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Falling Apart	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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Une sat back in her chair and gazed around the overcrowded mall. They had to play things very carefully at this point. She didn't relish the thought of what Yuy would do when he learned he'd been kept out of the loop, but he wasn't the best of actors, neither was Chang; and she had needed both to react to the situation as normally as possible. She raised an eyebrow as she saw a familiar face and stood.
“Grant.”
The man started in surprise. “Commander Une.” He tipped his head. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“I thought you were supposed to be working today.”
He raised a shoulder. “Got someone to fill in for me. It's my girlfriend's birthday next week.”
She nodded. “I see. Well, you better get her something good.”
He scratched the back of his head. “I better get her two somethings good, otherwise she'll kill me. I destroyed her birthday last year.” He shook his head. “She actually wants me to take her on a trip, but she won't tell me where she wants to go until her birthday. Makes it difficult to plan, you know.”
She nodded. “Yes, it does.”
“Well, I better get going.”
She tipped her head and watched him leave; recounting the information he'd passed.
Raised shoulder equaled time line, which meant whatever was going to happen would happen next week.
Two somethings... She mused over that. One had to be Chang. She guessed the other to be Maxwell, although that didn't really make sense. Why bother killing someone who was already dying?
Go on a trip. Grant was told to take Chang to Knight. She pursed her lips and turned to leave the mall. The first order of business was to get Grant into the patrol on the estate. They at least had to keep up appearances until they had Knight in their grasp.
******
Duo bounced a pen on the arm of the table next to the love seat repeatedly, boredom ready to drive him up the walls. At least, it would have been if his legs hadn't gone to jelly about ten minutes earlier. Now he was sitting with them propped in Blake's lap while he rubbed them. A heart monitor and oxygen had immediately been hooked up to him just in case the spell went further.
It was the fourth episode in two days. First, his arm had gone weak, that had lasted for about five or six minutes before he regained the use of his hand. It had gone downhill from there, and he didn't even want to think about the spell that had ended with Blake having to give him a bath to clean him up.
“Would you like something to drink?”
He glanced up to Abdul and forced a smile. “Yeah, orange juice.” The Maguanac turned and he tilted his head back over the armrest. “Can you add some vodka to it?”
“No,” his voice drifted from the other room.
Duo pouted. “Well, damn.”
“You know you can't drink.”
He looked back to Blake with a sigh. “Betcha thought this wouldn't happen for fifty or sixty years.”
Blake raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”
“You know,” he waved his hand, “watchin' your lover fall apart. Havin' to be a human crutch when the walker's too far away to get.” He sneered. “Wipin' asses after accidents.”
Blake's hands stilled on Duo's legs. “I don't mind taking care of you.”
He grunted. “Well I mind being humiliated.”
Blake sighed. “You can't help being sick. There's no reason to be embarrassed.”
“Easy for you to say.”
Abdul returned with his orange juice and he took it but didn't drink it. He stared down at where Blake's hands moved over the muscles of his calf. It didn't really do any good, but it made his lover feel like he was doing something productive so he allowed it. He sipped the orange juice, trying to wash the lump from his throat.
The episodes were getting longer. They used to only last for, at most, five minutes. The last episode had lasted for almost thirty, and this one didn't show any sign of letting up. Shock therapy to get the muscles to tense might have helped, but they couldn't use those methods on him due to the implants.
And he was getting just plain weaker. He could use his hand again, but it had lost some dexterity. It was minimal, Sally assured him, but that didn't mean much as far as he was concerned. Any loss in function was too much.
He studied Blake's profile. The man was definitely too good for him. He'd bend over backwards for Duo and thank him for the privilege. He frowned. “Aren't you supposed to be at work?”
Blake started and gave Duo a strange look. The braided man squirmed under that gaze. “What?”
He licked his lips. “You just asked me that thirty minutes ago.”
He frowned and dropped his eyes in thought. “I did?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, well I guess I didn't pay attention to the answer.”
Blake nodded slowly. “Guess not,” he said softly. “Une told me I could take some vacation time. I've got about three weeks built up.”
Duo grinned widely. “Awesome! We should run away to a beach somewhere.”
Blake smiled, praying it didn't look as forced as it was. “That'd be great.” He slid out from beneath Duo's legs. “I'll be right back.” At Duo's nod, he headed for the kitchen, smile falling to fear as he grabbed the phone.
Quatre took one look at his face and set his paperwork down. “What's wrong?”
He looked to the other blond. “Duo just asked me why I wasn't at work.”
Quatre's mouth fell open; he'd been in the living room for that discussion. Duo had whooped that they should all run away to some exotic location and glomped his lover. How could he have forgotten? He pushed to his feet but didn't move from the spot as Blake dialed the phone.
“Sally, I need to ask you something.” He stared at Quatre. “Duo asked me a question earlier and when I answered he got all excited and made a big deal out of it. And just a few minutes ago, he asked the same thing again. He didn't remember asking it.” He listened for several minutes, nodding as if she could see him, and then took a breath. “Okay, thanks.” He hung up.
“What did she say?”
He swallowed. “That it's possibly progressing to his brain,” he whispered. “She's on her way over here.”
******
After Blake left the room, Duo carefully set his glass on the coffee table before he dropped it. His hands were shaking so bad he was afraid they'd fall off.
