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He goes running	By : Aestas Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Duo's POV

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The initial meeting between Trowa and Quatre had been promising. They were both acting out of their normal routine. Quatre was very formal and delicate in the way he phrased things, and Trowa was actually fairly polite.

Which was weird. I mean he was still incredibly blunt, but he had taken the razor edges off his words, more like being hit over the head with a baseball bat rather than an axe. I guess Q brought out the softer side of him. Kinda…

Anyways, the Winner heir brought up files and figures of the company’s hierarchy of management as it exists now, and what the structure would be when it was fully absorbed with Winner Corp. On top of Trowa and I going over the quality of equipment output and productions, his first task he preferred us to tackle was sitting in on interviews with the existing executives.

He wanted us to test their knowledge, especially the ones that had been promoted under the last owner. Quatre wanted to make sure those he employed would do what’s best for the company, not drive it into the ground again.

Which makes perfect sense, but I’ll admit, I wasn’t really excited about the prospect. Trowa, on the other hand seemed to find it amusing that he’d be involved in such a task.

I asked him about it on the way out of the Winner building, and he got a wicked smirk on his face and simply said. “In the IT job I have, the execs know jack shit about tech. I’m looking forward to having the situation reversed.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. He wouldn’t have to wait long. Quatre said he would set up a string of interviews on Monday, clearing his schedule wasn’t difficult as that would be the first day of Iria’s romantic vacation. All executive decisions and meetings had to be postponed anyway. Quatre would sit in on all the interviews, but would play the part of a lowly assistant. His eyes had sparkled as he suggested that.

Yes, one of the most powerful men in the universe had no qualms about humbling himself in order to maintain appearances. Lord, I love being his friend.

Trowa and I parted ways and I went back home to play.

There were websites I checked regularly that had modifications of computer cases, different set ups in different formats for geeks like me. Solid state hard drives, water-cooled systems, three graphics cards, four sound cards, multiple radiators; its amazing what people can do to reach the maximum efficiency, ultimate output for their desired use of their machine.

It was geek porn. I know, but it seriously got me hard at the possibilities of what people could do with enough creativity and funds.

My machine was pretty stout, very fast, operating at near freezing temperatures to limit heat interference with speed. My laptop wasn’t near as impressive as my desktop, but it was as buffed as I could make it.

Hours passed quickly as I was looking at different ideas, different mods people had come up with.

Heero called again around dinner time. It was becoming a regular thing, and I wasn’t nearly as freaked out now when he did. We’d talk over dinner, and I felt like I knew him better as a person.

Apparently, he and Trowa went through a lot of trouble to become friends. They were like oil and water at first. And I loved hearing the stories of how they would one-up each other the first year at college.

And in return I told Heero about all the trouble I got into for hacking into the school’s system, screwing up the itineraries, changing the code for the magnetic locks on buildings, crashing computer systems on the day an electronic quiz was scheduled.

It was fun talking to him about such things. I had this feeling, beforehand, that he was a straight A student above reproach…and he was, for the most part. Well, at least, they couldn’t prove anything was actually him or Trowa. He record was completely spotless.

If it was in any way possible, it made me want him more.

We talked and talked that night until I heard the sleep start to color his voice. I had lost track of the time; it hadn’t felt like that long, but I looked at the clock and realized it was 3 a.m. Heero was going to have a hell of a day at the office tomorrow with so little sleep.

“You should go to bed, Heero. You’ve got to get up in a few hours.” My eyes felt heavy all of a sudden.

His voice was a little muffled. “I’m already in bed. The hard part is going to be getting up to brush my teeth when you hang up.”

Heat flushed its way up my spine to think of him lying in bed as we talked. Did he sleep in his underwear, or was he a commando sleeper? Fuck, I just went hard. I tried to laugh it off, but it probably sounded more like gargling mice.

“Hey, Duo?” He sounded like he woke up a little. “Can I see you? Like could we meet up and just hang out? See a movie, or…hell, go the grocery store, I don’t care. I just…I miss you.”

“I…” Shouldn’t. He has way too much power over me in person, but…I wanted to see him, too. I felt like I was in grade school again, but talking on the phone until we fall asleep like kids did that to you. I felt like we should go walk up and down the mall hand in hand until our parents came to pick us up. Cheezy to the extreme, but… “yeah, ok.”

“When?” Eager.

I laughed a little. “My schedule is a lot more flexible than yours.”

“Tomorrow.” Wow, very eager. “I can call in sick; its not like I’m going to get much work done on as little sleep as I’ll get tonight.”

I was flattered to tell the truth, that he’d blow off work just to see me. But its not like I’d tell him that. “That’s very irresponsible of you, Heero.”

