Since there's no way we can escape it, here's the legal stuff :
I don't own Gundam Wing and its characters, they belongs to people who make less spelling mistakes than me... This fic (for those who don't know what NC17 means...) is a lemon, which means it contains graphic sex. So if you're under 18, or offended by that, I highly recommend you don't read it. (Anyway, I know you can read despite the warning, but don't cry if you're caught reading this by your mommy!)

Recipe V : Do you have nightmares too?
 
 

            A few months later...

They were all waiting feverishly in the white corridor. From time to time, loud cries could be heard, coming from the room. Finally, after several hours, they all jump out of their seats and even Wufei open an eye at the sound of a baby bawling. Bright smiles spread across (almost) everybody's faces until...

"W... WHAT THE FUCK....?????!!!!!!! QUATRE RABERBA WINNER!!!! STAY HERE!!!! WAIT!! YOU'RE SO FUCKING DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!!"

They could here the yells approaching and several worried looks turned to Quatre.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!!! I'M GONNA KILL HIM, SLAUGHTER HIM, MINCE HIM... I..."

Two nurses were trying to restrain Duo.
"I'LL TEAR YOUR ARMS OFF!!! I'LL DRINK YOUR BLOOD!!!! I..."

Behind the two nurses, who were currently sedating Duo, was Hilde, smiling, in a wheelchair, holding an adorable baby girl, wrapped in a cover.
The second nurse blinked, looked at Hilde's baby, then at Quatre, then back at the baby and sweatdropped. Meanwhile, Hilde was showing to a belwidered assembly, her cute little girl, with shimmering blonde hair and blue green eyes.

            Duo awoke with a start. This was the fourth time. Four nightmares in a week, always the same. Being a good christian, he had started to believe that God was trying to send him a sign, and a very explicit one, at that. He turned to look at Hilde, who was still sleeping. He needed a advice. And he also needed a beer and a twinky. Well, the food first, the advice, then.

He got up, stumbled across their room until his fingers reach the doorknob and silently walked towards his first victim. The fridge. After having rummaged for a while in the treasure box, he closed it, tiptoing in the general direction of the couch, with a twinky bag, two beers, an half eaten pizza, and the sweets supplies. He plopped himself on the old leather couch and began a stare contest with the phone.

<He can't possibly know anything...>

<What if he did?>

<He would have told me...>

<Or maybe not???>

<Shit! I wanna know!>

Unable to resist to himself, He started to dial the number whith a donut in his mouth.

"... beeeeeep.... beeeeeeep... beeeee- ... Uh?? Who's it?"

"Hey! Heero buddie! Sorry to disturb you, did I wake you up??"

"Du..."

Heero didn't manage to finish his sentence as somebody grabbed the phone, dodging the perfect soldier's reaction, which, to Duo, indicated that something was wrong.

"NOOOOOO!!! It's 1 o'clock in the morning, he was about to make me come, why do you have the feeling that you're disturbing?? Listen Whoever you are! Call back... LATEEEEERRRR!!"

"Uh..."

Duo really felt -now- that he had interrupted something. He could hear a rather heated conversation, which probably would have made him burst out laughing, if he hadn't been sure -But absolutly sure- That this was NOT Relena's voice, not at all.

"Honey... Just a..."

"Heeeeeeerooo... Please! Throw that phone for me. And give it to me... NOW!!"

"Heero, man! Are you still online?! Are you still... Alive?"

"... Uhh... Mmmnnh... Duo, ... Call... you back... in a minute!"

"... Or two!" A sweet voice whispered before ending brutally the conversation.

Duo laid on the couch and began staring at the ceiling. Eating. Staring. Eating. Staring. The God of Death was bored, and you could easily notice it. He was about to turn the TV on, utterly convinced that Heero would never call back, considering that he seemed to have more important things to do, when the phone rang. Duo nearly jumped and lunged at the helpless phone.

"... Yes!"

"... Duo, are you okay?" Came Heero's cold, calm voice.

"Uh... I needed to talk to you..."

Despite the coolness of his tone, the permanent purring filling Heero's room and the sheets sounds that could be heard in the background indicated to Duo that life was fair and that the pefect soldier, as any average man, was victim of a compulsive "after-sex-petting", including all the usual treatments : hair-brushing-combing-twisting, "Do-you-love-me"s, "Hold-me"s and other women's emotional stuff that Duo didn't even dare to name...

"Heero! Are you listening??!!"

"Uh... yeah! Wait!"

He heard Heroo try to get up and a loud whining began almost immediatly.

"Stttaaaaaayyyyy!!!"

The next sentence caused Duo to fell off his couch.

"Midii... Please..."

Imitating Duo, Heero plopped himself on his couch and waited for him to begin. Ordinarly, he would have hang off and threatened Duo to kill him, but, this time, he knew too well what could be the only reason of such a call, at such a time...

"Midii??? Midii??? Heero... Where is Relena?!"

"Bastia... A sort of meeting..."

"And you... You..."

"Is it about me or about you??"

"None of us. Though,Trowa will dice you if he finds out,  you know..."

"I don't think so."

