"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"

When he heard the audible "tic" of the lock closing, Duo gasped. "Shit!" Such was Duo's opinion as he gazed down at his inaccessible penis.

"Damn, you look hot," Heero said, gazing upon Duo reverently. "We can get the rest later."

"The rest?" Duo was practically in shock. Masturbation was impossible; the belt completely prevented it. He just might be able to take a piss. What if something happens to Heero or the keys? "Gimme those keys!"

"You're not taking it off already?" Heero asked.

"Maybe!"

"You trust me, don't you?"

"Gimme one of the keys, then... Damn you anyway! You could lose one, or fall off a cliff, then where would I be?" He was shaking.

"Not to mention airport security," Heero said with a sly smile.

Duo blanched. "I-I hadn't even thought of that. KEY!"

"How about we agree to store the second key in safe place when we get home. Or... we could talk to Chang. He could -"

"AAAAAH! No fuckin' way is 'Fei gonna have the key to my assets!"

"All right. I wasn't going to tell him what the key was for. Walk around, turn... Are you comfortable?"

Heero's soothing tone worked to calm Duo. He had been warned by the seller on the website: "There will be many excuses, received from the wearer, as to why the belt should be removed, but the only genuine one is this possibility of broken skin. There is no reason why the belt can not be worn indefinitely." His touches were feather-light almost ticklish as he inspected the fit of the chastity belt apparatus.

"We should check the skin at the base of the penis and between the legs, where the sheath applies a little pressure. It may be a little bruised and perhaps even discolored, but the skin should not be broken."

At that moment, Milliardo chose to knock on their door. "You two still planning to join everyone for the weenie roast on the beach? Jimmy's expecting you, remember."

"Be right there!" Duo shouted back. He cast about wildly for his clothes. "Okay, get me out of this, sport."

Heero stood with his blade-thin smile widening. "Let's see how it does a little longer." He tossed a pair of cutoff jeans in Duo's direction and headed for the door, keys jiggling in his pocket.

"Heerrrrrooo," Duo growled. "I didn't think it was possible that a friend would do such an evil thing to another friend!"

"We are more than friends, Duo. We can do far more than just friends."

Heero circled back and placed a firm kiss on Duo's lips, his body solid, hard, determined. "I love you. Trust me?"

Duo nodded curtly. "You'd better make it good, real memorable like, when this comes off."

Heero kissed him again, hard enough to bruise. "Promise, babe."

(o)

Charring his weenie-on-a-stick over an open fire on the beach, Duo realized that he was ever mindful of his own caged cock. Its inaccessibility to him, his horniness, and the cage's physical presence created a wild mélange of feelings.

Never had he felt so sexually alive as when he wasn't in control of his sex organ. He spent much of the evening trying to take his mind off his hot cock and balls. Soon, there was no room left in the cage. His cock had filled up the space and never retreated. Never had he been so at odds with himself.

"Something wrong?" Wufei asked. "You and Yuy haven't spoken a word since you've come out."

Duo flashed him a deadly look. "Come out" meant something altogether to Duo now. There was one thing on his mind, and it wanted to come out now.

"Your weenie's on fire," Heero said as he placed his perfectly browned hotdog on a bun and took a bite. "Shove over, Chang. Bun?"

Duo caught the flying hotdog bun in one hand while waving his stick around like a flaming torch in the other. "I'll give you buns," he muttered beneath his breath. "If I were home all the time with this thing on I would go mad. At least work takes my mind off sex some of the time."

"I heard that," Wufei said, adding a snort. "We had an agreement about sex-talk at mealtime, which operates here as well as at home."

"I can help you with that," said Heero to Duo, ignoring Wufei completely.

"Just get the frigging cage off," Duo said, teeth gritted then louder he said, "I got this hard-on trying to develop, but not able to—"

Wufei turned his beady little eyes on to the both of them. "There is no better way to end this torture than by diving into the ice-cold ocean."

That was all the warning Duo got. One second, he was dousing the fire on his weenie with catsup; the next, he was unceremoniously flung over Wufei's back on his way to the water.

