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"As Luck Would Have It"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/Action/Adventure/Romance, Angst,
sap, fluff, mild lemons, multiple partner sex, light (playful) BDSM
(in moderate amounts), mild languag, Bastardized Howard (but he gets
better), Relena-bitch (she gets marginally better by the end too),
RxOC, mention of 1xOC (very brief/drunken one nighter/wake up and
run type thing ^-^) Dominant pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x2, 3x1, 2x4 Multiple
pairings: 1x2x5, 1x3x4, 2x3x4, 1x2x3x4x5 Summary: In a world of uncertainty a group of
teenage boy’s faces the challenges of their unique lives and
eventually discover their good fortune in each other. "As Luck Would Have It "
Pagan, the chauffer, stopped the car and went around to open his door. He’d never been comfortable with that type of pampering but if he didn’t do things the proper way the girl in the pink dress anxiously stepping down the front stairs would no doubt reprimand the old guy. “Hiiro!” she gushed as she always did when he arrived for his summer visits. It had been his caregivers wish that he spend his summers this way, keeping the pretty, little socialite company. It wasn’t horrible but he had always been glad to leave. There were many other ways he could think of to spend his time rather than lounging in the company of the doting, starry eyed girl. “Hello,” he smiled, turning his cheek to her as she tried to kiss his mouth. For a sixteen year old lady her aim wasn’t too bad, he just narrowly evaded her. “I’m so glad you’ve arrived,” she giggled, taking his arm. He allowed it for a moment until he could use the excuse that he needed to retrieve his bag from the trunk Pagan had just opened to separate from her. As expected, she threw Pagan a disapproving glance when he insisted on lifting the heavy bag himself instead of allowing the sixty year old man to do it but this was where he drew the line. She wasn’t really a hateful person but he’d known for a very long time just how spoiled and pampered she was, the little princess through and through. In the end it really wasn’t her fault everyone around her spent all their time and effort preening, bolstering or otherwise worshiping her in some way. He didn’t hate her but he wasn’t really all that fond of her either. He had every hope that she would eventually outgrow the fanciful `knight in shining armor` image she’d saddled him with so long ago. No matter how pretty or sweet she became he found he simply couldn’t see her as anything but sisterly. It was reasonably easy to ignore her constant teenage prattle as he had become well adept to tuning her out over the years. He spent the first couple of days as usual, fending off her attempts to bushwhack him. At sixteen her hormones had already kicked into high gear and since she regarded him as her future husband he was the natural choice to dump the raging emotions on. He had other ideas however, like finding her a suitable mate that actually wanted to be in her company. It wasn’t all that hard to avoid her most of the time, he had the help of the house staff after all, but there was no getting out of the luncheon he found himself dressing for. He wasn’t thrilled to be forced to attend but a new face now and then could be interesting. He was delighted to find that he was not to be the subject of another preening session between Relena and her friends when he saw two boys sitting at the patio table with the starry eyed girl. The first he recognized immediately as Quatre Winner, the young heir to the Winner Dynasty but the second he had never seen before. He was thin and tall, about the same age as the rest of them with striking emerald eyes and a curiously blank expression. Quatre on the other hand was smiling brightly with a warm twinkle in his ocean green eyes. “Hiiro, please come join us,” Relena cooed reaching out for his hand but he side stepped her using the excuse of holding her chair for her while she seated herself. “Have you met Mr. Winner?” she asked pleasantly, conveniently forgetting that the other boy was there. “No,” Hiiro replied, offering the young heir a nod. “Quatre Raberba Winner,” the blond boy smiled amiably. “Yes, your family is quite well known,” he returned with what he thought was, at the very least, a friendly smile. He was really a bit relieved when his companion, whom he introduced only as Trowa, didn’t appear to feel the need for such false impressions as they simply offered each other a nod. Most of the next hour was spent discussing Quatre’s father’s many different endeavors as well as, to Hiiro’s great delight, Gundam Wing, a very popular sport involving great mecha’s that Hiiro was quite proficient at. Relena