|
"On the Wings of an Eagle"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: several Summary: When Trowa Barton and Duo Maxwell pay Quatre Winner a visit, he coerces them into archeological site destruction and matchmaking A/N: My deepest thanks go to the kindness of Snowdragon and WaterLily for editing and encouraging me to complete this. Sequel to For a Lark "On the Wings of an Eagle " Chapter Two Sometimes It's Just Too Much to Bear Our belongings, clothes and kitchen things had been sent ahead for storage. The couch and other non-crate-able things we left for the management to dispose of or use to offer up the apartment as "furnished." I didn't care what they did with any of it, except for the bed Duo and I bought the last month we lived on the satellite. It was a crazy thing for us to do, but we fell in love with this one made out of real Sanc Red Oak and I bought it just like that. Insane of me, knowing we'd be leaving the place and it soon. That bed held some mystical significance to me but mostly it held a lot of weight, making the cost of sending it to Earth astronomical—I now know where that word comes from. I had Duo and that's all I needed, seriously. I told him that, repeatedly. However, Duo never had held on to much to call his own, and that bed meant a lot to him, too. So I let him disassemble it and have it carted to the shuttle station, where it traveled with us in storage at the cost of twelve new ones. Renting a shuttle meant we paid for the fuel and every pound of weight we carried took more fuel to get us to Earth. It was his money, he said, to waste on sentimentality. But that's not all he did for me. Duo let me rent the class B shuttle and do the piloting to Earth. He took over the controls to give me a break, but mostly it was my honor, saying I was the best. He made me feel like the best sometimes. While I was flying, he'd talk and I'd catch him looking me over, looking at me like I was the only man in the universe for him. Of course, in a way I was the only one near him at the time, but just the same... "You're staring at me," I remarked. "Yeah, I am. Best view in the universe. See, you part your hair on this side leaving a triangle of space which, if I sit at just the right angle, allows me to see your profile and eyes at times." I just shook my head. "Lot of trouble for a peek at me." "Nothing like the trouble I'd go through for a piece of your ass, and I ain't clownin' around." "This you tell me when I have twelve hours of flying ahead of me?" Duo just shrugged, unimpressed. "You can do both. I've seen you read a book and fly, fight off an OZ assault and fly, sleep and fly—" "Hey," I stopped him. "I never fell asleep at the controls." I hadn't! "I know, I know." He dumped his butt on my lap, facing me, blocking my view of the controls pretty effectively, and then scooted up so our crotches met. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my neck and looked my eye in the eye. "You won't sleep through this, either." "Up yours," I said with a grin. "By your leave," he said. He knew what he was doing when he punched in the autopilot. And, I didn't complain as he stripped, first himself then me all while I kept an eye on the incoming signals and with us stacked there in the pilot's seat, my legs strategically placed stretched out all over the controls. He took care of the hard work, stretching himself, getting seated, leaving me to sit back and enjoy the ride. I passed a hand through my hair, pushing the bangs aside so I could get an uninterrupted view of my lover, the sexiest man alive, bar none. The sex Gods had an offspring out of wedlock, him, and his thick, sticky, glistening come was spread all over me. Oh, yeah. I loved Duo Maxwell inside and out. I landed the plane hours after my mind touched ground again, and we found a taxi to carry us out to Winner's estate minutes later, not too difficult since it meant a sure tip. And he got one from us, but probably not as big as he expected. Maguanacs manned the gates, the security booth, the inside gates, the approach to the door, the entry and the walk from the door to the wide decked retreat in one of the gardens. And there Duo and I were greeted, finally, by Winner himself. And his new main squeeze, Agent Wind, the Silver Zephyr, The Lightening Count, The Ice Prince (give me a drum roll), Zechs Merquise. Money and breeding meets money, breeding, and titles. Duo and Quatre I knew had lots to talk about so I slid into a shadowy chair and prepared to be entertained by a prince I'd rather see lying in a puddle of blood; his. Instead, Duo, after giving his friend a hug and kiss, said, "Hey, I gotta find a john in this gypsy camp. Watch my man for me, okay?" He winked at me, saluted Merquise, not bowed, and took off for interiors parts unknown, to me anyway. "I went at the station," I explained when both Winner and Merquise looked at me.
|
