The Challenge | By : Eliztric Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Hello, and welcome to a fic that will rapidly become far less tame than it is right now. I apologize ahead of time for any out-of-character moments, please trust that they are meant to be there if they are there, for plot development purposes. Yeah. There’s a plot. Somewhere. For a while. And then there’s the sex. Hooray.
Speaking of sex, I have to put in the standard disclaimer. This is yaoi. Lots of yaoi. Don’t like it? Don’t read it. You have a choice, unless you’ve been kidnapped by someone very strange, and made to read this fic of mine. Flames will be unnecessary, though I will appreciate any commentary at all from you, dear reader, and if that’s what you want to give me, thanks in advance. It doesn’t mean I’ll stop writing this because you don’t like it, not in the least.
Also part of the disclaimer - don’t own these boys. If I did, boy, would you know it! I do own the inspiration for this story, however, and the words on this screen are mine, not yours. But I like to share.
Give me a hint and maybe I’ll take it.
-The Author
“He what?” Duo’s voice was loud, if only out of pure shock. “Ssh!” Quatre hissed in nervous response, casting a glance around the busy office. While about half the desks were empty, there were plenty still full. And the five of them knew many of the remaining occupants.
Duo’s eyebrow raised. “Don’t tell me you don’t want him to know what Trowa said,” he smirked. Quatre could see Wufei right there, too, seven desks away and three to the left, drinking his tea with one hand while the other continued filling out the mission report that he had snatched away from Trowa. “Come on, Q-man,” Duo said with his trademark sly grin, “Don’t you miss the old nosebleed days?”
“Obviously not as much as you,” Heero said as he came to stand beside the American. “What don’t we want whom to know about Trowa?” he asked, focusing his piercing blue eyes on Quatre when he spoke. The blonde flushed. Great. Now Heero was asking questions…he always got his answers, Heero Yuy did. Maiming optional, of course.
Knowing instinctively that he’d better talk, and thusly, remain in one piece, Quatre sighed. “Come with me,” he said, turning on one heel and dragging Duo after him, knowing that if he left the braided pilot in the Preventers’ office with Wufei one moment more everything would go to pieces directly, and he didn’t want to ruin things before they could become things. So Quatre led Duo, who was making his standard complaints in a loud manner about needing to be escorted places forcefully, and a tangibly curious Heero to the Archives, three floors down, one below the ground level.
The place smelled musty, but clean. The office the five of them had come to work at (thanks to Winner Enterprises’ swift intervention and full support of the Preventers) was still fairly new, so half the things that should’ve been in the library weren’t of yet, but there were tables to spread things out on, and it was on one of these that Duo perched, while Heero leaned casually against a bookshelf not far from his counterpart. At this Quatre stifled a grin. Poor Heero. And poor Duo, for that matter. The blonde caught the American’s surreptitious glance at Heero and Heero’s belated return sneak peek. For soldiers, they were both incredibly unaware of their surroundings - of each other. And maybe even themselves, it seemed.
“So why are we here?” Duo asked, swinging his legs in the open air as Quatre paced a little, scanning the titles of the files on the shelf behind him absently, not really reading them.
“Because you’re a loudmouth,” Heero answered bluntly. Quatre grinned at the files, before remembering why he was not supposed to be grinning and glanced up to the two oblivious, curious pilots. Duo was scowling at Heero, who was pulling a blank face. If you looked, however, you could see the tiniest twitch at the right corner of his lips. His suppressed smile.
“Well, yeah,” Quatre said to Duo, who turned to him, mouth open to ask for verification of his protests. “But it’s not just because of Duo, it’s because I really, really don’t want Wufei to hear about this.”
“Wufei?” Heero asked, one eyebrow raised.
“Yeah, kid,” Duo said with his grin returned, a glint in his eye as Heero scowled automatically to the endearment Duo used, “Trowa said he thinks that Quatre’s got the right idea.” he shifted his blue-violet gaze to Quatre, raising one eyebrow and smirking.
“Idea?” Heero prompted next, eyebrow still raised. It didn’t look like it would be going back down again soon. Quatre winced, flushed, and sighed, before saying, “I…I think Wufei’s…lonely,” as evenly as he could.
