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"Rebuilding"Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of
its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying
me to write this. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, Language, Lemon, fluff Pairings: 4x1, 2x5x2, 3xOC Summary: Takes place six months after Surrender.
Wufei and Duo are planning their trip to L2, Trowa and Ronnie are
falling into their roles as parents, and Quatre and Heero are learning
to face the future with hope. " Rebuilding" We’re fairly open-minded people. We have no problem with people living as they want, and we prefer that they let us live as we want. I don’t have a problem with cross dressers. However, I know my lover is not a cross dresser. He’s never had any desire to dress in women’s clothing. And I’ve never had the thought or desire to see him in women’s clothing… But damn if he doesn’t look hot. ----- “This will never work.” Heero bit his bottom lip as Quatre blinked open shadowed
eyes and Grace stepped back. “Oh yeah it will, honey. “It’ll be too easy for people to recognize
me. I’m not a celebrity, but my face has been on quite a few
magazines.” Quatre stood, straightening the tight white skirt
that ended several inches above his knees. Heero raked his eyes over his lover, taking in the way
the sky blue silk top draped over his midsection teasingly. The skirt
was near scandalous. And the shoes… “How the hell are you
managing that?” “What?” “Walking in those.” Quatre glanced down to the four inch wedge heels and
flushed slightly. “A bet with my sisters when I was young. They
said I could never walk in heels.” He shrugged. “Earned
me fifty bucks.” “Is he ready?” Zechs stopped just inside the
door and whistled softly. Noin grinned. “If I didn’t know better I’d
say you were a regular with drag.” The blond glared at her. “I look like an idiot.” Zechs shook his head. “You look like a dream.” “Shut up. You shouldn’t say stuff like that,
especially in front of your wife.” Noin chuckled. “Why not? I agree with him.” Quatre looked to Heero but could tell from the appraising
blue eyes that his lover would be no help. In fact, the heat in those
eyes caused a slight stirring in the pit of his stomach; which was
not a good thing in the tight skirt. “Something you wanted to
say?” Heero cleared his throat. “You look awesome.” Quatre sent as much of a glare to his lover as he could
before crossing to the other side of the room to inspect himself in
the mirror. His one win in the transformation had been no wig, but
reluctantly he had to admit that it hadn’t helped. It would take
some serious scrutiny to recognize him as Quatre Raberba Winner like
this, but he still looked like a damn woman. “Shit.” Heero chuckled and wrapped his arms around Quatre from
behind. “You’re damn beautiful no matter what.” “Is that supposed to make me happy? Just tell me
you don’t want a woman and I’ll be good.” Heero chuckled and cupped Quatre’s length through
the thin material. “You know better.” Blue eyes rolled slightly. “Don’t do that
or I’ll bend you over your desk and do you in front of whoever
happens to not leave the room in time.” Heero bit his bottom lip. “I want you.” Zechs laughed. “You two have got thirty minutes
to get it out of your system if you need to. Then I’ll have to
come back for him.” Heero glanced at the long haired blond. “Get out.”
He slid the skirt up to reach the growing hardness between Quatre’s
legs. “I want this in me.” Quatre groaned. “We don’t have time or lube.” Heero dropped to his knees, pulling his lover’s
underwear down. “You can’t go in there like this.” He released a heady moan as he was swallowed whole.
“S-sure can’t,” he gasped. He tangled his hands in
tousled chocolate brown hair as his length was expertly teased, worshiped
and fondled. He draped his arms over Heero’s shoulders, gasping
heavily as he was brought to completion. He sagged against his lover
as Heero stood, sucking in ragged breaths. “I’m sorry. I
should have-“ “You have a mission. Get to it and get back to
me.” He smiled softly and kissed Heero quickly but deeply.
