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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 "
“Hiiro?” the long haired boy breathed, shutting the noisy appliance off as he turned to face the intruder. The sight of Duo’s ass so deliciously displayed had wiped any and all coherent thought from Hiiro’s mind, leaving him to stand before his rival with literally nothing to say. Duo waited only moments before his stunned expression hardened and he turned back to his task. “I’m working,” he stated simply but the sound of it was laced with so many undertones it was impossible to discern his mood. “Duo.” Why? How could you? Wasn’t there something more? Questions ran rampant through his mind but nothing would come clear. “Yes?” Duo sighed impatiently, once again turning to face him but his eyes gazed anywhere but into Hiiro’s. Damn it! Hiiro took a step closer, completely unaware that he was going to until the motion registered in his mind. He felt his fingers twitch with the need to reach out and touch and taste the simmering desire drifting on the air. “You shouldn’t be here,” Duo informed him. “Guests aren’t allowed in…” The words were lost to the maelstrom whirling in Hiiro’s mind, his need to possess this beautiful soul overpowering his senses until he finally had to close his eyes against the vision of him and ground through gritted teeth. “Don’t tell me you didn’t feel something.” “What?” Duo scowled, backing away as Hiiro advanced but his retreat was too slow. He gasped when he was suddenly swallowed up in the powerful, Japanese boy’s arms but couldn’t find the will to break away. “I know you felt something,” Hiiro hissed, claiming his mouth in a sizzling kiss that drew a desperate whimper from Duo’s throat and slowly robbed him of the rigidity in his legs. Hiiro growled low and long when he felt him reluctantly melt into him, letting his hands roam the body that had so pleasured him the night before. His groggy mind replayed the rapturous union, each sigh and moan vividly recorded as he worked feverishly to make new ones. Duo pushed at him in token refusal but his legs were wrapping tightly around his hips as Hiiro pushed him back onto the couch, his hands working to quickly remove his shorts, fingers stroking as his mouth fed on the delightful flavor of Duo’s passion. He needed this, needed it more than reason and drank in every drop of his braided lover. Once again Duo’s body reacted with hungry abandon, arching back at his touch, his voice so sweetly embedded in Hiiro’s ears as he pushed his way within the incumbent heat. “Duo!” he hissed, setting a smooth, quick rhythm that promised a quick rise to nirvana but when he tried to kiss his lover, Duo had caught his lower lip in his teeth, his hands digging deliciously into Hiiro’s biceps as he bent back hard and Hiiro understood he was riding a tidal wave of devastating sensation. The sight made him want to take him like this a thousand more times, a million more should they find a way but Duo’s need was demanding he bring this union to fruition. “Duo!” he growled curling his body around the shaking boy beneath him, Duo’s shivering form calling forth a primal determination as he let the beat flow and steadily escalate until Duo finally cried out, his back curving hard, the sight of excruciating release plainly displayed on his beauteous face, crushing Hiiro’s heart as his body surrendered in wave after wave of rapturous culmination. They lay in a seething heap, neither capable of moving as their bodies cooled. Hiiro couldn’t think of anything but finding a way to stay like this forever. His heart began to ache at the thought of pulling away, of being denied the bliss of simply touching him and he felt the plea to remain rise in his throat as he finally pulled back. The moment his vision focused on Duo’s face his breath caught and he jerked free as terror, pain and sorrow ripped through his soul. Duo raised his forearm quickly to hide the tears but it was too late. Was he feeling guilty because of his girlfriend? Was he so afraid of loosing her, making love with Hiiro would bring tears to his eyes? It had been so hard dealing with the idea that Duo had hurt him uncaringly but to think he had somehow brought this pain to those laughing, violet eyes was a sorrow so profound he felt reality slip. “Duo…” “Please go,” the braided boy begged, the anguish barely concealed in his tone ripping at the remaining shreds of Hiiro’s self respect and suddenly all he wanted so to do whatever Duo needed. “Are you…” he began but Duo wrenched away, turning to bury his face in the couch and cried piteously… “Please.” Hiiro watch in horror as the half naked boy began to sob, his broken cries cutting deep into Hiiro’s heart as he slowly righted himself and backed away. What had he done? He had been angry with Duo but he’d never wanted this. So many emotions ran through him as he slowly forced his body to obey Duo’s request, his need to somehow fix whatever he had done causing him to pause at the door but Duo’s continued sobs silenced any further objections to his banishment. Once outside the confusion redoubled as a fierce need to protect and provide overwhelmed him. He had to find a way to put that beautiful smile back on Duo’s lips. Somehow, he had to set things straight. It was amazing how the pain he’d been drowning in all day seemed to simply vanish as he made his way to his room. It didn’t matter anymore if Duo had used him. All he could think about was finding some way to make it up to him but after showering and sprawling on his bed for half an hour nothing had come to mind. Was Duo in trouble with his girlfriend? Had she discovered his wayward fancies? He didn’t know who this girl was or why Duo would choose to play around on her but it was obvious his weakness was