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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 "
“Who? Quatre?” Duo asked, looking the menu over. “You seem to know each other fairly well.” “He’s been coming here a few times a year since we were kids,” Duo explained, adding, “His dad’s loaded,” with a wry chuckle. “He jets all over the world just to keep his old man company. I guess his dad figures Quat will out grow the whole beach bum, surfer thing and eventually take over the business.” “But Quatre has other ideas,” Hiiro surmised from Duo’s tone. The long haired boy smiled, glancing at the approaching waitress as he replied. “Yeah. He’s got his sites on the world championship.” “He and Trowa share the same dream,” Hiiro smiled, turning his attention to the menu while Duo applied his to the middle aged woman that had come to attend them. “Morning,” she grinned widely and Hiiro’s cheeks flushed for some odd reason. “Hi, Millie,” Duo greeted, reminding his rosy cheeked companion just how local he really was. “How’s the pineapple pancakes?” “Sweet and sticky,” she chuckled, smiling so hard her chubby face nearly caved in when Duo’s ears pinked. “I’ll have a triple stack,” the braided boy informed her. “Who’s your friend?” Millie asked in her ‘neighborhood sponge can’t wait to get to the gossip fence and spill this one’ sort of way. “Hiiro,” Hiiro replied confidently, offering a smug smile. “Sweet,” she returned, smacking her gum loudly. “What’ll ya have?” “Hot tea, toast and the fruit bowl.” Duo stared silently while the woman jotted the information down then went away. He was still staring long afterward, prompting Hiiro to inquire… “What?” “Is that it? Hot tea, bread and fruit?” “It’s an adequate meal,” Hiiro defended, feeling humorously foolish under Duo’s scrutiny. “What?” he chuckled, not understanding the boy’s reaction. Duo snorted setting his menu aside as he mumbled, “No wonder you’ve got abs like a greet god.” The compliment caught him off guard, infecting his temples with the rosy color of his ears and he suddenly laughed at the utter absurdity of the situation. “I feel like I’m back in Jr. high.” “Should we carve our initials in the table?” Duo chuckled. The idea insinuated a desire for permanency that prickled along Hiiro’s spine but he didn’t know what to make of it. The conversation turned to musings over each other’s youth. Hiiro wondered what it was like growing up on the islands and Duo confessed to having lost his parents at a very young age. Each had made their way in the world with pure grit and determination and the conversation flowed easily throughout the meal until Hiiro inadvertently asked what high school he had attended and Duo quietly shied away. Kicking himself for the oversight, Hiiro backed off, insisting on paying the bill and delighted with the grace in which Duo accepted. He had been afraid his generosity might be misconstrued as some sort of payoff but Duo seemed to understand his need to provide and graciously allowed the indulgence. “There’s a dive charter going out to the northwest reef this afternoon,” Duo commented. “If you’d like you could come along.” A huge grin spread over Hiiro’s lips but then wilted into a pout. “Wufei wanted me to go to his meeting,” he recalled. Duo looked uncertain and Hiiro felt awful seeing the disappointment in his eyes. “What time?” “Three o’clock,” Duo brightened. It’d be close. “I’ll be there.” The smile he received nearly blocked out the sun, shattering the veil of reality and suddenly all Hiiro could see was a bright future standing right by Duo’s side. They finished up and left the diner hand in hand. It was like being caught up in a wonderful tide and Hiiro happily let the current take him where it would but he came crashing back down when Duo suddenly turned them onto the sandy, sparsely weeded walk of a small, run down beach shack some distance down the coast from the hotel. “Where are we?” Hiiro asked, ducking to avoid the broken bamboo blind that had once served as a door. It had been replaced by a much more secure wooden plank complete with door knob which Duo opened as he led him inside and declared, “My place.” Hiiro stumbled in more ways than one, then looked around in wide eyed wonder. It was one room save for the small bathroom that jutted off the far end. The windows were hung with old bed sheets that had been nailed to the walls and pulled back with clothes pins to let the sunshine in. A couch that looked as if it had been junked in 1965 sat on three legs beneath the long window to his right, a small table as weathered as any driftwood on the beach held a laptop to his left. Beside it was a large bookcase filled with volumes whose titles blew the doors off what little purchase Hiiro still held over his senses. Inverse Methods in Physical Oceanography, Isotopes and Climates, An Introduction to Fluid Dynamics, the list went on and on. “Make yourself at home,” Duo told him, moving into the little bathroom. At home? He could die here and be happy as a clam. The shack was everything he’d ever dreamed and a multitude of things he’d never thought of. Duo’s experiments lined the shelves of a second bookcase where