"Hey! My dinner!" Duo screamed. "Ouch! Put me down you fucking monster!"

"Du-o's going into the wa-ter! Du-o's going into the wa-ter!" Jimmy chanted.

"'Fei! The God of Death will kill you!" Duo screamed. He couldn't squirm too much because he was afraid the metal shield or cage might shift and cut off his balls.

"Me, too! Me, too!" Jimmy chortled.

Heero swept the giggling boy off his feet and carried him upside down. He stomped behind Wufei, his feet fitting into Wufei's prints perfectly.

Milliardo, Sally, Lucrezia and her baby stood to watch. "I've always wanted to do that," Mill said wistfully.

Noin patted his shoulder. "You're the grown up here, darling. You have to repress your urges."

"I meant, drown Maxwell."

"I know dear," she smiled and sauntered down the beach toward the water's edge, hips swaying. "It's too late for anything else."

"-- kill youuuuuuuuuu—!" Duo cried, and then there was a big splash.

(o)

The next morning after Trowa' arrival, Quatre sat on a huge boulder and contemplated the scene in front of him. It was the ruin of what had once been a huge stone estate; at least, that is what it appeared to be. Actually it was a copy of the ruins of the ruling Al Saud family building in Saudi Arabia, Earthside, complete with dungeons. The roof and Western walls had long ago caved in, making it vulnerable to attacks from sand and wind. It had changed since his last visit. The North and Eastern walls, which a few years ago stood proud and tall, were now reduced to a heap of bricks lying on the floor. He wondered how he had forgotten about this place. He used to come here a lot when he was younger, especially when facing dilemmas. It was his place where he sought refuge to think. Very few people came here and there was this calm and serene atmosphere here, which always pleased him.

Quatre stared at this wreckage and wondered if this was the future of his dreams, his family, his love... Everything that had happened to him seemed so surreal. A week ago, he was living happily with Trowa and now, it had been replaced by a nightmare. Every time he thought it would get better, it just worsened. It seemed as if he was holding a handful of sand; the tighter he held, the more it slipped away.

What caused this disaster? Who was responsible for this? Only one answer fit both, and it was himself. Yes, he was the one to blame for complicating his life—ruining it. Quatre winced at the irony of his sitting amongst ruins a ruined man. If he repeated that word one more time he'd get a headache. He groaned thinking once again that he'd ruined his mind. Had he been more decisive and brave in the beginning, he would have never seen this day. But the truth was that he remained a coward. Yes, he was a coward.

Perhaps if he had come out to the press before going back home, he might not have faced such a situation. He could have at least told his sisters about his sexuality. Qadira would have had a bad initial reaction but she would have certainly understood in the end, or at least Zaida, or Lina, or, well, especially Zaira, his youngest sister who was still single and independent.

How could he have not thought of all this before? Because he didn't want to ruin his chances at leading his family's company. In his fear of being rejected, he had hidden himself inside a shell.

Now it was too late. What is the use of all these ruminations? On one side, there was his eldest sister living on a thin thread. Any shock might be fatal for her. His coming out would most certainly kill her. When Quatre thought about his sister giving up her freedom all these years to maintain the Winner family name and to hold a position for him in the family business, and the way he was repaying that, he felt ashamed, ashamed of his very own existence. Would he be able to build a home with Trowa on the grave of his sister and his father and mother, too?

On the other side, there was Trowa, the one he loved and the one who loved him unconditionally. If he didn't come out and ended up married to someone else, he wondered, what would become of Trowa? He would be devastated, and he certainly didn't deserve all this. Betraying a person like Trowa was just unjust, as Wufei would say. Wufei never would have done such a cowardly, dastardly deed. Trowa had always put Quatre before everything. He never thought about his own needs first. Quatre knew that Trowa would sacrifice himself, if he asked. Wouldn't it be unfair to ask Trowa to pay the price for his cowardice?

And then there was Nada. Every time Quatre thought of her, he felt a pinch in his heart. She didn't deserve to have landed in all this confusion. She had never hurt him, but Quatre knew that either way she would be hurt. Marrying her and making false promises would be like playing with her trust and emotions. And if he came out and ended their alliance, he would be leaving her halfway. A girl, whose engagement had broken, would have to face the harsh words of the society on L4. Either way, he would be hurting her.

