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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 14 Hyena leaned over and cupped Jackal's lifeless hand in his own. He stared at the pale features while listening to the steady beep of the heart monitor. If Hyena had his way, he would have stayed by Jackal's side throughout the night. However Wolf instructed him differently. Last night was ladies night and Wolf felt that it was more important. The middle aged boss had yet to step foot in the hospital, despite the fact that he had promised Hyena he would stay with Jackal. After the auction, he rushed to clean up and tend to his winner. The instant that was completed, he returned to the bedside. There he stayed talking softly to the Latin in hopes of saying something to make him want to return to consciousness. If anything, Jackal was getting worse. He was barely hanging on by a thread and hadn't shown a single sign of awakening. Hyena had never felt so helpless before. He could barely talk after spending all of yesterday and most of that morning trying to coax Jackal. He would have continued through the afternoon, but Coyote forced him out of the room, telling him that he had to go home and rest. At first Hyena was going to do just that, but as he crossed the parking lot to his car, another ideal struck him. It was then that he had visited the campus that Quatre was supposedly living on. With the right persuasion toward the receptionist, Hyena had learned the blonde's dorm room number. Unfortunately all he found was the petrified roommate. Not wanting to waste time, he asked where Quatre was. The roommate had stammered that he wasn't there. Hyena had been frustrated at that point. He already knew that. Part of him wanted to pound the college student for the information, but if he did, Wolf would have learned where he was. That was one thing Hyena didn't want, which was why he simply said that he would be back and wanted to talk to the Arab. For some reason, Wolf didn't monitor Hyena as much as the other bartenders. Maybe it was because Hyena was the only one of them that followed every single rule to the exact word. Dingo had teased him numerous times about being Wolf's lap dog, and right now he was glad he had played that role. Now that Wolf was continuously watching over the other three, he could move about more freely. It was that lack of surveillance that made him the only one that held the power to save Jackal from himself. After the encounter with Quatre's roommate, Hyena had stayed close for awhile, hoping to catch a glimpse of the blonde's return. However, it didn't happen. A two hours had passed and Hyena had been getting extremely impatient. He then came to the conclusion that he would return after work that night. Where else in the universe would Quatre be besides bed at four in the morning? "Jackal." Hyena started, his voice hoarse and barely a whisper. The simple word caused his throat to burn. "I'll make a deal with you. . . . . Survive this. Wake up and continue living Jackal, and I'll . . . .I'll make sure. . .you and him will be together." Hyena fought against his tears. "I promise you that I won't let anything come between you. Please wake up." Tears coursed from his coal eyes as he rested his cheek against the back of Jackal's hand. He was more than willing to give up anything to see those emerald eyes again. "Please wake up Jackal. If not for yourself, then for him. Don't make him suffer any more and I'll free you. I'll free you both." Dingo closed his eyes and concentrated on Coyote's lips. They were gently teasing his flesh with quick pecks and licks. He could feel his lover's excitement through their jeans as their bodies were crushed together. Suddenly the floor jerked, throwing Dingo harshly against the metal wall. Coyote's erection dug into his own. Curious, he looked out the corner of his violet eye to find that Coyote had pressed the emergency brake for the elevator. The horny Japanese dancer was rushing to remove the denim clothe separating him from bliss. The pants pooled on the metal floor around Dingo's feet. His black silk boxers followed. Normally, Dingo would have enjoyed every second of this, but he was still feeling guilty for what had happened. Which was why Coyote was acting so publicly. It pained him to see his American partner so quiet and withdrawn. If anything could snap him out of it quickly, it was public sex. In truth, Coyote didn't know what else to do. He had tried everything else. "Coyote." Dingo whispered as he tried to pull from the strong arms unsuccessfully. Part of him didn't want to stop. His body, no his groin, was raring to go. His mind felt that he should be punished. "I don't deserve this." "What happen wasn't your fault." Coyote stopped a moment to stare into the violet eyes he loved so much. As he did, he unzipped the front of Dingo's shirt to expose the concealed chest. "Yes it is. I. . ." Coyote blocked out the rest of the sentence by forcefully kissing Dingo. He roughly pushed his tongue deeply into the guilt spoken mouth. The kiss was broken when Coyote pulled away to squeeze the contents of a tube he had just revealed. "Coyote. . ." Dingo started as he watched the cream rubbed on the rock hard sex. "Shut up and let me fuck you." A instant later, he wrapped his arms around Dingo's slender waist and hoisted his braided lover off his feet. Using his left arm to brace himself, he used his right to support Dingo and lower him onto his shaft. To aid in the process, Dingo wrapped his legs around Coyote's waist. He could feel the Japanese pride enter his unprepared entry. It wasn't too painfull. Taking into consideration the fact he didn't have time to properly prepare for the invasion, he used twice as much lubrication on himself. Dingo leaned against the cool wall as he adapted to the penetration. Closing his eyes, he ran his fingers through Coyote's light brown hair, while he felt the other gently nursing his nipple. Slowly the cock inside him began to leave. Right before it completely exited, it changed it's mind and buried itself deeper inside the haven. Once entirely inside, the length resolved to depart. Still unable to make a decision, it reentered. The confusion started out slow, but quickly gained in speed as it continued. Even after