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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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Quatre knocked on my door at 10:55 a.m. looking like he hadn’t lost a second of sleep. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting black slacks, a long-sleeved white button shirt, and a light black jacket. It was still a little chilly outside since we were in the last part of April, but damn, he looked liked he was headed to work!

All he needed was the tie.

“Good morning, Duo; I trust you slept well.” His voice was pleasant and completely contradicted the mischievous smirk on his face that said he was well aware that I got mmaaayyybbbbeee an hour of sleep. Bastard.

But that didn’t mean I was slow on the comebacks. “And I trusted you to have casual wear; you look like you’re headed to the office. Wait…you’re not standing me up, are you?”

I knew he wasn’t, but it was nice to see him flush so pretty.

“No, of course not. This is casual for me; well, not as casual as you.” Quatre’s eyes scanned my t-shirt, jeans, and grey windbreaker.

“Casual? All you need is a tie, and you’re set for an interview.” I pushed a little more.

“And you look like you just rolled out of bed and threw on some pants.” Quatre’s eyes widened and his face went full blush as soon as he shut his mouth around the statement.

I started laughing. “I knew you had a little bite to you, blondie!” I wrapped my arm around his shoulders in a brotherly hug slash guiding motion to pull him into the main room to sit on the couch.

He was still a little red, but he had a little smile curling his lips like the pride I showed in him for the insult was bleeding over into himself. Good, he needs to be able to banter back and forth with other people, especially if they are people he feels comfortable around.

And he needs to start feeling more comfortable around people in settings outside his corporate building. Quatre Winner, C.E.O. and king of the world, was one of the most sure-footed and confident men I knew. Quatre Winner, introverted, normal man, was the exact opposite, tentative and completely lost when it came to normal interactions with people.

Everyone who surrounded him were either his employees or in awe of his wealth. I wonder what his family life was like, but then again, from what I knew from the news, all of his siblings were at least ten years his senior.

For all intents and purposes out of the house by the time he was old enough to remember… so, basically, he was an only child, surrounded by nannies, tutors, and people to fawn all over him.

It was a wonder and a testament to how good a person he was that he didn’t end up as a complete narcissist.

He sat down on the couch to wait. “Do you want some juice or something? Sorry I don’t really drink coffee.” I sprawled across my loveseat, maybe I shouldn’t have gotten so comfortable if I was just going to stand right back up. Meh.

“No, thank you, though.” Quatre was trying to look around subtly, but failing. Was this the first home besides his own that he had ever been in?

I chuckled a bit. “Would you like a tour? It wouldn’t take very long, and its probably not as grand as yours.”

Q’s head dropped, embarrassed. “No, but it has quite a bit more personality.” He started looking around in earnest, knowing my words were harmless teasing. “My parents hired an interior decorator for the manor, and everything coordinates perfectly.” It sounded more like an insult than a compliment to his home.

“But…” I prompted, knowing he was holding back.

He hesitated, shaking his head slightly; I felt myself leaning forward waiting for his answer.

A knock on the door made us both jump. I looked at my watch 11:15 a.m.; Heero was really early.

It made me sad that I wouldn’t know what Q was holding back from me. I mean, we were friends, but we weren’t that close, yet. I guess I didn’t really have a right to know. I sighed and stood to answer the door, my heart rate was climbing now that I was focused on who was on outside.

Q’s hand on my arm stopped me. “But there’s not a single picture of any member of my family anywhere on display in the household.” His head was down, eyes pinned to the carpet. “The only reason I even remember what my parents looked like is because I printed pictures from the media.”

He seemed so ashamed, like it was his fault. I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. “Damn paparazzi were finally good for something, huh?”

Quatre laughed a little against my neck. It was my intention, but there was still a shade of sadness painting his baby blues when I pulled back. I smiled at him, reaching up to ruffle his perfectly coiffed head. He yelped a bit and stepped back trying to fix the damage without a mirror as I laughed.

“Come on, blue eyes, time for our double date.” I put a little prance into my step.

I heard Q grumble something about his blind date behind me, and I couldn’t keep the smirk from forming. Good thing he couldn’t see it.

The smirk was still present when I opened the door, but then my world stopped. Heero stood there, dark blue eyes drilling into my soul, chocolate brown hair curling into his eyes.

Fuck, but he was gorgeous. “Heero.” His name slipped through my lips like a prayer to his godliness.

“Hi, Duo.” His eyes were softer than they were the last time I saw him.

I don’t think I could ever possibly get tired of looking at him; the air was suddenly too thin and I couldn’t pull enough into my lungs.

“Eloquent.” Trowa’s droll voice slapped us both out of our trance. “Please tell me this isn’t what the entire day is going to be like.”

My eyes flicked to Trowa standing behind him, and I smirked. “Just remember, tall one, you’re the one responsible for getting us back together.”

