The Prince Bride

Disclaimer: Neither DBZVelena or ShenLong own in
any way, shape, form or matter any rights to the Movie/Book "The Princess
Bride" All rights remain with Act III Communications and William Goldman,
the appropriate copyright owners. This story is purely for entertainment
purposes, no money is being made here. This fic, "The Prince Bride" is
based on this movie/book but with several twists and Yaoi content. This fic also
contains many direct quotes and scenes from the movie/book.

Rating: Since both stories are rated PG.-13 and this fic is based on them. Most
of the fic will be PG.-13. However be careful to check individual chapters to be
sure. (ShenLong might add a lemon, you never know...)

Warnings: Violence, romance, lime, fluff, cheesy-ness, and lots more.

Pairings: Lots! *snicker*

A Yaoi story based on the Movie/book The Princess Bride and Gundam Wing. This
story is brought to you by the combined efforts of DBZVelena and ShenLong.

Authors note: DBZVelena: Remember when I said I'd steal my bro's TV? Well it's
still here. hehehe. No actually I'm doing all the drafts in a row to save time
and that way you all get ya chaps faster. So enjoy.
ShenLong: *mutter* Slave driver..... *returns to pounding keyboard* :)

Chapter 4 "Rhyming Robbers"

Uncle Howard turned the page.... "Despite Princess Relena's insistence that
Heero would grow to love her Heero could not bring himself to tell her that hell
would be more likely to freeze over first. He kept the fact that he was gay
hidden from her. He figured she didn't need to be privy to that information just
yet... besides he was still trying to understand it himself. The only pleasure
that Heero enjoyed were the long rides he took daily on his horse. More to
escape from the oppressive castle and the screeching whiny voice of his...
future wife...."

Heero took the reins and mounted the prancing black stallion. He ran a soothing
hand along its neck, calming the beast a little. The sound of Princess Relena's
voice could be heard within the castle walls.

"Prince Heero? Prince Heeeerrroooooo..."

The stallion rolled his eyes as the obnoxious noise hit his sensitive ears, he
snorted and pawed the ground impatiently. Heero also winced. "I guess she
grates on you just as much hey Wing?"

The stallion tossed his head.

"Then let us be off my friend." Heero gathered up the reins and
touched his legs to the beasts sides. Instantly Wing exploded in to action. The
groom shrank back against the wall as the horse lunged forward, hind legs
digging deep into the gravel of the stable yard and throwing up rocks and
anything else as his momentum propelled him through the yard and out of the
gates.

Princess Relena stood in the yard doorway and quickly covered her head as a
shower of sand and gravel was thrown upon her from the horses retreating hooves.

The dust settled and Princess Relena looked at her soiled clothing.
"Shit!"

"I think there may be a bit of that mixed in with the sand your
Highness." said the groom helpfully as he stepped forward to assist the
Princess.

Princess Relena gave the groom a withering look. "Let me know when he
returns." she said and stalked off to shower, she wasn't too fond of the
perfume known as Eu-de-Horse manure toilette.

~ * ~

Heero leaned forward over the horses neck, standing in his stirrups he urged the
beast faster and Wing was only to willing to comply. His nostrils flared red as
his legs carried them at a breakneck gallop across the country side. Heero's
hair was tugged by the wind as it whistled past his head and he felt his anger
and some of his despair leave with it. He always felt better after a gallop.
There was nothing quite like the adrenaline rush of feeling such power between
your legs.... Well almost.... but Heero was yet to learn of the other adrenaline
rush that could be found between his legs.

He slowed the panting beast to a walk and entered the cool track of the forest.
He let the animal stride along at his own pace, enjoying the solitude when he
heard a noise from ahead. He took up the reins again and urged Wing to walk
forward. Around the bend in the track he came upon three men and a wagon that
appeared to be stuck in the mud. Heero reined in the horse and took in the
group.

The smallest of the three, a blonde, stepped forward and looked at Heero with
pleading eyes. "Please sir, could you see fit to help us? Our wagon is
stuck fast and we have been trying nearly all day to pull it free. I'm sure with
help from a muscular well built man such as yourself that we will be able to
free it in no time."

Heero scanned the three men again and then nodded. he dismounted and tied Wing
to a tree before returning to the wagon. He stepped up next to the Chinese man
and began to push. He didn't notice until it was too late that the third man,
who had a weird hair style and pointy ears, had disappeared until he slumped
unconscious from a blow to the back of the head.

The Chinese man caught Heero as he fell. "I still say it is an injustice to
do this."