Crying was unmanly, he told himself over and over, but the barrier he had erected finally collapsed and the tears flowed. He brought his knees to his chest and rested his chin on them as he sobbed. For the first time in his life, he felt so helpless. He was so powerless that he couldn't even commit suicide. This would bring grief to all the ones he loved- Trowa, his family and Nada, too. Perhaps that was his destiny- to bring misery to others.

After a few minutes, he felt movement behind him but he didn't even turn to see who it was. He was too busy trying to stop the tears. The too-familiar pair of strong arms embraced him. He tried to move away at first, thinking that he didn't deserve this consolation, but Trowa only firmed him grip.

"One of the servants led me out here to find you."

"I'm really sorry, Trowa," Quatre sobbed.

"Don't... It's okay, love. Don't...," he whispered in his ears. "I'm sorry about yelling yesterday, too. I was harsh with you. I know you would never hurt me intentionally. I should have talked with you. I should have at least tried to understand you. Or called ahead and warned you I was coming! Now, I've just made your problems worse."

"I love you Trowa!" Quatre said as he tightened his hold on Trowa's hand. Their exchange last night still haunted him.

"I know, Quatre. I love you too." He ground his face into the soft golden hair. "I simply had to come."

Then, Quatre told Trowa everything that had happened from the start- from his sister's illness to his engagement with Nada.

"Everything happened so quickly that I didn't even have time to think properly. I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you anything. You were right yesterday. I should have at least informed you. Right now, I don't know what to do. I'm at a loss," Quatre said. "I want to do the right thing by my family and honor my father's last wishes, but the cost! Leaving you was terrible, but to think that there was no possible way to be with you again... it's unbearable! Unthinkable!"

"You came for job training, not to get married. All this extra's been loaded on you. Yeah, you're in a very difficult situation, but it's you who has to make the decision and quick!" Trowa said. "I - I don't want to cause you more worries. But you have to decide fast what you'll do. I know it's awful, but you have to do it. And one more thing- whatever you decide, I'll always accept it. Don't forget that I love you."

Saying that, Trowa kissed Quatre's head affectionately. Quatre found tears on his cheeks, but he knew Trowa was right. He had to make a decision soon.

"Uh, hold on a minute," Trowa said. "Call. Probably, Yuy." He flipped open his cell phone without checking the ID. "Yo." He shut it off instantly. "Fuck it all again. I don't need this, too."

(o)

"Quatre! Quatre!" a familiar voice shouted.

When he regained his wits, Quatre found himself in bed with Trowa. It was dark and he'd just had a nightmare. Well, at least he wasn't yet married, he thought with a shiver running across his bare shoulders He felt the familiar sad feeling return when he realized that his engagement with Nada and everything else was still very real. After the first night apart, Quatre begged Trowa to share his bed again, and Trowa was unable to deny him when Quatre pleaded and told him that he was like a balm to his needy heart.

"Are you ok? You were thrashing and twisting," Trowa said, rubbing Quatre's back in a soothing manner.

"I dreamed that I was at my wedding. You were there, too, and you were crying. Suddenly, someone told everybody present that I was gay. Nada was crying and my sister died," Quatre whispered. He touched his face, but it was dry. "My real-life nightmares are now following me all the way into my dreams."

Trowa hugged him reassuringly, and they slept with Quatre enclosed in Trowa's arms, surrounded by his strength. When Trowa was sure Quatre was asleep, he checked the time, noted that it was an indecent time to call the Sanc area, and so, placed a call to Une's hot line to report that he'd received another phone call from the mystery caller. After that, he cuddled close to Quatre until morning.

(o)

Edwards took the call after beating the pavement in New Germany.

"Change of plans," Une snapped. "L4 stat! You'll just make the next shuttle."

He could hear his commander's secretary shout in the background, "Tickets will be waiting at the launch pad. Good luck, Agent Edwards." Carol typed, made phone calls, and kept Une informed simultaneously.

