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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: Duo + Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 146. Baby Series 3 #212. Takes
place a few minutes after Just This Once. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Fantasies It was, without doubt, the most comfortable he had felt for… for… forever? When had he last felt as warm? When had he last felt that he had not a care in the world and that the world turned without him and that was fine, it was in fact… wonderful… to feel this way. It was sure as hell wrong. There was a dull ache in his shoulder that should have NOT lent itself to this feeling of supreme comfort. There was a definite ache in his groin… and not a pleasant ache either, hell his balls felt swollen… and that sure as hell could not be called comfortable… but still, he was... comfortable. The air was warm about him and there was… a scent… close to him… yeah, that was what it was. It was the smell. The scent of him. His smell, unique to Him. "Awake?" He was there. That was what this feeling of contentment was all about. So long as He was there all was well with the world and he didn't give a flying fuck for anything else but that warm, contented feeling that was so very, very… comfortable. He could live with this feeling for the rest of his life. "Duo?" "Mmm?" Chang. His surly dragon. The one he wanted to meet him halfway and love him honestly and openly… that was what he dreamt of, but he would settle for honestly and behind closed doors. The only way things could possibly get better was if that other warm and comforting presence chanced to be there too… but he wasn't. Milliardo's scent was missing, though he was sure he could detect a faint lingering trace of the man. He had a distinct scent about him, warm, spicy, and a contained suppression like an explosion about to happen. Chang was spicy warmth, exotic, hinting at something powerful, suppressed too, not an explosion but… something else he could not quite put his finger on, waiting to happen. He would have the most wonderful nights and days to luxuriate in comfort that would make this current contentment pale into insignificance… when he could have those two powerful personalities, those two very different and perfect bodies stretched out beside him. He could run his hands freely where others dared not touch, if they dared to dream at all of touching what would be his. Ah, fantasy had such a winning way about it. It was, admittedly, only a fantasy now, a mere dream; but it would happen. He would make it happen. "Duo? You really need to wake up, my friend. You will have a visitor shortly and you will want to be as alert as you possibly can be to survive the interrogation." Visitor? What? Interrogation? He was going to have a visitor? He didn't want visitors… well, there were only two visitors he would be okay with, provided they were a sexy as hell King with to die for white gold hair and a fire breathing dragon. That was what, who, he wanted to see. They alone could visit him and feed his warm dreams… and thank god his body was not reacting to that particular fantasy because crushed balls would sure as hell give a different meaning to pleasure and pain. "Duo! Wake up." "Mmm. Comfy, Fei." "You will be far from comfortable when Winner gets his arse in here." And there went that warm and contented feeling right down the proverbial toilet. Winner? Quatre was on his way… to see him… and he had… "Ah, shit. Can't you tell him to go away? Don't want to see his ass, it ain't as sexy as yours. Not really up to visitors, Fei." A snort, amused, too close to his ear but soft and… ooohh, yeah, he could put up with the warm tickle of breath on his skin. That was nice. He'd have to file that away for another fantasy about a warm bed and a fire breathing dragon. He could use that warm tickle to ignite an earthy need to play with fire in his body. But he would much rather have the real thing breathe down his ear and waft warm breath across his neck and shoulder. "Duo. Winner is here expressly to see you. Milliardo is keeping him occupied for the moment but they will be here soon enough." "Why's he here, Fei?" There, he had lifted his head out from his nice hollow in the bed and peeked… directly into obsidian eyes that were faintly amused if he did not mistake that expression. Damn Fei looked sexy this morning. "You know Winner. He charged in here like the cavalry in full gallop demanding to know why you were hurt." "How did he… nah, don't answer that. I really don't want to know… and I don't want him to know how I got hurt either. It isn't any of his concern." "This is Winner, Maxwell. Since when has he respected the privacy of anyone regardless of whether it is any of his business or not?" "Shit." ~ * ~ |
