Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Gundam Wing and take into account copyright laws.
Warnings: This contains graphic descriptions that some people might not approve or enjoy. This has been made to be disturbing and basically a gore-fest. The cute title is just to throw you off. Also yaoi is featured of course. A lot of lemon to enjoy and the scenes will change quickly so I hope you can follow. Enjoy... Oh, almost forgot. If the paragraph is in the middle with one of these (~*~) it's a flashback. YAOI-MA
Cosmic Disturbance part 1: Blood Red Planet
The spaceship shot slowly through space...
~*~He ran a finger down the tender and tingling fair skin that twitched with the touch of his cold fingers as his palms glowed red. He ran his index finger over the bumps of his spine as his partner leaned over like an animal in heat ready to receive him. ~*~
Heero slipped on his gloves moving his fingers around in the glove to get a better grip. His mind was still a bit focused on the night before as he directed the ship.
~*~He reached the beginning path of how he would start. Inserting a finger and moving it about like a squigling worm he waited for his lovers response. The receiver arched his back urging him to go further and in went the second middle finger. His partners adorable blue green eyes like glaciers glance back him through the corner and he ran his free hand down blue eyes legs making his muscles tense with the sensual feel. ~*~
His destination was Mars to help investigate the disturbances on the renovation plateau. The Earth's Sphere was planning on populating Mars since the weather conditions and temperature could be easily managed. Heero was put to task on finding out why people were mysteriously dying and going insane.
~*~ He pulled out his fingers and rubbed his staff up his crack. Blue eyes could easily feel the hard and throbbing penis of his lover. He waited patiently as he moved it in bit by bit torturing him so. "How bad do you want it?" He asked in a teasing manner.
"As bad as you. Please don't torture me Heero I want to see how pink your heart is." Blue eyes licked his lips and reached his hands back to Heero and ran his hand up and down him tickling his balls. Heero was still surprised at how dirty his lover could be. There was such a difference between him in public and him alone in bed. ~*~
Heero had taken the job to sort of prove he wasn't just living off his rich lover. Heero could care less about what others had to say, but it was Quatre's reputation he felt a need to protect. If Quatre didn't produce an heir to the Winner fortune he could lose out to his sisters. His sensors went off braking his train of thought and alerting him that he had reached his destination after a long two-week journey.
~*~"Heero...oh Heero!" The hot and sweating blonde yelped in an orgasm as he felt the strong young soldier palpitating deeper and deeper inside of him. Despite his total control he found it hard not to reach his full erection. Blue eyes were just so warm and cute. The boy had him riveting to not resist. Heero just wanted to taste every part of him. He yanked at the bed sheets and held onto the footboard to try and hold steady. Heero started moving and working his hips harder.
His partner's screams of delight pushed him on and a groan from deep inside of his throat came out in a lustful scream, "Quatre!" Heero's grip tightened on his hips, pulling closer and all the way in in. Heero could still feel Quatre heaving from exhaustion as he released his grip that left red hands marks. He couldn't believe it. He had let himself go and it felt so well. He gulped down his saliva and rubbed Quatre's legs. Quatre relaxed on the bed with Heero still inside him and sighed. ~*~
He steadied the spacecraft into port and came out to see the heavy set, balding construction general in a space suit with stern eyes and a gray mustache. Heero floated down to him and looked up to the 6'6 man. Heero had only grown to be 5'6 and was very lean.
"Good thang yur here boy we've been havin' a mess of problems." Heero listened intently to the man's heavy country accent. "Seems that ever since we've arrived to start renovating the whole projects gone to hell. Almost like god's saying we should've stayed on Earth and now we've gotta pay for it." The man walked Heero down the long white hall with brightly-lit lights in rows along the ceiling. The man spoke of his religious beliefs to why this was all happening and how it was cursed the whole way there. Heero couldn't share his belief in an infinant being watching over them. Too much death had spoiled him on that. Heero figured out quickly this man was talkative, but nice. When they hit the last door at the end the man, or Mr. Hawthorn he had mentioned, typed in the code and showed him in the main site. Most things had been strapped down, but a few crates and tools floated freely along with a body.
"As you see chaos is the demon king here. Shit on a stick here's what I'm talkin bout right now." He pointed to the young man with a buzz cut and a blue jumpsuit floating around. "The body count just keeps climb 'in like a snake up the drainpipe. He's dead man number 37. We just can't stop it. They are either killed or die out of no where. They won't let us send these poor men's bodies back to Earth cause they think if it's a new virus they don't want it effectin the rest of the population. I pity their families I really do." Hawthorn shook his head sadly and walked through the room into the next. This time he swiped a card to gain access. He then turned and handed it to Heero. "This is your access card to every room in this entire place. Don't lose it!" Heero took it and pocketed it.
