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Equus	By : Deb Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, it belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. I do own the equines though, please do not take them without permission. Written for pleasure not profit.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, it belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. I just borrow the guys from time to time and return them a whole lot happier. I do own the plot and any other characters, especially the equines, that you will find in this fic. Please do not take them without permission. Written for pleasure not profit.
Pairing: 2x1x2, 3x4, 13x6, H+C
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, sap, angst, vet themes, AU
Rating: NC 17

Betaed by Sakura *snugs*
Summary: Having achieved his goal of riding at the Olympics, success has opened many new doors for Heero. Having left Treize's employ, Heero is now his own boss and with Duo's support Heero sets out to make his own mark in the equine business world.
Dedication: to all my lovely readers who have asked for a continuation of this 'Universe'.
Fic 4 in the Equine Intervention Arc.
Commenced December 2011 - ShenLong

“Equus”
Chapter 31
“Bring her through, Trowa,” Duo said and held the door to the consulting room open for the animal shelter owner.
Straining against the lead Trowa held in his hand was Lucky, the dog having suffered through the last six weeks since her operation with a plaster cast on her leg. Now it was the moment of truth, time for the cast to come off and see if the leg had healed correctly.
“How has she been?” Duo asked as Trowa lifted the dog onto the examination table.
“She's been good. Eating like a horse and taking weight on the leg even with the cast on.”
“That's good.” Duo checked the dog's vitals, doing his best to avoid the tongue bath that Lucky seemed equally as determined to give him. “Everything is normal.”
“That's good.” Trowa ruffled the dog's ears.
“I'd like to get an x-ray of the leg before I remove the cast. More to check on how the bones have healed and how the pins and plate are holding up.”
“No problem.”
“This way then.”
Fifteen minutes later Duo had his x-rays. Slotting them onto the light board he studied the images intently, Trowa hanging over his shoulder and taking a look. Although he wasn't as well versed in x-ray images as what Duo was, Trowa knew a little bit about them. He could clearly see the pins and plate that Duo and Hilde had put in when they'd re-fractured the leg, the small bits of metal ensuring the bones healed the proper way this time.
“It's all looking really good,” Duo said with a smile.
“From what I can make out the bones appear to have healed up well,” Trowa affirmed.
“Yes, they have. In fact, they've healed much better than I'd expected. That cast can certainly come off today and I'd say the pins and plate could come out in about another twelve months.”
“Wonderful news. You hear that, Lucky?” Trowa bent down to pet the dog. “That stiff, awkward cast can come off today and you'll soon be building the muscles back up in that leg.”
“Woof!” Lucky had no idea of course of anything Trowa had said, but the man's voice radiated warmth and happiness so Lucky took that to be a sign that something was good. She licked Trowa's hand.
“Okay, I'll need her back on the table to remove the cast. I don't know how she will react to the noise of the saw, but I will need you to keep her perfectly still. If she's going to move around or is scared, I'll sedate her,” Duo said and turned to the cupboards where most of the equipment was kept.
Trowa duly lifted the dog back onto the table and lay her on her side. Lucky wasn't too keen on that and wanted to get up and play, but Trowa held her firm and spoke in a soothing tone to the dog. Lucky soon settled.
“I'll turn it on first and see how she reacts to the noise.”
Trowa nodded and Duo turned the small saw on. The room was instantly filled with noise, not too loud but loud enough to cause an animal a little discomfort. Lucky squirmed and tried to climb into Trowa's arms, but a few soft, soothing words soon had her fears banished and she lay on her side once more.
“I think she will be okay now, Duo.”
“I”ll be quick,” Duo promised and moved closer with the saw. Grasping the dog's leg in one hand he brought the blade to the cast and deftly cut down it. Seconds later the saw was turned off and silence filled the room.
“That's it?” Trowa asked and blinked. He wasn't sure if Duo had cut the cast or if there had been a power failure, it all happened so fast.
“Yup, I've cut the cast. Now to remove it.” Having placed the saw back on the bench, Duo returned to the dog. “Just hold her tightly, I'll need to put a bit of pressure on both sides of the cast to pull it apart and get it off.”
“No problem.”
Once Trowa had Lucky in what Duo could have sworn was a half nelson head lock, he grasped both sides of the plaster cast and began to pull it apart. After a bit of effort, the cast gave and split neatly into two halves. The gauze bandage that had been placed over the wounds after surgery to act as a barrier between the plaster and the skin was peeled off gently to expose the hind leg in all its glory.
