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"Baby Series 2"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Pairing: Heero + Duo + Wu Fei + Zechs Notes: Challenge 23. Baby Series 2 #15. Takes place a few minutes after Cooperation and Efficiency. Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. many thanks to Dulin for her work as beta.
Opportunities //And they think I’m pathetic around Relena. Look at them. I give them the opportunity to get skin to skin with him and what do they do? Nothing.// The King’s shirt was spread before the cheerily burning fire along with both Chang and Maxwell’s clothing. Heero had taken the opportunity to strip and wrap himself in one of the blankets he had spread over Milliardo. To Chang’s wide-eyed look he had growled he was freezing and needed something to keep him warm before settling in front of the fire and snapped that he was waiting for the King’s trousers and underwear. The cabin was looking more and more like a Chinese laundry. //I suppose I can’t blame them for hesitating. Milliardo warned me to keep Relena’s reputation sacred or he would string me up by the balls for the crows to feed on in the town square.// “He has such a way with words.” “Who does?” Startled Heero glanced over at the bundle of bodies. Maxwell was just flipping the King’s trousers over his shoulder and a moment later Chang let fly with a pair of black briefs toward him. //I had not meant to say that aloud. Well that answers the question boxers or briefs.// “Yuy. What are you talking about?” “Nothing important. Rub him down and try to get his circulation going.” He took the opportunity to admire that long length of leg, the way the firelight danced over naturally pale golden skin, admired shimmering hair drying in the growing heat of the flames. He could not deny that the King had a rare beauty not entirely masculine though there was no denying that he was all male and a natural blonde. He watched Maxwell’s hands curve up and over pale gold thighs and Chang’s fingers kneed broad shoulders, the way the darker golden skinned Chang pressed a muscled thigh to the curve of pale gold waist. Maxwell was bronze in the firelight, his braid trailing over the rising curve of hip, a darker contrast to the King’s pale glory. //Were I a poet I could wax eloquent. I can’t rhyme but in poetry words don’t have to. There is a lot of gold revealed. Bronzed gold caressing dark gold framing the silver gold of moonlight. I wish I did have a way with words. I could never do this scene justice.// “He’s starting to shiver.” Chang ran a finger lightly over gooseflesh. “Blanket and get close to him.” //I wish I could see this without the blanket. Those three curled together … I wonder how long it will be before their hands begin to wander? If I had Relena naked before me I’d not be able to stop myself. I’d have to touch. Especially if no one could see me do it.// He hid the smirk by tossing another few pinecones on the fire. Perhaps if he pretended to doze off they might entertain him a little? End |
