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"Defying Gravity"A Romance in Three PartsWritten 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, yaoi, some language Summary: A multi part story of romance starting
with a turning point vacation, developing throughout a dangerous UC
mission, and moving ahead through the unexpected challenges of a summer
vacation. "Part Two: It's Back to Work"
Chapter 13
Duo's POV for this chapter where more plot is revealed. Welcoming Tamer and Wing into the room where I'd found myself alone with Gunter—that was about the last thing I remembered that was at least halfway clear. I figured waking up in my own bed pretty much meant that things were still okay, or at least I hoped they were. Without opening my eyes, I knew I was at our home in New Germany. The feel of my bed and the smell of our house was instantly familiar to me. I was afraid to open my eyes. My head felt like someone had used it for batting practice, and I was afraid that once the sunlight hit my eyes that my headache would be much worse. Still, even with my eyes closed, I could tell that there was no sunlight in the room. I cracked them slowly so just a slit of light could stab my brain, but the room was dark. I could barely see in front of me, and the room was freezing cold. Next, I severely needed to take a piss. I tried to grab the sheet at my hips, but my body felt like lead. I lay there resigned to not moving at all, while knowing that I absolutely had to get up. "Ugh...." My whole body screamed in pain as I tried to sit. I groaned and wilted back onto the pillow. Waking up like this didn't make any sense. One more time with an accompanying moan and I finally managed to sit upright on the edge of the bed with my feet flat on the floor—a major effort resulting in major head pain. I was unable to do anything except sit and try to keep myself from falling over. "How do you feel ?" Mill's voice broke the silence of the room. I searched the room for the source of that voice. I looked to his side of the bed and then around the room, but no familiar figure could I see. "Wind?" He chuckled. "Yes, last time I checked." "I knew it was you, asshole. Where the fuck are you and why it was so fucking dark in here?" I said this while standing up, but to balance upright I had to concentrate solely on finding my center. When I was sure of myself, I plodded at step at a time, heading for the bathroom, and not waiting for an answer. "I was in the chair in the corner," Mill called out to me. "Don't open the door to the bathroom. Just wait and let me help you." "Why?" I asked, pausing at the door. "I'm not imagining two functional arms and two good legs, am I?" "No, your limbs are just fine, but we didn't cover the windows in there. When the sunlight hits your eyes, it's really going to hurt. Whatever drug Gunter gave you is still in your system and your eyes are stuck on full dilation." Mill's arm slipped around my waist, comforting me instantly with his touch. His velvety voice hummed in my ear. "Just close your eyes and let me guide you." He led me into the bathroom and stopped me in front of the toilet. He reached around to help me, but I stopped his groping hands. "Um, Wind, baby. I don't think your hand on my dick is going to make it very easy for me to take a piss." I heard him laugh and I just groaned. "Not funny. I really, really gotta piss. Just cover the window with something so I can open my eyes. I don't want you to have to clean up the floor." "Excuse me?" He chuckled more and turned me around. "Your attempt at humor is severely lacking, my love. Sit." "Sit?" "Yes, sit, piss, and don't open your eyes." He laughed again as I felt my way to sit down. "I'm going to find something to put over the window. Don't get your dick wet. I'm not fond of toilet water." "Ha, ha," I grumbled. "I know it's a stupid question just considering how you look now, but how do you feel?" By the sound of his voice I could tell he was across the room at the window. I sighed and leaned forward resting my elbows on my knees. "I feel like hammered shit. My whole body is sore, but my head fucking hurts. This is so much worse than the stuff I drank." He was quiet for a few moments. "Okay, open your eyes very slowly. It's dark in here but not completely. Let's see if your eyes can adjust." I opened my eyes slowly, and tried to quell the waves of nausea washing over my brain when the pain in my eyes got worse. We just sat there while I adjusted. When I figured I wasn't going to up-chuck, I stood, fixed my sweatpants "Um?" "Yes?" "The serum didn't work shit," I said, trying to lighten the air. "You noticed that did you?" He laughed and patted my back. "We need to get some fluids in you." I could