"...?"

"Whatever! What is it about 'none of us'?"

"It's... For a friend."

"A Friend? And what is his problem?"

"He thinks his girlfriend has... Uh..."

"Cheated on him?"

"Sort of. How do you know?"

"... Guessed it."

"So what does he do?"

"Well... You sh..."

"It's not about meeeeee!!!" Duo looked offended.

"... Ok."

"Wai... Wait a minute! Heero... My friend... How is it that you know so much about this??"

"You don't wanna know."

"Heero... Just one word. Yes OR no."

"Yes."

"Goodnight. Have fun with Trowa's chick. Got to go."

As the communication ended, Heero leaned back in the couch and smirked. Duo's calm attitude held the promise of a blood storm. With that, he got up, decided to avoid at any cost disappointing the young lady waiting in his bed. His last thought was to remember to buy flowers the following day, for Quatre.

Meanwhile, in a bar...

Dorothy smiled shyly as she noticed that he was staring at her.

Damn! never had he thought that he would meet her again, one day. After Mariemaia's coup d'état, she had -literally- disappeared, and no one, not even the "all mighty" Preventers, had been able to find her. Romafeller seemed to have thought her dead, because she had already been "temporarily" replaced at the head of the foundation by some ambitious politician.
She was exactly the same girl he remembered from their first (and brief) encounter on Libra. Same long golden hair, same lavender eyes... And those psychotic and fascinating eyebrows. He found himself wondering if she was still playing with fencing swords too much, though he knew he would not be insolent enough to ask.

He couldn't quite understand why she had accepted a "friendly talk" with him, after all that had happened, after having been hiding so well for months. But he sure was curious, and though their conversation never turn to an intimate one, he was still interested in anything that could help him understand that strange girl. He also wished he could have a camera, for those eyebrows, but that was definitely out of the topic, or almost, because he found himself considering the fact that her legs deserved a camera too...

They chatted about casual and plain things like the way he played, music, family, or at least his, because she had none. Maybe this was the only time during the night where the tone became slightly bitter. By the way, when you invite a girl to drink something, being or not Dorothy Catalonia, Duke Dermaid is not the ideal subject of conversation, he thought. And if it is true that "All you gotta do is make her laugh", Barney the purple dinosaur is a far more appropriate topic...

It was very late when they finally left the small bar, in order to drive her home. He had agreed not to reveal her address and when they reached her place, a flat in a huge complex, he had the sinking feeling that it doesn't matter if he revealed or not her address, because she would probably be gone by sunrise.
He stopped the car in the deserted parking, completely dark except for a small and persistent red winking light, near the elevator's doors. they kept staring at it in a deep silence for a while. He was waiting for the question. She yearned to ask it. But none of them made a single move or even a sound. Eventually, she broke the unbearable silence.

"Well... I guess it's time to leave the car now. Don't you think?" Dorothy said, trying to sound ironic.

"... Yes."

The tension had become so obvious that one could have cut it with a knife -Or with a fencing sword, whichever you choose-. And suddenly, it broke, almost naturally, she thought. As she was about to reach for the doorknob and leave, his hand stopped her, grabbing gently but firmly her arm. She looked at him right in the eyes, her gaze never leaving his as he leaned closer and pressed his lips against hers in a chaste kiss. Well... Uh... Chaste for almost three seconds. Soon enough, she felt his tongue probing her lips hesitantly, and she parted them slowly, allowing him to explore every recess of her mouth very willingly, but she didn't kiss back. She was a Lady, after all, and if she knew with certainty that he had already won, she wouldn't give herself so easily, nonetheless. He finally parted, allowing them both to breath. He looked at her, trying to hide his puzzlement. He was very that he had given her his most "toe-curling" kiss, and she hadn't even kissed back. of course, she was out of breath, but her eyes held nothing that could look like emotion or surprise. He was almost disappointed. She wasn't even flushed. As he was lost in his considerations, she surprised him by grabbing his shirt collar, pulling him close and returning him expertly his kiss, fondling every part of his mouth available with her warm tongue.

When she broke the kiss, he didn't think twice. If she wasn't blushing yet, then he could take good care of it. In a swift and supple movement, dodging any reaction she could have managed, he shifted her so that she was now straddling his lap. He caught a twinge of surprise in her eyes, only for an instant. But it was enough for him to decide that he was on the right way.
He resumed kissing her and, soon, his lips wandered lower, tracing her jaw and nibbling at her neck. His hands, meanwhile, never stayed idle. He had deftly divested her of her jacket, and was now reaching the last limits of decency in a car, sliding his hands tentatively under her skirt. The minute he did so, he blessed simultaneously both skirts and sheer silk stockings manufacturers. He started stroking softly and thoroughly the warm skin that was offered by the stockings and, sensing no intention to stop him, unbuttoned quickly and almost nervously her long skirt.

She moaned softly in his mouth as the skirt fell silently on his lap, allowing his hand to explore her innerthighs. She realized, then, that he was still fully dressed and too calm for her liking. So, though she was highly distracted by an audacious hand which had reached the lace of her panties, she began to push his jacket, not even bothering to take it off correctly, and to fumble with the buttons of his shirt.

