"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 Three: It's Another Vacation"

Quatre slipped the golden engagement ring over Nada's finger. It was as if he was trapped inside a body that was no longer under his control. He just stared as the matching ring slid on his finger. It suddenly felt very heavy and tight. The little ring made him feel as if he was suffocating. It felt like a noose tightening around his neck. No, that was the necktie. But he let none of this show. He just hid his ache behind a smile.

"They make such a lovely pair, don't they? Now, both of you are engaged. Thinking about another but your fiancée is a sin. Okay?" his eldest sister said.

Qadira was now up and feeling fine. She was, in fact, glowing, proud of finding the perfect match in such a short time. What an achievement! She should continue to run the company, Quatre thought, not him. He had failed to choose his own life mate!

Quatre's sister was thrilled when she heard that Quatre had agreed to the proposal. She was almost jumping from joy. The attack forgotten, she was doing her best to welcome the Shaza family for the engagement and engagement ceremony, which was finally started. The two families were to bind themselves together. They exchanged gifts containing clothes, food, jewels, and flowers for the newly engaged couple. It was a way of welcoming each other into their family. Quatre paid Mr. Shaza a huge dowry for the right to take Nada for his wife. Everything was as tradition dictated and very formal so his discomfort and stunned behavior went unnoticed.

"Congratulations! We have become relatives," Quatre heard his sister say to Mr. Shaza as they hugged. He forgot who it was they were talking about, for a second. It was a brief respite.

Shortly thereafter, the priest arrived.

"The children are now engaged. And we need to fix the marriage date. Can you tell us an auspicious date?" Mr. Shaza asked the aged priest.

"Let me see their horoscopes," he said before immersing himself in the astrological sign and symbols that created messages, meaningful ones to those that believed. "The Saturn of the boy is quite heavy, and will gain strength in about one month. The nearest date is that of three days. After that, Saturn will enter the seventh house and there is no date for three years."

"Three days? Isn't that too early?" Mrs. Shaza said. "How can we prepare for something so important as that in only three days?"

"We'll make it work together. There are so many caterers. Anyway, three years is too far. And I want Nada to become my daughter-in-law as soon as possible," Quatre's sister said. "If I could, I would bring her to my house tomorrow." She kissed Nada's forehead affectionately.

"Well, you're the bridegroom side. Your wish is our command," Mr. Shaza said jokingly, "In three days, you'll take our Nada from us, won't you Quatre?"

"Hey, Quatre, look who's here," Kalil said from his left. "Another one of your Gundam pilots. This one should be called Peridot for his green eyes!"

Quatre turned and met an extremely familiar face, but with a moustache, and one which looked quite bemused by the atmosphere. "Trowa," he uttered softly.

"You have come at the right moment, my brother's friend from Earthside." Quatre's eldest sister embraced Trowa in her excitement. "Quatre's wedding date has just been set to occur in three days."

Quatre watched as Trowa's puzzled expression turned into one of disbelief. All the color faded around him. He avoided Trowa's eyes; he couldn't even speak.

"Why don't you freshen up, Trowa? Dinner will be starting soon." Qadira could be good-natured and polite when she chose.

Luckily, Quatre's good breeding took charge where his brain failed him. "Come, I'll show you to my room," Quatre volunteered.

He just hoped that he would be able to explain himself though he didn't know what to say. Trowa's disillusioned expression was still in his mind and the stab of pain was real. How could he do that to him?

As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, Trowa spoke, his voice quite unlike his usual voice. "Congratulations, Quatre."

At first, Quatre didn't know if it was sarcasm dripping from the words or anger and pain. "Oh, Trowa," Quatre started but was stopped before he could choke out another word.

"A week I've been away from you, just a single, fucking we-ek." Trowa's voice broke. He rubbed his hands over his face and started again. "I was in agony there, thinking about you every second. I left everything to come to you. I'm over my over-limit on my credit card getting here. A-and what do I see? You're engaged to some girl! You're getting married next week? You hadn't even thought of informing me?"

At least the door was closed. Quatre didn't want anyone to hear them. "Trowa..."

"Why, Quatre? Why? How could you do this to me? I know I wasn't ever good enough for you, but didn't I support you at every step? Didn't I help you when you had difficulties? Didn't I love you enough? Or wasn't I good enough for you in your bed? Tell me, Quatre! I wasn't so bad that I deserved...this, was I?""

Trowa broke down into tears. Quatre could not remember ever having seen Trowa cry or heard him speak to him so accusingly. He clenched at his chest as the pain sank in and crushed his heart.

