Adult-FanFiction.org : Gundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA

Dangerous Affairs	By : armitage43 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 15
- 16
- 17
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gundam boys or any other character from the series.

Warnings: Lemon, lime, angst, rape, abuse, foul language, AU, OOC

Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4, 3xDxS

Rating: NC 17

Author: Ryouga

Summary: Treize Kushrenada runs an elite detective agency and Ace detectives Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell are assigned the task of bringing a serial killer to justice. Quatre Winner is a young trainee under the ever-watchful eye of Wu Fei Chang. When good meets bad and love enters the equation, it becomes a dangerous affair.

Author�s note: This arc will officially be known as the �Retribution and Atonement� arc
"Dangerous Affairs"
Dangerous Affairs part 16

Loud terrified screams and the smash of glass invaded the quiet of the night, sending Trowa rushing from his bed and out in to the hallway.

Shoving the door to Quatre's room open so hard that it hit the wall, his eyes scanned the dark room to see the young man fighting against an imaginary foe by the now broken window. Within seconds he reached the panic stricken blonde and had seen the small pool of blood that flowed from a gash on Quatre's upper right arm. Grabbing him tightly around the waist he held Quatre's hands to his sides so that he would not harm himself any further and dragged him back to the bed.

Quatre thrashed and screamed but nothing he was saying was making any sense. Trowa sighed realizing only one thing would calm him down. Still holding the young man with one hand and raising the other high, he slapped the young blonde squarely on the cheek.

It worked. Quatre stopped screaming and suddenly Trowa had a whimpering mess attached to his chest.

"Looks like yesterday messed you up pretty good, Quatre," Trowa said softly as he tore a length from his night clothes and proceeded to wrap it tightly around the gash on Quatre's arm. "Can you walk?"

Quatre nodded meekly and sighed, still sobbing slightly."I... can... but, I... I still can't see properly, Trowa."

"Here..." Trowa returned as he stood and reached out taking Quatre's hand in his, "...we need to get this seen to straight away, I have a medical kit in my room. Do you trust me?"

Quatre swallowed and nodded, allowing Trowa to lead him from his room. "What did I do?"

Trowa gently maneuvered Quatre into his own room as he replied. "You were having a nightmare and smashed the window; gave yourself a pretty nasty gash."

"I'm so sorry, Trowa. I'll replace the window, I promise!" he stammered.

Trowa gave a small sarcastic laugh, "A window is something that can be replaced, Quatre; a human life is irreplaceable."

Quatre chose that moment to remain silent. He was already embarrassed enough by his own antics and didn't want to cause himself any further shame; although Trowa didn't seem to be bothered at all by any of it.

Barton led the young man over to his bed. "Sit here while I get the kit," he ordered, gently pushing Quatre down onto the bed. Quatre strained to see where Trowa had gone to but his eyes refused to give him the sight that he desired. He so longed to see those green eyes again. To look into them and thank him properly.

"If I were you, Quatre, I wouldn't be pushing yourself so hard."

"How long?"

"Until your eyes are back to normal? Maybe another day or so."

Trowa's voice was closer now and Quatre could barely make out the outline of a figure in front of him, but he relaxed as he felt Trowa's presence close to him once more.

"You should think yourself lucky that your friend didn't get the change to finish what he started," Trowa continued as he began to clean around the wound.

Quatre sighed deeply and then winced as he felt Trowa cleaning up his arm, "He wasn't even a friend as such. We only ever slept together once, I made it quite clear I wasn't interested in a full time relationship and that I wasn't planning on sleeping with him again. I was blind drunk at the... AHHH, SHIT!!" Quatre jumped as he felt what must have been the dressing being applied to the gash on his arm.

Trowa laughed. "Hurt a bit then, did it?"

Quatre frowned. "No, of course not," he began, a little snarky, "I always go about gashing myself on glass windows that I just happen to break during a nightmare, it's a hobby of mine; of course it bloody well hurt!!

"I find you rather amusing, Quatre," Trowa grinned, continuing to wrap the blonde's arm.

"I'm glad you find this so entertaining," the young detective huffed. "I mean, It's not every day I have the chance to get mugged in an alley, knocked out by a sex mad raving lunatic, lose my eyesight and then gash my arm on a window I broke."

Trowa couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips. "Well then, I'm honored. It's not every day I get the chance to rescue some one who gets mugged in an alley, knocked out by a sex mad raving lunatic, loses his eyesight, gashes his arm on my window and then be entertained by them."

Quatre went to open his mouth and then stopped before he even let out a puff of air. He thought about what had just been said and then realized how ridiculous it sounded and then suddenly, he found himself chuckling too. "Well, then... as long as we have an understanding. You get to be entertained and I get nursed back to health. Deal?"

Trowa placed a hand on Quatre's shoulder. "You can stay here until you're back to normal if you like. I'll just let your boss know you'll be out of action for a few days. Is that alright with you?"

Sighing deeply, Quatre had to agree. What other choice did he have? "Alright, but if you feel it's too much you have to take me home. I can get someone to give me a hand from there."

He heard Trowa moving about again and felt a hand take his. "I'm sure we can manage, and besides, I'm not going to complain; at least I get to see those gorgeous eyes of yours for the next few days."