She was almost done with his shirt when she was forced to stop by an unexpected wave of pleasure. Electric jolts ran down her spine as one of his hands, which had sled under her shirt, started fondling her right breast rather roughly, while the hand resting between her thighs had finally made its way in her panties and was now probbing her most sensitive parts with an evil efficiency.

She moaned helplessly under his deft ministrations and wrapped her arms around his neck, bucking inconsciously her hips under the two fingers that had entered her wet passage and his thumb, that was tracing regular circles around her clitoris with an increasing speed and pression. She hardly noticed that his hand had left her breast and was now fumbling under the seat. Actually, she hardly noticed anything at all and when she felt the seat reclining, along with his body, the only thing she could do was to follow obediently, in order to keep those magical fingers inside her.

She was disappointed however. As soon as the seat was in a position that allowed him to lie almost flat on his back, he removed his fingers, letting her on the verge of heaven. She let out a groan of frustration and started grinding her hips against him, only to find that she was currently sitting on something rather... hard. Realisation slowly downed and the next seconds were the most frustrating in their whole life. Never had she found a zipper so cumbersome and a pair of boxers so irritating. Never had he found panties so useless, not to say that it was a challenge to remove them quickly in a sitting position. And if the guilty panties hadn't give in after a few seconds of struggling, they would probably have ended up torn...

Eventually, they managed to freed both his erection and her damp womanhood and she gazed down at his member with a lust that she didn't even try to disguise. She lifted herself slightly, her nether lips resting against the throbbing tip and let her hands graze the sides of his member, feeling the hot and smooth skin covering the pulsing flesh. He began to squirm a little bit, his patience fading. Finally, having reveled in this position long enough, she circled his manhood firmly with her hand and guided it inside her, letting herself down, pushing until he was burried deeply in her.

He couldn't repress a moan at the feel of her warm walls squeezing him softly and when she began steady, rhythmical moves up and down his shaft, he wished he could have a gag to silence himself.  She felt his hands wander across her thighs, until they gripped her waist firmly and pounded her against him. Their breathing became panting, their desire became sheer need and the incessant thrusts soon drew loud moans and shorts gasps out of their throats. She was the first to give in to the upcoming orgasm and, at long last, she heard herself scream his name in release, spasms racking through her entire body. The sensation of her tight passage clenching and unclenching around him, added to the sight of her, moaning, coming, pushed him over the edge as well and his body tensed a few times before she felt a warm liquid spill slowly inside her and running down her thighs.

"Well..." She sighed, after a few moments of recovering in his arms. "I just hope that the proud owner of the red lipstick I saw in the glovebox won't be mad!"

He sweatdropped.
 

Duo was gonna eat him. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were glazed with lust and gluttony. But he would make him suffer before he does. He looked down at the huge glass of strawberry-chocolate-peanuts-banana milkshake, knowing what was about to happen. He felt himself falling inexorably, before sinking in the disgusting mixture. His lungs ached, he couldn't see, couldn't breath... There was only pain. Pain and milkshake. Then, he felt himself being lifted and Duo started to squeeze him, harder and harder... Until the thick cream started to ooze out of him and pour slowly to form a puddle on the table, near the cereals box... And everything went black, he was in Duo's stomach, he was dead...

Quatre awoke screaming in his bed. He looked at the alarm clock that indicated 3:12, and sighed. He laid flat on the numerous covers and tried to think rationally. Always that same nightmare. He was a twinky and Duo eated him for his breakfast. Scarry...

"I won't repeat it twice, Hilde... GET OUT OF HERE!!! YOU CAN'T HIDE IN THE BATHROOM ETERNALLY!!!!!!!!"

"Yes! I can!"

"YOU'LL STARVE!!!"

"I prefer dying like this... Booooh... Sniff...."

"Please... Pretty please Hildie darlin'..." Duo was now trying to slid a finger under the door.

"No!"

"Owwch!! F***!!! You beat my finger!"

"Every part of you that will try to slide under this door will be walked on the same way!!"

"Hilde... I won't yell at you if you get out like a good girl..."

"LIAR!!"

"I may run, I may hide... BUT I NEVER TELL A LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEE!!!!"

"Where's the knife?"

"Which knife... uh... Hildie darlin'?"

"The one you held when you chased meeeeeeee!!"

"I threw it! There's no knife, no gun, no pair of cissors!"

"LIAR! I can see it! You... YOU TOOK YOUR GUN TOOOO???!! OMIGAWD!!" With that, Hilde resumed her torrential weeping and impressive squealing.

"You can see it......???" He finally realized that the young girl had been peeping through the keyhole from the start. His anger turned to sheer madness and Hilde heard him leave and starting rummaging in a closet. There was an astounding silence for a while, and suddenly, Hilde found that there was a strange smell in this bathroom. Something like... SMOKE??
She got up abruptly to find that there was small black clouds coming from under the door. She gasped. Behind the door, Duo was laughing madly.

"Heeeeheeheee!! The God of Death is gonna smoke you out, little bee!"