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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 "
“Ow!” “Sorry.” “Geez, relax.” “May we have the rings, please.” Quatre stepped forward looking splendid in his dark blue suit, the soft violet trim standing out in gentle contrast to his pale hair and offered his two friends the rings that he bore on a small satin pillow. It had taken a small army to pull off the semi-extravagant wedding in so short a time but Hiiro had insisted it be done within the week and Duo had insisted he was getting a real wedding or they could all go jump off a short pier. Hiiro’s hand trembled slightly as he fumbled with the small golden hoop. He smiled sheepishly when the ribbon securing it to the pillow refused to release it and Duo backed up a tad to save his sore toe from being tread upon a second time. After a long, uncomfortable moment the chestnut haired boy’s face softened into that amused little smile Hiiro had first fallen in love with as he placed his palm over his lover’s mitten like hands. The effect was instantly calming, allowing the Japanese boy to free the ring and turn to face his lover once again. “If you would exchange vows, please,” the Justice of the Peace smiled. Hiiro glanced back at the two hundred plus guests that were anxiously awaiting their words to each other and felt his throat instantly close off but Duo appeared to be handling the public display well enough so he decided to go first, easily freeing Hiiro’s ring from the pillow and raising his hand to slip it on his finger as he gently intoned. “You are my destiny.” Hiiro took one look into his endless, violet eyes and suddenly there wasn’t another human being in the entire universe. “I will always find my way back to your side,” he told him, touching on their frequent separations up until that point. Hiiro already knew it was true but it was a nice feeling to have it linked to the unbroken gold band on his hand. “I love you,” Duo added smiling warmly. The entire congregation gasped and giggled when the Japanese boy suddenly became overwhelmed with emotion and jerked him into his arms and kissed him. “Um... excuse me,” the Justice said nervously, glancing around at the amused crowd. “We haven’t come to that part…” “I will love you forever,” Hiiro promised as they parted completely oblivious to the Justice, their friends and the two hundred onlookers as he held him tight and slipped the little golden symbol of his vow over his lover’s delicately trembling finger. “This I can honestly swear,” he added, then kissed him again. They never heard the crooning awww’s and appreciative chatter that followed, nor the anxious stammering of the Justice as he awkwardly finished up the ceremony as quickly as he could and stepped back out of the limelight. It took the steady hand of Wufei on the back of Hiiro’s shoulder to remind him that they were not alone, though his presence did nothing to calm the raging need that had sprung up in his belly. The Chinese boy never had a chance to avoid it when Hiiro suddenly grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him, too. It was short and for the most part platonic but Wufei quickly did the same for Duo making it look as if they were simply sharing an affectionate moment. No one had to know the depth of that affection. The interruption had served to break the moment however, even if Duo did still look a little dazed and everything seemed fine until Hiiro let him go and his knees gave out. The two boys barely caught him in time before he hit the floor. Another chuckle of adoration ran through the assembly as they drew the crimson faced boy back to his feet. “You ok?” Hiiro asked in a hushed tone but his face was lit up like the sun. “Show off,” Duo accused, shaking the cobwebs out of his head. “My turn yet?” Trowa quipped, an uncommon joke before moving in to kiss the braided boy on the cheek and congratulate him, his lover following in his footsteps and offered Hiiro the same. There was a long procession of well wishers, each bearing a gift for the happy couple and by the time it was over Hiiro was starting to appreciate the benefits of having a large wedding. The stack of gifts was quite impressive. Of course, it didn’t hurt that most of the guests were filthy rich either. Oddly enough, not only had Duo insisted on inviting Relena and her family but she’d actually shown up. She’d brought a gift and presented it to the couple with a stale smile and a resentful stare for Duo. Hiiro saw