Gundam ShadowStalker

(BOO! -Snickers.- There is lemon in this chapter and while it might not be great, I'm still practicing so give me a break, yo! Lol. This is a warning though. I am beginning college VERY soon so I will hopefully post on Wednesdays only from now on. If it takes longer than that I appologize, but school work is demanding. Much thanks to InuGuardian and NoodleZombie for being consistant readers of my story. It makes my little black heart all warm with the fuzzies. Now, on to Chapter Seven! -Gong tones.- )

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Wufei sighed as they reported what had transpired to Une. When this Zane Shadowhound passed out it took Quatre a good minute to pry the sobbing boy away from the down man. What had shocked them all was when the gundam pilot saved Damien's life and even stood up against them severly wounded to keep the boy from harm. Now he was in Preveter HQ being treated under the watchful eye of Sally Poe and Damien refused to move from his side.

" There are no files on Zane Shadowhound," Yuy's voice broke his consentration and he brought his attention back to the present.

Une had a contemplative look on her face as she reviewed their reports. " So, the gundam is hidden away here and the pilot was almost fataly wounded in battle. But he is alive and so is the boy he protected, your nephew I believe, Quatre?"

"Yes," he answered. " His mother and father were murdered by an unknown assasilant and Damien said that this Zane saved him from a possible...rape."

A folder was slid forward from Trowa whose face a set in an expressionless mask. " These are filed we recovered from the Gundam's mainframe."

"ShadowStalker, hm," she murmured, reading over the papers rapidly with interest. Her eyes widened for a moment then she frowned. " It says here that ShadowStalker was created by an organization called the Juggernaughts. Ah, I think I've heard of them before. Small ragtag group of soldiers, mostly green, and under the command of a single man on L-7. Supossedly they were to guard the colony and their inhabitants, but it seems as though there is more to their story."

Quatre's hand was placed over his space heart and they all frowned when he spoke. " I do not believe that Shadowhound intends to harm Earth or the Colonies."

" Are you sure of that Agent Winner," Une asked.

Blue eyes hardened. " Yes Lady Une, I am completely sure of that. The only bad feelings I felt from him were towards the man in the red mobile suit and towards us when he thought we were a threat to my nephew. Which also leads me to the conclusion that he did not know Damien's true name, thus he wasn't the one who killed my family."

Duo nodded, his violet eyes bright as he leaned forward. " I think we should keep him around," when eyes glared at him he waved his hands quickly. " Not without one or two of us guarding him of course, just to see how he acts because strangely enough, I agree with Q-ball on this one. He doesn't seem like a bad guy to me."

"Protecting the child could have been an act," when Quatre shook his head the Chinese youth gave in graciously. " What I don't understand is why he let everyone believe he was a terrorist instead of coming to the proper authorities for help?"

"Have you forgotten the last war so easily, Wufei? At one point you were all labled the same," the five stared at Une as she spoke. " Just like the young man in our custody you stayed hidden from the public eye and elliminated Oz forces one after another. I am starting to see that he doesn't want war, but to prevent it from occuring again."

Trowa stood. " This Shadowhound saved the life of an innocent at the cost of his own. That alone garners some doubt about him aiming to destroy us, but it was also the life of Quatre's young relation. I say we give him a chance."

Listening to the uncharacteristicly long speech from the silent man Une consented. " 'Innocent until proven guilty', correct? Fine. He shall be your charge until it is evident that he is not a hazard to Earth's security."

"Mission accepted."

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It was as though there were weights pinned on his eyelids. Zane fought to open his eyes and barely managed to unseal them before shutting them again with a hiss. What had he told his mother oh so long ago? 'Bright lights were the work of the devil'. The second time around he passed that obstical and scanned the room. White prevaded his vision, so he must be in a hospital of some sort.

"Ah, your finally awake are you," he held back a flinch at the light feminine voice.

The woman who spoke had medium brown hair and bright baby blues. She smiled at him, glancing down at the clipboard in her hands, and placing a hand against his froehead. "Who're you?"

"My name is Sally Po and I am your doctor. You don't have a fever, but I need to check for a concussion now that your aware." A bright flashlight made his eyes water and she jotted something down.

"Nope, no concussion. You were very lucky that whatever pierced your right side didn't puncture your lung. All together you have two broken ribs, a small gash by your temple, fractures in both of your arms and left leg, with a nice black eye to finish. Would you like me to give you some medication for the pain?"