do nothing more than close my eyes and nod my head in agreement. He took my hand. "Come on. Let's get you back to bed. I've got a ton of water and Gatorade with your name on it." "Hate gatershit." He tugged on my hand and I reluctantly followed. When we got back to the bed, I slid in and lay flat on my back. "What happened last night?" Mill sat down on the edge of the bed. He handed be a bottle of water and I sat up long enough to drink over half of it. He put the lid back on the bottle and pulled the sheet up over my hips. He let the back of his hand caress my cheek and smiled. "Later, right now just try to rest." The pain in my head stopped any and all thoughts of arguing with him. I reached over and took his hand. "Will you lay with me awhile?" He squeezed my hand. "I can't, babe. I'm about join a conference call with Chang Wufei. Apparently, he led a team that snagged a drug transfer at a warehouse in Belgium. Drugs were hidden in a very large statue." "Sounds like Gunter's shit. Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready." I started to get up only for Mill to push me back. "No," he said firmly. "This is where you need to be. I promise to fill you in later. I won't be gone long. Wing is going to stay and keep an eye on you." I shook my head. Shooting pain was my reward. "I don't need Wing, let him go with you." "Duo," he said quietly. "If it weren't for him..." He stopped and I looked at him closely. "I didn't say I wouldn't want him here, but he should be in on Wufei's call. I'm not going anyplace." I remembered Heero's face at the club. He looked pale, ill. "How was he when he came home last night?" "He was worried sick because he chose to bring you back here instead of the hospital." I chuckled. "It surprises you that he brought me here? He reset his own bones during the war." Mill nodded slowly. "There's a lot more to Heero Yuy than most people will ever know about." He brought my hand to his lips and placed a kiss in the middle of my palm. "We don't know what the hell the drug was last night, but it almost killed you." "Well, damn." He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. "I promise we'll talk when I get back. Rest, and be sure to drink a lot of water and some of that Gatorade. It's all in a small cooler beside the bed, promise me?" "Yeah," I whispered. My energy was spent and I was winding down. Mill nodded and got from the bed. He paused when he got to the door and I closed my eyes to avoid any light that would come through. When he closed the door behind him, I rolled over and drank the rest of the bottle I'd started and opened another, draining it completely as well. I grabbed a bottle of Gatorade, took a few sips and shuddered at the taste. The sweetness of it made me instantly nauseous. I lay back and closed my eyes, sinking back into the comfort of the bed. I was sinking back into la-la land, when I detected Heero's distinctive footfalls. "Hey, 'Ro. How's it going?" I muttered. "Duo, how do you feel?" he asked. "Bad. I told Mill not to send you in. Wufei probably needs you, too." "I already talked to Chang. I'm where I need to be, now." "Oh, ah, well... sweet. So, what happened?" "Do you remember anything?" "I remember pretty much everything up until the point where you and Tamer shoved the door open against me. I mean, there are some blank spaces there, but I think I remember the major points." I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the board. "Was it bad?" "You know, even during the war, when you were holding a gun to me, I've never once been afraid of you since we met, but last night, you scared the crap out of me. I think Gunter would have shit himself if you'd allowed him to do it." Heero's expression grew serious. "I don't know what he gave you, but it threw you for a loop." I watched as he got the cuff out of his bag and began checking my blood pressure. He aired it up and I waited for him to finish before he spoke. "Good. You're blood pressure is finally in the normal range and I haven't had to dope you up all day." I just nodded, hoping that he would continue. He did. "I've given you several dozen doses of Narcan to help reverse the ill effects if it was a narcotic drug. While we don't know what the drug was, it seemed to be opiate-based. You were okay health-wise at the club until close to the end, when you began slurring really bad and drooling. Trowa and I got you into the car and then realized that you were having a bad trip, but we were already almost home. I had an OD kit here and knew that if things went really bad, at least I could keep you alive until we got you to the hospital." Heero took out a penlight and held it up to my eyes, shining it first in one and then the other. "Keep