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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 wasn’t like they really needed the money or anything but Hiiro insisted on getting a job anyway. Having lived most of his life in the highly dangerous and intense world of Gundam battles made his career choices a little out of the ordinary. He’d done a stint as stunt man for awhile but the incompetence of the people he had to work with soon ended that. There was just no way he could risk such dangerous activities when the people setting them up had a grade school IQ. The job with the Preventers didn’t work out too well either as he tended to put himself in harm’s way to protect others so Duo had made him quit. After over a year of trials and failures Wufei had suggested he try being a test pilot and so far it had been working out pretty well. He could work alone. The crews were top in their fields and respected his knowledge and experience. Some even revered him because of his extensive knowledge so it was easy to ensure his own safety and for the most part he wasn’t in any real danger as long as he was careful and took his time. The only draw back was that Duo was gone on the road a lot since he was still playing in the meets. If Wufei had decided to quit things wouldn’t have been so hard but he was also gone... with Duo… in a hotel somewhere… like... together. Hiiro sighed again and rubbed his aching crotch. The damn cold showers really just weren’t getting it anymore. It was the third match of this season, his lovers would be gone for another five days at least since the weather had slowed the competition down. Usually, this wasn’t a problem but it had been so bad that they couldn’t even film so they had postponed matches twice. He sat at the desk trying not to think about what his lovers might be doing to pass the extra hours when the vid phone rang for their usual evening call. “Hello.” “Hey! Hiiro! How’s it goin?” Duo sang, sounding as pumped up as when Hiiro had last spoken to him. He smiled recalling the constant high of being at competition. It had surprised him at first how much he didn’t miss it but recalling still gave him fond memories. “Sounds like you had a good day?” he smiled at the grinning faces before him. Wufei was behind him doing his best to chew off his ear. “Got to trash that newbie Otto,” the longhaired boy chuckled, beating Wufei off as Hiiro rubbed his crotch again. “Did you get to watch?” “Yeah,” Hiiro replied, recalling the zesty flavor of his lover’s skin as he watched Wufei move down to chew on his neck. “That was a really good move in the second round,” he praised but his mind was steadily licking everything the raven haired boy’s tongue was touching. “Jesus, Fei,” Duo chuckled. Oh yes, Hiiro remembered that high very well. “Ah! D...damn,” Duo gasped suddenly as the Chinese boy pulled him backward, his hand firmly buried in his lap. “H...Hiiro…” he groaned as the Japanese boy’s groin sprung instantly and fully to life, the thought that he’d at least get to watch his lovers bringing a shot of excitement to his chest but the vid phone suddenly shook and toppled over where Duo’s foot had apparently kicked it off the desk then went black. “Shit!” Hiiro snarled at the dark screen in frustration. He entertained the thought of taking care of things using his imagination but it only served to frustrate him even more so he just got up and went to make some tea. He’d come back and was half way through the first cup when the phone rang again. “Hey,” Duo smiled, still setting the phone back on the desk at the other end, his hair a mess and Wufei laid out on the bed behind him grinning smugly. “Sorry,” the longhaired boy apologized. “Guess we knocked it over,” he explained needlessly. “Think you’ll be home on time?” Hiiro asked, not wanting to discuss why the call had been interrupted or what took place afterward. “If the weather holds,” Duo smiled. They talked for over two hours after that, recounting the competition, the new pilots and the new prototype jet Hiiro was going to test the next month before Duo got around to asking about Trowa and Quatre. They were all aware of the tensions building in their relationship with the other two boys since the change in lifestyles. They still kept in regular contact but tended to keep to themselves when Duo and Wufei were away. Duo wasn’t real happy about this since it meant that Hiiro was stuck all by himself for the most part and that just seemed terribly unfair but he’d kept his concerns to himself other than some gentle encouragement that they should all relax and spend more time together. “Why don’t you have them over for dinner or something?” Duo suggested when Hiiro told him he hadn’t seen much of them in the past week. “Quatre’s on L3,” Hiiro explained. “Oh,” Duo replied, sounding disappointed. There was no way Trowa would hang out with Hiiro alone