"Manipulation" (5x1, Rated R/NC-17)
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skellywagTitle: "Manipulation"
Author: That would be me
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 5x1 (3x2 innuendo)
Rating: Hard R/light NC-17
Warnings: Light bondage, plotting!Quatre
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
celinafairy for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
gw_fic_exchange. The kink requests were bondage and mind games. I wasn't sure what to do with the mind games, because, unless I bastardized either Heero or Wufei, neither of them are the type to play mind games, really. So I hope that the Quatre/Duo/Trowa subplot satisfies that request. I rather enjoyed playing with Quatre like this, though. I imagine that he would care about his friends enough that he would want to do this, so I don't consider it bastardization in the least. At any rate, enjoy!
“They’re perfect for one another; I really don’t understand how you don’t see it! I mean, they are the two most disciplined, principled people I’ve ever met. I don’t think it’s possible for two people to be any more alike than those two!”
Duo sighed, getting a little frustrated with his friend. “That’s my point,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes. “They’re too alike. A relationship between them could never work because they’re both too stubborn. If neither of them ever gives, how happy could they be?”
The blonde’s eyebrows furrowed in thought. “You really think so?” he murmured quietly. “Any relationship requires work. I think they could do it…”
“Quatre, you talk like they’re even thinking about pursuing a relationship together. They’re not. I wouldn’t be surprised if they are oblivious to all that they have in common. I mean, honestly; there couldn’t be more brilliant fighters, but they aren’t much on interpersonal relationships. You could talk to your pillow and find it more responsive,” he muttered with a tinge of bitterness.
“Hrm…I can see your point…” Quatre responded slowly, his tone thoughtful enough that Duo could tell the blonde had completely missed his point.
“You’re planning something…” the brunette muttered darkly. “You’ve got that calculating look on your face. You are not strategizing a battle. The war is over!”
Aquamarine eyes had narrowed resolutely, the blonde’s tone low and stubborn when he spoke. “Oh, but I am strategizing a battle, just a different sort.” He rose from his chair, heading out of the kitchen. “Thank you for the input, Duo. This has been very helpful.”
The American rolled his eyes with a dramaticized sigh. “Why doesn’t anyone ever listen to me?” he mourned.
~~~***~~~
It wasn’t really manipulation he was planning, he decided later. It was for their own goods. He was just going to make perfectly obvious the latent feelings for one another that he knew they had to have. The situation really was too perfect. Or so Quatre thought. He’d come abreast of a problem right away. As fitting a couple as Heero and Wufei would make, the two didn’t really seem to talk to one another very often.
Even when the pair sat beside one another at meals, or were in the living room at the same time, a grunt of acknowledgement seemed the only permitted form of communication. The blonde had spent a week lurking in the shadows, observing one or the other of the pair, memorizing their habits and trying to come up with some sort of plan for action. The direct approach would only serve as a last resort.
Quatre was quickly getting frustrated, however. It was becoming more and more obvious that he really didn’t know all that much about either of the ex-pilots he was trying to set up. Yes, they did have similar personalities, but what about their interests? Were they similar? Both Asian men were so secretive that Quatre couldn’t gauge well. He collapsed on the couch with a loud sigh, flipping open the notebook in which he’d been writing all his observations. He flipped through it idly, hoping something would jump out at him.
Of course, nothing did, and the blonde was more lost than ever. “I was so sure,” he muttered to himself. “I can’t imagine two people more perfect for one another… Why can’t I seem to find some sort of starting point?”
The blonde jumped, slamming shut his notebook guiltily when a pair of hands dropped heavily onto his shoulders. “Are you doing something you shouldn’t be?” Duo’s voice purred into his ear a moment later. The brunette crawled over the back of the couch and slid up beside his friend, plucking the notebook from Quatre’s fingers. “Find anything good?” he asked, flipping through the pages.
“No,” Quatre replied sullenly, snatching the notebook back from the American. “I’ve been watching them for more than a week now, and there’s just nothing to go on. They hardly even talk to one another; it’s like they’re complete strangers.”
Duo had done his own research, so to speak, and he grinned at the blonde, violet eyes dancing merrily. It was fun, knowing information that Quatre was dying to have, even if it hadn’t been his own personal discovery.
He hadn’t really believed it when Trowa had told him, but through his own investigation he’d discovered tiny, yet indisputable facts that really didn’t make much sense unless you knew what they indicated beforehand. The brunette’s lips curved into a smirk, and he leaned in to place his mouth very close to Quatre’s ear. “I know something you don’t know!” he sang softly.