There was no way he wouldn't have paid attention to that news. He'd forgotten? Forgotten within thirty minutes that his lover was on vacation? That wasn't possible. His stomach rolled and he ripped off the oxygen and heart monitor, cringing as it sent off warnings but not caring. He slid to the floor, crawling for the bathroom on legs that hardly moved.
“Duo! What-”
He couldn't hold it anymore and threw up, then collapsed to his side, trying to catch his breath. Trowa knelt beside him while Quatre ran back to the kitchen. Blake shared a worried glance with the green eyed man before leaning down to caress Duo's cheek.
“What happened?”
“I forgot,” he whispered.
“It's all right.”
He shook his head. “No it isn't. Don't you know what it means?”
Quatre returned with a wet towel and a glass of water. Blake lifted Duo from the floor as servants moved in to clean the carpet. Quatre knelt in front of Duo and wiped his face, lifting the glass to Duo's lips after he was done.
With prompting he got a little down and sagged back into Blake's chest. The blond's arms tightened around him. “Sally's on her way.”
Trowa stood, watching as Duo struggled to accept what was happening to him. His lips pressed to a fine line as his eyes moved to Blake's face. The man was in pure agony. Trowa glanced to Quatre and suddenly, guiltily, he found himself relieved Quatre was healthy. He couldn't imagine being in Blake's place.
He had sat in silent vigil by Quatre's hospital bed those years earlier, but he'd only feared for his life for two days. After that, they were sure Quatre was going to make it. Blake had been watching his lover decline for a month. Watching him grow weaker and weaker. Trowa didn't think he would have been able to handle it. Watching a dear friend die was hard enough.
Quatre glanced up to him and pushed to his feet. He crossed to Trowa and fell against his chest, pressing his forehead to his shoulder. Trowa wrapped his arms around him. Quatre took his hand and pulled him from the room.
Trowa frowned. “Sally's on her way.”
“They don't need us in there. Duo's embarrassed enough as it is.” He led Trowa up to their bedroom and turned to kiss him passionately. It was born of fear and relief, which both felt guilty over. They tore at each other’s clothes and Quatre had Trowa pinned on his stomach on the bed, kissing down his back as he fumbled in the night stand draw for the lube.
“I'm sorry, I can't wait.”
Trowa raised his hips slightly and spread his legs, curling his arms under the pillow beneath his head. “It's fine,” he gasped as a slick finger slid into him. Two more were added and he glanced over his shoulder. “That's enough.”
“You sure?” Quatre asked.
“Yeah.”
He pulled his fingers out, slathered his length and lay down, slightly to the left on Trowa. He tucked his right leg under his lovers' and raised it up. Gently kisses dropped to Trowa's shoulder as Quatre slid into him slowly. It was a position that didn't really allow too much in the way of speed or strength and Quatre knew they wouldn't maintain it for long, but it was Trowa's favorite position. It was the one where he said he felt the most cherished, and Quatre's wanted to get some of that in before he lost himself to that fearful need that he couldn't quite erase.
Trowa sighed softly, pressing back into Quatre's slow thrusts. He reached back and grabbed the blond's hip. “It's all right.”
That was all the prompting Quatre needed. He raised Trowa's hips up until his was on his knees, pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into him. A heavy moan was muffled by the pillow and Trowa spread his legs a little further. The pace became frenzied, both racing toward the ultimate release. Quatre reached beneath Trowa and squeezed him.
Trowa's back arched, head rising off the pillow. “Harder,” he moaned.
Quatre released him. “Touch yourself,” he ordered softly as he grabbed both of Trowa's hips. He watched Trowa's hand sneak between his legs as he pounded into Trowa almost brutally. And from the soft sounds he released, Trowa loved every second of it. A louder groan escaped him and that was all the warning had before the walls surrounding him clenched and Trowa shuddered. Several more thrusts and Quatre tipped over the edge, stars dancing behind his eyes.
He kissed the spot between Trowa's shoulder blades as he rode out the orgasm and then slowly pulled out. Trowa dropped to his right side and Quatre spooned behind him.
“Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Quatre raised up to look into sated emerald eyes. It wasn't like his lover to make the endearment very often. Quatre knew how he felt so it didn't really bother him, but every time he said it, it sent joy fluttering through his chest. A knock came to the door, causing both of them to jump.
“I hate to interrupt,” Wufei's pained voice drifted through the heavy door. “But Sally wants to talk to all of us.”
Quatre grimaced and looked down to Trowa. “We'll be out in a minute.” He slid from the bed. He and Trowa enjoyed sex, that was definitely true, but they weren't exactly sex fiends. Slipping off for nookie in the middle of the day wasn't their style. He ran into the bathroom and wet a hand towel. Trowa followed him in and cleaned himself up.
“I can't believe we did that,” Trowa muttered.
Quatre eyed him a moment before stepping out into the bedroom. “Not to mention getting caught.”
Trowa's lips twitched. “Think Wufei will give us a lecture on propriety later?”
The blond snickered. “If he tries I'll just tell him, at least we weren't making out in the elevator at work.”
Trowa laughed softly and they dressed and went down to the living room, pausing in the door as they saw Commander Une. “What's going on?”
“We don't know, she wouldn't tell us anything until everyone was here,” Wufei said, giving them a pointed look.
Quatre smirked slightly and looked to Duo. “You all right?”
He nodded. “The feeling came back and Sally said she was working on something Cynthia came up with. I'll tell you about it later.” He looked back to Une. “We're all here.”
She took a breath, hoping someone had hidden all the guns from Heero.
TBC....
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