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"Out of Order"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: Angst, sap, mild lemon, threesome sex Pairings: 1x2x5 Summary: An up and coming band gets a lesson in synchronization that goes far deeper than the music. "Out of Order"
“Duo?” “Yea?” “You have a visitor.” “What’s your cut?” Duo laughed wiping the residual sweat off his face before plopping down in the cushioned, swivel chair before his make up counter. “Maybe she gave him a little so he’d let her in,” Wufei grinned stowing his guitar in the corner of the small dressing room. “Sorry, man,” the longhaired vocalist chuckled. “I don’t do sloppy seconds.” “Guy says he knows Quatre.” “Yeah?” Duo raised a brow. “Besides, he’s totally hot,” Buck, the bands head roady smiled before disappearing behind the door. “We need new stage hands,” Duo teased as a knock sounded on the door. “Come on in,” he sighed searching for a pen. “Hello, Mr. Maxwe…” “Whoa!” Duo laughed pausing for a moment when Buck’s words reverberated in his head as he turned to look at his visitor. Hot was putting it mildly. “Um… It’s Duo. Just Duo.” “Duo,” the guy smiled. “Forgive me for intruding,” he said offering Wufei a respectful bow of his head as he spoke. “But Quatre suggested I stop by.” “How do you know Mr. Money bags?” Duo grinned kicking his chair back on two legs as he used his teeth to pull off his fingerless gloves. “We attended the same college.” “You have us at a disadvantage,” Wufei interjected. “My apologies,” the guy offered. “My name is Hiiro Yui. Quatre and I studied music theory together so he suggested I come and meet with you.” “He didn’t mention it to us,” Duo grumbled. “Are you looking for a job?” Wufei asked. “If so I’m afraid you’ve wasted your time.” Duo let his chair fall back onto all four legs as he spoke and dug around in a backpack by his feet. “We’re not looking for new members.” “Considering what I heard tonight I’d be surprised if anyone offered to join,” Hiiro replied completely unaffected by the dark glare the comment earned from Duo’s amethyst eyes. “What did you hear?” Wufei asked preempting the tantrum Duo was on the verge of. “Well, the strings were out of synch for one,” Hiiro began. “That’s not uncommon for a live performance,” Duo groused taking a long swig from the bottle of water he had finally dug out of his bag. “No,” Hiiro nodded. “Not if you don’t mind your patrons going home with a mediocre opinion of you.” “Mediocre!?” Duo growled. “Did you hear that crowd? They were screaming so loud I could feel it in my chest! They loved us, man!” “I believe that was due more to your stage performance than the quality of the music,” Hiiro countered and Duo sort of flapped his jaw as if he wasn’t sure whether to thank him or stick his tongue out at him. “The number two equalizer is twitchy,” Wufei sighed. “I keep telling Quatre we need to replace it.” “It’s fine,” Duo argued. “I fixed it before the show.” “Again,” Wufei added. “New equipment would help but it won’t solve all your problems,” Hiiro reasoned. “That’s why Quatre asked me to come by.” “How can you help?” Wufei asked. “I’ve made time for you next week,” Hiiro told them. “The address is on the card,” he said handing said card to Duo. “I’ll work on the arrangement and synch problems so you can hear it the way it should sound.” “We play it just fine!” Duo snipped flipping the card over and frowning at the hand written phone number on the back. “My cell,” Hiiro smiled. “Just stop by and have a listen. If you don’t like my work you can always burn the card.” “Gimmie that!” Wufei snipped trying to snatch the card away from Duo as the door closed. “No way!” Duo growled flailing about in an attempt to retain the treasure. “You hated him. Gimmie!” Wufei laughed as they wrestled. “He pissed me off!” “Yeah! So give it!” “No way! He was so hot!” Thud! “Damn it,” Duo panted lying in a heap on the floor with Wufei sprawled in a tangle between his legs but the card remained safely clasped in his hand. “He really wasn’t your type,” Wufei breathed. “Oh, no,” Duo rolled his eyes. “Hot Asian guys are so totally not what turns me on,” he grinned lifting his hips to press against Wufei’s. “That… is a dangerous pastime,” Wufei grinned returning the gesture. “To whom?” Duo smiled and the card in question was forgotten for a time as Wufei kissed him and the pair reaffirmed the deep bonds that had carried them thus far in their lives. ** “This is it?” “It’s the address on the card,” Wufei replied checking it again. “It’s a sushi house.” “Maybe the studio is somewhere else.” “May I help you?” a man greeted them at the door. “Yeah. Do you know Hiiro?” Duo asked clearly unconvinced that anyone there would have heard of him. “Ah,” the man smiled. “You are `Out of Control`,” he said bowing his dark head. “Yes,” Wufei returned the gesture earning a