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"The Gobanme Star"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: AU/Galactic Adventure, Lemons (non graphic), some bad language, somewhat fem Quatre, yuckables ^-^, fuzzies and fluff abound lol, some angst, clueless Relena in the begging Beta'd by Mechante Fille Pairings: Eventual quintette w/(1x2)x5),3x4 dominance
though it begins briefly with 1x4, 2x5 Summary: Five young men learn through their trials
and adventures that they are not only bound together in every possible
way but the key to order and prosperity in the universe. Enjoy! ^-^ "The Gobanme Star"
Ch 11 Vegas 9 was one of the thirty-two moons that orbited the desolate planet of Nadar. The mother world was huge, the biggest planet in the galaxy, but the severe weather and lack of any breathable atmosphere made it uninhabitable by any life form. All of its moons, however, had proven to either sustain life or had been altered so that they could, making them ideal for specialized vacations and entertainment. Vegas Two, for instance, was specifically designed for those interested in water sports and aquatic entertainment as it was ninety eight percent covered in ocean. Vegas 9, on the other hand, was one of the seeder moons, catering to the carnal delights of the flesh. You could get or do just about anything there that had anything to do with euphoric rapture. That is, of course, if you managed to survive long enough to enjoy it. They touched down on a landing pad in a dimly lit area of the city. This moon very much resembled the planet Altron in the fact that it was wall to wall buildings except that there were no underground forests. The atmosphere was completely artificial. It was also bright with flashing lights and neon signs of every shape and color advertising your wildest dreams come true as far as the eye could see. It was customary for new arrivals to be greeted with a landing party and so when the ramp was lowered and the boys went to step off the ship they found the smiling faces of a group of scantily clad young men and women eager to welcome them. Seeing there were only boys on board the girls stepped forward with their leis at the ready and a smile on their faces. Each girl bore a small tattoo on her shoulder depicting a credit amount she could be rented for by the hour, day or week. It was done tastefully so it was actually quite attractive. A young, walnut blond stepped up to Quatre, draping her necklace of flowers around his neck as she offered him a kiss. He accepted amiably but gave her the cheek so she backed off quickly. The taller brunette that offered Trowa the same greeting simply stared at the silent boy for a moment as he rested his hand on the small of Quatre’s back then she, too, smiled and backed away. Wufei, on the other hand, pulled the platinum blond that had greeted him close and kissed her hard, going so far as to pull her leg up around his waist and feel her ass. She seemed more than a little pleased by his acceptance and ended up giving him two leis. Hiiro accepted his with the dignity of a prince but Duo’s greeter simply paused and backed away as quickly as possible when a low growl emanated from beneath his dark hood. Hiiro was still chuckling when they stepped into the terminal but the laugh faded quickly as a young man about twenty-one saw them, his face lighting up as he strolled right up to Duo and kissed him full on the mouth. It was even more disconcerting that the braided boy kissed back, and with no small amount of vigor. ‘Tease,’ Duo chided. ‘Oh, honey you know I’d never tease you,’ the guy grinned. ‘As a matter of fact, I’ll make you special deal.’ ‘Toddie, you never change,’ Duo smiled, smacking his ass and making him yelp and rub his rather firm, little tush. It was easy to tell it was firm since he wasn’t wearing much more than a small piece of spandex. ‘Mmm, who’s studdly?’ Toddie asked, eyeing Hiiro like a juicy steak. Duo ignored the question as he swooped in on the young man, picking him up and sitting him on a nearby table. The place was dark and busy and no one seemed to care or notice as he slipped between his thighs, grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head and bent him back in an arch almost painfully. Hiiro was not pleased but his ire took a bucket of ice water in the face when the braided boy bent to inspect the young man’s neck behind his left ear. ‘Working for Madden now, are we?’ he asked, reading the information tattooed there. ‘You’re such a pig,’ Toddie snarled, then whimpered as Duo bent him further. ‘I’m hurt,’ Duo replied, bending to nip at an exposed nipple. ‘Really I am,’ he added, straightening him up a little. ‘Tell your boss next time he sends someone to scope me out he’s gonna get ‘em back in a match box,’ he added releasing him. ‘Oh, and by the way,’ he added, stepping back against Hiiro’s chest. ‘If you ever kiss me again I’ll let him kill you.’ Toddie started to stick his tongue out but thought better of it when he saw the dark shadow in Hiiro’s eyes as he slipped a hand around Duo’s waist and pulled him close. He decided on a pouty little snort as he pulled his fallen spandex strap back onto his shoulder and sauntered off. ‘Let’s not do that again,’ Hiiro said softly, bending to kiss Duo’s neck. ‘Jealous?’ Duo grinned. ‘Absolutely,’ Hiiro replied so Duo chuckled and kissed him again. ‘Why are we here?’ Trowa asked. He’d pulled Quatre under his arm in a way that screamed ‘back off’ as many of the other ‘workers’ in the terminal had been eyeing them as well. ‘Well,’ Duo sighed, leading them on through the terminal and out into the street. ‘Toddie’s working for Madden which means Jacob’s got his eye on the net so Kikite’s gonna be hard pressed to cough up any dope,’ he went on, surveying the passing speeders. They all looked at him incomprehensibly as he stepped out into traffic and held out a hand to stop a large K17 that an older man was driving. The man scowled and cursed the braided boy as he walked around and jerked him out of the driver’s seat, dumping him on the ground and climbed in. ‘You coming?’ he asked impatiently as the others stood staring at him for a moment before they jumped in, leaving the stunned man to pull himself up off the ground and blink stupidly as they drove away. Once again Hiiro found himself smiling as his lover did everything but obey the traffic laws whizzing in and out of lanes both vertically and horizontally as he reached over and turned up the speeder’s radio and started singing along. It turned out it was a song Hiiro actually knew pretty well so he kicked back and began to sing as well. Duo grinned and turned it up some more. A quick glance in the rear view mirror confirmed the chorus coming from the back seat was their companions as they joined in and soon they were all head banging to the beat as Duo zoomed along. They arrived soon after in front of a veritable hive of activity with a huge neon sign that pretty much made up the entire front of the building flashing, ‘The Hawks Nest’. The door was shaped like a hawk’s beak and the words were arranged to make it look like you were walking into its mouth. The place was pulsing with life that overflowed into the street and beyond in tune to the thunderous rhythm that throbbed like a heartbeat from within. Duo stepped out and made a small adjustment to his broach, causing his ebony skin to shift and relax until he was wearing a high necked shirt with several slits across the chest. It kind of looked like some great animal had taken a swipe at him. His long black pants shortened until they almost showed his ass and his boots elongated up his thighs ending just under the shorts. The cloak remained the same but shortened to just under waist length and dropped back to hang off his exposed shoulders seductively as Hiiro’s throat went instantly dry. ‘Fuck, your gonna get us arrested,’ Wufei groaned adjusting his pants. ‘You got another one of those?’ Trowa grinned, pulling his blushing blond lover closer. ‘You’re the one that looks like ya just stepped off the banana boat,’ Duo jibbed the Chinese boy. Truthfully, Duo was the only one that seemed to actually fit in with the rest of the crowd. Curious, Hiiro fingered the broach at his throat then felt his own attire shifting. The fingers in his gloves disappeared as did the chest of his shirt until he was wearing a black leather-like jacket with no shirt and what resembled black jeans with ankle high boots and an ebony hoop in his right ear. ‘Daaamn,’ Duo grinned, stepping up to claim a kiss. ‘Why is it different from yours?’ Hiiro asked, running his hands down the boy’s back until he cupped his ass so he could feel the open flesh between the shorts and the boots. ‘It’s linked into your neural net,’ Duo explained, wrapping himself around the prince. ‘You mean it knows what you want to wear?’ Quatre asked. ‘Something like that,’ the braided boy confirmed. ‘A lot of the dancers use this type of thing on stage,’ he went on, turning to lead them toward the door. ‘Lay your claim, Tree Top,’ he tossed at Trowa as he wrapped Hiiro’s arm around his waist and tugged Wufei a little closer. ‘These dogs bite.’ Trowa slipped his arm protectively around Quatre as they neared the club. ‘Duo!’ a slender man with piercings all over his body grinned from the top of the steps. ‘Damn, baby you get better lookin every damn time I see you. When are you gonna break down and show Daddy Mac some love!?’ he asked, leaning over on the ornamental metal railing to look down at them. Hiiro reached up and ripped one of the small iron roses from the guard rail and handed it to Duo who smiled and kissed him in thanks before they turned back to face the now nervous looking man. ‘That’s cool,’ he said backing away. ‘Kikite’s in the back trying to sober up the entertainment,’ he smiled, inviting them up the stairs. ‘Thanks Mac,’ Duo smiled, strolling by with his crew in tow. Mac just grinned and watched them go by one by one. He smiled extra big when Quatre walked by and was just reaching out to pinch his ass when Trowa punched him square in the face. They made their way through the throbbing crowd to the back of the club where Duo led them through a door marked ‘keep out’ and down a short hall. When they stepped into the room at the end Duo stopped and grinned at a short, stubby, Asian woman that was pulling the ear of a longhaired man that had apparently passed out on the floor. ‘Ge’up you!’ the little woman growled, yanking on the poor man’s ear. ‘I pay you, you gonna play!’ she yelled, dropping his lifeless head to the floor, then kicking him in the ribs. ‘I think you’re shit outta luck,’ Duo smiled. ‘Duo-san!’ she gasped, smiling so hard her face caved in. ‘Where you been?’ she asked, walking over with open arms. ‘Kikite hear bad things.’ She stopped short when Duo took a step backwards, her smiled falling for a second before she dropped her arms and grinned at him knowingly. ‘One day Kikite wrap you up and smother you with lovin’. You see,’ she chuckled, shaking a finger at him. ‘That’s what he’s afraid of,’ Wufei said softly, chuckling behind the braided boy. Duo stepped back just far enough to stand on his foot and replied ‘You know I love ya, babe.’ ‘Bet he been lovin’ you best,’ she grinned, winking at Hiiro as she elbowed him in the ribs. ‘You hug for Kikite,’ she insisted, pushing Hiiro at the braided boy. Hiiro laughed softly and gathered him into his arms, grinning the whole time as braided the boy blushed and rolled his eyes. ‘Kiss!’ she barked, a dangerous sparkle in her eye as she wrung her hands and grinned. Duo huffed and spun in his arms. ‘You old pervert,’ he accused but she only laughed and waved a hand at him as she turned back to the man lying on the floor and pulled him up by his hair. ‘We need to talk,’ Duo told her as she slapped the man in the face. ‘Ev’body need talk,’ she replied. ‘Wake up!’ she yelled at the unconscious man, slapping him again. ‘What have you heard about the summit on Altron?’ the braided boy asked her. She dropped the man again, letting his head bounce off the floor and grinned. ‘Hear Hanes got throat slit. Hiiro no Ouji-sama make war. Good boy, good boy,’ she added, waddling across the floor to peer up at Hiiro. ‘Jacob PO’ed,’ she said, examining him more closely. ‘No doubt,’ Duo replied. ‘Who’s Jacob?’ Hiiro asked, leaning back in an attempt to regain some of his personal space. ‘Pit boss,’ the woman informed him. ‘He run underworld for Vegas moon. You watch him. Others come. Others want help.’ ‘What others?’ Duo asked as his eyes lit up. ‘Kikite show,’ she said backing off and returning to the man on the floor. ‘Stupid uta!’ she growled. ‘I pay. He buy drug and pass out. No song!’ she groused, kicking him again. A moment later her eyes lit up and she rounded on Duo. ‘No,’ the braided boy said firmly but there was suddenly an insane gleam in her eyes as she advanced on him. ‘No way, Oba-san,’ he reiterated. ‘Ohhh, yes, yes, yes!’ she giggled, pushing him toward the door. ‘You scratch Kikite, Kikite scratch you!’ Hiiro looked at Wufei but he only shrugged and followed them out the door. She led them through the club and back stage then pushed Duo out into the middle of the stage and jerked the mic down so she could reach it. The music slowly faded as the DJ turned it down so she could speak. ‘Crank pass out,’ she yelled into the mic, turning every head in the place. ‘Burakku better!’ she grinned, holding up Duo’s hand as the crowd cheered. Duo looked like he might just poke her in the eye for a moment then rolled his eyes and snatched the mic from her hand. She did a little hop/skip/jig thing and scampered off the stage. Hiiro stood in the wings watching curiously with their companions. Trowa had Quatre pulled up under his chin as Wufei leaned back on the rail next to Hiiro while Duo stepped up to center stage. ‘Mama Kazz roped me into this shit,’ he said casually into the mic, dropping it dejectedly to his side as the club stilled. ‘All right, all right, all right,’ he sighed after a moment. ‘Umm, cue up four twenty six and kick it in the ass,’ he told the Dj then turned and walked over toward his friends. ‘Come on, Sunshine,’ he said pulling Quatre from Trowa’s arms. ‘I need some inspiration here,’ he grinned, pulling the startled blond onto the stage. ‘YO PEOPLE!’ he barked, dragging the blushing blond along. The crowd roared in response so he did it again ‘YOOOO PEEEEOOOOPLE!’ The club erupted uproariously. ‘That’s more like it!’ he grinned, turning Quatre in a circle under his arm then pulling him tight against him. ‘Got a little treat for ya,’ he said seductively, making the blond boy blush even harder as the crowd thundered their approval and a heavy beat filled the air. Hiiro couldn’t stop smiling; he simply couldn’t believe the great Toorima was about to sing on stage. ‘Shit, this is a bad idea,’ he said away from the mic as he drew Quatre closer. The blond boy felt him shiver as their bodies met and molded as one, his breath hissing in response to the heat he felt coming off the braided boy. ‘Don’t turn it up too high,’ Duo whispered then breathed deep next to his neck. ‘Shit,’ he sighed heavily as the music began to move them from side to side. ‘Damn it, do you have any idea how perfectly sweet you are?’ he purred, pushing him backward slowly in a soft dip. ‘Why don’t you show me?’ Quatre replied softly, flashing him a half grin. Duo’s pulse rate doubled instantly, he rocked them back once then dipped him low and snapped him back up just as the first of the lyric’s poured from his throat. Quatre gasped as he was flooded with the pure passion of the song. It was hot and heady, fast paced and seemed to hit every sensual cord in his body as Duo rocked him this way and that. The braided boy’s voice was clean and clear, a perfect baritone that dug deep and tickled things deep inside him. Hiiro breathed in deep when the warmth washed over him. He recognized the heat, it was coming from the blond boy as Duo used the music and song to draw him out, but it was different. So murky and dense, it reminded him of how he felt when he had Duo locked deep in a passionate embrace. He realized after a time that it was a mixture of them both. The blond boy was absorbing the emotions Duo was pouring into him and releasing them into the crowd. His hand absently strayed to Wufei’s hip as he felt his body stirring under the duel assault. Duo held Quatre tight, mouthing the words of the song less then a centimeter from the blond boy’s trembling lips as he danced with him, bending him backwards and drawing his face down his neck and body then back up again, relishing the heat emanating from his friend. The people were in a frenzy by the second chorus. It was mass mayhem before he’d reached the third verse; his resolve wavered dangerously as Quatre got caught up in the moment and let the heat flow freely. Hiiro had pulled Wufei into his lap and was doing a damn fine job of feeling him up as he kissed him hungrily. Duo was on the last few lines of the song when the heat finally overpowered him and he suddenly dropped the mic and kissed the blond boy hard, pushing him back toward the edge of the stage. Quatre hissed and held on tight as Duo’s hands ran over is body, squeezing his ass and running up and down his thighs and back as his tried to crawl down his throat. Another two steps and they ran smack into Trowa’s strong chest and stopped dead. Duo hardly even noticed, taking advantage of the anchor to press himself into the blond boy and lift his legs around his hips. Quatre groaned and reached back for his lover as he stepped back and led them off stage. Duo was making some real headway with the blond boy’s clothes by the time they’d gained the privacy of backstage. ‘Trowa,’ Quatre breathed while Duo kissed his neck and chest as he opened his shirt. Trowa reached down and touched Duo on top of the head gently. Duo slowly stilled but couldn’t bring himself to pull away so he just laid his head on his chest and tried to catch his breath. ‘Fuck,’ he groaned. Hiiro and Wufei had turned to watch but couldn’t seem to being themselves to release each other either as Hiiro chewed on his jaw and petted his ass. ‘You’re hypersensitive to him aren’t you?’ Trowa asked evenly, still touching his hair. Duo sighed and turned to kiss the blond boy’s chest again before he nodded and finally pulled away. ‘It must be difficult for you,’ Trowa reasoned, pulling his dazed lover close to him. ‘You have no idea,’ Duo groused, sitting down on the steps as he tried to regroup. His head suddenly turned upward in that smooth controlled motion that he usually reserved for when he was in full cloak when a group of off duty soldiers approached him. They stopped their advance the moment they saw the look in his eye. ‘Kikite said we should talk to you,’ one of them told him, glancing at Hiiro and Wufei as they finally separated but Duo simply gazed silently at them. ‘Umm, right,’ the man said, wiping the sweat from his palms on his trousers. ‘We were wondering how to join up in the war against Tribar.’ In the two months that followed they managed to bring the Gundainium trade to its knees. It was amazing how many seasoned soldiers were just plain tired of the bullshit. They came in droves from every star system around. Earth couldn’t get involved without starting an intergalactic war but the Jiyuu fighters, as the forces that swore fealty to Hiiro and his entourage called themselves, were mysteriously well equipped. Even the mining of the raw ore had been brought to a grinding halt and the pirates that had been terrorizing the unprotected worlds in the galaxy had been pushed back and forced into deep hiding. Hiiro had proven to be a natural leader as well as student. Duo spent hours teaching him his tricks and though he still couldn’t find him if he really wanted to hide, no one else could find Hiiro either. The others had decided to stay on without having to be asked so the one month training period had become an ongoing way of life. Wufei honed his fighting skills, Trowa taught him the meaning of inner peace and Quatre had managed to even show him how to perform minor spells on his own. Duo had taken to avoiding the prince during these times as his frustrations over the slight blond boy grew. It was during one of these sessions that the longhaired boy found himself stepping into a garden on Beuta, a small but beautiful planet that’s people had been driven to the point of extinction by the Kaizuku privateers. They had come here to oversee the installation of a defense force so Quatre had decided to take advantage of the high life energy of the place and work on Hiiro’s magicking techniques. Duo’s hypersensitivity made it possible for him to feel the energy flow half a block away. It was like walking into a kitchen and being bombarded by the scent of freshly baking bread or cookies right out of the oven. It was warm and sweet and so damn tantalizing he was forced to stop and take a deep breath to steady himself before he entered the garden. However, once he turned the corner his breath suddenly stilled. Hiiro sat Indian style in the middle of a ring of rose bushes, the soft light of the waning sun sprinkling down around him. These warm rays reached out to gently caress Quatre’s golden bangs, lighting his face with an ethereal glow as he sat on Hiiro’s lap, his legs wrapped around his waist with their palms gently resting open handed against each others. Their eyes were closed and Duo had to swallow hard as his own took in the minimal distance between the two boy’s mouths. How could Hiiro stand it? Being so damn close to him, he was right frigging there! Not a centimeter away, all he had to do was lean forward a fraction of an inch and take him. The image made the braided boy’s heart race and he had to remind himself once again the blond wasn’t his to take. He was just about to open his mouth and interrupt them when Hiiro’s control broke and he claimed that kiss. Quatre hissed and kissed him back for a moment then forced himself to pull away. ‘H...Hiiro...’ he whined, pushing the Japanese prince reluctantly away. ‘Sorry,’ Hiiro breathed but his hands were holding the boy close as his lips strove to claim another taste. ‘The energy changed,’ he explained, leaning him backwards to lay him on his back on the grass. ‘Duo,’ Quatre’s soft whimper rose up just before Hiiro kissed him and pressed his weight down, driving his hips into the soft earth. ‘Yes, it felt like…’ the prince replied then leaned back and turned his head to see his lover standing there looking like he’d just seen a ghost. Duo’s face was so pale it made his long bangs look almost black in the soft light of the garden. ‘Duo?’ the prince intoned, sitting back as his longhaired lover suddenly swooned and fell to his knees. ‘Duo!’ he barked, rushing over to him. Duo only held out a hand to reassure him. ‘No sweat,’ he said, wiping the dampness from his brow as he peered up at the young blond boy who was curling his knees up under his chin and looking like a vanilla ice cream cone. ‘Your Dad,’ he explained as Hiiro helped him rise to his feet again. ‘Tuberov’s sent a fleet to sanction Earth.’ ‘Shit’ Hiiro breathed. ‘You ok?’ he asked, brushing the damp bangs from his eyes. ‘Fuck, no,’ Duo chuckled then added in a more serious tone as his eyes roamed over Quatre’s form once again. ‘He’s driving me crazy,’ he admitted softly. ‘Is there anything we can do?’ Hiiro asked. He didn’t want to think about the logical solution of separating the two permanently. ‘I dunno,’ Duo sighed, letting his lover lead him from the garden. Hiiro threw a goodbye look over his shoulder that the blond boy caught and smiled at as they left. ‘Maybe Trowa can help,’ the prince suggested. ‘Inner peace is his gig right?’ he smiled, pulling Duo close to his side. ‘Yeah, fine,’ the braided boy replied. He was feeling better the further they got from the blond boy. ‘As long as I get to keep my anti-grav belt.’ ‘You won’t need it,’ Trowa’s voice broke in. They turned to find the tall boy standing on the stay wire of one of the communications towers about twenty feet up. ‘We’ll need a new ship,’ he pointed out. They couldn’t very well fly Duo’s into the mouth of the Tribarian fleet, they’d be recognized. ‘Got any idea’s?’ Duo asked. ‘Aiken,’ Trowa replied. Hiiro and Duo looked at each other. To their knowledge no one that wasn’t of Aikenian descent had ever stepped foot on the shrouded planet. Trowa’s people guarded their secrets selfishly. They were known to be a deeply spiritual race and fiercely private but if Trowa could get them a ship so they could infiltrate and see the Emperor; it’d be worth a try. ~ * ~ tbc... |
