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"Moon Dance"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: Post war cannon/Five pretty boys save
the world! … again ^-^ Fluff, Sap, Light angst, mention of lemon,
moderate language Beta’ed by Mechante Fille *hugs* Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: Hiiro finds his feelings for Duo are
deeper than he had realized during a mission to correct a shift in
the moon's orbit. "Moon Dance "
Ch 2 “Trowa’s probably got dinner ready by now,” Duo told him, wiping the oil from his fingers. “He cooks?” Hiiro scoffed, shutting down his laptop so he could disconnect from Scutter Butt’s mainframe. “Well, if we let Quatre give it a try we’d starve to death,” Duo laughed. “What about you?” Hiiro asked, smirking sideways at him as they fell into step and headed for the galley. “I’m a pilot on this mission,” the longhaired boy replied haughtily. “If I’m gonna risk my ass out there poking around the mouth of an active beam cannon, the least they can do is feed me.” “Still can’t cook,” Hiiro nodded knowingly, getting an oil rag upside his head for his trouble. However, when they arrived in the galley it was to find Relena and Chelsea milling around the stove while Quatre and Trowa sat… together, Hiiro noted, very close together, at one of the booth style tables. “Maaaaan!” Duo enthused, roaming over to peer into the pots. “That smells great! What is it? Spaghetti?” “Linguini,” Relena replied, offering him a small bit of the sausage she was stirring. “Oh man,” he groaned happily, rolling his eyes in ecstasy. “If you ever wanna change professions…” “It’s Chelsea’s recipe,” she informed him, laughing lightly at his antics. “I’m just stirring it.” “Still, wanna tag along to L2?” he grinned at the girl who blushed softly and batted him with her potholder. He paused a moment to consider the scowl on Hiiro’s face when he noticed, then glanced at Trowa and Quatre and suddenly switched gears. “You guy’s hear from Wufei?” he asked slipping onto the bench opposite from them. “He checked in about an hour ago,” Quatre replied. “Said he’d like it if you could find time to contact him before you turn in tonight,” Trowa added to Hiiro. “How are his preparations on the moon going?” Hiiro asked but his eyes were on the creeping blush on Quatre’s face due to the encroachment of Trowa’s arm behind his shoulders. “He’s on schedule,” Trowa replied, watching Hiiro’s reaction as he laid his hand on the blond boy’s shoulder, effectively putting his arm around him. “But we’ll need L2 up and running in three days time if we’re to managed the shot this month.” It was an odd revelation but not one that overly surprised him. Hiiro had long since accepted the fact that Quatre and Trowa were closer than the average best friends though this contingency had never seriously entered his mind. However, from the way Quatre was glowing and unable to hold a steady gaze and the unflinching stare Trowa was inflicting on the Japanese boy, he had no doubt that they had at some point stepped over the line of friendship into something infinitely more intimate. “Then we’ll have to finish up here tomorrow,” Hiiro reasoned, choosing to ignore the relief that flooded Quatre’s eyes as well as the small smile that graced Trowa’s lips. The beaming grin on Duo’s face, however, left him fighting a battle against the mantle on his own cheeks while Relena and Chelsea chose that moment to announce that supper was ready. Hiiro wished he could just take his food to his cabin and eat when the entire lot around him suddenly became as giddy as a flock of gaggling geese. No one openly said anything about Trowa and Quatre but they appeared to have become a bit drunk on the open way the blond boy was now snuggling under his lovers arm. Duo was the only one that said anything, but that was only to jibe the couple playfully over small couple-type things such as the hickey that peeked from below Quatre’s collar or the possessive way Trowa kept cutting Chelsea off whenever she spoke to Quatre. He made his call to Wufei after dinner, confirming what both of them already knew save for the curious events over supper at the bottom of the sea. “Were you aware…” he began, pausing when he realized if Wufei didn’t know he would be informing him. “Is there a problem?” Wufei inquired suspiciously. “No,” Hiiro sighed. “Everything is fine, it’s just… Quatre and Trowa…” Wufei