"Defying Gravity"

A Romance in Three Parts

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, yaoi, some language

Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4x3

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"

I needed to go back to the house and get the rest of the bugging devices I'd left behind. I moved away from one of Gunter's hands, only to see it latch onto Trowa's thigh. Quatre's mouth opened, and then closed, his face mirroring the emotions he wisely kept to himself.

The fuckncreep kissed me, me! My lips burned. I wanted to rip them off. I flinched far enough to bump Mill. I noticed him wince and edge away, protecting his bound ribs from my shoulder.

Fuckncreep Gunter asked, "Are you in a great deal of pain, Wind?"

"Localized, but intense at times. Should have left all the furniture moving to the boys. I have medication--"

"But did you bring it with you?" Trowa asked, giving me my prompt.

I excused myself to run back to the house. "Bet you forgot your pills. I'll only be a minute!"

Once home, I couldn't rinse my mouth with mouthwash fast enough, spitting the taste of Gunter down the drain. I stumbled out of the bathroom to the office, where I grabbed a number of bugs and cameras. Alric was doing his best to touch me when he could, already. I couldn't get him out of my mind as I grabbed a plastic bag and put the equipment in it. I taped it to my calf inside my boot and put my pant leg back down, cringing at the thought that he might discover it while roaming over my body.

The phone rang. "He has it pretty bad for you. He's not going to let you go tonight without something. You need to come up with a way to get out, or he'll have you, whether you want him or not."

I laughed. "Trowa, no one will have me unless I will it."

"He will find a way."

"He will try."

"Don't drink anything at the party, nothing at all." Trowa paused, lowering his voice. "If he uses a drug similar to what he had at the club again, you won't have a care in the world about who touches you."

"We got the results from that stuff back and no one told me? I'm pretty immune to most crap anyway."

"Milliardo has had a lot on his mind, so I'm telling you now. You didn't swallow much and it nearly knocked you out. It's new. They're working on a serum still. I should go back to the others. They are gathering outside the car, waiting for you."

"Fine. I'll figure out a Get-Out-of-Jail card. Thanks for the warning Tro-man."

I hung up the phone and called Heero. The phone rang for the sixth time, and as I almost hung it up, he answered. "What?"

"Heero, love, it's me Duo. Listen, I don't have time for a bunch of details so just listen. We have made contact with Gunter and are about to head to the party. He's marked me as some sort of sexual target and I need an out. Call my cell phone a few times tonight, the last time make it urgent. Okay?"

"Yes. What about Zechs? What's he doing?"

"He doesn't seem to care. This Gunter creep's practically jumping me right in front of him. Tamer called to warn me that the guy means business. I, ah, got to go back before they get suspicious. Damn, that reminds me. I have to go, but I just came to get Wind some pills. I'm begging you—"

Heero was quiet for a moment. "He must be some kind of guy for you to be begging me to get you out of there. Don't go back."

"I wish. Ya know I gotta. It'll be okay; just call."

"Call me later tonight or in the morning. Let me know how it turns out."

"Sure, love. I'll call you later."

"Thank you."

I hung up the phone and ran to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of pain pills for Mill. I put a few Tylenol in there as well and headed out the door. Alric, Trowa, Quatre, and Mill were waiting right out front next to the black limousine. I walked straight over to Mill and handed him the pills.

"I thought they were in the bedroom, and after looking everywhere, I found them on the kitchen counter. Do you need one now?"

He shook his head. "In a little while. Thank you, Scythe."

I got into the back seat and slid across, ending up too close to Alric for comfort. Mill got into the front passenger seat, Trowa fell in on the other side of me, and Quatre sat on his lap and slid his hand into mine. I laced my fingers tightly with Quatre's as the driver made his way out of the driveway. We had gone about three or four miles when Alric's arm went behind me across the back of the seat. He leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"The things I want with you are endless."

His breath was hot against my neck and I swore it had to be the voice of hell itself. I swallowed hard and clenched Quatre's hand tighter, but I could not meet Alric's eyes. His hand suddenly found my thigh and his lips pressed against my neck. I sat frozen in fear as his hand found my package and he began to lick my neck. I whimpered and he must have taken it as encouragement because he moved up and nipped my ear.

"Don't say 'no', just think about it. The offer's at least good tonight."

