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Family Ties	By : Deb Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 19194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Playing catch up here. I will be posting all chapters I have finished to date on this now that I have them back from my beta. Sorry for the delay.

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“Family Ties”

January 2007 ShenLong

Chapter 128

With Barton’s trial now over, life began to return to some form of normalcy for the guys. Trowa was now completely healed and Quatre could no longer stay away from his business on L4. He’d already been absent for longer than planned and whilst his sisters were more than happy to look after things in his absence, Quatre liked to know what was going on and be there. As Trowa put it, the blonde didn’t trust anyone other than himself to run the business properly.

With the threat of the Firecell and Barton gone, the extra Manguanacs that Quatre had enlisted to assist Harim and Raphel were no longer needed. They returned to their usual duties back on L4 leaving the other two to continue on as normal.

Trowa and Quatre were due to leave in the afternoon a couple of weeks after Barton’s trial. They had delayed their departure not just for Trowa to finish completely healing and get the all clear from Sally to fly, but to accompany Heero who had wanted to check up on Zechs and the promise he’d made in relation to the Gundams.

Not that Heero didn’t trust the other man, but he needed to see to satisfy himself. Wufei had understood, also wanting to know where his Gundam was being held and had approached Une along with Heero. Whilst Une was not at liberty to disclose any information on Zechs, his place of residence or anything else for that matter, she did agree to contact him and arrange for the agents to make a visit to where the Gundams were being stored. Une also agreed that the ex pilots had a right to know that their Gundams were being looked after and held in a safe location.

Unfortunately, due to his condition, Duo wouldn’t be allowed to go and that didn’t sit well with him at all. In fact, he let his displeasure be known.

Loudly and regularly.

Heero stood firm though and refused to give in. Duo tried everything he could think of from whining, begging, and threatening to crying, cajoling and bribery.

Nothing worked.

This was one time that Heero refused to budge.

Having suffered through the constant nagging at Heero, Quatre couldn’t stand it anymore and offered to remain behind and stay with Duo to keep him company whilst Heero, Wufei and Trowa went to check on the Gundams and the security in place for them.

Duo quickly gave in and insisted that Quatre accompany the others.

Une handled all the arrangements, the four agents were to present to the Preventer shuttle port where Zechs would collect them and fly them out to where the Gundams were secreted away. There were conditions attached, all four pilots would be sight and hearing deprived whilst on the trip, purely to protect Zechs and the Gundams.

Whilst none of the four – Heero especially – were happy with the conditions, they accepted anyway; it was Une’s way or no way.

Having promised Duo that he would check that Deathscythe was okay, Heero left the mansion to join with the others and their trip to the space port. Zechs was waiting for them and once the pleasantries were exchanged, the four men were allowed on board the sleek shuttle Zechs had flown in on. Once inside and safely in their seats, a set of head phones was placed over each agent’s ears. A special pair of glasses was also given to each man and they were ordered to put them on.

The eye wear and headphones were a new prototype being tested by the Preventer Labs. Once they were on the subject, they could not be removed by anyone other than the allocated person without risking severe damage to the subject’s sight or hearing. A special code was required and Zechs was the only one aside from the Lab personnel who knew the code in the case of the agents.

Understanding the reasons for such measures, the four men settled themselves into their seats, dozing lightly and waited for the journey to pass.

Once Zechs was cleared for take-off, the shuttle was soon on its way. Being a new model of shuttle, specially built for short range, fast travel, it didn’t take long to reach Zechs’ secret residence. Pagan employed the scramblers again so anything that could possibly be trying to track the shuttle would be left thinking it had disappeared into thin air.

The shuttle landed smoothly, Zechs taxing it into the small hangar and powering it down. The large doors closed and the hangar was sealed off from the rest of the world. With the shuttle taken care of, Zechs left the cockpit to release his guests from their silent and sightless world.

“I am sorry for the extreme measures, but you do understand why we have to put them in place,” Zechs apologized again as he released the four men from their silent, dark world.

