Walking The Tracks (Sequel to The Train)

TITLE: Walking the Tracks (sequel to The Train) 2/?
AUTHOR: LadyMidnight
WARNINGS: some Angst, AU, past NCS and Lemon, OOC-ness
RATING: R & NC-17 overall
PAIRINGS: 1x4 so far, 2+4 now, maybe 1x2x4 in the future
ARCHIVES: None at the moment, any takers?
FEEDBACK: Yes, please.......*batting eyelashes* Send any private feedback to midnightwing2268@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: I do not own (dog gone it) Gundam Wing or any of the characters and I make no money from this story.......so, please don't sue!


This is for the Terrifying Threesome, CYT, Presser and Moffit.....plus fellow groupie TKMaxwell who all inspire me to become a writer who writes as well as they all do.

Thanks, guys!

Thanks to Sol........for comparing me to a sick puppy *hentai grin*


And, always for Liz........I miss talking to you online!


[outside character voices]


WALKING THE TRACKS


"I'm home!" Duo yelled as he opened the door of the small house he shared with his mother.


"Duo, there is no need to shout." Helen Maxwell said, stepping from the kitchen into the hallway where her son stood. "Oh...by the way, Heero is here. I told him he could wait in your room. You can ask him if he wants to stay for dinner, we're having meatloaf."


When his mother went back into the kitchen, Duo headed up the stairs to his room. What in the world is wrong with Quatre. One minute we were laughing at that crazy horse, then the next he is staring at me like I'm Jack the Ripper or something. And he wouldn't say anything to me......he just got up and ran into that over-sized house of his.


Duo's inner thoughts were interrupted by Heero Yuy yanking him into his own room and slamming the door.


"Stay away from Quatre Winner, Duo!"


"Heero? Wh......what are you talking about?" Duo asked, startled by the Japanese boy's actions and tone of voice.


"You heard me. Stay away from Quatre! I won't warn you again."


Duo watched, stunned as Heero calmly walked out of his room. First Quatre freaking out when I mention Heero's name and now Heero warning me to stay away from Quatre. What the fuck is going on between those two?


"Duo, Heero just slammed out of here. Didn't you invite him to stay for dinner?" Duo's mother called up to him.


"Sorry, Mom....he couldn't stay." I think after dinner I will take another trip out to Quatre's place and find out what is going on.


"Master Quatre, you are not eating. If dinner is not to your liking, I'll have Cook prepare something else for you."


"What?" Quatre looked up, surprised. "Oh, no...Rashid, there is nothing wrong with dinner. I guess I'm just not very hungry. Please don't trouble Cook."


Quatre went back to pushing the food on his plate in a never-ending circle, Duo's words running through his mind. "Yea....Heero Yuy, he's my best friend." Why has my life taken this strange turn? Yesterday all I had to worry about was not getting beat up at school and trying to fit in. Now, with Heero, I don't know what to do. And Duo, he is best friends with the boy, who... what Quatre, seduced, raped........WHAT! I wish I could understand all this.


"Is there anything I can help with, Master Quatre?" Rashid spoke to his young charge, unsure what to make of this quiet boy who had taken the place of his happy, smiling master. He knew something had happened, but Quatre refuse to say what. If only the master's father or one of his sisters were here, prehaps they would be able to get the blond boy to confide in them. But the senior Winner was away on business and all his sisters were out for the evening.


"I'm fine, Rashid, I think I will go to my room and study for awhile, then go visit Sandrock in the stables. Please apologize to Cook for me."


Upstairs in his room, Quatre changed into an over-sized tee shirt and shorts. He sat, trying to concentrate on his homework, but the words blurred before his eyes. Giving up, he moved to the large picture window, gazing out at the darkening sky. I should have reported Heero or something....so why didn't I? There was something in his eyes, something that cried out to me. A deep-seated pain, a wound that he believes only I can heal. Quatre laughed to himself as he thought about the part of the family legend he hadn't told Duo. That those born in Shahar's image also had the gift of empathy. We can feel other's emotions, the good and the bad. But Heero's are so confusing, as if he is fighting a battle within himself.


