Author's Note: Sorry for making you guys wait but I've finished at long last! Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: slight language

Put Your Foot Where Your Mouth Is

The papers were set. Everything was checked, then doubled checked again to be sure there wasn't anything to ruin it. Negotiations would be able to begin soon.

This deal that would be going down was of epic proportions never before seen in the corporate sphere. It would single-handedly change the business and economic world as people knew it.

It was something that Durban Jefferson Dermail was determined to see through to the end and it was his intention that everything went down according to his superior's plan.

Dermail, who had been around the block more than once, was an executive of the mighty Romafellor Corporation, one of the largest and most successful businesses in the world. The Corporation itself owned so much that it was more of a question of what it didn't own or had no hand in working with. Banking, stocks, merchandizing, construction, feminine products, clothing brands, book publishing, disease research, humanitarian projects, electronics, patents, advertising, mass media, you name it, Romafellor's name was somewhere associated with it.

Only Winner Enterprises Incorporated could compete with Romafellor on anything and compete it did. The founder and C.E.O. of Romafellor Corporations, unsurprisingly known simply as Mr. Romafellor, was a man of opportunity and a brilliant businessman and even he grudgingly conceded that the Winner family, particularly one Raberba Bahjir Winner, to be quite the competent business rival. It seemed no matter what he threw at the man, the patriarch of the Winner family always found some way to not only endure but to prosper from it.

Perhaps that was why Mr. Romafellor had come up with the idea to create an international trust with WEI, creating the first international monopoly in recent history, if not the first in history. Dermail, Mr. Romafellor's right hand man, had been given the task of setting up the offer that was to be given to the Winners who were suspicious of anything that came from RC, something they rightly so had reason to be suspicious of.

However, in this case, for once in its life, RC's intentions held no other ulterior motives that weren't blatant or any underhanded tactics in its arsenal this time around.

Romafellor was going to be playing…nice…this time around.

So you could understand how frustrating and difficult this was for a man like Dermail in his position trying to come up with something in the right wording that would enable this deal to proceed forward.

Now, while going in person to meet with Raberba Winner would be the best thing to do, Dermail had many other things to attend to on top of it all and just taking this on completely would probably kill him, literally. He wasn't as young as he used to be. Thus, he was going to have put the matter into the hands of one of his more than competent underhands.

But which one would he chose? This was delicate and no screw ups could be allowed. He was going to have to throw his best out, whether or not he wanted to. Mr. Romafellor wanted this to go without a hitch.

With that in mind, Dermail began to make the arrangements necessary for his chosen representative.

--

Solo wasn't really hungry that morning so he was mainly just pushing his oatmeal around in his bowl, taking occasional bites every now and then.

Oatmeal wasn't the thing that he wanted to be eating right now. What he did want just happened to be upstairs, still asleep and just begging to be taken advantage of. Waking up right next to the smaller teen was something he could definitely get used to, without a doubt.

"What's got you so glum?"

Looking up, Solo let a small smile out. Well speak of the little devil himself; the very subject of his thoughts had just come in, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes like a small child. Solo felt the urge to just grab the braided one and squeeze the life out of him but he managed to conquer the strong impulse and remained sitting.

"So what's on your mind, Tree Trunk?" Duo asked conversationally.

Deciding to play it risky, Solo grinned and answered, "You."

"And what exactly am I doing on your mind?" Duo asked, glancing up at Solo before hastily adding, "Don't answer that."

"C'mon!" Solo complained.

"First of all, I don't think my fragile virgin mind could handle it," Duo replied as he took a taste of his oatmeal. "Second, I'm actually hungry this fine morning and would like to eat something without getting disturbing images in my head, thank you very much."

"What's life without a little risk, huh?" Solo pressed.

"There are some things I'm willing risk when I know nothing about them," Duo answered as he took another bite. "However, I do know you and what you'll say so really, there's no risk involved since I have a good idea at what you're going to say."

"Oh? And how do you know what I was going to say?" Solo shot back. "For all you know, it could be something else."

Duo just gave him a look.

"However, you have justification this time," Solo amended. "It's something disgusting and perverted enough to make you not eat for the rest of the day."

"And that's what my gut told me," Duo stated. "Well, at least not that last stuff you said but I was right that it was something that I didn't want to hear."

"And what was it you didn't want to hear about?"

Perking up, Duo chirped, "Good morning Q! To answer your question, Solo was just being himself again."

"You know you like it," Solo teased.

"Give Duo some space," Quatre chided. "He's not used to being hit on this early in the morning."

"Hey!" Duo exclaimed defensively.

"Besides," Quatre continued, oblivious to Duo's interruption, "if you want to do that, at least actually have an intimate relationship with him. Otherwise, it's just not right."

"W-what?!" Duo sputtered.

"W-e-e-ell," Solo drawled as he mock-pondered, "we could just be friends with benefits, ever thought of that?"