“We understand,” Heero replied. “I would expect nothing less for one who is involved in the Black Ops.”

Zechs nodded by way of reply. “This way,” he stated and turning, led the way out of the shuttle and into the hangar.

The four followed the taller man along several hallways and through a few steel doors before halting outside an elevator. Zechs punched in a code, pressed his hand to a plate set into the wall beside the code pad and then had his retina scanned. Only once all three added up did the elevator doors open.

“Quite sophisticated,” Heero approved as they stepped inside the elevator.

“I did say the Gundams would be kept under the highest security we could come up with,” Zechs replied with a smile.

The doors closed and the elevator began to descend. In no time at all, it came to another stop and the doors opened into a small chamber. Zechs once again placed a code in the keypad, followed it with a hand scan and then retina scan. A small screen fuzzed to life and a face appeared on it.

“Sir,” the man said.

“You may open the doors, Lieutenant, these are our guests I informed you earlier that I would be bringing to visit,” Zechs stated.

“Sir, yes, sir.”

The doors opened and Zechs stepped forward, the other four right behind him.

They stepped onto a sort of catwalk which sat roughly half way up in a huge cavern. Heero calculated that they were underground in a sort of basement hangar, the rock and concrete of the walls along with the drop in temperature backing his theory.

The catwalk extended completely around the perimeter of the walls and had several more ‘walks’ running off it at various intervals. Around the outer walls stood the five Gundams. Each Gundam had a type of scaffolding around it which allowed the technicians and mechanics easier access for maintenance and repairs.

Currently, Heavyarms was the Gundam with the most work happening around it. Wing, Deathscythe and Shenlong only had a couple of techs by them, Sandrock a few more, but the main activity was centered on Heavyarms.

“These four Gundams have been repaired already. They didn’t suffer much in the way of damage and it was relatively quick and easy to restore them to their full capacity,” Zechs explained. “Heavyarms took quite a lot of damage and thus is taking longer to repair.”

“You don’t have to remind me of that,” Trowa muttered.

Quatre gave his husband a nudge in the ribs.

“We expect Heavyarms to be completely repaired and fully functional again within the month,” Zechs told them, ignoring Trowa’s comment.

“What are the techs doing?” Heero questioned, the touch of anger in his tone. Heero had never been one to let anyone else touch his Gundam, preferring to work on Wing alone. He constantly had to remind himself that Wing was no longer ‘his’, that the Gundam was preserved only for use should every other avenue fail to bring about an end to whatever conflict was occurring.

“They are running diagnostic tests. Each day they do them, checking and double checking that all is running smoothly with the mecha,” Zechs replied. “God forbid, but if we ever need to use them again in the future they will be ready for immediate dispatch.”

“Logical,” Wufei stated.

Zechs could feel the undercurrent of tension running between the ex-pilots and smiled inwardly. “Whilst the Gundams may be secured here and my staff that I trust implicitly are responsible for keeping them all in perfect working order, I would feel better about the whole deal if you four would be so kind as to check each one over yourselves, take a look at not only the physical side of them, but make sure that all the programs are functioning at maximum capacity.” Zechs knew he’d said the right thing when he saw the light flare up in each of the agents’ eyes.

“The techs won’t mind?” Quatre asked.

‘Ever the diplomat,’ Zechs thought to himself before replying. “No, of course they won’t mind, if anything I’m sure they will welcome the input and no doubt will be picking your brains for ways to improve the overall performance of the mechas,” said Zechs with a smile.

“Thank you,” Trowa stated on behalf of them all.

“You’re welcome. If you follow this walk around, you will see the various branches off to each Gundam,” Zechs informed them and gestured to the areas of concern. “I’ll leave you all to explore and settle your minds in regards to your suits for a while. I’ll be in the main control booth up there,” continued Zechs and pointed to a small, glass booth that sat further up on the side wall where it was in the ideal location to observe everything that went on in the ‘hangar’.