went on about her latest charity as well. Pompom’s for the aid of underprivileged house cats. Patrons could buy a set of Pompoms that had actually been used by the cheer leading group for the Sanc Kingdoms mobile suit team for the benefit of house bound felines everywhere. “….wouldn’t believe the amount of people that go off to work everyday with no regard for their cats well being,” the girl prattled on in spite of the fact that the conversation continually wrapped back around to Gundam Wing. “Hey!” Quatre suddenly beamed. Trowa attempted to stop him but it was already too late. “Why don’t you join us on holiday next week?” The blond realized his mistake instantly as Relena’s eyes lit up and she gasped. “Oh, that’s a splendid idea!” she crooned grasping Hiiro’s arm in her jubilation. “We can all meet at Harden’s Spa!” she sighed dreamily then sat bolt upright. “Oh, Hiiro! We could have a mud bath together!” she gushed, squeezing his arm so hard it was bound to bruise. “Actually,” Trowa interjected “We already have reservations at the Meteor Resort.” “Oh,” the girl sobered. “Sounds like fun,” Hiiro smiled in spite of the girl’s insistence to accompany them. “It’s a brilliant idea,” Relena perked up again, leaning dreamily against Hiiro’s shoulder. ** “Wow! Did you see the dresses in the shop in the lobby?” Relena twittered excitedly as she and Hiiro checked in. “Here you are,” the clerk smiled. She was young and small with blonde hair and a name tag that read Sylvia. “Room 812,” she told them, handing them the room card. “There should be another,” Hiiro informed her. “Oh,” his companion smiled meekly as her cheeks flushed rosy red. “I thought we’d just share.” “Why don’t you see if they have that dress you liked in your size?” he asked, noting the clerk’s faltering grin. “Oh, did you like it?” Relena beamed. “I’ll be right back,” she said, kissing his cheek before she left as he once again avoided her lips. “I’ll need a separate room,” he told the clerk who was already handing him another room card. “Enjoy your stay sir,” she smiled. “Thank you,” he replied. It was oddly easy to return the smile, even if it was a bit feeble. Relena had been unhappy about the room arrangement but Hiiro pacified her with the fact that it would be highly improper for them to share. The fact that his room was on the other side of the resort didn’t help her mindset any either but it was doing a world of good for Hiiro’s. Quatre and Trowa had arrived the day before so once he’d stowed his things he called them then went down to the restaurant in the lobby to join them for lunch. Hiiro wondered when he was told by Sylvia the clerk that they were both in the same room if maybe this Trowa was Quatre’s body guard or something. He certainly fit the bill. Hiiro got the feeling the boy could handle himself quite well in spite of his young age. “Hello, Hiiro,” Quatre smiled his brilliant smile, standing to greet him at the table. Trowa sat in the chair next to him, right next to him. The close proximity seemed to support the body guard theory. “I’m so glad you came. Is your room alright?” the blond asked, sitting back down as Hiiro joined them. The place was bright and airy and smelled of noodles and roasted almonds. Very appetizing both to the eye as well as the stomach but considering what a room cost it was no wonder. Hiiro wasn’t really well funded himself but his benefactor was very well connected. With the prospect of his becoming a pro mobile suite pilot his spending was, for the most part, unlimited which could come in very handy at times. “It’s fine. Trowa,” he added nodding in return to the emerald eyed boy’s silent greeting. He could really get to like this guy. “We took the liberty of ordering you a drink,” the blond boy smiled as a young waitress with short dark hair approached them and offered the aforementioned spirits. Hiiro was pleased to find his usual herb tea in the small cup. “I hope I remembered correctly,” Quatre smiled sipping his own cherry vanilla spice. Trowa appeared to have a taste for something a little stronger as he had a straight bourbon sitting in front of him. Perhaps he wasn’t actually as young as he looked. “It’s perfect,” he replied. “I’m flattered that you’d remember.” “I have an eye for detail,” the blond boy shrugged demurely. Trowa smiled then for the first time since Hiiro had met him as he leaned forward and laid his hand over the blond boy’s eyes. Quatre almost giggled and blushed horribly when he leaned in close... very close to his ear and said softly, “Tell us what Hiiro’s wearing.” “Trowa I…” “Humor me,” the tall boy breathed right smack in his ear, causing the blush to shift to something down right disturbingly appealing. “Cream colored oxford shirt, high in the