A soft, frustrated growl escaped Quatre’s lips. He was annoyed with his lack of results, and Duo wasn’t helping. He shoved the brunette unceremoniously away and fixed him with a rare glare. “What’s that?” he asked dangerously.
The brunette was completely undaunted. “If I give you all the answers, you’ll never really learn,” he teased. When the blonde’s countenance darkened, he quickly continued. “I will tell you this, however…” He edged away from Quatre and rose from the couch. “Instead of focusing on what they say to one another, maybe you ought to focus on what they aren’t saying?” Then, before the blonde could respond, he made a hasty exit.
He allowed himself a giggle when he heard Quatre shout, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”
~~~***~~~
Quatre was at the end of his remarkably short rope. Duo was vaguely surprised by that. He’d always thought the blonde to be rather level-headed. Of course, he hadn’t really been present for that whole Wing Zero fiasco, either. He found the current situation terribly amusing, however. This type of stress was just what the blonde deserved for trying to interfere in something he didn’t understand.
It didn’t really matter that he had been wrong, as long as he had a heads-up on the situation before Quatre. He loved the blonde dearly, but sometimes Duo was convinced that Quatre was the most oblivious empath in the world.
He emitted a sigh, stretching out on his bed and staring at the ceiling. He didn’t hear the other brunette enter the room, nor was he in a position to see his entrance, yet he knew instinctively the moment Trowa stepped through the door. He didn’t say a word, however. It was Trowa’s prerogative, since the older brunette had come to him.
“Have you told him yet?” Trowa asked, not bothered in the slightest by the lack of reception. “He really ought to know.”
The American shrugged, shifting to the side so that Trowa could sit down. “It’s not really my place to say anything to anyone,” he objected with a growing smirk. “After all, I’m no gossip…” he teased. “Besides,” he added before Trowa could take offense, “if it came from me, it’d be double hearsay, since you’re the one who told me.”
“He’s going to make a fool of himself; don’t you care?” Trowa asked, folding his arms over his chest with a disapproving frown.
Duo rolled his eyes. “It would serve him right for involving himself in affairs that don’t concern him,” he snorted softly. “You can’t think there shouldn’t be repercussions…”
“Bitter?” Trowa murmured, regarding Duo with a rare smirk, green eyes alight with amusement.
“Bitter?!” the long-haired man squawked. “Hell no! You think I’m jealous that Quatre isn’t trying to interfere in my life?!” He sat up, frowning at Trowa. “Maybe I ought to tell him that you should be his next project…” he threatened teasingly.
Trowa blanched. “You wouldn’t…”
“No, you’re right. I wouldn’t. But don’t go telling me that it’s somehow my job to set him straight. I want no part of the situation. If you want to save Quatre from embarrassment, do it yourself.” The American’s eyes glimmered with mischief. “Actually…I’ve got an idea.” Those eyes focused on the other brunette almost hungrily. “And you’re going to help me.”
The taller man stood quickly, raising his hands and backing towards the door. “Oh, no you don’t…” he retorted quickly. “I’m not getting involved in any of your plots…”
Duo stuck out his lower lip, slipping off the bed and crawling after the other man, his eyes widened pleadingly. “I only need a little help…” he begged. “I’ll promise to do most of it myself.”
Trowa couldn’t help but relent a little. He did like the sight of Duo on his knees… “What do you have in mind?” he asked suspiciously. “You aren’t going to cause too much trouble, are you?”
“Who, me?” Duo grinned. “Naw, I’m just going to embarrass him a bit. It’ll do him good.” He winked. “And then I’ll hide behind you when he finds out and tries to kill me.”
A roll of the eyes. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, his lips quirked slightly.
The long-haired man grinned brightly, rising to his feet and tugging Trowa back to the bed. “You are better at forgery than me; I want you to write me a note…”
~~~***~~~
I need to speak with you. Come to my room at 10:30 tonight, and be quiet about it. ~Heero
Now, Quatre was not a suspicious person by nature, but the note he’d found under his door earlier that day seemed extremely suspect. He’d seen Heero at dinnertime, and the brunette hadn’t so much as glanced at him. Of course, if he was being summoned so late, logically the blonde decided Heero might not want to acknowledge anything in public. The only thing that really bothered him about it was the part about being quiet. Was that much secrecy really necessary? Heero’s bedroom wasn’t even that near to anyone else’s…
However, while Quatre was fairly suspicious, the note had also piqued his curiosity. That was why he was tiptoeing down the corridor towards his friend’s room. He froze a moment later, straining his hearing. He was about twenty feet from Heero’s door, and he’d thought he’d heard a groan from within.
He wondered if maybe Heero was in pain or sick. Heero had never really been too fond of admitting physical weaknesses, so maybe he wanted some help in secret. He crept to the brunette’s door, pushing it open silently and peeping in.