so there was no point in suggesting it. “Go get some sleep,” Hiiro told him. It was a four hour time difference so it was pushing 3 a.m. where Duo was so he nodded reluctantly. “I love you,” he smiled, kissing his finger then touching the screen. Hiiro smiled and repeated the gesture before terminating the call. He took a deep breath and stared at the blank screen for a long moment. He still had a raging hard on. Maybe a brisk walk to the corner store would help. He needed milk anyway so he slipped on his shoes, grabbed his coat, opened the door and froze. There, sitting on the top step of the stairs leading down to the parking lot was the one person he really didn’t need to see in his present condition. “Trowa?” The tall boy looked as stunned at Hiiro. Apparently he hadn’t expected him to be going out at eleven o’clock at night. “Hi,” was all he seemed to be able to muster as he stood up, his eyes twitching nervously back to the stairs as if he wanted to run away. “What’re you doing here?” Hiiro asked. Trowa shrugged. Hiiro stared and pushed the heat rising in his groin back down again. “Were you going out?” “Hm? Oh, yeah,” the Japanese boy said, closing the door behind him. “I was just going to run to the store. You want to walk with me?” “Sure,” Trowa half smiled, looking back at the stairs as if relived they hadn’t vanished. The five minute walk to the store was filled with a run down of the things Hiiro had talked with Duo and Wufei about that evening as well as some details on Quatre’s visit to L3 to take care of some of his father’s business. The blond boy was scheduled to return the following morning on the early shuttle. They bought milk and some fast food since neither of them had cooked a proper meal since their lovers had left and munched on it on the way back. Trowa was chuckling at something Hiiro had said when he tossed the wrapper in the garbage can in the parking lot of the apartment building and suddenly realized they were back. Things got really quiet for a moment before Hiiro ventured… “Want to come up?” He knew he shouldn’t. He knew what he was hoping for and it made him feel like a real shit heel for hoping it but his mind and soul were lonely and his body ached to be touched and all the months of holding it all at bay, his attraction for the tall, elegant youth, the deep emotions he felt stirring whenever they managed to steal a kiss, that burning desire that lay just under the surface of his skin just refused to allow him to stay quiet. He felt a rush of heat in his pants when Trowa casually nodded his head. There was no conversation on the way up the stairs. Both boys appeared to be lost in their own thoughts. Hiiro managed a shy smile, it felt so odd on his lips, as he unlocked the door and beckoned his guest inside. He couldn’t believe the tremors in his chest, the throbbing in his crotch, the aching need to be taken. He’d enjoyed being in the bottom position many times with his lovers but this was different. He really wanted it... bad. It wasn’t just to be cooperative or add variety or the oddly satisfying experience of switching places. No, this was an aching, burning need to be wholly and utterly dominated. The flip side of the encompassing desire that made him push Duo beyond his limits from time to time. All he could think about was his wish for Trowa to finally give him what he needed so badly by the time he closed the door behind him. “Hiiro,” Trowa’s tone sounded in the dark as he had yet to turn on the light. The tenor was so soft and laced with need it took the Japanese boy’s breath away. “Trowa I...” Hiiro said turning to face him but that’s all he managed to get out before the boy had him in a firm embrace and was kissing him blind. He felt his strength draining away, his knees turning from solid supports to useless bits of jelly as his spine lit on fire. There seemed to be little reason to talk afterward but then their mouths were much too busy to form words anyway. It was a very odd feeling to be guided across the dark floor. Usually it was his decision for the most part where they ended up but with Trowa controlling his every whim all he had to do was react and he could be granted all the pleasures his body could withstand. It amazed him how the taller boy expertly disrobed him without ever breaking contact with his mouth, not even when he took off his shirt. Hiiro was going to pick up a few tips on this little adventure that was for sure. He soon found himself flat on his back, his legs spreading willingly of their own accord to admit the taller boy as he expertly mounted him but it wasn’t going to be quite so easy. No, Trowa had many more interesting things in mind than just a straight one-on-one romp. The first of which he took his dear sweet time with by tasting every…single... square inch of Hiiro’s shivering body all the way down to his quivering quarry where he dallied