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Satisfied	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3493 -:- 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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Duo woke up comfortably nestled between Heero and Wufei. He sighed as he realized they'd be returning home later that day and go back to the mundane life of the mill. He liked his job well enough, and really liked the fact he got to work with Wufei, but they only saw Heero on the weekends and he didn't like the idea of not seeing the Japanese man for five full days.
“It's not funny!”
He sat up at the shout, the other two waking, also.
“It was freaking hilarious and you know it.”
They exchanged glances before sliding from the air mattress and pulling pants on.
“I don't know it! I think you're a sadist and I want to go home now.”
“I'm a sadist? You weren't the only one on the ground, you know. And I wasn't the one that put a hole in the mattress.”
Duo, Heero, and Wufei stepped out of their tent as Quatre flopped down in the lawn chair. Unfortunately, he put too much force behind it and his slight weight went through the seat. He yelped as his bottom hit the ground and he was pinned in the frame of the chair.
The others stared in shock as he glowered up at them. “I hear one snicker and I'm kickin' someone's ass. Trowa, get me outta this.”
He took slow breaths to keep the laughter in and gripped his lover under his knees and shoulders. Duo held the chair down as Trowa pulled the blond out. Quatre planted his fists on his hips and glared up at Trowa.
He held up his hands. “Why are you so mad at me?”
“Because you're the easiest target. I've been totally out of my comfort zone all weekend. I almost got attacked by a snake! I've been running from wasps and bees! I almost got poison ivy. Got a hook caught in my finger. I slept with a rock digging into my hip all night and a mosquito bit my ass!” He folded his arms over his chest, pouting.
Trowa pulled him into a hug. “I'm sorry.”
“Um, what happened to your air mattress?”
Trowa cleared his throat. “It got a hole in it.”
“How?”
Quatre flushed and ducked his head. “Well, there was this bug and it kept flying around my head while I was trying to file my nails... It landed on the mattress and I squashed it, but I forgot I had the file in my hand.”
Duo laughed. “Then why are you blaming poor Trowa?”
He stared at Duo for a long moment before his anger deflated and he sat on one of the logs around the fire pit. He crossed his legs and fidgeted with his fingers. “Because I'm a spoiled princess,” he muttered softly. “Sorry.”
Trowa sat next to him and wrapped an arm over his shoulders. “It's all right. You've actually managed quite well on this trip.”
He grunted.
“Tro's right,” Duo said as he knelt down to bring the fire back to life. “Personally, I thought you'd go home the first day.” He grinned at the blond. “But you made it the whole weekend.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess it wasn't a total disaster. I did manage to fish.”
Trowa nodded. “And if not for your natural talent, we wouldn't have eaten nearly so well.”
He blushed slightly. “But I'll be honest, I can't wait to get in my shower tonight.”
Duo laughed. “I hear ya.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I thought you liked roughing it.”
“I do, but that doesn't mean I don't miss modern conveniences. I don't think I could take another night out here on this trip.”
Heero snorted. “That's because we're out of lube.”
He stuck his tongue out at the Japanese man.
“Cute, Duo.”
He grinned cheekily. “I thought so, too.”
Wufei rolled his eyes and sat gingerly before starting water to boil for coffee.
“Still sore?”
He looked to Quatre. “Yeah.” He grimaced. “The drive back is really going to suck.”
“I'll put some more cream on you before we go,” Heero said, handing a bottle of naproxin sodium to the Chinese man.
He popped the top and swallowed two without water. “You're a lifesaver, Heero.”
Duo snorted. “Let's forget the fact he was the one who instigated your pain.”
“Yes, but he's also doing everything he can to make me feel better. What are you doing?”
He quirked an eyebrow, popping a cherry tomato in his mouth. “I did as you asked last night. What more do you want?”
He tilted his head to the side, a slow grin forming. He'd been looking for a way to drop some news Bill and he had discussed during Duo's time off of work. “I want you to do all the counts at work from now on.”