comical grin from Duo he chose to ignore. “We are honored that you have heard of us.” “Oh, I know you,” the man grinned waving them to follow. “I like your song very much.” “You listen to our music?” Duo questioned skeptically. “Yes, yes,” the man replied enthusiastically launching into a very bad rendition of one of their slower ballads. “Thank you, Rinku,” Hiiro’s tone rose above the din and Duo’s mouth dropped open when he turned to find the Japanese boy standing on the stairs in nothing but a pair of white shorts. “I believe these gentleman are here to see me.” “Gimmie the card back,” Duo whispered to Wufei. “No way in hell,” the Chinese boy grinned hooking his thumb in his pocket to protect the treasure from Duo’s sticky fingers. “Welcome,” Hiiro smiled. “I thought you said you had a studio,” Duo questioned glancing back at the patrons having lunch. “It’s upstairs,” Hiiro replied. “Come on up. I’m sorry I’m not dressed…” “I’m not,” Duo whispered watching his ass as he walked up the stairs in front of him. “…but I wasn’t expecting you for another hour,” Hiiro went on. “Wow,” Wufei exclaimed entering the top floor, which was occupied, from wall to wall with audio equipment including several of the nicest guitars he had ever set eyes on. “This is great.” “Help yourself,” Hiiro smiled tugging a shirt off the back of a chair to put on. “You mean it?” Wufei grinned choosing a bright red Fender from a stand nearby. “Sure. I’ve been working on the arrangement but most of the lead guitar was left as is. You can play it if you like,” he offered seeing the Chinese boy’s fingers twitching over the strings. “Won’t it bother your customers?” Wufei inquired. “This room is sound proof,” Hiiro informed him offering Duo the chair while he picked up a sleek, black twelve-string and leaned on a stool. Neither Wufei nor Duo could quiet believe it when he started to play but it wasn’t long before Wufei caught on and joined in to play the song Hiiro had been working on for them. Duo soon got into the mood as well, his delight to find that Hiiro was as proficient with the instrument as he was good looking glowing in his voice as he began to sing the lyrics. Some of the changes had been altered but it was easy enough to follow and by the time they had reached the end of the song they had found their feet and were dancing around the room. “That was awesome!” Duo crowed laughing heartily. “You did that in three days?” Wufei joined in. “I’ve added some keyboard and drums as well,” Hiiro smiled going to the soundboard so they could hear the mix he had been working on. “Oh woooow,” Duo cooed diving for a set of headphones. “Listen to that Fei! It’s our song!” He grinned already flipping switches and sliding bars as he played with the range and tempo. “I’ll make us some tea,” Hiiro smiled while Duo sank deeper into the music. Wufei glanced from Duo’s single minded examination of the song to Hiiro’s shorts clad ass and smiled wickedly as he offered, “I’ll give you a hand.” It was truly amazing what Hiiro had been able to do in such a short time. The drums really set it off but the addition of the keyboard rounded the whole thing out and though he would prefer to have the vocals a little more prominent the way Hiiro had set it up did sound better as a whole. He was better on the guitar than Wufei and Duo wondered if he had also played the drums and keyboard on the mix. Where were they anyway? How long did it take to make tea? “Hey Fei!?” he called stopping abruptly as his band mate stumbled down he small step leading into the back room and grinned. “Yeah?” he breathed smiling in a way that made Duo’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “Oh, you’ve worked it out already?” Wufei evaded turning a flushed and bright-eyed expression quickly toward the abandoned soundboard. “Wu?” “I hope you like orange,” Hiiro smiled as Duo turned to him and his jaw almost fell off. His cheeks were pinked and his skin shown with the shimmer of physically induced perspiration indicating something more had been going on in there than the brewing of orange tea. ** “You seduced him.” “I did not,” Wufei defended as he drove them back to their apartment. “I know you did something with him,” Duo grumbled but his partner merely grinned smugly. “You shouldn’t be sleeping with prospective work partners.” “Does that include you?” Wufei chuckled. “You know what I mean!” Duo groused. “You’re just pissed that I got to him first.” “Aha!” Duo crowed. “I knew you polished his knob!” “He was the one with the buffing cloth,” Wufei smirked and Duo’s mouth dropped open. “You did him?!” “Must you be so crude?’ Wufei grumbled. “You total freak! I can’t believe you did the guy while I was working on the song!” “Well, you saw how he was dressed,” Wufei shrugged. “Yeah, but… what if he takes it seriously? Did you tell him it’s just a game?” “I don’t know,” Wufei replied thoughtfully. “I think he might be the one.” “Don’t fuck with me, Wufei!!!” Duo growled beating him frantically. “OK! OK!” Wufei laughed fending off the attack as best he could. “Come on! You don’t really think the guys in love after one meeting and a quickie in the kitchen?” “You should be up front about shit like that,” Duo grumbled. “No one falls in love that fast,” Wufei chuckled. “It could happen,” Duo mumbled turning to gaze out the window and Wufei suddenly felt very guilty over what he had done. ** “Lets take a break,” Hiiro suggested setting his guitar aside as Duo gripped the mic and frowned in frustration. “Sorry,” the longhaired singer sighed. “We can keep going if you guys are up for it.” “You need a rest,” Hiiro insisted. “Yeah,” Wufei agreed stowing his guitar as well. “Your throat has to hurt. We’ve been at this for hours.” “I could use a drink,” Duo nodded. “I’ll run to the corner and get us some coffee,” Wufei offered. “Decaf,” Hiiro instructed adding, “Heavy on the cream,” as he smirked at Wufei who returned the expression before exiting. “Your voice is incredible,” he said joining Duo on the small couch. “Fat lot of good it does if I can’t remember the damn words,” Duo sighed. “You seem very tense,” Hiiro observed letting his hand slip under Duo’s braid to rub gently at his neck. “Mmmm,” Duo groaned laying back into the delicious sensation. “That’s nice.” “How about this?” Hiiro breathed and Duo realized he was less than an inch away as his breath washed warmly over the tender skin of his neck just before he kissed it gently. “Jesus,” Duo groaned opening himself to him. “My name is Hiiro,” he was informed as said mentioned person moved to claim his mouth and suddenly nothing else mattered but making sure this particular carnal delight remained for as long as possible. From what he had been able to drag out of Wufei he had expected to take the dominant role but Hiiro further delighted him by making sure he was so dizzy from the heat there was no way he had the concentration to cope with that task and took on the role quiet happily himself. “Gods, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he hissed and Duo gasped… “W…what?” as his breath was stolen away, Hiiro’s hands quickly invading his pants front and back as deftly roving fingers began to work his body into a heated frenzy. “You are so beautiful,” Hiiro commented reverently kissing him hard and Duo moaned loudly as his mouth and body were simultaneously invaded. Duo clung to him, his hips grinding around; down and back as his body begged for more and he panted his confusion, “You don’t even know me.” “Yes, I do. I’ve watched everything you’ve done for the past two years.” A fan. So that was why Hiiro was so eager to help them out. Not to mention the thoughtless way he had bent over for Wufei or how he was currently driving Duo utterly insane. Duo didn’t have sex with fans as a general rule but Hiiro was a friend of Quatre’s, he had the talent and determination to make it in the biz and he was already so deep inside him there was no way he was going to tell him to get off now. Not that Hiiro would have been likely to listen at this stage anyway. Duo found himself drowning in the heady desire pouring from the Japanese boy as he took hold of his body and shook it in ways that left him groaning helplessly, clawing for satisfaction and begging for more. “So beautiful,” Hiiro whispered reverently as he gazed down Duo’s sweat drenched body, his chest still heaving from the massive orgasm his new lover had ripped from his body as silent tears welled up in his eyes. Turning quickly to viciously push them back down he did the only thing he knew and snatched a happy smile out of his ass. “You’re one hell of a physical therapist,” he grinned moving to extract himself from the tangle of limbs. “Don’t go,” Hiiro pleaded to no avail. “My ass is numb,” Duo grumbled heading toward the bathroom. He knew he should just let it go, chalk it up to one of those seedy little incidents that just happen sometimes and avoid letting it happen again but this one wasn’t so easy to brush off and the frustration and disappointment that had settled in his chest prompted him to add as he closed the door, “Besides, you should save some for Fei.” “Duo?” He couldn’t face him. Not right then. His heart felt like it had been run over by a truck and he was much too busy kicking his own ass for letting it hurt him to deal with Hiiro just then. It was no different than with Wufei was it? He had sex with Wufei all the time, he was the most important person in his life, someone he trusted and admired so why should this be any different? It was just sex. But it wasn’t. He knew deep down it had never been about the sex when it came to Hiiro but facing those feelings was a hell of a lot more difficult now that he knew the Japanese boy was only in