the bitter-sweet longing in her eyes before she turned away with her father. Most of the other guests were people connected to them by their profession: other pilots, sponsors and of course their teams. G and J appeared to have had some history and spent much of the reception engaged in deep conversation. Duo smiled thinking about the fact that if either of them had any idea what they were up to they’d be spitting kittens. “What’re you grinning about?” Wufei asked, slipping up beside him. “Don’t I have the right to be happy on my wedding day?” Duo smiled smugly, sipping his drink which he almost spilled down his dark blue shirt when Wufei’s hand crept up the crack of his ass. “Indubitably,” the Chinese boy grinned, relishing the rosy mantel on his cheeks. “I’ve got first dibs today,” Hiiro intoned gently, slipping up to occupy Duo’s other side, Duo swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the crowd as his new husband’s hand joined their occasional lover’s on his ass. “No harm in keeping him warm for you is there?” Wufei countered, lacing his fingers with Hiiro’s. “Your consideration is… admirable,” Hiiro smiled as they both squeezed hard. “Eep!” Duo squeaked, smiling at a startled young woman as she passed by and his face lit on fire. “May I offer my congratulations?” a smooth tenor spoke as a tall, ginger haired man they all knew as Treize Khushrenada, the captain of the Tallgeese team, stepped up looking as regal as ever in his Colonel’s uniform. “Thank you” Duo squeaked, flashing a heated glance at his new husband who was smirking for all he was worth. “I must commend you on your bravery,” the man went on amiably. “There are few from your walk of life who would be so bold,” he smiled, lifting his glass to the assembly. “It’s just a wedding,” Hiiro countered, daring the man to delve further into the issue. He declined. “I believe you’ve met our pilot,” he said instead as the tall, sleek, impossibly beautiful visage of Zechs Marquise, the league’s own personal walking Adonis joined them. He was the only person in the sport who could compare to Duo for raw beauty and tended to be quite pleased with himself because of it. “Hello, Zechs,” Duo smiled. “Duo,” the man replied, looking him over. “You look well,” he told him, gently touching the hand the boy had extended to him. “Hiiro,” Zechs added a tad coldly. He’d been somewhat chilly toward the Japanese boy since he’d learned that his sister, Relena, had been jilted by him. “Best wishes to you both,” he offered looking Duo over again. It wasn’t so much that he found him compelling as the fact that he appeared to need to use the restroom or something. Why was he doing the pee pee dance? “Would you excuse us?” the longhaired boy suddenly burst, grabbing both the grinning tom cats by his side by the hand as he dragged them off toward the bathrooms. “Are you trying to drive me crazmmufff!... mm… mmm,” Duo groaned, finding his back suddenly slammed against the wall. “Lock the door,” Hiiro growled, already half way through unbuttoning his shirt. “Hiiro, wait,” Duo gasped but Wufei had already checked the stalls and was locking the door. Hiiro’s only response was to lift him up by the thighs and deposit him on the counter as he proceeded to ravage his entire body. By the time they were done with him they all kind of looked like they’d been put through the spin cycle. “Wicked…evil... bastards…” Duo panted as things finally began to settle down. Hiiro chuckled, which made Wufei cringe and Duo arch back into the wall gasping for breath. The effect was so nice he did it again. “Always wondered what bottom might be like,” Trowa’s even tone stopped them all dead still. They all looked over at him at once standing there dangling a ring of keys from one long finger as he grinned at their blushing faces. “Doesn’t Quatre give you any?” Duo quipped, trying to lighten the mood. “Yeah,” the green eyed boy smirked as the three untangled themselves. “But he doesn’t have an aggressive soul,” he smiled, watching the thoughtful expression on Hiiro’s face. “Stop it,” Duo grunted, slapping his husband sharply on the cheek. Hiiro just chuckled and continued to fix his pants. “Is it that late already?” the longhaired boy asked, doing the same. “Quatre’s already out front with the car,” the taller boy told him. “Shit, I want a piece of cake to take along,” the braided boy said, quickly grabbing his jacket and heading out the door. “Duo, wait!” Wufei called, scurrying after him. “That’s my jacket! Here!” Hiiro