Boltstuck ~ Gundam Wing Fanfiction

Kitten's Claws
Part 5

C & C always welcome.

Sweaty bodies pressed around him on all sides, filling his nose with their pungent scent, which still failed to cover the odor of alcohol, smoke, and other chemicals. The air vibrated with a strange mix of aggression, sexual tension, pleasure, and depression.

Duo was loving it.

It was nice change to be around people who smelled, mostly, normal, as opposed to a bunch of mad scientists that made it their job to torture others on a daily basis. Lynx latched onto his arm, leaning into him to whisper in his ear.

"I'm gonna go play!"

Duo nodded, giving him an encouraging wink. The slender boy grinned back at him, eyes flashing under the bandanna his was wearing. He turned and slipped into the crowd, vanishing between one blink and another. [Well, he's off to find a toy for the night,] Duo grimaced, [Which means I get to listen to him squeak the bed springs all night back at the hotel. Huh, maybe I should do the same.....] They had ten hours till their next injection and planned on living it up.

His eye burned and he just stopped himself from rubbing it. Dislodging the contact would be a *bad* thing. Plastering a wide grin on his face, he wove his way through the crowd, aiming for the dance floor. The smell was a tad overpowering, but when he concentrated, he could pick out individual ones. It still amazed him what you could learn about a person from their scent.

A too-thin brunette whose body paint offered more coverage then her string top and skirt sidled up to him. "Wanna dance?" she offered in a slightly husky voice that spoke of a smoker. He shrugged.

"Sure." Not overly appealing for a dance partner, but it hardly mattered. He could snag another one later. She beamed at him and preceded him the remaining feet to the dancing space. Duo paused at one point, an almost familiar scent tickling his nose. He considered it for breath, then unable to identify it, dismissed it.

And over at the bar.....

Heero stared at the lithe body as it moved through the crowd, his dark clothing making him a black hole in the sea of brilliant colors. Half his brain was certain it was figment of his imagination or a case of mistaken identity. The other half wanted to know what kind of idiot he thought he was. Honestly, how many teenage boys in the world had hair longer then most girls, wore it in a braid, and dressed in black? An unmentioned third of his brain was listing the various ways to kill his idiot partner for making him worry so much.

Before his brain had the chance to fully catch up with his body, he had left the bar. The press of bodies was frustrating, causing him to continuously lose sight of Duo. He pushed and shoved, ignoring calls of annoyance or interested dancers. Though a short eternity of jostling bodies, he reached his quarry.

Duo danced--more like an in-place wiggling of hips and shoulders--between three people, his long sleeved black shirt open down the front and skin-tight black jeans accenting every jiggle. One of the male dancers pressed in closer, hands sliding down to cup Duo's nether cheeks.

Jealousy surged and Heero found himself lunging forward, wrapping an iron grip around Duo's upper-arm and hauling the other boy to him. He favored the touchy-grabby culprit with the kind of glare that makes grown men scream like girls and call for their mommies. The guy paled, turned tail and ran. Satisfied, Heero turned his attention to Duo, who was regarding him with wide eyes.

[He's alive. He's safe.] The thought hit suddenly, followed by a rush of sheer relief that made his knees weak. He fought the feeling off quickly and glared at Duo. The braided pilot opened his mouth, he even produced a few apologetic noises, but failed to say anything intelligible.

Heero's glare darkened, mind working. [The best place to beat some answers out of him is at the safe-house.] He concluded. With that in mind, he dragged the startled boy in the direction of the door.

Lynx sighed, spinning away the latest potential lay with a shake of his head. The other shrugged and left on his own search. [Just not a good crowd tonight.] he decided, tugging his vest straight. His throat was a little dry, so headed for the bar. After getting his drink, it occurred to him that he hadn't checked out the tables yet. Humming along with the music, he headed to the shallow dais that held round tables and metal chairs with mesh backing.

And that is where he saw him. A strong, beautiful profile, sleek black hair pulled back into a short tail, muscular arms displayed by a snug tank-top(1). A vision. Perfect. With the grin of the terminally love-struck, Lynx headed over to charm this newest interest.

[Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. He's going to kill me. Oh shit.....] Duo stared fearfully at Heero's back, confusion muddling his thoughts as he was hauled like a sack of luggage. [I didn't know they were in this city! Last time I knew....was two-three months ago, 'cause like an idiot I didn't contact them.]

The reasoning he'd come with over that time--not wanting the others to risk themselves rescuing him, wanting to be *off* that damn drug before they'd try, and more--all of it suddenly seemed really stupid. Of course, his main reason had been not wanting to face them like *this*, some freakish human-cat creature. [He's going to kill me.....]

By the time they left the building, Duo's brain snapped back into place. [Wait a minute...] He shook himself free of Heero's grip and braced his hands on his hips, fighting the urge to shiver as the chill night air ghosted over his bare chest.

"Well, nice to see you too, Heero." he beamed, still not quite sure whether to play innocent, like he hadn't been *not* in contact for months, or guilty/sorry for causing worry, or amused by the whole deal, as if he didn't expect anyone to care. The last being only partially un-true.

Heero paused, as if confused by the casual statement. He wavered, then his expression firmed. "We are going to the safe house."

"Oh?" Duo raised an eyebrow, bringing his arms across his chest. [I'd love to, dear, but this isn't a good time! If I leave and don't show up at the hotel later, Lynx will come after me, and he'll find me too. I really, really don't want him to find out about you guys.] "We are? Maybe later, I've got someone waiting for me...."

"We are going to the safe house." Heero repeated. "You are going to tell me--us--where you have been all this time." The look in his eyes promised that if the information was not volunteered, it would be removed by force. Duo bit his lip, suddenly uncertain.

[If I go, he may not let me leave.....] "I might, but I do have some other business tonight, so I'll have to leave early...."

"Damnit, Duo!" Heero impassioned shout overrode his words, getting startled looks from the people hanging around. Remaining words died on Duo's lips. Heero spoke softly, but strongly.

"You were gone for three months. You abandoned your Gundam. You left no information as to your whereabouts. No one saw you any where. There were no plane tickets, no rented hotel rooms, cars, anything. You're good Duo, but not that good. You may as well have vanished off the face of the planet." Heero stepped closer to the gapping pilot, nearly in his face. Duo swallowed.

Heero's scent filled his nose, strong and forceful with his anger, still that wonderful musky, spicy smell he remembered from sharing a bed with Heero a couple times. Only so much stronger now. He shivered in response to something other then the cold.

"You owe me an explanation." Heero nearly whispered, gazing straight into Duo's eyes. He blinked. "Are you wearing contacts?"

Duo choked, bringing his hand up to his face and shaking his head.

"What?" the perfect soldier demanded, soundly slightly miffed.

"Nothing." Duo announced, voice shaking with repressed laughter. "Yes, Heero, I'm wearing contacts." [Okay, so I handled this badly. Now what?]

"Heero! Heero, I thought I saw....DUO!!" The aforementioned pilot glanced up in time to see Quatre just as the blonde grabbed him in a tight hug. "I can't believe you're alive!"

"Some faith you have." He teased, gingerly returning the hug. Quatre pulled back to smile at him.

"We were so worried. We looked for you everywhere, couldn't find hide or hair of you. Where have you been?"

"Well," Duo dodged, "Its complicated." Quatre's smile shifted briefly to a faintly disapproving frown before shifting back.

"You'll have plenty of time to tell us later." he leaned in conspiratorially, "Heero took care of Deathscythe the entire time." Quatre winked.

"Oh." [Do I ever feel like a heel.] "Thanks."

Heero huffed and turned away. "Get the others, we are leaving."

"Right!" Quatre spun off. Not surprisingly, Trowa was already coming through the door. Quatre snagged him on the way past and hauled him back in.

"I wasn't kidding about having someone with me." Duo said into the uneasy silence that followed Quatre's departure.

"Tough for them."

"Heeeerooooo...." Duo whined. Heero's eyebrow twitched.

"I don't swing that way." Wufei flatly informed the young man sitting in the chair next to him, the annoyance in his voice clear.

"Ya ever tried?" he persisted, leaning closer to the Chinese pilot.

