Jungle love part 23
Category: AU, some sap, slight fluff, yaoi, very slight lime (maybe limon)

Pairings: 1xOC, 1x2 overall, 3+4+3 (mainly), slight 3+2 and 2+4

Disclaimer: I do not own GW or its characters

Spoilers: None!

Warnings: bad grammar spoken, swearing, nudity, lots of loving going on, maybe slight Geographic error, AND this one is a bit longer than usual

Rated: NC-17

Notes- Do NOT let the HET scare you away! It's very minor! And for this part… I think I was sprouting nonsense, but I had to find a way for Trowa and Quatre to get used to each other before I get them together, and this is the result. Please don't hate the fluff!

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(Deleted the word meanings cause… it's getting too long. But if I have a new word to decipher, then I'll put it up. Or whatever words are in the chapter will be put up here.)
Sop- means what?
Ninga- means idiot
Toki- means now
Wowee- means baby girl, or little girl
Tiwina- concubine
Ponaas- is father
Dinaas- is mother


//Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Jungle life
You're far away from nothing
It's all right
You won't miss home

Take a chance
Leave everything behind you
Come and join me
Won't be sorry
It's easy to survive

Jungle life
We're living in the open
All alone, like Tarzan Boy

Hide and seek
We play along while rushing cross theforest
Monkey business on a sunny afternoon//

Tarzan Boy by Baltimora


Quatre stretched his arms up over his head. He'd never had such a peaceful, and relaxing sleep in such a long time. He lay there awhile, staring up at the ceiling. He was slowly recalling that he had a dream in the middle of the night. It was a short one, but he can still remember it.

~^~It was dark, and the moon was shining brightly above. He was at the river; fireflies were hovering over it, doing a dance of joining. He watched, mesmerized, for only a few seconds, and then the reflection of the moon in the water began to take shape.

Quatre gazed at the radiant light for a while then his eyes rose up and saw a glowing figure floating above the water's service just like the fireflies were. He was tall, light brown hair stuck out in front, eyes shone a bright leaf green, and he had a pair of dragonfly type wings. He wore nothing but a small, silky piece of cloth that just barely covered his private area.

All Quatre could do was stand there and stare. But then, the figure that Quatre had just started to recognize, took off into the sky toward the full moon. ~^~

Quatre sighed, and then, almost against his will, he looked over at the still sleeping form that lay in the hammock. He wished that he could see those eyes again and admire the beautiful green hue of them. When had he suddenly begun to have feelings for the tall man? Perhaps it was the first day he arrived or maybe it was the day after. Now it didn't matter. Now, he knew for sure, he had fallen for him. His cousin was right… he did like Trowa. He liked him a lot. But he wasn't sure just how Trowa felt for him. He knew that he should find out, or else his curiosity would kill him.

Quatre jumped slightly when he saw the other man shift in his sleep, and then turn on his side, back facing him. Quatre had always been a light sleeper and often woke up earlier than anyone else. Sometimes when Duo would spend the night at his place and they would share a room, he would wake up just like this and gaze at him while he asleep. Duo looked so innocent when he slept, so unlike when he was awake and he'd stare at you with those big, blue eyes and smirk, like he had something up his sleeve.

Back then Quatre admired his cousin greatly. He was often jealous on how he looked and the way he always seemed to attract so many different people. Many girls would flock to him, and you could see it in their eyes that they wished for Duo to ask them out or even notice that they were alive. He had that kind of aura, Quatre realized, that just drew you to him. Maybe that same aura drew Heero to him. And maybe, it was the same aura that Trowa had, which drew himself to the green-eyed man. Right then he wished that he could coax him to come over and lay by him. And hold him.

Tora startled the blond man, nuzzling his big pink nose against his arm playfully. Quatre smiled, and then wrapped that arm around the tiger cub's neck. He wondered about Tora too. He hoped that he would grow up to like humans and understand that they won't hurt him as long as he didn't hurt them. He hoped that something wouldn't make the tiger snap one day and start attacking the people here. Especially the children.

