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"White Wing"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: R Warnings: AU, romance, slight angst, sap, and
even the plot bunnies are still sighing over the fluff lol Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x13, Rx1 (unrequited)
Summary: A studious Limo driver’s well laid life plan takes a chaotic turn when a multitude of new doors open when he meets a beautiful young man. Also I know squat about quantum physics and everything technical in this story is purely make believe so if it sounds stupid... uh... that's why! *grin* "White Wing"
Ch 4 “Lets go again!” “Duo!” Quatre laughed happily retrieving his hand before he was pulled off toward the roller coaster entrance again. “Come on!” “You go!” the blond boy laughed. “My center cortex needs to stabilize!” “Hiiro?” “Sorry,” he replied. “I shouldn’t have had that lost foot long.” “Your loss!” Duo laughed running to catch the last seat. Hiiro watched him go wishing fervently that he hadn’t been trying to show off when he downed three foot longs in a row. He just wanted so badly for Duo to like him at least as a friend if nothing else. He wasn’t so sure about the possibility of anything more himself but he knew solidly in his heart that he never wanted to be without Duo’s company and couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his gut as his words reverberated in his mind. ”…shit that brick out of your ass…ass…ass…” “He didn’t mean it you know?” Hiiro turned mildly started by Quatre’s comment then laughed ironically at what he’d said. “He means everything he says,” he replied taking a seat on the bench beside his new friend. “Yes,” Quatre sighed popping an M&M into his mouth. “But he is sometimes incredibly bad at conveying his meaning.” “He’s just honest,” Hiiro reasoned turning his gaze upward when a whooping cry sounded over head. Duo sped by hanging upside down in the seat and making a god awful racket as he waved his hands frantically at the two of them and Hiiro felt the irrepressible curling of his lips until Quatre softly inquired… “You really like him… don’t you?” There was no stopping the blush that crept onto his face but he shrugged it off and simply replied. “Who wouldn’t?” “Hiiro,” Quatre began but before he could say anything more a ball bounced into his lap spilling his candy and rebounding off the trash can. “Sorry!” a young boy hastily shouted chasing after the wayward toy and Quatre sighed patiently before bending to clean up the mess. However, while chasing after a distant green chocolate he suddenly came nose to toe with a bright red shoe. The shoe was attached to a slender ankle but the leg above was lean and strong, thick at the thigh and mirrored in every savory aspect by its neighboring twin. His throat went as dry as the desert as his wondering eyes shyly took in the amble presence hidden tactfully within tight green pants, the waist above tapering into the wide, strong chest of a practiced performer. A chest so sculptured and tone in its near nakedness it took his breath away but he felt his heart stop completely when he gazed into crystalline, emerald eyes. “Are you all right?” the young god asked bending slightly at the waist to offer his hand. “I…what?” Quatre stammered unable to catch his breath. “You’re not hurt?” he was asked as he was drawn lightly to his feet. “Oh…um…no.” “I’m sorry about what happened.” “It wasn’t your fault,” Quatre laughed nervously feeling the heat of the other boys hand as he had yet to release him. “Davy is sometimes a bit too rambunctious,” the taller boy smiled gently. “You’re brother?” Quatre inquired. “The son of one of my co-workers,” he explained. “It’s all right…” “No,” the taller boy cut him off smiling as he moved a bit closer. “Please… let me make it up to you?” Quatre flinched when two tickets suddenly appeared before his eyes. “Come see the show. I’ll perform something just for you.” “Th…thank you,” Quatre breathed absently palming the gift. “Bring your friend if you like,” he smiled slowly backing away. “Wait!” Quatre called after him. “What’s your name?” “Trowa,” he replied. “I’m Quatre,” the blond boy beamed. “Pleased to meet you.” Trowa smiled as he let his eyes slowly slide down his body and smartly replied. “I believe the pleasure is mine.” It was near impossible for Quatre to say anything more as he watched the young man walk away and fairly vibrated where he stood. “Hey, man!” Duo called looking rather shaken as he jogged toward them. “You guys have no idea what you’re missing! You should’ve…” “Duo!” Quatre suddenly exclaimed snatching him by the shirt as he rounded on him. “Did you see that!? Oh my God! He was gorgeous!” he enthused and all Duo could do was gape at him. “I’ve never seen anyone so perfect in my whole life! And I think he was coming onto me! Do you think so Hiiro?” Hiiro’s mouth dropped open to agree but he never got to make a sound. “He gave me tickets to his show! Wait, what time is it? Oh no! We’ve only got an hour! I can wear this!” he gasped pinching the mustard stain on his shirt. “I need a new shirt! Where’s the nearest department store!?”