"Shut up." said the blonde Arabian. "I'm not paying you to think,
I'm paying you for your excellent sword skills and knowledge of the seas we will
be crossing."

The tall elf like man turned to the Chinese and took Heero's body from him.
"Just leave it be Wufei." he said in his soft voice.

The three men... two men and one yet to be confirmed man/elf quickly tied Heero
up and placed him in the back of the wagon. Untying Heero's horse they set of in
the wagon which hadn't been stuck at all, to where they had left their sailboat.

When they reached the spot the elf man known as Trowa carefully lifted up Heero
and carried him on board, moving silently so as not to wake the slumbering
Prince. Not that much would have... he was still out cold.

Wufei was busy fetching the last of their things from the wagon when he noticed
the blonde Arabian fiddling with Heero's horse. Knowing the temper, as well as
the odd fetishes the blonde had, he wasn't too sure if he should ask what he was
doing. But he did anyway. "Quatre? What are you doing?"

Quatre spun around. "I'm attaching a bit of an OZ uniform to the saddle,
that way when the horse returns to the Sank Kingdom they will think that OZ has
kidnapped the Prince Heero."

Wufei scratched his chin. "Ummm... Why would you want to do that for?"

Quatre finished attaching the piece of fabric and swatted the horse on the
flank. Wing immediately set off at a gallop for the castle. Quatre turned back
to Wufei and began to walk towards the boat where Trowa was waiting for them.
"I did that because I was hired to start a war between OZ and Sank. And I
personally would like to see Sank sink."

Wufei cocked an eyebrow. "You want to see Sank sunk"

"Yeah. I want to see Oz sink Sank."

"Who needs a spank?" asked Trowa as he took the last of the bags from
Quatre and Wufei and stepped back into the boat.

"I said Sank not spank."

"The boat sank?" queried Wufei.

"No it hasn't. I'm standing in it." Trowa replied wondering what his
companions were going on about.

Quatre rolled his eyes. "Look will you two just stop it? The boat is fine
and no one is getting sanked, sunked, sinked or spanked."

"Aww.. not just a little spank?" Wufei's eyes pleaded along with his
voice.

Trowa just sighed. "Damn!"

Quatre stopped and turned around, hands on hips. "I have told you both
before, business before pleasure. Now why would I want to spank either of you at
the moment? Don't forget what you both were before I found you."

Both Trowa and Wufei's eyes glinted.

"No, not that far back..." Quatre had a pretty good idea of what the
pair had done for a living at some stage in their lives but he preferred not to
think about that. He raised his hand and pointed at the dark Chinese man.
"You were a drunk when I stumbled across you Wufei. You were so far in the
bottle that I had to get an opener to get you out. You were so pissed out of
your mind you couldn't even get up to buy more liquor."

Trowa snickered.

Quatre turned the finger to him. "Don't know why you are laughing bang boy.
You didn't even have a name until I met you and gave you one. Now lets get back
to work." Quatre turned and went to release the lines that held the little
sailboat to the dock. "It's time to head for the cliffs of OZ."

Wufei turned to Trowa who towered over him... a little. "Geese that Quatre
likes to fuss."

"Yeah, It seems he likes to scream at us."

Wufei glanced across at the blonde who's ass was high in the air as he untied
one of the ropes. "I guess he means no harm."

"Got to admit he's a little short on the charm."

Wufei stared at the tall man/elf. "You know you were bred to rhyme."

Trowa smiled down. "Yeah I try to most of the time."

Shaking his head Wufei went to release the bow lines and soon the little sail
boat was free of her moorings and heading out into the ocean to begin her
journey to OZ.

Quatre tried putting his hands over his ears. He stuck his fingers in his ears.
He tried humming with his fingers in his ears. Nothing worked to block out the
continuous stupid rhyming conversation of his companions. Finally in
exasperation he turned to the pair. "Will you two quit it!"

Wufei ignored him and squinted through the mist that had rolled in around them
as night began to fall. "Trowa.... are there rocks ahead?"

Trowa looked up and peered in the direction Wufei indicated. "If there are
then we may soon be dead."

"Arrgghhh! Will you two cut it out!"

Wufei turned to the blonde. "There's no need to shout."

"Look no more rhymes... and this time I mean it!" Quatre felt like he
was losing his grip on sanity.

"All right, all right, no need to throw a fit." replied Wufei, but he
made sure to hide his grin.

Quatre held his head in his hands. "Oh why can't you keep your mouth
shut?"

Trowa looked up and offered forth his hand... "Anyone want a peanut?"

"Aggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"

tbc...........