it to satisfy some pop idle fantasy. Well, if that’s all it was then so be it. “...he ok?” he heard Wufei asking in a quiet whisper when he cracked open the door. “I don’t know,” Hiiro replied helplessly. “He just…” “Duo?” “Think I’ll skip the coffee,” Duo smiled joining them. “Are you ok?” Wufei asked going to him. “Just a little raw.” Inside and out. “I bought you some lemon drops,” his friend smiled holding out the bag of candy and Duo smiled. He always knew what he needed and the sour drops usually helped to sooth his throat. “Thanks,” he told him and on a strange impulse leaned forward to kiss him warmly, his eyes covertly watching Hiiro for a reaction as his heart mended a stitch when the Japanese boy glowered at them. “I’m pretty much spent for today,” he told them feeling quiet a bit better as he backed away. “You want me to drive you home?” “Yeah,” Duo smiled letting his mind settle into the comfortable warmth of Wufei’s companionship. “You wanna make me some of that weird seaweed soup?” “Sure,” the Chinese boy smiled retrieving his jacket. “Hiiro…” “Just… us,” Duo preempted the inevitable invitation and Wufei’s brow knit in concern. “Duo…” Hiiro began but… “We’ll see you tomorrow,” the longhaired boy cut him off dragging Wufei toward the exit. ** “Did something happen between you two today?” Wufei asked setting a bowl of soup down on the coffee table for his roommate. Duo sighed then paused to gaze up at his long time friend, a small smile curling his lips as he reached up and pulled him down on top of him. “Nothing important,” he grinned claiming a kiss that had Wufei happily slipping between his thighs. “What’s wrong?” Wufei asked beginning the delightful job of disrobing his lover and friend. “I just feel… rattled,” Duo shrugged aiding him in dismissing his attire as well. “Did you sleep with him?” “He fucked me if that’s what you wanna know,” Duo grumbled. “Duo,” Wufei sighed catching his hand. “Fei, please,” Duo sighed pushing back the rising tide again. “It was just weird ok? I didn’t really like it and I just wanna find a way to forget about it.” “It couldn’t have been that bad,” Wufei sniggered bending to kiss his left nipple and Duo shivered deliciously under the touch. “It wasn’t bad,” the longhaired boy sighed wriggling beneath him. “I just… didn’t like being used.” “Used?” Wufei echoed only half listening to the conversation as he relieved Duo of his pants and drank in the resplendent beauty beneath him. “He’s got some sort of pop idle thing going on,” his partner informed him while he recovered the lube from his pants pocket. “Did you know he’s been stalking us for like two years?” “Really?” Wufei replied distantly slipping his thumb inside Duo’s body, his black eyes darting up to watch as Duo’s slowly fell closed, his back arching revealing his rib cage and those savory little love bones on his hips. “Fei,” Duo breathed clawing to get a grip on his arms. “Now… please…” The Chinese boy didn’t need to be told twice and Duo groaned loudly as he coupled their bodies together. He was different that night, needy and desperate in a way that left Wufei feeling very much like he was healing a wound rather than pleasing a lover. The change was not one he was happy with but the knowledge that he could be there for his friend in this way was a most gratifying experience. It also helped to alleviate some of the guilt he felt after abandoning him to his fate that afternoon. It had been painfully obvious what Hiiro had in mind when he left which was why he had gone in the first place. Duo wanted the Japanese boy; that much was certain but if what he was saying held any truth then there was only one answer for Duo’s reaction. He was already in love. And if Hiiro was only trying to fulfill a fantasy then it was partially his fault that Duo had gotten hurt. ** “Fei! Where’s the play list for…” “Right here,” Wufei grinned stumbling into to the main studio to snatch the pages from his table. Duo’s eyes narrowed on him taking in the flushed cheeks, breathless air and bright sparkle in his eyes as Hiiro pushed past, the tell tale scent of sex on him making Duo’s ears smoke. The longhaired boy remained in this condition going so far as to hardly speak to his partner until the next day when they were all tired from a long day’s work and Hiiro offered to make tea again. “I’ll help…” “I’ll help!” Duo cut in jumping from his seat to usher a grinning Hiiro from the room but he was much too busy glaring at Wufei to catch it. “I thought you were mad at me,” Hiiro smiled. “Shut up,” Duo grumbled wrapping himself around the Japanese boy, his fervor urging him to take him right there on the counter top and he wondered how he and Wufei did it when they came in there. “Why am I always bottom?” he asked through gritted teeth as Hiiro sank deep inside him again. “’Cause it’s what you want,” Hiiro ground out