He frowned. “But that's the lead's job.”
“Exactly.”
“Huh?”
“Bill brought in two more cutters last week. One's almost as good as you are and the other has good potential. I'm being moved to the head saw. Technically, I'm still over you, but you're in charge of the floor.”
He gaped for a long moment. “I'm being promoted?”
Wufei smirked. “Comes with a raise, too.”
“How much?”
“Two more dollars an hour.”
Duo grinned and pumped his hand in the air. “Sweet! Now I can get that motorcycle I've been wanting.”
Heero smiled at the braided man's excitement. “If you don't mind my asking, how much do you two make?”
Wufei shrugged. “I get eighteen an hour.”
“And I'm up to fifteen fifty, now.”
Heero did the calculations. That meant Wufei didn't even make thirty-five thousand a year. “And you two are okay with that?”
Duo shrugged. “I grew up on the streets, remember? The fact that I have a roof over my head and then some is more than enough for me.”
Wufei nodded. “I grew up with money, but my parents disowned me when they found out I was gay. I've been on my own ever since and can say that I've worked hard for what I've got.”
Heero frowned slightly. He'd been in a bad situation during his childhood, but from seven on he'd lived in the lap of luxury. He hadn't been handed the hotel simply because he was Greg's son. He'd graduated from high school very young and finished college before he was eighteen. But he didn't really consider that an accomplishment. He hadn't had to work hard in school. Things just came naturally to him.
“Turn about, Heero.”
He looked to Duo. “Huh?”
He laughed. “How much do you make?”
He scratched the back of his head, almost embarrassed to answer. “About five hundred a year.”
Duo choked on his coffee. “You make half a million dollars a year?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“Damn.” He grinned suddenly and winked to Wufei. “Why the hell are we still working? We got us a rich boyfriend!”
Quatre laughed softly. “Sure, Duo, I could totally see you lying around all day.”
He thought it over. “Good point. That would get pretty boring.”
Heero grunted. “In my opinion, take it or leave it, you're both wasted at that mill.”
Wufei frowned. “What do you mean?”
Quatre nodded. “I agree.” His eyes widened. “Oh, I know, you two should model for me.”
Duo snorted. “Hell no!”
“Why not?” Heero asked. “I think it's a good idea.”
He wrinkled his nose. “Fei would work out, I'm sure, but I'd make a fool out of myself.”
“Oh, you would not,” Quatre disagreed. “Just try it. If you don't like it, I won't ask again.”
Duo and Wufei exchanged glances. “What exactly would we have to do?” Wufei asked.
“Pose for some pictures for advertisement for the show. It'd be nice if you would be in the show, but if you don't want to, I'd like for you to at least be there wearing my designs. What do you think?”
Duo rubbed the back of his neck. “I don't know, Quat.”
“I'll pay you two thousand each for the photo shoot.”
Both their eyes widened. Wufei shook his head. “How long does a shoot take?”
“Depends. I think this one should only take two days.”
“A thousand dollars a day?”
He nodded with a grin. “Come on, guys, you dragged me out to your world for a weekend. Why don't you come spend one in mine?”
Duo looked to Wufei and the Chinese man raised a shoulder. “You'll probably fire us after one day, but, I guess it's worth a shot.”
“When is the shoot?”
“I haven't set it up, yet. I've been looking for the right models, but couldn't find what I was looking for.”
Duo cracked eggs over a skillet and sighed. “I have a feeling I'm going to regret this.”
******
Wufei tossed his keys on the counter and hit the button on his answering machine as he kicked his shoes off. He dug in his fridge for a beer and jumped, spinning toward the machine at the voice he heard, a grimace coming to his face as it brought a fresh ache to his backside.
“Fei, it's me. Look, I know I totally screwed up, but I want another chance. We fought a lot, but I'll work on that. Don't just shut me out. I love you, Wufei. I promise I'll never hit you again. Please give us another chance. Give me a call when you get this. Okay?”