“Go on,” Duo grinned, swinging his legs in the air again.
“And…he needs…” Quatre bit his tongue, “Someone to tie him to life.” He cast a glare at Duo. “That’s what Trowa said, and I agree with him. Wufei needs some help.”
“He seems to be doing well,” Heero said bluntly, looking as confused as Heero Yuy got.
“Not like that,” Duo singsonged, shaking his finger at Heero. “Oh, no. Wufei’s in a bad place right now, isn’t he, little Q?”
Whilst under the regard of these two sets of blue eyes, Quatre turned an impassioned pink. Duo was quoting him back at him! “Trowa and Wufei were on a mission together,” he clarified, trying to sound dignified as he spoke, “For a whole month. Close-quarters living. Trowa knows what he’s talking about. Wufei needs support.”
“You mean Wufei needs to get laid,” Duo deadpanned.
“NO!” Quatre yelled. “I mean -” he cut himself off, shaking his head. “No. Yes, no. Yes.”
Heero raised one eyebrow at him again. “You don’t sound sure.”
“Oh, he’s sure,” Duo said with a grin. “Aren’t you, Quatre?”
“Duo,” Quatre hissed, face undeniably flushed, “Stop it.”
“Stop what?” he asked innocently, toying with the end of his braid, the chestnut strands catching the light and flashing gold, copper, and fiery red at different angles.
“Teasing me!” Quatre scowled, hands on his hips. “I don’t tease you about -” All of a sudden Duo had his hand over his mouth, and was petting Quatre with his other hand, muffling the name that Heero shouldn’t hear. “I wasn’t teasing you,” the American said innocently, hugging Quatre a little awkwardly from this position, behind the smaller pilot. “I would never tease you, you little-”
“Duo, let go of Quatre,” Heero interrupted, with a look to the American that said “Or else” quite clearly. The American stood tensely beside the blonde now, as Heero fixed Quatre with a “we will talk later of this and you will tell me all” expression.
“Oh, come off it, you two,” Quatre said, rolling his eyes. “We were talking about my love life, not Duo’s.”
“I don’t have a love life,” Duo objected.
“Your love life?” Heero put in, eyebrow raising again. Quatre winced as he recognized the slip for what it was.
“AHA!” Duo said, jumping back onto his seat on the table, pointing at the little blonde, “You DO want to sleep with Wufei!”
“What?” Heero asked as Quatre went pink again. The Arabian gave Heero his best sheepish smile, biting his lip apologetically.
“I do not understand this,” Heero said blankly.
“I do,” Duo said, causing Heero to look at him sharply. “What?” The American asked, giving a look to Heero that announced to the world that he thought Heero’s people skills were absolutely nil, and should have been fixed by now, “Wufei’s pretty. And smart, and has a sense of humour. And really nice forearms. Who wouldn’t want to sleep with him?” he added, “Besides. He is lonely, our Dragon. You can see it, this haunted look that steals over his face when he drinks his tea sometimes.”
“You’ve been watching Wufei, too?” Quatre asked.
“You’re attracted to males?” Heero inquired at the same moment.
“Yes and yes,” Duo sighed. “Get over it, both of you. Wufei’s my friend, too, you know.”
“You’re attracted to males,” Heero repeated he looked a little strange to Quatre‘s eyes. Not exactly confused, but definitely…was the word curious?
“Yes, Heero,” Duo said, glaring at him, “Is that a problem?”
“No,” Heero responded, perhaps a little too quickly. Quatre grinned. Perhaps he wasn’t curious…
“That’s good,” Duo said, looking at Heero critically. “Back to Wufei,” he said, looking back at Quatre, who had come to stand opposite Heero and in front of Duo.
“Yes,” Quatre agreed, with a sigh. “I don’t know what to do. Trowa says we need to help him.”
“’We’?” Heero asked, focused now, though a very faint change of colour had affected his face, high across his cheekbones - the slightest tint of rose. ‘He’s in the bag, Duo,’ the blonde thought, suppressing his smirk. Better to let them alone about it…for now, at least.
“Well…yes,” Quatre replied, busy now with his own blush. “Trowa…agrees with me wholly on the subject of…of Wufei.”
“Translation,” Duo quipped, “We’ve all got the Hots for Wufei.”
