "Since
you wouldn't tell him what was going on, he set up hidden cameras.
He saw you fuck him last night." "Oh shit." The door to the bedroom flew open.
Jackal met Quatre's worried statement. He quickly got ready and snatched
his keys. Grabbing the Arab's hand, he lead him from the apartment
and into the hallway. They were just about to round the corner when
the elevator doors opened and Wolf emerged. Jackal quickly pulled
him and Quatre back around the corner and to the apartment. Hopefully
his boss hadn't seen them. Once back in the apartment, Jackal leaned
against the closed door. "I told you." Hyena apologized. Jackal rubbed
his temples and racked his brain. "Hyena. . ." "No. There's no way I'm lying to Wolf." "I'm not asking you to lie. . ." He lead Hyena
and Quatre back to the bedroom. He closed the door and turned to his
friend. "Just help me distract him so that Quatre can get away."
"No!" He glared at the Arab. "He should
have listened when he was warned, it's his own fault. He should pay
for it." "Jackal!" Wolf's voice was inside the apartment.
Jackal turned pleading emeralds to the coal. "Hyena, I've never asked you for anything. . .
Just do this one thing for me. . ." Hyena had never seen the
stone walled bartender beg before. "Jackal!" The soft voice grew in volume. "This isn't his fault. It's mine. There's no justice
in his suffering for me." Jackal's voice was a low whisper. Hyena
looked toward Quatre. What did he owe him? After everything the blonde
caused, he had half a mind to let Wolf find him there. Only then would
the Arab truly pay for his crimes. On the other hand, if Quatre was
discovered, Jackal would be punished as well. "Please."
"I'm doing this for you. Not him." Hyena snapped
softly as he watched Jackal push the small secret into the walk in
closet. "Thank you." Jackal said softly as he stood
next to Hyena again. They could hear Wolf just outside the bedroom
door. Without warning, Hyena's shirt was ripped from his chest and
thrown to the floor, Jackal's followed. Before the door was opened,
Jackal pushed the surprised China man onto the bed. In an instant,
he was on top him, kissing forcefully and rubbing his rock hard sex
against him. Quatre felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach
as he watched the scene between the blinds of the closet door. The
door opened and Wolf entered. He survied the two pretending lovers.
They seemed to not have noticed him. "Jackal." The Latin pulled from the kiss and looked at the new arrival as if seeing him for the first time. Hyena appeared surprised as he looked up at their boss.
It was a geniune reaction. He didn't expect Jackal to act the way
he had, and in truth, it sort of aroused him. "Hyena out!"
Wolf pointed toward the door and side stepped. What else could he
do, but obey? He pushed himself from the bed and left the room. Wolf
closed the door and turned menacing eyes toward his employee. "What
are you trying to pull Jackal?" He demanded and walked to the
television sitting on the opposite side of the room. Jackal had suspected
him to be angry, but not like this. He could tell that his employer
was fighting to keep his temper under control. The slightly older man pulled a tape from out of nowhere
it seemed. He popped it into the VCR and pushed play. Nothing else
needed to be said. The familiary loud noise filled the room. Quatre
reconginzed the sounds as his own pleasure filled moans. Jackal closed
his eyes and averted them to the side. He could feel Wolf's eyes staring
at him, demanding a full explanation. A explanation that never submerged.
"What the Hell do you have to say for yourself?"
Wolf's voice was unusally harsh and threathening. "Like Hell! There's no fucking way I'm letting
you go." He stood in front of the sitting figure. "Not after
everything we've been through." His voice soften to it's orginial
state. "You've come a long way Jackal. Why do you want to give
it all up?" Jackal remained silent as he glared at him. The silence
was enough of an answer. "For this bastard?!" He pointed
back at the screen that was reliving last night's events. The words
reclaimed it's more harsher tone. "He's not worth it Jackal.
He doesn't care for you. He never could care for you. Do you have
any ideal who he is? Quatre Reberba Winner. The soul heir to the Winner
estate. The richest son-of-a-bitch in the universe. The most eligible
and sought after bachelor in the galaxy." Wolf waited to allow
this to sink in. "Why would he want you Jackal? You're nothing
more than a whore that works in a bar. What would someone with so
much power and influence want with a whore other than to get fucked?"
Jackal closed his eyes as he bowed his. He had thought
that too many times. Despite how much he thought about it, he couldn't
even answer the question himself. Wolf was right. How could anyone
care for a prostitute? He felt Wolf's hand on the side of his face,
but refused to react. "Jackal, I'm not trying to be harsh toward you.
I just want you to realize what's really going on. He's probably only
using you to rebel against his father. You're nothing more than a
mere toy to him. He'll just play with you until you're broken. Then
he'll toss you into the trash." The anger melted with these words
and were replaced with sympathy. From behind the door, Quatre silently
willed Jackal not to believe what was being said. "You don't
need that. Please don't put yourself through that." Jackal tried to ignore his words. Though they made perfect
sense to him, he knew that Wolf had a way of persuading people to
see things his way. In his approach, Wolf always seemed to make himself
to be on the person's side that he was talking to. Jackal knew this
better than anyone. For as far back as he could remember, Wolf had
been doing this to him. Making him feel that he was nothing more than
a small confused child. Up until now, he was right. Jackal had been
lost and confused, but Quatre helped him realize the truth that Wolf
hid from him. He didn't chance a glance toward the closet. But he
knew that his savior was watching and listening to every word. Quatre
did care for him. Last night was more than enough to convince Jackal.
