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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 "
It had been quite a surprise to receive the call from their friends during the season. It wasn’t a time when weekend getaways were really advisable between five rival pilots even if four of them were married to each other. The press would have a field day with them if it got out but Quatre had been so insistent they couldn’t refuse. Something was seriously bothering their Arabian friend so they packed their bags and headed out like any good friend would do. The fact that Wufei had also been invited only confirmed the possibility that there was a major problem. The fact that Quatre had not offered to disclose the nature of this problem only further indicated the seriousness of it. “Hey, Quat. Here, I’ve got those,” Duo greeted his slight blond friend. He tossed a worried look at Hiiro as he took the bag from Quatre’s hand. They’d never seen such a forced smile on his face before. “Thanks,” the blond boy replied. “I’m glad you came,” he told them glancing at Hiiro in a way that made him feel oddly as if he had something he wanted to say. “Wufei’s already arrived,” he said instead as he led them into the small beach house where he and Trowa often vacationed. Trowa was sitting in the living room with Wufei when they entered, each looking somber as they rose to greet their friends. Duo’s concern was growing rapidly as Trowa actually hung back until Quatre had started heading up the stairs with Hiiro before coming over to join Duo. The odd little glance that the blond boy gave them from the top of the landing made him feel a little sick to his stomach. Had they had a fight? Why was Quatre looking at him so… forlornly? And why wasn’t Trowa looking at him at all? Duo decided very quickly that he didn’t like the air in this place one little bit. “You ok?” the braided boy asked his taller companion, unable to restrain his growing concern but Trowa didn’t reply. He just looked at him, his face unreadable then turned and walked away. “What in the hell’s going on?” Duo asked his raven hared lover who was the only one left by his side at the time but he could only shrug. “Quatre insisted on waiting until you guys got here before discussing it,” he informed him. “Shit,” Duo breathed, letting some of the tension drain from his shoulders. “What could have happened?” he mused, looking up the staircase again. “Why don’t you go get settled in and maybe we can find out,” Wufei suggested. Duo nodded and went upstairs with his bag. “…like he can help being attracted to someone,” Quatre was saying as he approached the door and Duo stopped. He knew it was wrong to listen but he had the feeling he was about to mess with something that was better left alone. “I think all we can do is be honest about it, really,” he added in a sad tone. “I just… I don’t really know how to tell Duo.” Any further conversation was stalled by the sudden appearance of Wufei in the hall. The boy’s ebony brows lifted upon seeing Duo’s pallid face. “Duo?” That single word was all it took to alert the boys in the bedroom to his presence and the door suddenly swung open. Quatre stood there with soggy eyes and a look of deepest remorse on his crimson face and all Duo could think to do was gather him into his arms and hug him tight. “Do not tell me you guys are breaking up,” the longhaired boy breathed. “No,” Quatre replied hugging him fiercely. “We just felt you should know,” he said then took a deep breath and pushed away. Duo’s concern grew when he saw the look of utter confusion in Hiiro’s dark blue eyes. “Come on,” he told the blond boy, guiding him from the room. “We need to sit down and talk this out.” They gathered together in the small den downstairs. It was quiet, even the light was soft, the colors tranquil. Quatre had planned it that way when he’d decorated to make the room a haven in which to work comfortably. It now became a sanctuary where the five boys sank into the deep, black leather furniture. All but Trowa who chose to stand by the wall, his arms folded, his expression unreadable and, Duo noticed, as far away from Quatre as possible. Duo sat on the couch beside the shaken blond and Hiiro in the chair beside them while Wufei poured them all a much needed short brandy. Duo let Quatre drink his before he prompted the conversation. “Why don’t you tell us exactly what’s going on?” he asked Trowa, who not on only appeared to be more collected than his lover but the source of the problem. He was a bit surprised when the tall boy remained silent and Quatre spoke instead. “It’s not his fault,” he sighed in a shaky tone as he looked to his lover’s eyes. “He can’t help it if he fell in love.” “Quatre,” Duo began but he cut him off. “It’s ok,” he told him, trying to sound brave. “I know how much he loves me,” he added, offering his silent lover a watery smile. Duo’s chest tightened as the anger began to rise. How could Trowa just sit there and let the frail blond boy deal with this alone? Apparently he wasn’t the only one. “Maybe he can’t help it,” Wufei said unkindly as he glared reproachfully at the tall boy still standing silently by the wall. “But he could at least declare his feelings himself if he...” “I can’t stop thinking about him,” Trowa cut in. “You don’t have