“I don’t have any sort of temperature differentiation for Wufei,” Heero replied bluntly, doing the confused face again. Quatre fought a giggle. It was really quite cute.
Duo raised an eyebrow, “I was talking about Trowa and Quatre, kid, not you.” he grinned suddenly. ‘Bingo,’ Quatre thought in response, meeting Duo’s glittering sapphire eyes. ‘Good boy, Duo.’ The American continued, eyes gleaming with excitement, “Quatre and Trowa aren’t exactly differentiating for ‘Fei. Lusting, perhaps.” the American fixed his eyes on the blonde now. “How long have you two been feeling that way for him?”
“I…can’t even remember,” Quatre said with a sigh, running his hands through his hair. “And…it’s more t han just…that, Duo.”
“Right,” Heero replied blankly, fixing his eyes again upon Quatre. “You want to have sexual relations with Wufei, both you and Trowa?”
“Yes, Heero,” Quatre replied, sighing. “Pick it up, kid,” Duo added, “We’ve been talking about this for like, five minutes now.”
“So sleep with him,” Heero said bluntly. “I’m sure he’d be delighted.”
“Sure?” Quatre and Duo both asked at once. Heero’s mouth twitched at the corner, enough to be counted as a small smile, perhaps more of a smirk. ‘So the Perfect Soldier’s getting it now, too,’ Quatre thought, noting the expression. ‘Finally.’
“Wufei is my friend as well,” Heero responded. The smirk was definitely there, Quatre thought.
“But he can’t just…do that,” Duo cried, “Wufei’s…Wufei.”
“Does it matter?” Heero asked. “Isn’t his…being ‘Wufei’ -” He did the quotation marks around the name to show his added emphasis, “Why Trowa and Quatre want to have such relations with him in the first place?”
“Well, yes,” Quatre said, flushing a little. “The fact that we want to…that we want him isn’t the issue, Heero. Trowa and I understand each other on that.”
“I still don’t quite get that part,” Duo interrupted. “You ‘n Trowa are kinda…made for each other, it looks like. Why would you…add on to something already so…perfect?”
“Because,” Quatre said, trying to get Duo to leave it at that.
“Because why?” Heero asked, shocking the braided pilot into looking at him.
“That’s my line,” Duo said, staring.
“Because,” Quatre began to pace a little, struggling with the words. “Because some nights I call and tell Trowa not to wait up for me, and Wufei is up to get the door for me instead.” It was his fault that he was there, in the Winner Mansion, too. Quatre had never been fond of the idea of leaving his teammates with the war - and the others had generally come to respect his wish and gone where he asked them. They had all survived something together, something not worth forgetting.
“And sometimes I come into a room and he’s sitting curled up somewhere, reading a book, or sleeping under the pretenses of reading, and the sight does the same thing as having him open the door for me does,” Quatre continued. “Every moment I don’t expect it, like a scratched-up CD. A little skip.”
The blonde turned to his comrades and said, “It’s not that there’s anything wrong with Trowa and I. We’re exceptionally lucky to have found each other, but ‘Fei…he hasn’t got anyone and I want him. Trowa wants him, too. And it’s becoming a distraction.”
“So eliminate the distraction,” Heero replied in a quiet voice that surprised Quatre a little. His eyes were understanding when they met the upset blonde’s, and though it was a strange comfort, it did little to stem the outburst Quatre unthinkingly provided. “No! I won’t get rid of Wufei. He needs us. We need him! I know how he feels, Heero, and it hurts.” he took a deep breath, holding still. “I don’t want him to hurt anymore. Neither does Trowa.”
“Hn.” Heero replied, but his lips were quirked visibly this time. Quatre resumed pacing, and for a moment, there was a silence between the three of them.
“You know what I think?” Duo asked, finally breaking it. “I think you should seduce him.”
“What?” Heero and Quatre both asked.
“Seduce…seduce Wufei?” Quatre asked, his pacing halted yet again, coming closer to the braided American. “Seduce Wufei!” He threw up his hands in the air. “Of course.” he shook his head. “Duo, you know I don’t know how.”
“Sure you do,” Duo said, “Worked with Trowa, didn’t it?”
