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He goes running	By : Aestas Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4804 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My eyes are blurry from staring at the computer screen too long. So I probably missed a crapload of typos. You've been warned.

Duo's POV

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I was in that blissful, warm place that you kinda wake up to when you know you don’t have anywhere you have to be, and you can just lounge in bed for hours if you wanted. I registered the warm, soft sheets, and the so warm and perfect flesh wrapped around me. It was so nice, and I just wanted to drift back into sleep with the feel of Heero wrapped around me like a blanket.

But he had other ideas. His lips were running along my neck, his hands were running up and down my arms, across my chest. He was doing a fabulous job of making me want to wake up. The way I was feeling right now, he could roll me over and work his way inside with little more than lube on his cock; I was that relaxed and wanting.

And my ass was twitching a little remembering what he did last night. I rolled over and slung my top leg over his hip and wrapped my arms around him with a contented groan. I had yet to open my eyes, so when his lips found mine it was a nice surprise.

He pulled back, nudging my chin with his nose. “Are you awake, Duo?”

“Mmhm. That depends. What do I get if I am?”

Heero chuckled and then pulled away. “I have to use the restroom before we do anything.”

“What? Wait a sec!” I rolled over and reached for him, but he had already vacated the sheets and was walking bare-assed to the bathroom. It was a really nice vision except for the whole ‘him walking away’ thing. Jerk.

I heard the toilet flush and the water running (he had better be washing his hands), then he was walking back to the bed. And the sight of him walking back to me, cock half hard, smirk on his face was almost enough to make me forget what he had just done.

“You mean to tell me, that you woke me up and made me horny, and then you just leave?”

He crawled back into bed. “I thought I was officially fired. You have your hand; that’s what you said last night.”

I huffed, rolled over, and ducked under the covers. “You’re a complete jerk, and I’m going back to sleep.”

I felt his hands crawl up my back and wrap around me, pulling me backwards to sandwich several layers of blankets between us. “I was afraid you’d wake up in the two minutes I wasn’t here. I wasn’t going to leave it to chance. I made a promise, and I intend to keep it.”

Ok, so that made sense, but seriously. “You’re still a jerk.”

“And you’re absolutely gorgeous.” His mouth was on my neck, hand trailing up my chest to drift across my nipples. Fucking hell, we’re never leaving this bed again.

Eventually, Hilde, may her soul rot in whatever hell she was spawned in, pounded on my bedroom door, insisting that it was way past time for breakfast, that she and Lu were starving, and that if we didn’t get up and get dressed that she was coming in whether we were dressed or not.

Yeah, that made me start heading towards the edge of the bed with the intention of getting up, but Heero wasn’t as well versed in Hilde’s personal form of tyranny. I guess he didn’t learn with his stint as their weekend slave. He pulled me back into his arms with a laugh and a sexy little smile that I couldn’t refuse.

And then Hilde proved that she had no shame in waltzing into the room, sitting her tank and shorts-clad ass on the edge of the bed while Heero scrambled for cover under the sheets. I laughed at his shocked expression before he curbed it behind a smooth mask. I rolled over to grab my discarded boxers from last night off the floor, slid them on then slipped out of the bed.

Hilde was busy leering at Heero’s chest until I tossed him his overnight bag and he slipped on a shirt.

“Aw, you’re no fun.” She pouted with mischief in her smile and then sauntered out, tossing, “we’re leaving in ten minutes for breakfast or I’m making you eat my cooking,” back over her shoulder.

Which, let’s be honest here, was the scariest threat she’s given me to date.

The girls left shortly after breakfast, but Heero stayed with me for a little bit.

Despite how horny he made me that morning, our afternoon activities consisted only of high school-like makeout sessions, hands staying above the waist no matter how hard we got each other with kisses. It was really hot, but nice. I guess I was still kinda on the fence about everything. It made me sound like a blushing virgin, but in the full light of day, I still had some problems forgetting.

Last time, Heero and I went hot and heavy, full speed, passion blazing, and it was everything one could want for a one night stand. But I didn’t want a one night stand, not really, and the burns that came from his rejection took a long time to heal. And the scar still kept me from completely losing myself in the heat that he inspired in me. So…slow this time.

