Author's Note: I have been notified that I have a footnote in Chapter Nineteen that I didn't elaborate on. I'll take this time to do so. It was a thanks to ShadowMajin for helping with coming up with the multitudes of names to call the horizontal hokey pokey. Sorry I didn't catch that SM. Otherwise, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Warning: Shounen ai, suggestive themes, experimental beginning

Cream

Markus Troy was not a happy man.

First, somehow, the Preventers bust up his drug trafficking business on Earth. Miraculously, he was able to escape. There was only one place he could go to for sanctuary.

L2.

When one set foot on L2, he could disappear, vanish like a wisp of fog. It fortunate that he had come here since the Preventers were having a hard time tracking him down. Unfortunately, his business had been hit hard. Which led to the second thing that made him unhappy.

They were finding the other rings on the Colonies. Already the L1 and L4 rings had been disrupted and dissolved and it would only be a matter of time before the L3 ring was hit.

This was not good. If things kept up as they were at this rate, he was going to lose his niche in criminal Underworld. He would be damned if that happened. Already his criminal empire was beginning to fragment, bit by bit. His control over the gangs that he had was starting to become tenuous.

He had spent too much of his life to let this happen. He hadn't risen through the ranks of his old gang, threatening, blackmailing, even killing off the competition for it all to go down the drain now.

But now, something else had come up. Only a week or so ago, a bunch of thugs from one of the gangs he controlled had been taken down pretty hard. Gun shot wounds, knife wounds, one even had broken bones in his wrist and legs. They had all been found in the ruins of some bombed church. The law had taken its sweet time getting there. By then, a few of them had been near death. Because each was on the most wanted list at the time, they were all incarcerated. Fortunately for Troy, they knew to keep their mouths shut. He had people in the prisons and all it took was for one call and they would be as good as dead.

According to the story they told, they had been "attacked" by a guy with a braid, dressed in black. Even he knew that they had probably provoked the attack. However, there were no suspects, as usual, as of yet.

Was this an isolated incident or not? He certainly hoped so. He couldn't take any more losses, not at this point. His rule was becoming tenuous and he would need to remove the velvet glove and let his iron fist do the talking before he could even begin to look outside of L2 for business ventures.

He'd be back on Earth. He had come too far and done so much just to watch it all crumble away now. He wouldn't allow that to happen.

He wouldn't.

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Solo wiped the sweat off his face as he exited the gym. He could see the Kid napping on the couch, sprawled out like a cat. It amused him for a bit before he heard the elevator open.

Seeing the package in Barney's hands, his heart began to pound in his chest. Accepting it, Solo hid in his study, opening the package, removing a much smaller box from within. Examining the box, he opened it and grinned at the object inside. It arrived, finally!

He had ordered this a while back. Now he would have to wait for the best time to unveil it. It would decide the future between him and the kid, of that he was positive. Grinning brightly, he shut it and placed it in one of his desk's drawers, right next to a thick scrapbook.

Once that had been accomplished, Solo placed the remains of the original package in the trash. Composing himself, he left the study, heading straight to the kid. Taking a detour into the kitchen and coming out with a can of whipped cream, he grinned evilly at the unaware kid.

The Kid was just lying there, his face a vision of innocence that Solo damn well knew that whatever the Kid was, he wasn't that. His hand was dangling over empty air, palm uncovered. He was just begging for it.

As carefully as he could, he filled the kid's hand with whipped cream and then maneuvered himself behind the couch so he could look down at his sleeping victim. Holding a piece of string, he lowered an end down until it touched the kid's face. Now here was the tricky part. Moving it as slowly as he could, he moved the string on the kid's face.

In his unconscious state, Duo swiped a hand at it. To Solo's disappointment, it was the other hand and not the correct one. Oh well, there was still time. Moving the string onto Duo's face, Solo continued, always jerking the string away at the last second, growing increasingly frustrated when Duo kept using his other hand. Solo was contemplating putting cream into Duo's other hand when the braided one swiped at the offending string with the correct hand, smearing whipped cream onto his face.

Solo almost crowed in triumph but managed to keep from laughing out loud. Solo pressed on, lightly tickling Duo's face, putting more cream into his hand every once in a while. As Duo's breathing began to change, Solo knew that fun time was up. Now he would have to flee for his life. He began to move away from the couch just as Duo began to groan upon gaining consciousness.

He felt weird. It was as if there was something on his face, something cool. Opening his eyes, he found that he had trouble seeing. He could still see a few things but most of his vision was white for some reason. Something else that was odd was that he felt something cool in his right hand. Using the pointer finger and thumb of his left hand, he cleared his vision.

