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"Baby Series 2"Written By: Karina
Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the
Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 68. Baby Series 2 #209. Takes
place approximately at the same time as Socially Acceptable.
Duo's Will It was good Heero had arrived and given them a mission. He needed to think about something other than the requirements of propriety. Maxwell could kiss. He would have liked to approach Milliardo and discover if he knew how to kiss. Stupid thought, he blushed. The man had had a lover, though he knew Milliardo and Kushrenada had not long enjoyed each other in the physical sense. He assumed it was one of the reasons Milliardo was wary of physical contact. Noin had had no qualms about getting her hands on the body he had been admiring from across the swimming pool for months now. She alone had had the time and opportunity to savour every inch of him. While in Oz no doubt she, like Kushrenada and Milliardo, had been required to practise sublimation, suppressing sexual behaviour and turning their energies to serve the organizations ideal. The time he could be Zechs, free of the constraints and proprieties of protocol and was able to be a husband and lover had been all too brief. He was now Milliardo and King, bound by convention, forced to remember the eyes watching which might not be seen, the ears listening for every whispered word. The scandal sheets loosely termed newspapers and magazines would be only too eager to reveal to the world anything that might be construed to be an intimate encounter. The touch of a hand to his arm might be portrayed as a lover’s caress, a whispered comment from an aide might be lovers whispering sweet nothings. Anything, no matter how innocent, might be taken for consumption of the masses, touted as sexual and scandalous. Royalty did not lend itself to easy love affairs. Duo was not about to let him forget he had tasted what would become forbidden wine when he became The Chang. Duo was not about to let him turn from the idea of courting Milliardo and intended to be an active part in that courtship. How many times had he wanted to turn a light touch on Milliardo’s shoulder into a caress down that waterfall of moonlight he called hair? How many times had he fought the urge to press the king back into deeper shadow and draw his head down to savour the taste of him? All very natural things a prospective lover would desire and all forbidden for the sake of propriety. Even had one of them been female in this courtship, it simply was not done. His hands had constricted around the disks and he forced his fingers to relax. It was no use dwelling on the forbidden. Provided they were discreet they would make progress. Duo simply would not permit him to give up on either courtship. He had enjoyed the way Maxwell tasted and felt pressed hard to him. He felt the need to get closer to Milliardo. Would they be able to make a threesome work or was it doomed, despite Duo’s will? “As Duo would say, this sucks.” End
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