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" Welcome Home "Written By: Emerald Pillow
Warnings: supernatural; angst; yaoi; lemon(s);
i think that's it... Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing...blah, blah,blah...yeah, i'm poor. Pairings: 1x3x1, 5x2 Rating: NC 17
Welcome Home Part 5
Wu Fei slid open the receiving slot of the coffee machine. He brought the warm drink close and inhaled the steamy aroma before taking a sip. After driving for two hours straight, it felt good to get out of the car and stretch his legs. Duo bounced from the rest area building with a huge grin on his lips. "Wu Fei, you have to come see this." Duo's smile was nothing less of evil mischief. "What did you do?" The Chinese boy asked as the American grabbed his upper arm and began tugging him toward the building. "I didn't do anything. You have to see this, it's the funniest thing I've ever seen. Come on, hurry up." Wu Fei allowed himself to be tugged toward the rest rooms. "What is it?" "There's a guy in the stall that got his dick stuck in a toilet paper roll." Wu Fei stopped in his tracks and pulled his upper arm from the braided boy's hold. "On second thought. . .I don't think I want to know about this." Duo stopped and turned to look at his companion. "Are you sure? It's really funny looking." "I'll pass. We should keep going." "Why?" Duo asked teasingly. "We are in a rest stop." "So? We've rested, now we go." Duo slid over
to his friend, wrapped "Don't you know what rest stops are famous for?" He asked as he thought of a certain movie staring Ben Stiller. Wu Fei appeared confused at the question. "That's it. No more Mountain Dew for you tonight. You're just too hyper." With that, the Chinese boy headed toward the car. Duo stood still for a moment watching him, wondering if he had truly seen the movie or just playing dumb. Figuring that it probably didn't matter, he followed his lead. At that moment, Wu Fei's eyes were attracted by the map posted in a display in front of the vending machines. "Looks like we're almost there." He informed as Duo stepped next to him. Duo watched in silence as the Preventer touched the screen to indicate where they were heading. Upon the touch, the screen changed to reveal a more detailed map of the area requested. To enhance the map again, Wu Fei tapped the city that they were heading. They both then started searching the screen for the street that the mansion was supposedly residing. It would have been easier to use the navigator in the car, but for some odd reason, it wasn't working properly. "Where you folks heading?" A southern accented voice asked, catching the attention of both boys. They looked up to find a middle aged man standing to their left. "Hartford." Wu Fei answered quickly and looked back at the screen to continue the probing. "Really? That's my hometown. Whatca lookin fer? Maybe I know where to find it." "We're going to Dempsey Hall." Duo answered as he eyed the man; trying to decide if he was just being friendly or not. "Dempsey Hall?" The man asked, sounding more than just a little worried. "What business you got there?" "Why, what's wrong with Dempsey Hall?" Wu Fei asked, wishing that the man would leave them alone. There was something about the man that made the Chinese boy ill at ease. "Folks around those parts believe the place to be haunted." Wu Fei snickered at the thought. "Kids turn up missing whenever they go around that old mansion." "Yeah, well we're here to solve that mystery." Wu Fei joked, then turned to Duo. "Let's go Shaggy." "Like, right Freddie." Duo chuckled and followed Wu Fei back to the car. Just as he passed the man, his upper arm was seized. "Look, believe what you want. . .but that house is just waiting for you." The old man informed as his hazel eyes took on a more serious and eerie look, that startled Duo. The violet eyes widen as he tried to pull his arm free. "Don't go near it. If you cherish your and your friends" life." Still staring worriedly at the man, Duo jogged over to Wu Fei. "He's freaky." The braided boy announced. "Haunted mansions." Wu Fei scoffed as they climbed into the car. He wasn't all too surprised to find that the man was still staring at them. "How can people believe in that stuff in this day and age?" "Some people like to keep up urban legends. All towns have them." "Yeah, but some are more ridiculous than others." Duo started laughing aloud. "What?" "I was just thinking. . .if this was a horror movie, it's exactly what the lead characters would say; only to find out later that they wish they'd listen to the crazy old man. . .though most of the time the old man is a drunk, or the town loon. A truck driver is a first for me." "Yeah, well. This isn't a movie. So we have nothing to worry about." *~*~* "Damnit." Wu Fei growled as they passed the same gas station for the third time. Pulling in at one of the pumps, he looked over at Duo. "Did you see it?" "No. And I was looking too." The American answered. It was the third attempt to locate the mansion on the old country road. However, it appeared that they continue to