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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 6 Laughter filled the dimly lit parking lot. It was ten
thirty, and that night's winners where relaxing on the hood of Claudia's
camaero. They each talked about their plans for their prizes. All
the while making comments, both silly and serious. Quatre was sitting
with them, but remained as quiet as possible. Hyena was won by Malon.
She had black hair and almond shaped blue eyes. Rosalee's prize was
Coyote. Rosa was plain compared to the others she was sitting with
and was almost as quiet as Quatre. She just played with a strand of
her brown hair. Her hazel eyes searching for split ends. "I can't believe you bought Hyena." Claudia
informed as she lit a cigarette. "He's such an asshole."
"What can I say? I've had all the others, so why
not him? Then I can compare." Malon defended and then laughed
as she flipped her long hair. "You've been with all of them?" Quatre asked
astound. Malon nodded. "Except Hyena, so now my collection will be complete."
"Who's the best?" Rosalee wanted to know,
her attention finally surpassed her hair. Malon grinned mischievously.
"That all depends on what you're looking for." She leaned a little closer as if she was about to tell a secret. "If you're looking for wild and kinky, Dingo's the best hands down. Coyote is a little rough, and controlling. Jackal teases a lot, but once you get by that playfulness. . . ." Malon reared her head back and howled as loudly as she could. "Actually all of them could do that to you." The three girls laughed and gave a little howl. Quatre remained silent. He felt a little uncomfortable
about the way they were talking. He couldn't decide if what was being
said was real or not. If it was, then who's to say that Jackal even
liked guys? Maybe he did only like girls. He hadn't even give a second
thought about that. What if Jackal did only like women? What if he
found out that Quatre was really a guy? Maybe that's why Hyena was
upset that night in the restaurant. "So, who's the biggest?" Claudia asked as
their laughter dissolved. Malon's grin widen, she seemed to love being
the center of attention. "That is a secret." She mused. Quatre averted
his eyes from the group as they continued talking. Silently he wished
for the pack to emerge and end the conversation as it stood. He couldn't
help but notice that Steve was standing by the entrance of the bar
watching them. It made him feel uncomfortable, especially after catching
the bouncer staring at his butt. "Got a crush on Steve, Sammare?" Malon asked
suddenly. Quatre looked up, a little surprised by the question. "No, I'm just a little curious as to why he's watching
us." He answered in his disguised voice, still thinking about
how he had caught the bouncer earlier that night. "It's her first time." Claudia explained and
handed her cigarette to Malon. "He's watching us, because Wolf makes him."
Malon continued. "We have to wait for the guys to get done cleaning
up the bar. If we wait inside, they get distracted. Especially Dingo.
Outside is just easier. Steve's just there to make sure no one messes
with us." "Sounds like Wolf cares a lot about his customers."
Quatre commented more to himself than to the others."Have any
of you seen him?" He continued, genuinely wanting to know. Malon
laughed. "No one has ever seen Wolf besides his workers."
"Why does he stay so secretive?" Quatre continued.
Malon shrugged. "Who knows? As long as he continues to have sexy
bartenders, and ladies night, I could care less." The other two
quickly agree. "So what made you pick Jackal?" She continued,
her almond shaped eyes filled to the brim with curiosity. "Just wondering." He answered truthfully.
Claudia leaned a little closer to him. "What exactly are you wondering about?" A
knowing tone in her voice. Quatre blushed with embarrassment. "What he's like." "Hmm. Not so innocent after all." Malon teased.
"No, not like that." Quatre defended. "I
just want to know what he's like as a person." "See, that's your problem right there. You're wanting
to waste your time getting to know these guys better. Let me tell
you something." Malon preached. "Guys are pigs. I don't
care if you think you have the greatest guy in the world, it's a show.
He don't care nothing for you. No guy ever does. All they want is
what's between your legs. Once they get that, it's all over. So my
motto is use them before they use you. So if I have a chance to fuck
some sexy guy like Jackal, Coyote, or Dingo, you better believe I
will. I will fuck them until I can't take it anymore. And you know
what the best thing about these guys are?" Quatre remained silent.
