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"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 Nine I Have Somewhere to Go Yuy was not a prude, so he said, and Chang was not proud to a fault, he claimed. So to prove their flexibility and all around bonhomie, they accepted Winner's challenge to share a room and parted from our company at Chang's door, together. Duo and Winner celebrated with a little dance together in the hall that called for hip bumping and high fives. Merquise and I held up either side of the hall, leaning on the walls and looking tired of something, while actually admiring our willowy boyfriends' antics, or asses. Lots of togetherness all around. I thought it was too soon to mark this up as a done deal. I knew that to shut up a panther and a leopard in the same room could result in a bloody mess, however much the two had in common. Merquise was no dummy himself; I had to give him that. He scooped up his lover and shook him like a dummy. "This will not work." "It might. I'll know pretty soon." "How--? No, don't ruin it for me," the prince said. I knew that imagining Rashid outside, hung up in some tree with a telescope focused on an opening, a mere crack in the window covering, through which he could study the going's on inside, was not far from the truth. I didn't want to know for sure. I wanted to go to bed. "Do any of you know if either one of them has ever had a relationship lasting more than a day?" Merquise asked. As far as I knew, they worked alone by preference during the war. "No." "Wufei was married once," Duo said, "but she died and they were only fourteen." "Dear God," the lanky blond said, accompanied by a huge sigh. "Re-la-shun-ship. Anything since they were teenagers?" "Heero always liked his laptop," Winner submitted. "It often sat in his lap, ran hot, and hummed at his touch." I smiled. I couldn't help it. It was funny and I was bushed. "They've been emailing one another," Duo said, trying, I figured, to recoup some ground. "Getting to really know one another is important," Winner said. "We—" Before Winner or Zechs could begin recaps of their insufferable tale, I summarized it as "you met over a business meeting, more or less." I ruined his moment, I could tell when Winner's voice went flat as he said, "Mostly less, but basically that was our common ground." Duo shrugged. "I had no place to go, and Trowa had the place but no leg to stand on, heh, heh..." I smiled. "Disabled and enabled." Merquise must have been tiring of our act, probably as much as I had of theirs. He cleared his throat then intoned like a depth bomb, "They need a cause to bring them together. Something to fight for." "A mission." Winner nailed Yuy's psychological needs precisely. And then his lover adroitly stapled Chang in place. "A mission for a just cause." Winner smiled. "And I have just the thing." Again, I didn't want to know. He would go through with his plan whether I liked it or not. I would get pulled into the warped world of Winnerkins, ensnared because Duo would he hopping on board the Winner Wonderland train. "Duo?" I know, I probably sounded pathetic, too. He must have read my body language, which was rapidly losing contact with this world. The shuttle flight, securing our bed and other belongings in storage, the entire emotional yo-yo of a day ending with a swimming marathon all added up to one exhausting day. "I'm taking my man away now," he announced, wrapping an arm around my waist in a comforting way. "No wake up calls, please." "Don't worry," Winner said. "This is a vacation for us all. Oh, I hear Rashid calling me." Winner took off down the hall like a man on a mission. "Did anyone else hear Rashid?" Duo asked. No. Uh, huh. Well, I suffered Duo to drag me to our room. You didn't hear me complain about having to share a bed, did you? I was too tired to get beyond a quick tooth brushing. Duo must have stripped me, or I would have crashed fully clothed. (o) The next morning found me writhing awake to a blowjob, or the start of one. "Oh, God—" Duo's head came up. "You smell like chlorine bleach." "Pool water." "Oh, okay, no prob." He was back on the job, bringing me to a climax before my eyes had focused. "Jesus, Duo—" "Hey, I was hungry and you were sleeping." I started laughing. "I say something funny?" "You were hungry so," I laughed some more, "so are you now?" "Yeah, that's why—" He snorted and slapped my thigh. "Very funny. I'll let you know cum isn't very filling. I don't find it very filling anyway. It's not even very—ahh." Duo in the throes of ecstasy was an awesome sight. I did my best to make the spectacle last for me and the sensations last for him. It still bowled me over when I thought that bundle of energy and smashing beauty was all for me. Nevertheless, it didn't make a dent in my hunger pangs either. We didn't bother showering, knowing we'd be in the pool soon enough, and moseyed into the dining room. "I must be nice to have people cook for you," Duo said to the room at large as he helped himself to rolls, cheese, and hard boiled eggs. "It is," I said, and it was. Duo cooked for me almost exclusively. I wasn't falling for this act. I knew he didn't mean he wanted me to share the cooking because we'd had that discussion many times. He liked it and cooked well. I didn't and cooked badly. "Heh." His smirk was a mix of knowing humor and faux-contempt. Winner and Merquise strolled in, helping themselves to the coffee first then dabbled in fruit and toast triangles. Rashid entered with fresh cream and more toast. "Anyone see signs of 'Ro or 'Fei being up?" Duo asked the room at large, but actually looked toward the Maguanac leader for an answer. "Chang Wufei," Rashid said, "is in the gym and Heero