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"Just Ducky"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: When Trowa Barton and Wufei Chang adjust to college life, Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy learn to balance work with their changing relationships. A/N: My deepest thanks go to the kindness of Snowdragon
and WaterLily for editing and encouraging me. "Just Ducky " Chapter 8 - Caper's Aren't Just for Eating "Daffy Duck: I'm not just your ordinary, meat-on-the-table duck. I'm gifted. I'm just slopping over with talent." -- Duck Soup to Nuts, 1944 After the zoo date, Trowa seemed to think he had to make up for lost time and I didn't see much of him, except in bed. I was cool with that though. I really understood what dedication meant. That didn't mean I had to sit around the condo and take up knitting. I was no longer alone in this; there was Heero, who was mired in a similar situation with Wufei. Which is why we were caught up in the "Jet Barr Caper" as we called it, well, okay, what I called it. We were just having fun, filling in time as only ex-terrorist-hit-men can, while our boyfriends immersed themselves with new school chums, studying. "Fuck." When 'Ro began and ended a conversation that way, it meant he was truly frustrated. He rarely swore, I'd come to learn. Maybe he learned to translate his boyfriend's curses. "Une wants me-- no, orders me to 'stand down' and let the Preventers, not me, the 'quitter', take over the case." "Eh, she's just wiggling the carrot." That woman was a two-faced devil, but not as pervy as I made her sound just now, heh, heh. Wufei called her a dichotomy with her brain branching off into contradictory directions, which wasn't a bad description. "She knows you won't drop it, especially if she implies other agents, inferior agents, can do what you couldn't. Ah, c'mon. You know her. Says one thing and means the opposite." That a brought a sinister little smile to 'Ro's otherwise unemotional expression, which led me to wondering. Did he break down and drop the robot-imitation around Wufei? When my thoughts strayed into that dangerous "when they have sex" territory, I fled in horror, slapping my face to get back to reality. Heero was staring at me. "You are odd." "So are you," I replied, with my whiplash wit. I must have damaged him, because he just accepted my come-back with a shrug. "So, she wants me to do it," he concluded. Not likely, but I do. "Oh, yeah. Une's daring you to get Barr." "If I can't get a job, do something useful with my time, earn my keep, I will drive Wufei up a wall," Heero admitted. "I already am, I think." "Say no more! Busy minds are happy minds, so let's get down to business. I figure to pretend to fall on bad times and go back begging for work-any kind, if you get my drift." "That's a step, but we need a plan. I can't arrest him for propositioning you. We need to tie him directly to illegal activities, a location, documented evidence." "Hmm, even if I got into his house or whatever, I could use a diversion-" I needed another player. "Quat. I wonder if I could get him in on this?" "He was a good strategist in the past." "And I'll bet he's bored with business crap." I would be. "He's just hanging around while Zechs schmoozes with the college elite. I bet he'd go for a lark." "A mission," he emphasized. "Call him over." This conversation happened at my place, and while I rang the Quat, my Tro' cut past the front door and to a pile of books on the floor. "Hey," I called to him. "Left. Assignment. (pause, pause) Here. There you are, you fucking piece of shit." He directed that last comment to his papers. "No time for lunch?" I asked, politeness incarnate. "No." His eyes bore into Heero. I had no idea what was developing in Trowa's head at that moment and wished I had Quat's acumen at reading people. "You two just have fun." "Will do," I assured him, 'cause I intended to. "Don't worry 'bout me." He crammed a handful of papers into his backpack. "I won't." "I'm doing something special for dinner." I hoped that would encourage him to be here. "I'm doing a discussion." "Wouldn't you rather be here? Doing... me?" I wrapped him in an embrace, which was hard considering the abovementioned backpack. "You'll survive." "Well, yeah, but-" --there's more to life than sheer survival, I had intended to say but was cut off. "Listen. I'd love to wrangle with you more, but I'm late as it is. I'll be home when I can, but it'll be late." And he was out the door. Awkward silence ensued. Should I dust the place? I could see fluff on the floor. Where did that stuff come from? "I didn't know he'd be so talkative," Heero said. "Trowa was always so quiet." "Ah, yeah. He's real chatty." My cell phone was throbbing in my hand, begging me to complete my call, so I did. "Quat? Yeah, hi. Listen, I wondered if you weren't busy--? Tomorrow?" Heero nodded his