“That depends on your definition of responsibility.” He yawned, and I heard water running in the background. “My foremost goal is getting back in your good graces. Sacrificing a day of work to be in your presence is not irresponsible in my book.”

“Sweet talker. So when are we getting together?” We both ended up in our bathrooms, and yes, I bit the bullet and began brushing my teeth while we were still on the phone. Screw it, I wasn’t gonna stand by my sink until the conversation ended. No telling when it would.

“How about a lunch? Then whatever you want.”

“Deal.” I said around a mouthful of white foam. Yummy.

He laughed, apparently he could tell what I was doing, and he didn’t care. He found it funny. To my foggy, sleep-deprived brain, I liked that he found my brushing my teeth over the phone funny.

Whatever.

So Heero said he’d pick me up and we’d go to lunch. I think I would have rather us met somewhere, but I decided to finally take the plunge. Heero had been trying to make this work with very little involvement from me.

A little effort on my part wouldn’t hurt.

But I wasn’t exactly ready to lie down and do exactly as he had intended either…

I know it was late, well…early, hell it was three a.m. and I’d be pissed as hell if someone called me then, but I really needed to talk to someone. I propped my pillows up against the headboard, and dialed Q.

His voice was muffled and sleepy. “Hello?”

“Quatre, I’m sorry its so late…” And I was.

“Duo? Why? What’s wrong?” He was instantly awake, and I could hear the bed clothes rustling around him, probably sitting up.

“Heero wants to meet with me tomorrow. He offered to play hookie from work. And I want to, I really do, but I’m not sure I’m quite ready for it.”

“Oh, umm. Well, if you’re not ready, just call it off, Duo.” Quatre was still a little muddled, trying to wake up fully in a matter of seconds without having a full night’s sleep.

“Its not that easy, Q. What if,…what if I’m never ready? And I want to; Heero and I have been talking a lot lately. I still like him a lot, but I don’t know…I’m kinda scared, actually.” I laughed a little at the confession. It was true, and if anyone else asked me that question, I probably would have punched them. But Q was the sensitive sort, and I already learned the hard way that if I didn’t confess these things, he’d call me on it anyway.

Quatre always knew what I was feeling, it was kinda creepy actually.

My friend was quiet for a moment, then spoke. “Scared of the pain of rejection? I know he hurt you, Duo, and I know your brain is telling you not to trust him for that very reason. But what is your heart telling you?” He already knew, the bastard.

“My heart was wrong once.” I couldn’t help but point out the obvious.

“And you felt the sting of his rejection, yes. But you lived through it, and now its time to find the trust within yourself to open your heart again. If not to Heero then to someone else. Life is not worth living alone, Duo.” Quatre’s voice was soft, but firm.

“Speaking from personal experience?” It was harsh, but true.

“Yes. My responsibility to my father’s business is the only thing that makes my life manageable, Duo. You’ve commented before on how I seem to thrive on stress, how many hours I’m at the office. That’s not simply to keep the company afloat.” It was his turn to confess.

It really sucked to go home to an empty house; yeah, I was well aware of that.

“So what do I do?” I kinda already knew.

“What do you want to do, Duo?” Didn’t anyone ever tell him he wasn’t supposed to answer a question with a question?

“I want to see him.” My pulse skyrocketed as I said it, and I couldn’t quite get enough air into my lungs.

“You seem very anxious over this, Duo.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I already told you I was scared, what more do you want from me, Quat?”

He laughed a little. “Then I guess the question is, what do you want from me?”

“What?” I tried to play dumb, but he had caught me out. I guess that’s why he’s so good in the board room.

“Then I guess I’ll just go back to sleep.”

“Well, maybe…do you think you could play chaperone?” I tried my best puppy dog voice, because puppy eyes don’t travel so well over the phone.

“You really want me to be a third wheel on your date?” Laughter echoed through his voice.

“Well, maybe I could make it a double date?” Ok, so maybe I could kill two birds with one stone.

“So we could both be uncomfortable? I’m fine with being the third wheel.” There was still laughter in his voice.

“You can’t fool me, Q; I know you’re lonely. You’ve already admitted to that much. What could it possibly hurt for you to go on a double date with me and some eye candy?” I liked teasing him, and I was finally back to it.

“Umm, I don’t know, my pride? I’ve heard horrible things about blind dates.” He was smiling as he said it, I could tell even through the phone.

“Come on, call in sick tomorrow, and I’ll see if Heero can invite a friend along.” I wasn’t about to tell Q that it wouldn’t be a blind date, that he already knows his intended date.