then kissed him effectively shutting him up as he pushed him harder. Duo couldn’t argue the fact though he usually switched off with Wufei from time to time. He wondered if this strange relationship would last long enough for anything like that to happen then forgot everything that wasn’t physically attached to his body for a time while he was drowned in sumptuous heat. Wufei was dubiously quiet when they returned and Duo couldn’t help grinning smugly at him every time he glanced his way. The following week continued in much the same way. When Duo looked up from his work and found the two of them missing it was inevitable they would pop back up covered in sweat and grinning subversively which was a blatant challenge as far as Duo was concerned to make sure he reaffirmed his claim on the handsome Japanese boy which had led to some of the best sex he had ever had in his life. However, his relationship with Wufei was suffering and he realized after that week that they had completely quit comforting each other. Be it due to the overload of great sex or the animosity brewing between them in their silent argument over who was to become Hiiro’s bedmate it was starting to take a toll neither of them were prepared to pay. “Hold it,” Duo growled seeing Wufei attempt to sneak out and follow Hiiro into the kitchen. “This is so fucking stupid,” he sighed calling Hiiro back with his discontented tone. “It’s not like I don’t know what you’re doing in there.” “’Cause you do the same damn thing,” Wufei countered defensively while Hiiro smirked and leaned against the doorframe. “What’s your game?” Duo demanded of his old friend. “It’s fun,” Wufei retorted. “I get off on it and you were taking it all way to seriously.” “I was not!” Duo countered blushing crimson when Hiiro raised a brow. “Look,” the longhaired boy recovered. “It comes down to this; he just needs to decide which one of us he wants to be with because I, for one, am tired of being angry at my best friend.” “Aw, Duo,” Wufei smiled stepping up to hug his friend. “I’m sorry. I just… you were getting so attached…” “Yeah, but I didn’t want it to come between us,” Duo grumbled hugging him back. “Nothing will ever come between us,” Wufei smiled offering him a gentle kiss. “So,” Duo smiled ignoring the soft mantle on his cheeks to address their current problem. “Which one of us do you want to be with?” “I don’t know what you’re problem is,” Hiiro shrugged pushing off the wall. “I want you both,” he grinned moving toward them. “Why can’t we just leave it how it is?” “But…” Duo began but was silenced when Hiiro gliding in to kiss him. “You’ve been doing it with him for years haven’t you?” Hiiro asked smiling at the distant nod he received. “And you can’t stop talking about him when we do it,” he said to Wufei before kissing him as well and the Chinese boy swallowed hard when he was done. “Seems like the better solution would be for us to just stop going in the kitchen,” Hiiro grinned leering at the two of them as he began to unbutton Duo’s shirt. “But that’s…” “So fucking hot,” Wufei cut across Duo’s words as he bent to help the Japanese boy disrobe their longhaired lover. “W…wait,” Duo breathed gasping when his legs hit the couch and he fell into the deep leather. “Top or bottom?” Wufei grinned. “Middle,” Hiiro smirked wickedly already pulling Duo’s pants off. “Jesus! You’re serious!” Duo gasped. “I told you,” Hiiro smiled shedding his pants as he moved into position. “My name… is Hiiro.” And Duo groaned loudly as he drove himself home. He moaned again when Wufei joined in taking Hiiro from behind and wondered at the oddity of almost feeling as if he had them both inside him at once. Hiiro had always been insistent that he speak his name though he appeared to have no problem with it when Wufei’s fell from his lips. Still, it was Hiiro’s that he called most often, as his world became a place of pure pleasure, the underlying jealousy and anger dispelled by the joining of the three forces at odds and suddenly everything just felt so right. They spent the afternoon exploring the many different ways their new fellowship could bring them happiness until they lay in a spent heap on the floor surrounded by discarded clothes, displaced couch cushions and empty bottles of lube. “So,” Hiiro smiled tucking Duo further under his right arm while Wufei dozed along his other side. “You were mad because you were taking this all seriously?” “Sorry,” Duo sighed hiding his blush in Hiiro’s chest. “Guess I shouldn’t get so easily attached.” “You’re attached?” Hiiro grinned holding him close. “You’re kind of easy to get used to.” “That makes me happy,” Hiiro sighed kissing his forehead. “Really?” Duo asked feeling something in his chest loosen and fall away. “Very happy,” Hiiro smiled rolling him over to kiss him again. owari :)
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