"No!" Wufei flared back, seriously offended. He pushed back his chair and stood up swiftly, swaying slightly as the alcohol rushed to his head. The other boy reached out a hand to steady him, dark eyes softened with concern.

"Too much to drink?"

"Don't touch me!" Wufei shook off the hand, frowning. "I'm fine."

"Touchy, touchy. Ya really need ta loosen up, sweetie." the boy grinned, eyes traveling the expanse of Wufei's body. The pilot found himself blushing. "Have a place to stay t'night? I gotta extra bed...."

"Enough." Wufei snapped. "I am not interested. Leave." Taking his own orders, Wufei decided it was time to relocate.

"Ya sure, sweet stuff? I'll be 'round all night, if ya change ya mind." he smiled suggestively, eyes glinting. "Jus' call for 'Lynx'."

"I won't." Wufei returned stiffly, thinking he should just leave altogether. There was a flash of blonde and Quatre was firmly attached to his right arm.

"We found Duo! Okay, Heero did, but he's here and he's okay!" Quatre spoke in a rush, barely containing giggles. The small Arabian always got a little silly when drinking.

"At least okay for now. Heero looks ready to spit nails." Trowa commented thoughtfully, eyes resting on where Quatre was currently cutting of the circulation to Wufei's arm. The Chinese pilot made a valiant effort to free himself.

"Lets go then, before Yuy shoots him and leave us to deal with the body." Lacking any other alternatives for freedom, Wufei settled for pinching Quatre to make him let go. It worked.

"Ow!"

"See ya 'round, darling!"

"Ooh, new boyfriend?"

"Say that again and you will regret it."

"Trowa! Wufei's threatening me!!"

"......"

(1) Wufei: Onna! How dare you?!

Sadie: 'Cause I wanna.

Wufei: I simply refuse to be a part of this.

Sadie: ::laughs and holds up a paper with all the pilots names on it:: Standard fanfic contract, paragraph three: "Anime characters must obey the whim of the writer at all times."

Wufei: WHAT?!?! I read the whole thing, that wasn't on there before!!

Sadie: Oops. ^_^

Wufei: This is unjust. ::sulks::