Edwards said, "Yes, ma'am!"

"The basic rule of fighting when you are one up against many is: divide and conquer. When Agent Yuy first reported, all the other agents, including Director Milliardo Peacecraft, and Quatre Winner were on Winner Corporation grounds at the beach. Now, Mr. Winner has gone to L4, alone. Agent Yuy suggested that we intercept our mystery person there, and I tend to believe his hunches."

"Oh, ah, I don't think he's alone, ma'am," Edwards said. "That last call I got from Agent Barton came from the Winner estate on L4."

Une looked at him askance without slowing her gait. "That could be both good and bad. Now they are both in danger. I doubt anyone would attempt an attack at the beach."

"No, I was there," Edward put in, remembering the wedding party and night he spent dead drunk at the guest house. The left the next morning with his date, Dorothy Catalonia.

"I was, too, and I thought the Maguanacs security was tight. I don't know about the L4 estate, but I'll assume it must be good."

"Which means that Agent Barton will be most vulnerable traveling to and from the shuttle base to the estate."

"Which is why I'm sending the four of you to L4." Une stepped up her pace to catch the elevator down. "Getting either Mr. Winner or Agent Barton to answer their cell phones and warning them of a possible confrontation is tantamount at this point."

(0)

Quatre had tried to talk to his sisters, Kalil, and even Nada, he explained to Trowa, but he couldn't get the words to come out. "I became so weak each time that I'm just disgusted with myself. Am I just fighting against my destiny? Should I simply accept defeat? Perhaps, that's what my fate is - to marry Nada."

Trowa threw his legs over the side of the bed, where they'd been lying quietly together before dinner, and pulled Quatre along. "Fresh air might help clear your head."

"Okay."

They stumbled over the thick carpeting on their way to the courtyard door. The view from the main rooms of the courtyard, with ironwork-covered windows opening into the massive atrium, was limited to a roofless inner garden. The garden was ringed by a startlingly white colonnade with archways blushing pink in the sunset. The central garden was dense with rose bushes.

"Beautiful," Quatre heard Trowa say from behind him. He felt a pair of familiar strong arms wrap him in a secure warmth.

"Each evening, the sun dissolves in an immense ocean yet each morning it rises shining and unscarred," Quatre said.

Trowa said nothing and a silence reigned.

Quatre confessed to Trowa the reasons behind his decision to marry. He gave no further defense of his actions, nor did Trowa demand any. They stayed like that in each other's arms for the last time. It was their last night together, one which they wouldn't forget.

"I'm going to miss you," Trowa said as he stared at the orange sky, "the moments we spent together, our silly talks, your irritating manner of waking up early and shaking your wet hair over me to wake me up, and the life we had. You often told me that I was a fabulous person and that you were really lucky to have me. The truth is that you're just too demanding of yourself and I've been the lucky one to have met you. Maybe you didn't realize it but you always loved me despite my shortcomings like... never doing the wash or my last episode with booze. You're a great person, Quatre," his voice trailed off and then he wiped any threatening tears and put a large smile on his face, "Sorry, I became quite sentimental. Tomorrow you're going to marry. It's going to be a great turning point in your life. You should forget everything and enjoy yourself. Do you have bachelor's parties here? You need to--"

Quatre hugged Trowa and whispered, "Don't force yourself to smile so much that the tears you're trying to hide spill out, Trowa."

"I know it would be very difficult for us to keep in contact," Trowa said in a wavering voice as he broke the embrace. "Just forget everything, Quatre, and be happy."

Quatre dropped his arms and stared at his bare feet.

"I know I no longer have the right, and the place isn't the most suitable one, but can I kiss you one last time?" Trowa asked, his voice soft and velvety.

Quatre, for the first time since he came to L4, didn't care about other people and kissed Trowa. It was the most painful kiss he'd ever had. While he tried to make the kiss last forever, he felt like a child desperately trying to cling on the hem of his nanny's apron. Before Quatre could do anything, Trowa broke the kiss and turned away. Watching Trowa's back dissolve back into the gloom of the room, Quatre felt like it was a final goodbye.

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