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"Bone Gate"Written By:Nix
Winter and LunarGeography
Rating: R Warnings: Angst, spooky occult stuff, and boys
who are not what they seemed to be. Post EW Archive: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3244342/1/
, http://www.therck.org Disclaimer: No infringement of the copyright of Gundam Wing is intended. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. Summary: After Endless Waltz, the pilots are separated by the fears of the new government. But all is not well with the G-boys. Old enemies may be pulling strings from somewhere unimaginably far behind the scenes, and old friends may not be what they seem. *xxx*: Thoughts [xxx]: Text on screen
~*Trowa*~ "Please, is Duo well? Safe? Oh, yes, it's ok to
talk. We're... Well, I don't know exactly where, but it's secure,
ne, Trowa?" Quatre was vibrating with expectation, clutching
at Trowa's hand. Trowa had to suppress a smile. Quatre wasn't giving
Heero a chance to answer his frantic questions, but he wouldn't say
anything that might interfere with the return of unfettered joy to
his husband. A black rage spiraled up into Trowa like an impending tornado. He didn't think there had been an opportunity to put a chip in him, though he suspected Heero's information was good. "We did not all work for Preventers, though. At least I did not do much for them." "Remember the physical exams we all had to take,
even for auxiliary Preventer status?" Heero gave a grim nod as
Trowa felt his fury become more solid. "L2 is more comfortable," Trowa said, smiling. "I've changed my name. I'm Fluffy Winner now. We would have waited for you, but there was a sense of urgency." "Fluffy?" Heero's look of bafflement would have been amusing in other circumstances. But Quatre was so pale, and he was gradually letting Trowa support more of his weight as they stood talking on the phone. Trowa just couldn't feel amused right now. "Quatre gave me the name," Trowa smiled, but the conclusions he was reaching kept the smile from being genuine. Duo was behaving very oddly and it didn't take much to draw a line between Duo's strange behavior and Quatre's similarly strange behavior. Duo held onto Heero's shirt; it was a child-like gesture.
"I'm glad you guys got married. You guys should be happy... I'm
sorry, Quatre. I didn't think it would worry you all that much. You
weren't very upset were you? I mean, I didn't mean to upset you. I
just, I just was, it was like I was getting headaches and I couldn't
think and I ... I don't know... I just, uh," Duo said, shrinking
just a little bit farther behind Heero. "I didn't mean to hurt
you, ever." As Duo spoke, Trowa noted Heero's hands clenching and unclenching until Heero reached around to pull Duo close to him. He tucked Duo's head under his chin and stroked the short hair and trembling back. Duo still was trying to hide from the camera – which gave Trowa more fuel for his fire -- so Heero ended up with his back to the vidphone, Duo held close to his chest, and had to crane his neck in order to watch Trowa as he spoke. Trowa scowled. "Duo. Who hurt you like this? Heero?
We need to talk. If there was a purpose behind this, it's not likely
to stop just because Duo broke away." There was a low rumbling growl spilling out of Heero's
chest, and Trowa thoroughly approved of the sentiment. Even if it
had only been Duo that was targeted, redress had to be made. And since
it damn well seemed to involve Quatre as well... Trowa found himself
wanting to growl as well. "Where are you? If we join you they
will track you through us. We must have the tracking chips removed."
"Oh, no, Duo, it's not your fault! I've just not been feeling well, that's all. And by doing what you did, you brought us back together, so I'm not angry! Just worried, and had a bad scare, that's all." Duo's tears seemed to trouble Quatre deeply – Trowa's husband was starting to shake, and little lines of stress or pain were appearing at the corners of his eyes and between his eyebrows. It was extremely out of character for Quatre not to be offering an analysis of the situation, or suggesting plans. Extremely so. "I'm so glad you're not mad at me, Q. You got married?
I can't believe you got married! That's so wonderful! We should have
a party!" Duo paused. "I don't know if I should go out though.
