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"Rolling Thunder"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: just about everything? lol ok, ok umm
Angst, Fluff, Lemons of the not too graphic kind, Insta-Obsession
^-^, Casual sex (Fei-baby’s havin’ a good time ^_^) Ssssap
*pulls fingers free of sticky keyboard*, AU/College Break/Romantic
Adventure, Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x uh… anyone that’ll lie down? lol, 5x13 Beta’ed by Mechante Fille Summary: Hiiro is coerced by his college buddies
to take a reluctant holiday to the beautiful islands of Hawaii but
soon finds himself hopelessly infatuated by a pair of fiery, violet
eyes. " Rolling Thunder " Ch 3 Quatre opted to stay with some insistence from Trowa, who coerced him into showering together after Hiiro retreated to his own bathroom. The fact that they were still in there when he was clean, dressed and headed out the door put a smile on Hiiro’s face. It was nice to think Trowa might have finally found that elusive love he’d craved all these years. Hiiro had never pined openly for a lover, thinking the notion intrusive and more trouble than it was worth, but one thought of Duo changed all that. Now, he couldn’t wait to find the next step on the road and sincerely hoped they would have the chance to spend some time together during his visit. He wondered briefly where Wufei had gotten off to as he closed the door behind him and turned toward the elevator, but the sight of his Chinese friend stumbling out of the lift with Brit attached to his face answered that question pretty quick. The pair looked as if they’d just been through a spin dry and seemed completely unaware of his presence until the girl broke free and giggled drunkenly, her arms clinging to the laughing Chinese boy as she retreated into the elevator and he reluctantly pulled away and headed down the hall. “I’ll see you downstairs,” Wufei promised, bumping into Hiiro’s chest. “Don’t make me wait,” she giggled as the doors slid shut. “Having fun?” Hiiro grinned down at where his friend was bonelessly splayed across his chest. “Got lucky,” Wufei flashed a sappy grin that said more than Hiiro wanted to know. “You need a collar and a leash,” the Japanese boy chuckled, pushing him to his feet. “I need a shower,” Wufei chuckled, sniffing himself disdainfully. “Sex always smells better when you’re engaged in it.” “You are such a slut,” Hiiro shook his head. “You wish,” Wufei smirked, heading for their room. “Knock if you want to see Trowa!” Hiiro called, stalling his entry as Wufei smiled devilishly back at him. “He scored?” “You scored,” Hiiro smiled. “I think he actually got lucky.” A polo shirt and slacks was apparently over dressing for a luau. Hiiro squashed the odd feeling of being the only person attending that wasn’t wearing shorts, knowing he would be even more uncomfortable if he had dressed differently. The pool area was more active tonight than it had been during the day, the evening light quickly fading to be replaced by the colorful illumination of paper lanterns draped between swaying palms as patrons splashed in the water and drank from coconuts with little umbrella’s sticking out the top. The carved, tiki posts around the pool side bar seemed to come alive in the dancing light, each snarling their lopsided grins at the throng of party-goers. It was busy but not overly crowded and there was activity stretching down to the beach. He wandered through, accepting a complimentary virgin pina colada from one of the hula girl staff members before moseying down toward the ocean. The beach was as busy as the pool deck but it seemed there were more hotel employees running around in the sand. Hiiro watched for a bit as they and some of the more adventurous guests slowly built a great pile of wood in a large hole that had been dug in the sand. It was quite impressive, standing four feet high, its breadth infested with dark shadows from the torches the staff carried here and there. He wandered back up to the hotel, wondering what area Duo might be working in when a sudden squeal resounded in the air. “Fei!!!” Hiiro turned toward the cumulative squeal to see his Chinese friend happy ensconced in the middle of a circle of girls, though Brit wasn’t among them. Curious as to her whereabouts he scanned the area, spotting her at a table with two men, one older gentleman that had the look of a father and another that looked enough like her to be a possible sibling. She was watching Wufei play with his friends with an air of bored dismissal that