	Boltstuck Gundam Wing Fanfiction / All Fanfiction
	Kitten's Claws Part 5 C & C always welcome. Sweaty bodies pressed around him on all sides, filling his nose with their pungent scent, which still failed to cover the odor of alcohol, smoke, and other chemicals. The air vibrated with a strange mix of aggression, sexual tension, pleasure, and depression. Duo was loving it. It was nice change to be around people who smelled, mostly, normal, as opposed to a bunch of mad scientists that made it their job to torture others on a daily basis. Lynx latched onto his arm, leaning into him to whisper in his ear. "I'm gonna go play!" Duo nodded, giving him an encouraging wink. The slender boy grinned back at him, eyes flashing under the bandanna his was wearing. He turned and slipped into the crowd, vanishing between one blink and another. [Well, he's off to find a toy for the night,] Duo grimaced, [Which means I get to listen to him squeak the bed springs all night back at the hotel. Huh, maybe I should do the same.....] They had ten hours till their next injection and planned on living it up. His eye burned and he just stopped himself from rubbing it. Dislodging the contact would be a bad thing. Plastering a wide grin on his face, he wove his way through the crowd, aiming for the dance floor. The smell was a tad overpowering, but when he concentrated, he could pick out individual ones. It still amazed him what you could learn about a person from their scent. A too-thin brunette whose body paint offered more coverage then her string top and skirt sidled up to him. "Wanna dance?" she offered in a slightly husky voice that spoke of a smoker. He shrugged. "Sure." Not overly appealing for a dance partner, but it hardly mattered. He could snag another one later. She beamed at him and preceded him the remaining feet to the dancing space. Duo paused at one point, an almost familiar scent tickling his nose. He considered it for breath, then unable to identify it, dismissed it. And over at the bar..... Heero stared at the lithe body as it moved through the crowd, his dark clothing making him a black hole in the sea of brilliant colors. Half his brain was certain it was figment of his imagination or a case of mistaken identity. The other half wanted to know what kind of idiot he thought he was. Honestly, how many teenage boys in the world had hair longer then most girls, wore it in a braid, and dressed in black? An unmentioned third of his brain was listing the various ways to kill his idiot partner for making him worry so much. Before his brain had the chance to fully catch up with his body, he had left the bar. The press of bodies was frustrating, causing him to continuously lose sight of Duo. He pushed and shoved, ignoring calls of annoyance or interested dancers. Though a short eternity of jostling bodies, he reached his quarry. Duo danced--more like an in-place wiggling of hips and shoulders--between three people, his long sleeved black shirt open down the front and skin-tight black jeans accenting every jiggle. One of the male dancers pressed in closer, hands sliding down to cup Duo's nether cheeks. Jealousy surged and Heero found himself lunging forward, wrapping an iron grip around Duo's upper-arm and hauling the other boy to him. He favored the touchy-grabby culprit with the kind of glare that makes grown men scream like girls and call for their mommies. The guy paled, turned tail and ran. Satisfied, Heero turned his attention to Duo, who was regarding him with wide eyes. [He's alive. He's safe.] The thought hit suddenly, followed by a rush of sheer relief that made his knees weak. He fought the feeling off quickly and glared at Duo. The braided pilot opened his mouth, he even produced a few apologetic noises, but failed to say anything intelligible. Heero's glare darkened, mind working. [The best place to beat some answers out of him is at the safe-house.] He concluded. With that in mind, he dragged the startled boy in the direction of the door. Lynx sighed, spinning away the latest potential lay with a shake of his head. The other shrugged and left on his own search. [Just not a good crowd tonight.] he decided, tugging his vest straight. His throat was a little dry, so headed for the bar. After getting his drink, it occurred to him that he hadn't checked out the tables yet. Humming along with the music, he headed to the shallow dais that held round tables and metal chairs with mesh backing. And that is where he saw him. A strong, beautiful profile, sleek black hair pulled back into a short tail, muscular arms displayed by a snug tank-top(1). A vision. Perfect. With the grin of the terminally love-struck, Lynx headed over to charm this newest interest. [Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. He's going to kill me. Oh shit.....] Duo stared fearfully at Heero's back, confusion muddling his thoughts as he was hauled like a sack of luggage. [I didn't know they were in this city! Last time I knew....was two-three months ago, 'cause like an idiot I didn't contact them.] The reasoning he'd come with over that time--not wanting the others to risk themselves rescuing him, wanting to be off that damn drug before they'd try, and more--all of it suddenly seemed really stupid. Of course, his main reason had been not wanting to face them like this, some freakish human-cat creature. [He's going to kill me.....] By the time they left the building, Duo's brain snapped back into place. [Wait a minute...] He shook himself free of Heero's grip and braced his hands on his hips, fighting the urge to shiver as the chill night air ghosted over his bare chest. "Well, nice to