waited a moment before a tiny smile curled his lips. “So they finally came out.” “You knew?” Hiiro gasped softly. “It was obvious enough,” the Chinese boy snorted. “Not obvious enough for me,” Hiiro sighed dejectedly. Had he truly been the only one that didn’t know? “Some things are easier to see when you’re not involved,” Wufei nodded but Hiiro could only crease his brow. “What?” “You’ll figure it out,” the Chinese boy laughed. “In the meantime, get Duo to L2 on time. Without that secondary beam we have no chance at success.” Hiiro nodded and ended the call but his mind still worried at the problem. He wasn’t even sure what the problem was but something was amiss in his world and he was getting more and more desperate to find it and put it right. He was certain it had something to do with Duo; perhaps allowing his best friend to drift so far away had been the wrong path. Or maybe it was the issue of Relena’s desire to progress in their relationship and take things to a more intimate level as Quatre and Trowa had. He was so deep in thought he was unaware of the soft moaning sounds in the hallway until he turned the corner and came upon Trowa pinning Quatre to the wall. “Sorry!” he blurted, back peddling. “Hiiro!” Quatre gasped, tossing his lover a glaring scowl. “It’s our fault. We shouldn’t have been doing that sort of thing out here. I told you we’d get caught!” “It’s just Hiiro,” Trowa chuckled, moving in on his reluctant lover again. “He’s a big boy, he understands.” “That is not the point, Trowa Barton…” “If you’ll excuse me,” Hiiro interjected, backing away again. “Hey, Hiiro?” Trowa called after him. “Hn?” “Running away will not win the prize,” the taller boy smiled, making his point by kissing his squirming lover square on the mouth. Hiiro laughed lightly and retreated, opting to simply return to his cabin and save the trip to the head for later. Duo had turned in due to the need to rise early and begin work, leaving him ample time to go over the plan on his laptop. He had spent a good hour reading through the details of the jobs they were to perform the following day when a soft sound drifted to his ears. It was coming from the other side of the wall where Quatre and Trowa’s cabin was located but he didn’t realize what the sound was until his ear was pressed firmly against the metal and he heard the unmistakable moaning of Trowa’s name. Jerking back as his heart slammed in his chest, sending a heated rush throughout his body that caused him to almost drop his laptop on the floor. He tried desperately to control both the rampaging visions of the events in the adjacent cabin and his own fumbling hands as he gathered his things to him and tried to catch his breath. Trowa was… was he… damn! He couldn’t think! He definitely couldn’t think that! Not about his friends! But the images came unbidden to his mind as Quatre’s voice raised in volume and a steady thumping began to sound on the wall. He would be touching the smaller blond, no doubt, he would be over him, his legs spread…damn it! It wasn’t right for him to think such things! He dropped his laptop on the bed and buried his head under his pillow but the grunting of Trowa’s voice could still be heard, the thumping on the wall growing faster then slowing only to speed up again and Hiiro’s mind exploded in a whirlwind of indecent thoughts. He would kiss him, as he had in the hall, that’s when they grew quite, he must have been kissing him. His hand moved slowly down his body to grip at the painfully neglected erection beneath his jeans. Quatre was a boy but that meant nothing to the creative mind and Hiiro’s just happened to be fully capable of solving any problem that arose. Trowa would be on top of him, his hips moving as steadily as the tapping as he repeatedly invaded the blond boy’s body. Hiiro’s grip tightened as his eyes squeezed shut, his ears straining to hear Quatre’s pleading cries as his own jerking movements brought him closer to relief. Again Quatre cried out his lover’s name and Hiiro arched back digging his fingers into the sheets as he pushed his body harder, ever higher toward the summit. It was so good, he wished he too had a partner to call out his name but it was Trowa’s voice grinding out the tone of Quatre’s that resounded in his ears when his body suddenly tensed and released. His mind counted out the remaining taps against the wall as the blinding light began to