The next hallway had a clear ceiling and the dark obis of space and stars could be seen. Heero looked to see the Earth and tiny metal objects that were the colonies and gave a grin. Soon, he thought, soon he would be back with his blue eyes and acting out his fantasies. He knew when he got back he was definitely going to make well-desired love to Quatre.
~*~ Heero smoothly pulled out and lay down on his back next to Quatre. Quatre was lying on his stomach and smiling at Heero. Heero gave an unknowing grin and ran his hand along Quatre's face. Quatre pulled his self over and laid his head on Heero's strapping and tight chest. There wasn't an inch of fat on him. Quatre ran his hands along his ripply abs and listened to his heartbeat. It was so strong and loud. Heero kissed the top of his head and held him. They were both so contently happy with one another and nothing could change it. At that moment they were so close so in love, but neither of them had admitted to it yet. He was scared of it. That word made him worry that if he said it his whole world would crash around him and he would lose everything and everyone. He had never felt this way before. He didn't want to lose Quatre. Quatre slumbered sweetly like a kitten on his chest while Heero sat there in thought. What he had just done was a big step, but an enjoyable one. The change was inevitable.
What am I doing? Do I deserve the warmth and love of this human being? I've caused so much pain and this is what I get true happiness? I'll burn for all I've done and get what I deserve someday, but until then I'm blessed with this gift. He's beautiful, too beautiful for me, yet he knows how I feel. Understanding. ~*~
"Jumpin jehosafat, what happened here?" He heard Hawthorn scream. Heero ran over to the door where the first thing he saw was red. Two men in the same blue jumpsuits were struggling to keep hold of a crazy looking worker with long blonde hair and brown eyes who was foaming at the mouth. In his hand he gripped a big monkey wrench that was covered in blood. Hawthorn had his hands on his hips then snatched the weapon from the man's hand. Heero then turned his head to see to floating body with half a head. This reminded him of the horrors of war, but he had never been so up close. The man's skull was bashed open exposing the brain. His red hair was matted with brain, blood, and bone fragments all smashed together. The red liquid balls floated freely around everywhere and gave an eerie shine. The dead man's body rolled slowly over to his face struck with horror. Heero held his breath. His green eyes were wide and staring up at him and more blood bubbles floated out of his wide-open mouth with his pink tongue sticking out.
"Deliciousbloodmusteattasteyfleshmusthavemore, must have more!" The crazy man's words were all run together and the only thing he could make out was 'must have more', and 'blood'. The man was dragged down to the basement where they placed the others unless they escaped and were immediately executed.
Hawthorn went to the phone and ringed a room. "We need a cleaning crew up to level C room AX-4." He then hung up and turned to Heero who appeared to be unaffected just like him. "This is what I was talkin bout. Every other day or week there's one or two more and one or four are lost. We're at the end of our rope and loosing more and more. The men have come to call the illness Red decease and the insane people Solar Cabin Fever from the extreme heat and closed in spaces." There was silence as Hawthorn explained. He tapped his belt and looked at the dead man.
"I'm so used to it by now it doesn't even make me sick. It ain't human to see your fellow man and feel nothing when lookin at this poor fellow. I'll share wit yah what keeps me sane." Hawthorn pulled out his wallet and nodded with a grin as Heero moved in closer. In the clear plastic holders were pictures of two little girls, a teenage boy with a Mohawk, and a woman. "These are my baby girls Vanessa and Nelly. This is my first born son Justin he's a bit troublesome, but a good boy. And this is my wife Barbara. This is my family and my sanity. Whenever I feel I can't go on I think of them and count down the days until I can return home to them." He boosted proudly. Heero now saw why the man was so level headed and kind. He had a family and a home just like what Heero had found.
Men in white jumpsuits with a big black bag and vacuum came in and began cleaning up. Heero followed Hawthorn to his room and as Heero looked around Hawthorn stood in the doorway. "You get some sleep you here? We don't want you to be gettin sick now. I'll be standin watch and prayin for ya." He then turned and left. Heero stared at the door for a moment then turned to the window.