going, 'Ro. I think you're far from being finished," I prodded. "Your blood pressure was down one minute and up the next, your pupils were dilated and pretty much fixed that way until now, you were vomiting everywhere, barely breathing, you had the shakes and your body was burning up. Every time we'd try to get fluids back in you, you'd throw them up." He dropped the pen into the bag and climbed onto the bed beside me. "The Narcan eased a lot of that and we were able to get some fluids in you, mostly Gatorade." His hand felt warm as he rubbed his thumb over my palm. Just the mention of Gatorade turned my stomach, though. I groaned. "Is that why I can barely stand to hear that word?" He chuckled, "Probably." "So how about at the club," I asked. "How far did I go?" Heero was very quiet for a moment. "It wasn't that bad, as such..." I pulled my hand away and grabbed Mill's pillow, clutching it to my chest. "Go on." "You were pretty sexually uninhibited, and you were mean. So fucking mean, I doubt Gunter will want to ever see you again." When he stayed quiet, I prompted him. "Come on, I want to hear about this before Mill gets back." "He already knows," Heero whispered. "Please, tell me that I did not fuck that monster," I said, choking up as tears burned my eyes at the thought alone. "Did I?" "No, not really," he said. "You came onto him quite a bit, gave him one of the roughest blow jobs I've ever known of, and then you made him beg to touch you. When he finally did... um... That man will have a sore throat for a while." He sighed heavily. "Every time I tried to intervene, you threatened to cut my balls off and feed them to me. I wholeheartedly believed you. I had no doubts that you'd have done just that. I just wanted to make sure that nobody got fucked and if someone had to, it would have been me, although Trowa was ready to step in as well. There's no way you could have ever lived with yourself for fucking him it that condition." Easing myself back down on the bed, I lay on my stomach, clutching my pillow in my arms. "I'd never be able to live with myself for fucking anyone besides you, 'Ro." I twisted my head around and looked up at him. "I was essentially a virgin when I met you and I plan to keep it that way, but Scythe, he's not so indiscriminant. I didn't want you here to see this, or him." "Says my beautiful lover," Heero said softly. "Talking about me?" I turned the other way to find Mill standing at the open door. There wasn't much light coming in and I realized that it had to be late in the day. "No." Heero stepped away from the bed. "I'll go get take-out for dinner, and we'll all talk later." I was with them and then not. "Hey, Wind," I said to the tall blonde Adonis as my eyes started to close. "Yeah, there's some scars inside, some on the outside. However, I can see no flaws on you. In my mind, in my eyes, in my heart, you are the absolute image of perfection." I regarded him intently. "Come on, don't lie." "It's true. "I'm not picking and choosing parts of you to love. I love all of you, regardless of what you think. What you see as scars and imperfections, I see as beauty. When I look at these marks I see courage. I see bravery. I see Preventer's agent and a man that believed in what he was doing and put his life on the line to get monsters off of the street. I see battle scars of a man that did what he had to do in the war and came through fighting. I see the man that I love, more than anyone or anything else in this world. There is so much that I see in these marks on your body. Don't you ever say that I don't love all of you because I might just love what you see as imperfection a whole lot more than the rest of you." He lay there looking up at me as if uncertain, his eyes full of tears. He opened his mouth and closed it again. I shifted my body again and freed his left hand as I moved over him, and kissed his lips firmly, forgetting about my pain. Pulling away to look into his eyes, I smiled. "Have I gotten my point across?" he asked. "Yeah," I nodded and started to speak, but he pressed a finger to my lips. "No more words. If at any time after you want to stop, just say so. But other than that, no words, just you and me." "Let me--" I began. "Okay." I let my tongue wander across his torso, tracing the cut and defined lines of his abs. When I came to the waistband of his boxers, I grazed my tongue along it before taking it in my teeth and pulling them down. I worked them down his hips and halfway down his thighs before pushing them down further with my hands. I nuzzled my face into his chest, inhaling his every scent. He was mostly smooth over his entire upper body by nature's handiwork. I let my tongue roam over him. I moved on down to the inside of