collar,” The blond began. “Long sleeved, cotton fiber blend,” “And?” Hiiro didn’t miss the shudder run through Quatre’s small body when Trowa whispered the word in his ear. Perhaps he was more than just a body guard after all? “Blue jeans,” the blond went on but his voice was breathy now. “Button fly... loose fit... bronze rivets… little… lion head on the top button...” Ok, he was officially impressed. Did he have a photographic memory? “What else,” Trowa asked. Hiiro could feel a strange heat growing inside him as he watched his emerald eyes begin to smolder, his gaze lapping at the gentle curves of Quatre’s crimson face, the delicate strands of his golden locks. Christ... he was almost licking his ear! “An earring,” the blond ground out, his chest lifting heavily as his lungs labored for air. This boy was definitely more than just a body guard. They were lovers, no doubt about it and Trowa was doing very little to hide that fact at the moment. “Which ear?” Trowa breathed, letting his lips graze Quatre’s ear. “Left,” Quatre replied in what was nearly a gasp. Trowa hovered there, just above his ear, the tender, sensitive part of his neck just behind and below proving too much of a temptation as he moved in almost tasting the skin and said so softly Hiiro almost couldn’t hear it over the mad rush of blood in his ears. “More.” Quatre swallowed hard; so did Hiiro. “A silver wing,” the blond described the small earring Hiiro had worn since he first became interested in the mobile suit sport. Finally Trowa seemed satisfied, slowly moving away as he removed his hand from eyes that were now passion bright and sparkling with mischief. “He’s very gifted,” he told their flustered guest as he reached up and brushed a little shining spot along the blond boy’s lower lip assuring that he wouldn’t actually drool on himself there at the table. “Right,” the Japanese boy heard himself saying. There was more but he really didn’t trust his voice just then. What was this strange heat that had built up in his gut while he watched the taller boy teasing the blond? “Trowa,” Quatre breathed in a shaky little voice that kind of made Hiiro’s tail bone ache. The emerald eyed boy only paused to smirk at his companion. “I don’t think I’m very hungry anymore,” the blond said looking for all the world like he was waiting for the starting gun to sound. Trowa smirked some more and got up to pull out his chair. “You’ll forgive us,” he told their bewildered guest as he guided Quatre to his feet and led him toward the elevator in the lobby. What? Were they going to go have sex right then? In the middle of the afternoon? Without lunch? Hiiro consoled himself by reminding himself that they were on holiday. What better time to relax and unwind and indulge one’s desires? “Hiiro!” Or not. “There you are,” Relena smiled, panting a little as if she’d just run the entire ground floor in search of him. When he thought about it, she probably had. His eyes began to rove over the other patrons as he greeted her and offered her Quatre’s still warm seat. There had to be someone here that would suit her. “You’ll never believe who I ran into,” she began her usual non stop prattle. This person this; that person that, it was always the same. Why she found other peoples lives so very interesting was beyond him. Perhaps she was just unhappy with her own, all the more reason to find her a mate. There were only two boys in the café that were really young enough for her and one of them weighed twice as much as Hiiro and had a bowl hair cut that made him resemble Twiddle Dee. The other was a prospect, however. Hispanic, nice face, good build. Obviously well off and he’d noticed her when she came in wearing her new dress. He’d have to find out who he was but his attention was drawn away just then by the sound of bells in the air. No, it wasn’t bells it was… someone was... laughing. He couldn’t see very well as the laughter was coming from the other side of where some large in-house trees blocked his sight but there looked to be a couple sitting at a table. What looked to be the waitress was standing beside them, her head thrown back momentarily as the angelic bells sounded again. He could see her hands, delicate and slender and the tip of a long, brown braid dangling along the back of her thigh. “…iiro? Hiiro! Are you listening?” “Hn? Oh, yes, go on,” he told his companion absently but he wasn’t hearing her words. There is was again, the sweet, crystal sound. There was no doubt that it was the waitress’s laugher but Hiiro had never heard a more hypnotizing timbre. His chest grabbed suddenly as he realized when the obscure form went to move away that he had no idea who this person was and suddenly he was on his feet. “Excuse me,” he tossed absently