Zane focused on her collar; a Preveter's pin was laid smartly against the white. So he'd been captured, huh? He was sure Commander Une was getting a kick out of this and wondered how long he had before they tossed him in a cell. " No thank you, Ms. Po."

She giggled. " My aren't you polite for a big bad killer. Just call me Sally Mr. Shadowhound, everyone else does."

"Alright Sally," he smiled, but it felt more like a grimace. " Then no 'Mr', please?"

Sitting up was a task, especially when the nice young woman turned stern on him, but he managed by using the Anderson charm. As she softened slightly he chuckled; it always worked on his mother when dad did something wrong. A beaming smile and puppy dog eyes was all it took. She grabbed a phone, talking into it quickly, and he guessed that she was informing her superior of his awakening. Ah well, the nice fluffy bed and company was good while it lasted.

The hospital door opened it record time. Seven people walked in, the first of whom ran to his bedside and searched him over throughly. When Quatre firmly said," Damien," he took a real good look at the kid. He could spot the family resemblance a mile away from the high cheek bones to their porchaline skin.

Zane snarled. " Damien, huh? So ya lied to me ya little brat?!"

Everyone tensed except for the boy, who blinked back tears and grabbed his hand hesitantly. When he continued to glare Damien sniffled and one fat droplet rolled down his cheek. " I'm sorry..."

A gentle finger brushed away the tear and Damien looked up at a smirking Zane. " Come on kid, give me a break. If I were your age, facing a strange man with a gun, I'd do the same thing. No biggie," he ruffled the black locks affectionately.

Damien launched himself onto the bed and wrapped his arms tightly around the older man. Zane winced, patting his back and dislodging the leech from his fragile bones. " Take it easy! I'd rather not have my ribs sticking out of my skin; I've heard it's really painful and definately not a way to go."

A smart blow on the back of the head had him gaping at the now angry boy who crossed his arms over his chest. June, or Damien actually, glared at him and tapped his foot on the floor. " What'd I do to deserve that?"

" Because your a stubborn idiot," came the prompt reply and Zane's eyes widened.

" I'm not stubborn," he sputtered indignantly, but mentioned nothing about being an idiot to the amusement of everyone in the room.

Damien opened his mouth to retort and blushed when his stomach let out a demanding growl instead. Zane snickered along with Duo while the others just smiled. " Go get something to eat, kid."

When he hesitated, shooting looks between the wounded man and the pilots behind him, Trowa bent down until they were eye level. " We just want to talk to him and nothing else."

The boy still didn't look reassured, but he gave Zane one backwards glance and left. Sally politely excused herself as well, but not before giving everyone a warning. " You hurt my patient, I'll kick your asses," then she pointed a finger at him. " If you get out of that bed I will tie you to it."

" Promises, promises. Didn't know doctors were allowed to get kinky with their patients," Zane waggled his eyebrows lewdly. She didn't return his smile, but he could here her quiet laughter from behind the door.

The braided pilot bounced over to him and took a seat on his bed. " The names Duo Maxwell, but you already knew that. I run and hide, but never tell a lie," he thrust his hand forward.

Staring at it for a moment he grasped the warm hand firmly. " Zane Shadowhound."

Duo beamed at him then raced around the the others. " The two kill-you-with-a-look guys are Trowa and Heero. The angry Chinese man over there is Wuffers, and the cute blonde is Quatre Winner."

" Maxwell! My name is Wu-FEI, not Wuffers!"

Introduction time was officially over when the pilots faced him. Zane met their stares, refusing to back down or be intimidated, and kept his expression blank. Quatre decided to begin the inquisition. " Why are you here?"

" Well, that's a long story that involves seven mobile suits attacking me in the middle of nowhere-"

"Cut the crap," Change growled fiercely. " We know how you got here, but why are you on earth with a gundam?!"

Zane's eyes narrowed. " Classified."

" You do realize that if you don't talk you will be thrown in prison and sentenced to death," the uni-banged pilot stated.

Cold golden brown orbs met emerald and the man smirked. " I am well aware of that, Agent Barton."

Quatre frowned. His space heart was having trouble locking on to this pilot's emotions, but he could feel pain and a tidal wave of white hot fury -not directed at them- that made him breathless. " Did you murder my sister Gloria, her husband, and kinapped my nephew from his home?"

"No." Now the anger was directed at him.

