Warnings and Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing, the galactic overlords known as Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency do. Hmph.

The Following Fic Contains: 1x2/2x1 1+2/2+1, AU, yaoi, romance?, wings, very bad scifi I'm sure, sex eventually as well as lemons, and a glossary located at the very bottom for any words I've gone and made up…or converted to my uses <grin>


"Let machinery fake my place, who has time to chase. Digital is where it is. Love can always be replaced. Welcome to my consciousness. Welcome to our race. Everything is never quite enough."

Everything (is never quite enough) – Diop, Wasis

Digital part 4
By Cs


"So what's the problem now Maxwell?" Chang Wufei's face once more glared at me from the screen.

"I don't know what to do next. I mean this Fliogan is supposed to be my perfect match, my mate for life. There's just this small problem."

"And that is?"

"What about the sex?"

"I thought the sex didn't matter?"

"Well, the sex of the mate didn't matter, but I never stopped to think of the intercourse part of the meaning of sex."

"In other words, you've never been with a male, have you Maxwell?"

"Shinalp no, you know me Chang. I'm satisfied enough without having to go hunting for entertainment of that sort."

"Listen, you're talking to the wrong guy here. You need to talk to the couple you know knows about this sort of thing."

"Trowa and Quatre?"

"You got it Maxwell. They've been mated from infancy, so they're bound to know all about the sexual aspects of a male and male relationship. More than I do at any rate."

"You could be right."

"I'm always right Maxwell, don't you know that by now?"


"Give the couple of the century a call, let them answer all these questions. Give me a call later, I'll be around."

"Thanks Chang, I'll tell you how it goes."

"Oh, that's alright, I think I can be satisfied imagining. Computer, end call."


"Fina, call the residence of Raberba and Barton."

"Yes Mr. Maxwell."

Quatre's face popped onto the screen within seconds, his hair slightly mussed, eyes somewhat wild.

"Oh, it's you Duo."

"Nice greeting, am I interrupting something?"

"Not much, we were justOUCH! Creos Trowa! Give me a second Duo."

His face went off screen for a moment, followed by an interesting view of some more discreet anatomy owned by Mr. Raberba.

"Nice view Raberba!" I hooted at the screen.

"Shut up Maxwell!" A portion of the blond head popped back up, half his face visible. The piece I could see was flushed and there appeared to be a hand trying to pull it back down again. I waited for a few minutes, listening to the various interesting noises.

After a few moments Trowa's face appeared. "Sorry about that. What can we do for you?"

"Well, it can wait if you two are busy. It's just a small problem and a few questions."

"No problem, I think we're done now." He beamed at me, a brief struggle going on out of the camera's view.

"Heero and I are getting to know one another, he's agreed to the match for now."

"Your Fliogan?"

"Yes, and I asked Chang, but he suggested asking you, it's kind of a problem, I just need some information really…"

"It's sex, isn't it?"

"I'm that transparent?"

"See through."

"Ok, so, where do I start?"

He looked surprised, his eyebrows rising nearly to his hairline. "If you're that inexperienced Duo, might I suggest some VR lessons?"

"I…have never tried those, if you can believe it."

"You, I thought you'd tried all the programs by now? Ok, well, the set is called IntercourseM, training 1. They usually send all mated couples through it, though in your situation I suggest the M course, since Heero as I believe you've mentioned is not a female?"

I didn't even have to think about it. "Definitely not, so M course is for male and male couples?"

"Exactly, and whatever that doesn't answer for you, we will."

"You're a miracle Trowa, this should help so much."

"You know I'm made to serve my friend. Just ask Mr. Raberba." He began grinning, one slim hand appearing from behind his head to cover his eyes. The last thing I heard before the connection severed was, "Computer, end…ohhh Mr. Raberba…Call!"

I love my friends, truly I do.


"Fina, setup console."

"Console set."

"Program IntercourseM, journey training 1."

"Setup, and Mr. Maxwell?"

"Yes Fina?"

"This course is usually taken before puberty, you already contain knowledge of the beginning subjects. May I make a suggestion?"

"Go ahead Fina."

"Start journey, training level 12."

"Set it up Fina, you apparently know more than I do."

"Yes Mr. Maxwell, I do."

"Are you growing a sense of humor on me Fina?"

"Mr. Maxwell?"



The intercourse training was not what I would have expected. I'd been through training for all sorts of things, from how to install modifications in my own body, to how to cook Orstras. This was so completely new I was left with nothing to compare it with.

The journey opened on a dark room. A mild voice began speaking to me, almost as if it came from someone standing beside me, though when I turned my head, no one stood there.

"Welcome to Sexual training program 12 Mr. Maxwell. Please follow all instructions to facilitate training."

"Ok, what first?" I asked the disembodied voice.

"Remove any clothing you may have entered the program wearing, and proceed to the room with the black curtains, further training will commence at that point."

"Definition, what's a curtain?"

"A curtain is a long piece of cloth or cloths usually hung in front of an opening within a building or in front of a clear window."

"Thanks." I stripped off the robe I'd chosen to enter the program in, dropping it on a set of shelves that stood near the entrance. Glancing around, I noted that there were 5 doors within the room, each one a different color. Shrugging, I headed for the black door, assuming that's where black curtains might be found.

I was of course, completely wrong. What I found in that room was a boy bound to the wall with strange metallic chains. He was nude, his face hidden in the curve of his shoulder, eyes behind a blindfold. I approached slowly, tentatively stepping up close. He moved then, a small wriggle of hips, a low murmur tumbling from his mouth.