“There’s a gift shop…” “That’s right! Come on!” Hiiro hefted himself off the bench laughing softly at the fact that Duo looked more rattled after Quatre had finished with him than he had when he first came off the coaster and clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on,” he grinned. “Looks like we’re going to see the circus.” Duo still wasn’t exactly sure what was going on when they stepped into the big top and headed for the VIP box. All he was certain about was that Quatre had apparently lost some grey matter on one of those hair pin turns and the VIP box was entirely out of his price range. Quatre had merely pished at his lack of funds dropping a platinum card on the counter before rushing off to find their seats. “This guy really that good?” Duo asked tucking a large popcorn, two candy apples and a super sized soda under his arm. “Is Quatre’s taste in men that bad?” Hiiro chuckled balancing the nacho’s, twizlers and a handful of nerd’s ropes he had been charged with. Duo paused to consider it peering into the rings curiously as he touched his tongue to the mound of popcorn and drew what stuck into his mouth. Hiiro gritted his teeth forcing his eyes away from the tasty sight and followed him into the third row, front and center facing the largest of three rings. The circus was a permanent attraction at the amusement park and one of the patron’s favorite things to do. It had gained quite a reputation for drawing elite performers over the years as many of them preferred the benefit of being able to stay put for part of the year. Act’s rotated with the seasons allowing the winter performers to go on the road while the summer set put down roots for awhile making everyone happy in the end. Hiiro was delighted to find that no matter what the season the show was a heart stopper at every turn. Each act seemingly more flamboyant than the next and he was thoroughly enjoying himself until Duo suddenly choked on his popcorn. “Holy geez,” Duo exclaimed wiping his mouth. “Who the hell is that?” “That’s Trowa!” Quatre enthused sitting up to wave excitedly and glowing a bright crimson red when the handsome boy in the ring stopped to smile at him. “No wonder you’re brains fried,” Duo chuckled. “Is he for real?” “He’s gorgeous,” Quatre sighed dreamily. “That’s gotta be glam,” Duo argued squinting his eyes to get a better look. “No ones that freaking buff.” “…for our first demonstration we’ll need a volunteer from the audience... You, sir!” Quatre paled when the spot light hit him dead center and the young woman standing beside Trowa singled him out. “Come down here and give us a hand!” The crowd cheered then laughed when the blond boy ducked behind Hiiro to hide. “Come now,” the woman chuckled. “There’s nothing to worry about. We’re just going to play a little game.” Quatre balked as the crowd roared with laugher when she suddenly produced several knives between the fingers of her right hand. Trowa looked pleadingly to him but all he could manage was to shake his head. “How about you then!” the woman switched gears and Hiiro felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. “Come on, Quat!” Duo hissed. “Don’t blow it!” “Are you crazy?!” the blond gasped glancing at the ring like a frightened deer. “Are you really gonna let all those peck’s and ab’s get away?!” Hiiro’s chest tightened as anger boiled in his blood and he was suddenly on his feet. “Hiiro!?” Duo gasped. “What’s he going to do?” Quatre exclaimed watching as their friend marched into the ring. “Well, done!” the woman praised while the crowd shouted their approval. “Don’t worry,” she said away from the mic. “Just do what we say and everything will be fine.” Hiiro nodded then stood aside while she did her thing pumping the audience up for what was to come. Trowa headed to the far side of the ring where a large wooden disk emblazoned with a red cross and scared by the blades of many knives stood and placed himself before it, arms to the side and eyes trained directly on Quatre. The first throw was a simple series of thrills that ended with a multi blade toss embedding knives in the board at Trowa’s head, waist and hips but he never moved a muscle nor blinked his steady gaze and Hiiro was