Hiiro found a small picture of the boy he’d seen with Hilde. Oddly, the image of the child top end down in a sandy hole somewhere, his pug face laughing merrily, brought only joy to Hiiro’s heart. He was such a cute kid; he could see Duo all over him. Chuckling softly at the silly image the child presented, he noted the sound of the shower and absently imagined Duo stepping beneath the spray. He recognized the sergeant major fish in a jar beside the picture and moved on to wonder about the presence of a tattered old bible tucked amid the treasures of Duo’s life. The place was amazing in its simplistic perfection. Here was the epitome of his hopes and dreams, a place emblazoned with the need to know yet utterly devoid of sociological ties. The scent of hot steam and soap rolled into the little room as Duo’s bathroom appeared to have no door, reminding the Japanese boy that his sensuous lover was currently naked and covered in suds. Interest piqued, he crept into the other room to find Duo wet, soapy and in full view as he didn’t have a shower curtain either. “Damn,” he breathed, resisting the urge to help himself to some of that. Duo leaned his head back out of the spray and Hiiro’s groin tightened considerably when his lips slowly curled. “You coming?” the braided boy smiled, sliding one hand slowly down his chest, his fingers raking over a dusky nub that stood eagerly proud on his smooth chest as a thick trail of suds meandered down the tanned, sublime length of his body. “Or would you rather watch?” Duo asked, moving his long fingers toward his hardening interest. Hiiro swallowed hard as his body reacted with gusto. He liked what he was seeing, liked it very much as Duo’s hand slowly cupped his cock and balls, but the need to touch him outweighed any voyeuristic fantasy so he pulled his shirt off, dropped his pants and stepped into the shower, taking Duo’s willing body and hungry mouth as one. It was happening again just like the first time. Duo laid back against the cracked, tile wall opening himself fully to Hiiro’s demands. The Japanese boy was well under weigh to sanctioning the union when a stray thought prickled in his mind. “What?” Duo breathed, clearly unhappy with his lover’s reluctance to continue. “You’re incredible,” Hiiro assured him, kissed him again before letting his leg down. Duo looked at him uncertainly, his body thrumming with the excitement of having been so deliciously prepared but his eyes fearful and unsure. “I’ve never met anyone as… receptive as you,” Hiiro confessed. “Is that bad?” Duo chuckled uncomfortably. “Hell, no.” Anything but. “It’s just… I hate to assume… is this really what you want?” The doubt washed from Duo’s eyes to be replaced by a saucy smile. “Can’t you tell?” he asked, hooking his leg in Hiiro’s elbow again. Hiiro growled and ran his groping hand down the curve of his ass, pulling him closer so that his cock glided teasingly over Duo’s entry. “I’m not adverse to switching places,” Hiiro groaned, placing his other hand in the small of Duo’s back to guide his hips forward. “Later,” Duo hissed, arching back as he presented himself. “Maybe later,” he groaned, sinking his fingers into the Japanese boy’s biceps as his body was slowly impaled. Hiiro couldn’t stop as the braided boy’s luscious demands robbed him of his good sense and he quickly set a vigorous pace in his need to satiate them both. “H…harder!” Duo cried, straining for that little bit more and Hiiro completely lost it. “You can’t be real!” he growled, kissing his lover hard as he slammed into him, his hand straying from Duo’s back to the showerhead for better control but Duo proved him wrong over and over. Again and again he cried out for more, drawing such passion from Hiiro’s heart he was certain it would burst and felt very much as if he had reached the apex of existence when his body finally surrendered. Duo screamed, his hands flailing in his incoherency as he shook in Hiiro’s trembling embrace, knocking the shampoo and soap from the little windowsill as the shower head groaned and surrendered to Hiiro’s steely grip. They hung from the tattered thread of sanity that remained, trying to catch their breath, each unable to take that first step back into reality until Hiiro saw something suspiciously reddish brown swirl down the drain. “Shit!” he gasped, jerking away. “Did I hurt you?” Damn it! “I… don’t think so,” Duo replied, still dazed and confused. “Let me see,” Hiiro insisted, trying to turn him around but Duo only laughed and lay against the wall in a boneless heap. “Duo…” “I’m fine,” the braided boy chuckled. “Damn it,” Hiiro groaned, seeing more of the reddish color swirling down the drain. “I’m sorry… but you wanted it so bad and…” “You didn’t hurt me,” Duo smiled, leaning forward to kiss him softly as his hand slipped down into Hiiro’s but the Japanese boy was beside himself until Duo lifted his hand and showed him the small cut on the heel of his palm. Hiiro’s eyes opened wide with realization, the relief of knowing the blood hadn’t been Duo’s clear to see until he turned to see the bent and broken shower head. “Sorry,” he chuckled, loving the affection in Duo’s smile as he leaned in and