I mean, I went out to get Heero and no one recognized me. Maybe I'm
just tired. I can't think real well. Heero? Do you think Quatre's
place would be safe?" "Can you have your chips removed at your current location, Trowa? It would be best to leave them functional and leave them somewhere you would be expected to gather. A Winner property, maybe. Wufei should do the same. We may wish to leave this ship as our safehouse." Heero scowled. "Can you assure the security of a local Winner property? Once you have confirmed that it is secure, Duo and I can join you. We can take precautions to prevent being recognized." "Maybe you guys could come here?" Duo offered
the suggestion diffidently. "The ship is secure. Maybe you guys
should come here? I don't know what would be safe anymore. I had it
all planned out, but I was only thinking about logistics for just
myself." "I think we need to talk to Wufei. I admit, he's
more closely tied to Une and therefore the Preventers as an organization
than we are, but... He is one of us." Quatre gave a little shrug,
and Trowa noticed how his thin shoulders shook as he did so, and how
his pallor was worsening. "He was difficult on the phone just
now, but he sounded upset, almost panicked. Earlier when I spoke to
him, he was genuinely grieving over Duo, and was fully aware of what
he owed the rest of us. He said he had information we ought to have."
Trowa thought the data must have been secure or available from another source if Heero were willing to trust possibly compromised hands with it – or perhaps Heero was absolutely certain of the security on his laptop. He was still in shock that Heero had left the computer behind. "I will request that of him. We will all rest, then confirm plans before changing locations?" "Agreed." Heero's nod was crisp. "Watch
one another's backs. I am... uneasy." ~*Heero*~ Duo wasn't as physically ill as Quatre appeared, but the similarities in both of their behavioral changes were striking. Striking and ominous. Trowa had looked stressed, but well. Err.. Fluffy. He'd been under the impression that people only changed last names when they were married. He suspected he had been misinformed. Seeing them eased another heavy weight from his shoulders. It wouldn't be lifted until they were with him in person, to touch and smell and evaluate properly, but they were together and not dead. This was good. It was only Wufei whose status was completely unverified now, and Quatre had indicated they'd been in communication. Heero turned to Doctor Kadowski, keeping an arm around
Duo's waist. "Thank you for waiting. Do you have results?"
Duo straightened in his embrace. "Don't give my stuff away, Heero! My pills are in my bunk and I will give you some, Doc. Maybe we can replace them or I can just stop taking any. I didn't like the headaches they were giving me anyway." Duo smiled up at Heero then, taking away some of the sting of his chiding words, as well as a considerable fraction of Heero's cognitive capacity. Duo had the best smiles. Heero knew Duo didn't like it when he was autocratic
– but there were some things he would not compromise on. "It
is your choice to take replacements or not. But I do not want you
taking any pills those people gave to you any longer." Duo offered a smile -- bright, open, topped with violet
eyes full of love. "Yeah, we can eat in the room," Duo wiggled
a brown eyebrow. "We were having a conversation, if I remember.
Important conversation." Heero was blushing. Or flushing. Whichever was more
appropriate to being teased by his Duo, with that utterly open look
in his eyes. Heero hoped his own eyes were even a quarter as expressive
as Duo's. He doubted it. All his eyes had ever effectively expressed,
so far as he knew, was anger. "My weight is fine. All muscle," Duo said. "I didn't lose that much weight... just a bit of fat I put on while living the cushy life of a Preventer with an apartment to go home to. Heero, come on. I bet we could get a hold of a bathing room for a while too. Hot bath?" The bath would give him an opportunity to evaluate that
statement, Heero decided. And to further enjoy evaluating Duo... "Yeah, and I can prove that the carpet doesn't match the drapes." Duo wiggled his eyebrows and moved to take Heero's hand, to draw Heero along, moving down the unmarked corridors with easy familiarity "We have big tubs on this ship too. I spend a lot of time on this ship, like before, before the war." Heero followed. "Is this where you were trained
to pilot?" Heero wasn't entirely left out of the welcome, though. The feeling seemed to be that Duo was family and Duo had brought Heero... so Heero was family too, even if he were a little intimidating. Smiles were directed warmly toward Heero as well, although no one but Duo seemed to want to touch him. In Heero's opinion, this was just as well. He didn't like strangers touching him. As he followed Duo, his eyes were repeatedly drawn to
the rounded ass (the cheeks fit in his hands as though they'd been
engineered), to the paired arcs where neck became shoulder (the skin
there felt like peaches, fuzzy and smooth at the same time), and the
tiny shadowed hollow at the top of Duo's neck, right before the hair
began to spill down (Had anyone ever seen this part of Duo before?