Quatre flushed. “Point taken,” he mumbled. “But…Wufei and Trowa are very, very different, Duo. And…I don’t know what Wufei…”
“So find out,” Duo said. “It’s not hard.”
“Yes, Duo,” Quatre said, a little irritated, “But you can only avoid death so many times.”
Heero interrupted here. “If you really thought he would kill you for lusting after him, for wanting to include him in your heart in a way different from others’ inclusions, you wouldn’t be entertaining the idea right now.”
“Iono,” Duo said, stretching lazily, “Quatre can be pretty kinky.” The Arabian promptly flushed, feeling Heero’s eyes cut into him like laser beams. “Duo,” he growled, “You’re being crass again.” ‘And Heero’s got a gun somewhere,’ Quatre added, ‘That I’m sure he wouldn’t mind using once in a while…’
“Hey, everyone’s got something, kid,” Duo said, shrugging. “Besides, there are weirder things than a threesome with two other people you love, Quatre.”
“Kinks,” Heero repeated, turning his eyes to Duo, brows furrowed slightly. ‘If he weren’t so scary sometimes,’ Quatre thought, ‘I suppose Duo wouldn’t be alone in his attractions. He really is adorable when he doesn’t know something but is unsure of how to figure it out.’
“Yeah, Heero,” Duo said, “You know. Things that get you off. Like some people like to be tied up and punished for being bad, and some like to do the punishing, and some people like it in public places, like being caught or watched, and some people like doing the watching, so on. All kinds of things. Kinks.”
“Oh,” Heero said after a pause. “I see.”
Duo laughed. “I don’t think you do, Soldier. But that’s okay.” he turned to Quatre. “But we’re not here to discuss each other’s kinks, are we?”
“Right,” Quatre said slowly, rolling his eyes. “Sure we’re not, Duo.”
“We are?” Duo asked, confused.
“No, Duo!” Quatre laughed. “I need help, that’s what we’re talking about.”
“I know a good psych ward,” Heero offered.
For a moment, there was total silence. Then Quatre saw it. A smile. Duo saw it, too, it seemed. There was an almost imperceptible intake of breath from the American, he was so surprised by the expression, however small it was on Heero’s face. The Japanese youth tilted his head on one side to regard Duo, the smile still there, though it was fairly miniscule, curiosity in his eyes. Quatre watched as Duo’s head automatically tilted to the right as well, though he was opposite Heero, gazing at Heero’s face openly with a sort of confusion on his own.
Quatre started laughing about then, and couldn’t stop for a while, as Duo and Heero plastered disgruntled and serious expressions on their faces respectively. “Shut up, Q, so we can start planning this,” Duo said loudly, more than once, before Quatre actually did stop giggling.
“Sorry, sorry,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender, still grinning. “Sorry.” He bit his lip, lowering his hands, and with a deep breath returned to the problem at hand. “How, Duo?”
“How what?” Heero asked.
“How do I seduce Wufei?” Quatre said, making a face at Heero’s prompting.
Duo got up and circled the smaller blonde pilot, examining him as he did so. Once, then twice, but this time in the opposite direction. Quatre could practically feel Heero’s scowl intensify, and he gave him a baffled, nervous look. “Duo?” he asked as the American finally stopped his predatory circling.
“I think I have some stuff,” the American finally said. “But black isn’t your colour. Something lighter, like…crimson, maybe.” He turned his head on one side, examining the blonde once more, a lazy sweep of eyes from bottom to top. “Your room isn’t far from ‘Fei’s?”
“At the other end of the hall,” Quatre said, flushing.
“Yeah, Trowa can be pretty loud sometimes, can’t he?” Duo agreed, wrinkling his nose. “Okay, well, that part comes later. Heero, you need to teach Quatre how to tie some knots.”
“Excuse me?” Heero and Quatre both asked.
“I know how to tie knots,” the blonde added with a huff.
“Oh, so you tie Trowa up regularly?” Duo asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Not…that kind of knot, no,” Quatre said with a flush. “Usually it’s…”
“The other way around?” Duo asked, aghast.
“Well, yeah!” Quatre said angrily. “But only sometimes.”