I stepped back to let Heero in as I watched Trowa close his eyes briefly, resigned. “My mistake.”

As Heero walked past, he leaned in and brought his face to my ear. “So we’re together now, are we?” And kept walking like nothing happened.

I shivered at his breath on my ear, but didn’t respond.

Trowa walked in, his face a picture of mild irritation, and I closed the door behind him. I saw Quatre’s blue eyes widen with surprise, and Trowa’s narrowed in a glare directed at Heero.

Heero smirked back unrepentant.

“Its good to see you again, Trowa. I didn’t realize you…would be here.” It was a very tactful way of covering up what he had intended to say.

Trowa didn’t bother responding to Quatre’s greeting; his eyes cut to me. “Why do I suddenly feel outnumbered?” His tone wasn’t friendly.

“You’ve been in the business too long. Paranoia is a common symptom of hacking.” I brushed him off, and it irritated him more. It was so much fun messing with him. “Heero Yuy, I’d like you to meet my friend, Quatre Winner.”

“Winner? Like W.E.I.?” Heero played dumb well. Good boy!

Quatre’s smile was very practiced. “Something similar, yes. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Yuy.”

“Please call me, Heero.” The two shook hands congenially. Heero’s hand was much bigger than Q’s, and the handshake was much shorter than the one shared between Q and Trowa. It was very promising.

Quatre’s smile became genuine. “Certainly, if you refer to me as Quatre.”

“Deal.” Heero was much more mellow than on our first introduction.

I felt warm watching them. It was way too soon to feel this way, but it was like my family approved of my boyfriend. Gawd! I really was reliving high school with this man.

Hang on to your balls, Duo! You’re going schoolgirl!

Trowa’s eyes seemed to be perpetually rolled to the top of his socket. “Can we just get this over with?” Damn, what crawled up his ass and died?

I spoke up. “Sure, what do you want to eat?”

“Something fast.” Trowa growled as he began walking towards the door with the rest of us falling into line behind him.

Quatre looked a little disconcerted, and I didn’t blame him. Trowa was being an ass. Methinks the lady doth protest too much! I slung my arm around Q’s shoulders again, and apparently my proximity allowed blondie’s bite to return.

“I should congratulate you, Duo. Heero is a very charming man, but I can’t say much for his taste in friends.” Quatre’s voice was lower in pitch, mocking a secret between us.

I saw Trowa’s shoulders stiffen in front of us, proving that the comment landed where it was supposed to, and I almost laughed out loud when I saw Heero draw even with the taller man, nudge him with his elbow and say “you hear that? I’m charming.”

Trowa ignored him.

Heero was enjoying Trowa’s discomfort just as much as I was, but at the same time, I was a little worried that Trowa’s complete rebellion against the idea of a set up would look more like rejection in Quatre’s eyes.

We ended up at a little café a few blocks from my place of residence. Trowa was no longer as rude as he had been, but he did return to his silent approach to the world, answering direct questioning only with as few words as possible.

Q and I gave up, and Heero just sat there smirking at all attempts to drag Trowa into a conversation.

So we switched tactics, and Quatre didn’t even need to be prompted…or maybe it was him that started it and I just followed suit. We began to ignore Trowa all together.

“So Heero, what is it you do?” Quatre sipped his drink casually.

“I’m a lawyer at Peacecraft & Peacecraft.” Heero’s tone was even.

I saw Quatre’s eyes narrow a bit. “That’s where I’ve seen you before. You’ve accompanied Relena to several society gatherings.”

Heero winced slightly. “Guilty, but I don’t recall having seen you before.”

Q nodded. “I try to keep a low profile at such places. I wouldn’t go at all if I had a choice, but while Iria is playing the crowd, someone has to make the contacts needed to build business.”

Heero nodded. “I envy you that ability.” He spoke before sticking a forkful of salad into his mouth. See, I told you, he’s the clean body type…or maybe he just likes his salads.

Nah.

Quatre smirked. “Its well practiced, I assure you. So, how do you and Mr. Barton know each other?”

I saw Trowa’s posture change very subtly, interested, but trying not to be. I also didn’t miss the fact that Q had reverted to treating Trowa very formally, refusing to call him by his first name. I wondered what effect that would have on the stubborn ass.

Heero was still chewing, so Trowa answered for him. “We were roommates in college.”

Quatre’s head turned slowly, and I did my best not to pee myself in glee at how the blond handled himself. So cold, it was the business man if I’ve ever seen him. “So you do know how to have a civilized conversation, Mr. Barton. How refreshing.”

Trowa glared back at him, but Q’s face was completely stone.

Heero coughed to try to cover his laugh. I couldn’t help it; I started giggling like a little girl. “Looks like you’ve met your match, Mr. Barton.” My voice had a sing-song quality to it.