Picking up the Betadine, Duo washed the area over and then proceeded to take a good look at how the incisions had healed.
The dissolving stitches had done their job well, the skin having knitted back beautifully and the stitches now gone. The hair was also starting to grow back and Duo estimated it would be about another two weeks and the hair would be the same length as the rest of the dog's coat.
“Well?” Trowa asked.
“It's all looking great, Trowa. Wounds have healed beautifully and the hair is already starting to grow back. Let her stand up for a moment and then we can pop her on the floor to see how she goes once I've had a feel of that leg.”
Trowa did as requested, standing Lucky up on the table where Duo went over the entire length of her hind leg with his skilled fingers. Satisfied, he gave Trowa the nod to put her on the floor.
At first Lucky was a little reluctant to put the paw to the ground. Having been in the cast for six weeks she had gotten used to the extra weight of that leg and her body had compensated for it. Now that extra weight was gone and she was feeling a little unbalanced.
“It will probably take her a couple of hours to get used to not having the cast on,” Duo informed Trowa, “but everything appears to be just fine.”
Both men watched the dog for a few more minutes, Lucky deciding that a sniff around the consulting room was in order. As she wandered around and made snuffling noises she began to take more and more weight on her leg.
“Are you going to re-home her?” Duo asked as he cleaned up the consulting room a bit whilst Lucky continued to sniff around and get used to her leg again.
“Yes. Now that the cast is off I'll give her a couple of weeks to get settled and once I'm sure she's okay with it all I'll start to look at possible homes for her,” Trowa replied.
“I don't think you'll have much trouble at all in finding her a new home.”
“I don't think so either. She's a sweet dog, genuinely affectionate and intelligent too. I've done a little basic training with her and she's quick to learn. I think she would suit a family myself.”
“Well, you would know. Once she does have a new home please let the owners know that she should be brought back in roughly twelve months for those pins and plate to be removed. There won't be any charge for the operation, it's all been covered already by the R.S.P.C.A. If they can't bring her here they are welcome to take her to another vet, but they will need to advise the other vet of what has happened so he can call me for the case history.”
“No problem, Duo. Once she is re-homed, I'll let you know who the new owners are anyway.”
“Thanks, Trowa.”
“Any further news on the two horses and the cat?”
Trowa chuckled. “Yowzer is settling into his new home really well, to the point where he's ruling the roost.”
The cat had been adopted by a childless couple just three weeks ago. After contacting the R.S.P.C.A. in regards to locating a cat that needed a home, the Society had put them onto Trowa who had quite a few cats looking for homes. The couple had arrived on the Saturday morning and Trowa had shown them the cats that were currently looking for a new home. Once they spotted Yowzer and heard his history, they were smitten. The paperwork had been dealt with, a cat carrier produced and Yowzer was off on his way to his new home.
“Did he?”
Trowa shook his head in the negative. “Rotten swine never made so much as a murmur when they drove off.”
Duo couldn't help the laugh. Yowzer had howled all the way back to the surgery when Trowa had brought him in to be de-sexed, the animal shelter owner having resorted to a couple of thick wads of cotton wool in his ears to keep his sanity and hearing intact. The trip home had been much quieter, mainly as Yowzer was still feeling groggy from the anesthetic.
“The two geldings are doing really well and I don't think it will be too much longer before the Society places them in new homes as well,” Trowa said.
Zechs had finished with the veterinary side of the treatment, the equines' injuries having healed very well. Now it was just the mental scarring that had to be fixed. Duo hoped that whoever took the horses was as sympathetic to them as what Heero was being with Nataku.
“They could take a little longer to place as their needs are a bit more special and the Society will be certain to pair them up with the right type of owner,” Trowa said, understanding where Duo's thoughts had strayed.
“Yeah, it could be a bit of a challenge there, but I know the society will do the right thing by them both.”
“If they can't find a suitable home for them the Society will just take them out to the farm and retire them there.”
The R.S.P.C.A. had a large property out in the country that everyone referred to as 'the farm' where any animals that couldn't be re-homed for whatever reason, but were still well enough to live happily, were sent to finish their days in 'retirement'.
“Well, I'd best be on my way. Looks like she's a lot more comfortable on that leg now and we've taken up more than enough of your time, Duo. Thank you again for all you've done for Lucky.” Trowa bent and clipped the leash to the dog's collar.
“You're welcome, Trowa. It's always nice to see this end of the cases though,” Duo returned with a grin and opened the door.