“Duo I’m not going to call in sick!” He sounded affronted for a moment, then started laughing. “I’m the boss, if I don’t want to come in; I won’t.”

“So?” I prodded.

“Fine, fine, I’ll come, whether or not I’m a third or fourth wheel.”

“Yes!! You’re the best, Q.” I was doing a little happy dance in my sheets. Yeah, ok, so that sounded all sorts of wrong, but ok, whatever. “Can you come by my place around 11 a.m.?”

“Yes, yes, of course, can I go back to sleep now?” He was still laughing.

“Sure, sure, sweet dreams.” …Of Trowa. I didn’t say it, but I sooo wanted to!!

“Goodnight, Duo.”

So yeah, it was now a little after four o’clock, but I still had work to do. So this time, I was the one who called Heero.

He was groggy, voice thick with sleep, and damn if it wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. It went straight to my cock, and I did another form of dancing in the sheets, though this one was much less cute and more squirmy. “Duo, are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, but I need to talk to you about tomorrow.” I know I sounded nervous because I was.

“What’s wrong, Duo?” He sounded worried; I guess my nervousness was rubbing off on him.

“Can we make it a double date?” Involuntarily, a whine threaded its way through my voice, damnit.

“Uh, I guess.” He was still sleepy, but I could still tell he was disappointed.

“I just…I’m still nervous around you, Heero, and I think I need that cushion of having someone else there.”

“Its ok; I understand, Duo.” His voice was soft, compassionate, and I felt like I could cry in that second.

“Do you think you could call Trowa up in the morning?” I tried to prevent it, but some mischief settled into the tone.

“Are you using our date as a matchmaking scheme?” Now he sounded a little irritated.

“It’s a secondary function, but what I said was truth.” All teasing left my voice.

“I’m sorry. If we need to call it off…” He trailed off like he didn’t want to finish the sentence.

And in truth, I didn’t want him to finish it. “No, I want to see you, but just…not alone, yet.”

“I see.” He sounded so sad.

“No, I don’t think you do, Heero.” I feel like I had to justify myself. “You see, I want this to work very badly, but part of me thinks its stupid to trust you.”

“I…” I don’t know what he was going to say, but I knew I couldn’t stop or I would say it.

“I don’t think you realize how much power you have over me, Heero. I don’t really trust myself, either, not when it comes to you.” There! I said it.

“What do you mean?” There was a shrewd quality to his voice.

“You know damn well what I mean. Every time you’re near me, I’m thinking with the wrong head.” Shit! Did I just say that? Lord, I need sleep!

His deep chuckle resonated through my ear and went straight through to my cock. “Good, then we’re even.”

“What?” Duh…What?!

“You heard me. You have the same effect on me.” He was smiling as he said it, teasing me.

“Oh…” Fuck! What was I saying? Wrong head, blood! Move back north! Shit, I’m hopeless.

He started laughing, and I couldn’t help it. I did, too.

“So, you understand why I asked along a chaperone?” I was trying to patch things together a bit.

“I guess, but now they’ll be present for any embarrassing ‘in the wrong head’ moments. You realize that, don’t you?”

“Yeah, and we’ll be present for any embarrassing ‘love at second sight’ moments. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.

“You’re a romantic.” He said it as an accusation, but there was a teasing note to it.

“So.” I could try to deny it, but deep down…it’d be a lie to refute.

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up about them, Duo.” Heero warned.

“They might not be compatible, but they’re definitely attracted to each other.” I waggled my eyebrows suggestively, but the gesture was lost on the empty room around me.

“So good times to be had by all then.”

“Of course. So you’re going to call Trowa tomorrow?” I was wheedling a little bit.

“No. I’ll call him now. Might as well start his day as early as mine.” He was laughing somewhat wickedly as he said it.

“Well, I’m going to sleep for a few hours before you come to pick me and Q up.” I was smirking, but I had that funny feeling in my nose that signaled an incoming yawn.

“Sleep well then.”

“Thanks.” I yawned as I said it and heard him laugh softly.

Today was going to be an eventful day, but I needed some sleep first.

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Eventually, I need to go back and figure out a way to fix the formatting of my chapters, but I'm desperately trying to figure out a way to do it without hitting the delete button every other line or breaking my fics into chapters and saving them that way in my comp. Ugh, I'll check around. Anywho, yes, its a little bit of a filler chapter, I know, but I wanted to make sure everyone was on the same page as me about the wishy-washyness that is Duo's current constitution and put a little spotlight on Duo's and Quatre's burgeoning friendship. Leave me some love if you get the chance. I'll stop by the forums and respond to review to Trin and to He Goes in the next few days. Hope you liked it!

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