Aquamarine eyes widened in shock at what he found. Heero was quite obviously not in pain, or if he was, he was perfectly willing in it. The Japanese man was bound to his bed at the wrists with silk scarves, completely nude. His legs were free, but then again, not really, since they were tightly wrapped around Wufei’s hips as the Chinese man drove into him.
The blonde found himself unable to move, even as harsh pants echoed down the corridor. His first thoughts were not for the fact that he’d been right about the pair, albeit a bit late, but instead for the fact that the two were amazing together. A flush rose in Quatre’s cheeks as his breath grew short.
How long he stood there watching, Quatre didn’t know, but he was tight and aching in his trousers by the time the pair came, almost as one. It was even longer before he realized that Heero, who had collapsed rather bonelessly to the bed, had turned his head to the side to stare at the blonde unblinkingly.
Those ocean eyes widened again when he realized he was caught, and he emitted a terrified squeak as he made a hasty retreat and slammed the door behind him.
Wufei started, glancing quickly at the closed door before directing his gaze to his lover. “Who was that?” he demanded, his tone betraying his agitation.
“Quatre,” Heero responded, a small smirk on his lips. “He dropped something by the door…” he added, indicating that the Chinese man should go pick it up.
“Quatre?” Wufei repeated in disbelief. “What was he doing here?” A thought occurred to him, and he reddened subconsciously. “How long was he here?” He didn’t so much as move towards retrieving what Quatre had dropped.
Heero rolled his eyes. “The whole time,” he replied. Before the Chinese man could get angry with him, he quickly added, “I didn’t want to interrupt you…” He trailed a hand up from Wufei’s hip to rest on the man’s shoulder.
A quiet hiss escaped Wufei’s lips, partly in annoyance upon being subdued, but mostly pleasure. “I’ll let you live this time…” he muttered, his tone vaguely teasing. He unwrapped himself from Heero to get up and cross the room. He found a slip of paper on the floor. Upon reading it, his countenance darkened. “Did you give him this?” he growled, moving back to the bed and holding it in front of Heero’s face so that the Japanese man could read it.
Heero frowned, recognizing the facsimile of his handwriting. “No…” he replied. Something about the way the note was written resounded in his brain, and cobalt eyes sparkled with dark intentions for revenge. “But I think I know who did…”
~Fin.
Author: That would be me
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 5x1 (3x2 innuendo)
Rating: Hard R/light NC-17
Warnings: Light bondage, plotting!Quatre
A/N: Written for
celinafairy for gw_fic_exchange. The kink requests were bondage and mind games. I wasn't sure what to do with the mind games, because, unless I bastardized either Heero or Wufei, neither of them are the type to play mind games, really. So I hope that the Quatre/Duo/Trowa subplot satisfies that request. I rather enjoyed playing with Quatre like this, though. I imagine that he would care about his friends enough that he would want to do this, so I don't consider it bastardization in the least. At any rate, enjoy!“They’re perfect for one another; I really don’t understand how you don’t see it! I mean, they are the two most disciplined, principled people I’ve ever met. I don’t think it’s possible for two people to be any more alike than those two!”
Duo sighed, getting a little frustrated with his friend. “That’s my point,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes. “They’re too alike. A relationship between them could never work because they’re both too stubborn. If neither of them ever gives, how happy could they be?”
The blonde’s eyebrows furrowed in thought. “You really think so?” he murmured quietly. “Any relationship requires work. I think they could do it…”
“Quatre, you talk like they’re even thinking about pursuing a relationship together. They’re not. I wouldn’t be surprised if they are oblivious to all that they have in common. I mean, honestly; there couldn’t be more brilliant fighters, but they aren’t much on interpersonal relationships. You could talk to your pillow and find it more responsive,” he muttered with a tinge of bitterness.
“Hrm…I can see your point…” Quatre responded slowly, his tone thoughtful enough that Duo could tell the blonde had completely missed his point.
“You’re planning something…” the brunette muttered darkly. “You’ve got that calculating look on your face. You are not strategizing a battle. The war is over!”
Aquamarine eyes had narrowed resolutely, the blonde’s tone low and stubborn when he spoke. “Oh, but I am strategizing a battle, just a different sort.” He rose from his chair, heading out of the kitchen. “Thank you for the input, Duo. This has been very helpful.”
The American rolled his eyes with a dramaticized sigh. “Why doesn’t anyone ever listen to me?” he mourned.