The machine beeped and told him there were no more messages. He stared at the box, mind running back to the night in the Emergency Room and the horrendous feeling of his shoulder being popped back into place. He grit his teeth and grabbed his phone, dialing slowly.
“Fei.”
“Look, Milliardo, I forgive you, okay? But I'm through with you. I'm in another relationship and I'm happy.”
“Come on, Fei, no one's as good for you as I am.”
“We fought constantly.”
“I said I'd work on that.”
He moved back into his bedroom. “Move on, Milliardo. I'm seeing someone else now.”
“Who?”
He rubbed his forehead. “That's none of your business. I need to go. Don't bother calling me again.”
He hung up and tossed the phone on the bed, stripping his clothes as he moved into the bathroom. He turned the shower on, dragging his brush through his hair before climbing under the warm spray.
He signed in contentment, tilting his head back to let the warm water wash over him. He pushed Milliardo from his mind and washed his hair. He put conditioner in it and lathered a washcloth. He ran it over his body and then stood under the spray, allowing the water pressure clean him off and relax tense muscles.
The shower curtain was suddenly pushed back and he spun, yelping at the pain it brought to his bottom. He pressed his back to the wall and grabbed his towel to cover himself as he glared at Milliardo.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“We need to talk.”
He ground his teeth. “We're finished talking. You have no right to just come into my apartment.”
Pale blue eyes moved over his chest, narrowing at the bite marks. “Who are you seeing?”
“That's none of your business. Leave the spare key and get the hell out.”
Milliardo pursed his lips. “We should be together, Wufei. I know I messed up, but I'll make up for that, okay?”
“No, it's not okay.” He sniffed the air and shook his head. “How much have you had?”
“I'm not drunk.”
Wufei shook his head. It was impossible to really tell how much Milliardo drank. He never really stumbled or slurred, but he became more quick tempered. He licked his lips and moved further back in the shower.
“Just get out.”
He grabbed Wufei's wrist and pulled him to his chest. “I think you need a reminder of how good it was to be with me.”
He smashed his lips to Wufei's and the Chinese man's stomach turned. He jerked his face away and brought his knee into the blond's stomach. Milliardo doubled over coughing. “I'm not drunk this time, Milliardo. I can fight back and you know it. If you don't want me to beat your face in, get the hell out of my apartment and don't come back.”
Milliardo raised up and grabbed Wufei's wrists, slamming him to the wall. His feet slipped on the wet floor of the shower and he cried out softly as Milliardo's hold jerked his arms as he fell. His head cracked on the side of the tub, dazing him momentarily.
Milliardo cursed and turned the shower off. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, no thanks to you. Get out!”
“Wufei-”
He kicked his foot, nailing the blond in the chin, and followed with a cross to the side of his head. Milliardo dropped, out cold. Wufei sat up, grimacing at the pain in his head, arms, and backside. He crawled out of the tub and went to the bedroom. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants, grabbed the phone, and dialed Duo's cell, which went straight to voicemail. He cursed and called Heero.
“Hey, I need a favor. Can you come to my apartment for a minute?”
He hung up the phone after Heero agreed and moved to gaze into the bathroom. He slid down the wall and pulled his knees to his chest, hoping Milliardo didn't wake up until Heero got there. Ten minutes later, a knock came to the door before it opened.
“Wufei?”
“Bedroom!”
Heero ducked into the room, eyes widening as he saw the Chinese man on the floor. He knelt beside him. “What's wrong?”
He pointed to the bathroom and Heero followed his gaze. He pushed to his feet and stared down at the blond laying over the side of the tub. He checked his pulse and looked to Wufei. “Milliardo?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
Heero was impressed the Chinese man had managed to fend off the much bigger man. “Did he hurt you?”
“Not really. Would you mind getting him out of here? And he has a key on him to my apartment that I want back.”
