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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 "
“…still say he’s the hottest guy on Lanai,” Tammy was giggling to Laani “Like he’d give you the time of day,” the native girl chuckled. “Available or not,” Tammy sighed, “you gotta admit that’s some fine scenery.” “Don’t let Hilde hear you talk like that.” Hiiro nearly dropped his microscope upon hearing the name. “Oh, she needs to lighten up,” Tammy pished. “It’s her fault Duo had to drop out of school. The least she could do is let him have some fun.” “I suppose she’s got her hands full enough as is,” Laani countered. “Is she still working for Lawson’s?” Bingo. Hiiro replaced the equipment and politely took his leave. Lawson’s was easy enough to find as it turned out to be a grocery store in the area but when Hiiro inquired they said she’d moved on. He almost gave up hope until one of the cashiers offered the information that she had taken a position with a local day care. It wasn’t too hard to find the place with the starry eyed girl’s explicit instructions and once on the grounds there was only one person attending the pick up of children that could possibly have been Duo’s girlfriend. She was a sweet little thing with short cropped, dark hair and a cute little beret perched on top of her head. It was difficult thinking that this girl held the place he so dearly wanted in Duo’s heart but it was comforting to know she appeared to be worthy of his affection. He hung back, watching from a distance and wondering how she would take it if he were to steal Duo’s heart. He didn’t want to hurt her but it had come to a point that they were rivals whether they liked it or not. Hiiro’s heart was never going to give up; he knew that as well as he knew his own name. Feeling sorrowful for having to put any of them through a trying ordeal, he sighed and accepted the fact that he had to at least try. He couldn’t give up on Duo so easily but just as he had set his resolve to court the long haired boy, a child ran from the playground and his blood ran cold as he watched the girl hug him tight, his chestnut hair dangling in a shoulder length reflection of Duo’s braid and eyes of laughing amethyst. He couldn’t breathe. Duo had a child? He couldn’t have been more than seventeen! It didn’t compute but there was the evidence happily showing his mother something he’d found in the sand. It was plain to see Hilde was the child’s parent as his face was round and his nose the spitting image of the girl. Hiiro’s heart sank. There was no way he could court Duo knowing he had a child depending on him. Perhaps they could become weekend lovers? No, he slapped himself harshly for thinking it and got out of there as fast as he could. Duo had a child, a son of some two years or so. Tammy had blamed Hilde for Duo’s having to quit school. This was undoubtedly the reason. He couldn’t even imagine the difficulties of being a teenage parent. Hilde hadn’t looked more than sixteen, bringing a painful, stabbing guilt to Hiiro’s chest. He sure hoped she never found out about Duo and him; there was no reason for her to know that sort of pain but he couldn’t just let it go. He had no idea what he could do but there was no other recourse but to find a way to help the young couple out. Duo was working in the poolside café that night but Hiiro avoided direct contact with him, needing some distance to think things through. Duo seemed grateful for the reprieve, also keeping to himself save a stray glance or shared smile. Wufei had reappeared at some point during the day, looking road hard and put away wet, crashed for six hours and popped back up again later in the evening when Hiiro, Trowa and Quatre were enjoying the breezy night by lounging around the pool. “How was the windsurfing?” Trowa asked, grinning knowingly as the Chinese boy plopped down in an exhausted heap in the lounge beside he and Quatre. “I don’t know,” Wufei smiled with smug satisfaction. “We never left the beach.” “You’re going to throw your back out at this rate,” Quatre laughed. “Good,” Wufei grinned. “A nice long stay at the hospital might be just the ticket.” Hiiro laughed with everyone else but refrained from commenting when one of the house staff approached and handed Wufei a slip of paper. The Chinese boy read it, seeming to sober for a moment before sticking it in his pocket. “Bad news?” Trowa inquired. “My father,” Wufei shrugged, kicking back to close his eyes and stretch out. “Aren’t you going to reply?” Quatre wondered. “He just wants to know how things went with Khushrenada.” “And?” Hiiro prompted. “I haven’t met with him yet,” Wufei confessed. “You’re playing with fire,” Trowa