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"Wolf Pack"Written By: Emerald Pillow Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4 Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, humor, angst um...I think
that's all...OH YEAH! *slaps her forehead* Totally AU, and language
(Duo can never swear enough) Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, but you can
try to sue me, but all you'll get is a cat with a half mask like Trowa
(But, her name is Duo...) Comments: The idea of the bar thing and what the
bartenders do came from the movie Coyote Ugly, but with a little twist.
Everything else is original (I hope). Um, the only G-boys name used
in the story is Quatre's the rest have other names to go with the
story. Dingo is Duo, Coyote is Heero, Hyena is Wu Fei, Jackel is Trowa.
All the guys are pretty much in character, so you should be able to
tell them apart. Hope you enjoy it! ^-^ Rating: NC 17
Part 3 Quatre blinked back the sudden brightness as he emerged
from the building. Sifting his backpack to his other shoulder, he
walked toward the student parking lot. It had been a long day. He
didn't get to sleep the previous night until five thirty. His alarm
was set for eight. His first class was at ten, and since then, he
had to literally drag himself through each class. He fought against
his sleep dreary mind and body. Now that he was done for the day,
all he wanted to do was go to bed. Wanted to sleep until it was time
to get up the next morning. He still didn't know how he managed to
stay awake through each lecture, but was glad that he had. "Man, you are a fucking prep, aren't you?"
Quatre stopped at the familiar voice and turned around. Dingo was
sitting under a tree. His back rested against the trunk, a Styrofoam
cup resting in his hands. Quatre glanced around the immediate area,
wondering where Coyote, Hyena, and possibly Jackal were. "What's
the matter Blondie? Never seen a lone wolf before?" As he spoke
he sipped on the contents of the cup. "What are you doing here?" Quatre wondered
aloud. Dingo laughed as he shook the cup wondering how much was left.
"You never answered my question Blondie."
"Stop calling me Blondie. My name is Quatre."
"Grrrr. . . You do have some bark in you."
Dingo laughed as he pushed himself to his feet. "Are you drunk?" Quatre questioned as he watched
Dingo slightly stagger over to him. "No, I'm just tired. I'm not used to getting up
this early. This is coffee." Curious, Quatre looked at his wrist
watch. "It's three twenty-five in the afternoon."
"I don't usually get up till five. You're lucky
you got me up, let alone out at this time." "I got you up? Hey. . What are you doing here?"
"I told you." Dingo slanged his arm around
Quatre's shoulder and began leading him in the direction he was walking
in before the interruption. "I want to know the answer to my
question." "What question?" Quatre wondered as he quietly
inhaled, just to make sure he wasn't being lied to about the being
drunk. "I told you I'm not drunk." Dingo assured,
reading Quatre's thoughts. "I just got up. I may like to drink,
but I'm not an alcoholic." He looked up at Quatre. "You
don't look any better than I do. You don't see me asking you if you're
drunk." He snapped. "Sorry. I'm not a morning person. Are
you coming out tonight? Yes or no?" Quatre stopped dead in his
tracks and stared at Dingo. "I'm sorry, you're not drunk. You're insane. Why
would I want to come out tonight?" "Why not?" Dingo asked as he polished off
his 'coffee' and threw the cup somewhere to the left of him. "I don't think Hyena likes me very well."
"Who gives a fuck what Hyena likes? You're scared
of him?" Quatre only stared at him. "Look, you're not going
to be doing anything wrong if you come tonight. Therefore he won't
bother you." He studied the blonde a little before continuing.
He could tell that the Arab was still a little weary of fulfilling
the request. "If I told you that Hyena is all bark and no bite,
would it change anything?" "No." "Good, cuz then I'd be lying to you." Sapphires
widen at the comment. "Look, there's nothing wrong with lusting
over someone." "Lusting? . . ." "It's human nature." Dingo continued as if
nothing was said. "You shouldn't be ashamed of it." "I'm not lusting." Quatre defended. "You mean to tell me you don't like the way Jackal
looks?" Quatre grew silent. "You didn't get a hard on watching
him dance?" "Hey. I. . ." "You mean to tell me that the night you saw him,
you didn't want to reach out and touch him? Just to make sure he was
real and not some dream? You don't dream about him at night? Your
thoughts aren't consumed with questions about him? What's he like?
Is he more than a pretty face and a great bod?" As he spoke,
his words became more serious. With each sentence he stepped closer
to Quatre. With each step, Quatre's cheeks flushed and his eyes averted
to the pavement. If he didn't know any better, he could have sworn
that Dingo was reading his mind. Dingo's smile widen and he removed
his sunglasses, as his bloodshot eyes became more seductive. "You
want him to fuck you, don't you Blondie? You want be to sucked dry
and fucked silly. You want to feel his dick rippling inside you. You
want to feel your sweaty bodies pounding together in agonizing bliss.
Full filling you in ways that you could only dream of. Gripping his
shoulders screaming in ecstasy wanting to release because you need
to, but not wanting to because it means the feeling will end. You
want him to teach you to howl and do nasty unthinkable things to you
that would make your mother bow her head in shame. Then you'll want
to do the same to him." "No!" Quatre nearly screamed as his blue eyes
flew into violet. He didn't know why, but the last statement offended
him greatly. He wasn't sure if it was because Dingo was implying that
he was a pervert, or that Jackal wasn't much more than a sex toy.
Maybe it was because he thought Dingo and Jackal were friends. Friends
shouldn't talk about other friends like that. Any way it angered him
to hear such words. "It's not like that. I don't want that from
him. I just want to know him better. The real him. Not the image that
was created and thrown on a bar counter for a table dance. Maybe I
do want to have sex with him, but only if there's emotions behind
it. Not a one night stand." "Then come tonight." Dingo insisted, his violet
eyes returning to their normal tiredness. He then replaced his sunglasses.