Deciding it was better to stop thinking about Heero and Duo for awhile, Quatre headed out of his room. Visiting with his beloved horse always helped calm Quatre when his thoughts became too confusing or upsetting. Stopping in the kitchen long enough to apologize to the family cook again and grabbing an apple for Sandrock, the small blond headed out to the stables.


Enjoying the feel of the cool evening grass under his bare feet, Quatre was completely unaware of the cobalt blue eyes that watched him from the shadows of the house. If he had seen the hungry predatory look on Heero's face at that moment, he would have fled back to the safety of his house. But for the first time since his encounter with the other boy, Quatre was beginning to relax, so he never saw the figure that detached itself from the shadows to follow.


"Hello Sandrock." Quatre greeted the pale gold stallion "I brought you a treat from the kitchen."


The horse took the apple from Quatre's hand, munching happily as his master spoke to him.


"I don't know what to do, my friend. I like Duo, I like him alot, but what happened with Heero changed so many things. I can't ignore what I felt today. As much as I tried to resist, Sandrock, it felt good when he was inside me. His touch made me burn. I thought that only Duo would be able to make me feel that way. It just doesn't make any sense. How can I like Duo so much, yet still feel like this with Heero and worse, Sandrock, they are best friends. Hmm, I wish you could tell me what to do." Quatre lightly stroked the stallion's face as he poured out his feelings and fears.


"I can tell you what to do. Stay away from Duo Maxwell, you belong to me!" came the voice of Heero.


Quatre turned, startling Sandrock, to see Heero step from the darkness forming at the stable doors. For a moment the shadows seem to cling to him like a dark cloak, then he came fully into the light. The desire, the raw need reflected in those eyes had Quatre whirling around to flee, but Heero pounced with the speed and skill of a stalking cat.


"NO, Heero....not again!!" Quatre yelled, struggling to escape the strong arms that had wrapped around him.


But Heero seemed not to even hear Quatre as he swept the petite blond into his arms, carrying him out of the stables, into the night. His strides were long and sure as he carried his captive burden to a lakeside gazebo he had spotted earlier. The only thing Heero was truly aware of were the sobs coming from the precious angel he had with him. Soon angel, those tears will be replaced with moans of passion, I promise.


Reaching the gazebo, Heero sat down on one of the padded seats, holding Quatre in his lap and stroking his back as the smaller boy continued to cry.


"Shh, little angel, please don't be afraid of me. I'm sorry if I was too rough with you today, but when I saw the way you looked at Duo, I knew I couldn't wait any longer to make you mine. Please, Quatre......I just want to love you. I need you!"


Watery aqua eyes met cobalt. One filled with desperate need and passion, the other with confusion and some fear. For an eternity, it was need vs. fear and passion vs. confusion until Heero gently cupped a hand to Quatre's face, drawing him closer, then tenderly taking the blond's mouth with his own. Softly coaxing the lips under his to part, allowing Heero to partake of the sweetness there.


Quatre felt himself being overwhelmed by the sensations Heero was invoking in his body with only a simple kiss. It was just like he had told Sandrock, one touch and his whole body felt as if it were about to go up in flames. He had to try and calm this fire before it consumed him, so he pulled away from Heero and pleaded, " Stop, Heero.....please, for a moment. I need to talk to you."


Giving in to the plea from his sweet angel, Heero reluctantly let Quatre climb from his lap and move to the other side of the gazebo.


"Heero, I don't know what to say to you. This afternoon, you never gave me a choice. You just took what you wanted and then expected me to be alright with it. That isn't how love works, especially given the fact that you and I don't even really know each other. I..........I like Duo and you will just have to accept that." Quatre stated, wiping the tears from his face, proud that he was finding the stength to be honest with Heero and resist the tempting urges running through his body.

