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"Wish Upon a Star "Written By: Waterliliylf Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. All rights
remain with Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. No profit being
made here. Rating: R Warnings: sap, angst, fluff, AU Pairings: 3x4 Summary: When you wish upon a star, it makes no
difference who you are, unless you're the heir to the Winner business
empire. So when you do find a means of escape, how long can you hold
on to the fantasy, and the man of your dreams, before reality takes
over? "Wish Upon a Star "
Bubbles: Between Quatre's insistence that he was perfectly fine alone, and Zechs' coaxing, Duo somehow found himself in Zechs' car, fifteen minutes later, hastily showered and dressed in another of Quat's spiffy outfits. Damn. He was trying really hard to convince himself that attending a film premiere – even if it was a low-budget, artsy foreign film with actors that he'd never heard of – would be fun, especially as the plus-one of a genuine celebrity. And Zechs had really wanted him to attend, so that meant something, right? It was just that he'd have preferred to go home and slob around on the couch with a take away and some dumb TV show for a couple of hours. Or to hang around Wish with Quatre and wait for Heero to get back. Especially that option. Still, wasn't going to happen. He was in his boyfriend's amazing car; passenger seat, naturally, and off to a glitzy function. Anyone else in the universe would be over the moon. Zechs was pure sex on those sinfully long legs, with his hair tied back in a ponytail to show off his cheekbones. Utterly gorgeous. He'd sent Heero a quick, apologetic message, and Heero had texted straight back to say that was fine. Which it was, of course. It wasn't like anything could ever happen with Heero; he'd be heading back to L4 once he was sure Cat was OK, and he was far too decent a guy to hit on his buddy's boyfriend. And Duo was far too decent ever to cheat on someone. Zechs was perfect anyway, all tall and aristocratic and more than aware of it. Someone you'd never think in a million years would be interested in a normal guy like Duo. All that glorious hair, and that perfect mouth and those long, clever fingers and what the mouth and those fingers could do…. 'All right?' Zechs took one hand off the wheel to squeeze his knee gently. 'This will be fun, I promise.' 'Yeah.' Duo managed a smile. 'Sorry. I'm just a bit tired.' 'Of course.' Zechs was all affectionate concern. 'I forget you were out biking with Heero this morning. Poor baby. We'll just spend an hour or so here, and then I'll take you home and spoil you a little. What you need is a nice supper and a soak in the jaccuzzi, and a massage. How does that appeal to you?' 'Brilliant,' Duo said honestly. Of course it did. Who wouldn't be totally won over by that sort of pampering by a guy who looked like Zechs? 'That's better.' Zechs' fingers squeezed, a little harder this time, and higher up his leg. 'Mmm. You're so lovely. If I didn't have to attend this shindig, I'd take you home right now.' 'I don't get why you have to go,' Duo arched back in his seat. 'You're pretty famous already, right? Everyone's heard of you.' The blond laughed softly. 'You're only as famous as your last piece of publicity. The lead actress in this is tipped for a Golden Globe in Cannes next month, and this is her first official appearance. The media's going to be out in force.' Those long, knowing fingers curved between Duo's legs. 'Just an hour, darling, I promise. It'll be fun.' It wasn't fun; it was basically the magazine party all over again except this time Zechs kept one arm firmly around Duo's waist while he talked to people. People who let their eyes drift appraisingly over Duo, and then zoomed straight back to Zechs, the interesting one. Duo gave up keeping track of names – all the guys were either called Troy or had weird Eastern European names – and tried to just enjoy the feel of Zechs against him, and glanced covertly at his watch every so often, and sipped champagne. He wasn't crazy about the taste, but the bubbles were nice. It was like he was invisible. A couple of guys flicked him an appreciative glance or two but didn't bother to speak to Zechs' property. Even the reporter who asked to interview them both for a lifestyle piece in the Sanque Times weekend supplement wasn't overly interested in Duo, except to make sure she had the right spelling of his name. 'Thank you so much, Mr. Merquise,' she gushed finally. Another one smitten. 