Heero wanted to claim that hollow as his alone, and explore the contour
with his lips and tongue.) Duo closed the door and smiled at Heero. "We're safe here, Heero. As safe as anywhere in the Earthspere. Now we can talk, talk about what ... about, god damn, you had a tail! Are you sure you're okay?" "A little tired, still, but I am much better after
having had those sports drinks. Not shaky anymore." Duo obliged. Heero stared at the pale chest that was
revealed to him, captivated by the pink points of Duo's nipples, by
the dark hollow of his navel. And bracketing it were the faintest
shadows where Duo's hipbones protruded slightly, and he wanted to
follow those twin curves down, so see where they met, where Duo's
cock would be standing. He should be evaluating Duo's condition, to
see if Duo's claims about his weight loss were true. He should be
searching for the scars from Duo's self-inflicted injuries, so he
could detect any additions. But for all that he was captivated by
single features upon Duo's body, he couldn't manage anything like
a clinical appraisal. There was just the sensual whole that was Duo.
~*Wufei*~ He chose to accompany Une to the Preventer branch office before he went to the Winner suites. He wasn't at all certain that he'd received all the relevant information from the vidphone briefing en route, and cherished a hope that they'd found something new. Preferably Yuy's location, rather than a trail of bodies he might have left behind him. It was the right choice to make, because he was able to stop the IT department from trying to hack Heero's laptop. Which Heero had left behind at the morgue. He rubbed his temples. Winner had been right. Leaving Heero alone here to do whatever investigating and... He sighed and faced up to the situation like a man. Leaving Heero alone to investigate and carry whatever retaliation he felt necessary would have been dishonorable. Leaving Winner and Barton to contain Yuy would have been an act of cowardice. He held the silver case gingerly, not putting it entirely beyond Heero to have equipped his favorite piece of technology with a self-destruct of some sort. The idiots had been trying to crack the first layer of protection with a password-bypassing program designed by Yuy himself. He'd explained the folly of this action to them in very small but pointed words. At length. Just in case they hadn't taken his point, he'd taken the laptop with him. Yuy would want it back, and he didn't want to see Preventers L2 HQ blown up by a hacker's misstep. Not quite. Not yet. By the time he'd returned to the conference room that had been converted into Une's office, she'd finished speaking with the L2 top brass, and was sitting alone at the desk. Ready to tell her that he was going to have the chip removed whether she and Senate approved or not, he was caught by a sense of wrongness before the first word was uttered. She had her back to the door – What was she thinking? -- and her posture was rigid. On the desk in front of her was a vase of flowers; roses, it looked like, dark red ones. That was odd. The Preventers were not the sort of organization that would waste money on decorating, and even if some idiot thought the arrival of the Commander justified an attempt to make the building more attractive, roses were far too extravagant. They sent the wrong sort of message Was one of the local agents attempting to court Une? Perhaps to avoid a reprimand for the bumbling at the scene of Maxwell's...? If so, he hadn't done his homework, because there was no way the roses wouldn't remind her of Khushrenada. Frankly, they didn't make him terribly comfortable either, and it didn't help that Une had yet to acknowledge him hovering in the doorway. He entered, closing the door behind him, feeling an unpleasant sense of deja vu. "Commander?" He was ignored, again. She was staring fixedly at the roses, hands clenched into fists on the table in front of her. Her breathing was fast and shallow. The cloying scent of the flowers was filling the room, and Wufei felt his stomach twist in nausea. The last time he'd smelled that scent, there had been the clash of blades and the burning humiliation of having his life spared, of being found unworthy of an honorable death. "Commander!" He didn't know what memories held her trapped or where in time she