somehow over look it. The fact that there wasn't any street lights didn't help. Nor did the thunder storm that seemed to have come from nowhere. "Are you sure you read the map right? I mean, maybe it's the wrong road." "I know how to read maps Maxwell. That was the road." "Then where's the mansion?" "I don't know." "Maybe we should ask someone in the gas station." "And get annoyed by another ghost story?" "It's either that or continue to drive up and down the same road." Given the options, Wu Fei turned off the car and climbed out. Duo bounced out after him and the pair walked into the gas station. "Evening." The clerk called sweetly. "What ya fellas doin out in this type of whether?" She asked in a friendly tone as they approached the counter. "We're looking for Dempsey Hall." Duo informed as he leaned on the counter. "Dempsey Hall? Well, you're on the right road." Wu Fei looked over at his companion. "But it's going to be tough to find it this time of night. Especially since it's raining too." "Why's that?" "It's in a holler. No one's used the road leading there for years. The grass, and weeds are so over grown you won't be able to notice the road." "Great." Wu Fei huffed. "I guess it'll be better if we just wait until morning. He stated and looked over at Duo again. "Where's the nearest motel?" It's about two miles up the road." The lady informed and pointed in the direction that it could be found. Wu Fei fished into his front pocket for some money for gas. After paying, they headed back out to the car. "Do you want me to drive?" Duo asked as the Chinese boy started pumping the gas. "Sure." *~*~*~* The lady in the gas station was right. The mansion was easier to find in daylight since it sat back from the road by several acres. It was Duo that spotted it through the trees that had served such perfect cover the night before. Now, as both boys climbed from the car, they were flabbergasted. The mansion was definitely run down. The lawn was over grown. The fountain in front was clotted from years of uselessness. Windows that weren't broken out were cracked severely, or caked in dirt. The roof was sagging, gutters falling, and shingles missing. Damn." Duo griped as he and Wu Fei walked toward the front door. "Talk about the place that time forgot." "Welcome home Maxwell." The Chinese boy teased and Duo lightly slugged his shoulder. "It won't be so bad once it's fixed up." "Gramps didn't leave me any money to fix it up." The American complained as he pulled out the key that a lawyer had given him. He quickly inserted it, and turned toward the right. The door remained locked. He then tried turning toward the left. . .but it wouldn't open. "Damn. They must have given me the wrong key. As he tried to remove the key from the lock, it became stuck. Despite the situation, Wu Fei couldn't help but snicker at his companion. The look of frustrated anger on the heart shaped face was too much for the Chinese boy. "Damnit all to hell." With that, the front door began to fall backward into the house, causing Wu Fei's snickers to evolved to laughter at the stunned Duo staring at his broken door. Upon hitting the hard wooden floor, dust billowed into the air causing both boys to resolve into a sneezing fit. Once it subsided, they stepped into the main hall of the house. Duo looked around the massive room as a sense of belonging overwhelmed him. A smile pulled at his lips as he felt, for the first time in his life, that he was home. Wu Fei glanced over at his friend, and was surprised to feel the glow on the delicate features. I have to find a way to fix it up." Duo breathed as he headed toward the room to their left. “You would want to live in this place by yourself?” Wu Fei wondered and followed the American into what was probably at one time a sitting room. “Don’t you hate being alone?” “Yeah. . .but I could turn it into something. Maybe a bed and breakfast or something like that.” He stopped in the middle of the room and turned to face his friend. “I’ve always wanted to be my own boss.” “Is that the only reason?” Serious violet met curious coal. “It’s mine Wu Fei. I know it may sound a little childish. . .but I’ve never owned anything before.” “It doesn’t sound childish at all. You could
probably take out a loan to “Thanks Wu-wu. Come on, let’s check out the rest of it to see what all needs to be done to it.” The two wondered around the massive estate for the next few hours, making comments about what each room could be used for and then what needed to be done to it. Wu Fei had pulled a note pad from his bag in the car and was taking notes while the American talked. For the most part, inside the mansion just need a good cleaning, and touch ups. The style of the rooms were intriguing, and definitely worth keeping. The furniture was old with age, and wouldn’t hurt to be re ulpostured. They couldn’t really determine anything about the plumping or electricity since neither of them were on at the time. The outside of the mansion needed the most work. A new roof, gutters, windows, and a fresh coat of paint. Not to mention caring for the lawn