Duo sighed. “Well, then that’s out.” He began to pace. “How to do this without him escaping…”
“Duo, I don’t think that we’re talking about the same kinds of seduction,” Quatre said. “I mean to…to do this with a willing party,” he finished, “Not someone we’d be worried about escaping.”
“Well, then,” Duo said. “That’s different.” he grinned. “How exactly did you get Trowa anyway, kid?”
“I…” Quatre flushed. “I tackled him after one of his solo missions, when it looked like things had gone bad. There wasn’t exactly any…seduction…to it.”
Duo slapped his forehead. “Jesus H. Christ,” he sighed.
Quatre growled, “Tell me what to do, Duo.”
Duo looked at him for a few moments, then said, “Start small, Quatre. Treat everything like you would when you’re horny. And I don’t mean just tackle Wufei, kid.”
“Right,” Quatre said. “What exactly do you mean by small and horny?”
“You,” Duo said. “You’re small, and horny.”
“Am not,” Quatre argued, face hot.
“Yeah you are, just look at you!” Duo laughed.
“Are we having one of those locker-room moments where we insult one another’s penises?” Heero asked blankly.
Duo laughed, “Jesus, no, Heero. I just mean for Quatre to act like himself. If everything about ‘Fei turns you on, kid, then show it. But start small.”
“How small is small?” Quatre asked.
“Start with your eyes,” Duo said. “How you look at him. Your tone of voice, what you say. Careful, casual touches, the kind that linger.”
“Show me,” Quatre said demandingly, gesturing to Heero. Duo gave him a look that Heero couldn’t see that was very objectionable. “So I know how,” Quatre said placatingly, which earned him a sigh.
“Okay. Heero, don’t freak out, okay?” Duo said. He glanced at Quatre, “But don’t say that, Quatre. You’re supposed to be surprising him.”
“Always a good tactic, it seems,” Heero said. Duo turned to him, with a little smile. “Yeah,” he agreed, voice softening, as did his expression. “Over there, Quatre,” he gestured, “So you can see both our faces.” The blonde moved obligingly as he was directed, and saw Duo’s face settle back into the softened look he had on for a moment before. His eyes seemed to glow, and he turned his head on one side again, just looking at Heero for a moment, still swinging his legs in the air, but this time much more idly, as one hand began to trace a swirly pattern on the front of the thigh beside it, around the knee. For a moment he just watched Heero, then asked, “So how are you, Heero?” his voice coming out softened like his face.
“Fine, thanks,” Heero replied quietly, looking a touch confused though he was riveted on Duo’s expression. As Quatre watched, Duo’s eyes began to take on a dark look, smoldering as if he was thinking about something extremely carnal involving the brunette before him. “Good,” Duo said, his voice taking on a distinctly bedroom tone, as he slid languidly off the table to prowl toward Heero, who stood, staring at the young man walking towards him. Quatre held his breath as Duo neared Heero, who looked like he was holding his own as well, the Japanese man’s Prussian blue eyes taking in the sway in Duo’s walk. As he neared, covering the small distance slowly, Duo licked his lips before quickly raising the hand nearest to Heero’s body - the one that had been trailing curlicues on Duo’s thigh - to brush Heero’s chest before patting his shoulder as Duo paused to say, “I’m glad,” meeting Heero’s eyes with his own darkened violet-blue gaze. Heero’s lips parted as if to say something, but Duo was moving again, his fingertips trailing down Heero’s arm as he continued walking, the fluidity of the motions carrying him past Heero, who could do nothing but turn his head to watch Duo pass him, finally breaking the contact.
Duo turned around, face back to normal. “So?” he looked at Heero. “Feel seduced?”
Heero blinked, staring at Duo, holding his arm a little bit close to his body. “I think so,” he said, staring openly. “Is this what seduction feels like?”
Duo’s eyes flashed something unreadable but familiar. “Probably,” he murmured, quirking an enigmatic smile at Heero, before looking to Quatre. “See?”
“Damn,” Quatre exhaled. “That was good.” he shook his head. “I don’t think I can do that the way that you can.”
“Sure you can,” Duo said, “You want him, don’t you? The trick is to think about him the way that you want him most - naked and aroused and waiting for you. Feel free to be possessive about it. Show him with your eyes that you want to fuck him into whatever stable surface is available, until he comes like Judgement Day is here or something breaks in the process.” Out of the corner of his eye, Quatre could see Heero twitch. A dark moan followed, barely suppressed by the Perfect Soldier, whose control was obviously slipping.