"H-how could you do this to me?" Trowa whispered.

Quatre dropped his head and stared at his empty lap. He knew that he was fighting against tears. He had to. He had to go back out and face a roomful of guests pretending to be happy. Seeing Trowa in such pain, he felt as if thousands of needles were pricking his heart, and he understood what a thousand deaths a second meant. It wasn't because his life was being tied to someone else or that he was on the verge of losing his identity, it was because Trowa was hurt and he was the reason. He felt so helpless: he couldn't even comfort his ex-boyfriend.

(o)

Duo sat on the bed, dead center. From where Heero stood, he appeared to be in a good mood. They were to have a cookout on the beach with the others that night, which Duo adored, and plenty of time to play in private, which he adored, too. So, now was the time to spring his surprise.

"So, what's that?" Duo asked.

Heero carried the plain brown cardboard shipping box and sat at the foot of the bed. "Open it."

A knife appeared in Duo's hand faster than you could say "kiss my ass," and he cut through the seals. "Not even a hint?" Duo smiled.

He loved surprises delivered to him in bed, Heero knew. Heero shook his head slowly and hid his eyes beneath his dark shaggy bangs. "Go on."

"'S'okay..." Duo paused, struck dumb a moment after peeking inside the carton. "Ah...what the hell kinda contraption is this?" Duo leveled his eyes to catch Heero's. what he held up by a single finger around a stainless steel and leather band had an attached front shield concealing a hollow, metal tube, and was connected to the rear by a pair of chains. "Heero?"

Heero leaned back on his elbows and smiled confidently. "There are instructions inside."

Duo dropped the leather and steel with a clattering reminiscent of restraints in a dungeon, and found a manual. He read as far as the cover then dropped it like a hot potato. "A male chastity belt! For the love of-- Fuck!"

Heero chuckled. "You should cultivate a sense of humor."

From Duo's expression it was impossible for Heero to guess what he might do next. A kaleidoscope of moods flashed across his face. Often Duo's eyes and mouth didn't even match. Disgust, for sure, was one of those feelings. Shock that Heero would order such a thing? Probably. Insult? Likely, but was it because of the object or what it implied? Heero moved his arms apart and his knees up towards his abdomen protectively so as to improve his chances should Duo decide to take him on and punch him. Duo drew a deep breath and let out a loud laugh, followed by gales of laughter.

"My sense of humor? Shit, I'm the King of Comedy! And that coming from you... The Prince of Profoundity. It's damned hysterical."

"Why do you get to be a king and I'm second fiddle as a prince? You can be just as easily the Joker to my King of --"

"King of Kinky," Duo finished for him. "Which brings us around to this. Man, what were you thinking? No, God no, don't tell me."

"Protection."

Duo shut his mouth and stared for a full minute before talking. "Protecting me, or you?"

"It prevents an erection in the down position, but a full one is possible when erect, and a butt plug locked into place prevents penetration."

"A butt plug? Shit! You want me to wear this?" Duo poked at the shield. "It's... it stores my dick... pointing down?"

"I used some measurements from your clothes, waist and all, the distance from the location of the belt to the crotch piece, and others like penis circumference I guessed." Heero raised a hand curved into an open "C". "As to the up-or-down-pointing version, I had to decide. I was asked how you stored your penis when it was relaxed. I said upwards leaning over to the left. So that's how it is going to be in the belt, too. Oh, just rotate that tube. Like that."

Duo sent "the tube," which would channel his male member, spinning. It stopped pointing down insistently.

"Have you ever heard the term 'blood-and-flesh-penis'?" Heero asked.

Duo gave the cock-holder another spin. "You kiddin' me?"

"No. A 'blood penis' is rather small when flaccid. It grows with the blood flow, making it erect. A 'flesh' penis is about the same size erect or flaccid it only gets hard. You have a flesh—"

"A flesh and blood really big dick that you wanna lock down in this...thing? Why?"

Heero though he heard a touch of anguish enter Duo's voice. "To keep you safe."

"Safe."

"Safe from others. No one could force you, take you, hurt you."

Duo's eyes narrowed and he looked the chains over. "I think this is about you being territorial. You think I'll go tom-catting around on you or something when you go back to work. I stay in town, doing my training stuff, and you go out on missions, and you really think I'd starting fucking around? Me? I've lost your trust?!"

"No! No, nothing like that! Oh, god, no don't think that! You, I trust. You don't realize how attractive you are, Duo. Homosexual men notice you. I mean, you pickup looks like some guys pick up sailors off a ship. I've seen men come out of the closet over you--"

"That was a dressing room--"

"They flock to touch you, be near you."

