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"Clutterbug"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Post War Cannon, Fluff, sap, slight
angst, eventual lemon Pairings: 1x2, Background 3x4 Summary: An unexpected love confession rocks Duo’s
world. "Clutterbug "
Ch 5 Son of a bitch. “UN!” “Hey! Lay off!” I growled suddenly finding myself face down on the floor of the warehouse office beside where Quatre was nursing a swollen lip. It’s funny; but the fact that Goon Boy had just tried to crack my jaw was less painful than the guilt glimmering in those cerulean eyes. I tried to convey the fact that none of this was really his fault but I doubt he really got the full expression before I was jerked back to my feet again; a gun trained on my temple as my arm was wrenched behind my back. These guys weren’t idiots, which was the real reason my Arabian friend and I found ourselves temporarily at their mercy. “What’d the boss say?” Goon Boy asked his companion the Ape-Man. Where do they find these guys? Thug’s R Us? It was really pretty strange how comfortable the guy was with restraining me. It was almost as if he did this sort of thing all the time but how many people would try to infiltrate the stronghold of an elite weapons dealer? I felt my ire flare when Quatre grunted again as his captor, one Snake Eye’s in my mind because he was no bigger around than a serpent and had these strangely yellowish eyes, stepped on his wrists which were now tied behind his back and crushed them into his spine. “We’re taking them back,” Ape-Man replied hanging up the phone in the little office and coming out to rejoin us. I took note of the semi-automatic rifle in his hands. Nice; definitely not street legal; probably loaded with armor piercing rounds. I knew it would only be the tip of the ice burg where Kotomo Hitomi was concerned. The man had most of the Asian weapons market under his rule. It had been a long time since I had had to deal with any real heavies. I felt bad for involving Quatre; this really wasn’t his cup of tea but Hiiro was under cover and Wufei was with Trowa off planet doing their bit on the case from the opposite end. We had just been lucky enough to be on the end that actually had the King Pin on it. “You tell him what we caught?” Goon Boy laughed pulling my head back by the crown of my hair so he could leer into my face. My heart skipped a beat at the thought that they might actually have figured out who we were. “Yeah,” Ape-Man grinned resting his rifle on his shoulder. “That’s why we ain’t gonna kill’em yet,” he smiled. “Big mistake,” I returned the grin. Never hurts to intimidate the intimidator. “Watch yer mouth there pretty boy,” he warned using the barrel of the rifle to poke me in the chest. “Or the boss might just decide to let your sunny friend here go first,” he laughed. I shot him a look that clearly stated ‘over my dead body’ but he didn’t appear too concerned over it. We soon found ourselves in the back of a black sedan being transported, no doubt, to Hitomi’s Estate in the hills outside the city. With the five of us in one car it was a little crowed but I still was left with an oddly foreboding feeing as Snake Eyes had calmly plopped Quatre down in his lap in the front seat. It was unnerving how comfortable these guys were with manhandling us and did not speak well for our future. I thought of Hiiro during the ride; wondered if he was safe and what he might do if I didn’t make it out of this one alive. Things had been going so well between us lately. We still hadn’t taken the big step in becoming true lovers but the day at the lake had ended in some of the most satisfying foreplay I’d ever experienced that night. I had intended on completing the seduction but when it came down to it I chickened out. What if he wanted me to return the favor? What was I supposed to do if he gave me what I wanted? I couldn’t deny him after that and in those few minutes of silence as we drove to our possible deaths all I could do was regret. I wished I had been more confident. I wished I had been less uncertain. I wished a lot of things but mostly I wished I hadn’t deprived Hiiro of just once knowing the joy of being with someone that really loves you. I was certain things were a lot worse than we had first thought by the time we pulled into the huge, automatic, wrought iron gates because Quatre’s guard had been getting more and more friendly with him during the drive. I was starting to get really sick to my stomach as I watched him scoot my friend around on his lap. Quatre finally got enough of it when the guy went so far as to nip at his neck and slammed his head back into the assholes nose. “Hey!” I barked as Quatre’s face was rammed into the dash and got an elbow in the throat for my trouble. Snake Eyes was pulling Quatre back by the back of his hair hissing and spitting curses about