“If you have any questions, just ask the technicians working on your respective machines; if they can’t answer them they will contact me. I’ll leave you to it, gentlemen.” With a bow to the four, Zechs departed for the control booth.

“What are we waiting for?” asked Quatre when Zechs had departed and the four of them were still standing on the catwalk.

Heero gave a grin and charged off down the catwalk in the direction of Wing. Wufei turned and followed a different trail of metal walk in the direction of Shenlong, leaving Trowa and Quatre standing together.

“Not much I can do with Heavyarms right now so once I’ve had a look over and satisfied myself that all is being repaired properly, I’ll join you at Sandrock,” Trowa said.

“Okay, I’ll be in the cockpit,” Quatre replied and headed for his Gundam. Trowa tagged along for a short way before branching off to his own mecha.

The techs Zechs had working on the suits were friendly enough and willing to answer any and all questions that were in their capacity to do so. The guys discovered that Zechs had handpicked each man based on his skills in his particular field plus his loyalty and ability to work in secret. The men were hard working and dedicated to their job, something that put them all up in Heero’s estimation.

Trowa was more than happy with the progress on Heavyarms. The suit had taken several direct hits during their battle with Barton’s troops and the damage had been extensive. Heavyarms was looking more like its old self, new plating replacing the damaged ones, the hydraulics had been completely overhauled and replaced where necessary and the circuitry gone over with a fine tooth comb.

What couldn't be repaired had been rebuilt and much to Trowa’s delight, he’d discovered that whilst the suit was being repaired, the techs had managed to make a few modifications to the suit, modifications that allowed it to carry more ammunition than before and thus minimize his chances of running out again should he need to do battle in the future.

Happy in his heart that his suit was being tended to, Trowa went to catch up with Quatre and Sandrock.

Heero had commandeered the laptop from the tech who was working on Wing and was busily checking all the systems for himself. He was pleased with the overall result and turned to the tech to thank him for doing a great job. The tech, Derek, was more than happy with the praise and couldn’t keep the beaming smile off his face. When Heero showed him a few other things to help with the programing of Wing, Derek was over the moon and watched avidly.

Several hours were spent by the ex pilots with their suits and the techs, all learning a little something from each other. Heero had checked Deathscythe as he’d promised and found the suit to be running perfectly. All systems were fully functional and any repairs that had been necessary had been carried out as if Duo himself had done them. Heero knew his lover would be pleased with his Gundam’s state of ‘health’.

The guys were more than happy with the state of their Gundams and joined Zechs inside the control booth once they were finished with their inspections. Zechs took the time to show them the many, elaborate systems in place to insure the safety and secrecy of the Gundams. Aside from the codes and scans, there were four other levels that someone would have to pass through in order to gain entry to the premises.

First they had to locate the place, then they would have to pass through sensors, scanners and radar that was operating twenty-four seven above and around the property itself. If they managed to infiltrate that far, then they needed to get inside the building itself and that was safeguarded by voice analysis and fingerprint identification.

Assuming the intruder got through all those security measures and managed to be inside the building, they then had to locate the secret elevator and use the code, palm and retina scan to pass through and into the elevator. The elevator itself had several floor buttons one could select; all but one were dummy floors and should the elevator open up on one of those, the occupant would find themselves facing another scan pad which they would need to pass both palm and retina scans within two minutes or a sleeping gas would be released.

Once arriving at the actual basement ‘floor’, there were the scans and codes again to pass through, the final one being a visual by personnel on the other side.

It was no wonder the techs all opted to live ‘on site’ as such, Quatre had commented. It would take them at least two hours to get through all the security measures just to start work!

“I trust that all the security we have in place meets with your approval?” Zechs asked the group.

“More than enough,” Trowa replied.

“Yes, I must admit, you have an excellent system here,” Wufei stated, suitably impressed.

Heero nodded. “I doubt even Duo would be able to infiltrate into here and he’s the best we have.”