Quatre's eyes fell to the ground again. "What good will it do? It'll only be suffering
for me. It won't change the rules." "Rules?" Dingo questioned as he pulled his sunglasses down a little. He peered over them at the small Arab. "What rules?" "The rule that you can't date outside the Wolf
Pack." Quatre answered, looking up at the American. Dingo began
laughing. "Oh. Hell no." He side stepped and slung his
arm around Quatre again. "Don't tell me you play by the rules."
He began walking, pulling his newfound friend along with him. "I just don't want to get anyone in trouble."
"Let me tell you something. If you play by the
rules, you're not going to get anywhere." "Are you saying that there is no rules?" "Oh, there's rules Blondie. But like with all rules
and contracts, there's loop holes." He pulled from Quatre and
walked a few steps in front of him. "You just have to find them
and use them to your own advantage." He spun around and faced
the confused blonde. "But Katrina said. . ." "That they are set rules and strict?" Quatre
nodded. Dingo pushed his glasses up and shook the head. He bowed his
head in annoyance. "You are such a goodie-goodie. Why Jackal
would want you is beyond me." "Look, if you want to play by the rules, you can.
I won't stop you. But in exchange for doing that, you're missing a
chance to get to know Jackal better." Dingo turned and started
walking away. "Can't say I didn't try. . .See you around buddy."
He gave a short backward wave. Had he heard right? Did Jackal send
Dingo to invite him tonight? Was Jackal too shy to come and talk to
him on his own? What if he did, and here Quatre was blowing the golden
opportunity. Without another moment's hesitation, he ran after Dingo.
"Wait!" Quatre caught up to him and stopped
in front of him. "Wait. . .Wait a second." He pleaded as
he held his hands up to stopped Dingo. "Let's just say, for instantance,
I did come tonight? What's the worst that can happen?" "The worst that could happen?" "I mean Hyena isn't going to be the living daylights
out of me and throw me in some dumpster anywhere, will he? Or Jackal
won't get into any sort of trouble? He won't get fired or anything
like that?" Dingo shook his head. "What you would be doing is perfectly legal. Wolf
won't care, because he'll get what he wants from Jackal and not question
anything. As far as Hyena goes, by the rules that you want to follow
so bad, he can't touch you." "But you said that there is a loop hole to every
rule. Why wouldn't he find it?" "Because Hyena is lacking up here." Dingo
informed as he tapped his temple with his index finger. "When
someone sets something in front of him and tell him follow it, he
will. He's not like me. He doesn't look for the little glitches that
someone forgot to add. . .he's more like you. Wants to follow it to
the 't'." He added as an afterthought. "Besides, Jackal
won't let him do anything to you." "Did Jackal send you to tell me this?" "There's only one way to find that out." Dingo
grinned mischievously. Quatre studied that grin, trying to figure
out the secret hiding behind it. "Are you in or out?" He
asked finally. "What do I have to do?" Dingo thought for
a moment. "How does Tre feel about you and Jackal?"
He wondered aloud. "She's against the ideal." "Ah. . .I see. . .well in that case, you might
have to barrow some of her things." "Like what?" He studied the Arab in front
of him a little. "Nothing extraordinary. Maybe a dress, some make
up, heels. . ." "Dress? Make up?" "You ever walk in heels before?" He wondered
and looked down at Quatre's feet. "Wait. . ." "Maybe you can pull off some low heels." "Wait a minute. . ." "Although, if you wore high heels, you can better
reach Jackal." Quatre placed his hand over Dingo's mouth. "Stop. Wait. . . What are you talking about?"
Dingo removed Quatre's hand to answer. "Tonight's lady's night. If you're not a female,
you won't get pass the front door." "You mean I have to dress like a girl?" "Make sure you get a fake ID with a girl's name and everything. I know someone who can set you up with. . ." He handed a card to Quatre. "Dingo, I'm not going to dress like a girl."
"Are you saying Jackal's not worth it?" Quatre
stared at him a moment. His eyes clearly stated that Jackal was worth
it as he accepted the outstretched card. "What if I get caught?" "Blondie they only ask for ID to get in. They don't
strip search you or anything." "I don't know how to act like a lady." Dingo
rolled his eyes. "Then come as a tomboy in a jersey and tight jeans.
Just make sure that the jersey reveals your shoulder and you'll be
fine." "Are you sure?" "Would I lie to you? I've seen girls in there so
tough they could kick my ass. You're not going to stand out."
Dingo started walking again. "Dingo wait. . .I'm not sure. . ." "If you don't think Jackal's worth it, then don't
come. No one is forcing you to do this. You won't lose anything. The
worst that can happen if you come is that you find you don't like
him. If you don't come, then you won't know. And you'll miss out on
possibly the greatest two nights of your life." Dingo was about
ten feet from him by now. "Two nights?" Quatre wondered as he took a
few steps after Dingo. As an after thought, the braided dancer stopped
and turned to say one more thing. "When you get to the door, just tell the bouncer
that the Dingo howls the loudest. And make sure to be there before
nine." He turned and continued on his way. "Why nine?" "Because that's when it all starts." Dingo
called without looking back. Quatre watched the retreating figure,
wondering if he should trust such a character. Suddenly a image of
Jackal flashed through his mind and all doubts were erased. "PS"
Dingo called without turning back. "Bring some money." "How much?" "Whatever you think Jackal is worth." ~ * ~
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