Another Devil

Title: Another Devil
Author: DeityOfDeath
Archive: Yes please......
Pairings: 1x2x5, 3x4
Category: Drama, romance
Rating: PG. 13 and hopefully an NC-17 sometime soon.
Spoilers: Maybe......... Episode Zero hints.
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon scenes, pregnant men, Pregnant Duo.
Disclaimers: I never have nor will I ever own Gundam Wing or its chars. They are property of Bandai and a few other major companies.

Another Devil


Chapter 11: Sweet Emotions

Oh it was an interesting morning. Quatre lay propped up by many pillows on the couch and I sat with a nursing Helen on the love seat across from him, watching him sleep peacefully after what seemed like a horrible bout of morning sickness. Can you call it morning sickness if you get sick at the slightest smell or disgusting sight? The poor boy was sick all the time.

I always want to call Quatre a boy, but truth was he was no longer a boy. None of us were boys anymore. We were all around twenty. Funny thing is Quatres small form and boyish looks always made him look sixteen, maybe a year or two older. Funny thing is he\'s almost taller then me. Give him another year or two and he will be.

I looked down at Helen as she finished off the remaining formula in her bottle. She finished another bottle in record time. It was interesting to watch her small body grow more and more every day as well as watching the interesting emotions and thoughts cross those small features. I placed the empty bottle on the cushion next to me and lifted Helen so that I could place her against my shoulder to burp her. I patted a few times and was rewarded for my efforts with two small burps. I brought back into a laying position in my arms and watched her eyes wander around the room and back to me. I smiled. She was very observant. I stood up and walked over to her rocking swing and placed her in there gently. I turned it on so that it gently and slowly swung her back and forth while playing a soft tune. She began to slowly close her eyes until she drifted into a quiet sleep.

\"It\'s amazing to watch you with her.\"

I looked over at Quatre, who still lay on the couch, a smile playing across his lips. I smiled and walked over to him, placing my hand on his slightly damp forehead.

\"Feeling any better, Q-bean?\"

\"A little, my stomach has seemed to settle some. Who knew I\'d be one in twenty that would have nausea during most of my pregnancy.\"

I chuckled and leaned down kissing him atop his soft blonde bangs, \"You\'ve got your work cut out for you Quat.\"

He laughed and patted his rounding belly. He was really starting to show but with his thin frame it was evident right away to those that knew him that he was expecting. Mustafa and the other maguanacs were surprised and overjoyed at the idea of a little Master. Mustafa and Quatre\'s older sisters were helping run WEI, which meant going to parties, meetings, doing interviews and visiting the different Winner satellites to make sure that they were all running and in good condition. Quatre was more than grateful for the help.

\"Just think, another two months and you\'ll be a happy Mommy, or Daddy. I\'m still lost on that whole title thing.\"

\"I think I\'ll stick with Daddy.\"

I laughed, \"Helen has her work cut out for her. She\'s only eight months old and her first word is \"Dada\" and now my goal is to teach her that Dada is not the TV, food and her toys. Heero and Wufei want to teach her Dad in Japanese and Chinese. I can\'t wait to see this.\"

Quatre chuckled, \"That would help make things less complicated. You would know who she was calling if you each had a different name. That way the three of you wouldn\'t have to go running every time she called \"Dada\".\"

\"True\", I said as I sat down on the loveseat again.

\"Well, what are the words for \"Dad\" in Chinese and Japanese?\"

\"I believe Dad in Japanese is Otoosan and in Mandarin Chinese its Ba ba.\"

\"Wow, always learning something new.\"

Quatre sat up a little and smiled as he watched Helen finish her bottle. When she finished I lifted her gently to my shoulder and patted her back until I heard a soft burp. I continued patting her until she burped one tinier burp and then laid her rocking chair and strapped her in before setting it so that it would slowly rock back and forth while playing a soft tune.

Quatre watched her with a smile playing across his lips that never quite reached his eyes. He always seemed lost in thought since he had hit his seventh month. I wondered if it had anything to do with the pictures that sat in various places around the house. He had received a few congratulatory gifts from his sisters and the pictures were among them. Most of the pictures were of his sisters and father and he himself when he was no older than three or five. There were three pictures that Quatre seemed to glance at the most. One was of a beautiful woman with curly blonde hair just like his and aqua blue eyes. I assume she is Quatre\'s mother. They look a lot alike. You give Quatre breasts and longer hair and you would have that picture in real life. In this picture she wore a simple dress and she stood next to Quatre\'s father smiling brightly. Another picture was of the very same fragile looking woman except this time she was the image of an expectant mother with the large bump under her Sari as she sat in a wicker chair outside in the shade among beautiful green fields. This picture was beautiful and looking at Quatre now that he was pregnant you could see the resemblance even more. The last picture was simple portrait that just about everyone had themselves taken in their life time. The small, thin woman sat with her hands folded in front of her holding a small handful of white roses smiling brightly as she looked at the camera. She looked younger in this photo. She had to be around sixteen at the time of the photo.