and fountain. The dirt drive could withstand black top, or at least gravel would be better than the muddy mess it was now. “I’m hungry. We should go grab some lunch and look over what we got.” Duo stated once they had surveyed the entire estate and grounds. Wu Fei nodded his agreement and walked over to the driver’s side. “What about the door?” “With the reputation that this place has, I seriously doubt anyone will steal from it.” Duo chuckled and hopped into the passenger side of the car. “Know what?” Wu Fei continued once they were back on the road. “Given the fact that most of the people we met last night while trying to find this place is certain that it’s haunted. . .you could turn it into a ‘who done it’ weekend resort.” Duo’s eyes widen in surprise. “You’re a genius. . .but I’d have to hire a staff.” “I’m sure if you ask, Barton and Yuy would take some time off just to get you started. Not to mention Schbeiker (I can't spell Hilde's last name). . .” “No. Hilde can stay where she’s at. . .but maybe Heero and Trowa would. If I ask real nice and catch them after sex when they’re both in a good mood.” “You could probably save a few thousand if we did the work ourselves.” Duo stared at his companion. “That is if you can convince them and maybe bring along Winner’s little army.” *~*~*~* Heero looked down at the boy strapped to the bed. His eyes traced the lean frame before they rested on the black thong that served as the only clothing for his boyfriend. The deep green eyes took on a seductive look that told what his words could not. The hard ball that had been gagged into his mouth prevented him from speaking. For the pass hour, Heero had been taunting and teasing him; whipping and kissing him. All that remained to do was to please not only the erection beyond the thong, but his own as well. Setting the weapon of the blissful torture next to the exposed body, his full attention was given to the thong. Trowa gripped the headboard in hated pleasure as Heero’s lips lightly kissed the material. His breathing became heavy with the contact as he thrust himself toward his lover’s mouth. Heero stopped and glared up at the taller boy, to only receive pleading whimpers from the gag. A evil smile pulled at the strong lips at the arousing sound. “Did I say you can talk bitch?” At the question, Trowa grew silent again. For the insubordination, the dominate lover changed his intentions. Instead of tending to the arousal that was blazing to be touched, he lightly licked and kissed along the exposed flesh that held red marks from the earlier actions. Growing impatient, the Latin began tugging at the chains that were restraining his wrists to the bed. Annoyed, Heero seized the leash that was attached to a dollar collar encircling Trowa’s neck. One swift jerk brought the anxious boy as far as the bondage would allow him. The lovers’ face were only centimeters apart as Heero narrowed his deep blue eyes at the green ones. “You’re being very disobedient tonight bitch.” Heero noted the lust filled look in the green eyes at the rough contact. In truth, he was barely able to control himself from making love to the Latin the way he wanted. Instead, he forced himself to wait. . .waiting would just make it all that much better for both of them. He knew that it was turning Trowa on more than he had ever been before. . .everything from being called a ‘bitch’ to being chained and whipped with leather straps. The proof wasn’t just in the arousing depths of the emerald eyes. . .but also the rock hard erection that was grinding against Heero’s inner thigh at the moment. Releasing the leash, Trowa fell heavily back to the pillows. Heero then removed his jeans before lightly rubbing the tip of his manhood against Trowa’s cheek. The Latin closed his eyes as he seemed to enjoy the touch. Heero stopped long enough to remove the gag from his lover’s mouth. Once it was tossed aside, he continued to caress the lips with his erection. Trowa attempted to lick the swollen flesh, but it was pulled from him. “Is this what you want bitch?” He questioned, and his response was Trowa’s barking. “You’re going to have to do better than that bitch if you want this dick.” The snarling grew in volume and viciousness. Satisfied, Heero rammed himself into the open mouth. He closed his eyes as he felt the warm tongue swirling and caressing the most sensitive part of his body. “Suck me bitch.” He commanded, and Trowa complied as the phone started ringing. The phone was ignored and the answering machine came on. “Well, I guess I called too late. . .or is it too early? You’re probably waking the neighbors right now, so I’ll just call back later.” Duo’s voice could be heard, but didn’t interrupt the lovers. “Though I would seriously appreciate if one of you could take a dick out of your mouth and answer the phone, because what I have to ask would only take a couple of seconds. . . .please answer the phone. I know you’re home. . . .please.” No longer able to take the voice, Heero snatched the phone from the hook. “What?” “Sorry about interrupting.” “What do you want Duo?” Heero