I want to return home to Quatre. I never had a reason to live before, but now I've got him. This place... I can feel the darkness...and the cold. Heero thought then looked up at the ventilation system. The air that poured in was cold so he went over to the temperature gage. He paused at the sound of men's yells faintly echoing. He ignored it and turned up the temperature. His room was of a nice size. There was a single bed, dresser, desk and bathroom. The floor was bare marble and ceiling white. Heero unzipped his suit, but didn't take it off as he sat on the bed. He rubbed his hair and lay back on the bed. Now that he thought of it he was a bit tired and he did do a lot of exercising on the ship. About four hours or more of exercising to keep his muscles strong. "Quatre..." He mumbled to himself as he closed his eyes and dozed off.
"Get up boy, NOW!" Hawthorn burst into the room and startled Heero awake. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of the hysterical man with blood dripping down his head. Heero didn't ask, but jumped up and went to him. "It's them the whole crew they've lost it! We gotta get out of here and destroy this whole place before they get us!" Heero could see the intensity streaked across his face and feel the tension in the air. Hawthorn and Heero ran as fast as they could down the halls to the loading and space docks. Out of a door jumped a worker. Hawthorn went to punch him when he ducted. "Come on boy we ain't got all day." He pulled back his fist and began running. The three men didn't see or here a thing when the lights began flickering and they slowed.
"What's going on? Why is the main power system malfunctioning?" The worker wined. Hawthorn didn't have time for this and kept on moving when he froze. "What is he doing? I'm not moving until someone explains what's going on!" The man folded his arms as Heero ignored him and stayed silent. His focus was on why Hawthorn had stopped when he spotted what Hawthorn did. It was one of the clean up crew members standing in front of him, his head twitching, eyes blood shot, smile creepily grinned, and head low. He looked absolutely mad. His jumpsuit was blotched with bright red spots and handprints. Heero then turned to the man behind him to see if they could go back or there was something to defend themselves with.
His eyes widened as he saw a shadow move up behind the man. "It's the Solar Cabin Fever..." The man was becoming scared. Then the shadow leapt upon the man. "AHH!!" He screamed as one of the other workers clung to his back and bit into his cheek ripping off the flesh exposing raw crimson muscle. The man screamed and slammed his back against the wall when blood poured from his mouth choking him. The insane worker dug his nails into the man's throat right around the jugular. Blood spurt like a fountain onto the floor. Heero moved to help when he saw a whole group of more and more of them. Their faces pail, clothes bloody, smiles wide and evil, and blood shot eyes staring right at him. He began to back up and glanced down at the man. His eye was wide as the maniac tore out his other eye from the socket and eating his face; ripping it open and spitting out then diving back in. It was too late for him Heero convinced himself and went to Hawthorn. They charged the clean up man knocking him down and running forward.
Heero didn't look back, but he could hear their stampede of footsteps right behind them. Hawthorn was breathing so heavily Heero let his worry for him through his panic. Hawthorn deserved to live and return to his family. "Let me stay behind and fight them while you go ahead." I sound like Quatre. Heero offered as Hawthorn grabbed hold of him. "No!" They kept on running. They reached the pod bay doors and Heero swiped his card through without stopping and Hawthorn locked it as they entered. They paused to catch their breaths and moved towards his ship.
"The whole crew, everyone, all those poor men. We can't even save those who are trapped with them." Hawthorn gave a tear and it scared Heero to see it.
He sucked it in and stood tall. "We're going to make it out of here alive." His stern voice gave Hawthorn hope.
"You're a brave kid, son. I just hope you're right for our sake." He showed a bit of his humor. They walked over to the control panel when Hawthorn spoke up. "We need to go to the control room to open the door without being sucked out." Heero saw what he meant, but when he realized they'd have to open the doors. He had to think again. "Damn!" Hawthorn pointed up to the control room where another crazed person was punching a women with his fists, ripping her cloths open to see her bare breasts then biting and ripping at them. He broke off one of the control sticks and shoved it down her throat. Heero was as disgusted as Hawthorn who was shaking in anger as he watched the crazed man have sex with the dead woman's body.
Heero then got an idea. "If we put on our suits and secure them we can over ride the system and manually open the doors then get into the ship and blast off setting it on fire." Hawthorn gave a nod to his idea and they went to get everything situated. The whole time they could here the maniacs banging at the door. As Heero was readying the system he went to the ship door to give the OK to Hawthorn the door suddenly opened. Hawthorn looked over in shock then realized when he over rode the locking system he accidentally let the locks off of all the dock area doors. Heero signaled for him to get in the ship and he shook his head.
