Adult-FanFiction.org : Gundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA

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.

Chapter List
- 87
- 88
- 89
“Equus”
Chapter 88

Dawn was just starting to break across the sky when sleepy violet eyes began to open. For a moment, Duo felt disorientated. He blinked and glanced at the clock, wondering why he'd woken up so early. Beside him, Heero was still sound asleep, buried under the blankets and snoring softly. Then realization struck.
Today was their wedding day.
Today they would be joined together as partners for the rest of their lives. Whilst the law may not have accepted or recognized same sex marriages, Duo knew in his own heart that the ceremony and their vows would mean more to him than any government sanctioned wedding ever would.
The gentle sounds of birds awakening to herald the dawn drifted on the light breeze. Duo snuggled closer to Heero's chest and let the birdsong wash over him, soothing his spirit and settling his soul. They still had a lot to do before the ceremony itself, but for now it could all wait.
He must have drifted off into a light doze as when he next awoke it was to find the sun had risen and a pair of amused blue eyes were watching him. He yawned, blinked a couple of times and returned the smile with a lazy one of his own. “What time is it?” he asked.
“A little after six-thirty,” Heero replied.
Yep, definitely drifted off for a bit. “I suppose we should be getting up and started, there's a lot to do today,” Duo said softly with another yawn.
“Another minute won't hurt. I want to spend a few moments alone with the love of my life before I have to share you with the rest of the world.” Heero closed the distance between them and kissed his partner slowly and languidly.
“Mmmm... You say the sweetest things, Heero,” Duo replied when the kiss broke.
“I'm just speaking the truth,” Heero said with a smile and ran the knuckles of his hand against Duo's cheek. “I'm the luckiest man in the world. I found the perfect partner and today they are going to be joined with me forever. What more could I want?”
Blushing to the roots of his hair, Duo couldn't help but quip, “A couple more gold medals in the display cabinet?”
Heero chuckled at his lover's attempt to lighten the mood and relieve a little of his own embarrassment. “That would be nice, but if given the choice I'd take you over a gold medal any day.” And to prove his point, Heero dove in and kissed the vet thoroughly until Duo was panting and lucky to remember his own name.
Having reduced his partner to a boneless mess in the bed, Heero decided it was time to get up and start their day. He pushed the blankets from his body and climbed out of the bed to stretch. Duo lay back, recovering some of his brain cells and watched the display with an appreciative eye.
“Nice view,” he commented.
“The landscape will improve later on when the ceremony is over,” Heero said with a smirk and adding a sway to his hips, he exited the bedroom in favor of the bathroom and relieving himself.
Watching his partner saunter out, the impact of Heero's words hit home and Duo swallowed. He'd forgotten all about their wedding night. Well, that wasn't exactly true, he remembered there would be a wedding night; it was what usually happened on that wedding night his mind had conveniently shoved aside and put in a box, locked it and tossed away the key.
His emotions in that regard were still very raw, but he had come along way since his rape. He knew his body was willing, aside from the few petting sessions he'd initiated between them, he couldn't help the feeling that he wanted more, he needed to have that intimacy back with Heero. Oh he knew Heero wouldn't push him into anything he wasn't comfortable with and he appreciated that, but...
He ached to feel Heero's body wrapped around him, the tight heat, the closeness, complete trust and utter joy of becoming one with his partner... but the stumbling block was his own mind. Sooner or later he would need to confront that demon and conquer it once and for all.
Sighing in frustration, Duo shoved those thoughts away for now, he had enough to deal with in getting through the wedding ceremony. He'd meet that demon later and simply trust in his partner to help him defeat it. The sudden thought of him standing there in a priest's outfit, bible in one hand and a bottle of holy water in the other, splashing droplets around and chanting; 'The power of Christ compels you' to the 'sex' demon while Heero waited, spread naked on the bed with a tube of lube in one hand, brought a snicker of laughter bubbling to the surface. [1]
“I must really be losing it,” he muttered to himself and tossed the bed covers aside.
* * *
Having pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, Duo joined his lover in the kitchen for a quick breakfast. Nibbling on his toast, Duo eyed Heero before speaking. “So, how are we going to do this?”
“Huh?” Heero asked, completely stumped as to what Duo was talking about.
Cottoning on to what he'd said and the clarification it needed, Duo put his piece of toast down and looked sheepishly at Heero. “What I meant was, how do you want to do the things we have left to finish off? You know, what sort of order, delegation of the remaining jobs, that sort of thing.”
