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Rebuilding	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 693 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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We’re fairly open-minded people. We have no problem with people living as they want, and we prefer that they let us live as we want. I don’t have a problem with cross dressers. However, I know my lover is not a cross dresser. He’s never had any desire to dress in women’s clothing. And I’ve never had the thought or desire to see him in women’s clothing… But damn if he doesn’t look hot.
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“This will never work.”
Heero bit his bottom lip as Quatre blinked open shadowed eyes and Grace stepped back. “Oh yeah it will, honey.
“It’ll be too easy for people to recognize me. I’m not a celebrity, but my face has been on quite a few magazines.” Quatre stood, straightening the tight white skirt that ended several inches above his knees.
Heero raked his eyes over his lover, taking in the way the sky blue silk top draped over his midsection teasingly. The skirt was near scandalous. And the shoes… “How the hell are you managing that?”
“What?”
“Walking in those.”
Quatre glanced down to the four inch wedge heels and flushed slightly. “A bet with my sisters when I was young. They said I could never walk in heels.” He shrugged. “Earned me fifty bucks.”
“Is he ready?” Zechs stopped just inside the door and whistled softly.
Noin grinned. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you were a regular with drag.”
The blond glared at her. “I look like an idiot.”
Zechs shook his head. “You look like a dream.”
“Shut up. You shouldn’t say stuff like that, especially in front of your wife.”
Noin chuckled. “Why not? I agree with him.”
Quatre looked to Heero but could tell from the appraising blue eyes that his lover would be no help. In fact, the heat in those eyes caused a slight stirring in the pit of his stomach; which was not a good thing in the tight skirt. “Something you wanted to say?”
Heero cleared his throat. “You look awesome.”
Quatre sent as much of a glare to his lover as he could before crossing to the other side of the room to inspect himself in the mirror. His one win in the transformation had been no wig, but reluctantly he had to admit that it hadn’t helped. It would take some serious scrutiny to recognize him as Quatre Raberba Winner like this, but he still looked like a damn woman.
“Shit.”
Heero chuckled and wrapped his arms around Quatre from behind. “You’re damn beautiful no matter what.”
“Is that supposed to make me happy? Just tell me you don’t want a woman and I’ll be good.”
Heero chuckled and cupped Quatre’s length through the thin material. “You know better.”
Blue eyes rolled slightly. “Don’t do that or I’ll bend you over your desk and do you in front of whoever happens to not leave the room in time.”
Heero bit his bottom lip. “I want you.”
Zechs laughed. “You two have got thirty minutes to get it out of your system if you need to. Then I’ll have to come back for him.”
Heero glanced at the long haired blond. “Get out.” He slid the skirt up to reach the growing hardness between Quatre’s legs. “I want this in me.”
Quatre groaned. “We don’t have time or lube.”
Heero dropped to his knees, pulling his lover’s underwear down. “You can’t go in there like this.”
He released a heady moan as he was swallowed whole. “S-sure can’t,” he gasped. He tangled his hands in tousled chocolate brown hair as his length was expertly teased, worshiped and fondled. He draped his arms over Heero’s shoulders, gasping heavily as he was brought to completion. He sagged against his lover as Heero stood, sucking in ragged breaths. “I’m sorry. I should have-“
“You have a mission. Get to it and get back to me.”
He smiled softly and kissed Heero quickly but deeply. “I love you.”
The Asian smirked. “You, too.” His eyes grew serious and he pulled the blond tight to his chest. “Be careful.”
“I will.” Quatre sighed. “I really don’t want to walk through headquarters like this.”
“I’ll walk you to the car.”
It was still embarrassing but Quatre managed to make it to the car without his face turning completely lobster red. Ronnie and Trowa hadn’t been too much help as they’d ogled him the entire length of the hallway. He fell into the SUV and looked over the report from the usual agent who dealt with this case. It had come as a complete surprise to him to learn that the quiet, shy James O’Malley spent his weekends as ‘Janis’.
The ride was made in relative silence. It was going to be an easy assignment. Get in, get the information, flirt a little – he grimaced at the thought – and get out.