warned. “I’ll call him tomorrow,” the Chinese boy sighed in resignation. “It sounds like you’re not all that thrilled about meeting with him,” Quatre observed, leaning back into Trowa’s embrace. Wufei snorted. “He’s just going to give me the same speech my father always does,” he replied, letting his gaze shift over to where a couple of new girls where taking an evening swim. “They all think the same way. Drown yourself in your work, take a proper wife with beneficial ties and grow old before you’re thirty.” “You make it sound like a sentence,” the blond replied. “You could always just say no.” The silence that followed made it quite clear Quatre had said something very wrong but he was unsure of why until Trowa explained. “Wufei is the heir to a great fortune. If he defies his family he’ll loose his birthright and be disgraced.” “They’ve also chosen his wife,” Hiiro added, bringing Quatre’s taken back expression all the way up to appalled. “Can’t you protest?” he argued in Wufei’s defense. “It’s not so bad,” the Chinese boy smiled somewhat dimly, sitting up to get a better look at the swimming maidens as he added, “But there’s no harm in enjoying myself while I can,” as he slipped away and into the pool. Quatre watched him go with some trepidation. “That’s so sad,” he finally sighed, curling in Trowa’s arms. “It’s always been that way,” the taller boy explained. “But what happens when he falls in love?” Quatre wondered. Trowa had no ready reply, looking to Hiiro but the Japanese boy appeared to be lost in another world as he stared silently into the café. Hiiro’s dreams that night were plagued by images of a child with dancing violet eyes, a child that steadfastly stood blocking the way no matter which way he turned and always there was Duo just out of reach. When he woke the next day he felt weary and fatigued but hauled his ass out at the crack of dawn in support of Trowa and Quatre’s coming competition. The day began early when the tide provided the best waves. It seemed as if the entire island had congregated on the sand for the show. Even the local television station was on hand, filming the highlights of the preliminaries. Trowa stayed close to Quatre, each timing their rides so that they could paddle back out together. Hiiro waved with Wufei and the three girls he’d shown up with that morning when they were both chosen to continue on to the finals. There was a break near midday while the sea shifted gears and everyone took advantage of the time to eat and frolic in the sand. Hiiro had jogged back up to the hotel to use the restroom when he saw Duo for the first time that day. The braided boy paused in his effort to push a hand truck filled with boxes of soda cans into a store room near the back of the poolside stage and Hiiro felt something inside him sit up and beg when Duo smiled. “Hi,” he greeted, opting to help unload the soda. “How are they doing?” Duo asked, obviously unaware of the standing of the competition. “Quatre’s third in the finals,” Hiiro informed him. Duo smiled. “And Trowa?” It felt oddly nice to have Duo ask after his friend. “He’s second, but I think it’s only because Quatre’s trying to make him look good.” Hiiro grinned openly when Duo laughed at the comment, feeling the overpowering need to taste him again. Unconsciously his eyes sought somewhere where they could discreetly retreat, unaware of the action until he noticed the blush on Duo’s face. Fear gripped his chest but the expected rebuttal never came. Instead there was a thrill when Duo glanced around as if looking for the same thing and Hiiro suddenly had him in his arms, kissing him. “Where?” the Japanese boy rasped, unable to contain the tremendous desire bubbling inside him. Duo whimpered as he kissed him again, fumbling for the door of the store room. The moment it slammed shut they were all over each other, lips, clothes and hands flying everywhere. Hiiro wanted nothing more than to take him up to his room and love him long and slow like he had on their first night together but circumstances would not permit such a rendezvous. He knew this shouldn’t be happening but there was no denying what he felt and no way to stop it once it got started. Duo proved once again to be his ultimate dream lover, opening himself in ways that fried every neuron in Hiiro’s brain as he slammed into him, their bodies jolting hard against the closed door until they could no longer maintain and slid to the floor. The new position eased the way for a much deeper union, causing Duo to moan in utter rhapsody as he arched back and pulled Hiiro inside him. It was incredible, the most amazing thing Hiiro had ever felt, bar none and he eagerly devoured