That made Zechs feel particularly good about the systems. He was well aware of Maxwell’s infiltration skills, the man had an uncanny ability to get into and out of the most difficult of situations. For Yuy to say what he had meant Zechs was on a winner. “Thank you.”

“I feel more than happy about leaving Wing in your care and I know Duo would say the same in regards to Deathscythe,” Heero commented.

“Shenlong is in safe hands. I commend you on your security,” Wufei acknowledged.

“Thank you for providing a safe and secure place for them, Zechs,” Quatre said. “It means a lot to know they are being taken care of.”

Zechs nodded, he knew exactly what Quatre meant having had both Tallgeese and Epyon in his care in the past. A pilot grew to know his mecha, it became a part of him, an extension as such and when you relied on it to keep you safe you made damn sure you looked after it in return.

Glancing at his watch, Heero gave a soft sigh. “As much as I would love to stay and explore this facility for longer, I’m afraid we really should be going.”

With those words, the agents bid the staff good bye and thanked them again for their care and dedication to the Gundams. Following Zechs, they rode the elevator back up and stepped out into the hallway once more. Pagan was waiting for them and took them to the hangar where the shuttle awaited. Once the eye wear and headphones were in place, Zechs fired up the shuttle’s engines and took the four agents back to the Preventer shuttle port.

* * *

The days turned into weeks, Trowa and Quatre left for L4, a teary farewell on Quatre’s part, Duo not doing too much better. Despite Quatre’s mothering tendencies, the blonde did mean well and both Heero and Duo knew that.

Quatre kept in touch though, either emailing or speaking with Duo via vid phone every second day. The blonde was looking forward to the birth of Duo’s second child and as he’d missed being there for Keitaro’s birth, he fully intended to make up for that this time around.

Heero also intended to be there for Duo when he went into labor. When Keitaro had decided it was time to come into the world, Heero had been doing his best to rescue Quatre and several other dignitaries from a terrorist who thought the world revolved around him and his desires.

Come hell or high water, Heero was planning on staying firmly beside his husband for the last few weeks of the pregnancy and nothing short of an earthquake would get him to shift.

Wufei had gotten over his shyness and taken the words Nurse Brown had spoken to heart. He let Sally know he was very interested in becoming more than just good friends. The pair began to date, Wufei taking the woman out to various restaurants, movies, shows and festivals. As they spent more and more time together Sally began to discover the real Wufei.

The Chinese agent may have been tough on the outside, but underneath he was a big softie. When Wufei really let himself go and relax he was a lot of fun to be with. He had a wicked sense of humor that Sally took great delight in bringing out of him.

Duo had also been surprised and then happy to discover the lighter side to Wufei. Sally and Wufei often came over to the mansion and shared dinner and a movie with the other two. With Duo restricted in the amount of movement he was allowed to do, it soon became apparent the man needed occupying with something.

Movie nights were always a lot of fun.

Margaret’s wrist healed and Sally removed the cast from it. Overall she was pleased with the results. The bone had knitted back just fine and it seemed the nerves had also healed as well as could be expected. There was a bit of muscle wastage which both women knew would happen and it would just take time for Margaret to build those muscles up.

Sally put the nurse through many grueling exercises with the hand to see exactly how much nerve damage there was. Fortunately for Margaret there wasn’t a great deal. She was still able to grip items, manipulate objects and carry things. Overall, Sally estimated the nurse had lost about ten percent of the function, not enough to affect her functioning in caring for a child.

It was great news to all and Duo called for a celebration to mark the occasion. Heero got stuck with making a cake, Duo supervising the effort as he wasn't allowed to participate. Much to Heero’s surprise, the cake came out nicely and once it was iced, both looked and tasted delicious.

Duo’s pregnancy continued on and Heero suffered much the same way as he had when Duo had been carrying Keitaro. The cravings were constant, but this time Duo couldn’t get enough of oranges. Didn’t matter what shape or form they came in, he was always on the prowl for some. Heero was secretly pleased with the craving this time, at least it was a healthy one, although he did begin to worry a touch over the amount of the citrus fruit Duo could consume.