eased Hiiro’s concern that she might have taken the afternoon too seriously. His heart sank when she suddenly noticed him looking and brightened dangerously. Before he could make good his escape, she had abandoned her chair and was headed straight for him. “Hi,” she smiled, stepping well inside his personal space. “Evening,” he returned casually, backing away. “They really outdid themselves,” she smiled taking in all the decorations. Hiiro nodded, turning his attention back to Wufei when one of his company squealed and giggled. When he glanced back, Brit chuckled then flushed at his scrutinizing gaze. “He’s a lot of fun,” she commenting. “So I’m told,” Hiiro smirked behind his coconut. She seemed at a loss for something to say for a moment then looked around and asked, “Where’s your other friend?” “He’s around.” Her smile brightened conspiratorially. “I think Marsha’s out to get him.” “A futile endeavor,” he replied. “So he really is gay?” she asked, keeping her voice low. “Indubitably,” Hiiro confirmed, adding a sympathetic, “Sorry,” for her friend’s loss. “Like that’d stop Marsha,” Brit giggled. “I doubt she’d be foolish enough to pursue a gay partner.” Brit’s eyes flashed mischievously. “That just makes it more fun.” Ok, that was enough of this conversation. Hiiro managed a polite smile before silently excusing himself and moving off toward Wufei, leaving her to sigh heavily and return to her table. “Hiiro,” Wufei laughed, extracting himself from between two of his shapely entourage. “You need another drink,” the Chinese boy insisted, flagging down the nearest hostess. Hiiro accepted politely even though the drink in his hand was barely half empty trading the old for the new when the hula girl drifted by. “Who’s your friend?” Hiiro recalled seeing the young, dusky blond at the pool earlier in the day, her face imprinted in his memory by the oddity that she seemed unable to grasp objects firmly enough to keep them from tumbling to the ground but he wasn’t interested in her interest and let his eyes search for Duo while Wufei replied. “This is Hiiro. We attend Steinhart together,” Wufei explained. “Oh?” the young lady smiled demurely, batting sooty lashes that Hiiro never saw. “Do you study law like Wufei?” she asked, persistently trying to gain the handsome Japanese boy’s attention. “No,” Hiiro replied succinctly, rotating gently when a new beat mingled with the lively background music. “He’s in oceanography,” Wufei supplied. “Oh, how interesting,” the girl smiled, leaning over to see what Hiiro was so interested in. The floor show had started on a small stage set up beside the pool but much to Hiiro’s disappointment, Duo was not a part of it. He had hoped to see him earlier and as the hula clad hostesses took the stage to dance he wondered if he’d heard Duo right about his show. Or perhaps, it was some other sort of show. Either way, he wasn’t on stage so Hiiro turned back to find his conversation partner fiddling nervously with her glass and a dark scowl in Wufei’s eyes. “Are you here on business?” he asked, attempting to appease his irritated companion. Her smile brightened instantly. “No,” she replied, flushing softly under the new velvet sky. “Kristy and I, I’m Aurora by the way,” she smiled holding out her hand delicately. Hiiro touched her fingers appropriately. “We’re from New York. My father has business on the Big Island so we came along for the ride.” Kristy, who was hanging off Wufei’s shoulder, suddenly giggled at something happening on stage. “He’s such a riot,” she laughed, allowing the Chinese boy to wrap a hand around the back of her thigh. Hiiro turned, feeling as if the ground had moved and shifted beneath him when he saw Duo on stage, a ti leaf crown encircling his fiery chestnut head, his bare chest glimmering in the dancing light of the torches tumbling in his hands as he bent his body backward until his head almost touched the floor, raised a torch to his lips and blew a towering column of flame ten feet in the air. The crowd cheered, moving to encircle the stage as Duo continued the deadly dance but all Hiiro could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat until Wufei commented… “I hope he’s this good in the dark,” as he moved toward the stage until Hiiro’s fist suddenly gripped his shoulder, pulling him up short. “I’ll let you know,” the Japanese boy said, his tone one of unmistakable warning as he pushed by, leaving Wufei in the company of his young maids with a wide grin on his lips. Hiiro watched, mesmerized by the fluid grace being displayed. It