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"The Boy Next Door"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/Teenage Romance, Fluff, angst, sap,
eventual lemon, underage partying! Pairings: Eventual 1x2, 1+4, 2+3, 2+5, 3xOCs leading
to eventual 3x4 (they don’t know each other at first), mention of
(brief) past 3xHilde , 3+2, 3+5, eventual 5xM, 5+2, 5+3 Summary: This is the story of 4 teenage boy’s who grew up in the same neighborhood and the events following Quatre’s introduction to their school in which they learn some of the confusing and sometimes hard lessons of life. Beta'ed by Mechante Fille" ^-^ *snugs* "The Boy Next Door"
Ch 10 “Next competition Kung fu Sword,” the announcer proclaimed to the murmuring crowd. “Chang Wufei vs. Long Jin Lee!” Wufei took a deep, cleansing breath before collecting his faux katana and stepping up to the mat. Jin Lee was a three time winner in the state championships and the son of his family’s biggest competitor. He was also several years Wufei’s senior and an arrogant man whose greatest pleasure in life was to trample on those weaker than himself. This was largely due to his family’s belief that the skills handed down through generations of dedication and endurance were for the sole purpose of preserving the balance between those with power and those who sought to take it away. The Dragon Clan that Wufei was descended from believe the arts were meant to balance one’s inner spirit, bringing all people to an equal plane and thereby abolishing the need for conflict by means of necessity. He had looked forward to this moment for some time, honing his skills and waiting for the chance to prove to the Long family that their ‘only the strong survive’ way of thinking left them open to the harsh reality of truth. Justice would be served this day. “Enter!” the referee called and he stepped forward, his gi flowing around him much in the same way it had his ancestors when they practiced the ritual he was about to perform. Jin Lee stood proudly before him while the referee went over the particular rules of the match, his strong jaw jutting out a good six inches above Wufei’s elegant head but he did not waver, indeed, his black eyes shown with his desire to commence the battle at hand. Wei bounced excitedly beside Duo at ringside, his hands twisting nervously together as he checked the score board again. The two wins the boy had managed to take had put them in third place but the little ones hadn’t faired so well. Choo Hee had given a fine performance in the women’s hand movements category but was pushed out by Jin Lee’s younger sister Meilan. They needed this win to claim first place and take some of the pressure off the other members of the team but Jin Lee looked so big, his wide shoulders and confident gaze causing Wei’s hope to waiver until Duo let loose a ringing cry. “KICK HIS ASS, WUFEI!” “Yeah!” the boy shouted in turn. “Kick his…butt!” he amended intelligently. Wufei twirled his mock blade once, gaining a loud whistle signifying Duo’s approval as the referee finished his speech and moved aside. His lips curled into a hungry, little smile as his large opponent held his weapon high, looking for the same sort of support but none was forthcoming. Regardless, Jin Lee brought his meaty arm down, smoothly shifting into an aggressive pose and launched his first attack which Wufei side stepped, twisting in an impressive show of agility as he tagged him in no less than three point areas. Duo whooped mightily, jumping up and down with Mei and giving the Long group a long, wet raspberry before settling again to watch the match. Jin Lee hadn’t taken kindly to being one upped and flexed his bulging biceps menacingly to show his irritation. Wufei stood calmly before him, his stance a perfect replication of that of his ancestors as he quietly awaited his destiny. Jin Lee finally lost patience, rushing him again only to find him missing when he reached the spot he had been when Wufei launched himself into the air, his sleek form sailing high over the giant’s head and his blade tagging the man’s thick neck as he descended behind him. This graceful move further angered his opponent, who chose to attempt a surprise attack, swinging wide in an effort to slice the slippery Chang descendant only to spin out of control when his blade again found nothing but air. It was much too late when he realized Wufei was below, leaving him no time to react as the smaller competitor swept the larger one’s feet, sending him crashing to the ground. Wufei smoothly recovered from the move, gracefully attaining