Edge of Seventeen
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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2,620
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4
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chapter 23
Edge of 17- part twenty-three
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Contents: YAOI, AU, sap, Duo POV, bad language, a few OC'S, slight fluff, alcohol consumption
Pairings: 2x4, OC+4
Rating: NC-17
Author: Luna
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. The title to this ficcie is a Stevie Nicks song. The lyrics to the song will be presented at the end of this fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own GW or any of its characters. This is for entertainment purposes only. So please don’t sue. Thank you. ^_^
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Last time, on Edge of 17-
There was a slight pause, as Mr. Winner did nothing but drink punch, which I could have sworn Spike did something to it. Oh well. “Well, I’m gonna go see if I can dance with Quatre longer than five minutes.”
“Have fun!”
~**~ And Now, on with the show!
I finally coax Jake to let go of my husband and I got to dance with him again. I held him tightly to me, swaying my hips way nicer than I have done before. I could tell that the effect of our dancing was getting to him, and he rubbed himself slightly against me, making me wish that we were at our motel room already.
“You having fun?” I asked him. He beamed at me, almost glowing.
“Oh yes! This is the best reception anyone could ask for! Thank you, Duo.”
“For what? I didn’t do anything.”
“Not that you know.” He smiled, and then leaned up to me and kissed my cheek.
“You’re too sweet for your own good, you know that?”
Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I groaned inwardly, knowing full well what they wanted.
“May I cut in?” the guy asked. I’ve never seen this guy before; I’m guessing that he was one of Chet’s friends. I sighed, being polite in front of Quatre, and let the guy dance with my dearest husband.
I watched, in some anger, as he whisked Quatre away in one smooth motion. Big show off. At least this time I got to dance with Quatre for more than five minutes, but to me it wasn’t long enough. I hated myself for being selfish, but I wanted to be his only partner in everything, especially dancing.
I shut my eyes, reminiscing with myself about the last few months that we were engaged, planning this whole thing. Quatre seemed to never stop smiling as he went on and on about how wonderful it is going to be getting married to me. He wanted to wear a wedding dress for me, not because he was into cross-dressing, but because he wanted it traditional, and he wanted to be sexy for me. He was sexy just being himself.
My eyes suddenly saw red as I witnessed the guy that was dancing with Quatre grab firmly onto his ass. Quatre’s face went red with either embarrassment or anger, or both. I stormed over there, tapped the guy on the shoulder, and hit him dead in the face!
~**~
The wedding cake was marble, five layers high, white frosting, and had two little groom figures at the top. Everyone was gathered around as I cut the first slice. I took a hold of the piece and slowly represented it to Quatre. He winked at me and took it slowly into his mouth. I turned toward him more, making sure no one saw my erection through my pants.
The cameras were almost blinding as I watched Quatre chew his piece of cake in his mouth carefully. Then he brought another slice up to my face and I opened my mouth wide. Big mistake.
Quatre shoved the cake in as far as it would go, and left it there. My eyes went wide with disbelief at what that little scamp just did! It looked like I had a wedge stuffed in my mouth. Everyone was cracking up, even Quatre who was eating the piece of cake I gave him by himself. I scowled at him, and then proceeded to dislodge the cake from my throat.
He was still laughing at me, so I dipped three fingers into the frosting (mind went hentai for a few seconds), and smeared it straight down his face. He growled playfully at me, and smashed the last of his cake between my eyes. The laughter around us roared higher, but then we called a truce and proceeded with cutting the cake for our guests.
I could have sworn I saw Mr. Winner stumbling around with his cell phone in his hand.
~***~
Chet, Spike, Jake and some guy named Arnold came up to me. They were yakking away about this and that with me, sipping on punch and eating cake when this guy that we’ve never seen before walked up to us.
“Is this the Winner and Maxwell wedding?” he asked.
“Yes it is.” Chet said, “Are you with the dark groom or the light groom?”
“Light, I think. I’m here because someone hired me to pop out of a cake.”
“The cake has already been cut and served.”
“Damn! I shaved my bikini area for nothing!” he shook his fist and stormed away.
Chet blinked a few times, and then turned to me. “Who the hell ordered for a stripper?”
“Don’t look at me.” I shrugged.
Mr. Winner tripped in front of us, falling flat on his face. We all sweatdropped. He got up, tried to regain his dignity, and wobbled over to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. Quatre walked up to us, concern for his father.
“Duo, my wonderful shhon-in-law…”
“Dad?” Quatre put a hand to his forehead. “You ok?”
“I’m perfectly okie day!” he smiled. “Oh Duo, I’m so happy for you two I could kiss you!” I cringed. “But I’ll leave that to my shon!” he grabbed Quatre by the shirt and pulled him over to us. “Here ya go, shhon! Now kissh your hushband like a good wife should.”
