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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 6 ‘Look,’ Quat chirped happily while Duo stared depressingly down the long, straight road leading off into the hot desert. ‘They have cokes,’ he sang happily dancing over to an ancient looking, old coke machine. He stood confused for a moment since there was nowhere to put a dollar when Trowa went to his rescue and dropped a quarter and a dime in it. Both he and Duo couldn’t help but chuckle at their smaller lover when he smiled delightedly at having figured out how to pull the glass bottle from its place inside the door. ‘It’s warm,’ he frowned so cutely after having a sip Trowa couldn’t resist pulling him close and kissing him. There were three people inside the dusty little diner. The waitress who, god only knew why, was wearing what looked like a uniform from the 1950’s complete with apron and hat while she chewed on what they really hoped was a piece of gum and grinned, a young boy about eight that looked like he hadn’t seen a bath tub in about a year and apparently the owner of the bike but all they could see of him was a black boot sticking out of a booth near the back and a spot of raven hair over the seat. ‘Hey, there!’ the waitress greeted smiling while she drank in everything from Quat’s pink hair to Duo’s long braid. ‘What can I do ya for?’ she asked dusting the aged counter with her dingy rag while she smacked her gum. It was a wonder she didn’t pop clean out of that uniform since she had it unbuttoned almost all the way down to her navel. ‘How far to the next town?’ Duo smiled plopping his pack down on the stool next to him. ‘Here ya go, honey,’ the woman said pushing a cup of ice towards Quat who smiled and poured his warm coke in it. ‘Dalton’s about fifty miles east,’ she told him. ‘What about west?’ Duo asked. ‘That’d be Candon,’ she replied and Duo winced on the word. ‘But that’s a good eighty miles. You ain’t walking are ya?’ she asked flashing Quat another little smile. ‘’Fraid so,’ Duo sighed. ‘Oh, honey,’ she consoled shaking her head while she covered Quat’s hands with her own. ‘Your poor dogs’ll be dead in those,’ she told him indicating his sandals. ‘Ya know... I’ve got an old pair of sneakers I bet would fit you ok,’ she offered kindly making the young blond boy smile. ‘There’s a pretty pink dress in my closet that’d look real nice on ya too,’ she offered. Duo and Trowa snorted softly when Quat’s expression fell slightly but his smile was back ten fold before she could figure it out. ‘Thanks but…’ he began apparently intent on revealing his gender since he’d been allowed to return to his purple pants and one of Duo’s t-shirts but a gentle gesture from Duo changed his mind. ‘Hey, Jake… run and fetch me those blue high tops Mattie outgrew last summer,’ she told the boy who jumped out of his seat and sped off so fast they got the impression he was very, very bored. ‘You boys want anything?’ she asked setting two glasses of water in front of them that smelled a little like a burnt match. ‘Got any bottled water?’ Duo asked. ‘Uh... no.’ ‘Twenty ounce soda?’ ‘Sorry.’ Duo sighed. ‘Ice and some change,’ he told her. Trowa went and got them some more sodas out of the little machine outside while she attended to the silent patron in the back filling his coffee cup and taking away a small plate that looked to have contained blueberry pie. Duo watched as disinterestedly as he could trying to discern if this guy might be of some service to them but even his interaction with the waitress was kept so low and minimal he couldn’t even get a good listen to his voice. They couldn’t hit him up for a ride since all he had was the bike, they’d be lucky to get two people on it if that but the possibility that he might know these roads and the locals might come in handy. But how to approach him? His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the back door slamming open and Jakes enthusiastic return while he skittered to a stop in front of where Quat had taken a seat at one of the tables. ‘Um... wait… you don’t have to...’ Quat stammered when the boy all but attacked his feet removing the sandals for him ‘Jake,’ the woman admonished. ‘Let the girl do it herself.’ ‘I don’t mind,’ the boy smiled up at him then paused. ‘Hey... ma... look… doesn’t she look just like that prince fella we saw on the news?’ Duo’s chest seized and he saw Trowa tense as well whereas Quat’s face had gone white as a sheet. ‘Well I’ll be,’ the woman said taking a better look at the blushing blond. ‘Inn’t that something? You could be that prince kid’s twin sister!’ she laughed. ‘Naw,’ Duo smiled stepping up beside him, his hand resting gently on his chin while he bent to kiss him warmly reinforcing the idea that he was a she. ‘She’s much prettier,’ he smiled when he pulled away. The dreamy look in the woman’s aging eyes lasted only a moment when the sound of a distant rumble came to their ears. Duo’s warning alarms went into high gear when Jake suddenly dropped Quat’s sandals in his lap and darted out the back door. The woman’s demeanor changed instantly as well as she quickly emptied the register hiding the small amount of cash under the counter and hurriedly buttoning up her uniform to the top most button. ‘You boys ought to get her out of here,’ she told them fussing around in her preparations but where were they supposed to go? There was nothing but open road outside so they headed for a booth in the back taking the one just before the last since the last was already occupied by the black boot. Trowa buried Quat in the corner while Duo stowed his pack under the table and took up a position where he could see everything well enough. If nothing else the back door was within reach so things should be alright. He had second thoughts about that when the rumbling that invaded the parking lot turned out to be a rather skanky looking gang of bikers that sounded like they were having way too much fun. There were five of them. The first one through the door was no doubt high on something as he was bouncing off the walls and hooting like a idiot scaring the woman behind the bar half out of her wits but she smiled and anxiously filled the glasses in her hand with water. The second was a large man with a bald head, more tattoo’s than they could count and about twenty pounds of chain hanging off him in various different places. The dark, spiky haired woman under his arm was attached to one of these chains at the neck by a black caller and decked out in a black fishnet, leather mini skirt complete with visible garter belt and an ebony corset that really didn’t cover her amble bosom well enough to hide the fact that she had dark nipples. Four and five were your basic biker types, one heavy, one thin, both with a predatory gleam in their eye that gave testimony to the fact that they were very much enjoying the waitress’s distress. ‘Liitaaaa!’ the high one exclaimed almost climbing over the counter to smack her on the ass. Trowa’s hand came down on Quat’s arm when his cerulean eyes hardened. ‘What’s the special today, sweet cheeks!’ the guy grinned draining one of the glasses of water then spiting half of it back out on the floor. ‘What the hells this shit!?’ he growled smashing the glass on the wall beside the frightened woman. ‘Sorry,’ she chuckled nervously diving under the bar and coming up with a bottle of vodka which she quickly poured for her irate customer. ‘We got some nice chops in,’ she told them trying to smile. ‘Poor Lita,’ he ticked with his tongue throwing back the vodka in one gulp. ‘Never was too bright was ya?’ he grinned reaching out to snag her by slipping one finger inside her blouse while he peered down it. ‘Relax, Pok,’ the bald guy ordered while Trowa pushed Quat back down into his seat. Duo tried to calm him as well with a look and a hand gesture but he wasn’t really paying them any attention as he’d discovered how to contort his beautiful, loving eyes into a death glare that was even making Duo nervous. ‘I want some lunch,’ the bald guy went on pulling his pet down on his lap while he sat with the others at the table Duo and his friends had been sitting at before their arrival. ‘I made up some sandwiches this morning,’ Lita told them hopefully. Baldy cocked a brow. ‘Tuna, ham and chicken,’ she went on looking very relieved when he nodded his pudgy head and decided to munch on his pets face while he awaited his lunch. ‘Fuck! This place is so boring!’ vodka breath suddenly ground out tossing his second glass at the wall to shatter all over the floor. This seemed to amuse him so he did it again suddenly crying out in pain when a third bounced off his head almost knocking him off his stool while the thin guy at the table laughed his ass off. A moment later the two of them were on the floor scraping it out. Lita completely ignored all of this putting the plates together as fast as she could but after a minute or two the bald guy apparently got enough and kicked the idiot drugy in the head when he got close enough bringing a halt to the scuffle. The pet and the heavy guy were chuckling while they pulled themselves from the floor all batter and bruised, the drugy bleeding from the temple where baldies boot had connected with