~~~***~~~
It wasn’t really manipulation he was planning, he decided later. It was for their own goods. He was just going to make perfectly obvious the latent feelings for one another that he knew they had to have. The situation really was too perfect. Or so Quatre thought. He’d come abreast of a problem right away. As fitting a couple as Heero and Wufei would make, the two didn’t really seem to talk to one another very often.
Even when the pair sat beside one another at meals, or were in the living room at the same time, a grunt of acknowledgement seemed the only permitted form of communication. The blonde had spent a week lurking in the shadows, observing one or the other of the pair, memorizing their habits and trying to come up with some sort of plan for action. The direct approach would only serve as a last resort.
Quatre was quickly getting frustrated, however. It was becoming more and more obvious that he really didn’t know all that much about either of the ex-pilots he was trying to set up. Yes, they did have similar personalities, but what about their interests? Were they similar? Both Asian men were so secretive that Quatre couldn’t gauge well. He collapsed on the couch with a loud sigh, flipping open the notebook in which he’d been writing all his observations. He flipped through it idly, hoping something would jump out at him.
Of course, nothing did, and the blonde was more lost than ever. “I was so sure,” he muttered to himself. “I can’t imagine two people more perfect for one another… Why can’t I seem to find some sort of starting point?”
The blonde jumped, slamming shut his notebook guiltily when a pair of hands dropped heavily onto his shoulders. “Are you doing something you shouldn’t be?” Duo’s voice purred into his ear a moment later. The brunette crawled over the back of the couch and slid up beside his friend, plucking the notebook from Quatre’s fingers. “Find anything good?” he asked, flipping through the pages.
“No,” Quatre replied sullenly, snatching the notebook back from the American. “I’ve been watching them for more than a week now, and there’s just nothing to go on. They hardly even talk to one another; it’s like they’re complete strangers.”
Duo had done his own research, so to speak, and he grinned at the blonde, violet eyes dancing merrily. It was fun, knowing information that Quatre was dying to have, even if it hadn’t been his own personal discovery.
He hadn’t really believed it when Trowa had told him, but through his own investigation he’d discovered tiny, yet indisputable facts that really didn’t make much sense unless you knew what they indicated beforehand. The brunette’s lips curved into a smirk, and he leaned in to place his mouth very close to Quatre’s ear. “I know something you don’t know!” he sang softly.
A soft, frustrated growl escaped Quatre’s lips. He was annoyed with his lack of results, and Duo wasn’t helping. He shoved the brunette unceremoniously away and fixed him with a rare glare. “What’s that?” he asked dangerously.
The brunette was completely undaunted. “If I give you all the answers, you’ll never really learn,” he teased. When the blonde’s countenance darkened, he quickly continued. “I will tell you this, however…” He edged away from Quatre and rose from the couch. “Instead of focusing on what they say to one another, maybe you ought to focus on what they aren’t saying?” Then, before the blonde could respond, he made a hasty exit.
He allowed himself a giggle when he heard Quatre shout, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”
~~~***~~~
Quatre was at the end of his remarkably short rope. Duo was vaguely surprised by that. He’d always thought the blonde to be rather level-headed. Of course, he hadn’t really been present for that whole Wing Zero fiasco, either. He found the current situation terribly amusing, however. This type of stress was just what the blonde deserved for trying to interfere in something he didn’t understand.
It didn’t really matter that he had been wrong, as long as he had a heads-up on the situation before Quatre. He loved the blonde dearly, but sometimes Duo was convinced that Quatre was the most oblivious empath in the world.
He emitted a sigh, stretching out on his bed and staring at the ceiling. He didn’t hear the other brunette enter the room, nor was he in a position to see his entrance, yet he knew instinctively the moment Trowa stepped through the door. He didn’t say a word, however. It was Trowa’s prerogative, since the older brunette had come to him.
“Have you told him yet?” Trowa asked, not bothered in the slightest by the lack of reception. “He really ought to know.”
The American shrugged, shifting to the side so that Trowa could sit down. “It’s not really my place to say anything to anyone,” he objected with a growing smirk. “After all, I’m no gossip…” he teased. “Besides,” he added before Trowa could take offense, “if it came from me, it’d be double hearsay, since you’re the one who told me.”
“He’s going to make a fool of himself; don’t you care?” Trowa asked, folding his arms over his chest with a disapproving frown.
Duo rolled his eyes. “It would serve him right for involving himself in affairs that don’t concern him,” he snorted softly. “You can’t think there shouldn’t be repercussions…”
“Bitter?” Trowa murmured, regarding Duo with a rare smirk, green eyes alight with amusement.
“Bitter?!” the long-haired man squawked. “Hell no! You think I’m jealous that Quatre isn’t trying to interfere in my life?!” He sat up, frowning at Trowa. “Maybe I ought to tell him that you should be his next project…” he threatened teasingly.