to…” Quatre began but… “But its true,” the taller boy said and for the first time ever that any of them could recall… his voice broke... and Duo’s anger melted away. “I don’t know what else to do,” he said, his tone even but weak. “I can’t stop thinking about him,” he said again, his legs showing signs of the silent tremors in his body that he held at bay by sheer force of will. “Trowa,” Quatre breathed but Hiiro was already there supporting him and all the blond boy could do was squeeze Duo’s hand. “I didn’t want it,” Trowa said softly, allowing Hiiro to guide him to a chair. “But once we kissed... it just kept growing... I tried to ignore it... make it go away…” “That’s enough,” Quatre said, his tone firm enough to silence his lover’s rambling. “You cannot help being in love,” the blond boy said looking much stronger for having said it. “Jesus, Quatre. I’m so sorry,” Duo breathed, hanging his head. “It’s not your fault either,” his friend replied. “Please,” Trowa whispered softly clinging to Hiiro’s arm. “Tell me what to do,” he pleaded. Duo sat there watching, his mind and heart slowly going numb as Trowa’s deep emerald eyes looked up into Hiiro’s cobalt blue and he begged, “Please... tell me how to forget you.” “Hiiro?” Wufei gasped softly, actually sitting up in his seat from the shock. He’d clearly thought it to be Duo. An idea Duo had shared until about ten seconds before but it made perfect sense. All year Trowa had been avoiding him, they were never in the same place at the same time anymore. Whenever Hiiro wanted to spar or practice the taller boy had come up with some excuse or another to stay away. Even during promotional parties and events Trowa had made sure that they were never alone. He’d even caught him staring at him a couple of times but it had just never clicked that he might be obsessed with his Japanese lover. Not that he really blamed him but Trowa and Quatre had never known anyone outside of each other. They’d never felt anything for anyone else and until that kiss that had set off their little game last year on their way back from space neither of them had ever touched another. It had to be very confusing for them both. “He’s right,” Duo suddenly said, gaining the troubled auburn haired boy’s attention. “You’ve done nothing wrong,” he told him glancing over at Wufei who smiled a little to assure him he got the gist of where he was going with this. “Did you think we would be angry with you?” he asked. “I want Quatre back,” Trowa said instantly, the frustration in his tone bearing witness to the sincerity of his words. “Doesn’t look like you’ve lost him to me,” Duo countered, smiling at the blond boy. “Hiiro? How do you feel about all this?” Duo asked reasonably. “I want him,” the Japanese boy stated flatly. Trowa’s head snapped up to gape at him, the first true expression of complete astonishment on his elegant face any of them had ever seen. Hiiro didn’t even smile, proving he was dead serious but the confession had Wufei rolling his eyes in exasperation, Duo looking perplexed and Quatre completely stupefied. “What?” Trowa breathed after a long moment, looking both hopeful and afraid. “I have since the day you kissed me,” Hiiro went on, offering him a warm smile as he reached out and brushed the tear that refused to fall from his eye away. “How do you… how do you stand it?” the taller boy asked, slumping slightly in his seat. “Because I know something you don’t seem to understand,” Hiiro told him, tilting his head back up again. “Wanting you doesn’t make me love Duo any less,” he told him, bringing a smile to said lover’s face. “It also doesn’t mean I would ever give up what I have with Wufei,” he explained bringing another smile to said lover’s face. “I am truly honored that you feel something for me,” he smiled and then slowly, the tension seemed to drain from Trowa’s shoulders and suddenly he was lying in Hiiro’s arms. “I’m sorry,” Trowa told him gently. “But I want the sanctity of my marriage back,” he said, taking a very deep breath then releasing it slowly as he pushed away. “There may be only one way to achieve that,” Quatre interjected gently. “No,” Trowa stated firmly. “But ...” “No!” “If you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about,” Wufei grinned. “I want in.” “Fei,” Duo sighed, rolling his eyes. “Well they’re all acting like it’s the damn end of the world,” the Chinese boy groused, standing from his chair to work off a little of the adrenaline that had built up in his legs. “So he’s got the hots for Hiiro. So do I. So do you. Hell, I bet even Quatre wouldn’t turn him down,” he added with a shake of a hand toward the suddenly aghast blond. “Come on, man,” he said to his longhaired lover in frustration. “Since when do you go for all this soap opera crap anyway?” “Well,” Duo retorted defensively. “Trowa’s really confused and Quat… you know? He’s upset so…” “I really don’t know how to feel,” the blond boy sighed. “Well,” Wufei prompted, “are you angry? Sad? Scared? Jealous?” “Want to rip off his dick and tack it to the wall?” Duo threw in, granting everyone a much needed chuckle. Things seemed a little less painful in the moments that followed before Quatre began to speak. “Scared,” he breathed heavily, nodding his head. “I don’t want things between us to change,” he confessed, staring