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"Daddys Boys"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: R Warnings: Angst/Language/Sap, Lemon, Post War
Cannon, Hiiro POV Pairings: Brief 2x5/1x2 Summary: Hiiro’s returns in search of Duo to find he has taken a job as an exotic dancer. The confusion he feels over this is complicated when he discovers that Wufei has somehow become the braided boy’s top customer. However, having realized his feelings for Duo are deeper than mere friendship Hiiro is unable to accept the situation and sets his feet on a path to rectify the problem. AN: It’s all Shev’s fault 8P "Daddys Boys" I had disappeared after the war. It was over, finally over and though I had no doubt man would find his way back to the battlefield I was just as certain it would take a good long time. Meanwhile, I tried to learn to live without the means of a mission. For the first time in my memory what I wanted became something to be considered. I just wasn’t sure exactly what that was. It took several months of living on my own before I realized I was simply droning from day to day with no real direction, no clear purpose and very few rewards for my efforts. That’s when I stopped and took a look back searching for something to help me find my way, something that could unlock the secrets of a heart that had been closed to it’s own needs for far too long. There were many regrets in the fabric of my past; many cuts that still frayed if worried over for too long and some happy thoughts as well. The other pilots and how they had grown, Relena’s inauguration insuring peace had a good, strong foothold deep within the governing forces. Many things that helped to set my mind at ease but of all the people and things I had encountered in my life there was only one that I could honestly say I missed. It took me forever to find him. I looked on L2 first but Hilde informed me he had only stayed with her for a short time, more like a visit than anything before moving on. Quatre still received e-mails from him from time to time however, and that’s how I finally tracked him down. It wasn’t easy because they never seemed to come from the same place but with a little persistence I managed to narrow the search zone down to a small block of nightclubs in the red light district. It seemed odd, that he would be living down there when he didn’t have to. None of us were in need of money after the gifts the United Earths Sphere had lavished on us after the war. I thought perhaps I might find him working in a mission or as a bartender or something. It never really occurred to me that he would have become an exotic dancer. Not that he wasn’t qualified but seeing an ex Gundam pilot shaking his ass on a smoky stage in a brothel called `Daddy’s Boys` sort of made my brain short circuit. There were several dancers working different parts of the bar when I walked in. Most of them wearing little more than a thong and the bills that were sticking out of them but a couple still had tight tanks or chaps or something on. When I spotted Duo he was moving slowly around a pole, his hair pulled back in it’s traditional braid and left to dangle between his thighs as he bent as the waist, tucked his hand between his legs and ran his fingers from the highest point of his ass, down the crack and back through his legs before rolling back to a standing position and going to collect the bills his patrons were begging to slip into his thong. I suddenly needed a drink. “What can I get you?” the bleach blond, heavily made up bartender asked and I choked out something with whisky in it before he smiled and scurried off to fill the order. Duo was still on stage, his body rolling so softly, so slowly it made the tendons in my thighs ache just to watch him. I’d never seen him in this light before. He was a warrior, cunning and quick, a man skilled in ways that could have brought him great riches and fame yet there he stood before me teasing these men for their money. His eyes were closed, that bothered me because I wanted to see them very badly all of a sudden, but they only opened slightly so that he could see what he was doing before they slid shut again. This time his hands were on the pole behind him, his feet planted firmly apart as he slid down, his hips rolling and thrusting in time with the smoky beat until he was in a full squat and I thought for a moment something had fallen out of the sky and hit me in the head my ears rang so hard. “You have good taste,” someone said in a sultry tone and I turned to find a handsome young man in black rubber standing beside me. “But I’m afraid he’s a bit out of your league. Wanna buy me a drink instead?” “What makes you think that?” I asked. He snorted and leaned back as if to display the flat of his stomach as it peeked from beneath the ebony shirt. “Everyone’s out of his league,” he informed me. “He’s very exclusive. You’d do better to stick with us regular Joe’s.” “Expensive?” I inquired fishing for information I knew would either break me or hold what was left of my heart together. “Probably the highest tag in the club,” he sighed and I felt my spirit sink. “I used to think he was a snob. Like he thought he was better than the rest of us but now I think he does it so guys can’t afford him.” Well… that was something at least. “I’d like to meet him.” He laughed. “You can’t even sit at his table without permission from Daddy.” “Daddy?” There was actually someone who called himself that? “He’s by invitation only,” he explained. “Those are Mr. Grant’s portraits they’re tucking in that string,” he said indicating Duo as another man slipped a bill into his underwear. “So unless you’ve got a pocket full of fifties I’m afraid you’re out of luck.” “Where’s this Daddy?” I asked watching as Duo turned his ass to his patrons and bent so slowly at the waist I thought my lungs had forgotten how to breathe. “Another one bites the