Trowa blanched. “You wouldn’t…”
“No, you’re right. I wouldn’t. But don’t go telling me that it’s somehow my job to set him straight. I want no part of the situation. If you want to save Quatre from embarrassment, do it yourself.” The American’s eyes glimmered with mischief. “Actually…I’ve got an idea.” Those eyes focused on the other brunette almost hungrily. “And you’re going to help me.”
The taller man stood quickly, raising his hands and backing towards the door. “Oh, no you don’t…” he retorted quickly. “I’m not getting involved in any of your plots…”
Duo stuck out his lower lip, slipping off the bed and crawling after the other man, his eyes widened pleadingly. “I only need a little help…” he begged. “I’ll promise to do most of it myself.”
Trowa couldn’t help but relent a little. He did like the sight of Duo on his knees… “What do you have in mind?” he asked suspiciously. “You aren’t going to cause too much trouble, are you?”
“Who, me?” Duo grinned. “Naw, I’m just going to embarrass him a bit. It’ll do him good.” He winked. “And then I’ll hide behind you when he finds out and tries to kill me.”
A roll of the eyes. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, his lips quirked slightly.
The long-haired man grinned brightly, rising to his feet and tugging Trowa back to the bed. “You are better at forgery than me; I want you to write me a note…”
~~~***~~~
I need to speak with you. Come to my room at 10:30 tonight, and be quiet about it. ~Heero
Now, Quatre was not a suspicious person by nature, but the note he’d found under his door earlier that day seemed extremely suspect. He’d seen Heero at dinnertime, and the brunette hadn’t so much as glanced at him. Of course, if he was being summoned so late, logically the blonde decided Heero might not want to acknowledge anything in public. The only thing that really bothered him about it was the part about being quiet. Was that much secrecy really necessary? Heero’s bedroom wasn’t even that near to anyone else’s…
However, while Quatre was fairly suspicious, the note had also piqued his curiosity. That was why he was tiptoeing down the corridor towards his friend’s room. He froze a moment later, straining his hearing. He was about twenty feet from Heero’s door, and he’d thought he’d heard a groan from within.
He wondered if maybe Heero was in pain or sick. Heero had never really been too fond of admitting physical weaknesses, so maybe he wanted some help in secret. He crept to the brunette’s door, pushing it open silently and peeping in.
Aquamarine eyes widened in shock at what he found. Heero was quite obviously not in pain, or if he was, he was perfectly willing in it. The Japanese man was bound to his bed at the wrists with silk scarves, completely nude. His legs were free, but then again, not really, since they were tightly wrapped around Wufei’s hips as the Chinese man drove into him.
The blonde found himself unable to move, even as harsh pants echoed down the corridor. His first thoughts were not for the fact that he’d been right about the pair, albeit a bit late, but instead for the fact that the two were amazing together. A flush rose in Quatre’s cheeks as his breath grew short.
How long he stood there watching, Quatre didn’t know, but he was tight and aching in his trousers by the time the pair came, almost as one. It was even longer before he realized that Heero, who had collapsed rather bonelessly to the bed, had turned his head to the side to stare at the blonde unblinkingly.
Those ocean eyes widened again when he realized he was caught, and he emitted a terrified squeak as he made a hasty retreat and slammed the door behind him.
Wufei started, glancing quickly at the closed door before directing his gaze to his lover. “Who was that?” he demanded, his tone betraying his agitation.
“Quatre,” Heero responded, a small smirk on his lips. “He dropped something by the door…” he added, indicating that the Chinese man should go pick it up.
“Quatre?” Wufei repeated in disbelief. “What was he doing here?” A thought occurred to him, and he reddened subconsciously. “How long was he here?” He didn’t so much as move towards retrieving what Quatre had dropped.
Heero rolled his eyes. “The whole time,” he replied. Before the Chinese man could get angry with him, he quickly added, “I didn’t want to interrupt you…” He trailed a hand up from Wufei’s hip to rest on the man’s shoulder.
A quiet hiss escaped Wufei’s lips, partly in annoyance upon being subdued, but mostly pleasure. “I’ll let you live this time…” he muttered, his tone vaguely teasing. He unwrapped himself from Heero to get up and cross the room. He found a slip of paper on the floor. Upon reading it, his countenance darkened. “Did you give him this?” he growled, moving back to the bed and holding it in front of Heero’s face so that the Japanese man could read it.
Heero frowned, recognizing the facsimile of his handwriting. “No…” he replied. Something about the way the note was written resounded in his brain, and cobalt eyes sparkled with dark intentions for revenge. “But I think I know who did…”
~Fin.