Having bade their farewells, Duo returned to the surgery to finish the morning consults.
* * *
“Hey,” Duo said as Heero entered the cottage. “I was just about to make some lunch. You want a sandwich?”
A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around Duo's waist and several kisses were placed upon the back of his neck. “I'd rather have you but I guess a sandwich will have to suffice.”
Duo couldn't help himself and moaned softly as he rubbed his backside against the bulge in Heero's jodhpurs. “I'd love to accommodate you too, but I don't think we really have the time right now.”
“Unfortunately, I have to agree with you there. If we do start something I'd at least like to enjoy it and not rush it.”
“Mmm, same here. How about a rain check?”
“That's a promise.” Reluctantly Heero let his lover go and went to wash up. Returning, he found a plate of sandwiches on the table and a cup of coffee ready for him.
Taking his seat opposite, Duo helped himself to a sandwich and took a bite. Chewing and swallowing he reached for another. “How is everything coming along down in the stables?”
“All on schedule,” Heero replied.
“You need a hand with anything?”
At the moment I'm okay, but if you could spare some time a little later I could do with a hand to sort out the gear and get it all packed into the goose-neck, please?”
“Ahh, the gear that grows,” Duo snickered.
“Yeah, well,” Heero began and then gave up and shrugged sheepishly. He couldn't help it if he tended to pack too many spares.
“Are any of the others giving you a hand?”
“Both Carl and June are washing their horses, Frank's doing his own thing with Jester and I haven't seen Stefan at all as yet.”
Since Duo's talk with Heero regarding Stefan, Heero had made certain that Duo was never alone in the other man's presence. He'd started to keep a much sharper eye on the other man and had noticed how Stefan's eyes would follow Duo whenever the vet was around. He'd also noted Stefan trying to get closer to Duo when he thought the vet was alone or with company that wasn't taking any notice of him. Heero had soon stepped in though and if he wasn't mistaken, he could swear he'd seen a look of frustration on Stefan's face on more than one occasion when he'd been thwarted of spending time alone with Duo.
Not that Heero disbelieved his lover, on the contrary, Heero had no reason to doubt Duo's words. Since he'd been paying closer attention to Stefan, he'd also picked up on the subtle advances towards Duo.
It made his blood boil and his vision turn green.
“Just as long as he doesn't turn up and offer to help me with the gear,” Duo growled.
“Don't worry, I'll be there with you.”
“How do you think they will all go tomorrow?” Duo asked, changing the subject.
“Each one of them has a good chance of finishing in the top three, it all depends on the courses and how the horses are feeling.”
“They're all gonna go out there and knock everyone's socks off,” Duo stated with a grin.
“I hope so,” came Heero's reply.
Heero had entered Orion, Lunar and Shinigami in the Baxendale Show. Orion had upgraded from Novice and was now in D grade. The gelding had only competed at this level at one show so far and done well to finish in fifth place. Heero had been pleased with the black's result as the course had been quite a demanding one. Luna was consistent in her jumping and only needed two more points to upgrade to B grade; Heero hoped to have those two points at tomorrow's show. Shini was still in top form and regularly placing in the top three whenever Heero took him out. Unfortunately there wasn't a Novice class which meant Wing would be staying home.
In one way Heero was glad of that. It got quite tiring 'juggling' horses and courses as Heero had found out. Wing was coming along nicely, Heero pleased with the colt's progress so far. With Shinigami still jumping well and likely to continue to do so for another three or four seasons yet, Heero saw no reason to rush Wing through the grades.
Frank and Jester had improved in leaps and bounds under Heero's tutelage. The stallion was still quite a 'hot' horse but Frank had listened carefully during his lessons and applied what Heero was teaching him. Consequently Jester settled more readily for Frank and the pair were forming a strong connection together. Heero had no doubts the pair would be A grade by the next season.
Finishing his sandwich, Heero swallowed the last of his coffee and decided he'd better get his ass back to the stables to start on sorting through the gear. He got up and moved around the table to where Duo still sat, finishing his coffee. Heero lowered his head and stole Duo's lips in a warm kiss. “I'll see you down the stables shortly,” he whispered against Duo's lips before kissing his partner once more.
“Mmm, yeah. I'll be down in about another hour or so,” Duo replied with a soft smile.
“Love you.”
“Love you too, Duo.”