so long that Hiiro felt as if he were going to scream in frustration but just about the time he opened his throat he just about swallowed his tongue as Trowa swallowed him whole. He was unaware of the fact that the boy had been preparing him, incapable of separating the sizzling sensations that dominated his lower half and wracked his body time and again until suddenly he arched back and screamed out Trowa’s name, a flood of sheer, scorching heat slamming into every nerve in his body, his mind wailed Duo’s name even as Trowa’s fell from his lips again. He wanted so much to share this with his longhaired lover. Was this what he felt? This excellence was the reason he often lost his voice after sex? Then again, was Hiiro really... this…GOOD! Another hoarse cry ripped from his throat, his back arching high off the bed as every muscle in his body seized and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes then suddenly Trowa was over him, kissing him deeply as he moved gracefully into place. His body needed no guidance finding it’s mark by sheer will alone penetrating him as Trowa pinned both his hands to the mattress and kissed him... kissed him long, deep and wet making his body sob with joy and all he could do was kiss him back and groan in pure, unmitigated rapture. By the time it was over he felt like he’d been hit by a truck. Everything hurt soooo damn good! His muscles were sore, his lips were swollen and bruised and his ass felt like someone had lit a fire up there but he couldn’t stop smiling as he drifted off to sleep in Trowa’s arms. It had been the wildest experience of his life and that’s saying something for someone with two lovers. It was just different with Trowa somehow. There was just nothing else in his life that could possibly have made him any happier. He woke some time later to an empty bed, his heart jumping suddenly until he recalled it wasn’t Duo he was missing but then a missing Trowa wasn’t much better. His wayward lover hadn’t abandoned him however, he was sitting at the desk with the vid phone open, his head laid on the table top on his arms and Quatre’s visage on the screen looking very frightened and concerned. “Ok, where’s Hiiro?” Quatre was saying. “Asleep,” Trowa replied without lifting his head. His voice sounded strange, almost like he was... stuffed up? “Is he all right?” There was a long pause. “I dunno.” Still the tall boy didn’t move. “Trowa?” Quatre said softly. “Please... It’s ok...” “No, its not,” Trowa replied, finally raising his head. Hiiro’s heart almost stopped altogether. He was crying. As a matter of fact it looked like he’d been crying a lot. “It was good Quatre,” he confessed, stubbornly wiping a tear from his eye. “It was really good.” “Well, I’d hate to think you did something like that because it was bad,” the blond joked, trying to lighten things up a little but Trowa wasn’t buying it. “Baby, please,” he pleaded, using an endearment Hiiro had never heard him use before. “Don’t fall apart on me now,” he urged. “I’m on my way, ok? Just stay with Hiiro until I…” his words trailed off as Hiiro came into view. Trowa looked puzzled for a moment then closed his eyes before laying his head back down. “Are you all right?” Quatre asked, making Hiiro feel even more like a shit heel but he nodded anyway. What was he supposed to say? Sorry? It was so inadequate. It suddenly crossed his mind that he needed to call Duo. “Stay with him,” the blond requested and Hiiro laid his hand on Trowa’s shoulder to indicate his acceptance of this mission. “I’ll be in on the eight o’clock flight,” he told him, receiving another nod from the Japanese boy. “Trowa?” he said, addressing his distressed lover who managed to pull himself together enough to look up at him. “I love you,” he said, smiling reassuringly. “You know how much I love you?” he asked, receiving another tired nod. “I’m not going anywhere,” he told him in what sounded like another time. How many times had he had to tell his lover that over the past few months? It was starting to sink in just how terrified Trowa really was that all this was going to lose him Quatre somehow. He couldn’t see that happening, especially not now though he couldn’t make any sense out of that logic. He just knew it to be true. “Stay with him,” the blond boy told him again before terminating the call. “I’m sorry if I hurt you,” Hiiro told Trowa. He didn’t move at all for a long moment then he slowly lifted his head, stood and turned to face him. His emerald eyes were rimmed by red irritation and sparkling with tears but they were as steady and strong as they ever had been and it made the Japanese boy falter slightly under his gaze. He just stood there looking at him for a very long time then he reached up and brushed his knuckles over his cheek. Hiiro inadvertently leaned into the caress, his eyes slipping shut, his mouth opening automatically as Trowa