I nodded and he pulled his hand back to himself and in a few minutes, we were pulling through a large gated entrance. There were large letter 'G's' on the two gates and the drive was paved with cobblestones. We pulled into a circular drive to what I would call a mansion. It was huge with six white columns lining the front façade. If asked, I would have had to say that the house was breathtaking, no matter who owned it. The driveway was packed with cars. People, all men to be exact, mostly milled about the lawn close to a large fountain.

The driver stopped and Alric got out. He ducked down in the open car door and smiled. "I'll catch up with you later this evening. Have a good time and if you need anything, just ask."

He closed the door, turned, and made his way to the steps of the house. I swear he took them two at a time as if he were overjoyed. I felt Q-man's hand trembling in mine and looked over at him.

"Get out Sand. I need out of this car."

Trowa lifted Quatre out then followed before running around to Mill's side and opening his door dutifully. He leaned down and took Mill's hand, supporting him as he rose slowly, trying not to bend. Mill let Trowa help him out, but he reached out to grasp my hand. Quatre waited for me, his eyes worried.

"Oh, Scythe," he whispered sympathetically.

I shook my head and locked onto Mill's free arm. "Come on Wind, we can't do this here. Let's go for a walk."

I looked at Trowa. "Why don't you guys walk us around while we work through this. Act like you're excited by just how grand this fucking place is."

Trowa walked beside me, putting himself between me and Quatre a moment. "I told you he would, Scythe."

"And I have an out," I replied. "An associate will call a few times tonight and the last call will need to be urgent."

I cast him grin as Quatre mouthed, "Heero."

I nodded, adding, "Hey, I couldn't just back out of this now." I turned to Mill. "Are you feeling up to this?"

He shook his head and stared straight ahead. "It was bad enough that he was coming on to you at the house, but this, this is hard to deal with."

"Tamer here called me when I was getting the pills, Wind. He warned me that Gunter wouldn't let me leave here tonight without something happening, and he told me about the drugs he might slam me with. The ones the serum doesn't cover."

"Thank you, Tamer," Mill said. He wrapped his arms around my waist, bending over me in a manner I knew must be killing his ribs. He nuzzled my hair and whispered into my ear. "I don't know how I forgot to tell you about the drug report. Hospital visit or no, I should have remembered what Tamer reported to me. Listen, Scythe. I don't want you ruined by this." He kissed me lightly. "Go back. I'll call you a cab. Make an excuse. There's other ways to accomplish..."

"No way, man! I know I can do this. There's stuff we have to do and Sand just can't do the espionage as good as me and there's too much for Tamer to do by himself.

"You have to be more dominant than he is," Quatre said, his voice hard.

"What do you mean?" Mill asked.

Trowa supplied some terminology and back up. "Scythe must be the top, and keep it that way. He'll either accept it or it'll scare him away."

Milliardo shook his head. "I still don't follow."

Quatre chuckled, but it was more from nerves than anything else. "You are so straight sometimes."

Trowa clarified again. "To top is to be the dominant, to bottom is to be the submissive; a strict top will not let you fuck him, but a bottom will."

Mill stared at him, trying to make sense of what we were telling him. Simply because he was the temporary leader of a ring supplying mostly boy whores to a madman building a resurrectionist army, didn't mean that he knew all of this shit, I guessed. I mean, if it weren't Heero and Trowa's "favorite" web sites, I wouldn't have known the lingo describing the behavior I'd learned vaguely to recognize on the streets. Prince Peacecraft wouldn't have known for sure.

Heero and I weren't like that in our relationship. We didn't worry about who was a top or bottom, 'course we weren't fucking each other either. We made love just the same; shouldn't that be all that mattered?

Trowa snapped Mill out of his thoughts with a kiss. "Don't look so confused, Wind."

Mill pulled away from him, and looked into my eyes for a moment. "No-"

"No is right," I interrupted him again. "No matter how much I hate this, this is what I think. I think I should get a little more aggressive. You know I've got it in me. Hell, I've experienced it. Get pissed, get rough and come on to him ten fold, but never back down."

"Are you telling me you're going to fuck him?" Mill said in a growl. "The thought of that alone is revolting, just as much as the act itself."

"No," I said shaking my head. "But getting him low enough to give me a blow-job couldn't hurt. Now, I need you all to get close and kiss me so I can hand over a couple transmitters and cameras to Tamer."

We took turns trading passionate kisses out on the driveway.

"I think we're being watched," Quatre said, his voice a little waivery.

