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"Road Trip"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, Quintet, group sex, language, OOC
everyone, fem Quatre, brief violence w/oc’s, adult situations/content,
attempted rape, angst, humor, etc. Pairings: 1x2, 2x4, 2x3x4, 2x5, 2x3x4x5, 1x2x3x4x5 Summary: When a young man embarks on a journey
home he gets more than he bargained for as he meets one gorgeous distraction
after another in his quest. "Road Trip" Ch 5
It was the single most wild, kinky, sticky sweet night of his entire life and when he woke the next morning he sat bolt upright with a sweat covered brow, a major boner and the image of two dark blue, electrically charged eyes boring straight into his soul. He looked over at his lovers lying together so tenderly beneath the sheet, Trowa holding Quat gently in the cradle of his arms, each snoozing contentedly as that green gel of Trowa’s appeared to really do the job. It was too damn much. Why was he having wet dreams about anyone after last night? It didn’t make sense and it was beginning to really bug him so he got out of the bed, dressed and went in search of some way to ease his mind. It was still early yet, the others would probably sleep for awhile which would give him a chance to scout out a decent target for either a ride, a hand out or quick, five fingered donation. It took him a little while but he managed to find a decent looking hotel in a good part of town. This was always the best place to look for a mark. Stressed out business men cut loose on the world with no one to watch their backs and an expense account. Easy prey. It took him all of five minutes to get himself invited for breakfast in the lobby and less than ten to turn it into an invitation to the mans room. He left him snoozing comfortably on the bed but only managed to get thirty bucks off him leaving the credit cards and the picture of his wife in the billfold before returning to the lobby for another score. It wasn’t usually his practice to do two in the same hotel but that one had gone so smoothly he figured no one probably caught on. Besides, he needed to get back soon so his friends didn’t think he abandoned them since he neglected to leave a note. His second mark presented himself the moment he stepped off the elevator. He was older, in his thirties at least, with dark eyes that raked Duo’s body from ankle boots to tank top the moment he was in sight. It wasn’t exactly subtle and he had a dangerous air but it wasn’t anything Duo hadn’t dealt with before. The wad of cash the guy was holding in his hand while he paid the bell hop a handsome tip put a smile on his face real quick though. A smile he casually tossed at the guy while he made his way to the check in counter. ‘Do you have any messages for Maxwell Carter?’ he asked the clerk who checked under the guy’s last name who was currently sleeping upstairs and shook her head. ‘Damn,’ Duo exclaimed doing his best to look put out. ‘Is there a problem?’ Pay dirt. ‘Hm?’ Duo hummed pausing to look his mark up and down when he turned around. It never hurt to flatter them but it was hardly just for flatteries sake. The guy was a hunk and, Duo noted, quite a bit bigger than he was. He’d have to compensate for that. ‘Oh... nothing,’ he sighed dejectedly. ‘I was supposed to meet my dad but I guess he got caught up in business again,’ he told him rolling his eyes on the word as if it happened all the time. ‘If he keeps this up I’m going to get kicked out of school,’ he pouted in what he just knew was a very cute way. ‘Would you like to have coffee with me while you wait?’ the man offered smiling confidently. Duo smiled back. ‘Yeah... that’d be nice.’ He spun a long tale about how his father had abandoned him and his mom when he was young and they’d had trouble for years getting him to pay his child support. Now he was supposed to be paying his tuition for college and he kept spending it all on so called `business trips` that usually included a healthy amount of liquor and at least one woman with a questionable background. After half an hour of talking and looking over his shoulder at the counter for someone that would never come he decided it was now or never because he really did need to get back. ‘Looks like he ditched me again,’ he sighed. ‘Will you loose your place at school then?’ the man, one Candon by name, asked sipping his cappuccino. ‘Yup,’ Duo replied dejectedly. ‘I could help.’ Just bet you could… ‘Naw... I couldn’t let you do that,’ Duo laughed lightly making sure to bat his long, sooty lashes demurely while he did. ‘I hardly know you. What could you do?’ ‘How much do you need for this semester?’ Duo didn’t like how comfortable this guy seemed with where this was going but it was really getting late and he needed the cash. ‘Three hundred.’ ‘I could give it to you.’ ‘I couldn’t take money from you like that… I couldn’t possibly pay it back.’ ‘You could earn it.’ Ok... that was not the tone of voice of someone who had never done this before. Actually, it was giving him a woody just hearing it. ‘How?’ Candon’s only reply was to smile and slide a card key across the table before standing up and heading for the elevator. Duo understood only too well. He was to wait five minutes then go up to his room. He’d seen through his ruse but had he seen though it enough to realize he wasn’t a prostitute? Well, he always loved a challenge not to mention he was seriously pressed for time. Worse case scenario he’d dump the dude and hit the beat with the three tens he took off Carter. He checked the pill in his mouth one more time before sliding the card and opening the door. The room was normal enough, a suitcase sitting on the dresser, slippers by the bed, a robe lying across a chair. Not a sex toy or whip in sight. So far so good. He shut the door. ‘Look in the case,’ Candons deep tone came from the bathroom. Payment up front? That’d be a little out of the ordinary but.,. his eyes went very large when he saw the ungodly amount of money in the case. Three were stacks of tens, twenties and fifties on top and when he took the three hundred he’d asked for he saw that the bigger bills were underneath. What had he stumbled into? Drug money? A payoff? This was certainly not normal. He took a chance and dug a little deeper, his eyes going round with shock when he uncovered the barrel of a very expensive, very accurate multi-piece riffle. A hit man. ‘Are you sure three hundred will be sufficient?’ Candon asked so close behind him he jumped. ‘Ummm yeah... sure,’ Duo replied not having to act at all to manage the nervous tenor. ‘You’re much too beautiful to be working a dive like this,’ he told him slipping his hands around his waist. Duo felt a rush of heat that reminded him of the way it felt when his blue eyed wraith held him. Was it a power trip? Did he have a thing for men of power? He shivered just thinking about those dark blue eyes. ‘So sensitive,’ his companion purred against his neck moving him toward the bed. Duo checked the pill again. This guy was seriously making him nervous, the sooner he was out the better but he found himself in probably the worse position he could have allowed when he slipped a hand down the front of his pants while holding him from behind. There was no way to overpower him and he couldn’t kiss him and use the sedative so he was forced to endure the nasty pleasure of his touch. Mercifully, it wasn’t long before Candon pushed him down on the bed. For a moment he thought he was in real trouble and he was just going to take him from behind just like that but then he was rolling him over and all Duo had to do was manage to get on top, a favorite position for guys like this in any normal circumstance but once again he found himself at the guy’s mercy while he kissed him deeply. The drug was useless in this position unless he wanted to drug himself and no matter what he tried the guy wasn’t going to budge. The true extent of the severity of his problems was realized when he suddenly found his wrists clamped shut in handcuffs that had been hidden along the rails of the head board. ‘Hey!’ he groused. ‘I didn’t...’ SMACK! Shit…. This was not good. He didn’t dare speak again for fear he might decide a corpse was easier to deal with while he felt his body being violated. Apparently, he had a thing for tasting his victim first so Duo was left with some time to try and work out an escape while he was busy leaving hickies all over his chest and stomach but he’d come up with nothing before his mind was suddenly ripped from the plan by the sharp pain in his groin. He cried out once but that only made him do it harder so he bit down and kept his breathing even until he couldn’t take it anymore and released. ‘You taste good,’ Candon told him moving up to show him by forcing another kiss on him while the flavor was still fresh in his mouth. ‘You’ll be a righteous reward,’ he grinned nipping his bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed slightly before pulling away. ‘What’re you going to do?’ Duo asked feeling very anxious since the asshole had gone to his case and was extracting the pieces of his riffle. ‘I have a job,’ Candon told him sounding quiet pleased with himself while he assembled it. ‘And after,’ he grinned. ‘You’re going to be my reward,’ he said going back over to draw another brutal kiss from his swollen lips before chuckling loftily and heading for the door. ‘I’m really going to enjoy taking you apart,’ he said grinning evilly while he opened the door. Duo just saw the look of utter shock on his face before the back of his head exploded and he feel straight back to thump lifeless on the carpet. His heart was hammering. He’d never seen anyone murdered before though he knew it happened sometimes and by who? He hadn’t even heard a shot! The answer was forthcoming when the murderer walked silently into the room and Duo just about swallowed his tongue. ‘You?’ The guy with the dark blue eyes stood before him, a pistol with a silencer on it still clutched in his hand while he turned his cobalt gaze on the captive in the bed. He looked mildly surprised for a moment then his brow furrowed in a way that made Duo’s chest hurt worse than anything Candon had done to him while those eyes flashed first to the cuffs then to his disheveled clothes and finally to his open pants. He gave the suitcase a quick glance then once more at Duo before all the light drained from his eyes and he turned and unloaded the clip into the mans dead body. Duo couldn’t close his eyes. He’d never seen anything so frighteningly beautiful in his life! Once the clip was empty his expression changed again and he holstered his weapon, searched the bloody body for the keys to the cuffs and went over to unlock them. Duo couldn’t look at him not because he’d just killed a hit man but because he was ashamed for him of all the people on the planet to have seen him like that. ‘I’m sorry,’ was all he could think of to say though he really wasn’t sure why he was saying it. It seemed to serve no other purpose than to stop his savior from completing the task while he paused with the key in the cuff and looked down at him. Duo was instantly hypnotized, every cell in his body screaming out to feel him again, hoping, begging and then he was on him. Kissing him madly just like before. His hands invading his clothes, the heat, the passion, the raw power of him engulfing him in a tidal wave of purest passion. His hands were still bound so he couldn’t really do much but cry out and hold on, his slight body arching painfully under the savagery that he so longed to feel until suddenly, and quiet violently his body surrendered, the uncontrollable contortions of it forcing his estranged lover to join him. It seemed like a very long time that they lay together afterward just trying to regain the ability to breathe properly. He held him tightly, very tightly kissing him gently, drawing from him every last bit of himself that he could glean from the encounter until Duo finally remembered…. ‘You killed him.’ He pulled back and looked down at him with such adoration in his soft, blue eyes it took Duo’s breath away while he nodded. ‘Why?’ was his next question. ‘He was hired to hit the man I protect,’ he explained. Well, there was no arguing with that. ‘Does it hurt?’ he asked kissing his bottom lip where the man had nipped him. ‘Hm? Oh,’ Duo replied. He’d forgotten all about it. ‘No.’ He let him kiss it gently for a moment before an odd thought occurred to him. ‘Is that why you need to reload?’ he asked. ‘Mm hm,’ he grunted still nibbling on his chin and neck. ‘But he was already dead,’ Duo reasoned but his companion only shrugged and kept at his little snack. ‘Are you going to get me out of this now or do me again?’ His lover actually laughed and the sound made Duo want to sprout wings and fly for having been the cause of it. ‘At least this way you can’t run away,’ he told him but he was already moving to release him. ‘I have... my own problems,’ Duo told him. ‘They haven’t found him yet?’ ‘Who?’ ‘The prince.’ Shit. Duo really didn’t think he could lie to this guy and not sound like a complete fool so he just kept his mouth shut. ‘Do you love him so much?’ his savior asked while he sat up and rubbed his reddened wrists. ‘It’s not that simple,’ he revealed. ‘I’m jealous you know?’ Duo chuckled at that one. ‘You’ve had me three times in three different states the past few days. I hardly think your missing out,’ he said fixing his clothes and trying not to look at the large red stain under Candon’s body. ‘But he gets to talk with you,’ he told him in a tone that made Duo’s heart leap. He was just about to reply when there was a commotion in the hall and seconds later two men burst through the door. Duo did an instant turn about so they couldn’t get a good look at his face. Cops. Definitely cops and cops were a reeeeeally bad idea right then. He managed to slip along toward the door while his savior explained to the two appalled men why the man had so many holes in him sneaking into the hall to find himself facing down the even more disturbing presence of three dark haired men in red fez hats. A quick turn of the heel and shuffle off towards the stairs put some distance between them and he just managed to slip into the stairwell when the huge, looming figure of Rashid stepped out of the elevator at the end of the hall. Shit! Things were getting hot. Too hot. They had to get out of town, now. Quat and Trowa were still there when he got back. Trowa explained that Quat refused to leave until they figured out where he’d gone and he kissed him square on the mouth for his loyalty before ushering them out of the hotel. It was obvious that something was up and all Duo had to say was Rashid to put a fire under their asses. Public transport was out even if they did have money; it’d be too easy to track them so they headed out of town on foot with Duo, Trowa and a really nice looking young blond girl with pink highlights. They managed to catch a ride about five miles from the hotel they’d stayed in that put a good eighty miles behind them taking them as far as the caverns to the west of the city where they decided to stop and take the tour. Underground seemed like a pretty good place to be for awhile till things cooled off. It was dark again when they resurfaced and easy enough to find a camper with Nevada plates to stow away in. It probably wouldn’t get them all the away to the state line as the people would no doubt take their time getting home but at least it was headed in the right direction and... much to Duo’s delight… had a bathroom, a full cupboard and a king sized bed! His encounter with blue eyes had left him feeling even more anxious than before and he couldn’t get enough of either of his new lovers after the fact. This was really starting to get out of hand when he thought about it but he decided he’d worry about it later... maybe when the green gel ran out. They had to ditch the camper in Utah when the chubby guy driving decided he needed something out of the back when they stopped for gas. Duo assured Quat that his wife who had gone inside the store would eventually find him and the bindings weren’t tight enough to cause any circulatory problems before they made their way down the highway. It took two more rides in passing cars and a short stint in the back of a pickup truck to land them in a small diner along a dusty highway in the middle of nowhere, Nevada. The old man that had given them the lift waved from his cab leaving a long, white trail of dust in the air behind him as he drove out of sight leaving the trio standing in the desolate parking lot that contained two ancient gas pumps that couldn’t possible still be in working order, an old, 1930’s truck propped up on bricks as it had no wheels on the back and a broken sign the read `Last Chance Café` hanging from a pole by the curb. The only thing that caught Duo’s eye was the motorcycle that was parked at the end of the building. It was simple with a bedroll that seemed well used, two worn saddlebags and an air brushed dragon on the tank that was clearly a custom job.
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