his next stance and waited. “You arrogant little shit,” Jin Lee growled, trying to snap to his feet but his bulk was too much, forcing him to try again before he managed to stand. “You really think you stand a chance against me?” the man snipped, circling cautiously. “I’ll crush you!” he snarled, lunging forward. Again Wufei side stepped, smirking at Duo as he smacked the larger man in the ass with the flat of his blade. “That’s out of order!” Jin Lee growled, flushing angrily as he held his stinging ass. The referee agreed, issuing a warning in Jin Lee’s favor. Wufei shrugged and gave his opponent the ‘come on’ wave, preparing for the final blow. Jin Lee snarled, coming at him with righteous determination and a good deal more speed as he was forced to take the match seriously but Wufei was fully prepared, moving smoothly into a sequence of deadly moves that ended with seven of Jin Lee’s death spots tagged and the win unquestionably in Wufei’s favor. “That’s bullshit!” the man growled furiously. “He cheated!” “Return to your corner,” the referee warned. “I could beat him blind folded!” “Jin Lee!” a tall man called from the Long group. The reprimand served to shut him up but Wufei didn’t bother to offer the usual respectful bow in parting before turning to leave the mat. He had just stepped down, his back turned toward his former opponent when the man growled and flung his wooden blade straight at the back of his head. Duo’s warning shout bade him turn his head but it was too late to stop the projectile as it sailed toward his face and was suddenly stopped by the miraculous presence of a strong hand snapping it up. Wufei’s eyes set as stonily as Hiiro’s as they both turned to face the angry visage of the man across the mat, Hiiro’s arm fisting the sword moving to point toward him. Jin Lee held his obstinate gaze until the wood in Hiiro’s hand cracked as he crushed the faux sword, letting the two pieces fall to the mat. The man’s eyes grew wary as Hiiro’s hand opened to let the remaining splinters fall like dust to join its mates below and Jin Lee made a hasty retreat. “You ok?” Duo grinned, bouncing up with Wei in tow. “Of course,” Wufei smirked, toweling his neck off. “You totally spanked him!” Duo crowed happily, turning to Hiiro in turn. “And you were positively primeval! How in the hell did you do that?!” Hiiro shrugged, trying hard not to let his color get away from him in the light of Duo’s praise. “Well, it was amazing,” Duo laughed. “I think he actually pissed his pants.” “I gotta go!” Wei suddenly barked, hearing his name being called for the Junior Karate Sparing. “Break a leg!” Duo shouted after him. “You wanna help me restock the cooler?” he asked of Hiiro. Wufei shared a glance with the Japanese boy before chuckling softly and heading off after Wei. “You think he’ll cause any more trouble?” Duo asked, watching as Jin Lee was scolded and no doubt formally reprimanded by the competition officials. “I doubt it,” Hiiro replied. “I guess this puts the Chang dojo in a pretty good spot to win the trophy,” the braided boy commented, leading them through a door in the arena’s wall that led to the locker rooms where their bags and supplies were stored. “Wei should be able to win the karate sparing easily,” Hiiro agreed. “He’s a good kid,” Duo commented, opening the locker room door for his companion. “A worthy pupil,” the Japanese boy nodded. “It’s over here,” Duo smiled, heading for a stack of boxes by the lockers. He withdrew two six packs of soda’s and a twelve pack of bottled water, placing them on the bench behind him before Hiiro suddenly stopped all progress with seven well rehearsed words. “I never thought you were a girl.” “W…what?” Duo stammered intelligently. “The first time I kissed you,” Hiiro explained, stepping closer. “I knew you were a boy.” Duo’s thoughts swirled as his reality shifted again. “But… then why…?” “We were eleven,” Hiiro reminded him, moving closer still and Duo took a step back only to run into the lockers. “And they were so mean to you,” he ground through softly clenched teeth. “I didn’t know what else to do but to leave you alone. It was my fault they treated you that way. Because of my weakness,” he said softly, leaning in dangerously close to Duo’s mouth. “Because I couldn’t help wanting…” he breathed, unable to stop himself as he kissed him warmly. Duo whimpered deliciously under the passionate assault, melting against the lockers in sweet surrender, his mouth opening freely to Hiiro’s gentle probing, his body tight and trembling when Hiiro’s hands came up to grip his waist. “Gods,” he