asked as he pushed Trowa’s bangs from his face. “I was wondering if you guys could get some time off to come and help me fix up the mansion I inherited.” “You’re keeping it?” “I want to. I’m planning to take a loan out to fix it up and turn it into a ‘who done it’ weekend resort.” “You thought of that yourself?” Heero questioned as he began to roughly pump himself into his lover’s mouth. “Well, the resort was Wu Fei’s ideal. . .but I really want to keep it. The place only needs a little work done to it. I’m sure with the five of us working, we could get it done in no time.” Heero’s attention was diverted from the conversation as Trowa bit harshly onto his erection. He cringed slightly in pain at the contact. “Fine. Just tell us when, and we’ll be there.” With that, Heero hung up and returned his full attention to his boyfriend. To make sure there were no further interruptions, he took the phone off the hook. That done, he ripped the thong from Trowa’s body and wasted no time in entering the Latin’s body. *~*~*~* Duo ran the brush through his damp hair one last time. He then sectioned off the long auburn locks, and prepared to braid it. . .however, just as he slipped his rubber band over his index and middle finger, an ideal came to him. He stepped to the door of the bathroom and peeked over at Wu Fei, who was busy placing his belongings into his bag. Stepping fully back into the bathroom, a mischievous smile pulled at the American’s lips. Pulling the rubber band off his fingers, he proceeded to attempt breaking it. . .however, it was proved easier said than done. “Damn elastic.” He grumbled and placed a part of the rubber band between his teeth. At the same time, he pulled harder. Finally, it gave way, popping him in the lip. “Damnit!” He yelled and touched the sore flesh. “You okay Maxwell?” Wu Fei called in regards to the painful swear. After checking his reflection quickly for a red mark or possible bleeding, Duo stepped out of the bathroom and stood before his room mate. “My rubber band broke. What are the chances that you have an extra one?” He questioned, noticing the look that was slowly washing over the coal eyes. Duo had been told many times by several lovers how beautiful he was when his hair was released. He knew that this was the first time that Wu Fei had ever witnessed the event. . .and in truth he was a little amazed that the Chinese boy was acting the way he was. The strong jaw dropped slightly, as Wu Fei’s eyes seemed to be glued to the boy standing before him. He knew what was probably going through the gawking boy’s mind at the sight. He allowed the thoughts to run rampant a moment before speaking. “Are you okay Wu-wu?” He asked, trying to sound innocently natural, but at the same time enjoying the expression on the bronze features. “Uh. . .yeah.” The Preventer sat next to his bag and started rummaging through the contents. Wanting to take advantage of the chance while he had it, Duo walked over to the bed and sat next to his companion. He looked over Wu Fei’s shoulder and looked into the bag with him. Though he was trying to act normal, he couldn’t help but notice the strong smell of soap emerging from the other boy. That was one thing he liked about Wu Fei. . .he was the most natural person that Duo had ever met. Finally, Wu Fei pulled the item he was looking for from the bag. As he looked up to hand it to Duo, he was a little surprised at how close the American was sitting to him. He stared deeply into the violet eyes as a strand of hair decided to conveniently fall into the heart shaped face. Duo smiled warmly and took the rubber band. He then lightly pushed his hair behind his ear and stood. “Thanks Wu-wu.” He called and headed back into the bathroom. The Chinese boy continued to stare after the fleeing mane. For a moment, he wondered if what had just happened really did, or if he had imagined it. Pushing the image from him, he continued to gather the rest of his and Duo’s belongings. Five minutes later, Duo reappeared from the bathroom grinning as usual. The two boys then left the motel room and climbed into the car to head toward the town. After the phone call to Quatre, the Arab agreed to loan Duo the money needed to bring the house up to standard; instead of paying back a bank, Duo would just repay Quatre. That way would be a lot faster, not to mention a lot less of a hassle with paper work, credit checks, waiting, and payment plans. Presently, the friends were on their way to the air port to pick up their friends. The materials needed for the cleaning and repairs were already purchased and waiting for them when they were to arrive at the mansion. Quatre, Trowa, and Heero managed to get three weeks off to help with the project; meaning that most of the work had to be done in those three weeks. Anything after, Duo would have to do on his own. “Thanks again for using your vacation time to help me Wu-wu.” Duo chirped and looked over at his friend. In truth, he felt that he was finally getting through the Great Wall of the Chinese boy. “You’d do the same for me.” Wu Fei answered, keeping his eyes to the road. “But I’ll change my mind if you end up wearing out my CD.” He warned, referring to the fact that the pass week had been filled with music from the pop star every time they climbed into the car. “My baby loves me, but she acts like I’m not there.” Duo sang with the song. “It’s a good CD. . .if they ask her. . .tell ‘em that we’re just good friends. ” A glare from the coal eyes was a final warning. “I promise, I’ll turn it off after this song.” “By the way, it’s just ‘baby’.” “Huh?” “The lyric isn’t ‘my baby loves me’. . .it’s ‘baby loves me’.” “What? He’s saying ‘my baby’.” “Listen to the lyrics Maxwell. There’s no