"But that takes the charm out of it," Quatre lightheartedly protested.

"Now that I think about it, you do have a point," Solo acknowledged. "Think I should do something special?"

"Of course!" Quatre exclaimed empathetically.

"Hey guys, I'm right here…" Duo spoke up.

Solo looked down at him in surprise. "Are you getting shorter or something? Honestly, I forgot you were there."

It took all of Duo's willpower not to grab the nearest fork and stab it into Solo's jugular at that comment.

Gritting his teeth, Duo said, "Hey Solo, do you like where Solo Jr. is right now?"

Brow creasing, Solo crossed his legs and answered, "Yes, I like him where he is right now. Why do you ask?"

"Why?" Duo repeated conversationally. "Well, I ask only because the next time you say something like that, Junior is going to be leaving the roost, bloodily I might add, on a one way trip straight up your ass. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," Solo said, put his hands down over his crotch protectively. "Why do you keep saying you're going to separate me from my best friend anyway?" Solo complained.

"Maybe because that's the only thing you listen to," Duo grounded back before turning his sights on Quatre. "Don't think you'll be left out either."

"Huh? What did I do?" Quatre demanded.

"Don't think I don't see through you," Duo stated. "You're trying to play matchmaker again, aren't you?"

Quatre had the decency to bow his reddening face in shame.

Solo perked up at that. "Matchmaking? You match make?"

Quatre's face reddened even further.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" Solo demanded. "I could've used those talents earlier."

"Hey Solo?" Duo growled.

"Yeah?"

"You like where your balls are?"

"Shutting up now."

--

Dorothy managed to keep a look of impatience hidden as she endured yet another session of devoted boyfriend time, supplied by her very own Walker.

She just couldn't understand what it was that led her to taking him as her latest boy toy in the first place. The guy was boring and beginning to grate on her nerves. Walker just was too dull for her tastes at this point in time. He hardly swore and when he did, it was when he was defending his claim on her from other people. He had some misguided delusion about her being perfect when she wholeheartedly admitted truthfully that she was anything but.

At one time, it may have been enduring. Now, it was just plain annoying.

She wanted, no, needed something or someone different. Yeah, someone who could lighten up this droll that her life currently was in. She needed some change, man!

And she already knew who the best person was that could do that for her.

Solo Winner…

If there was anybody who could spice things up, she was more than sure it was him. He was stubborn and didn't give up too easily, that much she knew since her usual charms had thus far had little to no effect on him.

If anything, that was a turn on right there.

However, there was one little, itsey bitsy, tiny obstacle that was standing between her and getting the man of her dreams and that obstacle wasn't budging an inch no matter what was thrown at it.

Curse that wretched Duo Maxwell!

What did that gorgeous hunk see in that little pipsqueak anyway? What could the twerp have that managed to divert that blond god's attention from more important things, such as herself? There was nothing special about him! Nothing at all! But that still didn't change the fact that Solo chose the twerp's company over everybody else's. Even hers. He practically insulted everybody that sought to put the twerp back into his place and defended him even! What could possibly be going through Solo's mind! It was accepted that his cousin Quatre was eccentric when it came to friends and that Trowa put up with the twerp because of that eccentricity but Solo was a prime piece of man meat who deserved better!

As long as the twerp was at his side, Solo would never look at her in the way she wanted him to. Whenever the twerp was missing, the blond was more sociable with everybody else, something she definitely noticed and took note of the day Duo Maxwell had been absent from school. All she needed to do was make sure that the twerp was irreparably separated from Solo and then he would all be hers.

"Dorothy? Did you hear a word I said?"

Oh damn, she had to deal with reality again. She couldn't let Walker know of what she had been thinking about, else he would break up with her before she made her claim on Solo. God forbid she went a day without a boyfriend.

"I'm sorry but my mind was elsewhere," she apologized. "Could you please repeat it?" Giving him her most seductive smile, she could tell that he was firmly within her power once again.

"I was talking about what we were going to do after the Homecoming Dance," Walker reiterated, obviously excited.

"How about we go to my house for the night?" she suggested. "My parental figures have been absent of late, busy with something, so we shouldn't be…interrupted while in a compromising position."

Giving her a goofy smile, he nodded enthusiastically. "It's a date, babe!" he declared and wrapped his arm around her shoulder as he began to go off on a tangent about how bad they were going to beat the other team on Friday.

Once again, Dorothy's mind was elsewhere, plotting again once more.

Homecoming, eh? If she could work things to her advantage, it wouldn't be Walker who would be coming home with her after the Dance. Instead, it would be a big, tall, strong, dreamy, blond god who would grace her bed and give her the time of her life. She was drooling inside of her head at the vivid image of being held up against that obviously strong body, caressed gently, stimulated to the point of madness, then filled with his godly weapon and pounded down into the mattress.

She certainly did know the truth of what was said about big feet after all…