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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 "
Ch 13 They came up with a tentative plan to tail Duo but he didn’t seem comfortable with it. It was a given that Hiiro and Wufei would follow no matter what he said however, so therein lay the plan. Trowa had tried several times to raise Quatre on the cell again to no avail. He was beginning to get quite worried about the blond boy but they didn’t have time to go in search of him so they packed up, strapped on the amazing array of weapons Duo had somehow come up with and headed to the seedy strip joint The Crack House which was located in one of the worse parts of the city. It was incredibly hard for Hiiro to stay hidden as Duo was continually assaulted by overzealous patrons with glazed eyes and a taste for beauteous boys. He clenched his teeth and held his ground again as he watched Duo fend off a large, surly looking man with two chins and a shit load of piercings in his lower lip. He was just about to break cover when another man slipped up behind his husband envisioning himself twisting the guy’s wrist until it snapped, leaving him groaning in pain but something about the approach made him pause. “Hello, pretty,” the guy grinned toothily, looking Duo over but this time there was a hint of recognition in his eyes that held Hiiro at bay. “Since when does Howard send his snakes to do a pick up job?” Duo sneered; turning his head away from the foul stench of the man’s yellowed teeth. “Don’t be ssssstupid,” the guy replied, playing up the snake comment as he blew the air in Duo’s face making him gag. “I’m exssspendable… we both know that,” he told him, pressing in on him. “Mess with Howard’s goods you’ll be in lots of little pieces before you die,” Duo warned. The guy grinned maliciously as he looked him over hungrily, the drool slipping from the corner of his misshapen mouth. “Might be worth it,” he replied, pressing in again. Hiiro was just about to break cover again when the guy suddenly howled in pain and Duo’s expression changed to one of pure hateful determination as he held him up by the shirt and whipped the bloody knife in his hand off on his cheek. “Where is he?” the longhaired boy demanded. Hiiro swallowed ... hard. He’d never seen his lover look more dangerously beautiful before. “Don’t know,” the guy gasped, holding his injured stomach. Luckily things like this didn’t appear at all out of the ordinary in this place so the other patrons merely gave them a wider birth. Duo turned the knife leaving a long gash in the man’s face as he squealed. “I don’t know! I was supposed to bring you to the shuttle! That’s all I know!” he whined, shriveling up on himself. Duo offered his husband a determined glance before hauling his whimpering escort away. He learned that in the two years it had taken for the Peacemillion to drift far enough to be rescued the crew had revolted twice, blaming Howard for their imprisonment. It had only been through a great deal of perseverance and clever politics that he’d managed to regain control and keep his limbs intact. The promise of revenge against Duo had been a major swaying point in his resurrection as leader of the group so they had come up with this plan. However, many of the original crew had abandoned them once they were free of the debilitated ship which meant that they also had to rebuild the crew meaning that there would be a bunch of new low life’s that Duo wasn’t familiar with around Hiire. The ones he knew were frightening enough but to have his daughter in the hands of people he had no idea what to expect from was just down right terrifying. The shuttle took several hours to make its rendezvous with another, larger ship just outside the moon’s orbit. Duo knew his lovers and friends would be close behind but they were careful enough not to get close enough to be detected. Knowing they were there helped to calm him but not being able to see them was scary as hell. He soon found himself facing the remains of what had once been the starship Peacemillion. Hundreds of maintenance droids were busily reworking the damaged areas, preparing for the time when Howard could find a way to replace his lost engines. The docking bay appeared to be in working order. Duo paused suspiciously when he stepped out into the landing bay to find Katell standing there with a small squad to greet him. “Where’s the old man?” Duo asked, sizing up the situation. Katell appeared to be in control but Conner was there to back her up. The man hadn’t changed much; he was just as big, just as dark and just as dull looking as ever. Katell however, had a predatory gleam in her pale green eyes that set Duo’s