" Why did you save Damien if you weren't going to use him as a hostage," Duo asked rather harshly and when Zane didn't answer he went on. " The Winners are a very wealthy and I think you saved the kid just to have a barganing chip so you wouldn't go to jail."

The black haired man turned his head away. " Think what you want."

Heero advanced toward him. " Do you wish to harm the people of Earth and on the Colonies?"

"Some yes," he clipped, eyes wary as the man continued to approach him. " All, no."

"Who is F?"

The blonde gasped as images flowed into his mind. The were blurry and barely indesipherable, but he could clearly tell these were Zane's memories. A young woman that would pass for the man's twin sister laughing with her friends. An old man wearing a lab coat with a mechanical right eye sneering at him. Agony as poison plunged into his viens and he was told to fight it off or he would die. The bloody missions, beatings, a whip whistling through the air and connecting with flesh. F bragging about ShadowStalker and speaking of Operation DeathStrike, the plan to destroy the Colonies. Taking the ebony gundam out of Juggernaut hands and crash landing on Earth.

He was released and came back to the present. Shivering he looked up at the concerned eyes of his lover and shook his head. There would be no comfort for him until this was over. With determination he shook off the lingering twitches from the memories and stared into unreadable light brown. " There was never any plan to annihilate Earth, was there?"

The man refused to answer again, but Quatre could target his emotions now. Surprise was the dominant feeling, but disbelief, slight anxiety, and wonder almost made him smile.

All of his fellow pilots were staring at him. " How do you know this, Quatre?"

" I can't explain it," he answered softly, puzzled himself at the turn of events. " Yet I know that Zane is innocent and the man we are looking for has a mechanical eye. Operation DeathStrike: to elliminate colonies 1 through 6 with a series of attacks by mobile suits. The gundam was to take out all of the major military bases under the misconception that they were mobilizing to begin another war with Earth. Leaving the colonies defenseless against invasion."

" This F was going to let the blame fall to you," Wufei said to the silent man. He snarled when he wasn't even acknowledged. " Why are you protecting unjust scum who was willing to let you murder millions of innocent people and die for it?!"

" He's not protecting him," Quatre interupted and said knowingly to Zane. " You were tortured by this man and his associates. Experimented on countless times, thrown into missions that were suicide, bea-"

" Shut your goddamned mouth," he finally reacted by yelling furiously. " My life is none of your fucking business, blondie, so stay out of it! If not I'll show you exactly why I don't like my privacy invaded!"

Sally burst into the room with an angry frown on her face. " What the hell is going on in here? While he might still be under survilance, I won't have you five causing my patient unncessary stress, so whatever you have to say can wait until tomorrow."

" But Sally," Duo backed off when she gave him a slashing look. " Alright, alright. We'll come back later then."

" Tomorrow."

The tallest pilot agreed to keep the peace. " Tomorrow it is."

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" What was that all about Q?"

Said blonde sighed, messaging his temples firmly. " I really have no idea. This is unlike anything I've ever experienced before...but I could see his memories. A very select few that were brought on when you mentioned the man named F, Heero."

The messy haired Asian nodded. " Shadowhound said that name when he was unconcious."

" What did you see, little one," Trowa asked, hands gently rubbing out the tension from his partner's shoulders.

Taking a moment to recollect himself he replied. " A young woman who resembled Zane; maybe his twin. I witnessed the...torture. It was almost exactly what Heero went through with J, except they beat him. Whips, knives, gun shot wounds, lasers...the list of weapons used on him goes on. And the plan. I saw the moment Zane found out what that...fiendish piece of shit's intentions were."

Duo whistled. " He stole the gundam away from those bastards and brought it here. Okay, I can understand revenge, but one man against hundreds isn't very smart."

" But a man with a gundam," Wufei intergected thoughtlyfully. " A new model that has unknown capabilities that might surpass even our gundams can do serious damage to the out-of-date mobile suits. Shadowhound wants to take them out alone and deal justice to those who have wronged him."

" Which is why he doesn't want aid with his mission. No casulaties except for them and eventually himself."

" Heero is right," Trowa said as they pulled into the drive way. They walked into the house and sat around the kitchen table. " Once he is finished he will more than likely self-destruct."

" We can't let that happen," the resolute tone of Quatre's voice gave him their attention. " Even when he threatened me I could tell that he was heistant. We all have secrets and he wanted to protect them, just like us. In time I am positive he mesh with our little family. "

" You felt that too," Duo exclaimed. " I thought I was the only one. It's almost like I can feel a connection with the guy."