He found himself drifting off again. He didn't want to, but his eyelids were still heavy. He slowly closed them, listening to Tora's purring.


Heero woke up to the sound of soft snoring. He looked down at the warm, peach bundle still lying on his chest. And they were both still naked. Heero tightened his grip on his concubine, getting him to quiet down his heavy breathing. He murmured something in his sleep, and then buried his nose deeper into the crook of Heero's collarbone.

The native continued to stare; enticed by the way Duo's skin seemed to almost glow next to his own. The moon above, which was barely visible in the light sky, was almost full, almost time for another festival. He knew that his concubine would never miss it, like he hadn't missed all the others. But this time they had someone new to celebrate with. That blond man, Quatre. Heero knew his name, but it was very hard for him to pronounce. He was sure that he had said it right a couple times, but it was still hard to say all the time. And the blond didn't seem to mind that he called him `Cat'. He seemed to fit his nickname now, because he had a pet tiger. It was supposed to be the whole tribe's pet, but the cub liked to hang around with Quatre more.

He hoped that he didn't have to kill it.

The warmth in his arms stirred suddenly, and a soft, low toned sound rumbled from it. Heero brushed away a stray hair from Duo's face; his concubine sighed.

"Heero, beloved…"

"Duo…" the dark skinned man brought his lips down and kissed his love's forehead. "You wake up?"

"I'm awake. Still groggy, but awake."


"Sleepy." Duo yawned, explaining, "Is it morning?"

"It morning." Heero smiled, "Duo is loud."

Duo moved so that he was kneeling on his elbows, and face to face with his husband, "Loud huh? Gee, you're real romantic this morning."

"I tell truth. Not be romantic. Don't have to be."

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Duo is already mine. No need to woo."

Duo narrowed his eyes, "No, of course not. But you could STILL be romantic. If not, then `Duo' might think you don't care anymore. And then `Duo' would be sad."

Heero smirked, "Ok. No need to be a grouch."

Duo's eye twitched, "Trowa taught you that word, didn't he?"

"I still love you." Heero leaned forward to softly take his lover's lips, "If Duo would want me to woo more, than I will. But I see no need to."

"Not woo, Heero… be romantic. Be sweet… which you've been doing a lot lately."

"Then why complain?"

"I was only teasing you about telling me that I'm loud." Duo sighed, leaning his head on Heero's chest again. Heero slowly caressed the top of Duo's head, running a couple fingers through his chestnut locks.

"English men strange."

Duo chuckled, "You're no normal native yourself, you know."

Heero squeezed his longhaired concubine, "I love you, Duo." He just had to tell him again, "I wish we can have baby together."

Duo couldn't help laugh at that. He kissed the side of Heero's neck, "There you go, being sweet again. I love you too."

"It will be festival time again soon. Duo dance at festival this time?"

Duo blushed, "I don't know…"

"Duo would be the best looking dancer there."

"Sweet talker."

Later, they both stood up, slipping on their loincloths, and made their way back to the village. They left an imprint of themselves in the weeds.


"Come on, Trowa! We need to wash up! And I'm not about to bathe all by myself! Who knows what creatures live around the river!" Quatre had finally given up on being subtle and had pulled Trowa out of the hammock. Tora was still asleep when they left.

"Quatre! Stop pulling me! I can walk by myself!"

On the way to the river, they bumped into Heero and Duo. They both looked like they just woke up too, and they were smiling.

"Hey guys!" Duo waved, "Where are you two headed?"

The four boys stopped in front of each other, "We're going to go wash up at the river. Wanna join us?"

"Sounds good. What do you think, Heero?"

"I need to go see Anana and Hasana… first."

"Ok. Join us when you're ready." Quatre nodded. Heero gave his lover a small peck on the cheek, and then wandered toward the baby's hut. Quatre grabbed onto Trowa's elbow again, "Come on, my face is feeling disgusting." He looked back behind him, "Coming Duo?"