“I love you.” The Asian smirked. “You, too.” His eyes grew
serious and he pulled the blond tight to his chest. “Be careful.” “I will.” Quatre sighed. “I really don’t
want to walk through headquarters like this.” “I’ll walk you to the car.” It was still embarrassing but Quatre managed to make
it to the car without his face turning completely lobster red. Ronnie
and Trowa hadn’t been too much help as they’d ogled him
the entire length of the hallway. He fell into the SUV and looked
over the report from the usual agent who dealt with this case. It
had come as a complete surprise to him to learn that the quiet, shy
James O’Malley spent his weekends as ‘Janis’. The ride was made in relative silence. It was going
to be an easy assignment. Get in, get the information, flirt a little
– he grimaced at the thought – and get out. Noin took a breath. “I never thought I’d say
this, but, Quatre, you need to act a little flamboyant.” He looked up, startled. “What?” “You’re a very proper gentleman, but you need
to act a little more like a lady.” He shook his head and took a deep breath, closing his
eyes for a moment. Never before had he been told to act like a lady,
but he was familiar enough with the concept having been raised with
twenty- nine sisters. He released the breath slowly and looked to
Noin as he crossed his legs and propped his chin on the back of his
hand. “Is this better, honey?” She almost swallowed her tongue and Zechs clamped his
teeth shut tightly, reminding himself mentally that he could NOT be
attracted to the smaller blond. Blue eyes dragged to Zechs and full
lips smirked. “What’s wrong, sweetie? Feeling a little hot
under the collar?” Zechs cleared his throat. “You do this a little
too well.” He hummed softly. “Just don’t get any ideas.
I’m a one-man man. And remember, hon, I don’t really want
to do this, so any discomfort you go through is not my fault.” Noin looked to her husband. Every once in a while his
bisexuality caused her not a little uncertainty, but most times it
tended to work in her favor. And at the moment she was feeling it
was definitely in her favor. “It’s alright. Get him hot
and bothered, Quatre, that’ll make my night much more interesting
once we get home.” She grinned. “I can’t tell you how
much I love having a bi husband who’s completely committed to
me.” Zechs groaned. “Why are women so enamored by gay
men?” “I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that
considering you’re fairly familiar with women and gay men yourself.”
Quatre chuckled. The SUV came to a stop and he glanced out the window.
“What’s my contact’s name?” “Kent. He’ll be expecting you at the bar.” Quatre nodded and took a breath as he left the vehicle
and made his way across the street. He was a bit surprised that he
was waved in without the cover charge, but decided not to think about
it too much. He moved through the sea of bodies to the bar and sat
on an end stool. The bartender smiled. “Hey beautiful, what can
I get you?” “You wouldn’t happen to have peach sangria,
would you?” He winked. “Anything for the lady.” Inwardly, Quatre felt nerves roll in his stomach. He
really didn’t want to be there. He sipped the drink as he glanced
around the club. He felt like a fish out of water. The place wasn’t
trashy, but it was far removed from his normal life. He was sure any
moment someone would point a finger and say he didn’t belong
there. He was not the best at undercover work. “Well hello gorgeous. I’ve never seen you
here before.” He looked to the tall man and gave as sweet a smile
as he could muster. “I’m meeting someone.” He pouted slightly. “Well, if your date doesn’t
show up or it doesn’t go well, I’ll be around.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” As the man
walked away, Quatre brought his glass to his lips but didn’t
drink. “One word,” he muttered, “and you’ll regret
it.” Zechs’ soft laughter filled his ear. “Wouldn’t
dream of it.” He sipped his drink, watching as a man walked toward
him through the crowd. He had curly red hair and was wearing tight
black leather pants and an opened white shirt that revealed a black
tank top. The man came up to the bar and ordered a drink, glancing
to Quatre out of the corner of his eyes. “Waiting long?” He winked. Quatre lifted a shoulder. “Not too long. You are…?” He smirked and sat on the stool. “Kent. Cat, I
presume?” He nodded. “You presume correctly. “Damn.” His eyes raked over Quatre in appreciation.