gasped, unable to catch his breath when Hiiro’s mouth finally released him, the Japanese boy’s lips quivering as badly as his own as he leaned into him and tried to gather his scattered wits. “I thought…” Duo began, having to suck in another breath as Hiiro’s body pressed against him and try again. “I thought you didn’t want me because I’m a…” but the words shattered when Hiiro’s hand came to rest on his quickly swelling groin. “I am fully aware of your gender,” Hiiro informed him, his tone deep and throaty as he gently stroked his hand up and down the rising flesh between Duo’s legs. “Ah… H…Hiiro…” Duo rasped, unaware that his hand had been grasped and maneuvered until it came into contact with the rock hard presence in Hiiro’s pants and he hissed forcefully in the braided boy’s ear… “As I’m sure you’re well aware of mine.” “Yes,” Duo gasped, gripping Hiiro firmly as he kissed him hard. It all happened in a frenzied blur, neither aware of where they were or what was going on around them as they were swept away by a passion too long repressed. Hiiro kissed him madly, groaning long and deep as Duo freed him and took his shaft in hand. Hiiro’s mouth was so hot, his touch so demanding as he stroked the braided boy in kind, leaning forward to grind their cocks together, touching the sensitive heads and mixing the pungent fluids that leaked from within, the slick juice aiding in their frantic race for release. Their fingers met, mingled and intertwined until they were moving as one, their shafts gripped in two strong hands as they stroked in unison. Hiiro pushed his hips forward and Duo met him likewise, each groaning helplessly as the impending tide carried them away. “Hiiro!” Duo suddenly gasped, their mouths making a soft pocking noise as the kiss was broken as his head slammed into the locker and his body shook. Hiiro growled, thrusting his cock hard into their hands, the steady pulse of Duo’s orgasm fueling his own as they grunted and hissed and clung to one another in their effort to remain on their feet as they rode it out together. “Holy shit,” Duo managed to croak when the worst was over. Hiiro gave a shaky laugh, forcing his body back to relieve the weight on Duo’s. “Well said,” he grinned, dropping to the bench behind him. “Ahhh gods,” Duo groaned, laughing dopily as he slid down the locker and bumped his ass on the floor. They smiled at each other, neither quite recovered and both high on the moment. “Are you ok?” Hiiro asked, retrieving a towel from a nearby bag to wipe off with. “Does ‘drained of the will to move’ constitute ok?” Duo chortled. “I think it qualifies,” Hiiro smirked, tossing him the towel. “Then I’m good,” Duo grinned, letting the towel lay docile in his lap. “There’s an air show this weekend up in Richmond,” Hiiro commented as he straightened his clothes. “You want to go?” Duo smiled, finally taking up the towel and getting busy cleaning up as he replied, “I’d love to.” ** “How long have you been flying?” “Three years I guess,” Trowa replied, glancing in the mirror he’d set up so he could keep an eye on Quatre where he lay in the back of the small, private jet. “That’s quite impressive,” Mr. Winner, commented glancing over his shoulder to see his son still slumbering. “I was unaware Howard had so many talented young pilots under his wing.” “I think sometimes he’d rather he didn’t,” Trowa chuckled, checking his gauges again and making some small corrections to their course. The man beside him nodded approvingly. It was hard to accept him as Quatre’s father as he bore little resemblance to his son, his hair being dark and his features more angular but Trowa had seen pictures of the blond boy’s deceased mother and knew he took solely after her. “I’ve been working on convincing Hiiro to join our team for some time,” the man confessed. “With little success I’m afraid.” “Well,” Trowa replied, “Hiiro’s definitely one of the best.” “One?” Mr. Winner prompted with growing interest. “Don’t repeat this,” Trowa said, lowering his voice and glancing in his mirror at Quatre again. “But Duo’s the best pilot anywhere dirt side or otherwise.” “You don’t say?” the man mused. “He’s the boy with the long braid?” Trowa nodded. “I’ve never seen his equal. The kid’s got star dust in his veins,” he chuckled not bothering to cover up his obvious affection. “You seem very loyal to him,” Mr. Winner commented thoughtfully. “We go way back,” he nodded, reaching for the console. “Do you mind?” “Not at all,” the man replied. “A friend of mine is competing in the regional martial arts tournament,” Trowa explained as the sports