the passionate energy flowing from his long haired lover until they lay in a trembling knot, tightly wrapped together on the store room floor. “Damn it,” Duo swore, bringing reality crashing back in even before Hiiro had softened from his climax. “Are you ok?” he asked, fearing the tears Duo had cried last time they lost control. “Fine,” Duo sighed, sitting up when Hiiro pulled away but he didn’t really seem fine. At least he wasn’t crying. The tension eased a little when he reached for his pants and commented, “We gotta stop doing this shit.” “Sorry,” Hiiro offered, feeling strange that only now would his face warm over. “It’s just…” “Yeah,” Duo agreed, cleaning off with a roll of paper towels from the storeroom stock before dressing. It was awkward and although that was nothing new Hiiro was determined not to let it end like before. “I want to do something for you.” Duo’s eyes flashed dangerously as he stated firmly, “I don’t require compensation.” Hiiro balked, realizing what the offer had sounded like. “No!” he gasped, stopping Duo from jerking the door open and running for the hills. “I didn’t mean it like that!” Damn it! “Just… wait… please.” Duo sighed heavily but let go of the door and turned to face him. Hiiro took a deep breath. “Listen, I know I don’t really know you but…” “You don’t owe me anything,” Duo cut in, still sounding offended. “I know, but… I feel…” “Guilty?” Duo supplied. It wasn’t the right word but stunned Hiiro into a moment’s silence, giving Duo enough time to add, “Then you shouldn’t play the game.” That’s right. Hiiro was just a game to him, Hilde was who he loved. He’d seen the proof of it playing in the sand at the day care. It was in him to be angry but the reality that it just didn’t matter overpowered his pride and he simply nodded. The action seemed to confuse Duo, leaving him with nothing more to say so Hiiro ventured into the silence. “Could we maybe start over?” “You want more?” Duo snorted. “No… yes… I mean…” Why couldn’t he think straight!? He shook the cob webs out of his mind and grasped the first thought that seemed right. “I don’t want to have sex with you.” Duo’s left brow rose. “Ok, that was wrong,” Hiiro sighed. “What I mean is we don’t have to have sex to be friends… right?” There was doubt in the long haired boy’s eyes that begged him continue. “Damn it, Duo,” he finally sighed, not knowing what else to say. “I just want you to be happy.” There was a sudden wondrous light in the violet eyes staring back at him, then they clouded over with unshed tears and he was suddenly looking at the storeroom door as it swung on its hinges and Duo beat a path as far away from him as possible. What had happened? Did he say something wrong? Was he being too forward? He’d been honest, it was the only way he knew how to deal with tough situations like this but nothing he did seemed to help. Defeated, he made his way back down to the beach and watched Quatre take first place leaving Trowa with third and some female pro named Lisa in second but the event seemed like a distant dream. His mind kept circling back to Duo but he was still coming up empty. There was a party on the beach that night where his friends tried repeatedly to draw him out to no avail until he realized his presence wasn’t helping support them, he was being a wet towel. Shortly after the remains of the luau’s bonfire had been relit, he eased out of the joyous jubilation and slipped back upstairs. The thrill of seeing Duo perched, ready to knock on the door to his room nearly knocked him back in the lift but he moved forward slowly when the long haired boy turned skittish eyes on him. “Hi,” he smiled cautiously, wanting anything but to scare him away. “Hi,” Duo replied nervously, wiping his palm on his shorts. An awkward moment passed before he commented, “I heard Trowa took third.” Hiiro nodded, easing forward. “I had a feeling Quatre was carrying him,” he smiled. “No,” Duo shook his head. “He’s good; he just needs a little more experience.” “Maybe after we graduate.” Duo was still there, standing right in front of him as brilliant as the first time he’d laid eyes on him and it still took his breath away. “This is your last year?” “One more semester,” Hiiro confirmed, feeling unreasonably giddy over Duo’s apparent interest in him. “Already, huh?” Duo chuckled, explaining, “You guys are so young,” at Hiiro’s confusion. “It’s an accelerated course,” he explained. The shadow that crossed Duo’s face was easy enough to read since he knew the long haired boy hadn’t been given the chance to finish high school, much less attend college. “Everyone is eligible,” he commented, liking the hungry light that sparked in Duo’s eyes. The