what he was gonna do to him when Ape-Man came to his unlikely rescue. “Stop messing his face up!” he growled jerking the man’s hand out of Quatre’s hair. “He broke my fucking nose!” Snake Eyes growled. “The boss’ll break your fucking neck if you mess up his face!” Ape-Man warned as he pulled us to a stop in front of the mansion. Damn it. This was not going well. If Hitomi was into young boys it was something he had kept very well hidden. I secretly hoped he just had a thing for pretty faces or something but the way slither breath was behaving wasn’t giving me a warm fuzzy feeling. The up side to this was that it was a good possibility they had no idea who they had actually ‘caught’ lurking around in their warehouse. If they believed we were just a couple of teenage boy’s in the wrong place at the wrong time then we would stand a good chance of getting out in one piece. People tend to break out the magnetic cuffs when they know who we are. On the other hand, if things were as they seemed, I was a little more worried about our virtue at that particular moment. We were taken into the house closely surrounded by our escorts who pushed loaded guns between our ribs where no one could see to insure our cooperation. I tried to wedge myself in between Snake Eyes and Quatre once we were inside the door but he had other plans and wrapped an arm around his neck pulling him against his chest as he grinned and nudged me away with the tip of his pistol. Fuck. Quatre seemed to be holding up for the most part, playing it cool. Resistant but not so much as to piss his captor off and I tried to reassure him with my gaze. Then we were being ushered openly at gunpoint towards a room that turned out to be a large study. Hitomi was there sitting behind the big desk just as if all was right with the world. I noted the presence of two elegantly clad young women, one sitting on the sofa, the other sitting on the corner of his desk feeing him a strawberry and surmised they weren’t there for their clerical skills. We were led to the center of the room where Snake Eyes dropped Quatre to his knees and held him there while Goon Boy tried to push me down as well until I broke his freaking big toe! “Ag! You little shit!” he growled raising his rifle in retribution but before he could land the blow Hitomi’s softly spoken words brought him to an abrupt halt. “That would be... unwise,” was all he said and suddenly all three of them were backing off and I was doing my best to help Quatre to his feet without the use of our hands. He let us stew for a time just sitting and watching us with those beetle black eyes. He’s an older man bearing the look of success and power. A bit heavy set with a strong looking jaw and a steely glint in his eyes that told me right off we might be in some serious trouble. “What business do you have in my warehouse?” he asked at length. “We were just messing around,” I replied. “How did you get in?” he persisted narrowing his eyes. “What’s the difference?” I shrugged. “We were just messing around, looking for shit to sell,” I lied. He wasn’t going to buy it but I wasn’t going tell him the truth either. His eyes fell to Quatre for a moments regard before returning to me. It sent a chill down my spine when the quality of his voice lost all measure of compassion as he evenly intoned, “Take him below.” “What’re you gonna do with us!” I demanded doing my best to sound scared instead of pissed as I was pushed towards the door. It became apparent very quickly that Quatre was not to accompany me when Hitomi got up and made his way around the desk, his feminine pets crowding to his side like a couple of house cats hungry for a treat. I caught Quatre’s eyes for a moment and saw in them what I needed to see. He wasn’t going down without a fight. I must’ve been too feisty for him, guess he liked his playmates pliable. Well, he was in for a big surprise if he thought Quatre was just going to let him have his fun. It didn’t make sense though. Why would this guy be interested in molesting young boys when he owned half the weapons market in existence? If it’d been for money I might have at least understood but it seemed more like the guy was just demented. “If you have something more interesting for me to fill my time with?” he asked through this tiny little ‘gotcha’ grin and I made a note to be sure the son of a bitch was in the house when I blew it to hell and back. “We weren’t doing nothin!” I growled jerking at my captors grip. “What the hell are you? Some kinda pervert?! What’re ya gonna do with him?!” It wasn’t like I didn’t know but I needed to give Quatre as much time as possible to work out a plan. “Simply,” he said raising a hand to lift Quatre’s chin but my Arabian friend wasn’t looking at him; he was looking at the clock on the wall. I glanced as well, ten after. Mark. “Loosen his tongue,” the guy grinned