a little worried that Quatre might pass out at any moment. “Ok,” the woman smiled handing him a black length of clothe. “Here’s where you come in. Tie this around my eyes when I give the signal. Stand here,” she told him placing him precisely behind her so that she was directly between he and Trowa. “When I raise the knife, just shout HUH! That’ll tell me I’m still in position ok?” Hiiro nodded understanding the exercise and glanced at Duo. The fact that he had abandoned his snacks to watch intently made him unreasonably happy but he was beyond the desire to push his arrogance aside and puffed up instead while the woman did her next spiel. When the time came he did his job admirably helping to ensure Trowa’s good health but he seemed wholly disinterested with the deadly weapons being flung at him and kept his gaze steadily on the blushing blond in the stands. “Hey,” the woman smiled after taking her bow. “You’re not bad. What’s your name?” “Hiiro.” “Ever considered a job with the circus?” she grinned. Hiiro took one look at the wide chest and muscular arms of the tall boy walking toward them and hastily pulled his shirt over his head. “Show me,” he commanded the shocked girl and glancing with smug satisfaction to where Duo’s jaw was laying in his lap. He stopped to smirk at Trowa who offered him the same as their rippling bodies passed by one another and Hiiro placed himself where Trowa had been on the cross. He could see Duo clearly from where he stood and relished the stupefied expression on his face never once looking away while blade after blade thudded in the wood beside him. When the knives stopped coming he was rewarded when Duo and Quatre sprang from their seats and cheered louder than anyone else. “You’re damn near as good as Trowa!” the woman laughed excitedly when he returned for his shirt. “When do you get off?” Hiiro asked the taller boy. Trowa eyed him cautiously but answered, “This is the last show for today. Why?” “Because I believe Quatre might wither and die before I can get him home if you don’t join us for dinner,” Hiiro smirked pulling his shirt on. Trowa’s grin widened considerably as he turned his emerald gaze on the smiling blond and replied, “Can’t let that happen.” “Meet us out front?” “Give me twenty minutes,” Trowa smiled already heading for backstage. ** “Christ, Quat, calm down,” Duo grumbled forcing his friends twisting hands to his side. “Do I look all right?” the blond asked smoothing his ten dollar gift shop button down. Hiiro had an awkward moment of recalling how many times he’d changed clothes on the day of their first luncheon together and glanced guiltily at Duo who was rolling his eyes at their twitterpated companion. “Get a grip,” the longhaired boy advised. “You don’t even know this guy. He could be after your dough ya know?” Quatre’s face paled while Hiiro’s brow knit crossly. “Or not,” he reasoned easing the catastrophic expression but before he could level a disapproving glare on Duo he was taken aback by the look of relieved gratitude in his eyes. “Trowa!” Hiiro and Duo smiled at each other seeing how brightly their friend glowed when their guest appeared and faded back to let them talk together as they made their way into the parking lot. “Thanks,” Duo smiled softly in the fading light of the sun. “I didn’t mean to be so hard on him, ya know?” Hiiro cocked a half grin and replied, “I know.” “He’s just… I’ve never seen him like this before,” he laughed watching Quatre blush and shy like a twelve year old. “He seems like a friendly sort,” Hiiro reasoned considering the tall performer. “I just hate to see Quat get suckered in by a bitching bod and a pair of incredible green eyes,” Duo sighed completely missing the sudden tension in Hiiro’s shoulders. “It wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to romance Quat because of his money.” “I doubt Trowa even knows who he is,” Hiiro chuckled. Duo nodded as they turned into the next section of parking on the long trek to their car and Hiiro felt the little hairs on his arms bristle in the strange silence that fell between them. “You uh… work out huh?” Duo finally inquired. Hiiro had to clench his teeth together to keep from grinning as he replied, “Healthy body, healthy mind.” “Anywhere in particular?” “There’s a men’s gym near my office,” Hiiro explained. It was a small place set up more for the neighborhood kids to practice boxing and sports than the usual trendy club but Hiiro liked it better in many ways and had the sudden urge to share is little treasure with his new friend. “Would you like to join me sometime?” “If it’ll make me look anything like you I’ll be there every day,” Duo chuckled. Hiiro did a