27-July-2003
The Bathhouse Attendant
A Gundam Wing Yaoi Fic
By Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>
Warnings: Smut, smut! Glorious smut! Nothing quite like getting fuck up the butt!
Pairings: Gundam Boys x Trowa, 1+5 pre-established
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and Its characters do not belong to me; I'm just
playing with them. In addition, the idea for this fic originated from a
Trowa Contest. Unfortunately I didn't finish it in time and have since
forgotten which contest it was. Hopefully someone on list will know. ^__^;;
Trowa's Normal Schedule:
Monday--Quatre (afternoon)
Tuesday--Heero + Wufei (nights)
Wednesday--Duo (nights)
Thursday--Quatre (afternoon)
Friday-- Heero + Wufei (nights)
Why the hell did people even bother with 'vacations'?
Trowa rolled over in bed, intending to fall grumpily back asleep. That's when the little rug rat hit.
"Uncle Trowa! Uncle Trowa!" squealed the little girl as she bounced on the bed, and by extension, Trowa. "Get up! Cartoons are on!" And with one final bounce, Trowa's niece bounded out of the room.
He groaned as he rolled out of bed. Generally he liked his sister's daughter, which was why he bothered to drive up to the old house last night instead of hanging around his own house for a week, miserably. Still, he would rather wallow in his misery than get up at the butt crack of dawn to watch cartoons. Oh well, he could always fall asleep on the couch.
Yeah, right.
The next four hours were a blur of shouting at the TV and wincing away from the butchered remains of once good animation. That was where his sister found them when she and her husband emerged from their bedroom.
"Yo, bro, welcome home," Catherine called out in greeting as she passed the two on the couch en route for the kitchen. "You two have breakfast?"
In answer, Trowa and Nikki raised two cereal boxes before returning to their munching.
"Hn."
Jeremy, Nikki's father, Cathy's husband, and Trowa's brother, walked out of the bedroom, too, following his wife into the kitchen. "Why don't you take your uncle to the park, Nikki?"
"We're watching T.V."
"You could go see a movie," Catherine suggested.
"We're watching T.V."
The phone rang, and Cathy answered it shortly. "Hello? Yes, just a minute." She moved the mouthpiece away from her lips barely in time to spare the listener her shout. "Nikki, telly. Your friend Grace, I think."
Less than a second later, the girl was breathlessly gasping, "Hello?" and wandering out of the room.
"Trowa, come 'ere a minute," Catherine sighed as she sunk into a chair. "We can't take much more of this suburbia-family life. We plan on going back to the circus."
He looked at his sister, shock, understanding, and even a little dismay and disappointment rushed him at once. He remembered eight years ago when Catherine had called him up one night and told him she'd gotten married. And then seven years ago, when she'd discovered she was pregnant... She and Jeremy had both made the decision to try and raise their daughter "normally". But what did 'normal' mean?
Catherine and Trowa had both been raised in the circus--their father was a lion tamer and their mother worked with the elephants. Catherine and Trowa had thrown knives and danced on the trapeze for years on end. And then Trowa decided to throw down roots; Catherine wasn't far behind him.
Still, he knew it ate his sister and brother-in-law up every time they saw the circus on T.V or in town. He knew eventually, they planned on returning to the circus, but he hadn't been expecting it so soon.
"This house is yours, too, ya know," Catherine went on. "Aunt Kate left it to both of us."
"I know."
"Trowa, man, I'm sorry," Jeremy spoke up, nursing his own cup of Joe. "I know how much you liked having Cathy and Nikki so close to you and all. But we've been discussing it for a couple of months now, and we both think this is the best move."
"Yeah, I know, man," Trowa said, clasping Jeremy's shoulder. "You're right, I don't like losing Cathy and Nikki, but I know it's been coming. The circus is in your blood; it's a hard thing to get out."
"Why don't you join us," Cathy implored. "I know you miss the circus, too, Trowa, you can't deny it."
Trowa stretched. "No, sometimes I really miss it, the nomad life, if you will; but I really like what I've been doing here, too. I like my job here; I have an awesome apartment; and my love life hasn't been killed and buried."
"Oh? Anyone special?" Cathy pounced with eager enquiry.
Trowa smiled. "No one specific, no, but there are a couple that aren't too far off the mark. I'll let you know if anything progresses."
"You'd better." She reached over and scuffed-up his hair. "Listen, we're only going to be here for another two months; after that, this place is all yours, so you better stop by and keep it looking nice."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be a dutiful housemaid."
Knowing his sister and niece wouldn't be around for very much longer, Trowa went all out, spoiling Nikki and doing most of the housework for Catherine. He was amazed when it was suddenly Thursday.
"Okay, Mr. Important Journalist," Catherine gruffed, swiping an imaginary piece of dirt of Trowa's shirt. "You better get back to work and get busy writing some awesome articles. I really liked that last one of the community fair. You should do more community pieces."
Trowa smiled and kissed her cheek, shook Jeremy's hand, and hugged Nikki goodbye. "Be seein' ya."
And then with another, more leering smile, Trowa drove back to the city and his Plan to get Quatre, Duo, Heero and Wufei to screw him all at once.
Yep. He was really looking forward to Friday night.
TBC
Andrea Readwolf
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