hackles on end. She’d always had a thirst for power and it looked like somehow she’d managed to acquire it. Why Howard would finally give into her was a question Duo couldn’t answer. “All tucked in comfy cozy waiting for your skinny little ass,” the tall woman grinned. “I want to see Hiire,” Duo demanded. “Everyone’s got a dream,” Katell gaffed. “Search’im.” Two men he didn’t recognize ended up with severe lacerations before they abandoned the effort. The woman just laughed at them. “Still a prickly little flower, huh?” she chuckled. “Alright,” she nodded finally. “But you leave the weapons behind.” It was Conner who stepped forward this time and after a moment to reestablish the fact that Duo was intimidated neither by his size, presence or the dull gleam in his eyes when they raked the slender boy’s body he complied, laying the three knives and two pistols he had tucked away on his person in the man’s outstretched hand. Conner’s grin widened but he did not retract the hand until Duo pulled the small hand pistol and short knife from his boot as well. “Where’s Hiire?” he demanded once again, ignoring the triumphant look on Katell’s long face. She smiled as if she understood he would go no further without his request being granted then motioned for someone to come forward from a door about twenty feet behind her. Duo felt his chest light on fire in his effort not to run forward when he saw the child and her escort step into view. It couldn’t be. He had no idea how it had happened but he’d never been more frightened or relieved to see Quatre in all his natural born days. It was obvious from his attire and manner that he was not a prisoner but how he’d managed to place himself as a member of the crew and Hiire’s caretaker in the past day and a half would have to be a question left answered at a later date. Duo was just so relieved that the child had a friend hidden in the ranks of this scum he couldn’t stop his mind from reformulating the plan to accommodate for this happy occurrence. They had an inside man and a shield for Hiire; that seriously upped the chances that they’d all come out of this in one piece. Quatre showed no signs that he had ever seen the braided youth before him as he carried Hiire forward, her little arms wrapped tightly around his neck as she buried her head in his shoulder. Duo couldn’t help but marvel at the change in the usually chaste blond. His hair was different somehow, the style was the same but the way it framed his face gave him the look of something wild and dangerous. Or maybe it was the not quiet sane expression in his deep, ocean green eyes. The black rubber vest that contrasted almost violently with the boy’s pale, white skin pushed the idea that this person could possibly be the Quatre he knew even further away. A blood red, braided leather tie on his upper right arm, black choker, low slung black leather pants that looked as if he’d been wearing them for about a year without taking them off and the outline of a faded tattoo of a lion with blazing green eyes on his left chest muscle made him wonder if perhaps he were only some oddly placed look alike but no, this was Quatre. No doubt about it. He was highly impressed not to mention fairly turned on. “Hiire?” Duo called, doing his best to ignore the tasty vision of his friend. The child raised her head and looked at him then jumped down and ran full throttle into his arms. Duo caught her with an audible gasp of relief and hugged her tight, whispering a constant stream of instructions in her ear. “Ain’t that sweet,” Katell cooed sarcastically, leaning closer to the leering Conner. “Sweet enough to swallow whole,” the man grinned, making Duo’s stomach turn over and his eyes harden to violet rays of death as he glared at him. “Time to go, rat boy,” Katell told him coldly. “Be good,” she grinned while Duo put Hiire down continually repeating his whispered instructions to her. “Or I’ll hafta let Cat here use her for a scratching post,” she smiled. Duo tensed as he felt her slip up beside him, Conner’s looming presence hot against his back as Hiire did as she was told and ran back into Quatre’s arms. “He really has a nnnasty little way with kids, dontcha think?” she jeered. He could feel Conner’s moist breath on his neck. “So trusting,” she sighed softly as Quatre picked the child up and held her tight backing away from the group toward the door. “Bet she’d do just about anything he told her to,” she purred softly in Duo ear. He almost laughed but the urge fled quickly when Conner’s big hands slipped around his waist and gripped his hips. “Ah, ah, ah,” Katell warned when he tensed in his preparation to remove them, his eyes still locked on Quatre and