Those piercing green eyes swung to me. “If I was looking for a match, I might even be grateful. As it is, I’m simply annoyed.” Trowa raised his arm to catch our waiter’s attention and asked for his check. “It seems that Duo has found the chaperone he needs in Mr. Winner.” His tone was biting as he threw the formality back in Quatre’s face. “I’m going to take my leave before this situation makes it even more awkward to work with you both.”

Trowa’s pointed words actually hit me pretty hard. Oh, right. This had to be kosher for a working environment. I guess Q realized the same thing because his eyes widened, and he actually looked a little embarrassed.

“Trowa, wait.” I spoke as he stood, throwing enough money on the table to cover his bill and a tip. He stopped, but remained standing. “Look, I’m sorry, ok?”

He turned to look at me, brow raised, but otherwise no emotion on his face.

I choked down my pride a little and continued. “I know this looks really bad, and I know you think I’m trying to set you up, and I was…at first. But that was before I talked to Heero about you; now I’m pretty damn sure that you two are completely incompatible. So, yeah, I’ve been giving you a hard time because you made an easy target, but I’ll lay off. Just stay and hang out with us today, no double date or pressure as long as you promise not to make a play for Q when my back is turned.”

His voice was dry as the desert when he replied with: “I’ll try to contain myself.” He sat back down, body twisted in his chair to turn his body more towards Heero than to myself and Q.

Quatre was shifting uncomfortably in his chair, face still slightly flushed due to the subject matter. “I, um…what?”

I couldn’t help it; I was a little snappy. “Don’t play dumb, blondie; you heard the whole schpeil. I was trying to play matchmaker, but Trowa’s not the right type for you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Trowa watch me intently. Yeah, I know that sounded weird, so sue me. Its true. I think he was trying to decide the truth of what I just said to him. Or maybe…just maybe he was trying to figure out what a certain blond’s type was.

Like I said earlier, Trowa’s not one to handle being backed into a corner well. He likes to feel like he has some control of a situation. Me setting him up: disaster; him believing its his idea: far more likely to happen. Me telling him to leave Quat alone: much more likely to spark T’s interest in my shy friend.

Lights, camera, Action!

Quatre watched me for a moment, blue eyes studying me intently. Why did it always feel like he could dissect my soul just by looking at me? A smirk curled the barest corner of his lips before he hid it behind his glass. “And what exactly is my type, Duo?” He took a drink after speaking, further hiding his expression from any onlooker.

“Someone sensitive, caring, and I think we’ve all seen just how blunt and apathetic Trowa is on a regular basis.” I glanced at Trowa; he did Not look happy. “No offense meant, man, but its true. You’re not passionate about anything, only mildly interested in your technology.” It was a mean tactic, but I wanted to make my point very clear. “Quatre is the type who would completely invest himself in a relationship. It would just be a passing fling for you, and I would watch him get hurt while you walk away without the slightest inconvenience.”

Trowa looked away then, not able to meet my eyes or deny what I said.

But Heero stepped in and stood up for his friend. “In his defense, Trowa’s always been very deliberate about those who he engaged with. He wouldn’t get involved with those who couldn’t handle a superficial connection.”

“Reassuring.” I commented as I popped a french fry in my mouth. Everyone was finished with the meal, but I was still snacking sporadically.

“I’m sitting right here. Please refrain from speaking about me as if I wasn’t.” Trowa didn’t sound irritated this time. Wow, first time today. He sounded more tired than anything.

“You’re right. We’ve been quite rude to you, Mr. Barton. I do hope you will accept my sincerest apology.” Quatre’s bright blue eyes were trained on the former hacker, asking for pardon.

And Trowa’s eyes were trained on him. It really was beautiful; there were definitely sparks between the two. I slid my eyes to Heero; he was smirking. He saw it, too. Trowa and Quatre would match up really nicely if Trowa let go a little.

“Apology accepted.” His eyes were still glued to Quatre’s face.

A soft smile made Quatre’s lips look more inviting. “May I call you Trowa? Or have I lost that priviledge?”

Trowa nodded, words were beyond him.

Quatre’s smile was radiant. “Wonderful. Now I suggest we pay our bills, and get on with our day, unless you still want to leave us, Trowa?” The smile faded with his question.

“I’ll stay.”

“Perfect, then I won’t feel like such a burden. You have my thanks, Trowa.” Quatre was very good at putting the man at ease. It would be a useful trait if things progressed.

Oooohhhh, this was so exciting!!

I looked over to Heero to see if he was feeling the same anticipation, but he wasn’t watching them. His midnight blue eyes were staring directly at me, and the excitement within them was of a different sort.

My body shivered with remembrance of the last time he looked at me like that. My body screamed for him, but my head screamed for my chaperone! EEP.

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Bleck! Sorry guys, I hit a huge wall. I spent hours sitting in front of my computer staring at the screen, and writing nothing! Frustrating. A little fun in this chapter, but not much movement. My apologies. Send me some love/hate/whatever if you have the time, it might kick my ass out of this slump!

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