was lost, but they could not afford to have her break again as she had on Earth. He couldn't afford it. He laid a hand on her shoulder. How long had it been since he touched another person outside of a sparring match? Or an emergency? It was a ridiculous question to have sprung to mind, and furious, he banished it from his head. This was an emergency, of sorts, and that was the only reason he was touching Une. Touching the Commander. A long moment, and her eyes moved to focus on him. Her lips shaped the word 'Chang,' but there was no breath behind it to give sound to his name. Then she inhaled, a pained gasping noise, and she curled in on herself, chin to her chest, and her hands pressing between her breasts. The motion reminded of him of Winner's attacks, when his space heart caused him pain, and he recalled how Barton had touched Quatre, looked him in the eye and spoken softly, grounding him. The laptop hit the cheap carpeting with a dull thud as he reached with both hands to lift Une's face, to direct her eyes to him. His fingers brushed her cheeks as she straightened of her own accord, and an inexplicable, horrifying sense of wrongness held him frozen. It was a moment out of his nightmares, and he was certain that in a moment the person before him would cease to be Une, and that the face that was tilting up to view him would be Treize's. So certain he was of the impending transformation that when the eyes that met his were brown, Une's rich brown, it jarred him out of his paralysis. With a cry – certainly not a shriek, just a noise of startlement, that was all – he jerked backwards, hitting the wall behind him. "Did I scare you, Wufei?" His voice was still lost in the nightmare-terror. It's Une, he told himself. Just Une. Just Une. Just Une. "I must apologize." The posture of the woman
in the chair was perfect, the military exactitude he associated with
Une. But she was resting her elbows on the chair arms, and steepling
her hands before her face in a gesture he'd never seen her use before.
"I was distracted when you entered, a most unforgivable lapse.
The situation before us – well, let us say it was handled without
the proper degree of elegance." It was Une before him. But the smile, full of amused superiority, that wasn't Une's. The tilt of the head, that wasn't Une's. The smooth-toned sensual speech containing too many unnecessary words, that wasn't Une's either. It was madness to think so, foolishness, but all these things belonged one someone else's face. Was he dreaming? Was this all one of his nightmares? He wanted to wake up. "You pilots deserve better than Maxwell's end. That was not a fitting death for a warrior, much less one of the greatest warriors of our time." He forced his knees to take his weight, pushed away from the wall. He was not going to allow this unreasoning fear, this ridiculous nightmare-inspired delusion, to unman him. He was Chang Wufei, and he could manage his Commander's shifts in personae. He had thought she was cured of them, but he had apparently thought wrong. He needed to consult with someone, to determine if he was overreacting to a small shift in behavior, probably brought on by the recent tragedy. Yes. He needed to consult with Yuy, Barton, and Winner, and they would assure him he was overreacting. Yuy. Laptop. Check. He bent down to pick it up. "I will see to it that appropriate action is taken, Wufei. I regret what has happened, most deeply. Rest assured that I will look into the situation and make remedy. Gather with your fellow pilots, my friend, and give Maxwell a send-off appropriate to a fallen warrior." "Ah... Yes. Yes, I'll do that, Commander." Right. Go to Winner's suite. They would find Yuy, and he'd realize this was all a delusion brought on by stress. He overrode the instinct to back out of the room, but couldn't find it in himself to offer his back to the Commander, so he ended up exiting the room with an awkward sideways shuffle. He closed the door behind him with a sense of relief that did not befit a son of the Dragon Clan. On his way out, he asked the guard at the post about the roses. "Oh, no, no, we don't have that sort of thing around. Are you crazy? We don't have the budget for reliable phones, forget flowers. Crighton said some guy delivered them earlier, for the Commander. Didn't say who they were from. She got a boyfriend back on Earth or something?" Wufei informed the man that the Commander's personal