‘my’ in there. It’s just ‘baby’.” “See, it is ‘my baby’.” “Are you deaf Maxwell?” “Where are the lyrics?” He picked up the CD case and opened it. “They’re not in there.” “How do you know? You haven’t even opened it until I did.” “Because he hardly ever put his lyrics on paper.” Duo ignored the comment and searched the book that was nestled in the front of the case. All he found were pictures of the artist, and credits to the songs; but no lyrics. “We’ll ask Heero. . .” As he said this, he looked back in the back seat. “Do you think there’s going to be enough room for the three of them back there. . .I mean it is a small seating area.” “They’ll fit. None of them are over a hundred pounds. They shouldn’t have any problems. And if they do, Barton can sit on Yuy’s lap.” Duo grinned as he looked back over at his comrade. “How much do you weigh again?” “Muscle weighs more than fat Maxwell?” “Then how come you’re heavier than Heero?” “Because Yuy is genetically altered.” The grin became more seductive as he slid closer to the stronger boy. “I think you’re weight is somewhere that I don’t know about.” He teased and allowed his eyes to drop to Wu Fei’s groin for a split second. “Am I right?” “Depends on what you’re talking about.” “I’m talking about your Chang Jewels.” Wu Fei blushed at Duo’s bluntness. The American smiled at the crimson cheeks. “You got a lot more guts than I give you credit for Maxwell.” “Such guts deserves a special reward. . .right? Namely the answer to my question.” “Don’t push your luck.” *~*~*~* In the end, there wasn’t enough room in Wu Fei’s car for the three visitors and their luggage. Mainly because the trunk was extremely small and a spare tire took a lot of space. Not wanting to be cramped in the back seat for the hour’s drive from the air port to the house, Heero rented a second vehicle that he and Trowa traveled in, while Quatre stayed with Wu Fei and Duo. “See, I told you.” Duo informed and stuck his tongue out at Wu Fei. “Well, that’s what it sounds like to me.” Quatre restated as the song continued to play. “You’re both deaf.” “No we’re not. It’s two against one. . .so the lyric is ‘my baby loves me’.” Duo announced victoriously, and Wu Fei only shook his head. “Why don’t you stick to the original plan and ask Yuy? Someone who listens to details.” “Fine, give me your cell phone.” Duo suggested and stuck out his hand to receive the item. “What for?” “Because, Heero has his phone. I’ll call him and let him listen to the song.” The American explained and pointed behind them with his thumb. “And waste minutes?” “What are you afraid of. . .being wrong?” “Use Winner’s phone. He can afford more minutes.” Duo turned back to his friend as Quatre pulled his phone out and handed it to the front passenger. “Thanks Q.” “No problem Duo.” The American set the song at the right spot and hit the pause button. He then turned on the cell phone and dialed Heero’s number. It was answered on the sixth ring. “What?” Heero sound peeved over the line. “Jeez Louise. You need to take stress management classes.” The American informed and turned around in his seat. As he stared back at the car following them, he noticed that he couldn’t see Trowa any longer. “Oh, so that’s why you’re being cranky. Trowa’s sucking you off. Damn, you guys are horny as rabbits. Good thing you’re both guys, or else we would have millions of little Heeros and Trowas running around.” “Maxwell, get to the point.” Wu Fei snarled. “What the hell do you want Duo?” “Sorry. Listen to this song and tell me what he’s saying.” “You’re kidding.” “It’ll only take a couple of seconds, and
I’ll let you get back to your “That was a little more than needed.” Wu Fei muttered more to himself than Duo. At that moment, the American unpaused the song and placed the phone near a speaker for Heero to hear. Once the chorus was over, he returned to the phone and turned down the music. “Do you know what he’s saying? Is it ‘my baby’ or just ‘baby’? . . .Heero? . . .Heero?” He looked back to see that the phone was no longer in the Japanese boy’s hand. “Well, that wasn’t nice. I would call back. . .but knowing him, he probably has it on vibrate. . .oh wait. . .maybe instead of interrupting them this time, I can help.” Wu Fei snatched the phone from his companion and handed it back to a chuckling Quatre. “Just leave them alone Maxwell.” “Wu Fei! You’re taking all my fun away.” ~ * ~ Chapter
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