kissed him again. Duo insisted on properly cleaning and dressing the cut before they turned their attention toward the remainder of the day. “I meant what I said,” he commented as they dressed. “You’ll have to refresh my memory,” Duo chuckled. “I was probably out to lunch when you said it.” Hiiro laughed, leaning over to where Duo was tying his shoes to steal a small kiss. “I’m ok with switching roles,” he reiterated. “I thought you were happy with how things are,” Duo replied, reaching for his shirt. “That’s an understatement,” Hiiro snorted. “But I don’t want you to think I expect it.” Duo smiled, claiming another kiss before he replied, “I’ll keep it in mind but we need to go if you’re going to hook up with your friend.” Shit, Wufei. He’d almost forgotten. Given a clear objective, they quickly finished dressing and Hiiro waited while Duo dug a small tank and dive mask out from under the couch. It was simply amazing how this place just kept coughing up more treasures. Duo had just hitched the tank over his shoulder when the door suddenly opened and a small boy ran into the room. “Solo!?” Duo gasped, glancing with nervous trepidation at Hiiro’s stunned face as the child flung himself on the braided boy and hugged his neck. Hiiro turned at the sound of a soft gasp to find Hilde standing in the doorway. “What’re you guys doing here this time of day?” Duo asked, standing and placing himself strategically between Hiiro and the girl. “I…I’m sorry,” Hilde offered, apparently as shocked as Hiiro. “He wanted his squishy ball so…” Her words trailed off when Duo suddenly turned and dug around the shack until he found a small ball with long tentacles that the child in his arms latched onto as he continually repeated something that sounded suspiciously like ‘squishy, squishy, squishy.” “There ya go,” Duo smiled, avoiding looking at Hiiro altogether as he ushered the girl outside. Hiiro followed at a respectable distance, closing the door behind them and waiting by the door. “You still working late tonight?” Duo was saying as he led her to a modest, compact car by the curb. “Yes,” she replied, looking back at Hiiro. “Are you going to be home?” “Of course,” Duo assured, helping her into the car before going around and opening the passenger side. Hiiro shifted just enough to watch as he strapped the child into his car seat. “I’ll be by to get him around six,” he reminded her, kissing the boy on the forehead before closing the door. Hiiro watched in silence while the car drove away, letting Duo take the time he needed to stand by the curb and collect himself. Part of him hoped Duo would come clean and confess his relationship and child but he held little hope of that when Duo turned and flashed a brilliant, hopelessly insincere smile. “Ready?” ** “Why do you look like this is your hanging instead of mine?” Wufei grumbled, fussing with is little, black bow tie. Hiiro snorted in amusement at the comment. “You look fine,” he told his friend for the hundredth time. “Relax.” “Do I smell?” “What?” Hiiro laughed in astonishment. “Meli doused me in cherry flavored body oil,” the Chinese boy grumbled while sniffing his forearm. Hiiro shook his head, going so far as to lean over and sniff his shoulder before informing him, “You smell fine.” It was no wonder Wufei was nervous about this meeting since Treize Khushrenada was not only a super successful attorney, but someone Wufei’s father respected and admired. How he was received by this man would no doubt have a lasting impression on the Chinese boy’s life, hence the suits and rented limo. Hiiro had felt a tad ridiculous when leaving the hotel, but pulling into the tall, iron gates of the Khushrenada estate changed his mind. This was obviously a man of wealth and power and he suddenly understood his friend’s need to have an ally by his side. Trowa had also offered to come but one look into his doe eyed expression had Wufei pointing him at the nearest exit. The driver seemed familiar with the grounds, pulling up in front of the half round stair that led to the tall, double door entry. The walk was lined with red rose bushes, an uncommon sight on the island, and marble statuary depicting dancing angels in the arms of hideous demons. As they walked it became clear that these strange sculptures told a tale and by the time they reached the stairs Hiiro understood that it was the demons who were mercilessly enslaved. “His Excellency is expecting you.” Wufei looked for all the world as if the grand mansion with its enormous chandelier and high, arched halls meant nothing to him as he strode proudly into the foyer with Hiiro in tow. “The master will be with you momentarily,” the butler informed them, offering a shallow bow which was all Hiiro figured he could manage in the tux he was wearing. “Nice place,” the Japanese boy commented, walking over to inhale the sweet scent of a red rose that jutted from an arrangement of no less than three dozen and adorned the top of a marble pedestal along the wall. “It was my father’s,” came a voice of spun silk, causing them both to turn and look up the sweeping staircase to their left. Hiiro swallowed silently as he watched a tall, ginger haired man