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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: Pagan + Wu Fei + Duo Notes: Challenge 78. Baby Series 2 #247. Takes
place immediately after Time To Remember
Let Us Discuss Duo stared at the old man, unable to believe he had heard right. For all the world it sounded as though Pagan did not care they sought to interest the King in a homosexual relationship. Nor did he seem to have a problem with both of them pursuing the King. In fact, it almost sounded as though he advocated such an arrangement. Wu Fei sat opposite him, staring as though Pagan had grown three extra heads. No, with Chang looking like that, Duo was pretty sure he had not imagined it. This could lead to interesting possibilities, he mused. If they did not need to tiptoe around Pagan they might be able to advance their cause considerably. With the old man giving them the nod they might even be able to worm their way into the King's bedchamber… No, he decided, that would be rushing things a bit and he had little doubt Pagan would be against rushing headlong into disaster. That was what this little talk was all about. “Do you have a problem with anything I have said, gentlemen?” Only Pagan could stand there and look like a halo floated above his venerable grey hairs. Duo repressed the urge to snicker. Two tufts of hair were standing up and looking remarkably like horns, but he was not about to chance his hide annoying the man. He thought Pagan might be in a good mood, though it had not seemed so initially. The heavy brows and the bushy moustache hid a great deal, but Duo was fairly sure the butler, who was so much more than a butler, was smirking. Not much got by Pagan. “I feel like I’m falling head long off a cliff here.” “It does not do to remain stagnant, Mr. Maxwell. One must precipitate change periodically, lest rust settle on old bones and unused intellect.” Duo could not help the grin, or the quiet snicker which escaped him. He knew there was a reason why he liked this old man and he relaxed, knowing he was not about to be drawn and quartered. He was not dumb enough to miss the opening to a more relaxed discussion. “So you don’t have a problem with us courting Blondie then?” A quiet sigh and the old man loomed over Duo. Energy seemed to crackle in the air, with Pagan as the undisputable source. “Listen well, Mr. Maxwell, I do not like to repeat myself. There is no Blondie. His Majesty King Milliardo Peacecraft. In less formal times, Sir or Sire, or if you must, My Lord. In more intimate times, Milliardo, or for a favoured few, Zechs… but not BLONDIE! Do we understand each other?” Duo blinked, wondering when he had ever considered the old man to be mild mannered. “Ah, yeah.” “While we are at it, let us discuss the designations ‘Sex on Legs’ and ‘Sexy Zechsy’, shall we?” ~ * ~
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