I needed time to learn how to trust again, both him and myself.

So we kept it low key. Heero and I spent most of the weekend on the couch watching movies, and yeah, I made him play some video games as well. He sucks at them, which is awesome! Because that means there’s at least one thing in this world that I’m better at than him. And you know, damn well, I won’t let him forget it…ever.

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Monday found me and Trowa walking into W.E.I.’s headquarters. He was, of course, in professional business attire, ugh!, which looked really damn fabulous on him. He was in a black suit and silver tie with a green shirt that made his eyes look completely ferocious. Me? I was in a button up shirt and some khaki pants. It doesn’t get much better than that. I only dress up when somebody dies.

But, apparently Quatre, the sneaky bastard, expected something along those lines and had dress pants and a tie waiting for me. Dress pants that were my size…jerk. I refused; Trowa told me if I didn’t wear the dress pants, he wouldn’t wear the leather pants he had purchased over the weekend. I told him he bought them, he might as well wear them no matter how dilapidated my dresscode. He responded that he still had the receipt and could easily take them back. Quatre just sat there with smirk on his face. Outnumbered and outgunned, I stripped down to my skivvies (yeah, Quatre blushed like a schoolgirl. Payback. Get some!) and put the dress pants on while the blond slipped a noose, pronounced tie, around my neck. Ruffled, but dressed professionally, we all settled into our respective roles.

Quatre played the vacant but cheerful assistant bit really well. Of course, I’m pretty sure Trowa enjoyed the act the most. Quatre’s full name, Quatre Raberba Winner, spurred Trowa nicknaming him “Robbie” for the day.

Q looked completely confused, then amused as he sat across from us. He set several very professional-looking manila folders with resumes and other documents in front of us, and surrounded by a very professional-looking board room, he was very much in his element. I’d never seen him look as confident as he did now; it was very sexy on him. And despite his attempt to hide it, I’m certain Trowa noticed it as well.

Robbie escorted our interviewees into the room, introduced us as Mr. Barton and Mr. Maxwell, and inquired as to whether we would like coffee, water, or a beverage of some other sort before quietly seating himself towards the back of the room.

The blond, for his part, played the part of a smiling intern perfectly. He did everything Trowa asked without question or hesitation, and I think it pulled some of the fun out of it for Trowa. Plus, it also made Trowa aware of the fact that Q didn’t hold himself as ‘too good’ to do such a menial job.

Which, even though Trowa would never admit it out loud, I think Q earned some major brownie points for not being a ‘spoiled rich kid.’ So much the better. Insert evil glee here.

Most of it was tediously boring; I mean, most of the teams we were interviewing had been working in the business for many years and knew about the projects and products they were working on, but creativity was not something that you could measure objectively. Tech skill we could measure, and Q was right; a lot of the execs that had the veto power for approval and denial of new developments had very little skill. They were able to dissemble well, they could bullshit and sound very savvy to someone who wasn’t as knowledgeable, which is probably how they got promoted in the first place.

But for a company that prides itself on innovations in the tech world, these men were poison.

Of course, we didn’t tell them that in person. No, as soon as the doors closed, Trowa and I let Quatre know which men were legitimately talented in the field, and which men weren’t.

The day passed more quickly as I watched Trowa and Quatre’s interaction with each other. Trowa had quite a good time sending Quatre out for coffee or asking him to order us lunch, breaking from the interviews to ask him to take a pointless memo. It was fun watching him try to fluster Quatre.

At one point, we were waiting for the next interview to start; the employee was late, so Trowa decided to try again.

“Uh, Robbie. If you would, I think I need some coffee. You know how I like it.” His voice dropped seductively low, and I felt a tingling in my spine, and I’m not even attracted to him. Q though, I saw goosebumps raise along his arms. Sexy, sexy.

But he recovered well. “Well, that depends on the day, Mr. Barton. Do you need something to keep you awake, or would you like something a little sweeter?”

I almost swallowed my tongue. Quatre said it with perfect innocence, and his body language was perfectly demure, but the gleam in his eyes told me he knew exactly what Trowa was thinking with those words.