gracefully descending, his posture that of a nobleman and his eyes as sharp and deadly as a lion on the prowl. “Welcome,” the man offered, stopping at the bottom stair, his form falling into a pose that would have looked ridiculous on a lesser man. “I trust you’ve been enjoying your stay?” “Y…yes, thank you,” Wufei replied, having to clear the squeak out of his voice. The man smiled a little too brightly and Hiiro’s built in gaydar picked up a tiny blip when his eyes flicked down Wufei’s form. This could get interesting. Pleasantries were exchanged, introductions made and they were invited into the garden that sprawled behind the main house for lunch which consisted of a gourmet menu the likes of which Hiiro had never seen. Wufei hardly batted an eye during the extravagant affair, seemingly at ease as he maintained an intelligent conversation with their host. Hiiro was impressed but hadn’t really expected anything less. Wufei had been raised in this sort of ambiance, trained and conditioned to a gentlemen’s life but looking around at the immaculate grounds and lavish housing, Hiiro wondered if he would be happy in this world. “How did you and Chang senior meet?” Hiiro interjected at an opportune time. Treize paused to consider him a moment before answering. “We attended college together.” “Stanford?” Hiiro persisted, ignoring Wufei’s curious gaze. “Yale.” “You’re father didn’t approve of your ambition to attend Steinhart,” Hiiro recalled, turning his attention to his simmering Chinese friend. Wufei flashed him a dark look but recovered quickly. “I would prefer to make a name for myself rather than stand on those of my forefathers,” he explained. Treize smiled approvingly. “An admirable trait. I wonder, what are your plans after graduation?” “The wedding will be in July, right?” Hiiro asked, hoping his instincts were correct or he might just be causing trouble for his Chinese friend. “Wedding?” Treize prompted and Hiiro smiled behind his cup when his gaydar blipped again. “An arrangement of Father’s,” Wufei explained. “She is a worthy bride. Her family has been in long, good standing in Hong Kong for many years.” “I see,” Treize nodded. Hiiro was sure of his interest because of the shadow playing in his eyes but how he could use that to Wufei’s advantage was a difficult matter. “It’s so beautiful here,” he commented, looking around the lavish garden. “You must love living in the islands.” “Yes,” the man nodded distractedly. “I think I’ll enjoy it,” Hiiro went on. “Is it this nice in the winter season?” “Are you planning to work on Lanai after graduation?” Treize inquired, glancing at Wufei with new interest. “I believe Dr. Willmont of the Colonial Oceanographic Institute will be offering me a position,” Hiiro explained. “Gracie is a brilliant woman,” Treize smiled. “You’re fortunate.” “I agree,” Hiiro returned, shifting his gaze none to subtly toward Wufei. A light went on in Treize’s blue eyes and his entire posture suddenly shifted. “Perhaps I should take a leaf out of her book and secure my next star attorney as well,” he smiled, sipping his wine as Wufei’s eyes widened with comprehension. “You don’t mean me?” the Chinese boy gasped softly. “And why not?” the man smiled smugly. “You’re top in your class and are preceded by exemplary recommendations.” “My father would have a stroke!” Wufei gasped, quickly composing himself. “Forgive me, but it’s out of the question. I have already accepted a position with my father’s firm.” “And the hand of a woman you don’t love,” Hiiro tossed in. “That is none of your concern,” Wufei snipped, losing his patience with Hiiro’s meddling. “How very barbaric,” Treize observed, calling Wufei’s attention back to him. “I shall have to have a long talk with my old chum.” “That won’t be necessary,” Wufei stated firmly, rising from his seat. “Thank you for lunch,” he said, flashing a dangerous glare at Hiiro when he started to speak. “I’m afraid we must be going.” “Wufei,” Treize called before they disappeared around the corner of the house, his eyes dancing with secret plans as he said, “My offer stands firm. Think about it.” The moment they were out of sight Wufei smacked Hiiro hard in the back of the head. “What in the hell were you trying to do!?” he growled, quickening his steps while Hiiro laughed and rubbed his head. “Keep you from digging your own grave,” the Japanese boy replied. “You have no idea what sort of fire you’re playing with,” Wufei groaned, stopping a moment to rub at his eyes. “When my father hears about this…” “Maybe he’ll realize how miserable he’s making you and wise up,” Hiiro cut in. Wufei glared over his knuckles for a second then dropped his arms to his side and swore softly. “Hey,” Hiiro consoled. “It’ll work out one way or another, right? I just can’t stand to see you stuffed in a cage and hand fed like some damn parakeet.” Gratitude washed through Wufei’s eyes but it was tempered by his anger and frustration. “I know,” he sighed. “Come on,” he said, draping an arm over his friend’s shoulder. “I’ve got a date with Misty in about an hour that’s going to help me pretend this whole thing never happened.”
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