\"uo.....Duo?\"

I blinked and shook my head trying to clear my head of errant thoughts, \"Sorry Quat. Did you say something?\"

He smiled and chuckled, \"I asked if I had ever told you about my mother.\"

I knew my eyes must have shown my surprise at the comment. I wondered about Quat sometimes. He had an eerie sense of what was going on and what people were thinking. Or maybe I was just that apparent.

\"No. Is she that pretty lady in those pictures you got from your sisters?\"

\"Yes. You could tell?\"

\"You look a lot like her. No offense.\"

\"None taken\", he said smiling.

\"Was she the mother of all you?\"

Quatre smiled, \"Not in the way your thinking. Due to the low birth rate and low breeding among colony settler and satellite inhabitants many could not have children and if they did the women often were very sick or died during or after childbirth and sometimes the child itself died.\"

I nodded.

\"Because of this many settlers on both satellites and colonies started using test tubes. It\'s not very uncommon to do so even now. My sisters were among those and I thought I myself was among the many born from a tube and not from a loving and nurturing person.\"

\"But you weren\'t were you?\"

Quatre gave a sad smile at that, \"No. But for years I held a lot of hostility towards my father because I thought I was. I hated the thought of being alive, of being something that was made for him so that he could carry on the Winner family name. I was angered that I had no choice in my creation and that I was not a child of love but of necessity. I rebelled and treated myself and others around me horribly.\"

I sat down next to him smiled at him as I patted him on the back,” Anyone in your shoes would have Q-bean.\"

\"That\'s how I met the Maguanacs. I had acted like the brat that I was when they took my shuttle hostage. I told them that I didn\'t care that my father wouldn\'t pay the ransom. He could always make another son. My father had proved me wrong and Rashid had given me the first slap I had ever gotten. He had managed to knock some sense into me that day and the first time I fought was to help them escape that time.\"

I couldn\'t help the wowed look that crossed my face. Gentle Quatre, a renegade delinquent. The thought almost made me want to chuckle.

\"I found out that I\'m not a test tube baby. The woman in those pictures did more than supply some genes. She loved my father so much and she wanted to give him and heir and she didn\'t want their child grown in some test tube. My mother carried me, to term. She gave birth to me and heard my cries and she died. She died because she was stubborn, too stubborn from what my sisters say. She got her way and even though I grew up without her there it’s as though I can understand her.\"

\"Of course you can Q-bean. Just because she’s not around doesn\'t mean she’s not there at all. Hell! Just looking at those pictures I could tell she was your mother. You resemble her and from the sounds of it, you take after her as well.\"

\"Thanks,\" said Quatre giving me one of his famous watery smiles.

\"What brought this on? Was it me starring at the pictures?\"

\"No. Just thinking what its like to carry a child. I sometimes wonder what she thought when she carried me. What foods she craved, how she felt, what she thought and if she thought it was all worth it?\"

\"Q-bean, she probably felt her happiest when she heard you crying when you were born. Hearing those loud cries echoing off the walls and knowing that she had done her part to bring you into this world. That she had not failed.\"

\"Is that how you felt?\"

I couldn\'t help but look over at Helen as she slept soundly, rocked by her chair.

\"Yes. I remember kneeling on that floor on Christmas Eve thinking that I was going to die and with me the child I was carrying. I worried more for her than myself. I felt like I had let her down and I hated myself for not being a woman. I kept thinking that if I had been a woman that she would have been born and I wouldn\'t have the sin of her death to take with me to hell.\"

Quatre stared at Helen in that moment and the silence drew more words I had kept locked up out of their secret spot hidden deep within me.

\"When Heero had arrived I couldn\'t hide my emotions. I kept thinking that everything would be alright and when Sally started cutting me open I could feel myself slipping and even with Sally, Fei and Ro\' yelling at me I refused to cooperate until I heard those wails. Those loud cries and even if it was selfish of me...I could have died right there in that bed a happy man. As long as she had lived I could deal. She\'s become something precious to us.\"

Quatre frowned and I couldn\'t help but smile, \"I bet that\'s how your mom felt. She had done all she could that was in her power to set you on your path. She knew if she could do that much then you would be fine.\"

Quatre leaned against me and wrapped his arms around me, hiding his face against my side but from the harsh breathing and slight dampness that seeped through my cotton shirt, I knew that he was crying. I wouldn\'t tease him for this. Quatre had realized something very important and I would not ruin it with one of my corny jokes.