fade, his heart surging once again when he heard the couple’s capitulation before the guilt began to creep into his chest. What had he done? Sweet Mother of God! Had he actually just jerked off while listening to his friends make love? He was wholly mortified by his behavior, moving jerkily in his anger as he cleaned himself off. He couldn’t comprehend it, having lost control so badly. He felt as if he owed his friends an apology but this was not the sort of thing that was absolved through reckless confessions. He was stuck dealing with his guilt on his own but, should he truly feel so badly about it? It was natural wasn’t it? It wasn’t like he had purposely poked his eye into a peephole with the intention of spying on them. The revelation that he was a healthy, human boy with needs and desires just like everyone else made him laugh softly at himself. This was a perfectly natural reaction, though still somewhat embarrassing, but it made him wonder after the fact if he shouldn’t consider the possibility that he was ready to take a lover of his own. ** “Morning!” Duo called poking his head out of Hachi Toes’ hatch. “D’ju sleep well?” he grinned and Hiiro got the definite feeling he was aware of the particular challenges of sleeping in a cabin beside the resident couple. “Don’t you eat breakfast anymore?” Hiiro grumbled, ignoring the growling in his stomach as he dropped his gear into Scutter Butt’s cockpit. “Not on workdays,” Duo replied. “Hachi gets a little grumpy when I toss my cookies during the ride.” Hiiro’s left brow rose at this comment but he refrained from questioning it. “You wanna take the fusion capacitors?” Duo asked, slapping his chest plate into place and Hiiro paused to consider how sharp his slender American friend looked in the outfit. “They’re a little tricky if you’re not proficient with the thermal torch.” “I can handle it,” Hiiro huffed, securing his own light armor. It seemed almost redundant to use such measures but one couldn’t be too careful when dealing with pressures of this magnitude. “Then let’s get this show on the road.” Hiiro locked down in the pilot’s seat wishing he had his Gundam and the ample advantages of its size and attributes as he fired the bot’s engines and followed Duo into the glimmering access pool. Outside was an entirely different world. He could feel the pressure of a mile of deep ocean water pressing in on him as he guided the spider-like robot along the black sands. Duo was ahead of him, the exterior lights of his unit the only evidence of life beyond the oppressive darkness and Hiiro’s stomach lurched when he saw the robot suddenly shift left and skitter up the side of a cliff he hadn’t remembered was there. “Duo?” “Take that one slow,” Duo’s voice came back over the com. “’Specially if you decided to eat anything before we left.” Hiiro swallowed nervously, steeling his constitution as he came up on the rock face but he was still unprepared for the disorientation when the bot rotated and he did not. The cockpits in the sand scutters were built so that the pilot remained upright at all times, pivoting in its static position so that the body and legs were free to move about in any way necessary without tossing the pilot around. However, it was quite disconcerting to have one’s `body` turn upside down when one’s mind remained upright. Each time the robot was required to move into another position, either vertically left or right or even completely upside down it was like suddenly having to pilot a completely different machine. Hiiro found himself leaning heavily on some of his oldest training in order to keep from becoming too sea sick to complete the mission. “The capacitors you need to switch out are on the eastern edge of the crag,” Duo reminded him, moving in the direction of some misty lights embedded in the ocean floor. “I’m going to head over and see if I can finish rewiring the lasers.” “On my mark,” Hiiro replied, watching the milliseconds tick off. “Mark.” “See ya on the flip side!” Duo called merrily as he skittered like a giant crab across the black sands. “Try not to fall into the crag!” “See if you can bring your ass back without a radiation burn,” Hiiro retorted, smiling when Duo howled with glee. “You’ve changed,” Quatre’s soft tone sounded over the com some minutes later as Hiiro bit back the urge to vomit while he turned his unit over and back several times trying to get a workable