"What?" I asked, moving closer still.

"Need." He whispered in response.

"What do you need?"

"Touch… touch me…please."

I tilted my head, regarding the strange boy. My eyes dropped down, noticing for the first time his sexual excitement, organ thrusting out, beckoning.

"How?" I finally asked, carefully extending my hand to touch his shoulder, lifting his face. His features were unremarkable, except for the statement on them. He was, in rut I suppose. The concept was somewhat foreign to me I admit.

Instead of responding right away, he nuzzled my hand, arching his back and letting out a soft moan. "However you would like."

How did I want to touch him? I didn't know, though, my eyes once again dropped to below his waist, watching the small twitches of his sex. I'd never before seen another man aroused, for that matter; I'd never seen a woman aroused. The idea of it had never crossed my mind before, though I understood the mechanics well enough. Intercourse had merely never been something I thought of.

Unbidden, my fingers lightly touched the tip his rigid sex, rubbing the fluid that leaked out of him between my fingers. Cautiously I licked at it, tasting. It was an odd flavor, salty and sweet, and most distinctly human. I stepped back from him, turning and surveying the rest of the room. "What's your name?"

"Slave 4."

"Slave 4? You mean there are 4 of you?"

"No sir, there are 5 within this program."

"5, one for each door, correct?"

"Yes sir."

"And what is your task Slave 4?"

"To show the embodiment of need sir."

"How do you demonstrate this?"

"Many forms of touch exist sir. I demonstrate what the varying degrees of touch can bring to one in sexual need."

"Can you change form?"

"We are programmed to be whatever you need of us."

"Can you be a specific individual?"

"Yes sir."

"Program, insert bio records of Heero Yuy, designation status Fliogan."

"Confirmed." A deep voice uttered from the ceiling. The boy in front of me changed, growing taller, slimmer, wings forming from his shoulder blades, hair becoming longer and darker.



"Still just a program though." I sighed deeply; apparently, the bio records would only extend so far. I could have the image of him, but not the mind behind the image. "I don't know if this is worth it, I think I want the real you, not this image." I said to the boy wearing Heero's body.


"Exactly. Fina, end program."




Transpod: A dimensional traveling device. The transpod will transport human mass within any area that contains another transpod. The time taken for each journey will always be exactly 10 nanoseconds, as time is folded as well as matter to create no ripple within the dimensions.

Slosta: A drink created from organic matter grown on Jilad, the Slosta is filled with nutrients that heighten awareness and energize.

CR chips: Two microchips implanted behind the ears, the connectors that allow a direct linkage to the VR modules.

Shinalp: A form of cursing, Shinalp is somewhat akin to saying "shit" or "ah shit"

Kajacrap: The Kaja is a life form located on the planet Neskin, a large beast known to produce huge amounts of feces. The phrase kajacrap is akin to saying "Bullshit"

Fliogan Warriors: The Fliogan is a race that attaches metallic wings to their young while they are still being formed within the incubators. The wings are partially organic, fusing with the young so as to become part of their bodies. This warrior race is known to be extremely high tech, and very vicious, most normal humans will not go near them, as they are known to kill without reason. Very little is known of the Fliogan or their ways.

Feed Tubes: Connectors that feed information and nutrients to any life form connected to any long-term device.

Lavablue 6: The planet on which the society of Fliogan reside at this time.

Levels: Technological knowledge is rated by level; most societies only have an average of 30 levels. The common level of most humans is 5, techmaster levels tend to be higher and in the upper ranges.

Steelshift: 1 of over a million different charted elements, Steelshift is partially organic, allowing it to be integrated with human DNA, testing is still in experimental stages, most distinguished users of this element are the Fliogan.

Slipshot Diskwings: A style of wing known to be common among the Fliogan, Slipshot defines the integration of movable parts, Diskwing is the style of the small circular patterns of metal that form the wings of Fliogan.

Contract: A contract is a more binding way to say, "Promise or swear?"

Optilenses: Cyber optic lenses, which can be used during a VR program only.

Creos: The original form of the name Christ has changed with the passage of time, modern form of the word when used as a curse is Creos.

Orstras: A plant matter grown in dark caves on the planet of Trinition, considered a delicacy on most planets, the plant is dark purple with small white bells that can be plucked and cooked. The taste is said to be sweet and delicate.

Realtime Call: The difference between a realtime call and a regular call is in the distance, all realtime calls infer off planet residence of the caller, communications run at high speeds, face to face talking is still difficult between planets.

What is your task: This is the way most people will ask what your job is, what career you're in.

Crèche Technician: Most people are born to the incubators and raised in crèches, the technicians help care for the many children being raised in such places.

Grower: The still forming body of a child within the incubator, a delicate time that must be carefully overseen to prevent accidents. A grower is usually designated as a child in a womb-like state. Between –1 to –9 months, or the time a child would be inside of a mother's body.

Youlin: I manmade mammalian life form, these animals are specifically created to improve the technology behind cloning. Most tests are performed with a small VR module; with which the creatures are filled with the only knowledge they know, as the Youlin is created with a blank slate for a mind.

A Set: A group of Growers that have reached maturity.

Trance state: Every few months of a citizen's life is recorded during REM cycles, the consciousness is stored within a neural processor called a memory chip. Occasionally when one wishes to know another, an exchange of such chips may occur.