cast flared to life. ”…this years competitors. Next up is the sword competition between Long Jin Lee and Chang Wufei. Now there’s a David and Goliath match up if I ever saw one.” “The rivalry between these two clans goes back for generations…”the second commentator went on. “My friend,” Trowa said. “Wufei.” Mr. Winner nodded as the reporters explained the rules and procedures, giving a short background on both competitors and Trowa chuckled when he heard Duo shout ‘KICK HIS ASS, WUFEI! “That’s Duo,” he explained ignoring the man’s raised brow as the match started. “What a bastard,” he commented when Jin Lee began to get pissy. “I thought this was a gentleman’s sport?” Mr. Winner interjected. “It is,” Trowa nodded. “This guy’s just mad because Wufei’s a foot shorter than him.” A new wave of respect washed through the man’s eyes until the excitement on the sports cast captured his attention. ”Did you see that? He caught the sword in midair!” “I’ve never seen anything like it! Jin Lee’s going to face a serious reprimand for that one. He’s just thrown his weapon at his opponent but it was snatched out of the air by a tousled haired youth of what looks to be mixed Asian descent.” “Hoooooly, look at that! He just crushed that sword like it a loaf of bread! Who is that guy?” “I… I don’t know! How in the he… I mean…what a remarkable demonstration of raw power. I wish you could see this ladies and gentleman.” “He’s not on any of the boards.” “Is he a competitor?” Trowa was laughing outright but waited to explain as the reporters finished up. ”Man, I wish this was televised. Now, that’s strength.” “He just crushed it.” “I wonder who he is.” “I don’t know, but I certainly wouldn’t want to be on HIS list.” Trowa turned it down when they cut to commercial break and smirked as he explained. “That was Hiiro.” “How do you know?” Mr. Winner wondered. “He’s the only guy I know capable of crushing a two inch thick piece of pine with his bare hands,” Trowa chuckled. “You know him well?” “Not really,” Trowa shrugged. “We grew up in the same neighborhood but never spent any time together. All I know about him really is he’s an ace pilot, can bend steel with his bare hands and has it pretty bad for Duo.” He didn’t realize his blunder until he saw Mr. Winner’s eyes widen. “Wait,” he said quickly, going for damage control. “I didn’t mean that like it sounded…” “Quite all right,” the man chuckled, waving him off. “Everyone is entitled to their own peace of mind.” “Then,” Trowa pressed on cautiously. “It doesn’t bother you if Hiiro’s got a crush on Duo?” “It’s not something I can claim to understand,” the man laughed uncomfortably. “But I believe every person should have the right to choose how they wish to live their lives.” Trowa’s gaze flicked back to Quatre but he failed to hide the grin before Mr. Winner got a glimpse of it. “How long have you known Quatre?” “Just since he came to Fairfield High,” Trowa replied, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Forgive me,” the man laughed softly. “It’s just that you seem very concerned for his well being.” “The injury to his arm was sort of my fault,” Trowa confessed. “It was my blunder that knocked him into the machinery.” Mr. Winner nodded, seeming to understand his behavior a little better. “He said it was an accident.” “That doesn’t make it any less my fault,” Trowa countered. “It doesn’t make him your responsibility either,” the man replied. Trowa’s eyes flashed as his mouth dropped open and snapped shut again leaving him to merely nod in understanding. Mr. Winner smiled. “It’s good to know he’s made another good friend,” he commented relaxing a little. “Everyone loves him,” Trowa snorted. “Yes,” the man nodded. “But I’ve been able to spend so little time with him.” “He has Rashid and the others.” “He needs friends his own age,” Mr. Winner countered. “People who share his interests, others he can relate to… like Hiiro… and you.” Trowa glanced in the little mirror again, smiling at the peacefully sleeping image of the fair, blond boy. “We do have a lot in common,” he agreed, taking a chance and adding. “Hiiro and I… we’re a lot alike.” Mr. Winner smiled and relaxed fully, going so far as to place his arms behind his head as he reclined in his chair and softly intoned, “Exactly.” ~ Quatre felt the corners of his mouth curl but managed to keep his breathing even as he continued to feign sleep. ** Wufei glanced both ways before jogging across the street two blocks down from his dojo. Master O had an advanced class that afternoon and had asked him to pick up some supplies. It wasn’t much, just