mental check of the parts of him he had seen and wondered if Duo had any idea how well riding his bike all over creation had kept him in shape. Dinner was spent in pleasant company in spite of the doe eyed couple accompanying them. Duo couldn’t stop grinning at the way Trowa so openly lavished Quatre with hopeful affection and how easily his friend slipped into the roll of his closest companion. “How long have you been driving?” Trowa asked absently as he smiled at the last thing Quatre had said making Hiiro’s cheeks pink when he realized he’d been starting at them. “Two years,” he replied flashing Duo a sardonic look when he laughed. “A respectable position for someone so young,” Trowa commented. “If you think your boss would let you take a break Cathy was serious about taking you on.” “The limo is mine,” Hiiro explained preening when Trowa raised an impressed brow. “Hiiro’s ten years ahead of the rest of the world,” Duo grinned bringing a flash of pride to the Japanese boy’s eyes. “I see,” Trowa smiled but he was looking at Quatre while he did it. “Cathy will be disappointed,” he smirked shifting his one visible emerald eye back to Hiiro. “I think she was interested in adding you to more than the act.” Hiiro paled flicking his gaze to Duo but wasn’t sure if he’d seen the shadow in his eyes before the braided boy suddenly grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. “Looks like those early morning workouts paid off Stud Boy!” he enthused. “She was a real looker, talented and dangerous. What more could a guy want?” Hiiro could think of a great many things and not one of them had anything to do with breasts. “A flattering notion,” he chuckled. “But I’m afraid my interest lies elsewhere.” Duo’s face fell at the implication that he was interested in someone else making it impossible for Hiiro to keep his lips from curling secretively. “You’re… seeing someone?” the braided boy asked cautiously as he withdrew. “Not yet,” Hiiro explained. “Oh,” Duo replied distantly. Hiiro felt bad for having been the cause of the sadness in his eyes but Quatre’s small gasp distracted him signally the end of their double date as is were as Trowa kissed him gently on the cheek. Hiiro and Duo made a hasty retreat accepting Quatre’s promise that he would call a car to come pick him up and left the two love birds to their mating games. Hiiro headed for the passenger door more out of habit than necessity but he stopped short when Duo went straight for the shot gun position. “Do you mind?” “Not at all,” Hiiro smiled unlocking, opening and closing the door for him before fairly dancing around the car to slide behind the wheel. Duo was quiet for a time while he got them on the road and pointed in the right direction but once again Duo deviated from the set course. “Do we have to go straight home?” “You have something else in mind?” Hiiro smiled checking the gas tank. “Wanna cruise the beach?” Now there was a stellar idea, the beach on a moonlit night, the cool breeze with miles of uninhabited road as far as the eye could see and Duo in the seat beside him. “Sure.” Something felt odd but he wasn’t comfortable just coming right out and asking if anything was wrong so he struck up a conversation centered around their work that lasted well past their arrival at the coast. It was a beautiful night and late enough for most people looking for a romantic getaway to have headed home already and Hiiro opened the sunroof to let in the sea breeze. “Smells so nice,” Duo smiled laying his head back to breathe deeply of the salty air. The starlight shimmering on his hair and eye lashes almost caused Hiiro to run off the shoulder when he couldn’t tear his eyes away but his throat closed instantly when Duo softly inquired… “Wanna park?” Well, this was an interesting turn of events. His mind raced along playing with idea’s like what if Duo was trying to seduce him? What would he do? What could he do? He had no idea what to do when it come to that sort of thing! He pulled off the road into a parking lot that paralleled the water with sweaty hands and a heart that seemed to want to scurry away into the bushes but felt like a damn fool when Duo merely kicked back and stared out over the water. “The water’s so pretty at night,” Duo commented. “We never get to see things like this at the home.” “How long have you lived there?” Hiiro asked grimacing when he realized how badly that question could backfire but Duo only laughed at his discomfort. “Since I was twelve,” he replied. Emboldened by the reaction Hiiro pressed on. “Is it hard to get older kids adopted?” Duo smiled at the careful thought behind the question and shrugged. “I was up for it twice,” he