"There is no tomorrow morning. These guys are so trained that
they leave when they know they're no longer needed. There ain't no
back talking. No cheating. No control over you. And if you want to
fuck them again, just come back next month and buy them. Trust me,
these guys know how to fuck, so you will be back next month with your
checkbook flapping like it did tonight." Quatre stared at the
pavement. "Not all guys are like that." He said softly.
"Just because you get hurt once or twice in the past doesn't
mean you should take it out on all of them." He looked up at
Malon. "There are some guys out there who are really sweet, really
caring, who wouldn't want anything other than to just be with you.
To hold you. Tell you how beautiful you are. Confess how much he cares
for you and that there's nothing he wouldn't do for you. I know you're
going to try and deny it, but it's true. And the sad thing is, that
you're going to miss out on that guy because you're blocking him out.
All because you had a few bad experiences." Their conversation
was interrupted by a loud howl emerging from the entrance to the Wolf
Pack. Dingo was the first to emerge from the bar. He was followed
by Hyena, Coyote, and Jackal last. They were each dressed a lot more
causally than when they had danced earlier that night. Each carried
a single red rose in one of their hands. The four wolves made their
way across the parking lot in silence. Well at least three of them
did. Dingo, as usual, didn't seem to do anything in silence for too
long. "Sorry to keep you ladies waiting." He apologized
as he approached Claudia. "Would have went a lot faster if someone
hadn't cut their hand tonight." Hyena glared at him as he handed
the rose to his winner. "But don't fear, the wait will be well
worth it." A sneaky grin overwhelmed the American as he winked
at her. Claudia only smiled back and pulled her prize closer to her.
"It better be." She confirmed and fully kissed
his lips. Coyote could only watch as Rosalee lead him to her car.
Hyena rolled his eyes as he and Malon headed in their own direction.
Quatre twirled the stem of his rose between his fingers as he walked
toward his own car, Jackal following close behind him. He didn't know
why he felt so nervous about being alone with the wolf member. Maybe
it was because part of him was afraid of being discovered. What would
Jackal think of him if he found out Quatre cross dressed to buy him?
Pushing those kinds of thoughts away, he unlocked the door of his
car. Before he could open it, a hand reached around him and grabbed
the handle. Startled, he looked back as Jackal opened the door for
him. He stared at the taller boy a moment, completely confused, then
suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be a lady. "Thank you." Making sure to use his other voice, he smiled warmly, then climbed into the car. After the door was closed behind him, he quickly unlocked the passenger's side and before Jackal slid in, tossed the pants in the back seat. While his date buckled, he pinched himself, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Surprisingly, Jackal was still sitting next to him,
completely unharmed by the affects of Quatre's waking up. He stared
at his dream for a moment. "Is there something you wanted to
do? Or somewhere you would like to go?" He asked, trying to keep
in mind that he was Sammare. Jackal turned to face him. "It doesn't matter." Once again, the voice
was brief, and Quatre thought for sure that it was the same voice
that made a request of him amidst the song. He made a mental note
to ask Jackal if he had image the request that gave him chills, once
he had the courage that is. Their eyes locked for the second time
that night, and Quatre found himself wishing for the kiss that he
was teased with earlier. He still couldn't believe that he was sitting
so close to the person he thought, for the pass three weeks, was only
a figment of his imagination. His thoughts were interrupted by laughter
and a loud howl. Both Quatre and Jackal's attention turned to the
left of them. Claudia and Dingo were engaged in a full blown make
out session. The winner was pulling her prize into the back seat of
her camaero. "Some people don't waste any time." Quatre
commented, unknowingly aloud. It wasn't until he turned back and found
that Jackal was staring at him that he realized it. He suddenly felt
guilty for talking about Dingo that way. "I'm sorry. I didn't
mean. . ." "It's okay. . .You're right." * * * Applause rose from the crowd that was circling Quatre
and Jackal. Quatre couldn't help but smile as he was lead back to
their booth. He sat and Jackal slid in next to him. They each took
a drink of the beverage waiting for them. "I can't believe you know how to swing dance."
Quatre commented as he set his bottle of water on the table. "I
thought I was the only lunatic left that knew how." He laughed
and looked up at his partner. "Where did you learn to swing?" "My father was really into the 1940s for a while.
