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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 7 "Wow! I've never seen you come in so late before."
Alex joked as Quatre entered his dorm room. His roommate was attempting
to move around his junk filled side of the room. Unlike Quatre, Alex's
side looked as if a hurricane had hit it. Clothes, books, paper plates
and cups dominated the floor. His bed was a horrific twist of sheets,
blankets, comforter and pillows. Forget trying to detect any kind
of furniture. It wasn't that Alex was a slob, he just stayed busy
all the time. He tried to be much neater, but found it more difficult
than it looks. Quatre didn't say anything as he easily made his way
to his bed. He literally crashed onto the soft mattress and stared
at the clock. It was eight in the morning. Alex stopped on Quatre's
neat half of the room and studied his friend. "Good thing you don't have any classes today. You
look like something the cat dragged in." Alex laughed roughly.
"No offense." Usually Quatre would laugh or come back with
a witty counter. This time his heart wasn't in it. This time his heart
was still in the night before. "What's with the chick wear?"
Alex asked, hopefully Quatre would finally talk to him. With out a
word, Quatre removed his wig. He looked at it as if he realized for
the first time that he was still wearing it. He then tossed it on
the floor and turned his back to it. Hot tears burned the back of
his eyes. Alex sat on the edge of his bed and gently rubbed his arm.
"Hey sunshine, what's wrong?" He asked softly. Concern was
evident in his tone. "I don't want to talk about it." Quatre whimpered
before the tears spilled. "Did someone hurt or do something to you?"
Alex questioned, his voice taking an unusually serious note. "No. No one is hurting me. I'm the one causing
the pain." He whispered to himself. "I don't understand." Alex stated bluntly.
"I'm sorry Alex. I'm really tired right now. I've
had a rough night." "Okay. I get you. Any ways. . ." He stood
up and grabbed his book bag. "I have to get to class. But I expect
a heart to heart when I get back. I want to know what's going on with
you." Quatre turned slightly to looked at his friend. "Even
if I have to tie you to a chair and tickle it out of you." Alex
looked around his side. "That is, when I find a chair to tie
you to." A slight smile featured on the Arab for a moment. "That's
what I want to see." Alex smiled back. "And I better see
that too. Get some sleep. I'll talk with you later." With that,
Alex left. Quatre aimlessly stared at the wall. For some reason he no longer felt sleepy. How could he have been so selfish? He was so blinded by the fear of not having emotions behind their sex that he had missed that there was feelings. He blew the only chance he had with the emerald eyed holder of his dreams. Then again, maybe he didn't. After all, he still had another night with Jackal. Maybe it would be enough to make up for blowing it this time. With his determination renewed, he slid off the bed and headed to the bathroom. Maybe a nice hot bath would relax and clam his troubled mind. *** Jackal leaned against the wall of the elevator and searched
his set of keys for the one that would open his apartment. Every muscle
in his body ached. He couldn't remember a time when Billie had been
so rough with him. Nor could he recall a time that she possessed such
energy. Worst than the physical pain was the regret. He had thought
so much more of "Sammare". He thought for sure that he would
understand, and yet he didn't. Jackal silently cursed himself for being so friendly
toward his date last night. For allowing anyone to see that side of
him. How could he have been so foolish to behave as such? Why did
he believe that "Sammare" would be any different? In a way
he was different. He didn't expect Jackal to take him. All he wanted
was to learn more. Still Jackal regretted exposing himself the way
he had. He should have known better than to think so much of a person.
Now he had yet another night to painfully survive. The doors to the elevator opened and allowed him to
step into the hallway. As he walked toward his apartment, he decided
to return "Sammare's" money. That way he'll believe that
the second night would be canceled. This was better than pretending
the whole night. He rounded the corner and stopped dead in his tracks.
Hyena was sitting cross legged by his front door. Would he ever get
to his own bed to sleep? Sighing deeply, he continued toward his apartment.
"You're out late." Hyena stated softly as
he looked up at Jackal. "How long have you been here?" "Since six. That's the time you usually come home."