over his shoulder at the scandalized girl before rushing off in the direction of the one who had made the melodious tone. Where had she gone? He really wasn’t thinking when his feet carried him toward the kitchen where several of the other servers eyed him suspiciously when he headed straight for the swinging, double doors. “Hooo!” “I…” but his voice betrayed him the moment his eyes fell on the vision before him. “You ok?” the boy he’d almost run into asked, looking him over critically but he still couldn’t find his voice. “This is the kitchen,” the boy informed him. “Guests aren’t allowed but if you like I can have the chef come out and greet you at your table,” he smiled. “I…” Hiiro’s voice deserted him again when he suddenly noticed the long, brown braid dangling down the boy’s back. This had been the person whose laugher had so warmed his heart? He could believe it. He was he most gorgeous human being he’d ever laid eyes on. Just looking at him gave him a warm feeling inside that made what he’d felt with Quatre and Trowa feel like a cold shower. “You’re not ill are you?” the boy asked finally. “No,” he replied. Damn! He was making a damn fool of himself! “I just…” “Hiiro!” “Is that your table?” the boy asked, chuckling at the way Relena was waving anxiously in their direction. Hiiro couldn’t answer. “Go on and relax,” the boy said moving around him with his trays still perfectly balanced. “I’ll come over and see to your table myself,” he promised, leaving the Japanese boy feeling really … very… drunk. “What happened?” the girl asked as he returned but he hardly heard her. What in the hell was wrong with him? He glanced over at where the boy was delivering his trays of food and replied, “Nothing.” “Did that waiter do something wrong?” she asked. “We could ask for him to be removed if he bothers you,” she added. “Honestly, that hair shouldn’t be allowed in an eatery anyway.” “It’s beautiful,” he commented absently, still gazing at the boy. He felt the corners of his mouth curl up when he heard him laugh again. What an odd feeling. “Yes,” she sighed, sipping her drink. “I supposed if one’s vanity is worth the trouble. It must take hours just to wash it out.” Hiiro’s mind instantly flashed on a vision of the boy lying naked in a tub of bubbles, his long hair free of its confining braid and flowing gently over Hiiro’s thighs as he worked it into a thick lather and ran his fingers through the impossibly long tresses. That heat in his gut was becoming... bothersome. It only got worse when the boy smiled and walked over to their table. “Hi,” he greeted amiably, offering Relena a gentle bow which she ignored in favor of watching Hiiro’s response to his arrival. “Now, what can I do for you?” he asked. “Have you ordered your lunch yet?” “Do you work here full time?” Hiiro asked. “Uh… yeah,” the boy replied, looking a little off set by the question. “Would you like me to check on your order?” he offered. “We haven’t ordered,” the girl informed him, opening her menu. “Well,” the boy said looking over at the waiter that had taken Hiiro’s drink order apologetically. “I could put something in for you if you like.” “What time to do you get off?” “Excuse me?” the boy asked. “Hiiro?” Relena followed with an equally bewildered expression. “I understand the resort has a Gundam Wing simulator,” Hiiro went on, gaining the boy’s full attention. “I’d appreciate it if you could show me around,” he told him. “Oh, come now,” the girl began but Hiiro silenced her by holding up his hand. “You play?” the boy asked, smiling a tiny little smile that set a really big swarm of butterflies fluttering in Hiiro’s gut. “I’ll need a partner,” he managed to tell him through the maelstrom. “Alright,” the boy agreed. He’d made Hiiro very happy but those butterflies seemed to have become seriously pissed with his words. “I’m off at ten,” he told him. “If you’re here then I’ll go have a match with you.” “I’ll be here,” Hiiro assured him. “I’m Duo,” the boy introduced himself, holding out a hand to the tipsy Japanese boy. He’d said yes. He was going to see him again. Tonight. In just a little over nine hours. “Hiiro,” he returned. It took a raised eye brow from the longhaired boy before he remembered his lunch date. “Relena Darlian,” he said without taking his eyes off the boy. “This is Duo.” His mind noted every small motion as the boy reached out and took the hand she’d offered bowing slightly in greeting to her. He couldn’t help but notice how slender and beautiful the hand was even compared to the girl’s before she withdrew it. “I’ll see you later then,” Duo smiled.
A smile so real and genuine it left the Japanese boy with light head
and a huge grin as he walked away.
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