elevator doors opened, spilling a couple of giddy girls and their dates into the hallway, creating another awkward, forced silence between them until they disappeared into a room down the hall. Unwilling to let this chance get away, Hiiro threw caution to the wind and quickly asked, “Would you like to come in? I could make some tea…” He nearly choked on his heart when Duo’s shoulders visibly relaxed and he smiled, “Yeah, thanks.” He didn’t know what was going on but he damn sure didn’t want to mess this opportunity up so he toed off his shoes by the door, offering Duo a small, self conscious shrug when he smiled at the custom. “Have a seat,” he offered, heading for the kitchenette. Where was the tea? Water, keep it together. “Do you like chai?” “Anything’s fine,” Duo replied and Hiiro glanced back and tried to remind the little imp that was crowing triumphantly in his head that nothing had been solved. He thanked Wufei’s ancestors that the guy always packed personal luxuries like his favorite soap and tea bags as he set two mugs of water in the microwave to heat. “Are you hungry?” he asked, looking in the small refrigerator for a snack of some sort. “No,” Duo replied, sounding amused. Hiiro chuckled at himself then took a deep breath and answered the call of the microwave, dropping the tea bags in the hot water before returning to Duo’s side. “Thanks,” the long haired boy smiled, reaching for his mug but Hiiro had frozen and was just standing there staring at him. He raised a brow in question that seemed to break whatever spell had overtaken his companion and Hiiro’s ears reddened as he handed the drink over and sat in the neighboring chair. The silence grew while they tasted their tea, stirring a desperation in Hiiro’s gut to speak but what to say? He couldn’t ask about Duo’s life without prying into what he already knew was a very private situation and the weather was certainly an inane subject at this point. “You are so odd,” Duo ventured, chuckling softly when the gentle tone caused Hiiro to start. Hiiro laughed it off and tried to relax. “Sorry,” he offered, though he wasn’t sure what for. Duo considered him for a moment as he sipped his tea then his eyes shifted as if coming to some conclusion. Hiiro swallowed nervously when he leaned forward and set his cup on the table, turning his gaze upon him. His skin prickled as Duo’s eyes moved slowly over his body, the growing hunger in his gaze sending a shiver down Hiiro’s spine that instantly lit his groin on fire. “When do you leave?” Duo asked but his tone had changed to one of underlying desire. “Day after tomorrow,” Hiiro breathed, clutching his mug. Duo nodded, seeming to add this information into his equation then sighed, ran his fingers through his thick bangs and rose. Hiiro’s breath stilled as the long haired beauty moved closer, his knees parting unconsciously when Duo bent and laid his hands on the arms of the chair. He wanted this, wanted it so bad he had to clench his teeth to keep them from chattering. Duo was coming to him of his own free will. He was fully aware of what he was doing, there was no heated flare of blinding passion to blame and Hiiro felt the warmth of him slowly engulf him as Duo’s mouth slowly descended over his own. The mug fell to the floor, spilling its contents in the forgotten realm of reality as Hiiro’s hands found something better to do. Duo’s legs pushed forward, nuzzling with an insistent knee that allowed him to straddle Hiiro’s lap, the purring moans rising in his throat feeding the fire as Hiiro’s hands cupped his ass and pulled him firmly downward. Each boy moaned in the intensive heat, neither willing to part as their bodies began to move in harmony. Hiiro pressed upwards, pulling Duo’s sumptuous body hard against him as the long haired boy whimpered and aided his efforts in his most willing of ways. Hiiro had no idea how long they’d been at it but it was definitely not long enough and he groaned unhappily when Duo pulled away. There was fear that this was it, the final taste, Duo’s way of saying goodbye but instead of moving from Hiiro’s lap he laid his forehead on the breathless Japanese boy’s and quietly asked… “Let me stay?” Hiiro growled loudly, crushing him in his arms as he suddenly rose and kissed him with a desperate need. Duo yelped but never missed a beat, wrapping his legs tighter as Hiiro gripped his ass and carried him into his room, kicking the door shut behind them before falling on the bed. The dark thought that Duo just wanted another roll in the hay before he left rose up to taunt him but he crushed it mercilessly, not caring about the why or what if and proceeded to drown himself in the sinful