…I’m so proud of him. My little Q’s all grown up and flirting!

Trowa’s face was positively devilish, he opened his mouth to reply but a buzzer sounded preventing his retort. Q, who was staring intently at Trowa’s mouth, jumped at the noise before visibly resetting. “That would be our next meeting.” He glanced briefly at his agenda then his watch. “A Mr. Marcus Stevens, and he’s ten minutes late.”

“His timing leaves something to be desired.” Trowa’s voice was dry again, as if they weren’t having eye sex two seconds ago.

“I’ll just show him in then, shall I?” Q walked to the door, hand resting on the handle when Trowa called out to stop him.

“Robbie.” Quatre turned, blue eyes bright with curiosity. “I’d like you to bring me something sweet.”

Q blushed a bit. “Of course, Mr. Barton, right away, Mr. Barton.” He even put a bit of a curtsy to the words.

Oh baby! I see sexy role play in the future for these two.

Mr. Stevens was escorted in and Robbie introduced the candidate to Trowa and me. The man nodded, sat down in the chair, and promptly propped his feet up on the table. Q’s eyelid twitched, and I think he just had a mini-stroke. Before any of us could comment on how rude the man was being to his employers, he spoke.

“We all know this whole ‘interview’ is a big farce, so I’ll make it easy for you. Here’s my official letter of resignation.” His voice was free of any bitterness you would expect from such a statement. He slid a sheet of paper over towards my side of the table. “So, I guess we’re done here.”

He stood to leave, but Trowa’s voice stopped him. “You make far too many incorrect assumptions to be as intelligent as your resume suggests.”

He scowled, glaring at Trowa’s insult before registering what was said and sitting back down. I studied him. He had black hair and brown eyes, skin just a shade darker than cocoa. Confusion ruled for about a second before he looked wary. “Maximize output, minimize cost and damn the personnel or quality; that’s the goal of these huge companies. You’re looking for people to lay off, and I’m not good at kissing ass, so I’m at the top of the list despite skill or dedication to the good of the company.”

I leaned forward. He said it so off-handedly, but it sounded like he was pretty disgusted with what the company had turned into under the old management, that he was ready to quit working for a company that wanted quantity over quality. It sounded like he was a pretty perfect employee.

Trowa and I just looked at each other and smirked. I liked the guy, and I’m pretty sure Trowa did, too. Quatre…probably not so much, but oh well. I smiled, but that just made him look more suspicious. “Normally, you’d be right, but your company just happened to be bought out by someone who legitimately wants to restore NXS to its former glory.”

Marcus snorted. “Yeah, because it turned a better profit then, but if you want to re-establish quality, you’ve got a lot of work to do.”

I still hadn’t stopped smiling. “Oh, that is well known, and your current owners are well versed what is needed to run a successful company. That’s why we’re here, actually. We’re assessing tech skill, making sure the people that were promoted under the last company are actually worthy of their titles.”

He just sat there dumbfounded. “Most weren’t.” He spoke cautiously.

Trowa spoke up then. “So we’ve seen.” He scanned through some of the paperwork we’ve been staring at all day. “This is our termination stack so far.”

“Trowa! That’s entirely inappropriate.” Quatre, it seems, had finally gotten ruffled.

Marcus’s eyes jumped to Quatre, reassessing the situation.

Trowa just smirked and continued to slide the paperwork toward the man. “Of course, we expect some discretion.”

Quatre rolled his eyes as Marcus began sifting through the stack. “By that he means, you are privy to confidential information, and we expect you to refrain from speaking of such information to anyone for the two weeks it takes to process the terminations. If you don’t, there will be a great deal of legal repercussions we can bring against you. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Stevens?”

Yup, he was definitely remeasuring the blond one after that speech. “I understand.” His facial expression was very pleased with the men up for termination. He obviously agreed with our decisions.

“Not that it matters, but do you approve?” Trowa’s voice was confident because, let’s face it, we both knew what he thought of those people the minute he looked at their profiles.

“These are the people you’re letting go, right?” Marcus was still a little wary, a little cautious.

“Yes.” Trowa continued to take the lead.