Duo winked, "Always. They don't call me Little Squirt for nothing."

Trowa raised an eyebrow.

"More like Big squirt…" Quatre slapped a hand over his mouth, "Uh… I mean…" he blushed, "Never mind."

Duo wiggled his eyebrows; "You woke up on the right side of the fur this morning." He strode up to walk next to his cousin.

"Trowa let me sleep in his bed."

"Ohhh! I see…"

"Nothing happened!" Quatre blushed. Duo looked over and noticed that the taller man was tinting slightly as well.

"Are you sure?" Duo teased.


"Nothing happened, Duo." Trowa intoned.

"I know, I believe you! Just kidding! So are we all gonna wash each other's backs?" Duo realized the small, unintended hints that they were both giving, but he decided not to say anything. `They say it as if they were both thinking about it. Hmm.'

Quatre continued to blush, "Um… I just want to wash my face and hair."

"Oh come on, Cuz! It's not like we haven't seen each other before. And I'm sure that Trowa won't mind. Besides, last time you got to see Trowa…" he nudged his cousin, making him turn so red that he looked like an apple. "It's not like you have anything to hide! I've seen it…"

"Alright already!!" Quatre shouted out of embarrassment, "I'll bathe naked with you guys! There! Are you happy now??"

Duo grinned, "Yes."

Quatre let go of Trowa's elbow, like he was finally realizing what he was doing, and then started to slow down. Bathing with Duo was one thing, but bathing with someone who he had a crush on was another. He lagged behind a few feet behind the other two. Duo stopped and looked behind them. Trowa followed suit.

"What are you doing back there?" Duo teased.

"Umm… guarding your rears?"

Duo looked over at Trowa, and Trowa knew what perverted thing was going through his mind. He shook his head, "Don't say it, Duo… just don't say it."

"What?" the longhaired man blinked.

"Hurry up, Quatre." Trowa sighed; "You were the one that dragged me here!" he motioned over at the river, which was only a few feet away from them now.

"I… um… I changed my mind…"

"Can't back out now!" Duo put his hands on his hips, "You just said that you'd help wash our backs! You can wash mine while Trowa washes yours."

Quatre took a few steps back.

"Ok, you asked for it." Duo sprinted toward his cousin, and before Quatre had time to react, Duo grabbed onto him and flipped him over his shoulder. "You're taking that nuddie bath with us whether you like it or not."

"DUO!" Quatre pounded his back with his fists, "Put ME DOWN!"

Duo laughed, "If that's what you really want!" and with that, he flung him into the river.



Quatre surfaced, sputtering and spitting, "I'll get you for that!!"

Duo cracked up as he untied his loincloth. He stood there before them both, naked, hands on hips, and pelvis out. He also had a goofy grin on this face.

"Come and get me then, Cuz."

Quatre looked away, blushing, "Oh knock it off, Duo!"

"Now I wouldn't want to do that! I love my private area! Baggage and all!"

Trowa groaned, slapping a hand on his forehead, "I think I'll just take a quick dip."

Duo couldn't resist, "You can't take me, I already have a husband!"

"I said `dip', not `dope'." Trowa smirked.

"You've wounded me, Tro!" Duo staggered; pretending to be in pain, "I'm… a… goner…" he fell into the river backwards, splashing Quatre in the process. Quatre swam away from his menacing cousin.

"That's it, I'm staying away from you, Duo!"

Duo swam after him, "Hey! You have to wash my back for me! Get back here! You haven't even taken your clothes off yet! Hey!"

Trowa shook his head in dismay as he watched the two cousins splash and dunk each other. He slipped off his shorts and soundlessly snuck into the water. And he thought that the natives were dangerous, making a mental note to watch himself around these two. He wasn't particularly fond of being part of a practical joke or any kind of teasing. He got enough of that at home and back when he went to school.