For some reason he was obsessed with the way they danced back then.
So he made me take classes. He claimed that it would help build character."
"I would say that it did a very good job Sammare."
Jackal said softly and placed his own drink next to Quatre's. "We've been talking about me all night. I think
it's your turn." Quatre started. Before he had a chance to add
a question, Jackal took his hand in his own. Gently their fingers
intertwined and Jackal kissed the back of his hand. "I like the subject of you better." He was
leaning closer, and Quatre could feel his heart began pounding faster
now than when he was dancing. Closing his eyes tightly, he could feel
the warmth of Jackal's lips so close to his own. Finally he was going
to receive the kiss that was offered, what seemed, a lifetime ago.
"Jackal, what a pleasant surprise." The unfortunately
familiar voice placed a gap between the two. Quatre looked up at the
intruder to find Billie. She glared at Quatre a moment before continuing.
"Who would have thought that I would run into you here?"
As she spoke a man stepped behind her and began kissing her exposed
shoulders and neck. He was an inch taller than her with blond hair
and blue eyes. "By the way, this is Reco." The guy stopped
long enough to nod and then continued with his task. "What do you want?" Jackal asked taking his
eyes off Quatre for the first time that night. "I came to tell you that there's no hard feelings
about what happened tonight." Her green eyes ran the length of
his body before she finished. "After all, you can always make
it up to me next time." Jackal's eyes averted to the table as
she said this. "I'll let you get back to work now. We don't want
to upset Wolf by you not doing your job." Quatre felt compelled
to say something, but as he was about to, Jackal silently told him
'no' as he squeezed his hand. Billie laughed aloud and then lead Reco
off to the opposite side of the dance floor. "Who is she?" Quatre wondered for the second
time that night. "Nobody." Jackal answered. "Then why did you let her talk to you like that?"
"Don't worry about it." He said softly and
stood. Still holding hands, he lead the Arab back onto the dance floor.
A slow song lingered over the club. Quatre allowed himself to be lightly
pulled closer. He instinctively wrapped his arms around Jackal's neck,
as he felt strong arms sling around his waist. Quatre looked up, trying
to lock onto the emeralds, but they were concealed. It was the first
time all night that Jackal didn't want to make eye contact. Whoever
Billie was, and whatever she meant by her words were getting to him.
It didn't show, but Quatre was somehow able to sense it. Jackal pulled
him closer, closing the small gap between their bodies. Removing his
hands from the neck, he slipped them under the Latin's arms and placed
them on the back of his shoulders. Without really thinking, he rested his cheek against
Jackal's chest and closed his eyes. Slowly everything began to disappear.
There was no longer people around them. No longer a dance club. All
that seemed to exist was them and the song. Soon the song even disappeared
and was replaced by a different one. Quatre couldn't quiet remember
the name of the song as they slowly danced to it. He wondered if Jackal
was feeling the same way. That it was only them and that the beat
they were dancing to was really the pounding of each other's heart.
Tears formed behind sapphires. What if he didn't? What if this was
only business for him? He could feel Jackal's heart beating just as
rapidly as his own. But that could easily be explained by the dancing
that they had been engaged in only moments ago. The tears burned,
but he refused to let them spill. He didn't want to cry over such
silliness. Didn't want Jackal to see his fear. He held him closer,
not wanting to let go of the moment. Wanting to believe that his feelings
were returned. Suddenly he felt his back being rubbed. The rubbing
wasn't meant to seduce him, but comfort him. It was light and slow,
but not too slow. Like that of a husband comforting his wife after
finding a death in the close family. It was soothing to him and relaxed
his self couscous mind. It was the first time that the hands had moved
from his waist. He was amazed at how much of a gentleman Jackal was
being toward him. "Sammare, do you want to get out of here?" Jackal asked suddenly. Quatre only nodded, not wanting the other to realize how close he was to crying. Jackal lead him from the dance floor. As he waited for Jackal to pay for the drinks, his eyes swept over the club again. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he didn't like what he found. Billie was walking toward him, a evil gleam in her eyes. Before she was even in ear shot, Quatre felt his hand be reclaimed. He turned to Jackal and they left. Jackal didn't seem to have noticed Billie heading toward them. If he did notice her, he didn't show it. As they crossed the parking lot to Quatre's car, he couldn't help but wonder again who Billie was. He could sense that there was something seriously wrong between her and Jackal. He just didn't know what, or how to get Jackal to confide in him. *** In his comfort, Quatre often forgot that he was undercover.
