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"Heero's Dog"Written By: Kaeru Shisho Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Gundam Wing
or its characters, nor do I make any monetary profit off this story. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, male/male pairings, language Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, Summary: Heero chooses a dog for stress relief and gets everything but, and then he meets Duo. This is about relationships more than dogs, but the title stuck. And he does get a dog. A/N: My thanks go to Waterlily for the excellent
editing and support. The story is told from the point of view of Heero,
Trowa, and at times Wufei. Thank you for reading.
" Heero's Dog" Chapter 7 Epilogue Not for the first time, Wufei felt doubtful about his choice, but now having to own up to his possible mistake in front of his new boyfriend, well, that was nearly too much to endure. But bear it he would. He was a Chang of the Long Clan and very, very proud. And strong. And, besides, it was too late to change his mind now. The dogs were his and he'd make damn sure they lived up to his standards. Very stubborn and opinionated already. He let Zechs take it all in. "There are two dogs." "Obviously," Wufei clipped off. After Duo had moved out, the house was far too quiet and he'd become unused to the quiet and loneliness. He bought the dogs immediately, not counting on his relationship with Zechs to develop so fast and so deep. "It will take more of your time to train two." "Most likely." Wufei didn't think it probable that Trowa could have gone out of his way to acquire for him the most difficult pets conceivable: French Bulldogs, a pair, brother and sister, rather than just the one he'd requested. Plus they were younger than he'd wanted. And undisciplined. "Inseparable," Trowa told him. "Sorry, but no can do. Take them both or none at all." He didn't think Trowa looked particularly sorry at all, but that was neither here nor there. Wufei had to get both or wait. "I'll take both dogs, then. I don't want to wait for you to conjure up something else." A something which, he feared, might be worse. "They do seem to adore you," Zechs pointed out as Wufei sat on his chair covered in wiggling puppies. "They do. Sadly, they can't tolerate one another so there's been strife from the beginning. Ping! Stop that at once! Pong! Your sister is NOT a chew toy. Here use this. You already ruined it." "You realize you've given him your shoe?" "Yes, I recognize it as such, despite the... condition." "I see that someone is required to impose some leadership and order here." "I don't see that-!" "Give me that one. Ping, is it?" Within minutes, Zechs had intimidated them into submission, settling the puppies peacefully and content in their crated beds, and Wufei, too, but in a different way. (*) With his arms crossed over his chest, Trowa protected himself from attack. He took that stance now, leaning against the wall of Quatre's bedroom. They'd had a nice dinner at Quatre's home and now his host requested a private word with him. He had no idea what Quatre was up to, but he'd pushed his little Sand Flea out of the room and was now removing his tie. "I spoke to Zechs today and he sounds very happy. He just adores Wufei and thought he was very brave to march right up to him and take over at the party. Apparently, he is Wufei's first boyfriend." "What Chang lacks in experience he evidently made up for by studying all his other friends' relationships. He worked out what he was after and just went for it once he saw what he liked." "Could be, but I still think he's terribly brave." "Same could be said for you," Trowa said trying to make it sound complimentary. "Oh, don't flatter yourself. You don't scare me a bit." Trowa growled and tried looking fierce and they both broke into laughter. Quatre pressed his lips against his cheek and licked him. "Woof!" He was being a tease, Trowa thought, but he was removing more clothing—now his jacket. "So, Wufei bought both dogs? How nice for him to have one to share with his new boyfriend. You, know, to go on walks together. You think of everything!" Quatre sounded delighted. Who was he to spoil the good mood with a little hard truth? "I try." Trowa's eyes and thoughts were riveted to Quatre's current actions. He was unbuttoning his shirt, starting from the bottom and taking it very slowly. "Need a hand with that?" he asked the blond. "Yes, I do." Trowa took over the last one. "There. Better now." He loved the feel of Quatre's smooth skin. "This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last, but not a whole lot longer." Quatre's musical laughter filled the bedroom. "How about a bath together first? Or does your fear of water extend to bathing?" "I'm not afraid of water. I hate large expanses of it." "You should tell me why. My curiosity is piqued." Trowa was not enthusiastic about dredging up his past. He was, though, very eager to have sex, at last, for the first time with Quatre. It was an conundrum. "You might as well just get it over with," his pretty, enticing blonde boyfriend urged. "Sure." So, he swallowed his objections and just dove in. "I was born into a circus family. When I was young, my parents' caravan capsized into a river at a crossing and they perished. My sister remained with the circus, and I was farmed out to a family that were pretty much mercenary in how they treated me. So, I ran away and joined the circus, and found my sister. Things got better after that, but I can't quite look at water the same way to this day." "What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise? Not that the loss of your parents could be construed in anyway as a good thing, of course." "I get where you're coming from and I guess you're right, since it all brought me to this point, and you." As he wrapped Quatre in his arms, he felt a serene happiness take over, and knew that he could face any phobia with Quatre in his arms. "You know, as much as I hate water, I can make this one exception." "Ha! So, you'd like to see my gigantic whirlpool bath?" "As long as you are there in it with me." "I think we can do better than that, don't you? We can be there together with you in me." "Whatever you say." "You are supposed to say 'your wish is my command'!" Quatre said jokingly, Trowa hoped. (*) Heero didn't mind that it took them a while to become a couple. He discovered a depth of patience caring for Wing, which he could put to good use in other parts of his everyday life, including romancing Duo. Duo was interested in getting to know him better, a nice thing. He liked being appreciated and for someone to take a real interest in him. It was almost like starting all over. They dated twice before Duo returned that first frantic kiss of Heero's. Heero found comfort in that he could talk to Duo about anything and everything. "I don't see how Trowa could have thought you didn't accommodate him." "Well, a person can only accommodate so far and so much, you know?" Heero chuckled. "Wait until he finds out what Quatre's is truly like." "Rules with an iron fist?" "Disguised. He won't know what hits him until it's over." "Yeah, well, as long as Quat doesn't expect him to go yachting or anything." "He won't. He doesn't like bouncing about on a nasty, fishy ship, or so he's told me." "Yeah, Tro' doesn't need to think for himself ever again! He sure seems to have adapted to Quat's super delux condo." "It's a little better than that old farm house," Heero argued. "I can't believe that he gave that up! Quat got his Maguanacs lodged on the old circus property, running things before Trowa had a foot out the door!" "Of course Trowa is allowed to visit the animals," Heero said, laughing. "And I'm sure he'd rather manage the Big Cat safari park Quatre has in mind for Sanc." Duo howled in delight. "Yes, Trowa has much to fear! Heh, heh." Heero brushed at his shirt. "More of Wing's hair, huh?" "Always, and they show on my uniform." "Yeah, but I'll bet everyone oohs-and-aahs about her lovely silky coat." "That just makes it worse." Heero gazed longingly at Duo's braid. "Speaking of hair—" "Ah, crud. You wanna see it let down, huh?" "Yes." "Aren't you afraid I'll shed?" "No." And then Heero stopped the conversation and let his hands go to work, combing out the strands, burrowing into the thick mass, taking his time and delighting in Duo's soft moans as he massaged his scalp. One step at a time, he'd take it one step at a time. No stress. No anger. All good. The End. Thank you for reading!
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