dust,” he sighed but turned to look for his boss. I was doing a quick mental count of the cash I had on me hoping it would be enough to get me close enough for Duo to see me when my friend suddenly grinned and shook his head. “Ahh, sorry, man. Looks like you’re too late.” “What?” ”Look,” he smiled. “His regular is here. He’ll be moving to one of the party rooms now. Maybe you can catch him next time…” I couldn’t hear him anymore and left him speaking to the air as I moved off in utter disbelief. It simply could not be. There was no way, my eyes had to be deceiving me but the closer I got the harder my heart pounded as I watched Duo abandon the stage and slip into the open arms of Chang Wufei. I still couldn’t believe it even though I watched their bodies melt together, watched as Wufei’s arms closed around him and held him close as he slithered down his body. My mind clouded with so many emotions I couldn’t separate them when their mouths came together and Duo kissed him in a way that left him grinning and kneading his ass before his feet ever hit the floor. An emotion began to surface above the others when they turned toward the back in spite of the protests from the group of guys that had been patronizing Duo and I was hard pressed to keep it in check as they disappeared into a private room. Rage. I wanted to kill Chang Wufei. Wanted it so badly I was already working out just how it could be done. It would be so easy to just slip into an adjoining room, the walls were thin and I found it ridiculously easy to accomplish. There was an ink pen on a table that made a useful tool in making a sight hole in the wall, there wouldn’t even be any evidence of the shot but before I could execute my hastily contrived plan I heard Duo speak. “You’re early,” he said and it was the smile in his tone that made me put my eye to the hole I’d made instead of the barrel of my gun. “I thought we might talk for awhile,” Wufei replied. He was sitting on a small, black couch right across from me making it seem much too easy to end his visit real quick. “You didn’t come here to talk,” Duo purred and I heard soft music rise that drowned out the pulsating beat of the club before he stepped back into view. He was naked. Completely naked and I saw Wufei swallow almost as hard as I did. “Duo… please,” Wufei begged as Duo climbed into his lap, his hips beginning to rotate to the music and my fingers closed around the hilt of my gun when Wufei’s hands rounded his ass. “You know I want more than this,” my ex-teammate hissed but I could see he had already lost. “I know just what you need,” Duo purred and I watched as his hand slipped down Wufei’s chest and between his legs. My grip eased off my gun in light of this new information. I couldn’t have resisted that for love or money. No way. I couldn’t blame Wufei for his weakness when mine had proven far worse than his. I’d been ready to shoot the man without ever stating my case. The rage backed off to something more along the lines of really pissy, which turned into utter disgust as I watched Duo drive him completely insane. It wasn’t long before Wufei had freed himself and slipped inside the beautiful body undulating on his lap and I couldn’t watch anymore and fled the club. Wufei, however, was much easier to find. I’m not sure if I wanted him to draw a weapon on me so I’d have a decent excuse to shoot him or not but that’s just what happened. I couldn’t pull the trigger though, since I had been the one to break into his apartment. I suppose he hadn’t put a bullet in my head as we stood sighting each other in the dark because he had somehow recognized me. “Hiiro?” he exclaimed in nothing less than shocked dismay. “Chang,” I replied not bothering to try and warm the artic chill of my tone. “What are you doing here?” he asked but he held his stance…as did I. I wanted to shoot him still, the urge tightening the tendons in my arm as I fought the desire to end his relationship with Duo but I knew, deep down, it would bring Duo pain so I lifted the barrel and removed the temptation as I demanded... “What the fuck are you doing with Duo Maxwell?” I was gratified to see his face go ghostly pale. “You saw?” he breathed as his weapon slowly fell to his side. “I saw enough!” I snapped feeling my frustration get the better of me. “What is he doing in a place like that?!” “Shit,” he sighed and holstered his gun. “Tell me!” I growled unwilling to wait another moment but his eyes only hardened in defiance. “What the fuck do you care!?” he snapped. “God damn it!” I snarled and suddenly had him by the front of the shirt. “I saw you there! I saw you with him! What you do together! I want to know why he’s doing it and you’re going to fucking tell me!” He bounced when I tossed him into a chair and I felt the heat of his anger when those black eyes glared at me in the darkness. “Maybe if you hadn’t disappeared he wouldn’t have resorted to this,” he told me and I felt my blood freeze in my veins. This was… my fault? “Why are you patronizing him!?” I shouted needing someone else to blame. “You try reasoning with him!” he retorted getting back to his feet. “You think it was easy for me when I found him working that dive?!” “You should have helped him!” I growled. “I lost any chance of that the minute I let him seduce me!” he shouted back and we just stood panting and staring at each other for a moment. “I failed, Hiiro,” he said softly and I understood the pain that it caused because it would have ripped my heart in two to have to say it. “He’s too well armed,” he sighed plopping back into the chair. “I never stood a chance.” “Why is he doing this?” I asked again but the anger had bled away leaving nothing but my desperate need to understand. He paused to consider it then cocked his head and answered my inquiry with a question of his own. “Perhaps, that is something only he can explain?”
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