'I do hope you enjoy the film.' Zechs laughed, allowing one hand to slide down the curve of Duo's backside. 'I'm sure it's excellent. Unfortunately, Duo and I have a prior engagement, don't we, sweetheart?' 'What the hell did you do that for?' Duo hissed angrily as soon as they were out of earshot, heading for the street. 'That was damn embarrassing.' 'What was, sweet?' Zechs looked genuinely mystified, opening the passenger door for Duo. 'You groping my ass! In public!' 'But it's such a lovely ass I just couldn't help myself,' Zechs teased, and then laughed. 'I keep forgetting you're a colonial.' He leaned over to kiss Duo's cheek. 'You're adorable when you're all prudish like this.' 'I'm not a prude,' Duo snapped, 'But I don't like being touched like that in front of half the bloody photographers in Sanque. And I sure as hell don't like you practically telling a reporter that we're going home to have sex!' 'I was rather under the impression that we were. Would you prefer me to go back and tell her we're not planning to have sex this evening?' 'Don't be stupid. It wouldn't exactly do any good after you feeling me up like that. And another thing, you told that woman all sorts of lies. I'm not an artist.' 'You most certainly are.' 'No, I'm not. It's a hobby. I'm a shop assistant, and I happen to like my job and if it's not good enough for you, tough.' Duo crossed both arms, glaring out the window. 'Oh, darling, I didn't mean that. It's not nearly good for you. You're incredibly talented. It's absurd that you're happy to spend your life working in a shop when you have the potential to be so much more. That's all I meant. You have an amazing talent, and I can't believe you're wasting it.' 'I'm not that amazing,' Duo muttered, just a little bit mollified. It was hard to stay mad with Zechs leaning over him so closely that all that blond hair was drifting against him and whatever cologne Zechs was wearing was dancing in his nostrils. 'Really I'm not.' 'You're amazing in every way imaginable,' Zechs countered, a smile in his voice. 'And what's equally amazing is that you seem to have no idea. I just want to give you a little confidence, that's all.' He turned the key in the ignition. 'Now, are you going to let me take you home and show you just how very amazing you are?' Duo shifted slightly in his seat, irritated at himself for missing Zechs' warmth pressed against him. He could go back to his empty flat and clean the fish tank and eat pizza and water the plants, or he could go home with Zechs and be spoilt a bit for once. 'I don't know where you got the impression that I was planning to sleep with you tonight,' he said finally. Zechs, utterly infuriatingly, grinned. 'Well, you did agree to come home with me after the party. And you seemed rather receptive to my advances earlier. Or am I mistaken?' Duo took a deep breath, trying to sort what exactly he did want. For God's sake, he had the most gorgeous guy in the known universe propositioning him. Anyone else would be leaping into Zechs' bed without even having to think about it. Let me make you supper at least,' Zechs offered, before Duo had a chance to make his mind up. 'If you'd rather go home after that, I can drive you. Please?' 'OK. If you really want to.' 'I really want you.' Zechs turned his head briefly to offer one of those glimmeringly smug smiles. He looked like the Cheshire cat who'd just been handed a whole carton of double cream. Then one hand had left the steering wheel to begin a slow, agonisingly purposeful exploration up Duo's leg. By the time they made it back to his house, the issue wasn't if they'd have sex but when. Zechs closed the front door behind them and lifted one challenging eyebrow. 'Can I lock up or would you still like me to take you home after supper?' 'You can lock up.' 'Ah. Perfect, perfect answer,' Zechs purred approvingly. 'I think you deserve a reward for that.' The reward was a deep, devastatingly thorough kiss, almost enough to distract him from what Zechs' hands were doing, lower down, until Zechs' mouth lifted from his and began to follow the trail of his fingers. 'Oh, God.' If he hadn't been slumped against the door frame, with both hands on Zechs' shoulders and Zech's arm latched around his waist, he would have been on the floor in a blissfully oblivious puddle. 'God!' 'Glorious.' Zechs agreed, standing up to kiss him. 'Now, we need something cold to drink, and some warm water to wash you off before I take you to bed and have my very wicked way with you. Yes?' 