"That's the idea," Mill said, then deepened the kiss he and I had been sharing.

The mansion was all I'd come to expect from a perverted, drug abusing, art dealer on entering Gunter's home: lavish furniture, expensive paintings, marble floors, and, looking up as we entered the front door, hung a huge chandelier. Around it, the ceiling was covered in some sort of scene that looked like naked babies with wings. On studying it more closely, some of the things the cherubs were doing with each other was quite obscene. I quickly looked away and began to take in the rest of the interior of the house. The imposing staircase was hard to miss as we walked through the entry and came to a formal ballroom. Off to the side of the ballroom was a formal dining room that I guessed could seat the New Germany Parliament.

I smiled at Mill as we kept walking through the house trying to find an area that didn't have as many people. We soon entered into a library, and, from what I could tell, it seemed to be well used. The leather of the couches looked worn as well as the office chair at the desk. The few people that had been talking near the window soon left, and Mill and I were alone.

"I hate to ask, but I need you to stand at the door."

Mill raised his eyebrow at me. "And why is that?"

"Because I was afraid Gunter would touch me and find the cameras, so I hid them in my boot, which is hard to get at and look cool."

Mill started to laugh and I glared at him.

"Hurry up then," he said stifling his laughter.

I raised my pant leg enough to grab a few bugs out of the bag and two cameras. I placed one under a shelf in a large bookcase that covered one complete side of the room. Looking around, there wasn't really a good place for the camera. It was small, and not something most people would recognize right off the bat, but there just wasn't any place to put it. If I put it over the doorframe, a maid could dislodge it when she dusted.

"Damn it," I cursed and then I noticed the light switch near Mill. "Close the door Wind."

"What?"

"Just do it," I bit off, my nerves raw already.

I walked up beside him taking out my knife and unscrewing the faceplate as he shut the door. I slipped the camera in and fastened it in the hole for the screw. The screws were black, just as the camera and on stepping back to look at it, I realized that you would have to really be looking for it to know it was there. I heard footsteps on the hardwood floor outside of the door and stepped up to Mill, kissing him and shoving my hand in his pocket. I dropped the plastic bag in the umbrella stand just as the door opened.

"Hiding already?" Gunter smiled.

I drew back from Mill and forced myself to meet Gunter's eyes. "It's just... been a while."

Gunter's eyes lit up and he looked to Mill as if taking a second glance. "I noticed the four of you in the driveway. It was quite a show. Very affectionate boys you have, Wind."

"Indeed, they are," Mill said meaningfully, "devoted."

Gunter moved to the door, motioning us to follow. Mill's hand slid into mine as we trailed Gunter out and down the hall. In his palm was a plastic package, a condom. Gunter stopped at a door, opening it wide so I could see that it was an office with a large, comfortable looking couch.

"That's my skill—finding talent," Mill said, stopping, too. "Well, why don't the two of you get to know each other," he said quietly. "Excuse me. I need to find a bathroom."

I looked down at the cherry-flavored condom and realized that Mill had been thinking about this encounter with Gunter on a much deeper level than I had. Mill squeezed my other hand and met my near-to-panicking eyes. I was silently pleading with him not to leave me there alone. I didn't think that I could do this now, but Mill wrenched his hand away and strode past the open door, with Gunter barely stepping aside to let him pass.

Gunter beckoned me in, closed the door behind me, and latched it with a quiet snick. "I guess that means you have his permission."

"I don't need anyone's permission," I said coldly.

"Not the typical boy-toy pick-up line," he said as he stepped a few feet closer to me and looked me over.

I gathered enough courage to stand there and let him do it. My body was literally shaking inside and I just wanted it to stop and for Gunter to just disappear.

"You are quite a piece of work," he said appreciatively.

"I could say the same for you."

And I meant that. He was some kind of piece of work to do the kind of things that he did. But, I then saw the way his eyes lit up at my words. He was so excited he could barely contain himself. I watched the way his nostrils flared and I didn't have to even look down to tell that he was aroused. His body language was speaking volumes even if his voice wasn't.

His breathing accelerated. I knew that he was aching to touch me. Knowing that it would have to be him that initiated touch in this game; I put my hands behind my back, clasped my wrist in one hand, and walked casually over towards the window, turning from him a little.

"A very nice place you have here. I have to admit there's a big difference between this house and the other one."

Confidence seemed to me making an appearance for me and I noticed that Gunter seemed to be faltering a bit. I remembered my own gutsy words so very clearly about not backing down.