laughed some more as he pulled his own jacket on to find it was actually Duo’s and a full size to small. His eyes looked up amusedly at Trowa who had just laughed out loud for the first time since he’d met him. He was amazed to find that it looked damn good on him. He’d never have guessed the boy had laughing eyes. He paused as he walked by him to consider him once more. If Trowa thought oddly of this he showed no sign of it, just stood silently with that amused little expression. Once again Hiiro felt himself giving into an odd impulse as he reached his hand up towards the boy’s face. He didn’t pull away or lose the little smile so he let his hand continue until it had slipped along the finely chiseled jaw and into the short, soft hair at the back of his neck. Trowa was taller than Hiiro, a first for him as Duo was slightly shorter and Wufei the same height but he didn’t let it deter him as he tilted the boy’s auburn head to the side and kissed him gently. He found it very odd at first. Not like with Wufei who had pretty much instantly made him want to jump between his legs. With Trowa it was more of a mutual consent at first then, unexpectedly Hiiro felt himself slowly melting under the taller boy’s presence. It was the oddest sensation he’d ever felt but the sheer power emanating from the emerald eyed boy’s kiss was making him seriously weak in the knees. It didn’t really help when Trowa slipped an arm around his waist to steady him and deepened the kiss. It was as if his will were being siphoned off. Was this what Duo felt when he kissed him, this kind of unmitigated surrender? Gods! No wonder he gave in so easily!! He was sincerely disappointed when Trowa finally pulled back and smiled. “Guess I’ll never know” the taller boy grinned before turning and leaving him on slightly wobbling knees. “Sonofabitch,” Hiiro breathed, looking around the empty bathroom as if someone might have materialized to witness his sheer lack of domination in that situation before he pulled himself together and went to join his new husband. ** “Where the hell is Howard?” Katell’s sharp voice rang out. The woman was louder than the ship’s sirens. “Che,” Conner scoffed, taking a long swig from his bottle of hooch. “Where else?” “Duo called in then?” she asked, looking highly amused at the thought. “He’s up there sittin’ on the comm ain’t he?” the man sneered sarcastically. “You’re just pissed he never let ya nail the little shit” she jibed. “Fuck you, Ket.” “In your dreams, come on,” she told him, snatching the bottle out of his hand. “We’ve got a fluctuation in the aft engines,” she told him, using the bottle as bait to get him to follow. Howard sat snug in his confidence that soon the little light on the comm that would herald his favorite son’s arrival would light up. After all, he’d saved him from the street, from his men, from a life as another man’s toy and from himself. Why would he ever really want to go away forever? He’d been more than tolerant with the boy but now it was time to come home. Maybe he’d even let that kid Hiiro come along. He looked like a capable guy; might be profitable to keep his best thief happy for awhile. He smiled when the little light suddenly blinked. “Welcome home, boy,” he grinned into the open comm. “Yo, Howard,” Duo’s voice called happily, which put the man instantly on his guard. “How’s in hangin? Need any new polish for that dome of yours?” he chided, making his former employer down right wary. “Where are you?” Howard asked, checking his screens and finding no sign of a ship in the area. “Almost home,” Duo replied. “You got the gem?” “’Fraid I can’t help you there,” the longhaired boy answered lazily. “I told you I’m retired. I’ve got a good thing goin’ on now and the old man ... ya know? He’s just not real tolerant about this whole thief gig.” “Who are you calling an old man?” Howard was out of his chair flipping switches and checking screens in an instant. “All hands! Battle stations!” he bellowed over the inner ship comm as he hit the alarms. “You can be quite ornery.” “Who in the hell”re you?” the man barked not recognizing Wufei’s voice. “Wouldn’t that make him an old goat?” Quatre chimed in, further alarming the frantic man. “Where in the hell are you people?!” he growled in frustration, still unable to detect them. “Take off the shades, Howard,” Duo’s tone grinned over the airwaves. “I’d really hate it if you missed this,” he added, killing the cloaking device that he’d used to conceal the five, huge Gundams. Howard