his lover in the eye. “You can’t stop change,” Hiiro reasoned. “It comes. What matters is that you live on.” “It wouldn’t matter if he slept with you,” the blond said but he hung his head as he did so. “I’ll never give him up,” he went on. “I couldn’t,” he added, looking back up into Trowa’s eyes again. “You know I love you,” Trowa felt compelled to say. Quatre smiled and nodded. “Now you’re talking!” Wufei grinned, rubbing his palms together in anticipation. “Wufeeeeii” Duo groaned. “Oh, come on!” the Chinese boy groused, looking for all the world like he was going to pout. “You can’t tell me you wouldn’t want him for a playmate!” he said motioning again toward Quatre. “Me?!” the blond squeaked, backing away from the pair of them a little as his cheeks flamed red while Trowa and Hiiro both laughed at him. “That is not the point,” Duo countered, standing to face the raven haired boy. “What in the hell is that supposed to mean?” Quatre gasped. “It means you got ten of ten on my `most doable` meter,” Wufei grinned. “You know,” Duo barked in frustration, “for a straight guy you sure do have a taste for little boys,” he accused. “He’s bigger’n me,” Wufei countered, still grinning as he jerked a thumb toward Trowa. “Christ!” Duo growled, tossing his hands in the air. “You ok?” Hiiro’s tone was so soft, so full of compassion and worry that it brought them all right back down to ground level instantly. Trowa nodded but it seemed uncertain. “What do you want?” Hiiro asked, his voice laced with hope and reassurance. “I want Quatre back,” the taller boy told him again. “I want to make love to him and see only his face,” he went on. “I want to hear his voice, smell his skin... just like it used to be.” he said. “Then that’s what we’ll work for,” Hiiro smiled. Trowa glanced around as if he didn’t really grasp what he was saying and Hiiro smiled again. “You didn’t think we’d let you face it alone, did you?” he chuckled and, unable to resist, reached out and touched the emerald eyed boy’s cheek. “We love you too, you know?” he told him. “It’s not all about sex,” he grinned, making Trowa roll his eyes softly but he smiled just the same. “First things first,” Duo interjected. “You stop avoiding Hiiro,” he told him, holding out a hand when Trowa opened his mouth to protest. “No,” he said. “That’s what’s got things messed up so bad,” he told him. “We face this head on. I trust you both and I think Quatre feels the same way, huh?” he asked, looking over at the now quiet blond. “It doesn’t matter,” Quatre said again, a certain edge of determination in his tone. “Even if he sleeps with him, I’ll never give him up,” he declared again, making Trowa smile a big, true smile for the first time all day. “Well, alright then,” Duo grinned. “Who’s up for some pizza?” he asked brightly, heading for the door. “How could you mess that up?” Wufei groused, following along behind him. “Wufeeeei,” Duo groaned as they exited. “Well! If you’d’ve just played along we could all be in there ….” “WUFEI!” The three remaining chuckled tiredly before falling silent. Trowa gave a little half smile at the fact that Hiiro didn’t seem to be able to wipe the stupid grin from his face and Quatre got up and came over to sit beside his lover. He placed a soothing hand on his shoulder and sighed softly as he slipped his arm around his waist and pulled him close. They looked so adorable together Hiiro felt compelled to lean over and kiss them both on the head, an action that just naturally seemed to modify itself until he found himself holding them both in a warm, comfortable embrace. He sighed and kicked back letting himself enjoy the feeling and neither of them resisted in the least. It was a very favorable beginning. ** “JESUS HIIRO! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?” “He knew what he was doing!” “YOU COULD’VE FUCKING KILLED HIM!” “Both of you shut up!” “Trowa? Are you ok? Trowa? Look here... how many fingers….” “HE’S A PROFESSIONAL!” “YOU ALMOST SPLIT HIS DAMN HEAD OPEN YOU STUPID FUCK!” “DUO!” “NO!” the braided boy screamed throwing his hands down in his rage. “Hey... open your eyes,” Quatre continued to coax his slender lover as he blinked dazedly at nothing in particular. “That was totally uncalled for!” Duo snarled once again, getting in his husband’s face about the blow of the last match that had almost severed Heavyarms in two. “Calm down!” Wufei tried again but... “What in the hell were you thinking?!” “Win,” Hiiro replied coolly. Duo paused and looked at him, clearly stunned by the reply, then his violet eyes seemed to suddenly burst in to flame and he lunged at his lover. Wufei just caught him before he could plough into him. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” “DUO!” Quatre screeched, rushing to help the Chinese boy in his effort to restrain the rampaging American. “Hiiro,” Trowa’s weak tone brought everything to an instant and complete standstill as he rolled half off the bench he’d been laid upon and stared blearily at the floor, one hand reaching out blindly as he told him, “Take me out of here.” Hiiro moved to obey instantly. All the others could do was stand there and watch as he lifted him and carried him away. “Shit!” Duo huffed, wrenching himself free of his two friends. “Calm down,” Wufei tried again but… “Damn it!” Duo growled, kicking a bucket that was lying in the locker room hard enough to bend it and send it bouncing off several walls. “What in the hell was he thinking?!” he snapped again in his frustration. “You’re overreacting,” Quatre reasoned. “Wwwhat?!” Duo exclaimed, looking astounded by his words. “You saw that shit! He was already down! There was no reason for ...” “It was a legal blow,” Wufei sighed, dropping tiredly onto a bench. Duo just stared at him. “He did what he had to do to ensure the...” “BULLSHIT!” the longhaired boy growled. “He was down! All he had to do was wait for the...” “TROWA WASN’T ABOUT TO STAY DOWN!” Quatre suddenly screamed, leaving Duo wide eyed in shock. “You really think he’d give up that easy?!” the blond growled in his frustration. “Geez! Duo! Just lay off! It was a fair match! He’s all right,” he added in a softer tone. “We all know the dangers of the sport,” Wufei said softly, sounding very tired indeed. Duo just looked lost. He stared out the door where Hiiro and Trowa had disappeared for a long moment before suddenly bolting after them. He found them when he spotted Hiiro going into the infirmary with a glass of water in his hand. Hiiro didn’t look back at him when he burst through the door, instead continuing to feed Trowa another sip of the water before laying him back on the small cot again to rest. “He ok?” Duo asked, out of breath from his pursuit. “He’ll probably have a headache for a couple of days,” the Japanese boy replied, seeing to the injured boy’s pillow. “Hey,” the longhaired boy said softly, coming to look down on him. “How’re you feeling?” he asked, fussing over his sheet. “Ouch,” Trowa replied, making them both smile. “It’s better when you’re not screaming,” he admonished, seeming amused. “Yeah, sorry about that,” Duo chuckled. “I was just...” he glanced up at his blue-eyed lover “So scared,” he told them both by way of an apology. Hiiro smiled for him to let him know he’d been forgiven but it didn’t last long before he was once again gazing at Trowa and brushing the long bangs from his sleepy eyes. “Hiiro,” he began but it was already too late. “I’m quitting the game,” Hiiro said softly. Duo understood without an explanation. It was not discussed among them but the tension was always there. Each knew someday, somehow, no matter how careful they were, one of them might be the cause of the other’s death in the game. For Hiiro to have said this out loud was an earth moving declaration. They lived for the game, all of them. “Me too,” Trowa added softly. Duo just stood there trying to absorb all of the events of the day and wishing like hell Hiiro would just hurry up and kiss him so he could breathe again. His lover didn’t disappoint, slipping an arm around him and pulling him close for a tender reconciliation. “You crack my head and he gets the kiss?” Trowa chuckled softly, without opening his eyes. Hiiro smiled but wasted no time bending to grant him his request. The two had come to a place where this happened now and then. They would find some odd little reason to share a kiss. There was the time Trowa had caught them in the storage room at the second meet of this season; he’d stolen one then as payment not to turn them in. Last year’s mistletoe at the Christmas party was also to blame and now, as was usually the case, there was just a little more there than just between friends. The tiny little offerings seemed to help Trowa cope with is feelings for Hiiro and allowed him to concentrate on his full time lover most of the time so no one questioned the therapy. Duo was fast in reclaiming him once he resurfaced however, going so far as to push him back into the chair that sat beside the bed as he did a fairly good job of cleaning his tonsils for him. “Do that somewhere else,” Trowa finally chuckled. “You’re giving me a hard on,” he told them, making them laugh and break apart just as Quatre and Wufei came in. “Well they’re doing ok, how’re you?” Wufei said with a big, happy smile that turned into more of a giggle when Duo suddenly chirped when he walked by and rubbed his ass. “Are you alright?” Quatre asked, gently bending over close to him. He smiled softly in that way that only Quatre could achieve and nodded his head, the pain slowly ebbing from his young face with his lover’s presence. “We’ve quit,” the tall boy said softly as Quatre looked down into his eyes. The blond boy looked a little stunned for a moment then his expression softened and he smiled, nodding gently as he laid his forehead against Trowa’s. “All of you?” Wufei asked, looking to Duo but he didn’t reply. “Hiiro and I,” Trowa supplied. “I quit too,” Quatre added, making it three. “I think our time has past,” he added, smiling down at his cock-eyed lover. Trowa still wasn’t looking quite right. “Maybe yours has,” Wufei huffed a little chuckle that clearly stated his wish to remain in the game. “What about you?” he asked Duo. “I...” Duo began then paused and looked at Trowa long and hard before saying “No… not yet.” Hiiro closed his eyes as if steadying himself then nodded his understanding. It was clear that he had hoped he would quit as well. No doubt Duo and Wufei’s participation in the game would be a huge source of worry for him but truth be told Duo still needed the game.
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