concurrence. Cool. We agreed on a time and ended the call. "We shouldn't worry the others," Heero said, meaning we shouldn't tell Trowa and Wufei about our "caper". Stupidly, I agreed and after that he talked me into going for a workout down in the gym. "We can take turns spotting each other." It was okay. He was in great shape and still had that pumped-up body from Doctor J's engineering. As attractive as it had been to me as a kid, it was Trowa's leaner form that I craved. His touch. His kisses- "Duo! That's more weight than usual. Pay attention!" I missed his conversation and companionship, too. That night, I waited up and served him re-heated dinner, properly done, not scorched or sizzled up. We talked about his day for about one second and then I told him about the show on TV he missed. After that, we showered together, uneventfully, and I made him top me and make love. He was very gentle, treating me like a treasure when he kissed me and sucked me off. I think I cried. Manly tears. I was so happy. (o) "What you need is a sure ticket into his world." "That's just what I thought!" I knew I'd been on the right track thinking we'd need another guy along for a distraction. "Brilliant." Heero said that, but he didn't mean it at all. Quatre glowered at him. "I can look very young. Underage. Barr has Duo's work records so he can't pretend to be anything new, but if he doesn't know who I am-" "How could he not?" Like I said before, Heero is low as squat on the imagination scale. "Because of my disguise," Quat said, all aglow again. "If he's the lowlife you claim he is-" "He is." "Then he'll take us both and he'll want to do it fast before we get scared and run away." Heero nodded. "Makes sense. Catching the man marketing hookers, underage or not, would be satisfactory. Proving he's involved in additional illegal activities would be better, of course." "Yeah, yeah." What Barr was doing illegal hardly mattered to me; it was the intrigue, action, and all that had me keen on doing this. "So, he takes you to his hideout," 'Ro reiterated. "I'll track you wherever they take you." "And I'll gather evidence while Quat keeps the perverts busy." When I said that, Quat actually giggled. He had been a damn good pilot and a hellova fighter, so I guess posing as an underage hooker sounded like light duty. "Make certain that Preventer backup is in place, Heero. I don't want to have my act go to waste." Quat thought highly of himself. "And don't tell Merquise." I was thinking how cool is would be to have Zechs sail in to the rescue, speaking of people with split personalities. Wufei would see the justice in it- Zechs saving the Gundam pilots. But Heero wanted the glory; I could tell. "Oooh, it's a secret mission? Neat!" Quat, despite the nickname, was an odd little duck. "And I'm the talent!" "Let him live his dream," I told 'Ro before he opened his mouth and ruined everything. "At least we have a plan now." "We don't know how to contact him," Heero said. "I do." Oh, our little Winner was on a roll. "He's speaking at the Sanc Business Club monthly event-one of the reasons for coming here. I usually don't go to Sanc functions." "Um, Quat? I don't usually pry, but what's a business club?" Dummy me. "It's for networking," he said, and I didn't get it because to me networking was for me and my computer world. "The SBC business development organization focuses on building relationships, increasing sales, and promoting member businesses by hosting events, providing warm referrals, and facilitating face to face introductions." "Oh, 'kay... got it." If I didn't cut him off, Quat's enthusiasm and talkativeness would steamroll over us and we'd be here all day. "So we go to that?" "Oh, no." Of course, how would I fit in there? "He knows you were a Gundam pilot, you said so." "Yep." And I don't lie. Much. "It's no secret that I am too, so it wouldn't be a stretch for you to maybe be driving me to the event. I'll make sure he knows where to find you, give you some time to run into him by my car while I switch into my disguise." "Must not be much it you can cover up your looks that fast." Heero didn't sound as if he thought Quatre knew what he was doing. "Leave that to me." Quat even winked. "I have a wig from when I got this terrible haircut." Heero could do the sneer real well and he did it now. "Barr will notice a wig." Quatre shook his cute blond mop. "I'm dying the real thing and wearing a wig to the business event, silly." God, the look on 'Ro's face at being called "silly!" Life was good. Add to that the fact that he had the sense to keep his trap shut. Do not offend Quatre R Winner. "When is the club meeting?" Heero asked. And suddenly I pictured us all up in a tree house doing secret handshakes like in this movie I'd watched last week. That cracked me up and effectively ended our secret meeting, heh, heh... They didn't get it. I don't know, doing