"I'm not him any more. I'm not Scythe!"

But Heero wasn't so sure. "You are very striking, Duo, and getting more so."

Duo grinned and stretched his back, hands clasped behind his head, giving Heero a lot of well-toned body to admire. "You think so?"

"Yes." Heero couldn't keep the hitch from his breath.

"So, wearing this," he rattled the chains again, "would make you worry less about me?"

"Yes."

"Damn it, 'Ro. You gotta be the most possessive man alive. Well, I guess not, if there's a business in these." He let out a deep sigh of resignation.

Heero guessed that he was close to acceptance. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I started to get hard just at the thought of wearing one and not having any control of my best friend, Mr. Dick."

"I'll help you with it. It takes some experimenting to get the fit right."

"Heero, where'd you find this? I can't see you walking up to a counter, fact-to-face to some man, talking about the size of my dick."

"Internet."

"What kind of site?"

Heero concentrated on adjusting the curvature of the waistband. There was some degree of flexibility with the belt. "I want to adjust this as we go, but it will 'mould' itself to your body after a few days of continuous wearing."

"Days! I'll be damned if I wear this an hour, 'Ro. It rubs here on my hip bone."

Heero bent the metal with ease, immediately making the fit more comfortable. He powdered his hands and applied some to Duo's thighs. "A little talcum between the legs helps long-term wear."

"I told ya not to worry about 'long-term'."

"Some men wear women's nylon underwear to avoid chafing."

"Not me! I ain't a deviant!"

Duo watched as Heero switched between the three possible options for the vertical positioning of the sheath. "How does that feel?" Heero asked.

"Okay."

Heero smiled up at him, his nose and mouth inches from Duo's crotch. "Try to remain limp for me while I fit this next part. The simple rule is: do not get aroused or you may have to wait a bit."

Duo frowned down at him and watched as Heero spread a little baby oil as lubricant inside the sheath. When he reached for Duo's cock, Duo patted his hand away, "Then you better let me do that," and fit his penis into the sheath.

"Thanks," Heero murmured as he took over again. He lifted the main guard up, engaged the spigot on the front of the sheath into the slotted opening on the main guard, and slid the sheath down while simultaneously pulling up the main guard to secure it to the waistband.

"At this point I should be able to secure the waistband lock. There is only one correct position for the key to enter the lock and it must not be over tightened. I just pinch the plates together and turn the key until there is no movement and the lock is suitably tight. After that, the sheath lock can be attached. The sheath can be vertically adjusted in position, without the need to remove the belt, you see—"

"Mr. Technician, test the lock and keys first," Duo said. "You are not locking me into this without knowing the keys work."

"Actually, the first thing I'd do before letting you wear this for any length of time is," Heero smiled again, "jack you off."

"Prick!"

(o)

"Edwards, you've got the results on those phone traces." The way Commander Une said it made it a statement of fact.

"Only just. Agent Barton contacted us just hours ago about another call to his cell phone. I wanted to verify that it was from the same source, and it was. All the calls have been going through satellite 766, which actually made it easier to narrow the source band to New Germany. Should I contact the field office there for a pick up?"

Her jaw tightened. The cleanup of the New Germany office was incomplete. One of the agents had been hauled in for working the other side, accepting bribes, and hiding evidence. Two others had been recommended for retraining.

"No, we shall handle the operation from here and notify them after the local constabulary has made the arrests. I want you and Moore and, of course, your partners Ramir, and Williams."

She buzzed her secretary. "Sit down," she told Blake Edwards, who was about to make his escape. "Carol, I want a conference room. Yes. Would you contact Agents Moore, Ramir, and Williams for an assignment in two hours. Correct. Agent Edwards will drop off a file for copying on his way out. Thank you."

Une stood, signaling an end to their meeting. "Two hours room 312. We'll plan what action you will take. On your way out, ask Cathy to make the travel arrangements for this evening's flight to New Germany for the four of you. Might as well get that rolling."

"Yes, ma'am," Edwards said, adding a snappy little bow before exiting. This would be the first international mission he led, and he was terribly excited. He couldn't wait to tell Dorothy Catalonia, his current girlfriend. Things were looking up. If he solved this and saved the day, he'd likely get a raise. His life was coming together. Wow.

Une was taking her next call, so he left with haste. "Hi, Carol. The commander wants copies for all the agents of this," he said and handed her his file. "And reservations to New Germany for the four of us."

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