Jungle love part 24
Category: AU, some sap, angst, yaoi, lime

Pairings: 1xOC, 1x2 overall, 3+4+3

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

Rated: NC-17

Notes- Do NOT let the HET scare you away! It's very minor! Slight songfic.

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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
Wowee dai- my little girl


I was NOT intending to copy Lasha Lee! What goes on in the story was already thought up and intended. See part 15's dream sequence. (Hint: more red… burning… more blood)

Leaves and other foliage crunch and rustle around the figure's body. The man, about 6'4", was slashing and cutting down everything that was in his path with a giant machete. He puffed heavily on his own-rolled cigarette as he surveyed the landscape from atop a cliff.

"Pathetic." He grumbled. "The whole jungle is pathetic. Nothing stands a chance against man. For he is the ruler of the Earth." He inhaled once more on his smoke and then flicked it off the edge of the cliff. "I can't believe that I've been here for a week and I still haven't seen any other humans, let alone anything rare and valuable. Simply pathetic."

The dark haired man walked away from the scenic view, unconscious of where the cigarette was headed.


Heero and Duo had already gotten out of the river and were headed down a path by themselves. They claimed that they wanted to `talk' alone, and they left Trowa and Quatre still standing in the river.

Quatre was still slowly washing Trowa's hair. He kneaded his fingers through those caramel-colored locks. His hands were shaking, but he promised himself that he'd be braver around Trowa.

"So… you like flying?"

"Yes, I love it. I've dreamed of flying since I was really little. I had a toy plane and some model jets when I was only six. Have you flown a plane before?"

"No. But I had flown a jet fighter in a war. Not a world war, of course. It was during the Desert Storm."

"Desert Storm? Wow. How long were you there?"

"The entire time. I never missed a hit. I was at the top of my class."

"That's cool! I'm proud of you." Quatre smiled.

"So quick to judge?" Trowa looked behind him. "Something tells me that there's more to this friendship of yours."

Quatre blushed, "Oh? Why do you think that?"

Trowa turned around, and their knees touched. Quatre felt himself flushing harder. His eyes stayed lowered, he stared into the lightly flowing water.

"I know that's true. Just by the way you've been acting, the way you'd look at me. I'm not oblivious, you know."

Quatre moved closer, "I wasn't sure if you liked me, or what your preference was, or if you had someone already…" he shied away.

Trowa placed a shaky finger under the blonde's chin and made him look up, "I have no one. I haven't had anyone in a long time. Man or woman. And yes, I'm bisexual. I think that both men and women are beautiful in their own way. And I do like you. I like you a lot." He leaned forward and lightly touched his closed lips to Quatre's. Under his touch, he could feel the shorter boy shaking, so he tried his hardest to be gentle, and he didn't press anything. Quatre went with the flow and slowly began to kiss back. Both of their eyelids closed, and then their mouths slid open, allowing more intimacy to occur.

Trowa was just lightly brushing the tip of his tongue along the edge of the blonde's lips when he suddenly smelt something.


Still walking along a secrete path, taking the long way back to the village, they were holding hands as they ventured over to their favorite spot under the tree, the same tree that Duo liked to climb.

Duo leaned up against it, bringing Heero close to him with his one hand that was still gripped in his. Heero's free hand moved around Duo's neck to pull him close; Duo pulled Heero toward him as Heero moved and their lips met instantly. It wasn't the normal, every day smooch either. This sucker was a full-blown scorcher! Wet open mouths, hot and demanding danced around, including tongue, savoring each other's unique flavor.

Heero's hands snaked down his lover's sides, gently moving over wet, nude skin. Very pale skin compared to his, and he enjoyed looking at how his lover almost seemed to glow, making him look like the moon goddess herself. He bent his head down to taste that illuminating flesh, emitting soft sighs and groans coming out of his concubine's mouth. When Heero latched his lips around a pink nub, Duo arched into the touch, crying out. He squeezed his eyes shut as Heero ravished the sensitive protuberance.

"H-Heero…" the longhaired man ran his fingers through Heero's hair, gripping and un-gripping every once in a while. He could feel himself throbbing in between his legs and longed for his husband to head down to that direction soon. He suddenly felt Heero's hands on his backside, his lips moving down as it kissed his body, finding the little well. Heero dipped his tongue in a few times, causing Duo's muscles to tense up, before he slid his mouth further toward that swelling organ.

Duo could no longer stay on his two feet, and he slowly went down on his knees, allowing Heero to follow him to the ground. Heero was immediately on top of him, touching him everywhere, kissing him all around his legs and thighs. His hand finally made contact with his lover's growing problem, and slowly started to stroke it. Duo bucked his hips up into Heero's clenched fist. Heero kept his hand still, enjoying watching Duo fuck his hand. He was watching everything, but mostly his face and the pleasure that was emanating from it.

Heero finally lowered himself down to take that fleshy cock into his mouth. He sucked and licked and tasted as much as he could, hearing Duo almost scream at the top of his lungs. He was afraid that he would come too soon, so he released Duo's erection and moved up his body, lips coming into contact once more.