delights of his most precious dream come true. It seemed like less than the blink of an eye when he suddenly found himself looking down on the breathtaking beauty of Duo’s spent passion and felt the world tilt once more. “Incredible,” Hiiro whispered, claiming the eager kiss the comment drew from Duo’s lips. “You make me never want to stop.” “Then don’t stop,” Duo breathed, fanning the embers of the smoldering flame as he lifted his hips and claimed another heated kiss. “Duo…” “Please,” the long haired boy begged. “Just let me have this, if only for a little while.” Hilde’s face flashed in Hiiro’s mind, sending a stabbing pain through his chest as he was confronted with the reality that Duo was not his to claim. Whatever they shared was, in reality, nothing more than a dream, a temporary escape from the very real responsibilities of life but there wasn’t a force in Heaven or Earth that could have pulled him from Duo’s arms that night. Time and again they reveled in the perfection between them, a harmony neither could quite comprehend until the world had completely faded away and nothing remained but the tender touch of lazy fingertips and the unbridled passion of two souls coming together as one. When the sun finally succeeded in invading their dream, Hiiro felt the fear even before he woke that when he opened his eyes, Duo would be no more than a pleasant memory, but much to his surprise the long haired boy was laying in a quite slumber by his side. The sight warmed him to the core, his heart overflowing with unnamed emotion as a small smile curled his lips. Duo was even more beautiful in the morning with the happy rays of the sun dancing in his mused hair and dust motes circling his thick eye lashes. Hiiro was so taken by the image he reached out in his need to touch him, to know for certain that he was real and brushed one long piece of disheveled hair from his beautiful brow. Duo stirred, bringing another smile to softly curl Hiiro’s lips. “Morning,” the Japanese boy greeted. Duo smiled then scooted over and claimed a small, chaste kiss. Hiiro sighed softly, pulling the slender boy into his arms and prayed for time to stop. It lasted a mere few minutes before reality once again slashed at their dream when Duo’s stomach growled loudly. “Sorry,” the braided boy chuckled. “Guess it’s time for breakfast,” Hiiro joined him. “Good,” Duo agreed, extracting himself. “I’m starving.” Hiiro smiled, having already assessed that fact and headed for the bathroom. Once relieved, he vacated while Duo took his turn and pulled on a pair of shorts. In his heart he hoped they wouldn’t be necessary for long but refused to give in to his carnal desires so easily. Duo had granted him the pleasures of his passion but Hiiro wanted more than that. However, this desire bore the thorn of the knowledge of Hilde and the child and once again he was faced with the reality that Duo could never be his. Unwilling to taint this wonderful morning he pushed the problem aside and suggested… “Room service?” Duo was quiet for a moment then poked his head out and suggested hopefully, “There’s a diner in town that makes killer waffles.” He wanted to go out? Wasn’t he concerned that someone would see them together and tell Hilde? Half of him was ready to refuse in his desire to protect Duo from the consequences of their actions but most of him was thrilled by the boy’s outward acceptance of him, so he readily agreed, switching the shorts for a pair of slacks and a comfortable shirt. Duo had slipped back into his shorts but gratefully accepted Hiiro’s offer of a clean shirt before they exited the room and ran headlong into Quatre and Trowa. “Duo?!” Quatre gasped, glancing quickly between the braided boy and Hiiro’s glowing visage. “What’re you doing here?” he asked suspiciously as his gaze darkened upon seeing Hiiro’s hand rest on the small of Duo’s back. It was obviously a tense confrontation to all involved but Duo opted to address the issue at some other time, replying with a short, “We were just leaving,” as he stepped around the stunned blond. Quatre watched them walk away with no small amount of concern dancing in his eyes until Trowa quietly questioned his actions and he buried whatever was bothering him in favor of the happiness he felt while at Trowa’s side. However, his continued odd behavior around Hiiro whenever Duo was involved was beginning to wear a sore spot on Trowa’s patience. As much as he didn’t want to put any strain on their budding relationship, his need to understand was growing as suspicions and doubt began to cloud his mind. Had there once been something between Quatre and Duo?
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