position. “Haven’t we all?” he asked distractedly, pushing images of Trowa buried between the fair blonde’s legs out of his mind. “I suppose,” Quatre sighed. “But it’s nice to see you’ve learned to take life a little less seriously.” “Have you cut the power yet?” Hiiro asked, readying his torch. “Trowa?” “It’s down,” Trowa’s voice confirmed. “Test it,” Quatre instructed and Hiiro grunted an affirmative when the test was successful. An hour passed with little disturbance in which he was able to change out all but two of the capacitors that were necessary to alter the fusion reactors used to supply power to the massive beam cannon. His brow dripped with sweat in spite of the chilling temperatures at the bottom of the sea as his task required a great deal of concentration. It was hard enough just to stay on the rock face, which was perched precariously over a bottomless crag in the ocean floor. If he fell he knew he would never survive, as the increasing pressure of the fall would surely crush his unit before it ever hit bottom. He cursed his frazzled nerves when he dropped one of the plate-sized components when Relena suddenly greeted him. “How is everything going?” she asked softly and Hiiro bit back the curse as he always did in her presence. “Two more to go,” he replied, checking to make sure he still had the spares he had brought along. “Wonderful,” she breathed and he could tell she was smiling. It was comforting the way she always openly showed her concern and he took solace in her smile. “That means we might get to have lunch together.” He paused for a moment thinking of Duo and how his task was coming along before entertaining the thought of what it might be like to actually take her out to lunch on a date. They had done it many times in the past but he had never considered the time spent as pursuant to an intimate relationship. Intimacy with Relena? Why did the thought leave him less than enthused? “You ready to head back?” Duo cut into his thoughts, sending a hot flash along his cheeks as the reality of what he had been thinking came to light. “You go ahead,” he replied shortly. “I still need to get these two in place.” “I’ll give you a hand,” the longhaired boy smiled, suddenly looming over top of him where he clung to the cliff and he almost lost his grip but Duo had hold of him in less than a heart beat. “You, ok!?” he gasped, looking white as a sheet and Hiiro felt the undeniable urge to reach out and hold him. “I’m fine,” he assured him, securing his bot back to the cliff. “Hand one of those over and let’s get the hell outta here,” Duo demanded and Hiiro swallowed the huge lump in his throat as he did as he was bid. “Fire it up!” he cried once he and Hiiro had backed off to a safe distance. “Shields,” Trowa reminded them, sounding terribly bored by the fact that they had forgotten. “Always the party poop,” Duo groused but his shield was moving into place in synch with Hiiro’s, closing the pilots off from the deadly radiation of the beam. Hiiro held a hand up to shield his eyes when the massive weapon hummed to life, lighting up the ocean floor for a mile around. The dome of energy hummed and crackled while golden lightening danced over its surface and a cheer went up from the control center half a mile away. “You did it!” the Professor crowed. “It’s so beautiful!” Chelsea sang excitedly. “What’dya think, Hiiro?” Duo asked amusedly. “About what?” the Japanese boy inquired, still staring at the awe-inspiring sight. “Is it Gem or Ini?” “What?” “It’s gotta be Gem,” the longhaired pilot concluded, turning his sand scutter back toward the base. “Why?” Hiiro chuckled, following. “’Cause, Ini sounds more like a solar baby.” “And Gem is a precious stone of the Earth,” Hiiro agreed. “Yeah!” Duo suddenly crowed and Hiiro found it difficult not to grin to the point of splitting his head in half. “Exactly! Hey! You’re really getting good at this!” The trip back was much easier on his stomach as the smile in his heart overshadowed the queasy feeling of being right side up while most of him was left side down. He shook his head in dismay knowing that it was Duo’s praise that had given him this lovely feeling but then it had always been so. Even as far back as the last time they were on the moon together he delighted in messing with the American’s mind. He chuckled under his breath recalling the look in Duo’s eyes when he stood ready to shoot him in that