*
The stables were a hive of activity when Duo finally made his way there just over an hour later. June had washed Orion and was busy brushing the black coat until it shone. The woman was now four and a half months into her pregnancy and starting to show. Duo had heard of the saying that women seemed to glow when they were pregnant, but in June's case she was positively radiant.
June still came to the stables on a regular basis and liked to help out with things in general. At first Heero had protested loudly that she shouldn't be doing any work as she was a paying client. The woman had soon dismissed that and continued to help out, stating she enjoyed feeling useful. In the end, Heero had given up.
With June now showing in her pregnancy, Heero had once again voiced his objections to her doing chores around the stables, this time he had the back up of Carl and the fact that her pregnancy was advancing. It amused Duo to no end to watch the pair of them around June and he'd often shared a quiet snicker on the side with June herself as to the guys' overprotective streak.
June was no fool though and didn't attempt to do anything that she knew she wouldn't be capable of or would put either her health or her baby at risk.
“Hey, June,” Duo greeted as he entered the stables. “How long have you been brushing him for? He looks like patent leather,” Duo teased. “I'm sure I can see my face in his coat.”
“If you can then I've done the job of grooming him properly,” June fired back with a smile. “Can't have him going out and competing without looking his best.”
“Yeah, I guess he's gotta do his excellent rider justice,” Duo continued to banter with the woman and then ducked as she tossed the curry comb at him.
“Hey! No fair, I'm unarmed,” Duo retorted.
“No you're not, you had two arms the last time I looked at you,” June quipped.
Duo rolled his eyes.
“If you two have quite finished, Heero asked if you could give him a hand in the tack room, Duo,” Carl said with a smirk.
“Suppose I'd better go help him out, that's why I'm here after all,” Duo said.
“You might want to say a prayer or two before you enter; last I saw, Heero was almost buried by a mountain of gear,” Carl said with a shake of his head.
Duo made a tsking sound. “You'd think I'd have trained him out of that by now. Guess not. Oh well, if I'm not back out here in another hour, send in the sniffer dogs would you?”
“You got it,” Carl said with a grin. “Nice knowing you.”
With a snort, Duo turned and headed for the tack room and his over zealous partner.
Reaching the door, Duo stopped and peered around the jamb. In the middle of the tack room stood Heero, surrounded by gear. Saddles, bridles, brushes, saddle blankets, lead ropes, halters, buckets all sat in a pile. Duo rolled his eyes and stepped into the mess. “Is it safe?” he asked.
“Duo, thanks for coming to give me a hand,” Heero said. “I think I've got all I need but I'd be grateful if you'd do a double check for me.” Heero sighed as he looked over the pile of gear.
“No problem, leave it all to me. I'll have you sorted out in a jiffy,” Duo replied and approached the pile that seemed to grow the nearer he got to it. “Stand back and let the master work,” Duo stated and after another look over the pile, he got to work.
Fifteen minutes later, Duo had reduced the pile down by a good half. Dusting his hands off against his jeans, Duo stepped back and surveyed his handiwork. “Much better,” he proclaimed. “Okay, Heero, that's it. There's just the haynets to fill up but the rest is ready to load into the goose-neck.”
Heero eyed the newly sorted pile of gear and had to admit that Duo had done it again. He smiled. “Thanks.”
“No problem. I'll start ferrying this lot out and pack it all away whilst you go fill up the haynets if you like?”
“If you don't mind, that would be great. I'll come and give you a hand once I'm done with the hay.”
“Okay.” Duo turned back to the pile and started the first of several trips out to the goose-neck.
Duo was on his third trip, arms full of saddlery when a low whistle stopped him in his tracks. He peered over the top of the pile to see Frank grinning at him. “Hey, Frank,” Duo greeted.
“Hi, Duo. Shit, Heero does believe in taking a ton of gear with him, doesn't he?”
“You should have seen the pile before,” Duo replied. “If Heero took all he thinks he will need there wouldn't be any room for the horses in there!”
Frank laughed. “You sure he wasn't a boy scout?”
“Not that I'm aware of, but he might as well have been,” Duo snickered.
“Compared to that, I travel light,” Frank stated with a pointed look at the trunk of his car where his gear for the show was packed neatly. There didn't seem to be much at all.
“Don't let Heero see that or he'll be trying to talk you into taking spares for spares.”
“Who's taking spares for spares?” came Heero's voice as he appeared with three haynets in his hands.
“No one, we're just chatting in general,” Duo replied. “I'd better shift if I want to have all this packed in before dark. I'll see you later, Frank.”