“Ah.” Now Heero understood. “I have the horses to feed and put out then the stables to do so I guess that's first on the agenda. We need to check on the caterers, make sure the tables are all set with the crockery, cutlery and stuff and that the music is working fine. Once that's done I guess we're free to get ourselves ready.”
“I'll give you a hand with the horses and then we can both sort out the rest of the stuff between us.”
“Sounds good.”
“Any idea what time Quatre will be here?”
“I think he's coming about eight-thirty and he'll drop Trowa off too. Treize said he'd be here around nine-thirty so we will have them both here to help us get ready if we need them.”
“Right. In that case, I suggest we get a move on.” Duo stood and carried his plate to the sink to wash up. “It's seven-thirty now.”
“Shit!” Heero shoved the last bite of toast into his mouth, chewed and swallowed. Walking over to the sink, he dumped his plate in the sudsy water before wrapping his arms around Duo's waist and kissing the back of the vet's neck. “Just think, in a few hours you will be totally mine,” he whispered.
A shiver ran down Duo's spine and he turned around in Heero's arms to face his lover and soul mate. Sudsy hands found their way around Heero's shoulders. “I'm already all yours and have been ever since we met,” he replied huskily before sealing their lips together in a soft kiss.
Breaking apart, Heero rested their foreheads together. “I love you, Duo and I'm so happy you agreed to marry me.”
“Love you too, Heero and I'm also on top of the world that you asked me to become your life partner.”
Another kiss was shared, slow and gentle, both men doing their best to put all their love and devotion into the kiss.
“I think we really need to get a move on,” Duo whispered.
“I suppose so,” Heero replied.
Snickering at Heero's reluctance to let him go, Duo gently pushed his partner away. “Come on, move that ass otherwise we'll miss our own wedding.”
* * *
By the time nine-thirty rolled around everything that needed to be done, had been. The caterers had taken over the farmhouse kitchen completely. The marquee looked gorgeous with everything in place. The area for the ceremony itself looked a picture with the sunlight glinting off the silver adornments in the arch.
Trowa arrived with Quatre and gave the blonde a hand to finish off setting up the iPod station, checking that all was working well and that the music they had selected was to Duo and Heero's tastes. Time was passing and they really needed to get moving and back to the cottage to get ready. Heero was a little on the jumpy side and kept sneaking glances at the driveway. He knew Joe would be here shortly and he wanted Duo well out of the way before the young groom arrived.
Glancing at his watch, Heero noted another fifteen minutes had passed and he'd lost Duo. “Shit!” he muttered as he began to scour the grounds for his missing partner.
“You okay, Heero?” Trowa asked. “I've been looking for you.”
“Hai, I'm fine but I can't find Duo. We need to get back to the cottage to get ready.”
“I think he went into the farmhouse to take a look at the cake.”
Heero rolled his eyes. “I need to get him out of here, now.”
Trowa gave his friend a funny look. “Why the rush? I know we need to get ready, but we have time.”
Not wanting to spoil the surprise he had planned, Heero did some quick thinking. “I know we don't need a lot of time to get ready, but Duo will. He's still got that mane of hair to deal with and that will take a while.” It was the best excuse Heero could think of right then.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I'll go grab him and bodily drag him back to the cottage if I have to,” Trowa replied with a chuckle.
“Thanks. I'll be right behind you, I think I can see Treize's car coming down the lane.”
Trowa did find Duo in the kitchen of the farmhouse, the vet staring at the masterpiece that the cake had become with the skillful addition of the decorations from the caterers. After spending a brief moment to admire the cake, Trowa convinced Duo it was time to go and get ready.
“Where's Heero?” Duo asked, walking alongside Trowa
“Treize has just arrived so he's talking to him and will be right along.”
“Oh. Okay.” Duo tossed a look over his shoulder and frowned. He could see Treize's car and Heero standing beside it with Treize, the pair talking to each other. He also spotted another familiar figure. Joe. Idly he wondered why Joe had come with Treize, he'd thought the young groom would have come with Otto. Turning his attention back to where they were walking, Duo decided not to dwell on it, he could always ask Heero about it when he got back to the cottage.
*
“You sure you have everything you need and you'll be alright to get it all ready yourself?” Heero asked Joe.
“Heero, stop worrying. Everything will be fine. I've done this several times now by myself, we've practiced often enough so nothing will go wrong,” Joe replied in a 'patient' voice.
“As long as you're sure...”
