29-Feb-2000
Standard Gundam Wing fan fic disclaimers apply. C&C welcomed. Subject matter relates to M/M relationships. If that freaks you out, go away.
"So you slept with Trowa because he needed the physical comfort after the mission," Quatre summarized slowly, trying to follow Maxwell's twisted chain of thought.
"And because he wasn't ready to face up to you," Duo chirped in helpfully. "Really Quatre. You need to do something about that clean-cut good boy image. It makes the rest of us lowly mortals feel unworthy to be in your esteemed presence." The adoring words were otherwise slightly ruined by Duo's teasing smirk.
"I've done everything I know how to do," Quatre hissed in frustration. He leaned over the fine oak railing on the patio, gazing out in helpless irritation at the lovely sprawling grounds of his family's country estate. "He just keeps giving and giving, but he won't accept anything from me."
"Maybe you should be more insistent," Duo shrugged lightly. He leaned back against the railing, idly playing with the end of his braid. "I don't think there's a rule in the book that say *we* have to be the fluffy, airheaded, submissively accepting ones in the relationship. I'd say we both have a lot to give, but then again, what the hell would I know?" the lovely tenor turned just slightly bitter at the end.
Quatre arched an elegant eyebrow. "Heero?"
"We've sorted things out," Duo said shortly, refraining from mentioning that the conclusion had been far from amicable. "Anyway, we're not talking about Heero now." Or ever, he added silently. "It's about you and Trowa. It's up to you to convince him that you have something to bring to the relationship apart from the helpless 'I-need-protection' air. Not that you're like that," Duo added with calm aplomb, seemingly unaware of the irate glare Quatre turned on him. "It's just that you *look* like that sometimes."
"What do you suggest I do?"
"You're asking *me* for advice?" Duo grinned, tossing the braid back over his shoulder. "Heh, I should start charging money for the advice, maybe a column in the newspaper: 'Duo Maxwell advises the lovelorn'. I wouldn't know what works for Trowa... Drive him crazy until he can't ignore you any more. He wouldn't have any doubts that you're giving something to the relationship then, even if it's just lots of aggravation." The pilot of Shinigami laughed, obviously amused by his own quip.
Quatre pondered that briefly, then a thoughtful gleam crept into the blue eyes. "It doesn't have to be aggravation... "
Duo shrugged lightly, "Aggravation usually works. I'm not sure if anything else does. At least not with Heero. Need any help?" he offered quietly, his usual bouncy enthusiasm painfully absent, causing Quatre to wonder once again what had really happened between Duo and Heero.
The Arabian pilot gazed at his American counterpart thoughtfully, a plan starting to take shape. "Yes, of course. I'll need your help."
Wufei's constant, though unsuspecting, presence had prevented bloodshed between Heero and Trowa, and it was late that evening when Trowa finally returned to his room, convinced that the confrontation with Heero would have to be postponed to another day. What he hadn't expected was to see was Heero's braided lover sprawled gracefully on his bed.
But before he could start back in surprise, Duo had jumped up from the bed. "Jeez, it took *you* a long time to get tired of Heero Yuy's stimulating conversational skills. If you're that hard up for company you could have just come back here. I was waiting so *long* for you."
"Duo, I don't think this is a good idea," Trowa said slowly, turning away slightly to avoid looking at him.
"It was before," Duo reminded him, pouting just slightly as he folded his arms across his chest. "We can't hurt each other, remember?"
"But we can hurt the ones we love." The same ones who profess to love us, he added silently. Quatre. Perhaps he had always doubted the strength of Quatre's affection for him, never before did it occur to him that Quatre might be hurt by his 'infidelity'. Offended, perhaps. Angry, certainly. But not hurt - not the deep, rending heartache kind of hurt.
The knowledge had shaken him... the knowledge that Quatre *did* care for him.
He was so absorbed in thoughts of Quatre that he hardly noticed Duo stalk past him towards the door. "Good job, Tro-old buddy," the braided pilot paused by the door and flashed his friend a pleased smirk. "You passed with flying colors."
"Excuse me?"
"We're happy to announce that *you* have won the grand prize in this 'Say The Right Thing' contest. Your award is... in the closet... " Duo concluded enigmatically, then stepped out of the bedroom, firmly closing the door behind him.
Closet? Trowa stepped over to the oak closet and threw open the door. "Quatre?!"
"I just had to be sure," the blond haired pilot said simply, un-apologetically, climbing out gracefully and standing, quite naked, in front of a stunned and wide-eyed Trowa. "Do you want me?"
Trowa's mouth worked, he swallowed hard a few times and tried again, but no words emerged.
Quatre smiled faintly, wryly. "I'll take that as a yes." He kissed Trowa lightly on his lips, then proceeded to calmly and methodically strip his lover. The green eyed young man was too stunned by Quatre taking a lead in their love-making that he simply stood there and let Quatre do as he wished, as his mind raced to fathom the startling turn of events.
In hindsight, that was probably a bad idea because Quatre had a warm wicked mouth and clever, teasing fingers and all too quickly had Trowa writhing and straining towards fulfillment. "Quatre..." Trowa said shakily. "I need... " Quatre's mouth covered his instantly, promising, teasing. He led Trowa towards the bed, their bodies still joined, his tongue exploring the warm cavity of Trowa's mouth, when Quatre gasped - unable to wait any longer - and forced Trowa back against the wall, trailing kisses down Trowa's throat and across his shoulders, before he sank to his knees. His tongue trailed fire down Trowa's stomach, lower still.
"Please..." Trowa whispered, wrapping his hands tightly in the pale blond hair, bringing Quatre to him.
The world dissolved into fragments of sensory information... and after that, there was only the ecstasy. Building like an inexorable flood, blood pounding through every vein in his body, flooding each nerve with raw anticipation... pulsing through his brain... Until it became too much to bear. The pleasure that ripped through his body found release in a breathless and wordless scream. His grip in Quatre's hair became almost painful as his fingers curled into claws.
When Quatre released him, Trowa collapsed to the ground. For the briefest of seconds, Trowa couldn't feel his lover's skin against his own and he reached out for him, bereft and disconsolate. But it was just for a moment, for Quatre returned to him, kissing him urgently, the beautiful blue eyes luminous with passion. He could feel the pressure of Quatre's erection; Quatre held him down firmly, and though Trowa could have thrown him off, he had no wish to do anything other than continue squirming beneath Quatre.
Normally Quatre would have taken more time to prepare, but he had lost any semblance of control, and could not wait any longer. There was a sudden thrust and Trowa's body stiffened as he felt Quatre enter, both of them crying out with the initial pain. Then there was nothing but the pleasure which was so intense that it was so much worse than the pain. Unbearable... like a wave of pressure building up within them... raging to be set free.
"Quatre! Do it!" he choked out, his throat closing on the words.
Quatre held himself there for another second, gazing down upon the familiar face so alive now with desire and need. "I love you," he whispered before he thrust down to meet Trowa, releasing himself into his lover with a silent scream.
In another part of the house, Duo huddled forlornly in the arm chair, staring with despair at the large, *empty* bed in his room. He didn't think he could sleep in it, not with so many memories of Heero in that very same bed taunting at him, mocking him. Memories of curling up against Heero's slender, warm body... memories of Heero touching him and driving him insane with need and desire... .
End Part 4
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