Noin took a breath. “I never thought I’d say this, but, Quatre, you need to act a little flamboyant.”
He looked up, startled. “What?”
“You’re a very proper gentleman, but you need to act a little more like a lady.”
He shook his head and took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. Never before had he been told to act like a lady, but he was familiar enough with the concept having been raised with twenty- nine sisters. He released the breath slowly and looked to Noin as he crossed his legs and propped his chin on the back of his hand. “Is this better, honey?”
She almost swallowed her tongue and Zechs clamped his teeth shut tightly, reminding himself mentally that he could NOT be attracted to the smaller blond. Blue eyes dragged to Zechs and full lips smirked.
“What’s wrong, sweetie? Feeling a little hot under the collar?”
Zechs cleared his throat. “You do this a little too well.”
He hummed softly. “Just don’t get any ideas. I’m a one-man man. And remember, hon, I don’t really want to do this, so any discomfort you go through is not my fault.”
Noin looked to her husband. Every once in a while his bisexuality caused her not a little uncertainty, but most times it tended to work in her favor. And at the moment she was feeling it was definitely in her favor. “It’s alright. Get him hot and bothered, Quatre, that’ll make my night much more interesting once we get home.” She grinned. “I can’t tell you how much I love having a bi husband who’s completely committed to me.”
Zechs groaned. “Why are women so enamored by gay men?”
“I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that considering you’re fairly familiar with women and gay men yourself.” Quatre chuckled. The SUV came to a stop and he glanced out the window. “What’s my contact’s name?”
“Kent. He’ll be expecting you at the bar.”
Quatre nodded and took a breath as he left the vehicle and made his way across the street. He was a bit surprised that he was waved in without the cover charge, but decided not to think about it too much. He moved through the sea of bodies to the bar and sat on an end stool. The bartender smiled. “Hey beautiful, what can I get you?”
“You wouldn’t happen to have peach sangria, would you?”
He winked. “Anything for the lady.”
Inwardly, Quatre felt nerves roll in his stomach. He really didn’t want to be there. He sipped the drink as he glanced around the club. He felt like a fish out of water. The place wasn’t trashy, but it was far removed from his normal life. He was sure any moment someone would point a finger and say he didn’t belong there. He was not the best at undercover work.
“Well hello gorgeous. I’ve never seen you here before.”
He looked to the tall man and gave as sweet a smile as he could muster. “I’m meeting someone.”
He pouted slightly. “Well, if your date doesn’t show up or it doesn’t go well, I’ll be around.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” As the man walked away, Quatre brought his glass to his lips but didn’t drink. “One word,” he muttered, “and you’ll regret it.”
Zechs’ soft laughter filled his ear. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
He sipped his drink, watching as a man walked toward him through the crowd. He had curly red hair and was wearing tight black leather pants and an opened white shirt that revealed a black tank top. The man came up to the bar and ordered a drink, glancing to Quatre out of the corner of his eyes.
“Waiting long?” He winked.
Quatre lifted a shoulder. “Not too long. You are…?”
He smirked and sat on the stool. “Kent. Cat, I presume?”
He nodded. “You presume correctly.
“Damn.” His eyes raked over Quatre in appreciation. “You’re fucking hot.”
Quatre wanted to punch the man, but knowing the assignment was more important, he forced a shy smile to his lips. “Thanks, hon.”
Kent shook his head. “You from here originally?”
Quatre shook his head. “L4. You?”
“Arizona.”
Quatre nodded slowly. “Ah. Enjoy the desert?”
He snorted. “Hell no. It’s too hot for me and way too unpopulated.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Except for certain areas. Believe it or not, there’s far more people in a range not far from Sierra Vista for my taste.”
Quatre raised an eyebrow. “Really? I’d thought there was only sand and mountains around that town.”
He leaned toward Quatre. “You can’t really see the ‘town’ from the outside. You either have to be there or see it from the sky.”
“Interesting.”
He smirked. “I thought so, too.” He drained his beer in several very impressive gulps. “Care to dance?”
“Excuse me?”
He slid to the floor and pressed his lips to Quatre’s ear. “My ass is in on the line. If this doesn’t look believable I could end up dead. You will dance with me.”