"Accept... accept, angel. I don't think so." Heero replied, grabbing the blond boy as his father's words pounded in his ears.


[The perfect soldier never lets anything or anyone get in the way of what he wants. You listen to me and heed my words, boy. Nothing and no one is allowed to interfere with the mission, understand? You accept nothing that doesn't fit with your plans and objectives.]


Oh, I understand....Father. Quatre is MINE and no one, not Duo, not even Quatre will stop me from having what is mine.


"Stop struggling, Quatre! I would never hurt you, but *you* will understand that what is mine is *mine*." the brown-haired youth whispered, effortlessly pinning the small Arab to his body.


Rearing back in Heero's embrace, Quatre spoke out between gritted teeth, "I can call out, Heero! If I do......there will be several servants here to help me. I suggest that you leave now and avoid any problems."


"I don't think you will do anything that foolish, angel. I don't want to have to hurt anyone or worse..............." leaving the rest of the threat unspoken as he placed small tender kisses over Quatre's face and throat.


Heero was unprepared for the growl that came from Quatre's throat or the fist that struck his jaw. Aqua eyes flashed in heated anger and the Japanese boy was hard-pressed to subdue the boy in his arms.


"You bastard! I hate you, Heero Yuy!"


"Hate me all you want, angel...but remember that you belong to me."

Not giving Quatre anytime to think or reply, Heero ruthlessly captured the blond's lips. Hooking a foot around the smaller boy's legs, Heero toppled both of them to the hardwood floor of the gazebo. With the breath momentarily gone from his body, Quatre couldn't stop the stronger boy from stripping the shorts he had been wearing off, leaving him in only the baggy tee shirt.


He continued to kiss Quatre, moving his hand between their bodies to caress and stroke the growing erection under the tee shirt. Yes, that's it, angel....you can fight me all you want, but your body will betray you everytime. Finally setting the other's lips free, Heero moved down the petite body to take Quatre's cock in his mouth. Slowly licking his way up and down the hardening shaft, he savored the salty taste of sweat and pre-cum oozing from the the head. Heero made sure that he teased and tormented the most sensitive areas of the less experienced boy's cock, flooding his body with sensations, therefor making it harder to resist.


Heero enjoyed the sight of the small pale angel beginning to moan and arch under his caresses. Running his hand under Quatre's tee shirt he rubbed and softly pinched the pert nipples he encountered, causing the boy to whither and pant, "Please, Heero."


"Please what, angel? Please you....oh, I will, but first I want to hear something from you." Heero said, stopping. Placing a finger at the base of Quatre's cock to prevent the other boy from cumming, Heero commanded, "I want to hear from your own lips that you belong to me. Say Quatre belongs to Heero and I finish what I started."


Quatre could feel the pressure starting to build in his young body with no outlet, thanks to the pressure that Heero was putting on his erection. He tried biting his lip to keep the moans and whimpers from emerging out of his mouth, but it didn't work.


"Please, Heero." Quatre begged.


"Say it!" Heero commanded.


"No!" Quatre moaned.


"Say it!" Heero commanded again.


"Pleeasssee!" Quatre whimper, the preassure becoming painful.


"SAY IT!" Heero growled, wrapping his fingers in Quatre's blond hair, jerking the other's face close to his own.


"I......I........belong.....to you. I belong.........to.......He........Heero!"

"That's my angel." the Japanese boy whispered triumphantly, wrapping his hand around Quatre's cock and giving it a couple of semi-rough strokes. It was enough to send the blond into mindless oblivion.

It could have been minutes or hours later when Quatre finally opened his eyes. He was propped up against one of the padded seats and Heero was nowhere around. The only sign that it hadn't been a dream was the crumpled pair of blue shorts with the sticky evidence on them. Curling up into a ball, the aqua-eyed blond gave way to heartbreaking tears.

"Quatre?"


Quatre jerked, looking into Duo's violet eyes.


TBC


Owari