Duo wrapped his legs around Heero's torso, ready to give himself to all that his handsome native would offer, when Heero suddenly tensed. He was facing the direction of the village, and he lay there staring. His look was suddenly becoming serious and his shoulders tensed.

"What wrong, Heero?" Duo blinked.

"Sain… sain yotten… My…"


"Anana…" Heero got up and took off toward the village.

"Heero!" Duo dashed after him. He tried to tie his loincloth back on as best he could while he ran. Heero didn't even seem to care if he was still naked or not. At first it was puzzling to the longhaired man why Heero would suddenly take off like that, but then he looked up and saw the black rolling smoke rising in the air. "Oh… oh dear god…"

They both arrived at the village at record time. Duo saw Heero on his knees in front of the burning hut. Anana's hut!

"ANANA!! WOWEE DAI!" Heero cried. "My baby!!!"

Without thinking, Duo rushed right into the lit up hut. Heero gasped, "Duo!! Unto ni!! Unto ni!!" He was shaking, trying to hold himself up with his hands. They were clenching the hard ground, making finger trails. Small tears fell from his eyes, "Hasana…"

He had no idea why the thought of his newborn baby burning saddened him. When the babe was being born and was discovered a girl, the thought of ending its unaware life didn't faze him. But now… his daughter, his little girl was in there, and Anana… probably burning… the little girl that he had held in his arms. The same one who looked up at him and smiled, cooing. The same little bundle of joy that his loving concubine saved from getting killed. His little angel… his wowee.

//The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that I've become//

"Wowee dai…" Heero sniffed, "Duo… Anana… Duo…" the almighty fire was taking away his family.

Heero suddenly stood, determined to do the right thing and act like a real man! He ran into the fire after his concubine.


Trowa released his mouth from Quatre's at the instant he smelt smoke. He looked around and then clearly saw where the smell was coming from. He saw that it was in the direction of the village.

"Quatre, look!" he pointed upward and the blond man's eyes followed.

"Oh God! Something's burning!"

They both rushed out of the water, slipped their shorts on, and ran as fast as they could toward the village. When they got there, they saw that it was Anana's hut that was up in a blaze. The chief and the witch doctor were standing before the inflamed hut, as were many panicking natives.

The witch doctor looked as if he was praying, but Trowa wasn't sure what it was. There were so many different things that their village believed in and worshipped that he wasn't sure if he was begging for their lives to be spared or for their souls to go to heaven.

Trowa approached the chief and asked him if anyone had gotten out of the hut. The chief told him, in a shaking voice, that Heero and Duo ran inside to try saving Anana and the baby.

"Duo!!" Quatre sobbed. He turned quickly to Trowa, "Why aren't they out yet? You think they're ok?? Should we go in after them?"

Trowa was considering this, wanting to very badly. He looked back over at the witch doctor and saw that he started to dance. He began to finally understand what the native medic was doing.

He was pleading for rain.

//It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had//

"No… we can't do anything. If they didn't survive, then…" Trowa blinked, trying to stay strong. Something caught his interest at the corner of his eye. The fire was spreading… it was cooking a part of his own hut! "Ah hell…"

Inside the hut, Heero had found his wife huddled into one of the corners, trembling. Her cheeks were streaked with tears as well and when she saw Heero coming at her, dodging the flames as best as he could, she couldn't help but smile. She expected nothing less from the father of her child.

Without a word, Heero picked her up and started to move toward the exit. He looked around, wondering what happened to his concubine. A wall of fire was in the way of the baby's sleep room. He hoped that Duo didn't try what he thought he did. Of course, this was Duo.

But right now, his first priority was to get Anana out safely. He traced his way back out, finding the exit. When he practically almost fell out, many others dashed to their side. Anana was holding onto Heero in a fierce hug, still shaking.

"Heero!" Trowa and Quatre both ran to him. "Heero… where's Duo?"

Heero looked back, biting his lip. "Duo… my love…"

Anana started to cough, startling the heroic native. He turned his attention back to her and was surprised that when he did, she was looking up at him with a small smile on her face. She whispered a few things in their native language, and then she lightly pressed her lips to his. Heero was taken back, but politely returned the little kiss.

"Anana… dai ni ti soop sai. Mi tiwi ti na hoopi."


Suddenly, there was a crash behind them. Heero jerked his head around and saw his concubine, slightly charred, tumble to the ground. He moved swiftly to Duo and picked him up to examine him. He had a small wrapped bundle in his arms.

"Duo…" Heero was near tears. The longhaired man looked up weakly, eyes cracking open.

"Heero… I'll be… ok…" he passed out.

It was then that he noticed that some of Duo's braid had been burnt off, and his back was badly singed. He had protected Hasana with his own body, even if it cost him some of his hair.

"Duo…" Heero nuzzled closely to his lover's face. He smelt burning flesh and hair, "My husband…"

It began to rain.

//It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa, I passed some rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa, I passed some rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had//