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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 5 As Dingo foretold, Quatre had no problems getting back
in. Steve remembered him and allowed him to pass. However as he did
so, he caught the heavyset bouncer staring at his butt. As he entered
the bar, he was once again greeted by Dingo's peppy voice as an auction
ended. Quatre pushed his way toward the front again. Surprisingly,
Claudia was still seated by the pole. The seat next to her was empty.
"Of course I did." Claudia explained, her
brown eyes were fixed on Dingo. "Did you get the money?"
Quatre nodded. "I guess they saved the best for last." Dingo
announced as he freed his braid and replaced his black Swede cowboy
hat. "I hope you brought a spare pair of panties." He informed
as the song began. Quatre turned his eyes from the American, wondering
where Jackal was. His eyes first laid on Coyote who seemed to be ignoring
his dancing dingo. Closer inspection proved that he was watching from
the corner of his eye while he poured the drinks. Hyena was nowhere
to be seen. Finally his eyes landed on Jackal again. Like before,
he was on the opposite side of the bar, serving customers. Unfortunately,
his clothes were replaced. Billie appeared to be yelling at him for
something that the music didn't want anyone else to hear. Quatre couldn't help but wonder just who Billie was.
Why did she act as if she was the only one who could bid on Jackal?
If Quatre didn't know any better, he could have sworn that Billie
was a jealous girlfriend. A loud howl broke through Quatre's thoughts.
He turned his attention to the bar. Dingo was now bare chest, dancing
in front of him. The words "Get a grip" were arched over
his belly button in thick black letters. In the center of the arch,
a arrow was pointing down his pants, which were now open enough to
expose his leopard spotted underwear. "Don't worry about Billie. She's just a bitch." He informed, never losing beat or missing a step. "Did you get the money?" Quatre nodded. "Good." Dingo observed as he dipped onto his knees and began thrusting his pelvis in Quatre's face. A cheesy smile branded the American's lips as he placed his hat on Quatre's head. "Then go give it to Jackal." Without another
word, he quickly drank Claudia's drink and pulled her up to dance
with him. The two of them howled loudly as their bodies slapped together
in harmony. Their dance was a lot more sexual than the one Quatre
and Jackal were engaged in earlier. Mainly because Claudia was rubbing
herself against Dingo as much as he was her. Presently, Quatre returned his attention to his prize.
Jackal was only a few seats away from him, Billie still nagging him.
He didn't seem to have been paying any attention to her. Which was
upsetting her even more. Jackal continued working his way toward Quatre
as she kept along side him. As they neared, Quatre could better hear
their conversation. "Will you at least look at me?" She screamed.
Jackal set the bottle he was holding and looked up for the first time.
"You think you got off easy didn't you? You better think again.
Notice how fast she shot out of here. She's not coming back Jackal.
You're going to be mine any ways." As she said this, Dingo stepped
between them. His leopard cladded crotch separated them. "Back off bitch. Leather hottie has returned."
He pushed his hair from his face and pointed toward Quatre. "And
she's loaded." "Watch yourself Dingo." Billie warned as she
narrowed her eyes at the American for interrupting. Dingo laughed
and dipped again his hair lightly fell in his face. He slowly pushed
it away. "You think you're hot with that tattoo? It's probably
just magic marker." Pushing his hair behind one ear, he picked
up the closest drink and poured it down his stomach. He roughly rubbed
at the words as the liquid caressed his abs. "Ain't nothin comin off here. You do need to get
laid. Maybe then you won't act like you're PMS-ing. There's a street
corner out there. Go get you a cheap two dollar hoe. Better yet, become
the hoe yourself. If you can get someone horny enough to buy you.
Jackal ain't the only piece of ass in town." He began to stand
straight again, but before he could, Billie reached and grabbed his
nuts. Dingo cringed in pain as she squeezed him. "We'll see how fast you talk in a minute."
With that, she released him. "Daammn. Hiss. Hiss. No cats allowed in the pack."