life was not either of their business. He asked what florist had provided
the roses. "Dunno. Wasn't my shift. The guy would have signed in, if you want to check to log." Wufei scanned the data pad. There were multiple deliveries that arrived earlier that morning – office supply stores, inter-colony package delivery, data courier services – but no deliveries from any florists. He scanned the list of individuals who had logged in – there were many, and most of them had indicated a particular agent with whom they had an appointment. There was only one name that had no company or appointment associated with it, and Wufei took note of it – Peter Cromwell. The name seemed familiar, somehow. ~*Duo*~ A bath! Duo grinned. He'd been just slightly worried, for no reason that he could really pin down. At least Quatre and Trowa didn't hate him for what he'd done. And Heero! Duo almost felt like he was in a dream. Heero was being so nice. He almost felt as if it couldn't be real. He'd rested though, just gotten up a few hours before he had gone to find Heero. Duo really needed some time to think, but he didn't want to be alone to do it. Heero was talking so much, talking about his past, and Heero never talked about any of this stuff before. It was amazing, but he could hear and see how difficult it was for Heero to do this – he was getting stiff -- not in a good way! -- and talking in that robotic monotone. "I love you, Heero," Duo said, wanting to bring Heero back to the warmth and away from the programming. "I think you're so beautiful, like this now, and in the other form too." Duo moved close, kissing Heero's shoulder, then down toward a nipple. "I love you so very much." Duo shivered. "I've never wanted anyone like I've always wanted you. You've got such beautiful eyes and I always felt like you were the only who would really understand me." "I don't understand you at all. I am trying, though." Duo could feel Heero's heart pounding beneath his lips. Heero brushed a quick kiss against his neck. Duo was fairly sure his neck was the most sensitive part of his body. Duo's moans were soft though, fluttering, hushed by instinct, even though this room was soundproofed and made for intimacy as well a bathing. Heero's voice was equally quiet. "Would you take off the rest of your clothes? I... I would like to look." "Okay," Duo whispered, shifting his pants off, nervously brushing the bits of hair back which had found their way to his face. He didn't have anything on under his jeans and he'd pushed his shoes off as soon as he was through the door of the bathing room. He blushed, shy and self-conscious. "You want to look because you... uh, like to look, or because you want to take inventory of me? Heero, I'm not so head bent as to actually do myself any kind of long lasting harm. You've got more self inflicted scars than I do. You trust me, still, right?" "I trust you. I am worried still. I should be..."
Heero swallowed hard. "Should be evaluating your status, but
I cannot. You are too... I cannot see you as something to evaluate.
I can only see you as someone I want to look at. Want to touch. Someone
amazing. I..." "Yeah," Duo whispered, "I'd like that." Sex felt different this time. It wasn't as if he'd never had sex, but this time, here with Heero... Duo laid a hand on Heero's bare belly. "So who
do you think will be top this time?" Duo grinned. It was said
as a joke, a slight challenge, and brought light into violet eyes.
The mood and intensity from the tunnels was back, no hesitation, no
being self conscious. ~*Heero*~ "Damn straight," Duo said, moving closer, a hand sliding around to cup Heero's ass. "Heero, I like being bottom. I think it feels good and I'd really love to have you moving inside me." Then, as if his mind were just clicking, "Has anyone hurt you that way, Heero?" Warm. Firm. Duo's hand was on his ass, and somehow that
touch was making his cock throb unbearably. Duo's cock was in his
hand, and he was stroking it, hot suede shaft and slick tip, when
Duo moved closer, causing him to give it a firmer, faster pump. Duo
liked being bottom and wanted to have Heero's body slide deep inside
his own, wanted to be impaled on Heero's cock, and oh, gods, he wanted...