They entered the apartment in silence. "Leather must have really
worked you over. I don't think I've ever seen you so worn." He
continued as he followed Jackal into the bedroom. Jackal laid down
on his water bed and stared at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and
tried to surrender to the darkness of slumber. He felt Hyena sit next
to him and began gently rubbing his leg. "I'm sorry about snapping
at you last night." Jackal opened his eyes and looked into coal.
"I know you can't control who wins the bids. I shouldn't have
blamed you." His silence was enough of an acceptance. Hyena lightly
laid his head on Jackal's knee and looked up at him. "Did you
get any sleep?" Jackal only shook his head. Glancing at the clock
proved that it was already noon. "Then maybe I should go so you
can." He slowly stood and waited for the Latin to stop him. No
resistance was offered. Once at the door, he stopped and turned to
face the figure still lying on the bed. Jackal had already fallen
asleep. Figuring he passed out from exhaustion, Hyena walked over
to the bed side and worked to make him more comfortable. He removed the socks and shoes swiftly. As he unbutton
the shirt, red welts were discovered on either side of the Latin's
tanned skin. Hyena stopped and stared at the marks. It seemed to be
the result of leather straps. Gently as possible, he raised Jackal
to remove the shirt. Only to find scratches on his back and teeth
marks on his left shoulder. Afraid of what else he might find, he
turned his attention to the belt. Thankfully Jackal's pants held no
secrets. He then slipped a pair of boxers to protect further exposure.
Hyena was amazed that Jackal hadn't stirred at all during the process.
But then again he knew that his taller coworker hadn't really slept
much in the pass few weeks. More likely than not, the lack of sleep
was getting to him. Hyena studied the wounds more closely, curious as to
how serious they were. The scratches were only surface deep. They
didn't appear to have drawn blood at any time. The same for the bite
mark. It would be bruised for about a week, but that was it. The welts,
however, would take a while to heal. They appeared to have bled at
one time, and they seemed to have also been taken care of beforehand.
While examining his side, Hyena noticed for the first time two new
marks. They encircled both of Jackal's wrist. They were imprints that
would probably disappear later on that day. They were easily deemed
that of handcuffs of which were obviously too tight when placed. Hyena scowled at the thought of the raven hair winner.
He silently vowed to find her and make her pay for what she had done.
Of course each of the pack members came across a kinky customer every
now and then, but never anything like this. As far back as Hyena could
remember, none of them gained any battle wounds during sex. He pulled
the covers to Jackal's chin and lightly kissed his forehead. "I will make her pay." He whispered. *** A loud howl sliced through the dreamless sleep. It was
shortly followed by someone plopping onto the water bed. Jackal bounced
from the force, nearly falling out of bed. He looked over at Dingo,
who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Rise and shine valentine." Jackal painfully sat up straight and looked at the digital clock next to the bed. It was three in the afternoon. "That don't look good." Dingo observed, staring at the marks on Jackal's sides. "Who knew Quatre would be like that." "Quatre?" Jackal whispered, a little confused.
Dingo crawled closer to the taller bartender. "Wow, he really fucked you up." Dingo explored
Jackal's back. "Not as innocent as he looks I guess." He
chuckled as he ran his index finger along one of the scratches. "I
bet it was pretty wild though." Jackal continued to stare at
him. "It's going to take a lot of make up to cover it properly
for tonight." "How did you get in?" Jackal wondered as he
pushed off the cover and climbed out of bed. The last thing he wanted
when he first woke was to see Dingo. "Hyena was leaving as I was coming in. Damn, he wasn't kidding when he said that you were messed up. What the hell did you let Quatre use on you?" "Who's Quatre?" Jackal asked staring at Dingo.
"Don't tell me you guys kept up the game all night."
Dingo bowed his head and shook it in frustration. "You mean to
tell me that you didn't notice that leather hottie had the same equipment?"
"So his name is Quatre." Jackal said more
to himself than Dingo as he headed into the bathroom. Dingo bounced
off the bed and followed. "Don't tell me you guys didn't do anything."
Jackal remained silent as he turned on the water and adjusted the
temperature. "Come on Jackal. At least tell me to fucked him."