was clear Duo had found many ways to make use of his agility and speed as he performed the ancient fire dance of the natives. Clearly, he was not Hawaiian by birth but his soul was in synch with the islands, personifying their vibrancy, the delicate balance between life and death as he spit fire into the sky and embraced the flame. By the time it was over he could barely catch his breath, his eyes had gone dry from an unblinking gaze and his groin ached with a need the likes of which he’d never dreamed possible. He moved unconsciously toward the stairs when Duo made his exit, having to back away several steps as he bounced to the ground and snatched up a bottle of water from a table. Hiiro grinned widely, watching him down the crystal liquid, recalling the flames that had been spewing from his mouth minutes before. “You’re not burned?” he asked, unable to keep the giddy elation from his tone. “Naw,” Duo laughed, wiping sweat from his glistening brow. “How do you do that?” Hiiro chuckled in amazement. “Like this,” Duo grinned, turning up a brown bottle that had also been on the table. Hiiro’s eyes snapped open wide when he pulled one of the torches along the edge of the stage to his mouth and blew a four foot tongue of flame into the sky. The crowd cheered again but quickly turned their attention back to the current dancers that had taken Duo’s place as Hiiro asked. “What is that stuff?” His world spun completely out of control when Duo suddenly lurched forward, his mouth closing roughly over Hiiro’s in a wide, open mouthed kiss that left him dizzy and utterly devoid of intelligent thought. “Sorry,” Duo chuckled, blushing softly when he retreated. Hiiro grinned. “Whiskey,” he surmised, licking his lips. “Yeah,” the braided boy smiled with open delight. For a moment they stood and looked at each other, just long enough for both to cautiously formulate something to say but as their jaws dropped to speak, a strange, quick rhythm sounded on the drums and Duo suddenly balked. “That’s my cue!” he gasped, rushing back up the stairs. Hiiro backed into a spot where he could see the whole stage, expecting more fire breathing but was once again enraptured when Duo and another man of obvious native blood tossed swords at each other and began a spectacular blade demonstration. There was more, so much more, but it all seemed like a dream. He was aware of Wufei’s sporadic presence but couldn’t recall anything he had said and was utterly incapable of being anywhere but where Duo was in between sets. When the show finally wound down he found himself once again waiting where the long haired boy exited the stage, his heart filled with unnamable emotions and his eyes glittering with stars. “You’re fantastic!” he grinned. “Thanks,” Duo smiled, wiping his brow with the towel Hiiro had offered. “It pays the bills.” “Is the show over?” Hiiro asked hopefully. “My part is,” Duo replied, glancing shyly at the ground. “Can I buy you a drink?” “I’m still on duty.” Damn. “But as soon as the bonfire’s under weigh I’m off for the night.” Hiiro’s smile nearly split his cheeks. “Anything I can do to help?” “Be there when the flames kiss the sky,” Duo smiled then disappeared to join his sword wielding friend on the other side of the stage area. “Having fun?” “Hell, yeah,” Hiiro grinned, grimacing only when he realized the voice belonged to Trowa. “Hi,” Quatre beamed, clinging openly to the taller boy’s arm as his eyes shone with the unmistakable light of love. “I guess we missed the show.” “Not all of it,” Trowa grinned. “They’ll light the fire soon,” the blond commented. “You’ve been here before?” Hiiro inquired. “Quatre comes every year for the competition,” Trowa explained. “Will it be long?” Hiiro asked, turning to search for his wayward interest. Quatre considered the way Hiiro was trying to see backstage and sighed impatiently. “As soon as the staff is finished powdering each others asses they’ll move the party out onto the beach.” Hiiro’s gaze turned to regard him, not caring for the comment. “What a ride!” Wufei chortled, falling into their midst. Hiiro recoiled from the perfumed, musky stench wafting off him but held him firm in lieu of letting him fall to the ground. “You have no self respect,” Trowa chuckled, pushing his head away when the drunken Chinese boy leered up at him and Quatre. “Who’s the babe?” Wufei asked, peering at the blond boy. Quatre laughed good naturedly and offered a polite, “Quatre. Nice to meet you.” Wufei snorted softly and hid his face in Hiiro’s shoulder. “For a minute there I thought