"Kid," he said sadly to him. "I'll open the doors and you git yourself out of here."
"No," Heero argued.
"That's too bad kid you ain't got a choice. You go live your life and warn the world about this place. I'll stop them. I wasn't lookin to be no hero like you and the other boys, but I want to do my family proud. Tell my kids I love them and I'll see them all someday. I'll keep them safe from this." Heero couldn't hear, but he could tell Hawthorn was crying. He was so brave. Heero reluctantly went back into the ship and started it up. Hawthorn opened the doors as they came closer. Some flew out while others still came closer to him. Heero turned the ship around and the engines warmed up "I regret nothing!" Hawthorn yelled as Heero took off exploding the oil barrels they had placed behind it to blow it all up.
Hawthorn was gone, the Mars plan was gone, and now Heero was returning from a nightmare alone. He couldn't help, but feel a little different. This whole experience made him realize how much he loved Quatre and how he was going to go through with his plans to marry him. He reminded his self to tell Hawthorn's family about what he did and what he said. He would keep his promise.
Two weeks later...
Quatre gathered all his guests and began situating the Welcome Home Heero party. He couldn't wait to see his hubby. He'd been waiting for this for a month. He yearned for Heero's strength to hold him, the intelligent conversations, and even the lovemaking. Yes, he especially missed that. The feel of him being inside Quatre, he inside of him, going down on Heero and the passionate nights they just played with each other. Quatre couldn't wait to get back to their regular life together. Quatre had sent a limo to go get Heero so he readied his guests quickly.
At the ship docking one of the officers went to the door as it opened to Heero. The man stuttered a bit at the sight of Heero's wicked little grin. "Mr. Yu-Yuy we have to check you out after your trip." He gulped and Heero just stared at him. "Pl-please come with m-me." He followed the young officer to an office. The officer opened the door to a doctor sitting with his back to them and making tiny sounds. "Umm... Dr. Komichi Mr. Yuy is here to see you."
The man at his desk turned with his hand in his pants and screamed at the boy. "Get out, how many times have I told you to knock before entering?" The boy blushed and shut the door with Heero still inside. The man turned back around with some tissues then turned back around and pulled out some rubber gloves. The middle-aged doctor stood up and coughed. "Now Mr. Yuy I'm sure you're used to this procedure so please take off all your cloths and hold still for your physical." The doctor watched Heero as he stood there very sternly. "Come on what are you waiting for?" Heero then moved slowly to pull off his suit and when the doctor saw his chest he went back to his desk to grab the stethoscope. Heero stopped and came up behind him grabbing hold of the back of the doctor's head. "What are you doing?" He gasped as Heero just slammed his face over and over on the desk. His nose broke like smashing an eggshell and blood dripped out like syrup from his busted nose and split lip. Heero kept his hair-ripping grip on his head as he smiled and snatched a rubber glove. He then lifted his head up and stretched the glove around his neck and choked him. The doctor scratched at the tight plastic cutting off his air when his head became light and his heartbeat faded.
The doctor flopped off his desk to the ground as Heero dropped him and left to the limo. He went to hotel room washed, and dressed then was taken to his surprise party at Quatre's estate.
"Everyone, quiet down he's here! Hit the lights!" Duo yelled with a cup full of punch as Trowa turned off the lights and the doors opened to Heero's dark outline in the light of outside. "SURPRISE!" They all cheered as the lights flipped on and they watched as he entered with a solemn look on his face. The room quieted, as the guests were disappointed to see no surprise or joy on his face. The room parted as he walked in straight to Quatre who was standing at the buffet table. He gazed at Heero as he entered with tears of joy in his eyes, but Quatre held his own and waited for him to approach.
Heero put his hand to the side of his light blue jeans where he had hidden the gun. As Heero was a step away from him he gripped it, but then halted with his plans at the sight of those loving blue eyes. He fell into them and came face to face with Quatre. "Heero, I missed you so." Quatre let his tears drop when Heero kissed him. Their lips locked when Heero slipped in his tongue and they went into a juicy French kiss that plunged them into their own world. Quatre put his arm around Heero as he pulled him closer and Quatre could feel how hard Heero was. Poor Heero's been in space this whole time. I'll have to pleasure him greatly tonight. Quatre thought letting up and the guests cheered. Quatre laughed, but soon stopped at the sight of Heero's wicked grin.
"I want you Quatre." He said in a scary deep tone that made Quatre quake.
To Be Continued...