Dingo set the toilet seat down and planted himself on it. "You
know, I went through a lot of trouble to convince him to come last
night. He spent seventeen on you. The least you could have done was
fuck him!" He waited for a response as he watch Jackal discard
his boxers and climb into the shower. "Well if Blondie wasn't
the one that messed you up, who did?" More silence. "Ugh!
Talking to you is like talking to a fucking wall!" Dingo jumped
to his feet and stormed out of the bathroom. Jackal closed his eyes and turned his face upward towards
the gentle spray of water. Though the drops weren't harsh, they stung
against his sores. He enjoyed the silence while it lasted. Not even
two minutes after he stormed out, Dingo returned. Jackal found himself
wishing he was deaf. That way he wouldn't have to listen to Dingo's
mindless chatter and nosing. "Well, since we wanna be all quite today, why not
listen? I know I might act like a dork sometimes, but I know what
I did was right. There's something between you and Blondie. That's
why you can't sleep or eat anymore. It's why you keep messing up Jackal.
Your mind is with him. In fact it hadn't left him since he fell in
your arms. I noticed how you eyed him that night. I saw the smile
you gave him last night and I've never seen you smile before. You
know I'm right Jackal, and that's what's scaring you. You're afraid
that someone could really care a lot about you. You're not used to
someone treating you like a person and you don't know how to act.
Worst yet is that you're afraid to return his feelings." He stood
waiting for a reaction, a defense, anything. Slowly the water was
turned off, and the curtain drawn back. Jackal stepped out and began
drying himself. "Why do you always act like a damn rock?"
"No one asked you to invite him." Jackal finally
spoke as he wrapped the towel around his waist. "Well, ex-cuse me for trying to help you out. I
got tried of you acting so depressed all the time. I thought that
maybe Blondie could bring you out of that." "Don't you mean, all I really need is to get laid?
After all that's your answer to everything." Jackal snapped as
he reached for his toothbrush and toothpaste. "No. In fact that's your problem. You're having
too much sex. Meaningless sex with people you could care less about.
Don't get me wrong, sex is great, but you need someone to make love
to you." "Same difference." "No, it's not. I used to think the same thing until me and Coyote got together. Now I know there's a difference. And I can tell that Quatre could really love you, if you let him. He's really a good guy and he cares about you. He cleaned out his banking account to buy you last night Jackal. And he bought you to learn more about you. Not for a good fucking. When was the last time someone did that? Or did anyone ever do that? You've always been bought because you have a big dick and you know how to use it. Not because of you. They just wanted to get you in bed. Not go to the movies, or dancing, or whatever the hell it was that you two did last night." Jackal caught Dingo's reflection in the mirror. He had never seen the American look or sound so serious before. In truth, he didn't know that Dingo was capable of being serious. *** A low whistle escaped Alex's lips as silence descend
the two friends. He looked across the table at Quatre. The whole story
of what happened last night was finally revealed. Alex wasn't sure
what to think, or how he could help. "To be completely honest, I don't know why he got
so pissed off." Alex commented as he leaned back in his chair.
"I don't think he was mad. Just hurt. Let's face
it, no one likes feeling rejected." Quatre's blue eyes averted
to the table top. "It wasn't rejection. It was delaying. There's
a difference, and if he was at all a man, he would accept it. Instead,
he's causing you to feel like you done something wrong. Even though
you didn't." "I shouldn't have told him no." "And give your virginity to a whore?" "Alex!" Quatre's eyes darted toward his friend.
"I don't think you're being very fair to him." "Well, that's what he is. He's a male whore. Is
he or is he not getting paid to sleep with people?" There was
a short pause. "He's no better than these sluts standing on the
corner. And I think you're foolish for wanting to give yourself to
someone like that." "The only reason he does that is because of his
job." "That he chose to apply for on his own. He's a prostitute Quatre. A stripping, table dancing prostitute." Angry tears brimmed sapphires. He and Alex had been
best friends since the beginning of high school. Alex had always been
understanding and comforting. They always helped each other through
any problem that arose. Now his long term friend was being pig headed
and cold. If he didn't know any better, he could have sworn that his
roommate was jealous of Jackal. "I think you should just forget
about him. He's not right for you Quatre. You cleaned out your survivor
money for him. And how does he thank you? By trying to seduce you
into having sex with him." "He wasn't seducing me. If he was he wouldn't have
even bothered to stop and ask if it was all right to continue. You're
judging him by his job instead of who he really is. Did it ever occur
to you that maybe he was forced into this?" "I hardly believe anyone could force another into
something they didn't want." "Not every one has had the luxuries that we had
Alex. Maybe this is the only kind of job he can get." "Yeah, because he's too lazy to get a real job."