confessed. “But I drove the first couple nuts in the first two weeks.” Hiiro would have been sad if Duo didn’t look so amused by it but then the smile faded and he confessed, “The second time the couple turned out to be freaks looking for a new toy so it didn’t work out.” “What?” Hiiro gasped instantly enraged. “You mean they…?” “They tried,” Duo grinned demonically and Hiiro decided maybe he’d leave those questions for another time. The silence that fell was not entirely comfortable but neither seemed to mind. The mood shifted again however, when Duo casually commented. “Sorry about last night.” “You remember?” Hiiro balked feeling excited and terrified at the same time. “Vividly,” Duo sighed closing his eyes. “I would have apologized before if I’d have known you were already into someone.” “No… Duo…” “Hey,” the braided boy cut him off sitting up a little straighter. “It’s ok. It’s not like I go around kissing guys on impulse though,” he explained. “I was drunk and…” “Is that all?” Hiiro snipped not liking where this was going one bit. Duo stopped clearly confused but then pressed on uncertainly. “Yeah, I guess. I mean you’ve already got a girl right? Hell, I don’t even know if you’re into guys. It’s not something I usually just come right out and ask.” “Then you are?” Hiiro asked feeling a quivering in his spine that was making his arms ache. “Are what” Duo countered warily. “Into guys.” “Does it matter?” Duo asked cautiously and Hiiro suddenly understood the fear in his eyes. “Duo?” “What?” “May I kiss you?” “W…what?” Hiiro smiled at the confounded expression he presented taking advantage of his momentary confusion to lean forward and place a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. When he pulled away Duo was pale around the edges and bright red in the middle and he swore he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. “I don’t have a girl,” Hiiro confessed. “You mean me?” Duo rasped through a dry throat. “I mean… I’m the one you meant?” “You’re all I’ve been able to think about since the first day you climbed into this car,” Hiiro smiled. “Seriously?” Duo giggled so Hiiro kissed him again but this time he put everything his heart was feeling into it and by the time he let up Duo was a mass of quivering flesh. “K,” Duo panted. “You’re serious.” “I have no idea what the hell I’m doing,” Hiiro laughed breathlessly. “Sorry already?” Duo quipped but Hiiro heard the underlying fear loud and clear. “Sorry I can’t sweep you off your feet and carry you away,” Hiiro smiled reaching to cup his face. A small thrill coursed through him when Duo leaned into the touch and lazily closed his eyes. “Is it because I’m a guy?” he sighed softly. Hiiro swallowed hard and resisted the urge to dive in head first as the reality of the answer flowed from his lips. “Maybe a little,” he confessed. “I’ve never felt like this for anyone before. I’m just not sure what to do next.” “You could kiss me again,” Duo smiled as his eyes fluttered open and Hiiro was taken with the desire to see the image time and time again for as long as humanly possible as he granted his requested and brought their mouths together. Duo melted in his arms so deliciously, his body sliding down in the seat so willingly as the heat between them bubbled and stewed until he began craving more than the smoldering kiss. His hands drew hungry fingertips along the fabric of his shirt gripping the taunt muscles beneath as he snaked his arm around and down and suddenly came up gasping for air when the reality of where this was heading slapped him hard in the face. “Hiiro?” Duo graveled gazing up wantonly from beneath him. Gods he wanted him, wanted so badly the tendons in his thighs ached but he seriously had no idea what to do next. Duo wasn’t a girl; there were no rules for this sort of thing leaving him feeling wholly inadequate and desperately lame. “I should take you home,” he breathed leaning back into his own seat. Duo blinked in confusion and Hiiro kicked himself for having put the shadow in his eyes but there seemed no other recourse until he figured out how to proceed. “You’re still coming in the morning?” he asked hopefully and Duo brightened a little but asked... “Sure you want me to?” “I don’t know,” Hiiro teased trying to comb his unruly hair back. “With you around I might not be able to keep my mind on the work out at all.” Duo snickered blushing properly then smacked him. “Take me home before I force you into something you’re not ready for,” he chuckled. Hiiro smiled brightly and started the car. He got it and that was all that mattered and suddenly the world began to shimmer like a new penny in the noon day sun. ~ * ~ tbc... |