running his thumb over Quat’s lower lip, which he totally ignored in favor of blinking a message to me. Two quick, three slow. Fifteen minutes. I was highly impressed when a tear ran down his cheek masking the old code so well it had Hitomi grinning evilly with satisfaction. “Hey!” I shouted struggling against my guards as they took me away. “Leave him alone!” I had fourteen minutes left and no way to know just what Quatre had planned. I had to trust him and work on my own. I lost my escort two wings away when I ‘accidentally’ stumbled and Ape-Man went out the second story window. Goon Boy went down pretty easy when I kicked him in the nuts and the window shards made quick work of the ropes binding me. He was an easy target after than. I glanced at the big hall clock, nine minutes. This guy had to go down, tonight. I said a silent prayer for Quatre’s virtue and hoped like hell he knew what the hell he was doing because it was going to take all the time I had left to set the charges I had hidden in the lining of my jacket on the way back. I was in a full run when I hit the door to that study with fear in my heart and murder on my mind but what I found on the other side made me stop and almost laugh out loud. Kitten one and two were tied in a neat little package on the couch while Quatre tight beamed everything on the man’s PC straight to headquarters. Hitomi himself was nowhere to be seen. “What the hell did you do? Vaporize him?” I chuckled offering a satisfied grin to the kitten twins. “He slipped out while I was busy with them,” Quatre replied as serious as stone while he quickly finished his work. “Here,” he said slapping his hand down on the desk then tossing me the pistol that had been lying there. I caught it by the butt a little impressed with myself at having not lost the talent over time. It had been a long time since we had seen this kind of action. I popped the chamber and checked the load and had this vivid vision of Hiiro’s face; his eyes so intense; his body warm and inviting, his hands roaming my body as he rose above me drenching me in sizzling heat and suddenly I couldn’t breath. “Duo!” Quatre snapped breaking me out of my little daydream and I followed him quickly out the door. It was a race against time now. We had no way of knowing where Hitomi had gotten off to or how he might be planning to defend his home so we beat a hasty retreat. Quatre dropped the charges he had been carrying in the hem of those weird pants he wears as we went pocketing the detonator as I had my own. We were on the ground floor making a break for the front door when our adversary stepped out in front of us accompanied by at least eight of his employee’s all armed to the teeth and I swear my heart jumped clean out of my chest and slammed against the ceiling when I caught a glimpse of Hiiro’s eyes. We knew he’d been undercover but we had no idea he’d gotten this close to the man. He was a member of his damn personal guard for Christ sake! The fact that we were fixing to blow the place off the map and I wouldn’t even have known he was in there did not escape me and it was all I could do not to run and jump into his arms. “The disk!” Hitomi snapped. “To late,” Quatre replied. “Your entire network has already been sent to Preventer’s headquarters,” he informed him. “Yeah,” I added wearing my trademark, smart-ass grin. “Give up now and you might shave a few hundred years off your sentence.” Hn. He was not amused. Go figure. “Kill them,” he ground out. “Aw com’on Koto-chan!” I teased. “Thought you wanted to play patty cake.” It was these words that turned Hiiro’s eyes fully toward me as he realized the game was over. “Did he touch you?” he asked Quatre causing all eyes to turn curiously his way. “He tried,” Quatre replied through a cocky grin that even I would’ve been proud of and Hiiro shot the guy right between the eyes. Well, he’s never had much trouble passing judgment when judgment is due that lover of mine. If he was this close to the guy then he had to know of his tendencies already. It must’ve been hell keeping his silence if things like this had been going on around him. I didn’t think I wanted to know what he might have done to him if it had been me the man had tried to molest. He also had obviously earned his place among the elite bodyguards because the rest of them gave up without a fight. It was a pity really. We had set all those nifty little bombs and never got to burn them. Une had the place swarming with agents inside of twenty minutes after the information had been sent from Hitomi’s study and Hiiro corned me in a coat closet the moment we had a chance to get away and kissed me soundly. “He didn’t touch you?” he breathed. “Uh... no,” I gasped. Damn man had a way of turning my bones to jelly. “Guess I was a little too spicy for him,” I chuckled then I was too busy to talk again for a