“Heero, Joe will be fine, trust him to do this. Now, I suggest we get a move on otherwise this wedding will be taking place without you,” Treize stated and with a hand on Heero's arm he began to steer the man in the direction of the raceway.
“If you do need help, remember -”
“Zechs is in the farmhouse, I know, I know. Heero, stop worrying and go get ready.” Joe turned around and began to walk off, figuring if he wasn't there any longer then Heero couldn't continue to worry about things.
With a sigh Heero gave in and allowed himself to be dragged to the cottage.
* * *
The shower was running when Heero and Treize reached the cottage. Spotting Trowa in the spare room, Heero knew it had to be Duo who was showering.
“He's washing his hair,” Trowa said, coming out of the spare room, having laid his suit out ready to change into. “Have you got the shirts and ties?”
“Uh,” Heero looked a little lost for a minute. “Hai, they're hanging in our wardrobe. Hold on a sec and I'll get them for you both.” Heero disappeared, returning within seconds with two shirts and ties. “Here, this one is yours, Trowa, and this is for you, Treize”
The two best men took the offered shirts and ties. “Nice,” Treize commented.
There wasn't anything fancy about the shirts or ties, they were simple, plain but elegant. “Yours is similar to mine but a few shades lighter,” Heero told Treize. “And yours is also similar, but to Duo's and a few shades lighter.”
“Makes sense,” Trowa smiled. “Come on, Treize, we can use the spare room to get ready in if that's okay, Heero?”
“That's fine. I'll go take my shower as soon as Duo's done then the bathroom will be free if you need to use it yourselves; although I'd be quick about it as knowing Duo he'll be back in there pretty soon to dry his hair.”
The cottage became a hive of activity as the four men got themselves ready for the wedding. Trowa and Treize were dressed and ready within fifteen minutes and Treize went to assist Heero whose fingers had suddenly become all thumbs. Trowa gave Duo a hand to dry his hair, the silken locks mesmerizing the animal shelter owner and he had an idea. Knowing Duo was most likely going to wear his hair in its customary braid, he suggested something a little different. At first Duo wasn't too sure, but when Trowa explained a french braid in more detail he decided to give it a try.
“I hope you know what you're doing, Trowa, 'cause I have no idea how to do a french braid.”
“Trust me, Duo. I used to do these years ago when I was younger and worked in the circus. Some of the trapeze artists used to wear their hair in a french braid and they taught me how to do it.”
Duo sat still and let Trowa work his magic. The skilled hands and fingers in his hair almost had him purring and completely relaxed - unlike Heero who was on the verge of panic when he couldn't remember where he'd put their rings. The rings were located in Heero's bedside drawer and handed over to Treize for safe keeping. Heero began to calm down only to panic again when he realized he didn't have his sheet of paper with the words he was going to say to Duo on him. Another mad hunt turned the papers up – this time in Duo's bedside drawer.
By the time Heero had started to calm down again it was almost ten to eleven and Duo's french braid was done.
“It's beautiful, Trowa,” Duo stated when he got a look in the mirror. Holding another mirror in his hand and his back turned to the bathroom mirror he could clearly see how Trowa had intricately woven the hair together to form a braid down the middle of his head and then into a solid braid to finish. Trowa had also interwoven silver threads through the hair and it gave it a magical touch. Swallowing the lump that had started to form in his throat, Duo pulled Trowa into a warm hug. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“You're most welcome, Duo. Now, we'd better move otherwise Heero will think you've changed your mind. He must be frantic in the kitchen by now.”
Heero wasn't quite at the 'frantic' stage, more the frazzled nerve stage when Trowa and Duo walked into the kitchen. As soon as his eyes alighted on his partner, the nerves, the panic all faded into the background and Heero was left misty eyed and weak kneed. “You look... stunning,” Heero said softly and stepped towards his partner.
“Thank you,” Duo blushed. “You're quite the knockout yourself,” he stated.
All four men looked a picture. Heero and Duo were dressed in midnight blue suits; Heero's shirt was a deep, cobalt blue to match his eyes with a blue and silver striped tie. Duo's shirt was a dark violet, also matching his eyes with a violet and silver striped tie. Treize and Trowa wore charcoal suits, Treize's shirt also blue but several shades lighter than Heero's with a matching blue and silver tie. Trowa's shirt was a pale violet, his tie the same shade with the silver stripes.
“I think you need these,” Trowa said and waved a couple of the buttonholes at the pair. Stepping back from each other, Duo let Trowa secure his buttonhole whilst Treize did the same to Heero.