his left thigh, loving the feel of the texture of his hair on my tongue. His legs were covered in a light, but gorgeous dusting of hair. I worked my way down his thigh and stopped at the bend of his knee only to hear him breathe a sigh of contentment as my tongue continued to tease him. I kept on until I reached his foot, kissing the arch and working my way back up his leg, the same way I came down. I repeated the gesture on his right. I realized that by his breathing, and small grunts, he was getting close to coming, and began to help him up. He looked at me curiously and I only smiled. I positioned myself in the middle of the bed on my knees and helped him turn as if sitting on my lap with his back toward me. With his legs on either side of mine, I pulled him against and pressed my lips against his neck and began kissing across his shoulder and down the middle of his back. He shifted his hips as he clenched his muscles, shifting enough for me to enter him. I teased him for a few moments as he moved, trying to build his desire. When I could no longer stand it myself, I shifted my hips with him the next time he did, and gained entrance, sinking myself into him in one smooth motion. I waited as he adjusted to me, wanting to curse because he was so hot and so tight around me. When his muscles rippled, I had to grit my teeth and concentrate. When I was in control of myself, I began to move, using my knees to lift. His hands dropped to my hips and began pulling me deeper as we joined together. I pressed myself as close to him as our bodies would allow and dropped my hands to his thighs, pulling him into me. We moved together in a rhythm, his grunts and groans became more intense. He let out a loud cry. That was all it took for me. I cried out as I poured myself into him. He moaned and then sighed, smiling as he broke away. I wrapped my arms around him and nipped his ear. "I love all of you," he whispered. I was silent for a moment and then let my body relax against his. His skin golden tan and chest hard. I fingered the nipple-ring that matched mine. "I know." I must have fallen asleep and had the hottest dream ever, because when I woke up it was dark and I could see light from the hall and felt completely whacked. I'd had an incredible dream, and was relieved it hadn't been a nightmare and that it had featured Heero in the starring role. However... I'd not had a thing to eat, was starving and felt grungy. I felt worlds better after a shower. I cleaned and brushed out my hair, then hunted for something to eat. As I passed by, I saw Heero in the office. He put a hand over the mouthpiece and said, "Chang. Important." So, he was going over information with Wufei over the phone. I gave him a "thumbs up" and moved on down the hall, content to have nothing to do with the case for the next few hours. I'd had about all I could stand, and was disgusted with what I'd done. Not necessarily with Gunter, but I was disgusted with how I'd acted and how especially I'd treated Heero. Heero had shrugged it off, but I could still see the fear of me in his eyes. Fear and disappointment. I should be doing this alone, I kept thinking, but now it was too late. I grabbed a banana, peeled it, and ate it on the way to check out the movie. Mill was camped out on the couch, watching a movie. I slid in next to him, closed my eyes, and rested my head against his shoulder. I wondered about but didn't ask about Quatre. I breathed a sigh of contentment and in the next second, the doorbell rang. I figured that it as probably Trowa, who probably had been baby-sitting across the street, and, if it was, I was going to be very happy. He'd promised to come over if he got any information on the drug I'd been slipped. I got up from the couch, not bothering with a shirt, and walked over to the door. I opened it swiftly in my sudden good mood. I opened the door and froze. Someone had rung the doorbell, but now no one was on the other side of the door. I scanned the area in the front of the house, the house across the street, and up and down the street. As I started to walk back into the house, I heard a rustling sound from behind the decorative shrub close to the door. I took the three or four steps it took to get to the shrub and stopped beside it. I moved the shrub apart with my hands and as I peered down, came face to face with a child. I practically broke the shrub in half as I fumbled trying to get hold of him. I didn't know who he was, only that he was half-naked and had bruises covering one side of his face. He was crying and shaking. I spoke quietly to him as I picked him up, telling him that he was safe and I was only going to help him. I stepped quickly into the house and closed the door, locking it