minute. “I missed you,” he told me when we resurfaced again. “It shows,” I chuckled pulling him back in for another long kiss only this time I felt the passion flare and the desperation in his lips became more than just gratitude that I was safe. “Duo?” he gasped forcing himself to pull away. “I’m sorry,” I felt compelled to tell him. “Shhh,” he hissed gleaning another soft kiss. “I don’t mean to tease.” “What?” he asked then pushing away to look at me with this lost look in his eyes. I almost couldn’t bear to look at him. “I know what you want,” I confessed changing his confusion to concern. “What you need from me,” I went on unable to stop the words now that they had begun. “Duo, I don’t understand,” he told me and I heard the edge of fear in his voice and it all came crashing down on me at once. I am not a man who easily cries and though I desperately wanted to I couldn’t stop the tears in that moment. It offended something deep inside me and was serving to frighten Hiiro half out of his mind because to my knowledge he had never before seen me weep. “Duo?” he called softly wiping the offensive moisture away. “What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked but I couldn’t speak of it. I couldn’t believe after all this time it was still with me undermining our chance at a decent future. It had come to me in that moment of vivid surrender in Hitomi’s study but there was no way in heaven or hell I was ever going t be able to speak the words. I did the only thing I could think of and pushed the butt of my pistol into his hand. His brow knit up in confusion but he took it then I pushed him back still unable to unclench my throat as the memories flooded my mind as I raised his hand and pointed the barrel straight at my chest. It took him only a moment before his face went deathly white and he dropped the gun in favor of crushing me against his chest. “Never!” he swore holding me so tight my bones ached and it still wasn’t enough. “Gods no,” he breathed into my neck. “I couldn’t. You know I couldn’t.” “You almost...” I sobbed recalling the glint in his eyes the day he had stood in that cell and aimed to silence me. “No!” he barked shoving me away so he could look at me. I was shocked by how intense his eyes were; how his voice shook in his need to explain. “I never could have,” he swore. “I told myself I could. All the way there. Over and over again telling myself it was for the good of the mission. It was what had to be done but when it came right down to it I could have easier shot myself than hurt you,” he rattled off and I knew the truth of that statement only too well. He had held his own life in little regard back then. “It was an excuse,” he said in a softer, more composed voice as he touched my cheek and dried the salty tears. “You were there... all alone.” My Gods but his eyes are so beautiful. “Did you know I beat the crap out of the guys that hurt you before I came to find you?” he smiled. “You did?” I snorted feeling the tears ebb. “Yes,” he sighed softly. “I hated them for what they did to you,” he told me. “I have no doubt, if I would have found it in me to follow protocol and fired that shot,” he went on leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “I’d have followed you a moment later,” then he kissed me and I realized he was right. I had known it all along, that he hadn’t killed me because he cared for me. I didn’t know how deeply back then but there had always been a nagging doubt that he had done it for some other reason. Doubt breeds mistrust even if you’re not aware of it and once lost, trust must be re-earned. If I were to give him all of me I needed to trust him implicitly. I did trust him. I knew it an instant after I thought it. I did, with all my heart because there wasn’t a single thing he could take from me that I wouldn’t freely give. Not even my life. “Hiiro,” I whispered not exactly knowing what it was I wanted to say but the sound of my voice served to send him into a frenzy of passionate kisses that nearly had us laid out right there on the coat room floor. “T... take me home,” I managed to croak out between the heat waves. “Duo?” he hissed a thousand questions in my name. “Take me home,” I nodded and suddenly found myself headed for home at warp speed. I was in no way sure of what was going to happen once we got there but the feeling that was boiling in me wasn’t diminishing with time. I felt a little guilty about leaving Quatre to finish cleaning up the mess but this wasn’t something that could wait. I couldn’t stop touching him, holding his hand, kissing whenever we could and he was as flushed about it as I felt. I was excited, as giddy as a schoolgirl and terrified all at once. There was something brewing between us; something that told me tonight was going to be a night we’d never forget.
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