“Are we all set?” Treize asked, stepping back and making sure the buttonhole sat to his liking.
“Have you got the rings?” Duo asked. Treize and Trowa nodded. “You got your words, Heero?” Heero fished in his pocket and drew out the piece of paper. “Shit! Where are mine?” Duo went to race back into the bedroom when Heero grabbed his arm and waved another piece of paper under his nose. “Ah, thanks.” Duo took the paper, checked it and carefully folded it up before placing it in his pocket. “Looks like we're all set.”
“Come on, Duo. Let's go get married,” Heero said, taking his partner's hand.
Walking towards the back door of the cottage, Duo suddenly stopped in mid stride, his face paling.
“Duo?” Heero pulled up short and looked at his lover. “What's wrong?' he asked. One look at his partner's pale face and Heero could only think of one thing – his lover had changed his mind about marrying him. The butterflies that had been in his stomach suddenly morphed into a swarm of pterodactyls.
Looking uncertainly into his partner's concerned eyes, Duo blurted, “How the hell are we getting to the wedding? We completely forgot all about cars.”
Heero felt the relief wash over him and he gave a soft chuckle. Before he could speak, Duo rounded on him.
“I don't see how you can laugh at a time like this, Heero. This is a major disaster. Of all the fucking things to forget, it has to be the transport.”
“Duo, calm down. I have it all under control,” Heero said, trying to placate his irate and upset fiancé.
“Calm down?! Calm down?! How the fuck can you ask me to calm down when we've overlooked such an important part of our wedding?!” Duo was beginning to border on the hysterical. “We're going to look like complete idiots walking between the paddocks to our own wedding! Oh god, tell me this is not happening.” Duo held his head in his hands. “I suppose if we're quick enough we could use Henrietta...”
“Duo....”
“There might be enough silver ribbon left over to tie onto the car...”
“DUO...”
“I'm sure Treize wouldn't mind driving...”
“DUO!!!” Heero yelled, his patience wearing thin.
“WHAT?!” Duo snapped and glared at Heero.
“I didn't forget. I have the transport all arranged,” he said in a quieter tone.
Duo blinked. “You didn't forget?”
“No.” Heero shook his head with a smile.
“You have transport?”
Heero nodded. “Come.” Taking Duo's hand, Heero led his partner to the door and opened it.
Duo came to a stop, his feet rooted to the ground, eyes unable to comprehend exactly what he was seeing. He opened his mouth only to find no words would come out so he shut it again only to try a few more times before his voice finally came back to him. “You...”
“Hai.”
“When... How...”
“Do you like it?”
“Like it? Heero, I fucking love it! When I said to you it would be nice to have Zero at the wedding I never dreamt...” Duo was completely at loss for further words.
Standing out the back of the cottage was Zero – a very proud looking Zero. He was decked out in a shiny black and silver harness, standing calmly between the shafts of a black, silver and red, open top carriage. Sitting in the driver's seat, reins firmly in hands was Joe. The young groom was dressed in full coachman's livery, complete with top hat.
Placing an arm around Duo's shoulders, Heero explained. “When you said about having Zero at the wedding it got me to thinking how we could arrange that. I know he can't be ridden any more with his leg, but I had the idea of what about breaking him into harness. I asked Zechs what he thought about the idea and if he thought Zero's leg would be okay to pull a carriage. He didn't see why not so I asked Treize and Joe to help out. Zechs monitored his leg throughout the entire process and it's fine. Treize and Joe helped me to break him into the harness and Joe has been taking him for practice runs these past few weeks. This way Zero can be a part of our wedding.” Heero looked nervously at Duo.
Dragging his eyes away from the sight before him, Duo stared deep into Heero's eyes before launching himself at the man he loved more than life itself. He kissed Heero long and deep. “Now everything is perfect,” he said softly.
A discreet cough from behind brought them back to the here and now and reminded them that they weren't alone.
“Gentlemen, we really need to be moving, we're already five minutes late,” Treize said with a smile.
Offering his hand to Duo, Heero gave a deep bow. “Your carriage awaits, sir.”
The look of love that appeared on Duo's face was worth every bit of the sneaking around Heero had done over the past weeks to have Zero ready for their big day. The four walked over to the carriage, Trowa opened the small door and they all climbed in.
Once the four were all sitting safely in the carriage, Joe took up a little contact with the reins, clicked his tongue and asked Zero to trot.