“Hn.” He hefted the blond over his shoulder and carried him outside, dropping him on the lawn. He fished the key out of the blond's pocket and went back into Wufei's apartment, locking the door. He moved back into the bedroom and squatted next to the smaller Asian.
“You're sure he didn't hurt you?”
“I slipped in the tub and cracked my head, but that's about it.”
Heero gingerly felt the back of Wufei's head, grimacing at the knot he found. He lifted him to his feet and sat him on the bed, staring into his eyes. Wufei bit his lip.
“What?”
“Just trying to make sure you're all right.”
He grunted. “I can take care of myself.”
“I noticed that.” He held up the key and Wufei gazed at it silently for a moment.
“You can keep it, if you want.”
He smiled and pocketed the key. Wufei's phone rang and he grabbed it. “Hello?”
“Hey, sorry I missed your call. What's up?”
“Milliardo showed up while I was taking a shower.”
“Shit! You all right? You need me to come over?”
“Heero's here, but... I wouldn't mind it if you came over.”
“On my way.”
Wufei hung up and licked his lips. “Duo's on his way.”
Heero nodded and tucked a strand of wet hair behind Wufei's ear. He frowned slightly. “I think you need to rinse your hair.”
He grimaced. “I forgot about the conditioner.” He stood and headed for the bathroom, pausing at the door and glancing over his shoulder. “You'll stay for a bit, won't you?”
“Yeah.”
******
Duo sneered as he saw Milliardo sitting up in a daze on the lawn. He folded his arms over his chest and stood over the blond, waiting for him to look up.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“I don't want to lose him.”
He snorted. “Too late, pal. Fei's ours now. Just move on.”
“Ours?”
“None of your business. Get out of here.” He went up to Wufei's apartment and let himself in. He smiled as he leaned into the bedroom. Wufei was sitting on the bed, eyes closed while Heero ran a towel through his wet hair.
“You all right?”
“Yeah.” He grunted softly. “What a way to end the perfect weekend.”
Heero dropped the towel to the floor and pulled Wufei to his chest. “I know a better way to end it.”
Duo grinned and moved to the bed as the two Asian's kissed. When they broke apart, he kissed Wufei and then Heero. They pulled Wufei down to lie on his side between them while they laid kisses over his chest, shoulders and back. He shuddered at the attention.
“Guys, I'm not up for this right now.”
“Don't worry,” Heero whispered into his ear.
“We're not gonna take you,” Duo continued as he slid his hand over Wufei's hip. He looked to Heero who nodded and slid his own hand down the front of Wufei's pants, fondling him softly. He gasped and pressed into the light touch.
Duo smiled, watching obsidian eyes slip closed. He suckled at his neck while Heero continued to palm him with gentle caresses until Wufei was breathing heavily and thrusting against him. Heero wrapped his fingers more firmly around him and stroked faster.
Wufei's back arched and he clutched at Duo's shirt as the braided man kissed him. Wufei shuddered as the talented tongue wrapped around his own, heightening the heat pooling in his groin and making him whimper softly as his body was worked into a frenzy. He tore his lips from Duo's, gasping for breath as he neared the edge of release. Duo tackled his neck while Heero nibbled at his ear and he was lost to sensation.
Duo trailed kisses down his chest until he reached the waist of his pants. He pulled them down, watching for a moment as Heero's hand slid up and down the engorged length before leaning down to suck on his balls. They tightened and Wufei groaned heavily as he tipped over the edge, his legs trembling as he rode out his orgasm.
He sagged back into Heero's chest while Duo licked the Japanese man's hand and Wufei's length clean. He moved back up to kiss Heero and share Wufei's release with him before stretching out beside the Chinese man.
“What about you two?” Wufei asked.
“Don't worry about us,” Duo said softly, brushing silky raven locks behind Wufei's ear.
He looked from Duo to Heero and sighed. “You guys have to quit spoiling me.”
Duo chuckled. “Why?”
“Because then I'll start expecting it.”
“Well,” Heero said softly, “that's all right because I enjoy spoiling people.”
TBC...
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