He was painfully thankful when his fake name rolled from the other's
tongue in the nick of time. It was because of that, he was able to
conceal his true tone. Guilt would then follow for not being completely
honest. "It's strange that something so beautiful can bring
so much sadness." Quatre stated sorrowfully. ". .hn?. ." "Tonight has been so magical for me. I don't want
it to end. However the sun is telling me that it must." He bowed
his head in depression. His chin was captured in a tender touch, and
lifted to meet emerald. "We still have one more night." A smile passed
over Quatre's lips. Was Jackal looking forward to their next night
together as well? It was hard to read his statement, but he could
sense the answer was yes. "Jackal. . ." Quatre was stopped as Jackal
gently placed his index finger to prevent more words from escaping.
A moment later, the single digit was replaced with lips. Quatre's
heart stopped. His eyes widen as he temporaily forgot how to breathe.
He was a little surprised that it finally happened. He slowly closed
his eyes and began to return the gesture. Jackal's kiss was everyting
he dreamed. Soft, warm, and inviting. Not rushed or belabored. He
was so engrossed with the kiss that he didn't notice that he was gently
laid on the hood of the car. Didn't notice the hand that was once
tenderly rubbing his side, was now creeping under his halter top.
He was too late as Jackal withdrew the orange that was pretending
to be a breast. Quatre's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he sat
up. Burying his face in his hands, he searched for the words to explain.
"I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you, but I. . .I just. . ."
His normal voice emerged. Part of him wanted to tell the truth. However,
the ideal of telling him that made Quatre feel even worst. "I know." Jackal stated clamly. "What?!" Despite himself, he turned to face
the victim of his lie. He was confused as he watched the other peel
the rind of the orange. "I know who you are." The Latin continued. "I knew from the moment I pulled you onto the counter." Quatre felt his jaw drop. "But. . .Why. . Didn't you tell me?" "Why didn't you?" Jackal shot back as he broke
the orange in half. He offered half to Quatre. "I was afraid, I guess." Quatre answered as
he accepted the half. "Do I frighten you?" "No, of course not. I've never been this comfortable
around anyone before. It's just that. . ." "Your birthday incident." Quatre's eyes fell
as he nodded. "Don't feel bad about that. Hyena was just being
an asshole. Anyone would pass out if they drank that fast. Especially
since it was your first." "Do you think me a horrible person?" "Why would I think that?" Quatre averted his
eyes to the city. "I crossed dress to buy you. Then I lied to you
about who I really am." "Actually. . ." Jackal started as he laid
the small Arab back. He gently brushed their lips together. "I
find it flattering." He gently ran an orange slice along Quatre's
bottom lip. "Can I just give you a bit of advice?" The fruit
piece traced the upper lip. "Next time use water balloons."
"Water balloons?" "For your breast." Quatre blushed a little
as Jackal offered to feed him the slice. Staring deeply into emerald,
he accepted. Jackal only allowed him half. Before the piece was broken
in two, the bartender admitted the remaining half in his own mouth.
Instead of biting, Jackal sucked along the length of his half. Quatre
watched his head slightly bob above his lips. Under the leisure nursing,
beads of juice emerged from the fruit. The liquid slowly slid to Quatre's
lips. Silently, Quatre found himself wanting Jackal to do the same
to him. This desire sent his groin ablaze with lust. His breathing
quicken as the piece was bit in half. Jackal slightly pulled away
to chew. Once he swallowed, he reclaimed the Arab's lips. Quatre returned
the kiss with as much passion and urgency that was being given. Jackal
removed the other "breast" and tossed it somewhere behind
him. Quatre dropped the half he was holding and rubbed Jackal's neck.
