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"The Pet Project Series "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, shounen-ai, rated for language and
suggestiveness Pairings: 1x2,3x4,5x6 Summary: The GW boys use pets for matchmaking purposes. In this last story, Duo and friends deliver Quatre and Trowa a well-intended Christmas gift, the kind that keeps on giving. A/N: This is for Waterlily's birthday, she who
is the master of Wufei/Zechs pairings. Thanks for editing, Snowdragon! "The Pet Project Series " Part 1
"Don't come in!" I paused at the door and listened closely. The muffled scratching and whining noise intrigued me, but did not seem alarming. I'd never heard Wufei shout in the house or order me around, and that disquieted him, but the tenor of his voice gave away no sign of impending peril. Choosing caution over immediacy, I cracked open the ancient, solid Sanc Red Oak door. "Darling?" "Zechs, I'm sorry. It's okay now. Trowa has her now." Wufei sounded a little breathless, arousing, certainly, but what he'd said piqued my curiosity further. Her? Or was it the Trowa part that confused me more. I could not recall his wartime comrade, Trowa Barton, having visited my home before-- no, not to my knowledge, never before. Wufei had fascinated me from the start. He and I had met at a Winner holiday party; met all over again, I should say. He was the youth who'd so captured Treize Kushrenada's attention. From all accounts, my superior killed himself, but he'd used Wufei to do it. I always wondered if it was to mask how he'd taken the coward's way out? Chang Wufei was no coward. He hadn't demurred when Winner teamed us up for one of his silly party games. As it turned out, he and I both had heads stuffed full of trivia and won. He'd been a scholar before being forced into uniform to fight for his clan, he admitted. His clan was squashed, but not by me or my men, thankfully, and he was quite alone now, something I planned to do something about. So far we'd dated for three months, and last night was the second time he'd spent the night, this time staying over and waiting while I attended to a Peacecraft duty. In my parting remarks this morning, I'd told him how much I wanted him move in, and pressed him to say "yes". He had been stubbornly hesitant and said "he'd think about it". I'd been waiting all day to see him-and now this. I opened the door with more caution than required, giving me time to think, to imagine what the scene in front of me might be. Crazed war victim seeking vengeance, possibly? The soldier in me told me to be primed for action. What I saw wasn't what I'd imagined. There sat the slender Trowa boy all grown up now and holding a small squirming dog or large rat. Dog. It yipped and whined. Trowa tossed his bangs aside and smiled. "Hi, this is Greta." I looked to Wufei for an explanation. Although I'd heard the Chinese consumed dogs, Wufei had never mentioned dog luncheon meat in the L5 sector, so I didn't think 'Greta' was intended to be eaten. Why, then, was she here in our house? "Cute. Yours, Barton?" "Actually, I was hoping-" My love rather rudely cut off his sentence. "She's so small she could sleep in one of your shoes." Wufei's eyes glittered as he said that. I must have hardened my glance, because his past trigger-for-hire friend commented in a surly fashion, "Or get crushed underfoot." "Zechs, please, sit down." With the addition of that endearing smile, how could I not comply with my irresistible lover's wishes? "Trowa volunteers at the animal rescue, did I tell you?" "No. How community-oriented you've become," I told our guest, who was getting his fingers licked thoroughly. I considered sucking on Wufei's as a counterbalance, but he might consider that move crude. "It's fun. I used to work with big cats in the circus and I missed the contact. The Winner Corporation community outreach program got me hooked up." Barton speaks! My surprise must have shown, because his flat expression turned into a noticeable smirk. I thought I'd take my own stab. Why must it always be a battle between me and Wufei's little friends? "I imagine that's good for the company newsletter." I knew how good publicity relations worked in business just as I knew he'd been placed in a cozy, safe, desk job by his lover, Quatre Winner. "Zechs!" Wufei turned his distain his way. "Trowa's providing a valuable service. He's not doing it so the company can flaunt its community improvement projects." "Oh course not, darling." I reached out to soothe my flustered lover, but he had his hands on that dog now. "She's destined for euthanasia at week's end." Damn Barton. Now Wufei was holding the worm. "No! How can you allow that?!" And enjoying it! "Not my rules. The animals have just so long to be adopted and then they are put on the removal list. This one was such a good girl." I couldn't bear to watch the two grown men kiss the dog. I wasn't a "pet" person. Never had one. I'd had pet projects and currently a demanding boyfriend, but no pet, per se. And there it was-a pet in my lap. "Look at those eyes," my love suggested. Big wet brown eyes staring into mine. I switched over to Wufei's equally brown, shining ones. Both pairs supplicating, pulling at my heart strings with all their combined little strengths. Trowa cleared his throat, muting a small cough, before telling me, "It's a miniature dachshund." God, it was tiny. Lying in my cupped hands, looking up at me, beseeching-I could have compacted it to golf-ball size. Greta. She stretched out her long snout along my wrist and swiped at my skin with her tongue. I suppressed the urge to wipe away the slime when she closed her eyes. "She likes you." "Looks as if she's chosen to take a nap. I should go, too. Be a shame to wake her." He meant for us to keep the animal! And for a minute scrap of time it crossed my mind that Wufei was in on this with him, but only for iota. No one could pressure my love into acting, even if it wasn't against his will. He'd never put up with being forced or maneuvered onto someone else's scheme. No, Barton was acting on his own here, although, it stank of Winner's plotting. My eyes shot over to glare at Trowa to wonder what the opposite of a "dognapper" was-- a "dog-donator" or "dogdonor"? He wore the most terribly familiar, innocent expression. "Winner's been training you." His single visible pupil contracted. I'd learned human beings had no control over that reaction, meaning that he was guilty as charged. He further contracted beneath that awful fringe of hair. Too late, Barton. Caught you and your sneaky boyfriend in your trap. I felt Wufei's hand on my elbow, distracting me and curbing my further ire and arm, lest I toss the dozing puppy at the trickster. "We have plenty of room," he said. Room? Was my love proposing we keep the dog? He wanted it? That did change the circumstances. "Time," I said with assurance, "it takes time to train and care for a puppy. I haven't-" "But I do, or might, if I lived here." "Would you now?" I hoped I'd asked that with a proper expression of hope and not the lustful leer I suspected. I heard a distant "-find my way out-" coming from the entry, but my attention remained glued to the slender, golden-skinned fingers sliding down my arm to rest on my thigh and to the rich dark eyes holding mine in a promising embrace. "I thought about it all morning. I take commitments seriously." "I know you do, that's why I asked. I do too." My free hand wrapped around to the back of his neck to fondle the leather hair tie. I used that grip to pull his face to mine. Our lips touched and I pressed harder, using my tongue to part his lips. "Yip!" "Oh, we nearly crushed Greta!" As little as I cared for the puppy, I did care for the man in my arms, and he obviously adored it. So, it was ours. Our first mutually acquired item. It was a start. (o)
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