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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 Three: It's Another Vacation"
Chapter 7
Quatre's face reflected the anguish he felt. He was besieged in multiple directions. It washed over him in tormented waves from Duo, and rolled off Milliardo with leaden weight. "You can't imagine how terrible it's been. When I got out of bed in the middle of the night, I was prepared to throw my entire life away." "Not to mention mine," Duo put in. "MINE," Quatre insisted. "I didn't jump rope this morning," he said. "Can you imagine that?" "I guess not," Milliardo answered. "I never skip exercise. I didn't eat breakfast. I didn't eat lunch." "Okay. That's a couple of things I can't imagine," Duo said. Milliardo pounded the table with a hand, making the two younger men jump. "Enough joking around Maxwell. This is serious. I hope you both know just how serious, but if not then I'll illuminate you. First, although you've come to me out of friendship for help, I'm going to make this more formal to provide you with doctor-patient protection." "I-I don't understand," Quatre said. "You are no longer protected by Preventers, Quatre. You have no gun permit. You cannot carry or shoot any firearms without one, even on L4, and you fired upon Duo. I should arrest you." "But...but...I wasn't thinking! I wouldn't have really shot him; I was trying to kill myself! And even that...not very well." Milliardo scribbled notes onto a pad of paper, tore off a sheet, and pushed it toward Quatre. "Take it. It's a prescription for you. I want you to see a psychiatrist immediately. Here's a name in Sanc of a good man. Below that is a name of another doctor on L4 for when you go there. This can all be overlooked as long as you seek the help you need." "Yes, sir, I will. I promise. Thank you. I need help and I'll get it. I will. But..." he looked over to Duo and then back to Milliardo garnering support. "Please help Trowa. See that he continues to go to his doctor for me?" "Of course we will," Duo said. "He good at going for help, you know." "Yes, but... he's been so very low lately. A-and don't tell him about this, please!" "I won't, if you do, sometime." Quatre nodded and Duo went on, "I thought he seemed depressed. Heero's with him. They're close, close enough that Trowa got Heero to see a shrink." "So, that was Barton's doing?" Milliardo asked. "I thought it was Maxwell." "Oh, no. Trowa and Heero were partners and took care of one another and helped one another find..." Quatre stopped his face twisted in anguish before he hid it in his hands. Trowa and Heero had challenged each other to go after Quatre and Duo and find happiness. But that happiness was ruined now. Quatre pulled himself together in order to listen to what Milliardo had to say, although Duo could tell he was too distraught to pay attention. "Quatre you can't avoid dealing with your emotional needs. None of us finds it easy to decide what to do with our lives, and finding love is difficult and often hard to juggle with our other needs." Milliardo leaned closer and lowered his voice. "And you aren't even twenty yet. Your personality is not fixed. You are changing and will continue to as you meet new challenges. There is no reason to think your first, or even your second, love should be your last in the same way you wouldn't expect your first job to be your only one. It is possible, but unlikely." Duo shuffled his feet uncomfortably as Quatre nodded dumbly. He hadn't a thing to add, strangely, and Quatre had run out of words or feelings to express. Milliardo continued on along the same vein until he, too, came to the end of his thoughts. Quatre cleared his throat and stood as if to leave. "I think I'll leave for L4 tomorrow. Rashid can accompany me, leaving plenty of others here to maintain the cottages until you are ready to go. Stay as long as you like. I think... the sooner I begin my duties there, the better for everyone." There was no changing his mind once he'd made it up, so Duo didn't bother. He accompanied his friend around to say his goodbyes to his guests. Wufei and Sally made him promise to call them daily. Duo didn't. He knew Quatre would call him when he could. One of Rashid's men packed a bag for him, while Quatre placed a difficult call to home. Duo remained within earshot in case he was needed to intercede, also he did want to speak to Heero when Quatre was done. "Hello, Heero? Yes. I'm better, I guess. I wanted to say... I want to apologize for wrecking our vacation. I know... I know, but... I'm leaving. Yes, L4 tomorrow. I should go back to the house and talk to Trowa in person, I know, but I'm not going to. I'll send one of the Maguanacs around for any of my things I might need but, frankly, I'll probably just buy what I need on L4 and leave it