see you too, Heero." he beamed, still not quite sure whether to play innocent, like he hadn't been not in contact for months, or guilty/sorry for causing worry, or amused by the whole deal, as if he didn't expect anyone to care. The last being only partially un-true. Heero paused, as if confused by the casual statement. He wavered, then his expression firmed. "We are going to the safe house." "Oh?" Duo raised an eyebrow, bringing his arms across his chest. [I'd love to, dear, but this isn't a good time! If I leave and don't show up at the hotel later, Lynx will come after me, and he'll find me too. I really, really don't want him to find out about you guys.] "We are? Maybe later, I've got someone waiting for me...." "We are going to the safe house." Heero repeated. "You are going to tell me--us--where you have been all this time." The look in his eyes promised that if the information was not volunteered, it would be removed by force. Duo bit his lip, suddenly uncertain. [If I go, he may not let me leave.....] "I might, but I do have some other business tonight, so I'll have to leave early...." "Damnit, Duo!" Heero impassioned shout overrode his words, getting startled looks from the people hanging around. Remaining words died on Duo's lips. Heero spoke softly, but strongly. "You were gone for three months. You abandoned your Gundam. You left no information as to your whereabouts. No one saw you any where. There were no plane tickets, no rented hotel rooms, cars, anything. You're good Duo, but not that good. You may as well have vanished off the face of the planet." Heero stepped closer to the gapping pilot, nearly in his face. Duo swallowed. Heero's scent filled his nose, strong and forceful with his anger, still that wonderful musky, spicy smell he remembered from sharing a bed with Heero a couple times. Only so much stronger now. He shivered in response to something other then the cold. "You owe me an explanation." Heero nearly whispered, gazing straight into Duo's eyes. He blinked. "Are you wearing contacts?" Duo choked, bringing his hand up to his face and shaking his head. "What?" the perfect soldier demanded, soundly slightly miffed. "Nothing." Duo announced, voice shaking with repressed laughter. "Yes, Heero, I'm wearing contacts." [Okay, so I handled this badly. Now what?] "Heero! Heero, I thought I saw....DUO!!" The aforementioned pilot glanced up in time to see Quatre just as the blonde grabbed him in a tight hug. "I can't believe you're alive!" "Some faith you have." He teased, gingerly returning the hug. Quatre pulled back to smile at him. "We were so worried. We looked for you everywhere, couldn't find hide or hair of you. Where have you been?" "Well," Duo dodged, "Its complicated." Quatre's smile shifted briefly to a faintly disapproving frown before shifting back. "You'll have plenty of time to tell us later." he leaned in conspiratorially, "Heero took care of Deathscythe the entire time." Quatre winked. "Oh." [Do I ever feel like a heel.] "Thanks." Heero huffed and turned away. "Get the others, we are leaving." "Right!" Quatre spun off. Not surprisingly, Trowa was already coming through the door. Quatre snagged him on the way past and hauled him back in. "I wasn't kidding about having someone with me." Duo said into the uneasy silence that followed Quatre's departure. "Tough for them." "Heeeerooooo...." Duo whined. Heero's eyebrow twitched. "I don't swing that way." Wufei flatly informed the young man sitting in the chair next to him, the annoyance in his voice clear. "Ya ever tried?" he persisted, leaning closer to the Chinese pilot. "No!" Wufei flared back, seriously offended. He pushed back his chair and stood up swiftly, swaying slightly as the alcohol rushed to his head. The other boy reached out a hand to steady him, dark eyes softened with concern. "Too much to drink?" "Don't touch me!" Wufei shook off the hand, frowning. "I'm fine." "Touchy, touchy. Ya really need ta loosen up, sweetie." the boy grinned, eyes traveling the expanse of Wufei's body. The pilot found himself blushing. "Have a place to stay t'night? I gotta extra bed...." "Enough." Wufei snapped. "I am not interested. Leave." Taking his own orders, Wufei decided it was time to relocate. "Ya sure, sweet stuff? I'll be 'round all night, if ya change ya mind." he smiled suggestively, eyes glinting. "Jus' call for 'Lynx'." "I won't." Wufei returned stiffly, thinking he should just leave altogether. There was a flash of blonde and Quatre was firmly attached to his right arm. "We found Duo! Okay, Heero did, but he's here and he's okay!" Quatre spoke in a rush, barely containing giggles. The small Arabian always got a little silly when drinking. "At least okay for now. Heero looks ready to spit nails." Trowa commented thoughtfully, eyes resting on where Quatre was currently cutting of the circulation to Wufei's arm. The Chinese pilot made a valiant effort to free himself. "Lets go then, before Yuy shoots him and leave us to deal with the body." Lacking any other alternatives for freedom, Wufei settled for pinching Quatre to make him let go. It worked. "Ow!" "See ya 'round, darling!" "Ooh, new boyfriend?" "Say that again and you will regret it." "Trowa! Wufei's threatening me!!" "......" (1) Wufei: Onna! How dare you?! Sadie: 'Cause I wanna. Wufei: I simply refuse to be a part of this. Sadie: ::laughs and holds up a paper with all the pilots names on it:: Standard fanfic contract, paragraph three: "Anime characters must obey the whim of the writer at all times." Wufei: WHAT?!?! I read the whole thing, that wasn't on there before!! Sadie: Oops. ^_^ Wufei: This is unjust. ::sulks::