'Yes.' Duo said because, at that point, he was utterly incapable of saying anything else, and Zechs gave him a smile that was hovering on the verge of being a smirk. There were bubbles overflowing the bathtub; more in the champagne that Zechs poured for them both. It was like a scene out of a movie, except that Duo had somehow got one of the starring roles. 'Beautiful Duo,' Zechs planted a long, lingering kiss on his mouth. 'My beautiful, beautiful Duo. Why in the world did I leave my camera downstairs?' 'Don't even think about it. No way are you taking nudie shots of me.' 'No?' Zechs eyebrows lifted slightly. 'Well, not tonight, perhaps.' 'Not ever!' 'I never imagined you'd be so prim and proper.' 'Am not! Just not an exhibitionist like you.' Zechs laughed. 'You just need to have your horizons broadened a little, my darling.' 'My horizons are plenty broad,' Duo retorted, taking a deep breath before plunging his head underwater to nuzzle between Zechs' legs. 'Duo, enjoyable though this is, I think we should maybe take it on to dry land before we drown one another. Time for bed, do you think?' It was the fact that he'd asked that made Duo's mind up. Sure, it was a seduction, but he was going along with it more than happily, and they were two single adults and why the hell not? He wasn't a virgin, but he didn't have massive amounts of experience either. Anyone who'd grown up on the rougher side of L2 learned to be wary of sex, especially if you were small for your age, and pretty. Living on the streets of affluent Sanque hadn't been a whole lot better. There'd been at least one time where very nasty things could have happened if Trowa hadn't shown up. Duo liked to pretend he could have handled things himself but deep down he knew he'd been outnumbered and horribly vulnerable. There'd been Trowa, or his crush on Trowa, for the longest time after that, and a few almost-relationships that had never really gone anywhere for various reasons. He'd wondered, sometimes, what all the fuss was about. And now Zechs. Taking his hand and leading him up the stairs to that massive bedroom. He'd obviously planned this part; there were condoms and lube by the bed. Lilies and thick creamy candles. Very Hollywood-romance. Or maybe that was just how Zechs kept the room. Maybe the butler was responsible for keeping it like that. Time was starting to behave a bit oddly; the walk upstairs forever, but then they were magically on the bed and naked, with Zechs looming over him at the start, pressing him down and then pulling back and slowing it down so that every lick or thrust or touch lasted an infinity. Some part of his brain recognised that Zechs had probably sensed that he was a bit uncertain and was taking it very gently. He was whispering endearments the whole time, when his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied, and there were hushed commands to Duo to open his legs a little wider, or move his hips, or just to breathe at one point. He rolled off just before his weight got too uncomfortable, and wrapped Duo in his arms and kissed him. 'That was amazing.' Just in time, Duo stopped himself for saying something dumb on the lines of 'Was I really?' because he'd been feeling clumsy and inadequate for most of it, and Zechs was so … polished. 'So were you,' he said instead, and Zechs gave him one of those soft laughs. 'It only gets better, you know.' 'God, not sure if I could take better,' Duo mumbled into the other man's warm shoulder. 'Well, we'll see about that.' 'Um. OK. Sorry if I was, um, you know, I'm not very practised at all this.' 'Don't you dare apologise! I happen to like that fact that you're not very practised at all this. We all have to start somewhere, darling.' Duo lifted his head in time to catch the tail end of a rather predatory grin. 'Although, I do have to warn you that I plan on giving you lots and lots of practice.' 'That makes perfect, I hear.' Duo managed to make a joke of it, just. 'Mmm. I've heard that too.' Zechs made a tiny movement of hip and leg and suddenly there was a hard swelling pressing against Duo's thigh. 'Do you think we should see if that's true?' Just like that, post-sex snuggling became pre-sex foreplay, and not a lot of foreplay at that. Second-time round, it was less – considerate. Harder and faster with hands gripping instead of stroking and little bites rather than kisses. 'I told you, it gets better.' Zechs was impossibly smug as he found a box of tissues and started to clean them both up a little. 