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Quatre stood pacing the living room for the eighth time this morning picking up things and moving them and then moving them again. He would then vacuum here or there and move to another room before returning to the living room. I suppressed a smile and pretended not to notice.

It was very hard not to notice a very pregnant Quatre waddling around as he did what most called pre-delivery cleaning. It was almost like an instinct that women have to prepare their homes before the baby arrives. It starts earlier than this but Quatre seems to worse than me and Sally had even told him he was worse than she was. It was supposed to be some deep routed urge women had but whether it was because of the hormones or if it was just an urge to be prepared and organized, men also developed this \"nesting\" behavior when near the time of delivery.

Quatre was more than ready. He was a week away from his appointment to have his C-section and he was anxious. His sisters were all in town and at the local hotel waiting as well as the Maguanacs. It amused me to watch every time the baby kicked or moved because Quatre would look slightly distressed and immediately Rashid, Mustafa or Trowa would run to his side if not all of them.

Currently Trowa stood in their bedroom making sure the bassinette was ready with blankets and covers inside and mobile set up and ready. I was betting he just needed something to keep him busy and that was all Quatre could think of currently. Quatre had finally settled down on the couch in an odd position. He knelt on the cushion with his arms on top the arm rest so that his stomach hung under him protected. His chest heaved slightly faster and as suddenly as he started taking deep breaths, he had stopped and sat up slightly.

\"Hanging in there Quat?\"

He looked at me and nodded slowly,” I think that was a contraction.\"

\"Should I fetch the boys or do you want to wait?\"

He stared at his stomach for a moment and rubbed it absently,” I think I can wait.\"

He sat there a while longer and I stared at the clock. It was an hour later when he once again got into his kneeling position and breathed through it. This time Trowa had entered and blinked at the site.

\"He\'s fine Tro. He\'s probably just started his contractions. It\'ll most likely be another day or two before anything develops.\"

Trowa nodded and knelt down in front of the couch rubbing his lovers back.

\"Thanks, koi,\" Quatre said softly.

As that one subsided Quatre stood and paced again. Another hour went by and as Heero came home from work Quatre was once again kneeling on the couch. Heero gave me a questioning look from where I sat two cushions down bottle feeding Helen.

\"Contractions.\"

Heero frowned and nodded before coming over and kissing me lightly on the lips. He held open his arms and I happily handed Helen over, freeing my hands to rub Quatre\'s back in Trowa\'s place. Trowa had gone to call Quatre\'s sisters and doctor to inform them of Quatre\'s current condition.

Two hours passed and Quatre now lay in his bed trying to sleep with the Maguanacs huddled in the living room talking excitedly. Wufei came home and merely raised his eyebrows while taking in the scene. He walked over giving me and then Heero a kiss before taking Helen from Heero who was all to willing to turn over to her Ba ba.

It was then that Quatre waddled out of the bedroom and the maguanacs relinquished the couch as Quatre kneeled again.

When Quatre could talk again I asked,” How far along now?\"

\"Every fifteen minutes and it feels \'funny\' when I stand or walk.\"

\"That\'s because the chibi is trying to find the exit. He or she is headed down.\"

Trowa frowned and watched as Quatre stood up to stretch. Quatre leaned against Trowa mid stretch and gasped.

\"That would now make them less than ten minutes apart.\"

\"Okay Q-bean. It\'s time to stop being stubborn and let Trowa and the guys drag you to the hospital.\"

Quatre looked like he was about to protest and then almost fell to his knees as another contraction hit. Trowa caught him and lifted him into his arms bridal style.

\"We\'re going to head out now,\" said Trowa with no show of Quatre\'s weight in his arms affecting him at all. I wonder if working at the circus helped in that area.

Mustafa ran out the house and as Trowa carried Quatre out the door the sound of a car starting echoed in the silence. I couldn\'t help but grin at the nervous looks on the remaining Maguanacs. Rashid had followed Mustafa and was most likely on the way to the hospital with them. It took only three minutes of their silence and pacing and nervous habits to drive me up the wall.