“Father!” Quatre went red. Chet, Spike, and Jake started to laugh. Arnold looked confused.
“Come on, come on! Don’t keep him waiting!” I decided to humor my drunk father-in-law and I wrapped my arms around Quatre’s waist. I planted a big, wet kiss on his lips in front of almost everyone. Chet, Jake, and Mr. Winner said, “Woohoo!” but Arnold and Spike gasped. “That’s my boy!” Mr. Winner whooped.
Once we unlocked our lips, Quatre dragged his father over to the buffet table and got him some coffee.
~**~
“Wow, we got a lot of presents didn’t we?” I said, eyeing our merchandise. We got a lot of appliances- blender, microwave, toaster, toaster oven, waffle iron, and other utensils. A gift certificate of over 5000 dollars, our own deck of cards, and I got a couple books from the same people on how to beat your opponent at any card game, and the book ‘How to bluff’.
We got lots of cash in “congratulations” cards, bed sheets and pillow cases, a computer, a laptop (for Quatre), a TV, a VCR, a DVD player, a camcorder, some tapes, an air conditioner, and a cage full of exotic birds.
“Yeah, lots of stuff.” Quatre smiled. “Everyone’s so nice.”
“Not as nice as you.” I blurt out. He blushed.
“Aw, Duo…”
Some other weird guy that I’ve never seen before came up to us. He had a cage full of some fluffy little creatures.
“Rabbits for you.” he grinned.
“Uh, thank you.” I took the cage from him and he bounced away. “Nutty as a fruit cake.” Quatre nodded his agreement.
~~**~~
I kicked the door open, and carried my new husband over the threshold. I laid him down onto the bed and sighed. He’s mine now, all mine… no one can have him but me. I took off my bow tie and undid my shirt. Quatre took off his tie as well, but then stopped my hand from undoing anymore buttons.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t get to have a long dance with you at the reception, Duo.”
I took his hand in mine, “That’s ok, Quat. You’re mine anyway.” I smiled. He nodded once, wandered over to the stereo, and turned it on. My eyes lit up as the music began to play. It was one of our favorite slow songs.
“We can dance now without interruptions.” He said.
I wrapped my arms around his middle and pulled him into me, our hungry bodies crashing together. We got into a slow swaying dance and held onto one another tight. He rested his head on my shoulder and I planted a light kiss on his forehead. I heard him sigh and nuzzle more into my neck. He gave me a few small butterfly kisses down my neck; I brought my hand up to his head and ran my fingers through his soft yellow hair.
“Quatre?”
“Hmm?”
“I know this is cliché but I want you to know that I love you- very, very much.”
His hold on me got tighter, “I love you too, Duo. And it’s never cliché for me. I enjoy hearing you say those words.”
I took a hold of his chin, lifted his head up, looked into his eyes for a few breath-taking moments, and then lowered myself down to those luscious lips of his. Our tongues wrestled playfully with one another, and then our dancing hips gave way to thrusting instead. Quatre gasped for air. He touched his forehead to mine, panting slightly and stared into my eyes.
“Are you ready to do some other kind of tango?”
I smiled, and so did my eyes.
“I was born ready, my dearest Quatre. And I was born just for you.”
And then, my friends, we danced the night away.
~~^**^~~
{Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Whoo... whoo... whoo...
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
And the days go by...
Like a strand in the wind...
In the web that is my own...
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby...
Nothin' else mattered
He was no more... than a baby then
Well he... seemed broken hearted...
Something within him
But the moment... that I first laid...
Eyes... on... him... all alone...
On the edge of... seventeen
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo...
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
I went today... maybe I will go again...
Tomorrow
And the music there it was hauntingly...
Familiar
And I see you doing...
What I try to do for me
With the words from a poet...
And the voice from a choir
And a melody... nothing else mattered
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
The clouds... never expect it...
When it rains
But the sea changes colors...
But the sea...
Does not change
And so... with the slow... graceful flow...
Of age
I went forth... with an age old...
Desire... to please
On the edge of... seventeen
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
Well then suddenly...
There was no one... left standing
In the hall... yeah yeah...
In a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Oh I went searchin' for an answer...
Up the stairs... and down the hall
Not to find an answer...
Just to hear the call
Of a nightbird... singing...
Come away... come away...
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo... baby ooo... said ooo
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo... baby ooo... said ooo
Well I hear you in the morning...
And I hear you...
At nightfall...
Sometime to be near you...
Is to be unable... to hear you...
My love...
I'm a few years older than you...
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo}
The End
Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. I will try posting more of my GW fics on here when I get the chance sometime this summer. Cheers!