finding a hidden secret in the thicket, it still didn't know what it wanted to do. Continue further and discover the depths of the skeleton in the closet, or forget about it and allow curiosity to reign. Dingo clutched Coyote's shoulders tightly as his secret was being discovered. The moans grew louder each time the secluded spot was unearthed. With every thrust, he pushed himself against the foray, waiting for the moment the paparazzi would exploit him. All at once, Dingo felt a strong hand grasp his manhood and begin pumping at a infuriating speed. "Hello?" The two lovers were so engrossed with one another that they failed to hear the voice elude the small intercom below the elevator buttons, which Dingo had accidentally pushed. "The elevator appears stuck. Is everyone all right in there?" The answer was a moan loud enough to wake the dead. "Okay, hold on. We'll have you out of there a moment." Coyote ceased the loving assault on Dingo's neck and captured the loud lips. He thought he had heard someone say something, but wasn't for sure. He kissed Dingo deeply and listened more intently. He could have sworn that he heard a woman's voice. Soon, the assumed voice was forgotten as both of them began to reach their limit. Dingo released first, Coyote a few seconds afterwards. The next thing either of them knew, the elevator doors opened. "Oh my goodness!" A woman screamed and covered her son's eyes with her hand. Before the child could be tainted anymore, she pulled him away from the provocative scene. Four other people and a doctor stood wide eyed and opened jaw at the pleased men inside the elevator. Violet met colbat. "Damn, they missed the best part." Dingo grinned, feeling much like himself.* Quatre chewed his bottom lip. He knew Alex was worried about him, but this was too much. Completely shaken by Hyena's visit, Alex had called the police. Ever since Quatre returned to campus, he had officers follow him everywhere. He couldn't use the bathroom without a cop checking every stall first. Now he couldn't even sleep. There were two well built officers sitting in the room watching over him. He tried to forget about them and fall asleep, but every time he dozed off, one of the two would make some sort of sound to remind him. At first he was able to ignore the watchful eyes and the following shadows. Now it was driving him nuts. There was no such thing as privacy or alone time that day. Worse yet was the fact that Alex was following him as well. Without realizing it, they seemed to have made up at some point. Upon his return, Alex was acting as if they never fought. His roommate seemed to be enjoying the hired help. On numerous occasions, he found his friend flirting with a few of the officers. Maybe he was just trying to make Quatre jealous. But Quatre didn't care. Right now his mind was set on finding a way to at least see Jackal without getting caught. He just wish he could somehow know that the dancer was okay. Ever since he left the apartment that morning, he feared the worse. Who knew what kind of torture Wolf would endure? Suddenly the phone rang, slicing through his thoughts. Blinking back the tears, he stared at the phone, wondering who would call at such an hour. "Hello?" One of the cops picked up the receiver. Quatre could distinctively hear someone yelling on the other end. "Who is this?" The policeman asked as a crease lined his forehead. More yelling could be heard, but the words were muffled. "How do I know you're who you say you are?" The cop continued. Even more yelling. Not able to take anymore, he pulled the receiver from his ear. This allowed the voice to be heard better and Quatre instantly recognized it as Katrina's. "All right, hold on a moment." He handed the phone to Quatre. "It's your sister and boy is she ever mad." Swallowing hard, Quatre accepted the receiver. "Hello?" He squeaked. "Quatre, did you go back to the Wolf Pack after I told you to leave them alone?" "Katrina, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disobey you. It's just that I. . ." Guilt suddenly flooded the blonde. How had Katrina found out? Who could have told her? He glanced over at Alex's sleeping figure. Did Alex tell her? Is that why he was acting as if nothing happened? "You what, Quatre? I told you to stay away for you're own good. Why didn't you listen to me?" Quatre opened his mouth to answer when all at once he heard a male voice in the background. A sinking feeling overwhelmed the Arab. Suddenly silence befell the other side of the line. "Katrina?" Quatre clutched the receiver in a white knuckled grip. "Katrina are you still there?" "Don't act strange." The voice was strained and sounded as if it hurt the owner to speak, but he knew it was Hyena. "Don't alert either of the cops in your room." Quatre's face paled. Hyena had Katrina. It never occurred to Quatre that the Chinese hit man would sink so low as to bring his sister into this. "I want you to act as if you're still talking to Katrina." "Okay." Quatre tried to sound natural. "Look, I'm running out of time here, so I'll make it quick. I didn't come after you this afternoon to hurt you. I have no intentions of hurting you or your sister. I just wanted to talk to you and ask for your help." Ask for his help? Was this part of his plan? "I know you have to have already realized how much you mean to Jackal. You mean so much to him that he's willing to die than live without you. In fact that's what he's trying to do as we speak. If you care about him even half as much as he cares for you, come to the Winner Memorial Hospital. I'm sure you know where it's at. He's in room 303. If you decide to come, I'll protect you if I have to. I don't blame you if you don't want to trust me. . .but can you risk not to?" There was a short pause. Should he risk it? There was still a chance this could be a set up. But something in Hyena's tone told him that what was said was true. The voice on the other end was a little shaky compared to what he had heard before. Besides, Hyena did offer to help back in Jackal's apartment. "Quatre?" Katrina called softly. "I'm here." Quatre answered, still unsure what to think. "What do you think?" He asked suddenly. "I don't know. . ." Her voice was a lot calmer than when she first spoke to him. "What does your heart say Quatre?"