Yuy is running laps around the inner compound." "Ah, nuts. I was hoping they'd decided to stay in for a little between-the-sheet action." The fluffy, black eyebrows drew down like storm clouds and sorrow washed the big man's face. "I am sorry to report quite the opposite. The two gentlemen respectfully slept on the floor-- on opposite sides of the bed." Ah, jeez, I did not want to know the details, nor did I want to see Winner catch Rashid's attention and nod his curt little "do it" nod. Nor did I want to observe Rashid's answering nod, his stern acceptance of duty, and his resolute march out of the room. But so it happened. Wheels were set in motion, maneuvering behind-the-scenes intrigues; gears were turning somewhere, setting Winner-schemes in motion. Machinations within machinations. I looked for the nearest exit. "Trowa? Duo? I'll need you to do something for me," Winner said, sealing all escape routes and my fate. Duo did everything but wag his tail. He snapped at Winner's treats and barked, "You bet! Yep! Yip, yip, yip!" He made me want to rub his belly and tell him "good boy!" Oh, I really didn't mind. This was the side of Duo that drove him to take care of me. His pack mentality, his desire to be a part of things and to please were part of his very desirable package. And he wasn't placed on Earth, or in the universe at large, to just please me. Throw him a bone, Winner, (and, in particular, not a boner) and I'll consider throttling you in your sleep, when Merquise isn't around to protect you. That put the threat safely into the fantasy realm, didn't it? Winner drew himself up and looked very serious indeed. "I need you to carry out a little thievery." "Pilfering was my first trade," Duo crowed, catching said bone on the opening toss. Don't get too attached to that bone, lover of mine. "Is this going to be dangerous?" I asked the trainer. "Why--- yes, possibly. If all goes well, Wufei and Heero will volunteer to do the guard duty, so you'll have to be very careful to outsmart them." I groaned, hating the plan already. I could feel Yuy's knee to the groin, Chang's chop to the chops, pain in the dark. Give back that nasty bone! "Them? No problem!" My sweetheart was nothing but a shining beacon of confidence and loyally. He dug in his heels and grinned maniacally, looking all the world as if he'd bite off any threatening hand in his personal space. "This will be fun." Oh joy. Winner's smile was blinding. "You're the best! I knew I could count on you. So, here they come. Just play along here and let them do the volunteering, not you, okay?" "Yip!" "Finally up, are you?" Chang said. "Fruit? A refreshing snack before lunch." He took a plate and a slice of cantaloupe and sat. Yuy entered from the out-of-doors. After a quick examination of the food from twenty paces he chose a glass of juice. "I'll shower, unless there are plans for riding today." There could be and no horses would even have to be involved. Winner's eyes shot to the door as Amid scurried into the room. The man spoke to him in a hushed voice, pitched so that Chang could possibly catch a word or two, but none of the rest of us. The little blonde's eyebrows turned down. "I see. That's terrible, but I don't blame you or the other men. You can't guard the house and me and the compound and the outer area day and night. It's just too bad to lose a little more history to armed gunmen." Chang dropped his bare rind. "That is a travesty!" He stood. He always took a stance. "I could not help but overhear." I'll bet. "What?" Yuy punched in, always on the clock when he smelled gun oil. "Brigands of the worst sort," Chang explained. "Desecrating archeological digs and disturbing the ancestors of this place." The genius of Winner was to be admired. How did he know just exactly what would outrage and inspire the Chinese man to that degree? "Why don't those armed men of yours do something about it?" Yuy asked, displaying caution and logic. Winner shrugged ever so slightly, signaling his unwilling acceptance of the situation. "The Maguanacs feel terrible about this, but I must leave most of them on L4 to protect the Winner Company interests there, leaving the few here bound to my personal security." "What's being stolen?" Yuy asked, a man restrained by practical matters. "I'll show you." We all followed him out of the dining room and into a study where a case of ugly painted clay figures stood in the corner. I didn't remember that being there yesterday, but I could have overlooked one of many in the room. We all stared at case of artifacts. "They were fertility objects." Fat naked women and squatty men, hung like elephants, rested in no particular order on the shelves. "The site may have been a temple—" That set off Chang like nothing else would have. "The injustice!" he shouted. "Where is this place? I see no reason for me to sleep in luxury while a temple is destroyed." "He's right," Yuy concurred. "We can take over the guard duty." "Really?" Oh, Winner's eyes sparkled and the birds sang the chorus. "I don't know, you are my guests." "I insist," both the dupes said. "Well, why don't we pack lunches and ride out for a look, anyway?" "I'll pack a few things for myself," Chang said. "I'll only need a change of underwear and ammunition," Yuy declared. "I meant my sword and ammo." Chang honed his needs to the strictest and barest minimum. Before they stripped down to their teeth and nails, I stepped in to bring to a close their needless macho posturing. I was sure there was plenty of raw, exposed rock to accommodate the both of them, but, I pointed out, "You'll need water." "You the man, 'Tro!" Duo said and clapped me on the back. I was, wasn't I?
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