Blushing, Quatre stood as Trowa pulled him upward and to began to lead him back through to his own room. Just as they reached Quatre's bed, the blonde tripped over his own feet and fell forward. He didn't even have time to cry out.

Trowa felt a change in his position and turned in time to see Quatre tumbling towards him. He twisted his body, grabbed the young blonde by the waist and to avoid hitting the floor he pushed himself upwards and backwards still hanging on tightly to the astonished young man. They landed safely on the bed, managing to avoid any contact to Quatre's arm.

Quatre felt his heart beating fast as they lay there for a few moments catching their breath.

"You alright, Quatre?" Trowa inquired as he slowly sat upright, the young man attached quite firmly to him now.

"I've been better."

"Listen, I know we've only just begun to get acquainted, Quatre. However, I think that under the circumstances I would feel a lot better about your safety if I could be around you while your eyes heal at least." He paused trying to plot his next lot of words out carefully. "I suggest you stay with me in my room. I have a fold down bed that I can sleep on. You can have my bed."

"But, Trowa, I couldn't..."

"Yes, you can, and you will. I am not happy about this situation and I can see something else happening to you if precautions are not taken," Trowa insisted, his heart racing a little too now. "I won't allow any thing to happen to you whilst you're in my care. From the moment I saw you at the post office I decided I would find you again, Quatre. I don't know why, but I knew I would. I'm just sorry it was under these awful circumstances."

Quatre couldn't help his next course of action. He could feel the warm breath on his face, sense the intensity between them and his instincts kicked in, who gave a shit if he'd only known him less than a day? The attraction had been there from the moment their eyes had met at the post office and he knew it, Trowa had all but said so, so throwing caution to the wind the young blonde pushed upwards following the line of warm air that escaped Trowa's lips and planted a quick soft kiss to them.

As the blonde took his lips by surprise, Trowa stiffened a little then relaxed; he wasn't going to knock back anything this one threw at him.

"You're so kind, Trowa." Quatre blushed as Trowa's lips returned his kiss.

"And you're cute when you blush, Quatre, but you need sleep and so do I. Tomorrow we can go to your place and grab some of your things."

Quatre nodded in silent agreement.

"We'll head back to my room, but, there's no way you're walking."

"Whoa! Hey, Trowa!!" Quatre suddenly panicked as he felt his his body lifted from its position, then slowly relaxed as he realized what the other young man was up to and snuggled into the taller man's chest. "You don't have to be so kind you know. I mean we've only just met and I kind of pushed myself on you just then."

Trowa gave an amused chuckle. "If I hadn't wanted that kiss, believe you me, you would have known about it in no uncertain terms. I'm not the kind that is easily seduced. Truth is, Quatre, I like you so I'll be honest; I'm not good at the relationship thing, I'm not the kind to allow myself to love and I don't usually attach myself to any one person. I also don't believe in love at first sight. I did however sense in you the same reaction as I had when our eyes connected the other day and I needed to know if I was imagining things or not and judging by your actions within the last few minutes, I think it's safe to say that I was correct in my assumptions," he informed Quatre as he walked into his room and deposited the young man on his bed and proceeded to pull back the blankets. "In you get."

Quatre found himself a little taken aback by Trowa's revelation. "Well..." he began, trying to think of a way to reply. "I suppose it's something we would have to work on, because... Well, because, I really could fall in love with you, Trowa."

The atmosphere suddenly turned cool and Quatre mentally kicked himself, knowing that he obviously had said something wrong.

"You shouldn't involve yourself with me any more than you have to, Quatre. I saved your life because I like you and there's nothing more I'd like than to feel my cock embedded deep inside your sweetness and to hear your cries of pleasure. But it's not fair on you, I can see that you'd want something long term and I can't offer you that right now or maybe ever."

"Fuck me!"

"Pardon?"

"I said, fuck me!"

"Clarify..."

"Trowa, I don't care if you can't offer me a relationship right now, but if you want to fuck me then do it..."

"No!"

"But why not? You just said..."

"I know what I said, Quatre and believe me, I do want to, but now is not the right time."

The sudden silence was deafening and knowingly, Trowa sat beside the young blonde placing a hand gently over his shoulder. "I will not take advantage of you in these present circumstances. Can you understand that, Quatre?"

Quatre sighed and nodded. "I'm sorry, Trowa. I must be such a burden and I guess I'm just making things worse by carrying on like this."

Trowa chuckled. "Not at all. I respect you, Quatre and that's why I will not take advantage, even if you are willing." He pressed his lips to Quatre's once more. "Now sleep. I will see you in the morning. Goodnight, Quatre."

"Good night, Trowa," Quatre replied softly as he blushed and rolled onto his left side so as not to cause further damage to his right arm. Smiling to himself, he closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of Trowa sorting out his own sleeping arrangements. Within minutes, Quatre was sound asleep.

Trowa smiled down at the young blonde and a sad sigh escaped his lips. "If things were different in my life, I could love you like you've never been loved before, my sweet little Quatre, but I feel It would have been best if we never had met. For if it is as I have been told and your life crosses mine in the past, it may not have a pleasant outcome...

...for either of us."

TBC....
- 15
- 16
- 17
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Dangerous Affairs