"No." She said softly after replacing the IV bag. She stopped in front of the Chinese visitor and placed a comforting hand on his arm. "At least he's not getting worse." Her voice was soothing. "You've been here for quite some time. Why don't you go to the cafeteria and get something to eat?" Hyena shook his head as he continued his steady vigilance. The nurse glanced back at the patient. "I see. Well, would you like me to arrange something brought up here?" "No, thanks." "How about your friends?" She continued and glanced toward the corner. Dingo and Coyote were sitting in a chair. The two somehow managed to fall asleep. Though the position they were in appeared uncomfortable, they seemed to be sleeping peacefully. "I don't think so." The nurse smiled and then turned to leave. Once she emerged into the hallway, Hyena returned his attention to Jackal. He didn't know what else he could do. He tried everything that popped into his mind. The ideal he had about Quatre was just a last resort. He hated the ideal of the two together, but if it made Jackal happy, what he felt didn't matter. Since Hyena had made the promise, Jackal had stopped slipping deeper into the coma. He hadn't gotten any better, but Hyena was convinced that would change as soon as Quatre would arrive. As if on cue, Hyena heard someone lightly tap on the opened door to the room. He knew without looking that it was Quatre. Without a word, he turned to face the Arab. Quatre appeared a little uncertain of his being there. His blue eyes instantly flew to Jackal. "What happened to him?" "He swallowed a full bottle of extra strength aspirin and chased it with a bottle of tequila." Hyena walked over to his coworkers sleeping in the corner and shook them awake. He ignored the violet and colbat ice stares. "We should go. They could use some privacy." Hyena explained. Confused, Dingo leaned back a little, wondering why Hyena would say such a thing. "Hey, Blondie. What are you doing here?" Dingo jumped to his feet and bounced to the blonde's side. "Hyena asked me to come." Quatre answered, his eyes never leaving Jackal. Coyote could only stare at his Chinese friend. He was just as surprised as his American partner. Neither of them ever expected Hyena to do something like this. Hyena lead the two confused bartenders out of the room and closed the door behind them. "Man, Wolf is going to freak when he finds out that his lap dog is lashing back." Dingo claimed as he stood in the middle of the hallway in front of Jackal's room. "I know what I'm doing Dingo. I know the coincidence of what I'm doing. This is all I can do." "You're not only going to get wolfed, but you just killed Quatre you asshole. Didn't you even think about him?" Dingo continued. In truth, the American had grown attached to the blonde and he didn't want anything to happen to him. "I asked him to come. He knows what could happen. He came on his own free will." "Is that your plan Hyena?" Dingo blurted, seizing the attention of everyone within earshot. "You want Wolf to kill him don't you? It's sorta like getting rid of the competition without getting your own hands dirty. You want Jackal to think you're so good. If you killed Quatre on your own, he would hate you forever. That's why you did this. You want Wolf to kill him so you won't have to!" Dingo couldn't remember a time that he was so angry. He balled his hands into tight fists as he continued. "That's sick Hyena. Why can't you be a man about this? Why do you have to act like a snake? All Quatre wants to do is help, and you're taking advantage of that." With that, Dingo seized the door handle to the room. Hyena roughly grabbed his wrist before he could open it. "What do you think you're doing?" "I'm telling Quatre what your doing. Maybe he'll get wise and go home." He pulled the American's hand from the door and pushed him a few feet back. Hyena took a step toward Dingo, but Coyote stopped him and stood directly between the two. The silent colbat eyes dared the China man to even think about touching the braided dancer again. "Quatre probably already knows what you just said. In fact, half this floor heard you." Hyena started in a lower tone than Dingo's. "I'm not using Quatre to my own advantage. I made a promise to Jackal and I plan to keep it. If you try to stop Quatre, then Jackal won't ever wake up and he'll die. Is that what you want Dingo? After all, you're the one that allowed all this to happen in the first place." The anger Dingo was just feeling returned to guilt. "You can't blame Dingo. He didn't make Jackal do this to himself. Jackal can't handle changes." Coyote intervened. "That's where your wrong Coyote. Jackal knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what he was doing." With that, Hyena turned and stormed toward the elevators. The lovers had no choice but watch the retreating figure. "Did that make sense to you?" Dingo asked as Hyena round a corner.
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