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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Wu Fei + Milliardo + Duo Notes: Challenge 85. Baby Series 3 #17. Takes
place immediately after Narrow Path. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
They Would Share “Clear and bright,” Milliardo mused. “There are many festivals in the traditional culture of my people. In the past the Emperor was considered to be graced with Heaven’s light. Much has changed over time, but much remains the same. Tradition is fine in its place, but sometimes it must give way to the modern outlook. Nothing can remain static in this life.” “One does not have to cast aside all that is the past,” Milliardo returned. “In this world there is room for both; traditional and modern. They can be shaped to work hand in hand and assist, not hinder each other.” “Heck yeah. I look at the way Sanc has changed in the last year. I’m seeing more people smile, you know? Things are tough for everyone, but they are starting to smile.” Duo curled his long legs under him as he reached for a pastry. He was bright eyed and full of life and Wu Fei could only admire him and his attitude. He knew more about the young man’s past than he was sure Duo would have been comfortable with. He was sure he would not have turned out as forgiving and bright as his friend. It was good to think of Duo as a friend and it was not sounding so strange now as it had just days before. He found he wanted to see more of those bright eyes and that wide smile. //It might work out.// “That is the flash of sunshine on a cloudy day.” The King stretched slowly, head thrown back as he worked a tight muscle in his shoulder. “It is what Sanc needs, to smile again and face the hard times with the belief it will get better.” Eyes watched the graceful curve of long neck, the cascading shimmer of the silver white hair, gold highlights brought to life by the sunlight peeking through the clouds. Stretched out on the sunlounge, potted greenery making a soft backdrop, he might have been on holiday in a remote place where there was not a care in the world to disturb him. It was a rare day Milliardo had time to indulge in friendly conversation and drop the mantle of Kingship. Wu Fei fought the urge to throw himself forward and plaster his body to that powerful frame. The silk shirt strained across flexing muscles and the man’s profile seemed to summon him. He noted Duo twitching and knew he was fighting a similar battle, and, for a moment, their eyes locked. Words were not necessary. They both knew what they wanted and understood it was neither the time nor the place to jump those sexy, very unaware of his danger, bones. But one day it would be and on that day there would be no holding them. The pact between them firmed without a word being required. They could share and they would share. It was the only way they could have him. ~ * ~ |