Arching his neck, Zero stepped out into a brisk trot. He wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but he knew it was important and that it involved his master and the other nice human. That he was a part of it made Zero very proud.
* * *
The wedding guests had all started to arrive, Zechs and Quatre playing the part of ushers and greeting everyone. They directed people to where the chairs were all set up and made sure no one missed out on a seat. Howard arrived fifteen minutes before the ceremony was due to start and Zechs showed him to the area that was set up for the couple to take their vows. Heero had warned Zechs about the eccentric appearance of the celebrant so it wasn't quite as big a shock to the blonde as it might have been. Although Howard was dressed more conservatively as promised, than when he'd met with the betrothed couple.
Zechs still couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the man's appearance. The sandals had been replaced with a pair of dress shoes, the shorts with pressed slacks. A pale lemon shirt and dark jacket completed the ensemble. Howard still wore his sunglasses and Zechs was sure he could see what appeared to be two, orange hibiscus flowers on the corners of the man's shirt collar. Come to think of it, the tie also looked like it had a hibiscus flower print on it too.
Heero had given the pair a list of the guests and Zechs did a quick head count. Glancing at his watch, he noted it was eleven and the couple should be arriving any minute.
“Everyone seems to be here,” Quatre said, sidling up to his blonde counterpart.
“I agree. I did a quick head count and the numbers match up. Now all we need is the wedding party.”
“How will we know when they're about to arrive?” Quatre asked. “I need to know so I can change the music,” he clarified.
“Don't worry, you'll know,” Zechs replied with a secret smile. Zechs had stationed himself mainly in the parking area so he could point the guests where to park and thus leave a nice, wide passage for Joe to be able to drive the carriage right up to where the path started. The path would lead the wedding party across the lawn and to the wishing well. All the guests would be able to see the group arrive and Zero would be close enough to share in the wedding ceremony too. Whilst it might seem strange to some to have a horse at a wedding, Zechs could fully understand the reasoning behind it – as would all their guests. Personally, Zechs thought it was touching to want to have the one thing that brought the couple together, present on their special day. Had it not been for Zero, Duo would never have met Heero.
The sound of approaching hooves drew Zechs from his thoughts and he shook his head. “That's your cue,” he told Quatre.
“Eh?” Quatre looked confused.
“The wedding party is arriving. They're coming by horse and carriage,” Zechs explained when he saw that Quatre just wasn't getting it.
“Oh... OH!” The light dawned on Quatre then and he made a hasty dash for the iPod to cue the music.
The rest of the guests slowly began to rise from their seats and look around. All could hear the hoof-beats drawing closer and like Quatre, they were a touch confused.
Joe turned the gray from the lane way into the drive that would take them around the back of the farm house and ultimately the back garden area. “Look sprightly now, Zero, this is your big moment,” Joe told the stallion, keeping his voice low.
Zero cocked back an ear to listen and whilst he didn't understand the words, he could feel the excitement in the air building up and knew they must be almost at their destination. He snorted, tossed his head and put even more of an arch into his neck. Tail kinked up, Zero put extra prance into his steps until he looked like he was floating on air.
“Oh, wow,” June said when she saw the carriage and Zero appear.
“Oh my, doesn't Zero look proud,” Catherine whispered to Hilde.
“Now that is simply beautiful,” Meiran sighed and dabbed at her eyes.
“Why didn't you do something like that for our wedding?” Zoe asked Michael as she elbowed him in the ribs.
Joe brought Zero to a smooth halt right where the path began. Zechs stepped up and opened the small door, dropping the fold out steps as he did so. Trowa and Treize alighted first, each stepping back and to the side to allow Heero and Duo to exit. Zechs melted back into the crowd of guests, the photographer, a friend of Quatre's who went by the name of Abdul appeared from the side and began to snap away.
Standing on the end of the path, Duo smoothed down his suit, straightened his back and squared his shoulders. He glanced at their waiting guests, the space between them all with Howard waiting at the end. He gave a radiant smile to everyone and then turned his attention to Heero who had touched him lightly on the arm.
“Ready to go get married?” Heero asked with a gentle smile.
“More than ready,” Duo replied with a dazzling grin.
“Then what are we waiting for?” Heero offered his hand, Duo placed his own inside it and they began their walk between their guests towards Howard and the wishing well.
To a future together.
~ * ~
tbc...

[1] The line: “The power of Christ compels you” (and I guess the picture in Duo's head), was borrowed from the movie “The Exorcist”
- 87
- 88
- 89
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Equus