He discussed his concerns with both Sally and Nurse Brown, both women assured him that it was fine; the fruit wouldn’t do Duo any harm in the quantities he was eating or drinking as any excess vitamins were not stored in the body but passed out. Just so long as he wasn’t eating or drinking the juice on an empty stomach due to the citric acid contained in the fruit then all would be okay.

During Duo’s latest check-up, Heero approached Sally whilst Duo was getting himself dressed again to ask the one question he’d been waiting to ask and yet embarrassed to do so. Sensing the man wanted to speak with her regarding something, Sally did her best to make it as easy as possible for the dark haired man.

“You have something you want to ask me, Heero?”

“Ah, yes. It’s about Duo, this pregnancy, his wounds from Barton... With all he’s been through, still going through, would it be safe for us to – to – ah, that is, could we become more...”

“Heero?” Sally had to hold the chuckle.

“Yes?”

“Are you asking me if it is safe for you and Duo to resume having sex?”

Heero wondered if he was about to spontaneously combust. “Ummm... yes.”

Giving the man a warm smile, Sally did her best to make it as painless as possible for Heero. “Heero, Duo’s wounds have healed up well and there is no threat to them if you indulge in sex. There is no risk to the baby either if the pair of you are careful. I think you would remember our talk on this same topic when Duo was carrying Keitaro?”

“I do recall most of it,” Heero replied.

“Then it’s the same with this pregnancy. Although I would advise Duo taking the uke role as opposed to the seme.”

Heero went a deeper shade of red.

“The reason Duo is on bed rest is not because of the wounds he received from Barton, but rather because this pregnancy has come quite soon after Keitaro and Duo’s body had not finished completely healing up from the last pregnancy before this one started. I would have preferred it if you two could have waited for another year or so before continuing your family, but what is done is done. I don’t want Duo putting any stress on his body which means if you want to resume sex then you’re going to have to do all the work, Heero. Just remember to keep the penetration shallow and all will be fine.”

“Okay, I think,” Heero said as he analyzed the doctor’s words.

“Don’t worry so much, Heero. Just let nature take its course.”

Heero gave the doctor a smile.

* * *

“Do you think I’m ugly?” Duo asked as he shuffled across the carpet from the bathroom towards the bed where Heero was already reclining.

“No, of course not,” Heero replied quickly. “Why would I think that?”

“Because I’m fat, I waddle when I walk and I feel like a bloated fish when I lie down.”

“You don’t look like a bloated fish.”

“I haven’t seen my toes in ages either,” Duo continued to moan as he moved to the side of the bed and prepared to get into it.

“If you prop your feet up on a stool when you’re sitting down then you would see your toes,” Heero replied, doing his best to be helpful.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Duo managed to settle himself onto the mattress and glared at his husband. “You fond of sleeping on the couch?” he growled as he got himself comfortable.

Knowing he’d made a really big mistake, Heero did his best to climb out of the hole he’d dug for himself. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean it that way,” Heero apologized. “I'd much rather sleep with you,” he continued, dropping his voice to a husky tone and scooting across the bed to be closer to Duo.

“Heero?” Duo questioned, unsure of what his husband was up to.

Heero managed to sidle alongside his husband and pulled Duo’s head to rest on his shoulder whilst his arm draped over Duo’s swollen belly to reach for the braided man’s back where fingers began to trace idle patterns across creamy skin.

“Ahh,” Duo moaned, the touches causing little shivers to dance across his nerves.

Feeling bolder, Heero allowed his fingers to wander lower, still keeping their tender touches to Duo’s skin as they edged closer and closer to the hem of Duo’s boxers. He placed kisses to the crown of Duo’s head and whispered sweet nothings to the love of his life.