Now that he could see better, he was able to see this white stuff in his right hand. A glance at his left hand showed his finger and thumb had the same stuff. Immediately using his left hand to feel his face, he felt more of the white stuff. Eyeing carefully, he tasted the stuff, automatically recognizing what it was. There was only one explanation for this.

"Solo!" he shouted as he jumped over the couch, already on a seek and destroy mission. Even though the blond had grown up on the streets of L2, his skills of stealth weren't as perfected as Duo's were. He was able to pick up on the blond's breathing quickly and pounded into the kitchen.

If Solo could have screamed like a girl and gotten away with it, now would have been the time. Seeing the look of fury that was under the mask of whipped cream, he could only stare in sheer terror at the visage before him.

Was this how Oz felt before the kid killed them?

With a snarl of rage, Duo leapt at him, leaping over the kitchen table that just happened to be in-between the two. While Solo didn't scream or shriek like a girl, he squealed like one before ducking and running. The blond was taking advantage of any corner he could use but Duo was steadily catching up.

He didn't dare go into any of the rooms because that would have spelled his doom. However, he soon found himself being herded into a guestroom, the one Duo was using to be precise.

Without warning, he felt one of his legs go stiff and he couldn't help but groan to himself as Duo pounced on him. Of all the times to go stiff, why'd it have to be now?

Gravity took hold of him as the sudden weight from his attacker caused him to loose his balance. However, Solo always had quick reflexes, an important survival trait on the streets. Hoping it would be enough, he used them to his advantage by twisting his body, causing them both to roll over. Before he knew it, he was on top of the kid and he was already grabbing hold of the kid's wrists to pin them.

Using his weight to his advantage, he pinned Duo down on his back, straddling his waist with hands pinned above his head. He had no doubt that if Duo was really serious, he could throw him off at anytime. He could only hope that the kid wasn't in too much of a bloodlust. He could only be grateful that he had continued exercising as the strength he had now seemed to be keeping Duo down. But it was only a miniscule hope and he hoped that it would at least slow him down.

At the moment, it seemed to be enough. Duo growled up at him, his eyes clouds of anger. Now how was he going to change that? An idea popped into his head and he decided to take full advantage of this position.

Upon seeing Solo's expression become mischievous, Duo was on guard. What was the blond up to now?

Then Solo's face began to draw near Duo's, causing the braided one to gulp. What was Solo…! The blond's tongue snaked out when he was mere inches from Duo's face. The tongue licked off some cream from his nose, bringing the morsel back up to Solo's mouth. Without any hesitation, Solo bent down further, giving the now clean spot a light kiss.

"Mmm," Solo murmured. "Kid flavor. Me likey."

If Duo was blushing, the cream was certainly hiding it now.

However, Solo didn't seem to be finished. He bent down again, this time planting his lips on Duo's. It was just an English kiss but when Solo lifted up, Duo could see some cream had left with those lips. Once again that tongue darted out, swiping the cream on those lips.

"Mmm. Kid flavored whipped cream. Much better."

Duo just stared wide-eyed at the blond.

"What's the matter Kid?" Solo drawled. "You look innocent, which I know you are not. Don't tell me you're still new to the kissing game?"

Duo continued to stare. Solo smiled sweetly, something very ominous as the blond had never smiled like that. Duo's suspicions were proven correct as Solo kissed him again, longer but still lip contact only.

"I'd do more," Solo whispered huskily, "but you have a mess on your face."

"Solo?" Duo breathed, sounding lost.

"Ya all right?" Solo asked, a frown on his face. "I didn't damage your fragile mind now, did I?"

"It's you," was all Duo said.

"Eh, perhaps not too much."

"Are you going to let me up now?" Duo whispered.

"Did I do something wrong?" Solo asked, worried. The blond did release him and that's when Duo struck.

Now the tables were turned and now Duo was restraining Solo now.

"You tricked me!" Solo accused.

"You're damn right," Duo drawled.

Smirking at the pinned blond, Duo bent down and took Solo's lips this time. It felt so right, now that he was actively instigating. It was still lip contact, but when Duo lifted, he couldn't help but smirk. He wasn't the only one with cream on his face now.

"Either you have rabies or you mastered the art of self-fellatio. If it's the latter, then can you teach me?"

Solo gaped at him. The look Solo was giving him clearly said "you didn't just say that." Duo grinned down at him and gave him a peck on the lips before getting off him and leaving the room. It was only when he was washing his face in the bathroom that he realized something.

He hadn't gotten back at Solo for making him dress as a Playboy Bunny and now the blond had gotten away with one of the oldest practical jokes in the books. No fucking way.

"Son of a bitch!"