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Contents: YAOI, AU, sap, Duo POV, bad language, a few OC'S, slight fluff, alcohol consumption
Pairings: 2x4, OC+4
Rating: NC-17
Author: Luna
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. The title to this ficcie is a Stevie Nicks song. The lyrics to the song will be presented at the end of this fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own GW or any of its characters. This is for entertainment purposes only. So please don’t sue. Thank you. ^_^
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Last time, on Edge of 17-
There was a slight pause, as Mr. Winner did nothing but drink punch, which I could have sworn Spike did something to it. Oh well. “Well, I’m gonna go see if I can dance with Quatre longer than five minutes.”
“Have fun!”
~**~ And Now, on with the show!
I finally coax Jake to let go of my husband and I got to dance with him again. I held him tightly to me, swaying my hips way nicer than I have done before. I could tell that the effect of our dancing was getting to him, and he rubbed himself slightly against me, making me wish that we were at our motel room already.
“You having fun?” I asked him. He beamed at me, almost glowing.
“Oh yes! This is the best reception anyone could ask for! Thank you, Duo.”
“For what? I didn’t do anything.”
“Not that you know.” He smiled, and then leaned up to me and kissed my cheek.
“You’re too sweet for your own good, you know that?”
Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I groaned inwardly, knowing full well what they wanted.
“May I cut in?” the guy asked. I’ve never seen this guy before; I’m guessing that he was one of Chet’s friends. I sighed, being polite in front of Quatre, and let the guy dance with my dearest husband.
I watched, in some anger, as he whisked Quatre away in one smooth motion. Big show off. At least this time I got to dance with Quatre for more than five minutes, but to me it wasn’t long enough. I hated myself for being selfish, but I wanted to be his only partner in everything, especially dancing.
I shut my eyes, reminiscing with myself about the last few months that we were engaged, planning this whole thing. Quatre seemed to never stop smiling as he went on and on about how wonderful it is going to be getting married to me. He wanted to wear a wedding dress for me, not because he was into cross-dressing, but because he wanted it traditional, and he wanted to be sexy for me. He was sexy just being himself.
My eyes suddenly saw red as I witnessed the guy that was dancing with Quatre grab firmly onto his ass. Quatre’s face went red with either embarrassment or anger, or both. I stormed over there, tapped the guy on the shoulder, and hit him dead in the face!
~**~
The wedding cake was marble, five layers high, white frosting, and had two little groom figures at the top. Everyone was gathered around as I cut the first slice. I took a hold of the piece and slowly represented it to Quatre. He winked at me and took it slowly into his mouth. I turned toward him more, making sure no one saw my erection through my pants.
The cameras were almost blinding as I watched Quatre chew his piece of cake in his mouth carefully. Then he brought another slice up to my face and I opened my mouth wide. Big mistake.
Quatre shoved the cake in as far as it would go, and left it there. My eyes went wide with disbelief at what that little scamp just did! It looked like I had a wedge stuffed in my mouth. Everyone was cracking up, even Quatre who was eating the piece of cake I gave him by himself. I scowled at him, and then proceeded to dislodge the cake from my throat.
He was still laughing at me, so I dipped three fingers into the frosting (mind went hentai for a few seconds), and smeared it straight down his face. He growled playfully at me, and smashed the last of his cake between my eyes. The laughter around us roared higher, but then we called a truce and proceeded with cutting the cake for our guests.
I could have sworn I saw Mr. Winner stumbling around with his cell phone in his hand.
~***~
Chet, Spike, Jake and some guy named Arnold came up to me. They were yakking away about this and that with me, sipping on punch and eating cake when this guy that we’ve never seen before walked up to us.
“Is this the Winner and Maxwell wedding?” he asked.
“Yes it is.” Chet said, “Are you with the dark groom or the light groom?”
“Light, I think. I’m here because someone hired me to pop out of a cake.”
“The cake has already been cut and served.”
“Damn! I shaved my bikini area for nothing!” he shook his fist and stormed away.
Chet blinked a few times, and then turned to me. “Who the hell ordered for a stripper?”
“Don’t look at me.” I shrugged.
Mr. Winner tripped in front of us, falling flat on his face. We all sweatdropped. He got up, tried to regain his dignity, and wobbled over to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. Quatre walked up to us, concern for his father.
“Duo, my wonderful shhon-in-law…”
“Dad?” Quatre put a hand to his forehead. “You ok?”
“I’m perfectly okie day!” he smiled. “Oh Duo, I’m so happy for you two I could kiss you!” I cringed. “But I’ll leave that to my shon!” he grabbed Quatre by the shirt and pulled him over to us. “Here ya go, shhon! Now kissh your hushband like a good wife should.”