Duo closed his eyes and let his body feel. It had been way too long since they had been intimate together and although Duo was unsure of exactly what Heero’s intentions were, he was enjoying the touches and attention way too much to stop it. Besides, they could always pleasure each other in ways that didn’t involve penetration.

The need was beginning to rise in Heero and he could feel an answering need from his husband pressing against his thigh. Wriggling a bit, Heero managed to push his leg between Duo’s. His hand continued stroking across Duo’s back, only now it was brushing against the hem of Duo’s boxers. Taking a deep breath, Heero pushed his fingers underneath the fabric and began to stroke them across Duo’s buttocks.

“Good, feels good,” Duo moaned. His hips began to push slightly forward and found the friction they sought against Heero’s thigh that was pushed between his own legs. Slowly but steadily, Duo’s cock was rising, his need building and he rubbed himself against Heero in an attempt to find some form of friction.

Heero was hard too and with each rub of Duo’s groin against his leg, Heero’s cock connected with Duo’s hip and lower abdomen. The friction wasn’t enough to offer anything other than further torment and Heero growled softly. His fingers ghosted along the crevice of Duo’s ass and he boldly allowed a finger to ease between those cheeks to caress the small entrance hidden there.

“Heero?” Duo moaned. “I need you, I want you but I don’t think we should...”

“Hush, Duo. I spoke with Sally and she said it was okay as long as I’m careful and I do all the work.” Heero pressed a soft kiss to his love’s mouth. “But I’ll only make love to you if you’re comfortable with that.”

“Oh, god. I want you so much,” Duo moaned.

“Then lie back, relax and enjoy.”

Fingers roamed over creamy skin, both men’s boxers becoming history as Heero set out to discover Duo’s body all over again. He lay Duo down and began to worship his partner’s skin with fingers, lips and tongue. He kissed, nibbled and licked his way over every inch of Duo, from his throat to his navel, over the baby bump and along sensitive, inner thighs.

The level of excitement was rising rapidly, neither man was going to last long at this rate. Heero pulled the new tube of lube from underneath his pillow and coated his fingers. Gently he prepped his husband, fingers sliding in and out of Duo’s heat as the muscles stretched and gave to accommodate him. He was thorough in his preparations, not wanting to cause Duo any pain at all and it had been a while since Duo had been penetrated.

Gradually Duo’s body relaxed and the long haired man was reduced to mindless begging. He was so aroused he thought he would burst. “Please, Heero. Now, take me now,” he pleaded.

A soft smile on his lips, Heero rolled his lover to his side and arranged his legs to make penetration easier. Slicking himself with a generous amount of lube, Heero settled behind his husband and gently eased himself into Duo’s body. The muscles protested at first, though they soon relaxed and eagerly swallowed Heero’s length.

Waiting for Duo to adjust, Heero slipped his hand around Duo’s middle to grasp his lover’s erection. Feeling the passage around him softening, Heero began to withdraw a touch, then plunge back inside. His hand began to stroke his lover’s length as his own cock sank into the warm sheath of Duo.

Their lovemaking didn't last too long, both men having been denied the act for too long. It was tender and slow though, each thrust, each stroke savored and enjoyed. Duo moaned softly as his excitement built until it reached the point of no return. He cried out as his orgasm hit him hard, the fluid spurting form his cock to spill over sheets and Heero’s hand.

With Duo’s fall into nirvana, Heero soon followed. The heat and tightness of Duo’s passage was torment to his engorged cock. With his orgasm claiming him, Duo’s passage began to contract, the muscular ripples stroking Heero’s need and tipping him over the edge. He called out Duo’s name as he spilled himself inside the one that owned his heart and soul.

Once they were able to move again, Heero fetched a warm wash cloth and cleaned them both up. “Enjoy that?” he asked his sleepy partner, pulling Duo close to his chest and cuddling his husband.

“Mmmhmm,” Duo mumbled. “Need to sleep now.”

With a soft chuckle, Heero turned off the bedside lamp. “I love you, Duo,” he whispered.

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