leaned in and kissed him. There was that unholy rush of heat in his body again as the boy’s strong arm slipped around his waist, down his back, over his ass and into the crack. He hissed as the taller boy found his mark right off, causing his legs to spread instantly as he picked him up. Hiiro had no choice but to wrap his legs around his hips or they would fall then he was on the bed again and soon lost to the emerald eyed boy’s expert technique. Well, it wasn’t a horrible way to pass the time. What was one more truck... give or take a bus or two ... right? ** Hmmmmmmmm, damn, it was nice and warm today. He smiled and breathed deep recalling the night, the heat and all the wonderful reasons his ass was so damn sore. It seemed a little odd that he wouldn’t be wrapped up with his lover for the evening, he knew he was there even in his half awake state, he could feel his body heat and gentle movements beside him in the bed so he took another deep, cleansing breath and rolled over in search of that warmth. He had not expected to find two sources. He paused uncertain of how to proceed as he gazed upon Quatre’s blond head pillowed on Trowa’s chest. They were awake but they both had their eyes closed, Trowa’s arms were around him tightly, Quatre’s tucked under the taller boy as they just lay there holding each other. He wasn’t sure how the blond had gotten in. Perhaps they had forgotten to lock the door last night in their haste but he wasn’t sad over it. Seeing the two of them together brought a peace to his heart he’d been lacking since all this started. Quatre must have walked in and climbed right on top of his sleeping lover. They held each other another long moment before the blond finally turned his head over and offered the Japanese boy a small smile. He looked so damn relieved to be in Trowa’s arms again it was no effort at all for Hiiro to return it. “You ok?” the blond boy asked. Hiiro offered him an `eh` kind of shrug and retained the little smile. “D’yu call Duo?” “I tried,” Hiiro told him. “They must’ve decided to go out or something. I’ll try again in a bit,” he promised. He’d tried several times actually but wherever his usual lovers had gone they appeared to have forgotten their cells. Either that or it was just too loud for them to hear them. If that were the case then they were probably too hung over right then to be of much use in this situation anyway. “Are you alright?” he asked brushing the boy’s golden bangs from his eyes as they slipped shut again. Quatre just squeezed Trowa who squeezed back and nodded as he smiled and let out the breath been holding. “I’m going to make some coffee,” the Japanese boy said. It wasn’t that he really wanted any but he was beginning to feel as though he were intruding on a very private moment. His judgment seemed to be sound as the two began to talk in quiet tones the moment he slipped from the room. He took his time making the coffee and even set up a tray with sliced cake and some left over strawberries before returning to the bedroom. He almost dropped the tray when he walked in to find the two of them locked in a heated embrace. He really had no idea what to do. Leave was his first inclination but was that right in these circumstances? It was his bed they’d spent the night in. He felt a little betrayed when he thought about it. Didn’t they even care how this would affect him? Not to mention, how in the hell could Trowa want more after last night?! Then again, seeing the blond boy laying there writhing gently on top of him, his body creamy white as his shirt was now on the floor, Trowa’s brown hands softly caressing his skin. Yeah, he could see how he could want more after all. Actually, he thought setting the tray down, he was feeling a little anxious himself. How different would it be to include the blond? Having Wufei and Duo in his bed together was one of the best aspects of his life. He couldn’t help but wonder as he walked over closer to the impassioned pair, what would it be like to touch his beautiful Arabian friend. Trowa’s hand closed around his wrist painfully before he got the chance to find out. “Stop it,” Quatre breathed as the taller boy held him fast. He really didn’t know how to feel about this development. He was holding him so tightly it hurt. “Relax,” the blond boy breathed, kissing his chin softly and sure enough Trowa’s grip eased off and he released him. “Look at him,” was the next command and the boy’s emerald eyes moved to obey. “Touch me,” Quatre hissed in his ear and Hiiro saw the shudder run through the auburn haired boy but again his body moved fulfilling his lover’s commands. Hiiro stood by and watched as his hands slowly slid up his lover’s slender body, his green eyes never leaving Hiiro’s form as he allowed himself the pleasure of gazing at his still half naked torso. It was making the Japanese boy very, very warm. Trowa’s hands continued