there. Yes! Certainly, if he's willing to talk to me. Okay, I'll tell Duo. Thanks, I'll hold." He turned to where Duo was sitting on the stoop looking out to sea. "Duo, in a minute, Heero would like to talk to you." Duo waved backwards over his shoulder, but didn't move. He let his mind race across the sand and dive into the waves. He swam with the fishes far out to sea. If he couldn't have fun at least his imagination could. Anything to avoid overhearing Quatre tell Trowa goodbye. Duo rested his head on his folded arms and mourned the passing of another stage of his life. (o) Duo was a wreck by the time Quatre and Rashid left for the shuttle port, so Wufei took him running. They pounded the hard-packed sand by the water's edge, danced through the rippling tide, and hopped the tiny waves as they skirted the coastline. They saw no one and marked the passing of time by the dropping of the sun. Duo would have run until he dropped, but Wufei turned him and they ran back, hitting the boardwalk, along which all the Winner estate cottages sat, before sunset. Wufei led him up to the door where Sally stood, a bottle of water in each hand. "Would you look at you two," she said. Duo brushed his bangs out of his eyes and studied Wufei, the dark glowing skin, the slender, well-muscled thighs, abs, shoulders and arms. It was one deadly, hot body. He licked his dry lips as his mind played tricks with him and he imagined kissing and licking the sweat off his friend's body. He quickly met Sally's eyes and took one of the bottles, smiling nervously, knowing she had to have seen his response to her husband's lean, fit form. "Thanks," he said. Wufei quickly scanned Duo for missing appendages and, seeing nothing out of line, he reached for the other bottle, and asked, "What is it woman?" "You're both all sweaty and smelly and it's almost dinner time. Heero and Trowa are back. Trowa is visiting with Jimmy. I think the boy will be staying with him in his cottage—very exciting for Jimmy and, naturally, good for Trowa. That little boy just adores him. Anyway, git! Heero is waiting for you, Duo." "Then I'd best take my dirty body over there—where it's appreciated," Duo said, grinning on his way out. "And it's a pretty cute little body, but I have my own special boy to play with!" Sally cried out behind him and giggled girlishly at Wufei's snort. "You'd best come with me, wife," Wufei mock-growled, "so I can keep your eyes off my friend." "I think the problem is more keeping your friend's eyes off of you!" she giggled again at his aggrieved expression. "But, I'd love a shower before dinner..." Duo had one foot in the door before Heero slammed the door shut and yanked him to the bedroom. The hunger in his eyes and the strength of his grip nearly unmanned Duo. "I thought I'd take a shower?" Heero pulled him into a hard kiss, deepening it as Duo opened his mouth submissively. "After." "After?" "After we fuck." "Oh, okay..." "Strip." Everything Heero had been before the mission- domineering, possessive, jealous- he had become a more extreme version after. It was as if his personality had been stretched to its furthest extent and now snapped back into place more pumped than ever. Yes, he'd left Duo with Quatre overnight, which had been another stretch. Now he needed to assert himself into Duo's psyche, and being a sexually active young male he used sex as a means to achieve his goal. Duo knew all this and accepted it; at least he would a while longer. He hadn't reached his breaking point and he was still sexually charged from the mission and used to preening and advertising his body, so performing for Heero was really no ordeal. He glowed with pride as Heero's eyes raked over his exposed body, especially when Heero hissed through his gritted teeth moments before he dropped to his knees and began laving his cock. Duo leaned back on the bed for support. He knew he wouldn't last long. Heero wasn't into foreplay tonight. He was focused on bringing Duo to orgasm as quickly as possible. Duo understood this and didn't mind this time. He could take it like a man, he thought with a smile. Heero was fitting him and a shower in before dinner, and Heero stuck to his schedules. Heero pushed and Duo fell backwards onto the bed relaxed from his ministrations. He parted his legs and Heero prepared him with cool, gel-covered fingers. That's how he knew Heero loved him. Heero would never hurt him; he always made time for stretching before exercise, and he'd work in a nice cool-down period at the end as well. Heero shoved Duo's legs up and over his shoulders, his determination unyielding. Duo further submitted, taking whatever punishment and reward Heero was willing to dish out, starting with a kiss. This was not the time to start denying Heero. Duo doubted he'd have the opportunity to use the handcuffs again this