Quatre bit his lip before whispering, “Sorry. I’m out of my element here.” He allowed himself to be pulled to the dance floor, thankful that it wasn’t some heavy beat he had to keep up with but not really liking dancing with anyone besides Heero to a slow song.
“They’re kidnapping kids and training them to be sex slaves.”
The whispered comment in Quatre’s ear made him feel nauseous. “Where do they get the children?”
“Mainly off the streets, but some have families looking for them.”
He closed his eyes. “And they have a place in Arizona where they keep them?”
“Yeah.”
“How do you know about it?”
Kent leaned back slightly to look into Quatre’s eyes. “Because I was one of the kids they took,” he said in a torn whisper.
Quatre put a hand to Kent’s cheek. “I’m sorry.”
He shrugged nonchalantly, but he couldn’t hide the pain in his eyes. “Keep those kids from going through what I’ve been through and that’s all I need.”
Quatre felt tears prick his eyes. “What you’ve suffered… It wasn’t your fault. You know that, don’t you?”
Kent started and shook his head, a sad smile lifting his lips. “No. I’m a terrible person who’s sold his soul time and again to the highest bidder. But you,” he trailed a finger down Quatre’s jawline; “you’re beautiful inside and out. I can tell. Whoever holds your heart is one lucky bastard.”
Quatre smiled softly. “How long have you known Janis?”
He shrugged. “A few months. Met her here, actually.” He laughed softly. “Didn’t know what her day job was for a long time.”
Quatre studied him for a moment. “Are you lovers?”
He sighed. “She’s trying for that. I promised that once the case was over we’d see.”
“You brought the case to us, didn’t you?” He nodded. “Why didn’t you give Janis all the information already?”
“Because I didn’t realize where they were holding the kids. We’re blindfolded when we go in and when we come out. I’ve been working to get the location.”
Quatre nodded slowly. “You realize now that we’re going to have to put you in protective custody.”
He grimaced. “I don’t like the idea of being watched 24/7.”
He couldn’t really blame the man, but it was extremely dangerous to let him wander around alone if he was giving up this kind of information. After dancing through several more songs, Quatre stepped back.
“Thank you for the dances.”
Kent smirked. “Thank you, Cat.” He leaned over and kissed Quatre lightly on the lips. “You better get out of here before someone tries something. You’ve got almost every eye in here glued to your ass.”
He started and glanced around, cringing inwardly. He didn’t care what it was for; he was never dressing in drag again. He looked back to Kent. “Maybe you should leave with me to keep me safe.” He lowered his voice. “And I am insisting that you go into protective custody now.”
The redhead glanced over Quatre’s shoulder and he paled just before Quatre felt a chest press to his back and the telltale barrel of a gun to his side. A deep voice spoke softly in his ear. “How very interesting, Kent. I didn’t realize you liked the femmes.”
“Thomas, how’d you find me?”
“Move towards the wall or your sweetheart here is going to be in a lot of pain.”
Quatre mentally cursed his mistake as he was pushed forward. Zechs’ voice was cursing and asking for his status.
Keeping in character, he said in a shaky voice, “I don’t know what’s going on, but is the gun necessary?” Another curse filled his ear and he wondered if Zechs could say anything other than ‘fuck’ at the moment. “I’m not really in a position to make demands, I know, but there are a lot of people in here. You don’t want to hurt anyone do you?”
The hand on his hip squeezed tightly enough to bruise and he grimaced. “Couldn’t care less, now shut up.”
“What are you going to do?” Kent asked, eyes moving from Quatre to Thomas in rapid succession.
“I’m taking you back, of course.”
The redhead paled and swallowed. “Fine, just let her go.”
“I don’t know.” He nuzzled at Quatre’s neck and ran his left hand down his thigh. “I think we should take her with us.”
Quatre’s stomach rolled in revulsion. He heard Zechs’ voice saying they were coming in and he cleared his throat before answering Thomas. “I don’t think so,” he said in his normal voice. “There’s no way you’re getting out of here.”