'Uh.' It was impossible, just then, to frame thoughts, let alone coherent sentences. 'Duo Maxwell, lost for words,' he teased. 'Imagine that. I must have been good.' Duo groped for words through a brain that was still fogged with sex and pleasure. He gulped the champagne Zechs handed him because it was cold and wet, and the bubbles fizzed straight to his brain.'I didn't actually think that last thing you did was physically possible.' 'Yoga and healthy living,' the blond smirked up at him, before pulling Duo down for a kiss. 'Educating you is going to be such a pleasure. But a nap first, yes?' 'Yes, please. I really don't think I'll be able for anything else. I won't be able to sit down for a week as it is.' 'Excellent. Then I can keep you here in my bed.' 'I have to go to work at some point.' 'You can call in sick. Or I can call Trowa for you, if you like and tell him I've abducted you and he can't have you back until I've fully explored everything single thing that I want to do with you. That may take a couple of years or so.' 'I don't think Tro'd appreciate that, somehow,' Duo grinned. 'Sorry, Zechs. He's my best friend as well as my boss. I'd rather not let him down.' 'Hmmm. If he's such a good friend, I'm sure he'd understand.' 'No.' Duo gave him a direct look. 'Apart from anything it's my job and I need the money. Would you cancel a shoot just because I asked?' Zechs smiled at him. 'Very definitely, if you asked when you were naked and in my bed. Actually, you wouldn't need to ask.' He leaned down and pressed a kiss to one of Duo's nipples. 'Maybe I should just tie you up and keep you here?' 'No tying!' 'No?' Another kiss, with lots of tongue and a little scrape of teeth, hard enough to make him gasp and arch back against the mattress. 'Don't worry, sweet. We'll keep it strictly vanilla until you're feeling a bit more comfortable with all this. Plenty of time to get more adventurous later.' 'The shop doesn't open until ten.' Duo teased, firmly ignoring the last sentences. He wasn't a prude, whatever Zechs said. He just wasn't into bondage or anything like that. Zechs glanced at his watch; an elegant wafer of gold. His eyes were gleaming when he lifted his head. 'That doesn't leave a lot of time, does it? It's almost midnight now. And I suppose I'll have to let you sleep at some point.' 'Mmm. Sleep'd be good at some point,' Duo murmured, but he was properly awake, all of a sudden, courtesy of vintage champagne and Zech's mouth brushing his skin gently. 'Oh, that's nice. Really nice.' 'This?' Zechs kissed his shoulder, lips plucking gently at skin. 'You do feel nice. More than nice, actually.' He sat up properly, against the headboard, pulling Duo up to lie against his chest.' 'Nice?' There was a little smile in his voice as he wrapped one arm around Duo's waist, the other hand reaching out to fetch a glass from the dresser. Duo nodded, tilting his head back slightly as Zechs pressed the glass against his lips. 'Yeah. You know, I'd never tasted champagne in my life 'til the party tonight.' 'That was just plonk,' Zechs said dismissively. 'They never cater those sorts of events properly.' He kissed the top of Duo's head, soft as a whisper. 'You're so lovely. I may have to reconsider letting you leave in the morning.' Duo twisted his head back for a proper kiss. 'I may reconsider it too.' He let Zechs drizzle a little more champagne into his mouth and snuggled back against him. 'This is really nice.' 'Well, I'm glad that I'm finally doing something right,' Zechs said ruefully. 'You've done quite a lot right,' Duo assured him, touched by that tiny hint of uncertainty. 'Honest. Those ritzy parties just aren't my thing, that's all. I like this though.' 'I like this too.' Zechs drained his glass. 'Shall I open another bottle?' Duo grinned at him. 'What I'd really love would be a glass of water. Or I'll have the hangover from hell in the morning.' Zechs shook one finger at him. 'Vintage Bollinger does not give one a hangover. But yes, of course I'll get you some water. Just a moment.' 'What, you're not going to ring for the butler?' 'It's his night off,' Zechs said, apparently serious. Then he laughed. 'Besides, I'm not sure if I want anyone else seeing you like that. I'll be back in a second.' It came in a tall crystal glass with ice and lime. Not just water, but some fizzy French mineral stuff. More bubbles, Duo thought hazily as he took a long swallow. Definitely a theme going on there. More than one theme actually, he decided, as Zechs that long, perfect body into bed beside him. ~ * ~ |