I stared at him and asked, "Why is it that you have set your sights on me?"

"I know what I want and I go for it."

I turned and gave him a contemptuous smile. "So you think you want me?" I chuckled. "What makes you think I'd want you in return, Gunter?"

I was almost beginning to get comfortable in this game. All I had to do was pretend to be better than him, and at this point it wasn't that difficult. I shook my head and turned away from him again, wandering around the very spacious library, moving away from him. I stopped to admire a marble chess set, set up on a side table and felt Gunter's presence beside me. I reached down and fingered the king piece, putting it down a few moments later when his hand reached out and touched mine. He had just lost our little game and as I looked up into his eyes, he averted his and in that moment I knew I had him.

"You were so different at the house and in the car, I didn't realize," he said quietly.

I looked up at him and met him in the eyes. "I don't normally flaunt these things in front of Wind's other...boys. I have a little more self-control than that."

"Meaning I don't?" he asked as he pulled his hand away from mine.

I shrugged. "Do you always just attack your partners on the first meeting?"

He looked at me and smiled. "It took everything I had in me not to attack you that night at the club."

His hand rested on my hip and began inching its way forward. Now I was back to the uncomfortable part. I gritted my teeth and took his hand, pressing it to my crotch.

"I'm afraid you'll have to work for what you want."

I wasn't hard and had no idea of how I was going to get that way if I had to. Gunter stepped around in front of me. I could see him struggling with his decision to let me be the dominating presence in the room. I thought back to all of those classes that I'd taught at Preventer's on body language and interpreting it. I may not have known anything about tops and bottoms and shit like that back then, but I knew how to play people. I knew exactly what to do to make someone submit to me in a matter of seconds. Of course, none of it ever had to do with sex. I was just hoping it all still applied.

"Are you going to put forth the effort? If not, I've got better things to be doing than to stand here with an indecisive player."

Gunter bit the inside of his lip nervously. He finally nodded and I put my hand on his shoulder, pushing him towards the floor.

"Then you should get busy. After all, this is your party, I'd hate for you to miss the whole thing."

I put my fingers under his chin, tilting his face to look at me.

"You are very quiet. Second thoughts?"

He stared at me a few moments and shook his head. "I never anticipated this. I don't usually let it go this way."

I'll bet not, I thought. I smiled. "It's my way or the highway, Gunter. You may have money and feel yourself higher up on the food chain, but know this: some of the animals on those lower links are just as vicious as the ones higher up- given the opportunity. Once we dance, we'll dance my way. There is no changing the song right in the middle. Sure that's what you want?"

I clamped my mouth shut. I was nervous enough to be rambling. Shit. How many idiotic things was I saying here?

His nostrils were flaring like crazy, his breathing was getting quicker by the second, and his carotid was nearly jumping out of his neck. He leaned forward and buried his face into my crotch. I pushed his head away and forced him to look at me again.

"Say it."

"Yes!" he exclaimed, trying to keep his voice down. "I fucking want it."

I let go of him and he was soon fumbling at the button to my jeans. I forced myself to hold that composure that I'd been holding so well. When his hand touched against my boxers, I wanted to run. I thought back to my conversation with Milliardo and Trowa. If I ran out now, I'd be losing at the game that I'd started. Fuck! I slid my hands in to my jeans and exposed myself to him, unfortunately I still wasn't hard. He looked up at me questioningly.

"You're huge, but you're not even hard."

"Make me want you," I growled. "Is that so hard for you to do?"

He touched me hesitantly and I handed him the condom that Mill had slipped me.

"Hope you like cherry."

"What's this for?"

"I don't have a clue as to where you've been and I don't need a permanent reminder of tonight. So wrap it up or get the fuck out."

I watched his shaking hands unwrap the condom. He unrolled it over my almost limp penis, and it still fit rather snugly. I moved over to the couch and sat back on it. He moved over and crawled up beside me, taking me in his hands and beginning to kiss along my neck. I could feel his frustration after a few minutes that I wasn't getting any harder, so I thought about Heero. Heero in the shower, his body wet and slick with soap. I thought about how much I wanted it to be him touching me and stroking me. I was hard in a matter of seconds and when Gunter noticed it, he moved to go down on me. I stopped him and shook my head. I forced myself yet again to touch him, but this time I cupped his crotch and gave a firm squeeze. He was hard as a rock.