behind me. Holding the boy in my arms protectively, I turned to go into the living room. Mill's eyes grew wide as he looked at me. He got up from the couch as quickly as he could and walked over to us. He grabbed a blanket from the back of a chair and wrapped it around the boy, pointing towards the couch. "Put him over there." I sat him down on the couch and pulled the blanket around him. Kneeling before him on the floor I asked, "Are you okay?" The boy nodded and curled up even tighter inside of the blanket. He couldn't have been more than twelve years old. Mill sat on the couch beside him. "Can you tell us where you came from?" Mill asked. The boy shook his head slowly. Mill looked up at me. "Hey, Duo, why don't you go get your shield?" I got up and headed towards the bedroom. I opened the closet and dug way into the back getting my Preventer's ID from the hidden panel in the wall. I was practically shaking as I walked back into the living room with it. Handing it to Mill, I knelt down on the floor on the other side of the boy. Mill folded it back, showing the boy my Preventer's ID badge. "Do you know what this is?" he asked. The boy just stared at it, unmoving. Mill waited, giving the boy a chance to think, I guess. He went to open his mouth to speak, but the boy's shaky voice made him stop. "Policeman." He looked up at me and just stared and by the haunted look in his eyes, I just knew where he'd come from. I took my ID card from Mill and held it out to the boy. "My picture is right there on the other side. You can hold onto that as long as you want to, okay?" The boy nodded and looked down at the shield. I gave him a few minutes before I spoke again. "This man's name is Mill, and my name is Duo. Can you tell me your name?" "Pascal." "Can you tell me your last name, Pascal?" I asked. He fidgeted around and the couch, his fingers toying with the long chain attached to my shield. "I want to go home," he said. He then began crying and sobbing again. I looked up at Mill who mouthed for me to just be patient and not to push. He leaned over, getting Pascal to look at him. "I've got some cookies if you'd like to have them with milk. I'll leave you alone here with Duo if you feel more comfortable talking to him that way." In the midst of his cries, Pascal nodded. I waited for Mill to leave the room before I said another word. "Pascal, let me tell you what we're going to do, okay?" When he nodded, I continued on. "If you can tell me your last name, we can call your mom and dad and let them know that you're okay. We'll get you out of here and you can be at home tonight. Does that sound good?" "I can go home?" he asked. "You sure can buddy," I said with a smile. "I'm sure your mom and dad are going to be so happy to see you." "Gautreaux," Pascal said. "That's my name." "Pascal Gow-trow is your name?" I asked, wanting to be sure. When he nodded a "yes," I let out the breath was holding. "That's good Pascal. I may have to ask you to spell that for me later, 'kay? My French sucks royal." He smiled and I smiled back. "Um, I think I know where you came from tonight, but can you tell me so I can be sure?" He looked up at me and looked down and I wasn't sure if he was going to answer. I shifted where I knelt, growing uncomfortable kneeling on the floor. Pascal looked up at me suddenly. "He's going to find me." "Who's going to find you?" I asked. "I kicked him. I kicked him hard and I ran away. I went to a house and no one was there. I came here and pushed the button and when he came out of the garage, I had to hide." "Pascal, it's really kind of important for you to tell me what house you came here from. We're going to get whoever hurt you and they're going to go to jail for a very long time. But I need you to help me out just a little bit. Okay?" I paused as Heero came into the living room with a look of complete shock on his face. "Duo?" Heero questioned. "Is something wrong?" "You're the one in the office, Heero, didn't you see anything on the cameras?" I asked. He shook his head. "I've got five different things going at one time." I turned my attention back to Pascal. "This man's name is Heero and he's almost as good as a doctor. Can he take a look at your face?" Pascal looked to Heero and then back to me before nodding. "My dad's name is Hiro," Pascal said with a slight smile. Heero grinned. "Do you think we're long lost brothers?" Pascal laughed and I stood up as Heero sat down on the couch beside him. There was an immediate sense of comfort that I saw in Pascal as he looked at Heero. I made my way over to the other side of the room where I could see Mill on the phone. He looked up and when his eyes met mine, I nearly broke into tears. I looked back into the living room where