\"You know boys; Quatre\'s overnight hospital bag is beside his bed. Why don\'t you take it up to the hospital? I\'m pretty sure you wait there.\"

I did laugh when their eyes lit up and they all rushed in different directions a few yelling or mumbling that they would start the car, grab the bag and then they were gone. The quiet made me smile. Helen smiled up at Wufei from her comfy spot in his tanned arms and shook her tiny arms.

\"Care to change her Toosan?\" Wufei said grinning over at Heero.

Heero grinned, \"No thanks. I\'ve taken care of my share of shit at work.\"

It looked as though Wufei were about to protest when I stood up and held out my arms. Wufei handed her over and I smiled at our daughter with her bright violet eyes.

\"Your Ba ba and Otoosan just don\'t appreciate the gifts you give them.\"

At that she gave an open mouthed smile cooing cheerfully as if she understood the joke.

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\"What in the hell!\"

I tried to ignore it and proceeded to kiss those warm inviting lips. Heero tasted of coffee and me. He had a very talented mouth.

I moaned as I felt Wufei move inside me again. I felt his pace go from slow and sensual to a quick and rough. He was nearing his completion. I was close myself as I began to move in the same rhythm as Wufei inside of Heero. I leaned over capturing his mouth with mine and his erection in my right hand. Heero Cried out into my mouth causing his tight muscles to squeeze me deep inside of him and just as I felt myself pulled over the edge I felt Wufei move inside me as he spasmed and yelled my name into the room as I felt myself filled with his seed. I collapsed on top of Heero\'s chest, feeling the stickiness of Heero\'s seed squished between him stomach and chest and my chest.

Wufei lay atop my back, his chest heaving up and down as he fought to catch his breath. I moaned and tried to sit up to keep from becoming too claustrophobic. Sometimes I could handle being squished between them and sometimes I felt a little but claustrophobic. This was one of those times.

Wufei sat up, slowly pulling out of me causing me to gasp and wiggle, still sheathed inside of Heero, who in turn moaned and gasped at the too soon movement. Wufei sighed and moved so that he could lie down next to Heero. I tried to not blush as they both watched me pull out from Heero\'s tight bottom. I shivered and sat back on my heels for a moment. Heero patted the spot next to him while Wufei wrapped his arms protectively around Heero’s waist.

I shook my head no, \"I\'d better go answer the phone.\"

Both of them stared up at me like I had grown a third head, \"It\'s probably Trowa or of the guys. I\'m betting Quat had the baby.\"

They nodded and snuggled against each other. I smiled and slowly slid off the bed into a standing position before grabbing an errant sheet off the floor and wrapping it around my body \'toga\' style. I slowly padded out of our bedroom and past Helens as I made my way to the annoyingly ringing phone. I leaned against the living room wall as I picked up the receiver.

\"Ello\'?\"

\"It\'s a boy!\" Said a cheerful and ecstatic voice.

\"Mustafa?\"

\"Yes, Master Duo! Master Quatre had a boy!\"

\"How is Q-bean?\"

\"He and Master Trowa are resting in their room now. Master Quatre is quite tired as well is the Little Master.\"

Little Master? It sounded really cute. I had a feeling that this poor kid was going to have one hell of a large and annoying extended family. I was also betting that he gets fed up with the name Little Master.

\"Get some sleep Mustafa and tell the others to as well. I\'ll be over in the morning to visit Q-bean and little bean.\"

\"Good night Master Duo!\"

With that the phone gave me a dead dial tone and I grinned hanging it up. A little boy. I hoped Quatre planned to have other children. I couldn\'t imagine being an only child surrounded by all of those relatives. But then again, same thing could be said for Helen.

I made way back to the bedroom and saw a pair of ebony and a pair of cerulean eyes looked up at me owlishly.

\"Quat had a boy.\"

Both smiled and nodded.

\"Let\'s get some sleep before we go visit in the morning.\" said Wufei.

I mumbled my reply and slid into the bed and under the covers into a cushiony hug belonging to both of my lovers as I felt myself drift off.


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You could definitely see the resemblance. Little Master also named Aaron Laith Winner was the spitting image of his father and carrier. He had pale skin and soft curling almost platinum blonde hair. His tiny eyes silted open as he grumpily looked out his new world. He squinted up at his fathers with very light colored green eyes. Eyes that resembled fresh green chutes or the ripest of limes. He was a beautiful child and Helen couldn\'t help but coo and squeal her delight at her newest friend.

Helen always got so excited when any of the babies and parents visited. She really needed a sibling or two. Maybe I would broach the subject with Heero and Wufei.


To Be Continued....