“Then I approve whole-heartedly.” He looked very satisfied, but hesitated a moment. “And, if these people won’t be working here in two weeks, I’d like to rescind my letter of resignation. If that’s alright with you.” He glanced around at all of us, even Quatre. I’m pretty sure he knew that the people in this room were not at all what they seemed.

I was smirking; Quatre huffed in the background. Trowa nodded towards the blond. “Well, I like your qualifications, but you kinda pissed off your new boss with the act you pulled when you walked in.”

Brown eyes widened as they flicked to Quatre, but before he could say anything, the C.E.O. waved him off. “I trust your and Duo’s judgment on this, that’s why I brought you into the interviews. If you think he’s qualified, it doesn’t really matter if I think his manners are atrocious. I won’t be working that closely with the NXS employees, that’s your job.”

Marcus spoke up then. “For what its worth, I do apologize.”

“Accepted, and since the secret is out, I might as well introduce myself.” He stood and walked over, offering his hand. “Quatre Winner, pleased to meet you Mr. Stevens.”

His whole body stiffened, and he froze for just an instant. I almost laughed, because it was very obvious that Mr. Stevens thought he was addressing some upper management monkey, but the Winner name brought him to attention…And he was a little scared. It was pretty funny because Quatre was a good foot shorter than him. “Marcus Stevens, but at this point, you’re completely within your rights to call me any insult you can think up.” His smile was sheepish.

I couldn’t help but like the guy, even though he really stuck his foot in it.

Quatre looked thoughtful for a moment. “I’ll get back to you on that; I’m not the most creative at nicknames.” He smirked at him and walked back across the room.

Trowa gestured Marcus back into his seat. “There are a few people we’re on the fence about. Your opinion could be useful.”

“Sure.” He grinned, glad of the subject change, and I’m pretty sure he was glad to have something to do to prove his worth.

Trowa handed him smaller stack of profiles. These were the people that we weren’t exactly sure what to do with. People that seemed qualified, but maybe they just had horrible people skills, anxiety over the interview, or weren’t exactly impressive in their answers to our technical questions.

Marcus went through the sheets and gave us his honest opinion of the first few. He was really frank with unbiased facts about their work ethics. It was really helpful…and then he got to the last name in the bunch. This was actually the guy we were the most stumped on. His interview went well, for the most part, and his answers to tech questions were mostly all favorable, but he was…I don’t know, schmoozy.

He just struck the same chord as all the other crappy execs that were in the termination stack.

Marcus hesitated, and you could see his distaste. “In all honesty, I can’t stand the guy. He’s a complete ass, but he’s good at what he does. He’s really good at solving problems, and he’s a hard worker.”

Major bonus points. This guy is sitting in a room with Mr. Winner, owner of half the world (slight exaggeration, but whatev), and two people who are determining who will work here in the near future, but he didn’t trash the guy he didn’t like. He had enough respect for him to tell the truth about him being a good worker rather than just trashing him.

So definitely looking out for the best interest of the company, not just his own. Definitely a keeper. He earned points with Quatre on that one, too. I could tell.

We started wrapping things up with Marcus when he got that hesitant look on his face again. “You’re going to be hiring again after those terminations, aren’t you?”

Trowa and I looked at Quatre for the answer. “It would be the most logical next step when the company is understaffed, yes.”

“Well, I have several friends who worked at NXS before the buyout, but they left under the last owners. If things really are turning around, if NXS makes a comeback, I know they’d want to be a part of it. But if they came back to interview, it wouldn’t look good that they job hopped a bit.” There was a hopeful look on his face.

Quatre nodded. “If they’re qualified, just have them put you down as a reference, and we’ll know the reason they left the company was a good one.”

Marcus smiled. “They’re really good at what they do. Believe me, you’ll want them on our team rather than working against us.”

So overall, the day was completely boring, but it ended on a pretty good note. Trowa and I came to the decision that, since Marcus worked in the research and development (R&D to those hip with the jargon) department for several years, and seemed legitimately concerned about the company’s good reputation, that we may use him during our overhaul. He would have a more intimate knowledge of the products being developed under the original company, and could save us a lot of time.

Well, maybe. We’ll see.