stopped dead still and plopped into his captain’s chair unable to form the words to reply. “Sorry about this,” Duo said casually as the five split up and headed to their respective assignments. Wufei unleashed his fury on the main power turret on the belly of the Peacemillion. Quatre and Trowa turned their blades to cutting loose the starboard engines and Duo headed for portside while Hiiro hung in Wing Zero right off the point of the ship … waiting. Howard woke up the moment the ship keeled. “What the hell’re you doin’ta my ship!?” he bellowed, flipping more switches and turning knobs as if they were going to save him somehow. The other members of the crew were frantically trying to find some way to deal with the menace but with the power turret out even their smaller guns wouldn’t work anymore. Something no one other than another Sweeper would have known. “You’ve been a bad boy, Howard,” Duo told him, using his huge thermal scythe to cut loose the top part of the port engines. “Wait!” Howard cried. “We can make a deal!” “Too late,” Duo replied coolly, slicing through the bottom. There were explosions all over the ship as Quatre and Trowa were also making quick work of the starboard engines as well. “I TOOK YOU IN, GOD DAMN IT!” the man bellowed. “You messed with my friends,” Duo replied coldly. “YOU NEVER HAD ANY FRIENDS!” “He does now,” Hiiro’s icy thread split the air waves. Howard’s jaw fell into his lap and his ass into his chair as he stumbled back at the sight of seeing the massively huge, duel barrels of Zero’s deadly beam cannon rising up. A moment later his soul split in two when he saw his starboard engines floating away into space where Hiiro reduced them to so many bits of ash and rubble with a single shot. “No,” Howard breathed, finally realizing the extent of his fate. “’Fraid so Kahuna,” Duo sighed. “Too bad really, if you’d’ve just played fair things would’a been different but...” Howard was unable to feel anything at this point as the second set of engines was expertly obliterated before his eyes. “That ought to set you back about twenty years, huh?” Duo chuckled as the five Gundam’s converged. “You should drift close enough to XL3994 in about two years to make a distress call,” he told him. “Hope you packed the cupboards.” “DUO! I SWEAR I’M GOING TO…” “No,” Hiiro said in a tone of purest inhumanity as he raised the cannons and aimed them point blank at the small window where Howard sat. Their ten meter wide barrels not more than twenty meters from his face as he stated, “You won’t.” “Oh, that’s right,” Duo said suddenly, leaning Deathscythe against Wing’s shoulder in a casual display of intimacy. “You haven’t met my new husband yet.” “Husband?” Howard echoed, still unable to take his eyes off the ebony darkness within the cannon’s womb. “Yeah,” the longhaired boy laughed. “Ain’t that a hoot? And after all those times you let me off cuz I was a guy. Go figure, huh?” “Damn you,” Howard hissed. “Just FYI,” the braided boy went on, the utter glee in his tone oozing out of the speakers. “He does things for me you couldn’t even imagine,” he goaded. “Hey!” Wufei chimed in. “What about me?!” he asked sounding pouty. “You know I love you,” Duo consoled. “Who in the hell're you!?!” Howard growled, still not recognizing Wufei's voice. “Oh, that’s my lover,” Duo replied casually. “But you said he’s your husband!” “Yeah,” Duo giggled. “Life’s been pretty good since I decided to go straight.” “Straight!?” Quatre suddenly broke in, laughing his ass off. “Another lover?” Howard asked gloomily. “Yeah,” Duo replied, making his head snap up. “But not mine. That one’s Trowa’s. You met him, he’s the one that helped Quatre set your starboard side free,” he informed him, laughing as Trowa used the end of his Gatling gun to lift up the back of Sandrock’s skirt. “By the way,” Wufei chimed in. “I wouldn’t be expecting those goons you sent after me to come toddling home anytime soon,” he told him. “Wufei?” Howard said, finally realizing who he was. “Well,” Duo breathed. “Gotta go. Have a nice vacation there, big kahuna,” he laughed as Hiiro finally pulled the huge gun away and the five great mechas zoomed out of sight. For a long moment all he could do was sit there and stare after them as his crew tried to salvage what was left of his ship, then his head sagged and he chuckled his defeat. “Little shit,” he breathed fondly, kicking back in his chair in preparation for a very long break.
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