“You’re fucking hot.” Quatre wanted to punch the man, but knowing the assignment
was more important, he forced a shy smile to his lips. “Thanks,
hon.” Quatre shook his head. “L4. You?” “Arizona.” Quatre nodded slowly. “Ah. Enjoy the desert?” He snorted. “Hell no. It’s too hot for me
and way too unpopulated.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Except
for certain areas. Believe it or not, there’s far more people
in a range not far from Sierra Vista for my taste.” Quatre raised an eyebrow. “Really? I’d thought
there was only sand and mountains around that town.” He leaned toward Quatre. “You can’t really
see the ‘town’ from the outside. You either have to be there
or see it from the sky.” “Interesting.” He smirked. “I thought so, too.” He drained
his beer in several very impressive gulps. “Care to dance?” “Excuse me?” He slid to the floor and pressed his lips to Quatre’s
ear. “My ass is in on the line. If this doesn’t look believable
I could end up dead. You will dance with me.” Quatre bit his lip before whispering, “Sorry. I’m
out of my element here.” He allowed himself to be pulled to the
dance floor, thankful that it wasn’t some heavy beat he had to
keep up with but not really liking dancing with anyone besides Heero
to a slow song. “They’re kidnapping kids and training them
to be sex slaves.” The whispered comment in Quatre’s ear made him
feel nauseous. “Where do they get the children?” “Mainly off the streets, but some have families
looking for them.” He closed his eyes. “And they have a place in Arizona
where they keep them?” “Yeah.” “How do you know about it?” Kent leaned back slightly to look into Quatre’s
eyes. “Because I was one of the kids they took,” he said
in a torn whisper. Quatre put a hand to Kent’s cheek. “I’m
sorry.” He shrugged nonchalantly, but he couldn’t hide
the pain in his eyes. “Keep those kids from going through what
I’ve been through and that’s all I need.” Quatre felt tears prick his eyes. “What you’ve
suffered… It wasn’t your fault. You know that, don’t
you?” Kent started and shook his head, a sad smile lifting
his lips. “No. I’m a terrible person who’s sold his
soul time and again to the highest bidder. But you,” he trailed
a finger down Quatre’s jawline; “you’re beautiful inside
and out. I can tell. Whoever holds your heart is one lucky bastard.” Quatre smiled softly. “How long have you known
Janis?” He shrugged. “A few months. Met her here, actually.”
He laughed softly. “Didn’t know what her day job was for
a long time.” Quatre studied him for a moment. “Are you lovers?” He sighed. “She’s trying for that. I promised
that once the case was over we’d see.” “You brought the case to us, didn’t you?”
He nodded. “Why didn’t you give Janis all the information
already?” “Because I didn’t realize where they were
holding the kids. We’re blindfolded when we go in and when we
come out. I’ve been working to get the location.” Quatre nodded slowly. “You realize now that we’re
going to have to put you in protective custody.” He grimaced. “I don’t like the idea of being
watched 24/7.” He couldn’t really blame the man, but it was extremely
dangerous to let him wander around alone if he was giving up this
kind of information. After dancing through several more songs, Quatre
stepped back. “Thank you for the dances.” Kent smirked. “Thank you, Cat.” He leaned
over and kissed Quatre lightly on the lips. “You better get out
of here before someone tries something. You’ve got almost every
eye in here glued to your ass.” He started and glanced around, cringing inwardly. He
didn’t care what it was for; he was never dressing in drag again.
He looked back to Kent. “Maybe you should leave with me to keep
me safe.” He lowered his voice. “And I am insisting that
you go into protective custody now.” The redhead glanced over Quatre’s shoulder and
he paled just before Quatre felt a chest press to his back and the
telltale barrel of a gun to his side. A deep voice spoke softly in
his ear. “How very interesting, Kent. I didn’t realize you
liked the femmes.” “Thomas, how’d you find me?” “Move towards the wall or your sweetheart here
is going to be in a lot of pain.” Quatre mentally cursed his mistake as he was pushed
forward. Zechs’ voice was cursing and asking for his status. Keeping in character, he said in a shaky voice, “I
don’t know what’s going on, but is the gun necessary?”
Another curse filled his ear and he wondered if Zechs could say anything
other than ‘fuck’ at the moment. “I’m not really
in a position to make demands, I know, but there are a lot of people
in here. You don’t want to hurt anyone do you?” The hand on his hip squeezed tightly enough to bruise
and he grimaced. “Couldn’t care less, now shut up.” “What are you going to do?” Kent asked, eyes
moving from Quatre to Thomas in rapid succession. “I’m taking you back, of course.” The redhead paled and swallowed. “Fine, just let
her go.” “I don’t know.” He nuzzled at Quatre’s
neck and ran his left hand down his thigh. “I think we should
take her with us.” Quatre’s stomach rolled in revulsion. He heard
Zechs’ voice saying they were coming in and he cleared his throat
before answering Thomas. “I don’t think so,” he said
in his normal voice. “There’s no way you’re getting
out of here.” Thomas snorted and turned Quatre swiftly; shoving his
back hard enough into the wall that he couldn’t stop a soft expulsion
of breath. “Not a very good queen, are you?” In a move that was pure Duo, Quatre smirked. “It’s
not my main occupation.” “Ah. If I had my guess, I’d say you’re
probably a rookie with the local police force, then. You’re too
young to have too much experience. Is it your first time undercover?” Quatre grunted as the gun pressed firmly into his stomach.