costing them both more than it was worth. He wondered who and where she was as he rolled over and buried his face in his pillow but thoughts of her and her relationship with Duo faded away as the delectable scent of the braided boy emanated from the pillow, lulling him into a fitful slumber. When next he opened his eyes the sun was streaming into his room and the clock revealed he had slept most of the night and following morning. His body was stiff and his eye lids heavy from too much rest as he pulled himself upright and headed for the bathroom. Daily necessities taken care of, he headed into the living quarters to find Trowa and Quatre cuddled on the couch watching videos of surfing competitions. “That’s Breman,” Quatre was saying, pointing out a particular board on the screen. His attention turned toward Hiiro along with Trowa’s when the Japanese boy stumbled into the room. “Morning,” Trowa grinned. “We thought you might sleep all day,” Quatre chuckled at the sloe eyed image he made. “Been a long week,” Hiiro grumbled, scratching his thigh as he stumbled toward the kitchenette and a cup of hot tea. “What is it?” Trowa asked when Quatre went oddly still. “Nothing,” the blond smiled, shaking off the distant mood. “You keep doing that,” Trowa persisted. “What?” “Drifting off when you talk to Hiiro,” the taller boy explained, tensing before he asked, “You don’t have a thing for him do you?” “No!” Quatre gasped, going scarlet from ears to neck. “Of course not! I just wondered if…” “If what?” Trowa pressed, needing to get to the bottom of his lover’s odd fascination. “Just… how he’s enjoying himself,” Quatre smiled. Trowa wasn’t buying it but he’d come to trust the blond boy in the short time they’d known each other so he let it ride. Hiiro banged around in the small kitchenette for a minute before reappearing with three steaming mugs setting one down in front of each of his companions before plopping into the empty chair. Quatre smiled, pausing the video before retrieving the drinks and presenting one to Trowa. “Thanks.” Hiiro waved off the blond boy’s gratitude, slumping back to sip from his mug. “Did you see Wufei last night?” Trowa asked through a half grin. “Not since yesterday afternoon,” Hiiro confessed. “Why? Didn’t he come back?” “No,” Trowa chuckled. “But some girl named Barbette called and wanted to know if he was really the Emperor of China.” Hiiro snorted. “What did you tell her?” “Not until we managed to knock off his Dad,” Trowa grinned, swallowing a good portion of his tea. “He’s going to get arrested someday,” Hiiro commented, flashing Quatre an amused glance when he laughed but the expression shifted to one of deep thought when he considered the blond boy’s presence and apparent relationship with Duo. It seemed a callous thing to do but he’d run out of ideas so he bit the bullet, said a silent apology to Trowa and asked, “So, Quatre. Who’s Hilde?” The blond boy choked spewing tea so hard out his nose he soaked the vid screen six feet away. “Quatre!?” Trowa gasped, sitting forward to pat his distressed lover on the back and aid in his recovery, his emerald eyes glaring accusingly at Hiiro but all the Japanese boy did was sit and calmly sip his tea. “How… I mean… where did you hear that name?” Quatre rasped, wiping painful tears from his eyes. “Around,” Hiiro replied. “You know her?” “Well… yes,” Quatre confessed, glancing nervously at Trowa who was regarding him with great interest. “But she’s nobody special. Just a local girl.” “Any idea where I can find her?” “Why?” the blond asked warily. “No reason,” Hiiro evaded but the conversation had suddenly angered their blond companion. Quatre stood, drawing Trowa up with him as he glared at Hiiro. “I don’t know what sort of games you play,” he snipped. “But Hilde isn’t a part of the program. You’d do well to forget her name. Come on, Trowa. We need to practice,” he said, dragging his stunned lover behind him as he headed for the door. Trowa offered Hiiro an inquiring gaze but received nothing but the sight of him sipping his tea in response. Hiiro smiled once the door had closed, seeing the road open before him. All he had to do was find this Hilde to see what the next step was. It was going to have to wait however, as his appointment with Dr. Willmont was drawing near so he jumped in the shower to wake himself up, threw on some shorts and a tank, grabbed his bag and headed for Colonial. “Hiiro! I’m so glad you made it,” the doctor smiled, coming to greet him when he entered the staffroom where the group was gathering. “Thank you,” he replied, offering a firm handshake. “I appreciate the invitation.” “We’ll see about that appreciation when I make an offer,” she replied, leading him toward a group of young teens and an older man that looked to be in his mid thirties. “This is Haiapo,” she explained as the man held out his hand in greeting. “You’re Hiiro Yui,” the man smiled. “Yes,” Hiiro confirmed. “I’ve been following your work,” Haiapo informed him. “Gracie was gracious enough to share her findings when you sent your thesis,” he explained at Hiiro’s mild surprise. “I’m honored,” the Japanese boy nodded. “I understand you’re thinking about joining the team?” Haiapo went on. “Don’t make us seem too eager,” Dr. Willmont chuckled. “Or we won’t be able to afford him.” Hiiro smiled, feeling his confidence return in spite of his troubles with Duo. The students, though only a year or so younger than he, instantly looked up to him, eyeing him reverently as if he were a doctor already working for Colonial which went a long way to restoring his deflated ego. There were three boys and two girls, only one of which went doe eyed upon his introduction so it wasn’t too bad. The other, Laani, was revealed to be an intellectual who was obviously involved with one of the