Heero and Pascal were talking quietly and Heero was checking the bruises on Pascal's face. Mill came up behind me. "Winner overheard you talking to him. Pascal Gautreaux, eleven years old—missing for three months. He was taken from a bathroom at a restaurant, on his birthday. He's from Paris and Quatre is already getting his parents here." "How far away is Paris?" I asked. "It's about an hour and a half. It's eight now, so by ten at the latest, he could be back with his parents." I nodded. "I'm going to go check the audio and video feed to see what's going on over there. If they've lost a child, it should be busy." I clarified, "Trowa's there." I left Pascal in Heero's hands. Quatre's voice I could hear from the guest room, probably on the phone, leaving the office to myself. I closed out the ID searches Quatre had left open and pulled up the camera feed from the garage and replayed the past hour. I went through each frame until I came upon Pascal's face. The boy had guts I had to give him that. The guy that he'd kicked in the balls was the one Trowa had pointed out as Strom Anton. Strom stood around five-foot eleven and weighed about two hundred pounds. I used the cameras on both houses to follow Strom's search for Pascal. He gave up a whole lot quicker than I thought he would have and went inside the house. Switching to the inside camera, I came upon Trowa standing nervously in the middle of the living room. Strom was sitting on the couch rocking back and forth and I tried to pull up the audio to catch what was being said. The audio feed kept coming through full of static and I couldn't single out the voices. Mill came into the room and shut the door behind him. "Duo, Gunter just drove up across the street." I worked furiously trying to bring up the audio and finally got it patched through. "I figured he'd show up if Pascal was one of his. Can we get a warning call to Trowa?" "No." "I'm going over there." "No!" He stood behind me, gripping my shoulder to hold me in place, watching the video as I set the audio to a higher quality recording. After getting both feeds combined, I sat back and waited for Gunter to come into view. When he walked into the room, I did not miss the hateful look he projected at Trowa. Gunter was a man of business, and those who fucked with his business, obviously didn't live to tell about it. I watched the scene play out, but hardly any words were spoken. Gunter asked Strom what happened. Strom told him his side of the story and dropped to his knees begging for forgiveness. Gunter nodded, reached behind him, and in the next second produced a handgun and shot Strom right between the eyes. I closed my eyes and looked away. Mill was apparently still watching because he began to say, "No, no, no." I looked back to the screen and Gunter had the gun pointed at Trowa. He cocked the hammer back and I grabbed my cell phone from the desk. He's ours you MF! I dialed Gunter's number quickly as I muted the audio feed, and watched as he answered his phone. My heart was hammering in my chest. "What?!" Gunter snarled. "Hello, Alric," I said, trying to sound calm. I would have done anything in that moment to get the gun lowered from Trowa, including a fake apology to Gunter. "Scythe?" "That would be me." "What do you want?" His voice was still angry, but he slowly lowered the gun . "If you're going to be pissy with me, I can hang up now," I said quietly. "I'm sorry, Scythe. Things are just fucked up right now." He walked over and nudged Strom's body with his foot. A few minutes later he put the gun back into the holster at his back and walked up to Trowa. He caressed Trowa's cheek and then pulled him into an embrace. "Well, I just wanted to apologize if things got out of hand last night," I said. "I've apologized to Wing, and I figured you should hear it too. Um, I should say something to Tamer, too. Is he on his way back now that you're home?" "Look, Scythe, whatever happened last night wasn't your fault. I'm not going to hold it against you. I'm kind of busy right now. Can I call you back later?" "Whatever, Gunter, I was just calling when I had a moment alone. I may not have it later, but you do what you want to do." I meant to sound snippy. I watched as Gunter said something to Trowa and in the next moment, Trowa walked out of the room. Gunter sighed. "What about dinner tomorrow night, neutral ground, just you and me, no clubs, no music, just us?" There was a slight knock at the door as it opened. I held the cell phone tightly to my ear. Heero stood holding Pascal's hand with a worried look on his face. "Barton just called," he whispered as he held up his cell phone. "Gunter is taking Jimmy tonight."
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