Billie returned to her seat at the opposite end of the bar where she
was greeted by Coyote. He narrowed his colbat eyes and spoke one sentence
to her. He glared at her moment longer and then turned to another
customer. Dingo continued with his dance as if nothing had happened.
Once the song stopped, Coyote stood next to Dingo, microphone in hand.
"We'll open with one." Coyote stated without
any enthusiasm. Dingo shook his head and snatched the microphone from
the Japanese. He then escorted the other down. "We're talking about an auction here, not a funeral."
He turned to his audience. "Can I hear some noise out there if
you liked what you saw." The bar became deaf with a mixture of
howls and screaming. Dingo used the break to quickly pull his hair
into a lose ponytail. "One." Billie offered as soon as the crowd
clamed and before Dingo could talk anymore. "Ooh, brave kitty baring claws at the Dingo."
Dingo observed as Coyote glowered at the blonde. "Two." Claudia called, not fully aware of
who it was that made the first call. Dingo smiled in Claudia's direction.
"Three." Billie assured, glaring back at Coyote,
daring him to say something. "Four." Someone near the back entered. "Five." Another person offered somewhere in
the middle. "Six. . ." "Seven. . ." "Eight. . ." The bids were flying so fast,
that Quatre felt his head start to spin. He couldn't keep up with
who said what, but Dingo sure seemed able to. "Ten." Billie announced, clearly getting annoyed
at the fact that others were challenging her. "Eleven." Claudia challenged. Quatre turned
to her. "You have that much?" He wondered aloud to
her. "No, but I'm sure if I talk to the others bidding,
they would agree to pitch in. Dingo's great in group sex." "How do you know?" "I've done it before." She laughed. "Why
do you think I came back?" "Fifteen." Billie interrupted. Silence fell
over the bar. "I don't think I could get that much." Claudia
stated, her eyes fell to the bar. "Fifteen going once. . ." Dingo said slowly. "Someone please save me from the wicked bitch of the west." He pleaded, and looked around the bar. Billie's grin widen. "Fifteen going twice. . ." Dingo stepped further down the bar. "Come on, someone. Anyone. . ."
He looked desperately around, hoping to find someone able to go higher.
"This sucks." Claudia whined as she averted
her eyes from the begging figure. "Why did she have to go after
Dingo?" "I'm sorry Claudia." Quatre placed a comforting
hand on her shoulder. "Bid." A voice instructed. Both Claudia and
Quatre looked up surprised. Coyote was sitting a glass of water in
front of Quatre. "I don't have that much money Coyote." Claudia
explained. "Just bid, whatever it takes. Just put up as much
as you can. I'll put in the rest." Claudia appeared confused.
"Fifteen going three times. . ." Dingo informed
as if he was going to die. "I don't want her to have him." Coyote justified.
"Bid. I promise that you'll have Dingo to yourself." Claudia
blinked a few times as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"If you think he's great in a group, you should try one on one.
When all his energy is focused on you. . .we'll just say he really
can make someone howl." "Sixteen." Claudia yelled loudly. She then
whispered to Coyote. "How high can I go." "Whatever it takes to win him." Coyote managed
and moved along to the next customer. "Sixteen going once. . .Sixteen going twice. .
." Dingo rushed, ready to be won. "Seventeen." Billie spoiled. "Eighteen." Claudia said and glanced at Coyote.
He didn't say anything, didn't move, but something in his stance told
her it was fine. "Eighteen going once, eighteen going twice, eighteen
last time . . ." "Nineteen." Billie blared, determined not
to lose this time. The microphone dropped to the counter as did Dingo's
jaw. "Twenty." Claudia continued. Dingo's eyes
widen as he looked at Claudia. "Once, twice, three times, sold." Dingo sped
through the words, not giving Billie a chance to forbid. Claudia squealed
in anticipation, and darted a thank you glance at Coyote. ~ * ~
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