something for a change felt so damn good. I put on some music and sang along, even did a bit of dancing-definitely a good way to get the guys to leave, pronto. Then I made a sandwich and ate it while waiting for Trowa to get home. I'd propped the door open a crack so I'd hear the elevator "ding" and have time to pose seductively for my boyfriend. That's why I overheard him and 'Fei muttering outside in the hall. "It's too late," 'Tro said, then "mutter, mutter..., Later," and then he came in the door. I was ready to skedaddle to the bedroom, if 'Fei walked into the room, but he didn't. I saw only my lover and held my pose a few seconds longer than comfortable, waiting for the reaction I expected but didn't get. I opened my eyes and met his. "You're not dressed." "Spot on, lover." Why he sighed and looked so despondent, I had no idea. It must have been a real rough day. I punched in a dreamy tune and pulled him close. "Putcher hands here and here." I placed them strategically on my bare ass. He still seemed hesitant. "Hey, Sweetlips." He shrugged. I tried harder, sliding up and down on his leg. "Love the friction, but more skin would be nice." He didn't get the hint; in fact, he tensed more. "I listened for the sound of the elevator, and made myself as irresistible as possible." "You weren't naked before that?" Huh? What in hell was festering in Trowa's head? "No! 'Ro and Quat were here. Jesus, you think I'm having orgies up here when you're gone?" I bet he had, but when I said it, it sounded so ridiculous he couldn't own up to it. The idiot. He nestled his face in my hair and shook his head. "If I ever had an affair, and I won't, mind you, I'd hardly be that obvious about it." He sighed hugely. "I don't do affairs! Shit, I'm sorry I even mentioned it." It was a stupid thing to say, even if I'd intended it to be a joke. He was going through a real insecure time, I guessed, with challenging classes and lots of new people to meld with. He squeezed and ran his thumbs over my skin as if just realizing what part of my anatomy he was contacting. "You're happy with...things now?" "Yeah, I am," I assured him with absolute conviction. "And my Mr. Happy would like your Mr. Happy come out to play." "Love you so-" Much, he probably said into my hair. He was still holding something back, but I let him off the hook. Play time. "You betcher sweet ass. Speaking of ass-" I felt his chest quiver, like a chuckle, and he let me strip off his shirt, then his jeans, then his shorts. "Found it." From there we progressed to the floor 69-ing. He could deliver a blow-job with one finger snaking up my ass and massaging that spot until I saw stars. There we lay, sated and cuddling until our sweat chilled on our bodies, sending us to our comfortable bed for the night. (0) The next days were like the other days except for the tingle of excitement from knowing I had something "dangerous" to look forward to. I hadn't realized how deadening the blind-alley job hunt had been on my psyche. What a drag I must have been on Trowa when I'd thought I'd been supporting him! Now I greeted him with elaborate, candle-lit meals, music, and smiles. We'd dance and make love with gusto. I felt so alive and believed happiness was contagious. I suggested Heero try to be a bit more upbeat for Wufei and took on more cooking lessons with him. "I think he suspects something," 'Ro confided while whisking up a white sauce. "You're not much of an actor. He can probably read you like a cheap detective novel." And as the deadline for the caper neared, even I noticed Heero couldn't help but go over and over the plan in his head, memorizing the difficult points to work over later, to the point of paying no attention to his sensitive, intense partner. "And you don't even realize you're ignoring him." "It's not like that... exactly." "I'll bet it is. So, here's what you do tonight. The focus is all on 'Fei." I proceeded to outline the high points of seduction, figuring my buddy could find something to fill in the details. "He will construe something out of that, Duo. I'm not --." "That's the problem," I summarized for the dolt. "You need to shut down the thinking part of his brain. He needs it after spending all day in classes. Trust me. He will not over-think the situation with a dick up his ass or whatever. He will praise his deity for the attention." "It just sounds deceptive." "How can it be? You do love the asshole, right?" "He's not... he's somewhat rigid." "And so are you. Loosen things up and you'll both be a lot happier." Look at me! I grinned convincingly. "He will appreciate the dinner." Heero's lip quivered into a smirk with a glitter of feral canine. "The sex, too." "That's the spirit! Sex-needy is okay, drain-the-boyfriend-because-you're-bored-needy is not." With that out of the way, we could get back to the dinner in process. "So, check the pasta at this point. Yeah, taste