to rise until they slipped around the blond and he pulled him tight, his emerald eyes slipping shut as he ground out in a voice so small and needy Hiiro could hardly even believe it came from the same boy that had so completely dominated him the night before… “I can’t lose you.” “No,” Quatre told him. “You can’t,” he agreed with steadfast conviction. “I don’t know how to make you understand,” he went on after a time, pushing back so he could look down at him and Hiiro felt compelled to sit on the bed beside them. “Let me touch him,” the Japanese boy suggested. Trowa’s eyes slid shut again as Quatre’s brow knitted. “How would Duo and Wufei feel about that?” the blond asked. “Let’s deal with us right now,” he replied. “I don’t think I can deal with that,” Trowa interjected. “No one’s ever touched him but me.” “I kissed Wufei,” his lover countered. “That was a game,” Trowa argued. “Yeah,” Hiiro smiled. “But I didn’t get my turn.” “It wouldn’t be right,” the green eyed boy sighed. “You’re not in love with him.” “That’s not true,” Hiiro countered. “We may never have gotten together on our own but I doubt Wufei and I would have either if it wasn’t for Duo,” he reasoned then smiled as he added. “And that is a very healthy, well rounded relationship that none of us would ever give up for anything.” “I always wondered how you guys dealt with things,” Quatre said, making Hiiro smile and Trowa look just down right lost. “What?” the blond looked at him innocently but then his lips curled into a most sinister smile as he leaned down close to him and said, “You know very well I have a very … curious mind.” The words, the action, the purely sinful suggestion in the blond boy’s expression made it very difficult for Hiiro to breathe all of a sudden. “Quatre...” Trowa sighed but the sound was more an uncertain warning than a reprimand. “Just try it,” his lover told him and all at once Hiiro found himself unable to fend off the rush of blood viciously pooled in his lap. “If you don’t like it we can stop,” Maybe, Hiiro’s mind supplied. “Besides,” Quatre grinned evilly, flashing a playful glance at Hiiro that sent a hot flash down his spine. “I’m sure he’s too sore to play receiver by now,” he smiled, slipping down Trowa’s thighs like an overgrown cat rubbing against its favorite scratching post. However, his coaxing was quickly melting Trowa’s resolve. “We might hurt you,” Trowa said, making his last ditch effort to argue against it but there was no conviction in his tone. It was a concern however, since he and Hiiro were the two strongest boy’s in the bunch. Quatre, on the other hand, appeared unafraid. “Oh, please,” he groaned, reaching over to snatch Hiiro into a searing kiss. Several hours later, when he lay in a quivering little ball between them unable to breathe properly, the two dominating boy’s made a silent pact that they wouldn’t do this again unless Hiiro was healthy enough to play both roles. It was late afternoon when the Japanese boy’s stomach rumbled. His lovers had to be famished as well so he decided to get up and see what was in the cupboards and try to call Duo again. The cupboards yielded nothing but a can of peas and a box of Duo’s strawberry pop tarts so he grabbed the pop tarts and headed for the phone to call in some take out. Once that was accomplished he tried Duo’s cell again and was delighted when Wufei picked up on the second ring. “Hi,” he chirped much too happily. “Hiiro?” Wufei replied. “Hey,” Hiiro chirped again, stuffing some pop tart in his mouth. “Why’s the vid off?” was his first question. “Where have you been?” the Chinese boy asked, the forced, even tone of his voice alarming his lover instantly. Was he upset? Did they know about all this already? “I’m home,” Hiiro replied. “I tried to call you…” Hiiro looked at the phone and remembered he’d turned it down last night after his sixth attempt to call Duo so they could sleep for awhile but why would that upset Wufei so much? “Hiiro?” Quatre called out sleepily. “Is that Duo?” “Wufei.” “Are they coming home?” Trowa added. “Hiiro?” Wufei asked, having heard their voices. “It’s a long story,” the Japanese boy replied. “What’s going on?” he asked, knowing now that something was amiss and it apparently had nothing to do with what had transpired between him and the two boys in his bed. “Where’s Duo?” he asked when Wufei failed to reply, his stomach suddenly churning, his chest slowly caving in on itself as the boy still refused to answer. “Wufei?” he breathed in a tiny, little, frightened voice. “He’s hurt,” Hiiro felt his heart stop. “It happened in this mornings match.” No… no….. no…… “It’s bad.” NO! Hiiro was out of his chair and jerking his pants on before the words stop echoing in the room. “What’s wrong?” Quatre asked, sitting up groggily. “Duo’s hurt,” Hiiro replied just before
he bolted out the door.
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