"How dare you say that? You don't know anything
about him. You don't know anything about his past or what he's been
through." "Neither do you. How can you defend someone you
know nothing of?" Quatre jumped to his feet. For the first time
in their relationship, anger was evident in his naturally clam voice.
"I know that he's been a kind and caring person
toward me. I know that when I'm with him, I actually feel like I belong.
I knew from the moment I saw him, I wanted him to be my first. And
if I want to give my virginity to a whore, as you put it, then I will.
It's none of your business. If you don't like it. . . .then fuck you!"
With that he spun on his heel and ran from the library. He was completely
unaware of the stares following him as he left his flabbergasted friend.
It was the first time he had ever swore at anyone before, and in truth
it was quiet soothing to his anger to do so. Quatre ran as fast as he could, as far as he could.
He didn't have a preordained destination. He just wanted to get away
from Alex for a while. Away from the library, the stares, the flying
accusations, and hopefully from his own painful thoughts. Finally,
his lungs began to burn and he dropped to his knees on the grass.
Fighting to catch his breath, he looked around to find that he had
somehow made it to the football field. The field was almost completely
silent. The only sound came from his raspy breathing. He shouldn't have snapped at Alex like that. He couldn't
help but wonder what had come over him. He had never talked to anyone
like that before. Listening to his own breathing, he began to clam.
Clearing his mind, he tried to make sense of what had just happened
and why he acted so. It was because Alex was attacking Jackal. The
anger he felt just now was the same he experienced when Dingo was
speaking poorly of the Latin. However, Alex was partly right. If Jackal didn't like
what he was doing, wouldn't he quit? It's not like the Wolf Pack is
the only job in the colony. Surely he could find something better.
Maybe Jackal just didn't care what happens to himself. "Why does everything have to be so difficult?"
Quatre screamed to break the silence. He wasn't sure what was worst,
the confusion or the sound of death. "Because life isn't easy." Quatre looked up
at the sudden voice. He turned to face the intruder. Jackal stood
a few feet behind him. "How did you. . ." "Dingo." The single word cleared the question
easily as he stepped closer to the tearful blonde. "About last night. . . I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to. . ." Once again Jackal stopped him from continuing by placing
a finger over his lips. "You don't need to explain." He kneeled next
to the blonde. "But I hurt you." Quatre countered as he removed
Jackal's hand. The unshed tears slowly spilled. "I don't think I'm the one that got hurt."
Jackal informed as he gently brushed the droplets from Quatre's cheek.
"I'm sorry that I didn't understand. I finally
did when I saw you get in the car with Billie. But by then. . ."
"Don't make me repeat myself. . . Here's an ideal."
The Latin interrupted. "Let's start over." Quatre bowed
his head in shame. "But we already wasted a night." "We still have another. We'll start with a clean slate and act as if last night didn't even occur." He cupped Quatre's chin in his hand and brought his face so that they could see eye to eye. "But only if you want." Quatre stared deeply into his eyes. More than anything
he wished he could take back what he had done. Maybe this was Jackal's
way of forgiving and forget. "Do we have to forget everything that happened
last night?" He asked hopefully. "Can't it be that we went
dancing. Ate at a wonderful cafe. Watched the beautiful sunrise. And
then, after you ate my breast, parted with a goodnight kiss. . . ."
He added as an afterthought. His answer was a slight, but warm smile.
"If that's what you want little one." Jackal
replied softly. "Is it what you want?" Jackal was silent for
a moment as if deciding. "Yeah. It is." They sealed their deal with a kiss. ~ * ~
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