“Father!” Quatre went red. Chet, Spike, and Jake started to laugh. Arnold looked confused.
“Come on, come on! Don’t keep him waiting!” I decided to humor my drunk father-in-law and I wrapped my arms around Quatre’s waist. I planted a big, wet kiss on his lips in front of almost everyone. Chet, Jake, and Mr. Winner said, “Woohoo!” but Arnold and Spike gasped. “That’s my boy!” Mr. Winner whooped.
Once we unlocked our lips, Quatre dragged his father over to the buffet table and got him some coffee.
~**~
“Wow, we got a lot of presents didn’t we?” I said, eyeing our merchandise. We got a lot of appliances- blender, microwave, toaster, toaster oven, waffle iron, and other utensils. A gift certificate of over 5000 dollars, our own deck of cards, and I got a couple books from the same people on how to beat your opponent at any card game, and the book ‘How to bluff’.
We got lots of cash in “congratulations” cards, bed sheets and pillow cases, a computer, a laptop (for Quatre), a TV, a VCR, a DVD player, a camcorder, some tapes, an air conditioner, and a cage full of exotic birds.
“Yeah, lots of stuff.” Quatre smiled. “Everyone’s so nice.”
“Not as nice as you.” I blurt out. He blushed.
“Aw, Duo…”
Some other weird guy that I’ve never seen before came up to us. He had a cage full of some fluffy little creatures.
“Rabbits for you.” he grinned.
“Uh, thank you.” I took the cage from him and he bounced away. “Nutty as a fruit cake.” Quatre nodded his agreement.
~~**~~
I kicked the door open, and carried my new husband over the threshold. I laid him down onto the bed and sighed. He’s mine now, all mine… no one can have him but me. I took off my bow tie and undid my shirt. Quatre took off his tie as well, but then stopped my hand from undoing anymore buttons.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t get to have a long dance with you at the reception, Duo.”
I took his hand in mine, “That’s ok, Quat. You’re mine anyway.” I smiled. He nodded once, wandered over to the stereo, and turned it on. My eyes lit up as the music began to play. It was one of our favorite slow songs.
“We can dance now without interruptions.” He said.
I wrapped my arms around his middle and pulled him into me, our hungry bodies crashing together. We got into a slow swaying dance and held onto one another tight. He rested his head on my shoulder and I planted a light kiss on his forehead. I heard him sigh and nuzzle more into my neck. He gave me a few small butterfly kisses down my neck; I brought my hand up to his head and ran my fingers through his soft yellow hair.
“Quatre?”
“Hmm?”
“I know this is cliché but I want you to know that I love you- very, very much.”
His hold on me got tighter, “I love you too, Duo. And it’s never cliché for me. I enjoy hearing you say those words.”
I took a hold of his chin, lifted his head up, looked into his eyes for a few breath-taking moments, and then lowered myself down to those luscious lips of his. Our tongues wrestled playfully with one another, and then our dancing hips gave way to thrusting instead. Quatre gasped for air. He touched his forehead to mine, panting slightly and stared into my eyes.
“Are you ready to do some other kind of tango?”
I smiled, and so did my eyes.
“I was born ready, my dearest Quatre. And I was born just for you.”
And then, my friends, we danced the night away.
~~^**^~~
{Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Whoo... whoo... whoo...
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
And the days go by...
Like a strand in the wind...
In the web that is my own...
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby...
Nothin' else mattered
He was no more... than a baby then
Well he... seemed broken hearted...
Something within him
But the moment... that I first laid...
Eyes... on... him... all alone...
On the edge of... seventeen
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo...
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
I went today... maybe I will go again...
Tomorrow
And the music there it was hauntingly...
Familiar
And I see you doing...
What I try to do for me
With the words from a poet...
And the voice from a choir
And a melody... nothing else mattered
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
The clouds... never expect it...
When it rains
But the sea changes colors...
But the sea...
Does not change
And so... with the slow... graceful flow...
Of age
I went forth... with an age old...
Desire... to please
On the edge of... seventeen
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
Well then suddenly...
There was no one... left standing
In the hall... yeah yeah...
In a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Oh I went searchin' for an answer...
Up the stairs... and down the hall
Not to find an answer...
Just to hear the call
Of a nightbird... singing...
Come away... come away...
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo... baby ooo... said ooo
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo... baby ooo... said ooo
Well I hear you in the morning...
And I hear you...
At nightfall...
Sometime to be near you...
Is to be unable... to hear you...
My love...
I'm a few years older than you...
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo}
The End
Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. I will try posting more of my GW fics on here when I get the chance sometime this summer. Cheers!