“You can count on it. You're coming to the show, aren't you?”
“Yeah. Someone has to play the part of sanity keeper,” Duo chuckled.
Frank shared in the laughter.
* * *
“That's everything,” Heero said as he hung his jacket in the suit bag and zipped it up. The bag was hung on the back of the kitchen door so Heero wouldn't forget it in the morning.
“Got your boots?” Duo asked from where he was plating their dinner.
“Already by the door.”
“Good, now come and eat.”
They ate their dinner in companionable silence, Heero running a mental check that he had everything he would need for the show, Duo doing a similar thing only adding his pager to the list.
“You sure you don't mind coming to the show tomorrow?” Heero asked, breaking their thoughts.
“Of course not. I'll have my pager with me and I'm taking my own car so if there is an emergency I can be contacted and leave if necessary.”
It was Duo's rostered Sunday to be on call. The practice didn't get much in the way of call outs or emergencies on a Sunday and Duo hoped it would remain that way for the 'morrow. If by chance he was needed, he would have his own car and be able to leave the show and attend the emergency. It just meant that Heero would have to cope by himself.
“I hope you don't get called away.”
“So do I, Heero, but if I do I'm sure you can handle things by yourself. Although you will have Carl and June there too.”
“I know, but I prefer to have you.”
“Heero, you say the sweetest things.” Duo blushed at his lover's words.
With a smirk on his lips, Heero finished his meal, eyes watching Duo intently.
Duo knew his lover's gaze was upon him and he did his best not to squirm and ignore it. Eventually it got to him too much. “What?” he asked as he placed his flatware on the plate, meal finished.
“Nothing,” Heero replied, his gaze turning sultry.
Duo felt the heat beginning to rise from his chest and creep up his neck. “Uh, why are you staring at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you want me for dessert.”
“Maybe I do,” came the husky tone that immediately went to Duo's groin. “You promised me a rain check if I remember correctly.”
“Oh, fuck,” Duo groaned, his cock swelling in his pants.
“I think that can be arranged.”
Heero was up and around the table before Duo was aware he'd moved. Lips crushed against his own as Heero's tongue begged entrance. When they broke for air, Duo was so hard he hurt. “Bedroom,” he managed to breathe out.
Somehow they managed to stumble their way from the kitchen, along the passageway and into the bedroom. Heero's hands were roaming over Duo's body as they continued to kiss, almost tripping over each other's feet in their haste to meet the bedroom.
Smokey had been curled up on the comforter amid the stuffed animals when she heard her masters approach. The cat took one look at the pair and high tailed it out of the room. She'd been almost squashed a couple of times and had learnt her lesson well.
Neither Heero nor Duo were aware of the cat and her hasty departure.
Hands slipped underneath Duo's shirt to caress the warm skin, Duo's fingers finding their way over Heero's jodhpur clad rear and tracing patterns across the fabric. Soft moans and panting escaped mouths as the desire was driven ever higher.
Clothes were gradually removed, even Heero's usually skin tight jodhpurs peeling away with little resistance. With both men finally naked, they fell to the bed to continue their explorations of each others body.
Fingers roamed across heated skin leaving goose bumps in their wake. Lips and tongue went on journeys of discovery, mapping out familiar territory while the musk of arousal hung thickly in the air.
Slick fingers found their target and preparation soon followed. Once muscles were compliant, a golden skinned back was pressed into the mattress, blue eyes hiding behind lids as the body experienced the coming home of its lover. A moment to adjust, sharp breaths in an endeavor to steady nerves already taut with need and desire before a steady rhythm was begun.
With each inward thrust, Duo was pushed higher and higher, beneath him, Heero was also experiencing unadulterated pleasure, his moans and pleas for more echoing around the bedroom walls. Duo began to speed up a little and somehow retained enough of his mind to reach between their straining bodies and curl around Heero's erection.
Each man lost himself to the pleasure of loving and being loved.
Knowing the end was rising rapidly to meet him, Duo angled his hips and managed to strike Heero's prostate. The rider cried out with the extra stimulation and with another couple of pumps to his cock, he exploded over Duo's hand and his own stomach.
Heero's fall into nirvana triggered Duo's and the vet screamed his passion as his seed erupted into Heero's channel. The wave of orgasm hit both men hard and it was a couple of minutes before either one began to return to the real world. Duo collapsed against Heero who cuddled his lover close and feathered kisses along the sweaty neck.
Content to simply hold and be held, they soon drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
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tbc...
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