"Trowa! Come join us! We're gonna start washing each other's backs now!" Duo smiled, trying to take Quatre's shirt off of him. Trowa had to admit; the longhaired daredevil wasn't quite what he thought of as a jokester. He had more of a heart than any one he'd ever knew, besides Heero. And there was a time, before Heero and Duo got really close, that he felt himself beginning to care for him. Oh, he can admit that Duo was definitely handsome and had a very nice body, but he also knew that if he laid a hand on him, Heero would never forgive him. But his cousin…

"Trowa! Please come protect me from my brute cousin!"

"Who're you calling a brute?" Duo glared. He tried to unbutton Quatre's shirt without tearing it. After he finally succeeded in that mission, he went after his cotton pants. But when Quatre wouldn't cooperate, Duo tried to dunk him in the water again.

"Trowa! Help!!"

He didn't know what overcame him, and he swam toward the troubled blond before he even registered it in his mind. He pulled Quatre away from Duo's reach.

"Behave yourself, Duo. Or I'm telling Heero."

Duo gave them both a toothy grin, "Go ahead! I'm not afraid of Heero!"

"Oh? You not?"

Duo gasped, looking up to see his very nude and scowling husband at the riverbank. "Heero! Help me! Trowa's picking on me!"

Trowa huffed, blowing upward at a wet strand of hair, "Duo is the only one doing the picking. I'm saving."

Quatre blushed.

"Don't listen to him! He's delirious! It's from not enough sex!"

Trowa's eyes actually widened with this comment, "What??"

"Duo teasing?" Heero raised a brow.

"Uh… well…"

"Duo being bad? Do I have to punish?"

Now it was Duo's turn to look shocked. "Now, let's not be too hasty!"

"He dunked Quatre in the water while he still had his clothes on."

"Yeah! The big bully!" Quatre pouted.

Heero knelt down at the edge of the river, "Duo…"

His concubine swam over to him, "I was only having fun! And I'm also trying to get him to loosen up! Come into the water with me, Heero!" and then he said in a softer voice so that the others wouldn't hear, "And help me get these two together."

"I'll come in," Heero brought his feet around to stick in the water, "But I'm not helping you. Have to let it come naturally, remember?"

Duo folded his arms and gave his husband a sure-whatever-smart-alack look.

"Duo pouting?"

"No…" he brought his hands back behind him and rocked back and forth on his heels. "I don't pout!"

Heero moved closer to his concubine and bumped his nose against Duo's. Heero slowly brought his arms around Duo's waist and pulled him gently toward him. Their lower half touched lightly, and Duo instantly felt himself swell. He moved his head forward to take Heero's lips with his, but Heero moved back.

"Duo is bad, so I punish."

"Hey now! I always pick on my cousin! It's like… um… like a tradition. Or a ritual." From behind, Duo heard Quatre snort at his comment. "That's just the way I show that I care and stuff. You can't punish me for being myself!"

"So Duo is bad all the time?"

"Heero… you know what I mean! Ok, look… I promise to be nicer to my cousin from now on IF we all help each other wash. Especially my hair. It's quite a chore you know."

"I do your back and hair," Heero explained, "you do Cat's back, and Cat do Trowa's."

"Or Cat could do my back, I do your back, and Trowa do Cat's back."

"I will do Trowa's back, Trowa can do your back, and you can do Heero's back."

Trowa sighed, "Let's just do it the way Heero said."

"I'll do it Heero's way, if my cousin takes the rest of his clothes off."

"Fine." Quatre gave up, stripping his pants and underwear off and then tossing them onto the riverbank. All four men got into a line, sponges in hand (courtesy of Heero), and began to wash each other's assigned backs. Heero started on Duo's hair first, making his concubine purr. Duo was carefully scrubbing his cousin's back, and Quatre was shyly doing Trowa's back. Trowa moved around, making the line now a circle, and started to wash Heero's back.

"Thank you, Trowa." Heero said.

"You're welcome."

They continued to help wash each other, trying to ignore one another's sexual problems.