They did make love last night. There was also the fact of all the
risks that the Arab took to be with him. The risk he was taking now.
"I still want out." "Why?" Wolf's voice remained clam and soothing.
He kneeled in front of Jackal. If the Latin refused to look up at
him, he would make eye contact with him. "Jackal, I've done everything
I possibly can for you. I took you in when no one else wanted you.
Taught you to be independent. Treated you as if you were one of my
own, and now you're wanting to abandon me? For someone who's just
looking for a good time." "What has he done to you? He's totally messed up
your mind." "No Wolf, he didn't." Jackal pushed the older
man from him. "For the first time in my life I'm seeing things
clearly. I don't want anything to do with you or that damn bar."
He stood and turned to leave. "Jackal, you're forgetting something very important."
Wolf snarled, the anger reentering his voice and stance. Before Jackal
could leave, the blonde grabbed him and threw him against the wall,
pinning both his wrist. "I own you! And you're not quitting the
pack." Quatre placed his hand on the doorknob, wanting to help
in anyway, but stopped himself. If he suddenly appeared, it would
just make the situation worse. "You can't stop me." Jackal informed as he
fought and freed himself. "If you go anywhere near that piece of shit, his
tight ass will die!" Wolf stepped back and stared at his bartender.
He knew he had him cornered. "If you don't show tonight, I will
make him suffer. The way you suffered throughout your childhood. Don't
think for one instant that I'm bluffing. Ever since I found out Dingo
was going to see him. . . .Well, let's just say that I know everything
about him. I know where he goes to school, what he drives. I know
his dorm room number and his roommate. I even know each and every
single one of his classes and where they're located. If you want to
defy me, then you can. He'll be the one to suffer for it. And I will
definitely enjoyed ever second of his torment. The choice is yours
Jackal. You can stay with the pack and away from him. . .or you can
chance being the cause of his extremely death." Jackal leaned against the wall and slid to a sitting
position. He brought up his legs and hugged his knees, he then buried
his face in his arms. He was defeated. He knew that Wolf had ties
all throughout the Colony. He could carry out his threat and no one
would be non the wiser that he was part of it. Wolf kneeled in front
of him and forced his younger partner to look up. He gently brushed
his lips against the silent ones. "That's my good little cub. I know, it hurts now.
He really has his hooks in you. But don't worry. I'll help you overcome
this, just like I helped you conquer everything else. Hyena will help
you too. It won't be long before he leaves the pack. He's the one
that truly loves you. Just stay with him, and he'll treat you like
a god. You just have to be patient." Wolf stood straight and
looked down at his slave. "My poor wounded Jackal. You'll stand
lone and proud again. You'll see." With those words said, he
left the room. An instant later, Hyena entered the bedroom. He kneeled
next to his coworker and lightly placed a comforting hand on his arm.
Jackal had reburied his face so Hyena couldn't see him. He had never
seen the taller dancer appear so feeble before. His heart ached at
the sight and wanted to help somehow. He loved Jackal more than anything,
however he could never tell the stoic juggler. Everything Wolf had
said about him was true. "Jackal?" Hyena whispered softly as the front
door was closed. Quatre slowly emerged from the closet. "Jackal, I'm sorry." He said softly as he
kneeled in front of the Latin. Jackal remained in his ball. "I
. . ." "Leave Quatre." Jackal whispered. "Leave
and don't ever come back." He pushed himself to his feet and
disappeared into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind
him. He could hear Quatre on the other side. "Jackal, there has to be some way." He cried
pleadingly. Jackal tried to ignore him. The best thing to do right
now was work on forgetting Quatre. Now there was no chance of them
being together. He silently cursed himself for waiting so long. For
wasting so much time to come to this conclusion. The only way to survive
this was to forget. Forget that Quatre ever existed outside his dreams.
"I'm going to find a way Jackal." Quatre's voice was choked
with tears. "I don't care what it takes. . . .I won't give up."
Jackal turned to face the door. He lightly placed his hand against
the wood. Why couldn't he understand? There was no way around this.
He was Wolf's slave, and there was only one way to escape from that.
Either way, he would never be able to see his love again. Tears coursed down Quatre's cheeks as he rested his hand against the door. Somehow he was able to feel the pain in Jackal's heart. He could hear the Latin's thoughts. He would find a way for them to be together. He finally found his soul mate. The only person who could make him feel whole. Now that he had a taste of being completed, he refused to give it up. He would find a way to free his abused love. No matter the costs. Even if he had to hire a hit man to kill Wolf and anyone else that got in the way. ~ * ~
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