Jackal slowly slid his tongue into Quatre's mouth. Sure
he had kissed before, but not like this. The intruding tongue massaged
the other. Slowly it moved about the confused partner, trying to silently
teach the new style. Finally, the pupil caught on and performed almost
just as expertly. The kiss was fueling Quatre's manhood. He had taken
care of his erection once already that night before Jackal came out
of the bar. Now it was pleading for contact and freedom again. Quatre
could feel Jackal's hand heading southbound to fulfill the request.
How could something feel so right and so wrong at the
same time? His mind wanted to stop Jackal from going any further.
He wanted this, but not here. Not now. Not like this. His consciousness
demanded his body to refuse. His subconscious encouraged to continued.
The touch of Jackal's hand against his bare flesh sent sensations
surging through him. Sensations that only aided to the encouragement.
He silently pleaded with himself to cease this, before it was too
late. He couldn't blame Jackal for continuing. His body seemed to
denounce his better judgment. Instead of pulling away and giving word
to his disagreement, his lips seemed to kiss more harshly, more urgently.
The traveling hand had loosen the hold against the oppressed arousal.
Quatre felt helpless. No matter how much he wanted to stop, for some
reason, his body seemed to take on a mind of it's own. He waited for
the invasion, but was startled as it stopped and rested on his naval.
Jackal broke for breath and looked down at the smaller partner. "Can I have you?" He asked softly. Quatre
kept his eyes closed, knowing that if he risk a glimpse, he would
consent. His breathing quicken. What if he did say no? Would Jackal
force him? If that were true, why did he bother to ask in the first
place? The question only added more turmoil to the already futile
battle. "No." Quatre whispered. His mind finally won.
"Jackal, I don't want this from you." He chanced looking
up. He had to know how his answer affected the other. Expressionless.
"I'm not what you wanted?" "No, it's not that. You're everything I wanted.
Everything I've dreamed. God, you have no ideal how much I want you
right now." His cheeks flushed as he realized what he had said.
"Then what's wrong?" "I'm not ready. I don't think you are either. When
we are ready, I want it to be special. I want it to be the right place
and time." "You're a virgin." "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Only virgins believe that their first time has
to be perfect." "It should be." Quatre defended. "I'm not saying that it shouldn't. I'm just saying
it isn't always like that." "I just don't want you to feel that you have to."
"What makes you think that?" "Isn't that what I bought you for?" Silence
was enough of an answer. "If we do, it should be willingly on
both sides. No obligations, no forcing." Jackal pulled from him
and returned to his own side of the hood. He closed his eyes and faced
the city. His features were emotionless as it had been all night.
"Whatever makes you happy." He finally said
as he slid off the car. Quatre watched as he climbed into the passenger
side. Reluctantly, he followed suit. "You don't have to take it like that." Quatre
informed as he placed the key in the ignition and buckled his seat
belt. "How else do you want me to take it?" A short
pause followed as Quatre backed down the cliff. "After all, the
seventeen hundred was spent for your own enjoyment. Not mine."
Quatre glanced over to the Latin. How could someone be so caring one
moment and so cruel the next? Jackal sat cross armed. His face was
downcast, emeralds hidden. If Quatre didn't know any better, he could
have sworn that his date was creating a wall of protection. They rode
in silence back to the Wolf Pack. As they pulled in the parking lot,
they discovered Billie. She was leaning against Jackal's car. Without
a word, Jackal climbed out of the car and walked over to his own.
Quatre couldn't help but stare at Billie. What was she doing there?
Waiting for him? "You're up awfully early. Or should I say out so
late?" Billie snapped as Jackal neared. The Latin remained silent.
Billie looked over at Quatre. She began to head in his direction,
but Jackal stopped her. He spoke softly to her. Every now and then,
she glared at the Arab. After a few exchanged words, he unlocked the
passenger side of his car and allowed her in. Closing the door, he
walked to the driver side. Before he climbed in, he glanced at Quatre.
It was in that glance that Quatre finally understood why Jackal was upset over the rejection. It wasn't because he was horny. Not because he was caught up in the passion. And the fact that he was being paid for it had no affect. In fact it was just the opposite. It was because he really did want to have sex with Quatre. It was probably the first time he truly wanted to sleep with another. Why else would he have asked Quatre if it was okay? ~ * ~
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