Too young? He was closer to thirty than twenty. “I’m not
a rookie with the police.” He gripped Thomas’ wrist that
held the gun. “No? Then what are you?” He jerked the arm to point the gun harmlessly to the
floor and kneed the man in the stomach before spinning him around.
He yanked Thomas’ hand behind his back and dropped him to the
floor, pressing his knee to the small of his back. He leaned down.
“I’m a former Gundam pilot working with Preventers.” He looked up to Kent. “Who is he?” The redhead swallowed. “Thomas Walker. He works
for the ring, one of their henchmen that do the dirty work.”
Quatre nodded. “Well, Mr. Walker. You’re under
arrest.” He looked up as a pair of handcuffs dangled in front
of his face, compliments of Zechs. “Thank you.” He paused,
realizing that his current position had the skimpy skirt riding way
too high on his hips. “Actually, Zechs, take over.” The long haired blond smirked but nodded and yanked
Walker to his feet. “Good work, Quatre.” He grunted, smoothing the skirt back down. “Ask
me to do this again and I’ll castrate you.” Zechs held up his hands. “Hey, I didn’t ask
you to do it, Une did.” “True, but I can’t castrate her.” He
looked to Kent and smiled softly. “Are you okay?” The redhead nodded, looking shell shocked. “You
were a Gundam pilot?” Quatre shrugged. “That was a long time ago, but I try to stay in shape. I’m actually a much better fighter now than I was back then thanks to my lover.” The drive back to headquarters was made in relative
silence and Quatre couldn’t wait to get out of the damn skirt
and go home. They made the short walk to the debriefing room and he
moved his eyes from Une to Heero who’d jumped to his feet as
soon as Quatre entered the room. He smiled tiredly to his lover before
looking to Zechs and Une. “You have the recording. I’m going home. If
you have any questions, I’ll answer them tomorrow.” Heero hadn’t heard such a tone in Quatre’s
voice since he had been overtaken by the Zero system. He quickly crossed
to his lover’s side and guided him out of the room, not bothering
to wait for Une’s acquiescence. They made a quick trek up to
Heero’s office and he shut the door. “Are you okay?” Quatre leaned his hands on Heero’s desk, shuddering
softly. “Yeah.” Heero moved behind him, gripping his hips softly. It
drew a pained gasp from Quatre and he quickly withdrew. Quatre turned.
“It’s not bad. Just some bruises.” Heero pulled the skirt down and clenched his teeth and
the handprint darkening on the blond’s hip. “Where was Zechs?” “He was doing his job, Heero, just like I was.
I’m okay and the bastard is seriously wishing he hadn’t
put a hand on me at the moment.” He hooked a finger under Heero’s
chin and lifted his face to meet his eyes. “One bruise is definitely
worth saving who knows how many children from becoming sex slaves.
Please don’t be mad about this.” “I’m not mad.” He kissed Quatre softly.
“I just couldn’t handle it if something happened to you.” “Nothing did. I’m fine.” ----- Duo stared at Trowa and Ronnie wide-eyed. “Please
tell me you got pictures.” Ronnie giggled and pulled out her phone. “Of course
we did.” She handed it over and Duo whistled, holding it so Wufei
could see. The Asian shook his head. “I can’t believe she
could talk him into it.” “He’s fucking hot like that!” Wufei rolled his eyes. “I bet Winner would love
to hear that.” Duo chortled. “Think he’ll dress like this
again if I ask him really sweetly?” “Probably not,” Trowa said with a chuckle.
“He was extremely unhappy about it.” “Aww, but he looks-“ Duo cut off with a grimace
and leaned forward slightly. Wufei gripped his shoulder. “Are you okay? What’s
wrong?” “A cramp.” Violet eyes widened and he reached
up to grip Wufei’s hand. “A cramp in my leg.” TBC… Reviews snuggled and huggled. ^_^
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