"Bite me again. Oh, Heero! Not as hard as that
time, but just nibble me, Oh, wow, yeah, come on, Heero," Duo
panted, "We need oil. By the bath, and there's towels, we can,
ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhh!" There was a moment of nothing but panting,
then: "Lay one on the, aaahhhh, ground!" Perfect. Those gasps and catches of breath, they were
perfect. The flower-petal texture of the neck beneath his tongue and
lips, it was perfect. The rich scent of Duo's arousal, rising from
between their bodies, it was perfect, too. Duo shivered in Heero's arms."You wouldn't hurt me, Heero. I promise." Duo pulled a little away, winking, his hand lingering over Heero's cock as he fairly danced towards a stack of towels and waterproof yoga-style pads. It was seconds only as he threw one on the ground and a towel over it. He grabbed a bottle of oil and dropped to his knees. "Let me take you in my mouth? Kiss you here," Duo asked, fingers reaching for Heero's cock. Knees failed at the question, and without the slightest
hint of grace, Heero fell, landing on his hands and knees. "Touch me, Heero, any way you want to. Anywhere," Duo said, voice warm against Heero's belly as he said anywhere. The tip of Duo's tongue trailed down over Heero's belly, and he blew in Heero's curls. Then Duo went back to gentle, loving tongue-caresses along the vein of Heero's shaft, swirling his tongue around the head. The muscles in Heero's belly rippled with each caress,
each breath of air. He remembered what Duo had said earlier, and placing
one hand behind him to brace him, ran the other through that short,
blue hair, making sure to touch Duo's sensitive nape. Duo held Heero at the back of his throat, suckling, stroking, and then he pulled back. "I love the sounds you make, Heero. Love the honesty of them, the uniqueness of them. Tell me how you want to do this? Do you want to lay down and I'll slide on to you? How would it be perfect for you?" How could Duo be so coherent, so fluent, when he was
unraveling into nothing more than a need to thrust, to stroke, to
taste and hear and smell? Duo leaned forward, looking over his shoulder. "Never leave you," Duo moaned, wiggling his ass, slowly, inviting, "Oh yes, Heero, I want it, please. It'll be hot, feel good." Duo arched his back. "I love you! Oh, I want you! Heero! Please! Hold me while you take me, tell me you love me and you'll never change your mind?" Checking that his forefinger was still slick, Heero
pressed it inside of Duo. He could feel Duo relaxing, allowing him
entrance. Willing. Opening. Yielding. Duo went to his elbows. "Please, take me? I'm ready for you, I want to hear you making those sounds again, feel your arms around me. I want you to pound me till I cum! Please, Heero, Please?" Duo reached back, as though he were trying to find his
braid, and froze a moment as loose, short hair met his fingers. He
paused, took a deep breath. "I'm so glad I'm here with you! It's
more important than anything!" "Heero, hold me, please! I'm yours, always yours!" Duo thrust back as he spoke. Duo's push back made Heero arch his back, and another
choked cry fought up from his belly. Panting loudly, uncaring, he
slid out, the grip of Duo's ass delicious torment to his cock. He
drove back in, smooth and forceful, then laid forward, chest against
Duo's back. He wrapped one arm around Duo's chest, used it to brace
himself as he pulled his hips back and thrust forward, forcing his
way deep into Duo again and again. At the deepest moment of each plunge,
he heard himself make a noise, sharp and guttural. He wrapped the
other hand, still oiled, around Duo's cock, and hoped Duo was at least
half as excited as he was, because he was not going to last long.
"Could melt into you, Heero, live forever like this. I love you! For so long! Hard! Fast, God,Heero! So good!" Words were beyond Heero. He felt everything begin to
squeeze tight, low in his belly, hot and heavy. His grip on Duo tightened,
as his thrusts became short, fast, brutal. He indicated his love,
his promise to remain, the only way he could think to at that moment
-- biting down on Duo's neck again, re-enforcing the mark he'd put
there mere hours ago. ~ * ~ Chapter 11 |