his face. ‘Shut up and si’down,’ baldy told them pulling his pet tighter into his lap where she went about all but doing him right there while he let his fingers play under the hem of her skirt and kissed him. The bold progression of their activities was gaining the attention of their companions who sat in the chairs and grinned at each other until the heavy guy decided it’d be cute to reach over and slip a finger up under her skirt as well. Duo expected the guy to draw back a nub but the girl’s reaction was one of pure wanton lust and baldies was to move down her chest and start on her half exposed nips while he squeezed her ass tighter and pushed her back into his hand. Lita had turned white as a sheet and paused in her steps to bring them their lunch. Duo’s heart sank the moment he saw the leering glance vodka breath gave her. A moment later the plates went crashing to the floor and Lita was struggling and screaming for her freedom while the guy pinned her to the table top. This time the bald guy didn’t say anything as he was much too busy preparing himself to take his pet all the way, his only irritation now being Lita’s screams while he reached out and put a hand over her mouth when… ‘STOP IT!’ ...came echoing from Quat’s corner of the world and he was over the table and slinging vodka breath across the floor before either Dou or Trowa could stop him. Lita darted behind the bar the moment she was free and a moment later thin man, heavy guy and vodka breath were facing Duo, Trowa and Quat with huge grins on their faces as if they’d just won the lottery. ‘Well looky here,’ vodka breath sneered raking Quat’s thin body hungrily. ‘Looks like Ol Lita’s been holding out on us,’ he said moving stealthily around the room. Trowa tried to step in front of their little, blond lover but he wasn’t having in of it. Duo had never seen his eyes so intent before. ‘Hello there, pretty, pretty,’ the guy purred stepping a little closer, just close enough it appeared for Quat to lash out with an astonishingly accurate and well executed right that left him howling in pain from a broken nose. Duo and Trowa exchanged a glance, a smile and a look of utmost pride in their slight companion and set their jaws. ‘BITCH!’ the guy howled and the battle ensued. It became clear very quickly that, as a prince of an Arabian country, Quat had obviously been well trained in the art of self defense and not only took out his own opponent but Trowa’s before he could even get in a hit. This appeared to disappoint Trowa so he turned and took out his frustration on Duo’s but by then vodka breath was on his feet again and Duo had to wonder if whatever he was on deadened the pain since his face was split open in three places and he was still coming on strong. He’d just added another injury to his collection when everything came to an instantaneous halt at the sound of a gun going off. Much to Duo’s dismay it was in the hands of the bald guy who looked most put out by the interruption. He just stood there with the gun in his hand looking mildly upset for a long moment then used it to gesture to his men. ‘Bring her here.’ Trowa stepped up instantly only to find himself staring down the barrel of the pistol before the heavy guy grabbed him and secured his hands behind his back. Thin man did the same to Duo while vodka breath pushed the unwilling blond over in front of the guy. He sighed deeply looking him over from his fire spitting eyes to his blue sneakers ‘She ain’t got no boobs,’ pet chimed in laughing and found her neck suddenly in a bone crushing grip that silenced her completely before he tossed her into a chair, her chain rattling loudly while she gasped and held her throat. ‘Pretty eyes,’ the guy said dragging the tip of the gun down Quat’s heaving chest until he came to the low, deep purple waist band and grinned. Quat barked in fury when he was suddenly jerked around, his back slammed up against his massive chest while he shoved a hand down his pants and Duo and Trowa fought harder to get free before... but it was too late and Quat was suddenly sprawled out on the floor with the big man glaring down at him, the gun pointed right at his chest. ‘It’s a god damn boy!’ he growled. ‘Well, don’t shoot him!’ the drugy piped in. ‘We can still have some fun with him, huh? This ones damn fine too dontcha think?’ he added indicating Duo. ‘I’d do that one,’ the thin man grinned indicating Trowa who was still staring intently at the big man with the gun. Baldy contemplated for a moment looking Duo and Trowa over then shrugged as if he were deciding whether or not to buy chicken or beef and said, ‘Fine... strip’em.’ The glee in the drugies eyes was momentarily disrupted by the sound of someone moving around in the back. Everything crawled to a stand still while the guy that had been eating pie and drinking coffee stood from his booth and they got a look at him for the first time. Duo felt something stir deep down inside him the moment he saw his elegant face. Maybe it was a power trip fetish for Asian guys? This one wasn’t the same as his blue eyed wraith but he was no less tantalizing. Raven hair as black as night tied back in a tight pony tail, golden skin that reminded him of the suns warm rays tucked inside a black vest and since that’s all he was wearing up top he got to see that his chest was as hairless and toned as the rest of him. He wore weathered old, blue jeans and had the look of a seasoned biker but his eyes were young, clear and as pitch as black diamonds while he reached into his pocket, took out two dollars and tossed them on the table. The world seemed to have stopped around him as he moved all but ignoring the entire scene, turned toward the cash register where he laid down his ticket and the money to pay for it. Lita, not knowing what else to do, jumped up and cashed him out going so far as to smile at him when handing him his change before disappearing behind the bar again. He pocketed the money and turned around to face the others for the first time, his ebony eyes falling instantly on Duo. He understood the moment those dark eyes flickered downward glancing at his body and back up again and kicked himself mentally for instantly nodding his head. ‘I’m taken’em,’ the Chinese biker said evenly looking the bald man straight in the eye. ‘How bout you join ‘em?’ baldy grinned shifting the gun around to aim it at him but it never made the arch. Even Duo’s jaw hit the ground as less than two seconds later the big man had a crushed knee cap, a broken wrist and his own gun digging a hole between his eyes. ‘You son of a…’ BAM! Drugy was left brainless and bleeding all over the diner floor and the hole in baldies forehead was now bleeding where the barrel had hit him hard when it returned. ‘I’m taken’em,’ he reiterated receiving an anxious nod from the bald guy before he released him. ‘Get out,’ he told them but they were already on the move. When the sound of their bikes was fading away he went behind the counter and drew the shivering Lita up by her arm. ‘His name’s Leach,’ he told her. ‘This is his gun,’ he said laying the pistol on the counter. ‘Call the police. Tell them he shot his friend and he won’t be bothering you anymore for a very long time,’ he instructed smiling a little when she nodded nervously but it was easy to see the relief in her eyes. He paused to look at the way Trowa was holding Quat protectively then shifted his gaze to Duo who once again felt like something was crawling around in his loins just looking into his black eyes before going to the dead man and retrieving his keys. ‘You ride with me,’ he told Duo tossing them to Trowa who caught them and followed his long haired lover out of the diner. No one spoke while they mounted the bikes and drove off, Duo behind the newcomer and Quat clinging tightly to Trowa’s back, his face and eyes buried in the folds of his shirt so deeply Duo couldn’t help but wish they could stop so he could hold him but he had to be content with Trowa’s presence for the moment. He thought about the promise he’d made back in that diner and wondered if he’d made a fair exchange. At least this guy had given him a choice and truth be told he was already fighting the heat that was rising inside of him just feeling him in front of him on the bike. He was thin, much thinner than the Japanese suit but firm and strong with a character that just set Duo’s mind to turning. He shook himself mentally. There he was again; comparing someone to the guy with the blue eyes but he just couldn’t help it. Every time he felt the heat in his body his mind returned to a time when he’d been held by him. Even then, when he was so completely enamored with someone new. He just really hoped this guy didn’t turn out to be a huge mistake like the hit man or something. He realized he was about to find out when they slowed down and took a side road, Trowa hot on their heals as they sped out into the countryside until he turned again down a path that was hardly even a path stopping in a ravine that had a little hidden stream running through it where several small green trees clung to life. Duo didn’t bother thanking him or asking him his name when he dismounted. What he did do was go straight over and check on Quat who still looked seriously pissed but also severely shaken when he fell into his arms. ‘Duo,’ he breathed. ‘It’s ok,’ Duo told him holding him close. Quat was uncharacteristically quiet making him even more concerned. Trowa joined them in the hug offering Duo a concerned glance to which he responded with a grateful nod before turning his attention back to their shivering blond lover. ‘Quat?’ Duo said gently pulling back to look at him. He paused to glance at where their new member was squatted down beside the stream refilling a canteen before going on. ‘I need you to go with Trowa for awhile,’ he told him gesturing to silence Trowa’s objections before he could speak them. ‘Why?’ Quat asked anyway. ‘I don’t want to,’ he said clinging tighter. ‘I wanna stay with you.’ ‘It’ll be alright,’ Duo assured smiling at him. ‘I’ll catch up with you in a bit, ok?’ ‘No,’ he pouted burying his face in his chest. Duo looked to Trowa for help but he wasn’t exactly thrilled by what was going on so he just smirked at him. ‘Duo?’ the even tone of the newcomers voice sounded softly causing him to turn and look at him, his breath catching suddenly in his throat at the sight of him pulling his vest off, each and every tawny muscle moving sensuously beneath his golden skin while Duo stood there stock still and speechless. ‘Take down your hair,’ he requested laying his vest over the seat of his bike. ‘Why?’ Quat asked cluelessly. ‘Duo,’ Trowa intoned a boat load of objections in one word but all Duo could do was stand there staring at the raven haired biker and softly reply… ‘Go,’ while he reached behind him and slipped the tie off his long braid. ‘What’s...’ Quat began but Trowa was suddenly moving him back toward the bike. ‘Trowa?’ he questioned looking back at where Duo was steadily unraveling his long hair while the newcomer advanced on him. ‘Come on,’ Trowa told his slight, blond lover while he reluctantly climbed on the bike. ‘But...’ ‘I’ll explain in a minute,’ he promised taking them out of the clearing. Quat glanced back to see the newcomer’s body meld with Duo’s, his thick main of chestnut tresses cascading freely down his back while the other’s hand ran up it and under and into the thick mass while he bent him back and kissed him deeply. It was like being smothered in gravy, thick, rich, hot gravy with a tangy flavor and an irresistible spice. He thought to resist at least just a little bit if for no other reason than to save face but he found himself surrendering whole heartedly the moment their mouths touched. His was so gentle and yet so completely inescapable Duo didn’t believe for one moment he hadn’t done this many, many times before. That thought bothered him more than he cared to admit but it wasn’t long before all rationality was washed from his mind leaving nothing but the searing, white hot pleasure of a very well executed union. Everything about this guy was so well controlled it gave him the air of someone well practiced in everything he did. It wasn’t long before Duo was gasping for breath while he stared up into the clear blue sky and tried not to giggle insanely just because he felt sooo damn good. ‘I gotta get a new hobby,’ he quipped while his current lover brought him down slowly raining kissed on his neck and face. ‘Is this your hobby?’ he asked. ‘Seems like it these days,’ Duo chuckled. ‘Are they yours then?’ he asked pushing back to look down at him. Duo nodded understanding he meant his other companions. ‘Can’t blame you then,’ he said making Duo laugh. ‘You know,’ he said wriggling a little as he was very much enjoying the fact that they were still joined. ‘Up until about five days ago I hadn’t even gotten past third base with a chick,’ he told him not really knowing why. ‘Now I have four lovers under by belt, all of them male and two of them jumping me at the same time. Life sure can be weird sometimes,’ he chuckled. ‘Am I your lover then?’ Duo mused for a moment then asked. ‘What’s your name?’ ‘Chang,’ he replied kissing him gently. ‘Chang Wufei.’ ‘Wanna go to L.A.?’ Duo asked lifting his hips a little by way of persuasion. ‘Are you going to be in L.A.?’ he asked. Duo nodded. ‘Then I’ll go,’ he readily agreed kissing him again. Duo felt the fire flare inside him with both the words and the fact that his new lovers stamina was quickly rising to the occasion within him. ‘You... really wanna... be with me?’ he groaned responding in kind while he pushed deeper inside him. ‘Everyone’s gotta have a hobby,’ he smirked making Duo smile a huge, bright smile just before he ripped away his ability to do anything but groan.
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