Wufei snorted. " He's a fellow gundam pilot, of course we can connect with him...but I felt it as well."

" Sally said that he can be released either tomorrow or the day after so we need to get the spare room ready," with that the uni-banged pilot stood and left.

Quatre yawned and decided to follow his lover to bed. " Get some sleep, we all have a busy day tomorrow. Goodnight."

Saying their goodnights Duo went into his room to take a shower. He relaxed as the warm water beat down on his back and took pressure off of the knots. Strong hands began kneeding his shoulders and he moaned gratefully. Feather light kisses were placed on his neck and he smiled. " We haven't taken a shower together in a while, huh?"

Heero didn't answer. Instead he turned his lover around and pressed their lips together roughly, tounge caressing the insides of that silken cavern. Duo whimpered, legs weakening as the passionate kiss enflamed him. He wrapped his arms tightly around Heero's neck and pressed their bodies flush against each other.

Breaking the kiss he ducked his head, licking and nibbling down the toned chest, then zoned in on the hardned pink nubs. He bit down on one and his hand tweaked the other gently before he dropped to his knees. Nuzzling the dark mat of curls he took the engorged head between his lips and sucked.

Heero growled, lust darkening his eyes to blue sapphires, and he unwond the long braid. With a smirk Duo took the entire length into his mouth, moaning at the musky smell that was only his lover. He swept his tongue over the slit, relishing the tight grip on his scalp, and bobbed his head in earnest.

Glazed violet eyes stared into heated blue and Duo released everything except the head. The talented tongue swirled around it. Suddenly he was pulled to his feet, demanding lips attaking his, and hot fingers teased his arousal. " H-hee-chan..."

"What do you want, koi," Heero asked even as he slowly brought his hand up and down the hardness. Duo cried out, his hips bucking to get more of that delicious friction, but the steely arm held him in place.

" Do you want me to go faster," the hand quickly pumped him then returned to that slow pace. He smirked at the moan of frustrastion and bent down to breathe heavily in his ear. " Do you want me on my knees sucking your cock or...," the chocked scream from Duo as his finger circling his puckered hole made him painfully hard. " Do you want me to fuck you hard against the wall?"

Duo nearly sobbed as he answered. " ...Please...want you...need you.." The hand abandoned his erection and he whined out a protest.
Then his back was slammed against the wall. He wrapped his legs around Heero's waist to keep from falling and nibbling on the earlobe nearest his mouth. The ears were hotspots on his lover and he exploited them relentlessly.

Groaning Heero slipped one finger inside of the tight heat, moving it in and out, grinding their erections together. As he took a nipple into his mouth, he located the sweet spot with his finger, and bit down at the same time he prodded it sharply.

" Ahh," Duo gasped, arching his back and pushing his hips down onto that finger. Pleasure skittered across his senses. " More," he panted, and moaned as another finger joined the first.

Pumping them up into the tight heat rapidly Heero whispered in Duo's ear. " Do you want me?"

" Yes! Oh Gods please!"

They both groaned as Heero pushed into him in one smooth, slow thrust. Growling as the walls encasing his manhood contracted he pulled out until only his head remained inside and painstankingly thrust back in. He took it slow, rocking their bodies against the wall, and savored the feeling of the grip around him. Grasping Duo's weeping cock he stroked it in time with his hips.

" Faster. Move damnit," he tossed his head from side to side.When his sweet spot was touched he wailed, pushing down wantonly.

With a growl Heero complied with his lover's request and pound into him unmercifully. He grabbed one leg and held it up, changing the angle of his thrusts so he hit that spot repeatedly. Panting he could feel the tightening in his balls and he tugged quickly on the hard length.

Crying out his lover's name Duo came, his toes curling from the intensity. As those walls clamped down on him, ripping a moan from his throat, Heero drove twice more inside before he climaxed. Gasping he held his lover against him, resting his head on a wet shoulder, and gently pulled out.

" That was great," Duo whispered once he got his breath back, brushing their lips together.

"Hmm, yes it was."

They quickly washed away the evidence of their love making and hopped into bed. Duo curled up against Heero's side and one arm held him securely. Smiling they shared a kiss, tongues languidly moving, and he burried his nose into the juncture of his lover's neck and shoulder. " Love you Hee-chan."

" Aishiteru, koi." A kiss was placed on his forehead lovingly and they both went to sleep. Yet strangely enough they both dreamed about hazy golden brown eyes staring back at them from an amused face.