you’d changed your spots.” “No way,” Trowa smiled, pulling Quatre closer. “Come on,” the blond suddenly smiled, “They’re starting.” Hiiro’s heart raced as they made their way down to the beach. Many of the other visitors were slowly migrating as well as the music softened by the pool and grew louder down on the sprawling sand. Several of the hotels staff members were putting the finishing touches on the stack of firewood and Hiiro smiled brightly to see that Duo was among them. Low beach chairs and blankets had been strewn around at a safe distance, allowing Hiiro to deposit Wufei on one while Trowa made himself and Quatre cozy on another. He watched with great anticipation as people laughed and sang and partied the night away, relishing every moment he was able to see the long haired boy. “You guys want another drink?” Trowa asked, helping Quatre to his feet a short while later. “Yeah!” “No,” Hiiro countered, pushing Wufei’s hand back down with a scolding gaze. Technically they weren’t allowed alcohol but the Chinese boy had obviously found some way around the minor standing. “We’ll be back,” Trowa chuckled, slipping a bold arm around Quatre’s waist before leading him off. Hiiro sat quietly for a time, then cringed when the wind shifted. “Geez,” he groaned, scrunching up his nose in distaste. “What the hell happened to you?” “Aurora got jealous when she caught me and Kristy in the bathroom,” Wufei chuckled, closing his eyes against the spinning sky. “That’ll teach you,” Hiiro snorted but Wufei merely grinned. “What happened?” the Japanese boy asked, curious as to why this would put a smile on his friend’s face. “What could I do?” Wufei chuckled, ginning devilishly. “I couldn’t let the poor girl feel left out.” Hiiro shook his head, laughing it off but the idea that Wufei had done two girls in the bathroom already that night ate at him. “You’re running pretty fast on this one aren’t you?” “It’s my last chance,” the Chinese boy replied, sobering to a more relaxed state as Hiiro’s eyes watched Duo chase a young, giggling girl away from the sleeping fire. “You might try loosening up a little too,” he smiled, peeking with one eye at his distracted friend. “You might even get laid for once.” Hiiro considered the possibility of taking Duo in his arms and the joy it would bring before he let his mouth curl softly and replied, “Getting laid’s not enough.” “Pft!” Wufei snorted. “You’re asking too much if you want anything more from this crowd,” he chuckled, unaware of the shadow the comment caused in Hiiro’s eyes. “Whatever,” he sighed, lazing on the towel. “At least you’re showing an interest.” Hiiro was about to defend himself when a horrendous cry ripped from the center of the scene, calling the attention of everyone attending. The large man Duo had preformed with was screaming his battle cry as the hula dancers encircling the fire pit, their skirted hips telling the tales of eons gone by as Duo suddenly sprang into the mix. The man caught him in midair, breaking his fall, then the entire lot of them broke into a dizzying, primal dance. Wufei sat up, seeming to have shaken off his stupor as Hiiro rose to his feet and stared in wide wonder at the epic unfolding before him. It was the most vivid thing he’d ever seen and Duo was the heart beat of it all, his thin body swirling and spinning to the heavy beat of the drums until he and his partner were handed lit torches and the area cleared while they displayed their juggling talents, tossing the flaming shafts between them. The music suddenly hit a fevered pitch and Duo bent over completely backward until his head and hand touched the ground while he brought the fire to his lips and set the wood ablaze with one mighty breath of flame. Hiiro’s heart soared while the crowd cheered and joined in the dance. A moment later he was swept away, his feet carrying him gladly into the gyrating throng as Duo wrapped his arms around his neck and bade him dance. “He’s… dancing,” Trowa deadpanned when he and Quatre returned and witnessed the odd revelation. “And me without a vid-cam,” Wufei snorted, getting to his feet. “Hi, Fei!” “Hi, Lana!” the Chinese boy grinned, jogging off in the direction of the young lady that was waving happily to him. “Quatre?” Trowa inquired, feeling the strange energy emanating from his new lover. “Is anything wrong?” “Hm?” the blond boy replied, seeming put out as he watched Hiiro twirl Duo around in the sand. “Do you want to dance?” “No,” Quatre smiled, coming back to himself.
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