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"Wild Child"Written By: Karen The Huntress Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its
characters Rating: NC 17 Warnings: language, lemon Pairings: 1x2, 2x1 Feedback: Always appreciated and answered "Wild Child" "DAMN!" the Alliance soldier swore, clutching his hand punctured with bite marks deep enough to ooze blood. His patrol partner leveled an SR42 assault rifle. Night
vision scope set on maximum range, he scanned a narrow passageway
where the gnawing gutter rat vanished into the gloom. ****** Various species of vermin were plentiful in the Lagrange Point Two Colony. Not all problematic pests were four-legged. Bipedal residents also shared the squalor. Destitute men, women and children inhabited litter-strewn slums, eked out meager existences and subsisted on dregs society deemed unfit for anything but trash. However, one breed was acutely distinct from the impoverished populace—the orphaned wild child. These forsaken children roamed the fringes, led by the toughest person with resourceful street smarts. The pack did whatever necessary to stay alive. Picked locks for shelter. Scavenged food. Many sold their bodies. Cunning. Stealthy. Dangerous. Gutter rats fought a desperate battle for survival against hunger, disease and despair. A deadly game of predator versus prey. This night a grocer fell victim to the feral warriors. Alliance enforcers arrived as seven scruffy urchins sprinted away with armloads of pilfered products. Orders to halt were ignored. Rifle shots sent young thieves scurrying in different directions. Soldiers gave chase. One agile girl, waist-length hair and long, lean legs perfect for speedy escapes, darted down a narrow passageway. Surprisingly, when a wary pair of armed pursuers entered the restricted space their objective defiantly stood her ground. In hopes of submissive surrender, one solider leveled a SR42 assault rifle. "All right, missy, behave and you won't get hurt." Wide eyes, shades of blue more akin to violet, exhibited no hint of fear. "I ain't a girl you stupid bastard." the male announced boldly. Despite the disparaging comment concerning his lineage, the soldier advised, "If you don't want trouble come along peacefully." "You'll get trouble if ya mess with me." was warned with piss and fire insolence. "Cheeky brat. You got a name?" "Duo." "Just Duo?" "That's all the name I need." The Alliance lackey grabbed Duo's arm and learned a
painful lesson about messin' with a gutter rat. ****** Wing Zero pivoted, fired a Buster blast. Three Taurus suits exploded into fireballs. "02 pull back!" Heero Yuy ordered. Deathscythe Hell ignored the command to retreat, instead the demon wing Gundam charged a mob of Mobile Suits swarming like angry hornets. Once again Duo Maxwell fought for survival. This time traitorous politicians and military leaders, whose thirst for power could only be quenched by the Colonies' absolute capitulation, orchestrated the deadly game of predator versus prey. The self-proclaimed God of Death arced his twin beam scythe, swept down in a fluid motion that would've made the Grim Reaper envious. Mock-human machines, arms and legs amputated and severed torsos entombing pilots, drifted soundlessly in the cold vacancy of space. One final slice. A decapitated Taurus spun away into the ebony infinity where life may end but the soul journeys on forever. Heero's grainy features materialized on Deathscythe's monitor screen. "Dammit Duo! Do you have a death wish?" garbled through static interference. The smoke-smudged face flickering on Zero's screen could've belonged to any young man, but the long chestnut braid draped over a harnessed shoulder betrayed any notion of naïveté. Contrarily violet eyes still mirrored a trace of innocence. Duo tilted his head, grinned, and gave the same response
when anyone questioned his "charge into the fray" attitude.
"Just a whim of Fate I've lasted this long. Might as well go
out in a blaze of glory." ****** Naked, on his back, legs flared and groin ablaze with passion, Heero Yuy twists up fistfuls of tangled bed sheets. Guided by feral instincts homed on L2 streets and shrewd intuitions acquired in battle, Duo Maxwell pilots his lover to the edge of ecstasy then skillfully maneuvers Heero passed the point of no return. Hand tunneled around Heero's engorged manhood, Duo strokes in time to rocking hips. "Come for me." is ordered huskily. Heero shivers. United in body, bonded in soul, two shooting stars set the heavens on fire. Seeds surrendered. Sated. "Love you." Duo whispers. Heartbeats synchronized, Heero declares, "Love you too wild child." OWARI Wild Child--Karen Hickman--December 2016
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