boys making her not only a safe but interesting conversationalist. She and her native boyfriend, Nao, had founded the school’s dive team and were hopeful in their dreams to pursue a career at sea. Her friend, Tammy, appeared to be present for no more reason than to hang out with the toned, tanned boys that made this weekend dive thing their hobby. It took almost an hour to reach their destination, giving ample time for Tammy to reveal in great detail her latest trip to the mall while Hiiro spoke quietly with Dr. Willmont, who insisted he call her Gracie, and Haiapo. The algae on this particular beach had been a point of study for the team for well over two years. Laani had initiated the exercise for the purpose of gauging the possible increase in toxins around the islands shores and Gracie supported the team whole heartedly. Hiiro studied their findings as they drove, discovering that there had been notable changes but the data was full of holes and inconclusive. When they arrived the team piled out, donning their gear and hitting the water to scour the small reef some hundred yards off shore. Two hours into the sample retrieval Hiiro felt his center returning in the warm reality of the strong sunshine. This was what he wanted to do with his life, it always had been, only now the water seemed clearer, the sky a much richer blue and his heart swelled with the desire to thank Duo for making it all possible. It was difficult to separate the dream from reality when he spied someone moving around in a tide pool some distance down the beach, someone with a thigh length, chestnut braid. Duo glanced up, clearly shocked by Hiiro’s sudden presence as he pulled himself from the water and walked toward him, but the expression melted into nervous discomfort before he turned back to netting the small fish that had been trapped in the pool. “Hi,” Hiiro tried, uncertain of his reception. “What are you doing here?” Duo asked, slapping a little too hard at a fish that easily avoided the net. “Dr. Willmont asked me to join them,” Hiiro replied. “She’s with…” “I know who she is,” Duo cut him off, foregoing the fish in favor of collecting small bits of coral from the bottom sand. It was clear Hiiro was not welcome but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He watched curiously as Duo selected different rocks, tossing some aside and placing others in a bucket nestled in the shallows. Curiosity got the better of him when he saw a thick, black binder nearby and several containers displaying small crabs, fish and more coral pieces. Duo ignored him completely, going about his task while Hiiro moved closer to the book and peered at its tantalizingly blank exterior. “Are you researching something?” he asked hopefully. “Yep,” was Duo’s only reply. “Do you mind?” Hiiro asked, indicating he’d like to have a look at the book. Duo stopped to consider him, looking very much like he’d rather burn the book as let Hiiro touch it but then his eyes drifted toward the group of kids and oceanographers still snorkeling the reef. “Knock yourself out,” he shrugged, turning back to his task. Hiiro smiled, shoving the giddy elation at having had any form of positive communication with the long haired beauty and greedily took up the book. Interestingly, it appeared Duo had been conducting his own experiments involving the toxin levels in the area but his data was infinitely more concise. There had been significant increases in his findings and conclusive results proving the local ecology was to blame. “This is brilliant,” Hiiro concluded, reading over the information again. “How did you do this?” “Common sense,” Duo replied securing a small, black and yellow sergeant major in one of his containers. “Haiapo’s team didn’t have these results,” Hiiro mused, mostly to himself as he looked the data over again. “That’s because they’re looking in the wrong place,” Duo explained, coming over to sit on a rock and examine his newest catch. “Oh?” Hiiro wondered, setting the book in his lap. “They collect the algae because it’s the easiest way,” the braided boy explained. “But it’s a plant. It gets processed and renews constantly so what evidence gets trapped in its cellular structure is always changing and refreshing.” Hiiro felt the heat of excitement crawl slowly up his spine but it had nothing to do with how sexy Duo looked in a short wet suit. “If you want to see what’s actually going on you have to look higher up the chain. These fish,” he indicated his small collection. “They all have gills that are specifically designed to extract substances from the water.” “And the dead coral collects deposits in the porous surface,” Hiiro smiled. “That’s about it,” Duo confirmed, glancing uncertainly from under damp bangs. Hiiro’s eyes shown so brightly as he quietly smiled it took Duo’s breath away, forcing his gaze out to sea. “Shouldn’t you get back?” Duo asked, watching the others slowly making their way back toward shore. “Would you mind if I showed this to Gracie?” “Sorry,” Duo replied, retrieving his research with a possessive air that screamed ‘mine!’ “This isn’t for Colonial,” the braided boy explained. Hiiro nodded, unable to understand but respected Duo’s wishes leaving him to his work to return to his group but his heart was dancing on cloud nine. Duo was interested in oceanography. What were the odds that they would actually have so much in common? They were halfway back to the Institute before he suddenly remembered the long haired boy wasn’t actually available and sank into melancholy once again. There had to be a solution, some way for them to co-exist without anyone getting hurt. The only possible answer rested with the discovery of who the mysterious Hilde was and how she factored into the equation.
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