The next few days past by pretty quickly, Trowa and I had a lot to go through, and Quatre ducked any meetings he could in order to sit in and learn what he could. We made a lot of notes on what products we wanted to reinstate and which ones needed to be scrapped and reengineered.

Quatre was a teensy, weensy upset about us telling him we’d have to issue a recall of all the current products on the market if we truly wanted to change the reputation in the tech communities. Do you have any idea how much it costs to issue a recall? But, eventually, it’ll pay off…right now, Quatre had to take a bit of a hit to the bankroll. Maybe that’s why no other company was willing to buy the company.

Anywho, Heero and I continued to do our nightly phone call thing. I’m a little embarrassed to admit that. I mean, how grade school is that? But despite my shame about being reduced to a giddy little school girl by a series of phone calls, I really had fun with them. I learned a lot about Heero, and found myself laughing a lot. I know it seems like he doesn’t really have much of a sense of humor, but he does. It’s a little dry, and sometimes unexpected, but he keeps me smiling.

Even if most of his punchlines are at my expense.

So the week dragged by pretty slowly, and yeah, I was in my element with the rehaul of NXS, surrounded by my type of people, sticking my fingers in all sorts of really rad things.

But, as sad and pathetic as it sounds, I only got to see Heero on the weekends due to our busy schedules, and that meant the week dragged by. Like glacial pace. Ugh. So even though it was only Wednesday, I was dying to see him, like twitchy. I would never admit it out loud.

Apparently, I was acting a little sulky from my Heero withdrawal because Trowa was making snide little comments all morning. Come on, who even uses the word “moony” nowadays? Bastard.

So when Heero called me at 10 o’clock that morning, I said screw the office hours, walked out of the room and answered. I really just wanted to talk to him, but in the back of my head, I was thinking about how weird it was for Heero to call me during business hours.

“Hey, Heero, what’s up?”

“Duo, hi.” Something was wrong; his tone was off. He sounded exhausted.

“What’s wrong?” Worry weighed down on me; Heero was always so unflappable.

“Nothing now. I just wanted to hear your voice.” He was calmer now, but yeah, something was definitely wrong.

“Sweet, but complete bullshit. What’s wrong?”

“I just need to get out of the office for a little while. Do you have time to meet for lunch?” There was some noise in the background, and his voice got quieter towards the end.

“Well, I have a running date with Q on Wednesdays, but Trowa was gonna tag along today since we’re all working at W.E.I. today. You’re welcome to join us, or if you want it to be just us, I’ll ditch and they can have a lunch date.” I was trying to be cheeky, but I really was concerned.

“No, it’ll be good to be surrounded by friends. I’ll just join you three, if you’re sure its alright.”

“You’re totally welcome, besides, its ridiculous how much I want to see you. Do you know where Corner Deli is?” I tossed that little tidbit in to cover up what I’d said. Yes, I missed him like crazy, but I wasn’t really comfortable sharing that. But, then again, it sounded like he’d had a hell of a morning, and if a little bit of embarrassment on my part made him feel better, I could handle that.

“Yeah, I know where it is. What time?” I could hear that little smile in his voice, and it made my heart a little lighter.

“11:30. Can you make that?” It was still an hour and a half away. That was so much better than waiting until the weekend, but knowing there was something bothering him made that small amount of time feel like centuries.

“I’ll be there. I’d better go. Bye, Duo.”

“Bye.” I let a deep sigh go when I heard his office phone click into its base.

“Someone’s got it bad.” Trowa’s baritone made me jump about a foot in the air, then his words registered. Bastard. But I took solace in the fact that soon, he’d be sighing over Quatre.

Then he’d be the moony bitch. Mwahahaha! Bastard.

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Sorry its taken so long. I got completely bogged down. Kinda a slow chappy, but it'll pick up. Hope you liked Trowa and Q's circling each other, and Marcus. He was such an asshole in my head, but he turned out pretty cool in the chapter. Meh, give him time.

Drop me a line if you've got some time. Still trying to decide how much of a push Trowa's gonna need to give into his attraction to the blond,...and Zechs makes a reappearance pretty soon! DunDunDun!!

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