Hiire. “Howard’ll kill you if you mess up his toy,” Duo reminded them. “I don’t think he’ll mind,” Katell grinned triumphantly as Conner’s seized him picking him up off the ground entirely, one hand slipping up the front of his shirt and the other firmly gripping his crotch as he carried the squirming boy away. Duo managed to match Quatre’s glare as he backed away with Hiire clutched protectively in his arms, a silent understanding between them that no matter what, the child came first. The longhaired boy was pleased and relieved to see his blond friend turn and flee down the corridor with the child. Conner had a busted nose, several bruises and a mean disposition by the time he managed to deposit Duo in a dark cell in the detention area. Katell had laughed her ass off every time Duo managed to nail the bigger man until he’d pushed her into a wall and stormed off in the lead, tossing the longhaired boy so hard on the steel floor of the cell it knocked the wind out of him. The woman howled with glee as the big man began to rip Duo’s clothes from his body. He received a cracked rib, busted jaw and lacerated shin when Duo kicked him hard in the effort before Katell finally seemed to lose interest in the event. “Come up to the bridge when you’re done,” she told him, shutting the cell door behind her and leaving him to his fun. Duo’s exhaustion from not being able to sleep over the past two days as well as the high intensity of the stress and overwhelming emotional strain he was under gave Conner the edge he needed to place a well aimed blow that cracked his head against the hard wall of the cell and robbed him of his clarity of mind. All he knew was that he was lying on the cold metal floor, it was dark and Conner was tearing at his pants. He lay there for a long moment, the man’s efforts to figure out the weird buttons and buckles that were barring him from his goal, jostling him around on the floor before he realized there was another in the cell, a figure in the corner laying silently in the dark. After a time it moved, rolling over and standing up. Conner didn’t seem to notice as he had finally managed to open a couple of the buckles holding Duo’s ass prisoner and was intent of freeing the last. Duo wondered at the irony of life when he saw the ridiculous Hawaiian print on the shirt, the stupid flip flops and ... did the man still have on those asinine sun glasses even in this pitch black place? He smiled to himself, unable to reconcile the pure irony of the fact that it was Howard’s foot that had just connected with Conner’s face, sending him sprawling back into the wall unconscious. The man didn’t seem too stable as he tipped back into the wall and slid down it sounding very tired as he rasped in a gravely voice. “You ok, kid?” “Just gimmie a minute,” Duo groaned, pushing himself up. “I’ll be fine once I’ve killed you,” he told him coughing as Howard laughed wryly at the comment. “What in the hell’s going on?” he asked instead of acting on the urge to bring the idea to fruition. “Mutiny,” Howard sighed and as Duo’s vision began to clear he saw that his former employer was beat to hell and back. His face was swollen and bruised, his glasses cracked, he was favoring his left arm as if it might be either broken or dislocated and really just all around looked like shit. “When?” Duo asked. “A year out,” Howard replied tiredly. “Sorry, I got you into this mess,” he told him, wiping a trickle of blood from his nose. It looked broken as well; it’d probably take awhile before the bleeding stopped, days maybe without treatment. “So they made you make the calls to lure me in,” Duo chuckled wryly. Howard nodded. “I didn’t know they were after your girl,” the man told him. “They just dropped’er in my lap and said do it or they’d take her apart piece by piece and mail her back to ya.” Duo closed his eyes and nodded. It was all making a
lot more sense now. Howard was a bastard and tended to do some very
nasty things but it was more often than not to people who deserved
it. Duo was only alive, in one piece and living without major emotional
damage from being used as a sex toy because of his constant efforts
to protect him over the years. Howard had, of course, gleaned every
bit of profit from having Duo around as he could manage. He was a
businessman after all but for all his teasing and insistence that
Duo was his, no one was allowed to touch him on this pretence, he’d
never once actually laid a hand on the beautiful boy. In his heart
Duo had always known it was for his own good but in the end he couldn’t
help hating the bastard for his wicked ways. However, he now not only
owed him his chastity again but he needed his help. ~ * ~ tbc... |