trip. Heero just didn't seem to be in the right mindset. Duo pictured Heero turning the play around and cuffing him to the bed instead and shivered. "Ummmm," Heero moaned in his ear. "So good when you do that." Heero had had his appetizer. Dinner could wait a little longer. And this was without a doubt going to be the best part of Duo's day. "Love you, 'Ro." "Love, uh...!" (o) After dinner, Heero and Duo sat on the edge of the boardwalk watching Trowa patiently teach little Jimmy how to throw a Frisbee. Milliardo smiled and waited to retrieve whatever flew his way. Wufei and Sally chose to walk along the shore. For Duo, it was a test of his ability to sit still. For Heero, it was a test of his will power to make him. Heero was alert to any and all the changes in Duo's demeanor since the last mission. Duo was on edge, nervous, fidgety, forgetful, and -Heero didn't find this one bad at all—sexually receptive. The other changes, he was told, were the result of the drugs and would fade with time. Heero was surprised by the onset of forgetfulness, because Duo hadn't had that problem during the mission. It meant that Duo talked less, afraid to appear stupid or weak, Heero guessed. It was disconcerting and worried Heero most of all. He couldn't wait for Duo to heal, except, he appreciated having an oversexed boyfriend willing and able to bend over for him. That personality disorder Duo could keep. Not that Duo had really denied him much before the mission, but he was far more submissive, rarely moving to enter Heero. Heero wasn't missing that. Duo's size stretched him uncomfortably and he hadn't found the words to tell him how little he liked it. Heero knew that with time, and more skill on Duo's part, anal sex might become acceptable, but for now, if Duo was happy to bottom, Heero was satisfied. Most importantly, the only time he felt in control of Duo at all was during sexual contact. The rest of the time it was hit or miss. Lucrezia joined them carrying her baby girl. Duo's face immediately lit and he asked to hold her. The baby gurgled and waved her tiny hands in the air, reaching for Duo's raggedly bangs and reacting to his expressive face. "She likes you," Noin said. "Hi Lark," he said. He followed his greeting with coos and blinking games the baby adored. "You can get one of your own; better yet, make one with the girl of your choice, Duo." "Ah, not really, Lucrezia." Duo enunciated her first name with difficulty, Heero noticed. They had known her primarily as "Noin" during the war years. Converting Une, Noin, and Zechs into well-meaning individuals he could trust was still a reach for Heero, and the other ex-Gundam pilots, too, he guessed. "Didn't Mill tell you I'm gay?" If Duo had expected to surprise her with the revelation that he was gay, then he was about to be disappointed. Lucrezia didn't even blink. "He did. In fact, he told me something like that himself once. Tried to convince me early on that he was. Foolish young man." Heero couldn't believe that, nor could Duo, apparently. "No way! He's straight arrow. He knew about me and eventually Quat and Trowa and..." "And me," Heero broke in. "Milliardo made it clear to the rest of us on numerous occasions how he and Wufei distinguished themselves as unambiguously, heterosexual Gundam pilots." Noin stared at them both, looking them over, Heero assumed, to evaluate their features for some proof of their sexual preferences and comparing the new images with those of the terrorist fighters of her past. "You received drug and hormone treatments along with your training, but Milliardo wasn't under control of the doctors and escaped it. Maybe it wears off and you become normal. Maybe that's what happening to them." Noin tilted her head toward Trowa. "I think the war messed with you all. Teenage boys under pressure... your only trusted friends being the same... Milliardo just needed me to 'straighten' him out, and as you can see he's turned out just fine." Heero wondered now just how 'straight' Milliardo actually was. He wasn't as uncomfortable sleeping with Duo as Heero thought he should have been. Heero had never asked Duo just how far the two of them had gone. He told Duo he didn't care anymore, but that wasn't completely the truth. He just knew how painful it would be for Duo to tell him about what all he'd had to do on the mission. As Duo had said, "That guy was Scythe. I'm Duo." Maybe someday, but right now Heero could see Duo's t-shirt tighten across his shoulders with accumulating tension and Duo's building anger. "More likely," Duo said, "he's bisexual—happy with either-- like Trowa. I'm not. I know it now. And Quatre was attracted to boys before the war. It's not a passing phase." He looked down at the baby then out into the distance. "I tried."
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