some batteries, paperclips and a new calendar as the end of the year was fast approaching. He tucked the small bag under his arm, pulling his snug jacket tighter as he moved quickly down the sidewalk but came to an abrupt halt when he spotted a young girl standing in the middle of a vacant lot two doors down from his destination. It wasn’t the fact that she was sorely underdressed for the present wind chill factor, having nothing on but pants and a light, long sleeved shirt covered in a traditional Chinese vest, but the way she stood perfectly still as she stared intently at him that caught his eye. He thought he recognized her but couldn’t be sure until he’d covered most of the ground and got a clear look at her face. “Meilan?” “Fight me,” she demanded, dropping back into a defensive stance. He looked at her for a long moment, watched as the cold wind played with her short pig tails then laughed. “Go home.” “Are you a coward?” she taunted, smirking when he turned an irritant eye on her. “This is no place for little girls to play,” he told her. “You brought shame to the Long name!” she snapped, letting fly a series of punches that Wufei easily evaded. “Jin Lee brought shame to your House,” Wufei informed her, offering a smug little smile. Her dark eyes flashed angrily, giving him more than ample warning before she tried to kick him in the head and ended up flat on her ass when he side stepped and bumped her hip. “Rrrrr!” she growled, snapping quickly to her feet and Wufei raised an appreciative brow. “Fight me seriously you coward!” she yelled, coming at him again so he smacked her up side the head this time, splitting her lip before she tumbled to the ground. “That’s enough!” Wufei stepped back a little when two boys about his age stepped out of hiding and approached. “Leave him to me!” the girl snapped, getting to her feet again. “You can’t handle him on your own,” the taller boy argued as they flanked her and took their stance. “Do you intend to fight me three on one?” Wufei inquired. “We’re gonna pound you to dust,” the shorter of the two grinned. “I see,” Wufei nodded, suddenly tossing his bag to Meilan who had barely caught it when Wufei’s left foot connected with the head of the boy on her right, in a flash he had reversed the movement cracking the one of the left with his right and was again standing calmly before her when the two hit the ground. “Go home,” he reiterated, reclaiming his bag before turning to leave. “Teach me!” she suddenly barked, falling to her knees, both fists planted firmly in the cold dirt as she bowed her head. “You wouldn’t understand,” he replied. “Please!” she begged, lowering her head a little more. He considered her for a long moment before rising to his full and less than considerable height. “Very well.” ** “Who’s she?” “No one,” Wufei replied, trying very hard to avoid Duo’s curious gaze. “Well,” the braided boy surmised, moving to his other side where they sat on a bench in the Chang dojo. “I’ve feel like I’ve see her before. What’s her name?” “I don’t know,” the Chinese boy lied, realizing his mistake when Duo’s grin brightened dangerously. “She’s a student here and you don’t know her name?” “Fine,” Wufei surrendered. “It’s Meilan.” Duo thought it over for a minute while he watched the girl run through some very well practiced hand motions then a light went on in his eyes and Wufei groaned. “You mean Long Meilan? That Meilan?” “Yes,” Wufei sighed, trying to duck around him and escape to his office but Duo was hot on his heels. “What’s she doing here?” he asked, watching her more intently. “I thought your families didn’t get along.” “They don’t,” Wufei commented, trying to shut the office door behind him but Duo just straight armed it and followed him inside. “So,” the long hared boy persisted. “What’s she doing here then?” “She asked me to teach her so I am,” the Chinese boy stated succinctly. Duo gave him the evil eye until he finally broke. “I just thought maybe she might learn something,” he sighed, scrubbing his face as he leaned back in his cushy chair. “Aren’t you afraid she’ll steal your techniques and use them against you?” “The techniques we use are no secret,” Wufei explained. “It’s the spirit in which we practice them that make us what we are.” Duo eyed him suspiciously, turning to watch the girl through the open door for a moment before looking back to find Wufei’s gaze trained steadily on her. Too late the Chinese boy withdrew his eyes and knew his life was about to become immeasurably more complicated when Duo’s mouth spread in a wide, devilish grin. ~ * ~ tbc... |