it. Ready? Good, then drain it and I'll show you what to do next. We made enough that you can take half back tonight, and get started." I don't know if the Maxwell Magic worked; he didn't say the next day, but he looked less intense-almost happy. Was that a good thing for him before a mission? I didn't know. I didn't ask; instead, we mentally prepared the showdown with Jet Barr. Right on time, with the setting of the sun, a breathless teenage boy with unkempt blue hair knocked on my door. I knew logically it had to be Quatre because he got in past security, but my eyes deceived me. The too-tight shirt and jeans were so far afield from the image of the sharp businessman, I just stood at the door gaping. "Told you I was good at this!" he crowed and pushed past me to do a twirl in the room. His expression turned lascivious and posture slinky-submission. "I find it inherently and exquisitely pleasurable to meet you. I want to take you in my mouth and tease you with my tongue, my lips and my teeth until I am in a frenzy to mount you, to have you inside me thrusting deeply, bruising and crushing me in your embrace. I want you." His glittering blue eyes went impossibly large and he added, "Be mine?" I think Heero had a secret attraction to the pint-sized pilot if I was to gage by the intensity of his inspection. His Adam's apple pulsed-must have been suffering from dry mouth, heh, heh. "Blue suits you," I said since 'Ro had gone conveniently mute. "You're taller than 'Ro and yet you've managed to look smaller." He took that as the intended compliment, too, and beamed sunshine with a dazzling smile. "Teenagers slump and I've always been slimmer. I've never been especially toned either. I have to go and get into my work clothes, but I just couldn't wait to show you. It works, doesn't it?" "Yes." Heero's emphatic, single word answer said it all. I bet Quat was left with no doubts about how he'd impressed the guy. "Super! I'm so pumped to do this. I told Zechs I'd be out bar-hopping with you guys after the meeting and he wasn't thrilled, but he knows I'll make it up to him later." I just bet ole Zechsy wasn't too pleased to let hot Quat out on the prowl. "Later," 'Ro echoed. He picked up the suit bag he'd tossed over the couch. "I'll go change now. Are you going like that, Duo?" "I thought I would, seeing as I'm just a driver. I never dressed to attract attention. Don't wanna start tonight." "This is rather provocative," he laughed and showed off a bit more. "If you think that's the best idea, okay. I won't be a minute." Heero turned back to his tool kit, pocketing weapons and listening devices in a shoulder harness as well as other compartments in his fitted vest. His clothes were dark, near black, but not conspicuous. He drew on a leather jacket and hid the irregular pockets. I took a moment to stash a few defensive weapons, and a strap a knife around my leg. "Not much of an arsenal, but I'm not planning on having to fight my way out of this." "Shouldn't have to," 'Ro agreed. (o) I leaned against the new Jaguar XF sedan. It was nice of Quat to let me actually drive his baby. Great handling, smooth, quiet and responsive. Now, I waited. Heero I knew was close by in the shadows, waiting. I heard the click, click of dress shoes on cement and recognized Jet Barr materializing from the stairwell. He stopped, looked around, spotted me, and then walked my way. "Duo Maxwell. We meet again." I took his hand and we shook like old friends. He had to believe I needed him. "Mr. Barr, thanks for seeing me. I know you're busy." "Naturally. So, you've been thinking over my offer?" "Yes, I have. I may have been a bit, ah-" "Premature?" "Ah, yeah, when I turned you down before. It's just that I'm not, ah, I don't, um, do that stuff." "You have many skills to offer." The man touched me. His dirty fingers stroked my face, my side, and finally, my butt. "Most valuable, though, is your hole." The temptation to punch out his lights was near overpowering, but I held back and managed to make curb my anger enough to look embarrassed. "I-I have a friend who's interested in... meeting you." "Oh? You seem sure that I'll want to meet him." "He's, well... Can I get him? He's real close." The man checked around, over his shoulder. "Where?" He was good. I knew he had men scattered around the underground garage. One not too far off wore Nike's. I tilted my head to the side. "Other stairs." There were doorways in every corner, but this one was locked from the outside to ensure Quatre wouldn't be hijacked by Barr's goons before he made his appearance. I made an ordeal of picking the lock and pulling out the blue-haired twink, leading him under the lights to Barr's hungry presence. I had to concentrate, remind myself a couple times that this was Quatre Winner, Gundam pilot, and everything was going to plan.
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