Thomas snorted and turned Quatre swiftly; shoving his back hard enough into the wall that he couldn’t stop a soft expulsion of breath. “Not a very good queen, are you?”
In a move that was pure Duo, Quatre smirked. “It’s not my main occupation.”
“Ah. If I had my guess, I’d say you’re probably a rookie with the local police force, then. You’re too young to have too much experience. Is it your first time undercover?”
Quatre grunted as the gun pressed firmly into his stomach. Too young? He was closer to thirty than twenty. “I’m not a rookie with the police.” He gripped Thomas’ wrist that held the gun.
“No? Then what are you?”
He jerked the arm to point the gun harmlessly to the floor and kneed the man in the stomach before spinning him around. He yanked Thomas’ hand behind his back and dropped him to the floor, pressing his knee to the small of his back. He leaned down. “I’m a former Gundam pilot working with Preventers.”
He looked up to Kent. “Who is he?”
The redhead swallowed. “Thomas Walker. He works for the ring, one of their henchmen that do the dirty work.”
Quatre nodded. “Well, Mr. Walker. You’re under arrest.” He looked up as a pair of handcuffs dangled in front of his face, compliments of Zechs. “Thank you.” He paused, realizing that his current position had the skimpy skirt riding way too high on his hips. “Actually, Zechs, take over.”
The long haired blond smirked but nodded and yanked Walker to his feet. “Good work, Quatre.”
He grunted, smoothing the skirt back down. “Ask me to do this again and I’ll castrate you.”
Zechs held up his hands. “Hey, I didn’t ask you to do it, Une did.”
“True, but I can’t castrate her.” He looked to Kent and smiled softly. “Are you okay?”
The redhead nodded, looking shell shocked. “You were a Gundam pilot?”
Quatre shrugged. “That was a long time ago, but I try to stay in shape. I’m actually a much better fighter now than I was back then thanks to my lover.”
The drive back to headquarters was made in relative silence and Quatre couldn’t wait to get out of the damn skirt and go home. They made the short walk to the debriefing room and he moved his eyes from Une to Heero who’d jumped to his feet as soon as Quatre entered the room. He smiled tiredly to his lover before looking to Zechs and Une.
“You have the recording. I’m going home. If you have any questions, I’ll answer them tomorrow.”
Heero hadn’t heard such a tone in Quatre’s voice since he had been overtaken by the Zero system. He quickly crossed to his lover’s side and guided him out of the room, not bothering to wait for Une’s acquiescence. They made a quick trek up to Heero’s office and he shut the door.
“Are you okay?”
Quatre leaned his hands on Heero’s desk, shuddering softly. “Yeah.”
Heero moved behind him, gripping his hips softly. It drew a pained gasp from Quatre and he quickly withdrew. Quatre turned. “It’s not bad. Just some bruises.”
Heero pulled the skirt down and clenched his teeth and the handprint darkening on the blond’s hip. “Where was Zechs?”
“He was doing his job, Heero, just like I was. I’m okay and the bastard is seriously wishing he hadn’t put a hand on me at the moment.” He hooked a finger under Heero’s chin and lifted his face to meet his eyes. “One bruise is definitely worth saving who knows how many children from becoming sex slaves. Please don’t be mad about this.”
“I’m not mad.” He kissed Quatre softly. “I just couldn’t handle it if something happened to you.”
“Nothing did. I’m fine.”
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Duo stared at Trowa and Ronnie wide-eyed. “Please tell me you got pictures.”
Ronnie giggled and pulled out her phone. “Of course we did.”
She handed it over and Duo whistled, holding it so Wufei could see. The Asian shook his head. “I can’t believe she could talk him into it.”
“He’s fucking hot like that!”
Wufei rolled his eyes. “I bet Winner would love to hear that.”
Duo chortled. “Think he’ll dress like this again if I ask him really sweetly?”
“Probably not,” Trowa said with a chuckle. “He was extremely unhappy about it.”
“Aww, but he looks-“ Duo cut off with a grimace and leaned forward slightly.
Wufei gripped his shoulder. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“A cramp.” Violet eyes widened and he reached up to grip Wufei’s hand. “A cramp in my leg.”
TBC…
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