"Open."

Gunter opened his slacks and exposed himself to me and I stared at him for a few moments, trying to wish myself away. He wrapped his hand around his own erection, but I pushed it away, replacing it with mine. As he shuddered and closed his eyes, I pulled him down towards me. I held onto his hardness as he moved against my hand and began to suck me. I had already begun to lose my erection with Gunter touching me or me touching him. I didn't know at this point which part was worse. I conjured up Heero's image again and pictured Heero's mouth sliding up and down. Alric's hips began pumping quicker against my hand and I released my grip on him.

"Come before I do and I'll feed it to you."

It may or may not have been the right thing to say and it may have been too late. He began to suck me harder as his mouth tightened around me. I thrust my hips and he moaned over and over again. I wrapped my hand around him again and I could tell he was trying to hold back and my erection kept faltering as soon as Heero's image left my mind. I felt him grasp my balls and tug as he deep-throated me. I finally just let the sensation take over. I could tell that he'd been truthful about not having things go this way. For a man his age, he seemed inexperienced, or out of practice. I just wanted him to hurry up and finish.

I thought once again of the shower and it was Heero's body I saw. He had been slick and naked as he had braced himself against me. I could feel his muscles tighten around me clinging, caught up in nothing but lust. It was as if I could feel it all over again. I thrust harder and a cry tore out of my lungs as I finally came, realizing that it was now finished with Gunter and that his seed was in my hand.

He reached behind the couch and grabbed a handful of tissues. He put some in my hand and smiled a he said, "We were pretty much even, timing wise."

I just sighed and nodded as I wiped his disgusting mess from my hand. He removed the condom and swept his tongue over me before I had a chance to stop him. He moaned and sat up, wrapping the used condom in his tissues. He smiled. I nearly puked wondering what germs he just shared with me.

"Maybe one day you'll let me do it the natural way," he purred.

"When I'm ready to let you, you'll know about it," I said smugly.

He slid over on the couch and turned my face towards him, and whispered, "Kiss me at least."

I just stared at him. "What for?"

He licked his lips. "Come on, Scythe, I like you."

"I think we've established that." I gave him another condescending smile. "And I guess I like you enough to come for you. But, why don't we save the romance for later."

I got up from the couch and tucked myself in, buttoning my pants. Gunter stood and walked over to me.

"When can I see you again?" he asked quietly.

"I live right across the street from you. I don't think it's that big of a big deal."

He shook his head. "I don't live there. I mean, I stay there a few days a month, but I live here."

I wanted him to keep talking. I raised my hand up and ran my fingers through his hair. "Why?" I whispered and moved closer to him.

"Many reasons. But for one, the taxes on this house would kill me, so it belongs to the company," he said, closing his eyes, his breath catching.

Bullshit, I thought. That lie might work on someone else, but certainly not me. I studied his body language and knew he'd give more. I bent my head closer to him as if I was about to kiss him, and asked in a silky voice, "What is it that you do?"

"Jade Pharmaceuticals," he whispered. His hands moved to my hips and he moved closer to me. "I own it."

"Umm, I've got me a high-class pusher," I said, giggling, and before he could think about it, I moved up and kissed his forehead.

His body sank against mine and he nodded. "You could say that."

He started to say something else but I pressed a finger to his lips as my cell phone rang out. I knew it had to be Heero. I pressed the earpiece to my head so his voice couldn't be overheard. "What?"

"Here's your call for help, but there's something else you need to know."

I interrupted him. "Can you give me five minutes?"

I hung up the phone and felt bad instantly. After all, I did ask him to call and rescue me. I put the phone aside on the desk and leaned my ass against it, pulling Gunter to stand between my outstretched legs.

"You were saying?"

Gunter smiled. "It wasn't important." He nuzzled his head against my chest. "I don't know what just happened, but I guess it's all right. I've never been submissive to anyone before."

I let Scythe's cocky, self-assured attitude try to shine out as I said, lying easily and hating Scythe for it, too, "Well then, you did just fine."

I knew that I wouldn't get any more information out of him at this point; the phone call had destroyed that after-sex bond he apparently thought he had with me. My cell phone rang again and I groaned. Gunter stepped away and began to tuck his shirt in and fix his pants.

"Yesss? I said five minutes," I hissed as I answered the phone.

"Don't hang up on me Duo," Heero said. "I assume you can't really talk, but something has happened."

Chapter 10

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