cell. Even then he knew his mission to kill the braided menace was no more than an excuse to put him in a position to save him. Never could he have denied himself the warm feeling of seeing Duo Maxwell smile. “You did it!” Relena grinned happily, giving him an uncharacteristic hug when he dropped to the deck. “Professor Sullivan said it turned out better than expected.” “That would be Duo’s creative rewiring,” the Professor smiled enthusiastically, forcefully shaking Duo’s hand when his feet hit the deck as well. “Just maximizing the potential for success,” the braided boy grinned. “We’d have had to wait till next cycle if it hadn’t been for your modifications with those torches of yours!” the man praised. “Wasn’t my technology,” Duo shrugged. “Scythe’s thermal scythe was the prototype.” “A splendid trick if I do say so,” the man laughed, clapping Duo on the shoulder. “Hiiro here’s the authority on beam cannons,” Duo grinned, masterfully turning the attention over on his reluctant partner. “Only when their being used to atomize,” Hiiro deadpanned, staying any thoughtless enthusiasm that might waft his way. The celebration was moved inside where Chelsea attempted to show the Professor how to make a simple grilled cheese sandwich after which Hiiro decided to quietly retreat and work on downloading the data he needed from the sand scutters. His mind wandered while he worked, the dancing lights reflecting off the access pool coupled with a bad nights sleep lulling him into a relaxed state until he finally laid his head back and let himself fall into a light sleep. He knew he was dreaming when the images began to dance around him but the sound of Quatre’s passionate voice still caused his heart to thunder. He knew, by way of logical assumption, the blond must have been less than comfortable considering the position he no doubt took during such an exchange but the sounds he had made bore no inclination of any sort of pain or toleration. He heard him calling Trowa’s name so pleadingly in his mind, his own body heating in response until his thoughts recoiled when the blond boy’s tone suddenly called out his name instead. For a moment he questioned his sanity but then realized as he woke and heard it again that Quatre was actually in the bay and had, in reality, called to him. However, considering the dream that still lingered in his mind and the stiffness in his lap, he wasn’t quite up to facing the fair blond boy just at that moment. “Hiiro!?” “He must have turned in,” Trowa reasoned but the sound of his voice was anything but disappointed. “Not here,” Quatre giggled and Hiiro’s head fell back into the soft headrest as his mind whispered `not again.` “I love it when you say no,” Trowa purred and Hiiro heard something fall and clatter to the floor as Quatre laughed. “You’re going to get us in trouble,” Quatre accused. “Eventually,” Trowa chuckled and Hiiro was unable to stop his hand from flipping on the outside cams. He almost flipped them back off again when he saw that Trowa had his lover bent back over a bench and was openly groping him both with his mouth and his hand but the truth of it was they had chosen a public place to display their affection. It was hardly his fault if they were seen so, shielded by the still closed barrier that had protected him from the brilliant light of the cannon he sat quietly and watched. “We shouldn’t,” Quatre gasped but he made no effort to stop his lover when his hand slipped inside his pants and Hiiro felt his groin stiffen and pulse at the sight. “Too late,” Trowa breathed, moving further over top of him, his hand moving faster as Quatre gasped and arched back into the bench. Hiiro’s brow beaded with sweat as his hand slipped into his lap and squeezed hard. Never had he dreamed it possible that seeing two boy’s doing this would heat his blood so quickly, but hearing Quatre’s soft moans and seeing the intensity in Trowa’s eyes as he gazed down at him, his very soul begging for his completion, set a flare burning inside Hiiro’s body that simply would not be denied. However, before he had a chance to fully free himself and work on his problem, Quatre was crying out, gripping Trowa’s shirt and thrashing beneath him until he suddenly lay still while both boys gasped for air. “Let’s go to bed,” Trowa growled throatily, but all Quatre could do was nod dazedly in reply. Hiiro took a deep breath as he watched the taller boy