“You alright, Heero?” Duo asked, concernedly, but not like he wouldn’t on a regular basis. Heero’s cheeks were definitely pink now, and he was biting his lip, one hand over his flat, smooth stomach in the Preventer’s uniform they all wore. “Yes,” Heero replied, swallowing visibly, “I feel very, very strange, that’s all. Perhaps I am falling ill.”
“Today’s lunch did look a little gross,” Duo agreed, making a face. “Just try not to think about it for now, and if it gets worse, I’ll drive you home. Okay?”
Heero nodded, then shook his head. Duo frowned, coming over to brush the back of his hand over Heero’s cheek. “Yikes,” he said, drawing back as if burned, before touching Heero’s face again, this time with the pads of his fingers, before brushing away Heero’s tousled bangs to repeat the back-of-the-hand gesture, this time against Heero’s forehead. “You’re really hot, Heero,” Duo said, drawing his hand away, to touch Heero’s cheek again. “I would hate to think that you’re sick because of something so simple as food.” he stepped back, fingers trailing off Heero’s jaw line. “You sure you’re alright?”
“I just need to cool off, I think,” Heero said.
Just then Wufei came in through the door to the Archives, right across from where Heero and Duo stood. Quatre’s temperature did indeed rise, at the thought of Wufei catching the three of them discussing how to seduce the Chinese man. “What’s this?” Wufei asked, examining Heero from the doorway. “Are you all right, Yuy?”
“I think he might have eaten something bad,” Duo said, taking Heero’s hand and leading him to Wufei. “Can you take him to the infirmary or something? I don’t want him going alone - it takes a lot to bring down a Perfect Soldier,” he added, smiling at Heero innocently, resting one hand on Heero’s shoulder now. “And with the way things are so busy here, if he passes out on the floor someone won’t stop to pick him up even if they trip over him.”
“Why aren’t you taking him?” Wufei asked, looking at Quatre though the question was answered by Duo. “We have to look through some files still,” Duo said, “Heero’s timing was really inopportune, we were almost finished, I think. Would it be too much trouble if -”
“No, of course not,” Wufei said, cutting him off. “But while you’re here you can get me the South America maps.” he turned to Heero. “Come, Yuy.” Wufei began leading the poor soldier up the stairs, leaving the door open behind them.
“Thanks again, ‘Fei!” Duo called after them, before shutting the door and turning to Quatre.
“That…was cruel,” Quatre said, staring. “Did you see him? I think he’s going to die you turned him on so badly, Duo!”
The American grinned. “It worked, didn’t it?”
“Fuck, yeah,” Quatre said, still shock-and-awed by Duo’s actions. The use of the obscenity made Duo laugh, it was such a rarity. “I’m glad you liked the show,” the braided youth replied with a chuckle. “The trick of it is to act normal afterwards. Make him think he’s seeing things, hearing things, misinterpreting everything. If he’s thrown for a loop he won’t realize what’s going on, and therefore, will be more likely to give in to the urge to forget about objections.”
“You liked that, didn’t you, Duo?” Quatre grinned.
“Fuck, yeah,” Duo replied, grinning back. The two laughed extensively about this, before Quatre shushed Duo and began searching for the South America map file.
“Obedient little boy, aren’t you?” Duo smirked, leaning against the table now, arms crossed over his chest, as Quatre rifled through the manila folders on the shelf before him.
“Shut up, Duo,” he replied standard. The American’s grin was practically audible from behind him as he said, “So that’s how the three of you work, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Duo,” Quatre said, finding the file in question.
“I think you do,” The American replied as Quatre scanned the contents of the file before the one Wufei needed and grabbed that as well. It would do for a cover. “You top Trowa,” Duo continued, “But he hardly ever tops you. And you need someone who can satisfy that.”
Quatre turned around, ready to say something in his defense, but instead, he sighed. Duo was grinning again. “You guys can have a lot of fun with that,” the braided youth told the blonde, nodding.
With a laugh, Quatre said, “Oh, keep us out of your fantasies, Duo. Come on, we have things to do.”
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