guide his wobbling lover out of the bay but the tension in his own body still remained. He already had the problem in hand so he laid his head back and tried to relax enough to deal with it. It would be nice to be able to share such things with someone special, someone he cared about that would react in the same delicious ways Quatre had to Trowa’s touch. He closed his eyes letting his mind reach out for possibilities, a small smile gracing his lips when Relena’s face swam into view but the moment appeared to have passed as his enthusiasm quickly withered and shrank. His eyes popped open at the sudden sound of a shield being lowered, his eyes widening when he saw Duo sitting in Hachi Toe’s across the bay. Had he known he was in there the whole time? Did he know he was in there at all? His heart raced with the unknown answers but Duo never once looked his way as he climbed out of the bot and packed away some loose tools that were lying about. Hiiro watched him intently for any sign that he might be aware of his presence but all he saw was Duo pause and look to where Quatre and Trowa had been as he gripped his groin, shifted and rubbed and shook out what was apparently a good deal of tension in his body before grinning and shaking his head as he left. He had silently watched the passionate exchange as well. Hiiro’s mind swam with thoughtful questions. Had he enjoyed it as Hiiro had? The gripping and rubbing seemed to indicate he had. So it turned Duo on to see two boys doing such things? Hiiro felt his fervor reawaken at the thought, his hand gripping tighter as his mind replayed the scene of Duo’s efforts to cleanse his body of the anxiety and suddenly an explosive surge of emotion ripped through his body, his free hand slamming into the ceiling as a powerful orgasm seized his body and left him trembling and weak as he tried to catch his breath and calm his thoughts. He was embarrassed that it had overtaken him so quickly and ended up laughing at himself while he cleaned up to leave. His thoughts were still on Duo, wondering why knowing of his reaction to the events in the bay had excited him so when he ran across the braided boy in the halls on the way to the showers. “You might wanna wait awhile before you turn in,” Duo chuckled, sucking up to pass by Hiiro in the narrow passage but Hiiro refused to accommodate him, forcing him to press against him as he passed. “Why is that?” he asked, knowing full well what was going on in the cabin beside his. “Just a suggestion,” the longhaired boy shrugged. “They’re at it again?” Hiiro chuckled. “Well,” Duo laughed along. “They’re sort of newlyweds and all. Guess we’ve gotta cut them some slack.” “What about you?” “What’dya mean?” Duo snorted, backing away. “There was that girl,” Hiiro recalled. “The one that got shot up bringing us the information on Libra.” “Hilde?” Duo laughed. “Naw, we’re just friends. I worked with her for a while after Mariameia. She’s getting married next month. Asked me to be her bride's maid.” Hiiro laughed along at the joke but it didn’t reach his eyes as he asked... “So, there’s no one?” Duo blushed right on cue sending a thrill down Hiiro’s spine he had not been entirely prepared for but it died quickly when the braided boy shrugged and replied, “That Chelsea’s pretty cute.” “Chelsea?” Hiiro deadpanned. “Yeah,” Duo smiled. “You know? We sort of come from the same place.” “She’s a diplomat.” “So’s Relena,” Duo pointed out, offering him the way when they reached the recreational wing of the base where the girls where currently watching the news feed from the surface. “Yes,” Hiiro replied softly. “But we are not involved.” “Aren’t you?” Duo countered. “No!” the Japanese boy hissed, calling the attention of the girls to them. “Good evening ladies,” Duo smiled, heading for the small bar in the corner. “Anything relevant we should know about?” “Nothing to report,” Relena smiled, standing to greet her bodyguard. “Would you care to play some darts?” Duo asked flipping a switch that opened a panel to reveal the necessary equipment. “That would be lovely,” Chelsea smiled happily. “We have red, white or straight scotch.” “Red,” Chelsea smiled. “White, please,” Relena replied. Duo shot a smirk in Hiiro’s direction that was met with one of his most emphatic scowls before the braided boy pulled out two tumblers and filled them with scotch. **
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