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Surrender	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 839 -:- 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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Chapter 2
Some people like to think of me as the perfect soldier, but, in all honesty, that title falls to Trowa. He's cool, calm, and collected through and through. I may appear it but that's a mask. I fought because I had to. Inwardly, I always questioned myself. I always felt guilt. Just because I didn't express emotion didn't mean I didn't feel it.
So when the war was over, and after two years of soul-searching, I decided it wasn't too painstaking to let some emotions be known. They weren't a liability anymore. That's not to say I let everyone know everything, that would be stupid, but I did let my closest friends see some of what I felt.
Duo was the easiest to get close to. He was open to us, but without that wide-eyed innocence Quatre had. Trowa... let's just say I respect him very much and leave it at that. Wufei was, in my opinion, a bit of an OCD freak, but if Duo was happy, I didn't really care.
And Quatre... well, he's Quatre. If you spoke to him for a minute you knew him. It was impossible to not like him. He was the kid brother you felt the need to watch over. The last thing I wanted was him watching over me.
I used to think that knowledge was the key to everything... but now I know that, sometimes, too much information can be a very bad thing. I had read some uplifting stories online and decided to go to the hospital and see some actual patients. I found very few uplifting stories there. You'd have thought after all these years they'd come up with something better than chemo. How is it we can build colonies in space, but we can't cure our own bodies?
But, I guess, in all fairness, it was J who screwed me over. The supplements I was given after it became apparent my body's defenses worked at a level of zero don't do much. They're far beneath the engineered shots J gave me. And now he's no where to be found. Probably dead.
But it doesn't matter. Even if I had more of his drugs, they couldn't stop the abnormal cells in my bone marrow now. So I'm stuck with what I've got. And, as much as I hate it, that's chemo and Quatre. He's right, I know he is. That doesn't change the fact I hate it. I don't want him to have to take care of me. I don't want this. But we don't always get what we want.
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Dark blue eyes bore into cerulean. “Answer my question and I'll answer yours.”
“Shit.” All eyes widened at the curse from the blond.
Heero raised an eyebrow as he stared at the blond's red face. After a full minute of Quatre floundering, Heero sighed. “Forget it. Yeah, I'll cancel my lease. I'll follow your little rules.” He held up his hand and wiggled his fingers for Quatre to hand the bottle over. “One party won't kill me.”
Duo nodded, jumped up, took the bottle from Quatre and handed it to Heero before throwing an arm over his shoulder. “A party sounds like a great idea to me.”
Heero smirked slightly. “Parties always sound like a good idea to you.”
He shrugged. “That's because they always are.”
Wufei smiled softly. His lover had a way of diffusing tempers that was just uncanny. Quatre sighed as Duo threw his other arm over his shoulder and pulled them both inside to raid the liquor cabinet.
Wufei's smile slipped as he thought of the recent stress at home. They'd both been stupid and both were too stubborn to concede their part in the fiasco. Wufei knew he'd made the graver mistake, but he had no clue how to make it right.
“You going to stay out here?”
He glanced to Trowa. “Guess I spaced out.” He stood and stretched his arms over his head, sighing as his back popped several times. If he spent too many more nights on the sofa he was going to need a chiropractor.
“Trowa!” Duo's voice bellowed from the kitchen. “I found some Mike's in here! Should we invite Ronnie?”
A slow grin spread across Trowa's face as he pulled out his phone. Wufei groaned and considered going home but Trowa snagged his arm and pulled him inside. “Hey, Ronnie, we're having a party.”
Wufei stared at the bottles assembled on the table. Brandy, two different types of whiskey (Heero's scotch and Duo's Jack Daniels), rum, and vodka. The Mike's, he was sure, had been moved to the fridge. He glanced to his bouncing lover who was already making himself a Jack and coke. He glanced to Wufei briefly and gave him a small smile, but the hint of contempt never left his eyes when they fell on him these days.
Wufei tried an answering smile but it fell flat and he grabbed the rum.
“When was Rashid supposed to be coming back?”
Quatre glanced at the clock as he poured his brandy and grimaced. It was barely one. “Around seven.”
Heero nodded as all but Trowa, who was still talking to Ronnie, moved to the living room. Quatre sat on the love seat and shook his head. “Rashid is not going to be happy with me for pulling out the liquor before six.”
Duo shrugged. “Just tell him it was my idea.”
The blond raised an eyebrow. “It was.”
He grinned. “Oh yeah.”
Trowa came into the living room, screwdriver in hand. “Ronnie's on her way.”
“Awesome!” Duo crowed.
Wufei shook his head. Veronica was barely five feet tall, slender with strawberry blond hair and large brown eyes. She had a face that said sweet, innocent, and shy. She had a mouth that said loud, energetic, and somewhat on the perverted side. He liked the girl well enough, but throw her and Duo together and parties tended to turn a little wild.
(2 hours later)
“Quatre, truth or dare?”
The inebriated blond squinted his eyes as he thought. “Dare.”
Duo's eyes took on a gleam that Wufei found slightly disturbing. “Suck my finger like you're givin' head.”
Quatre took a drink. “Truth.”
Ronnie pouted. “Aw.”
Trowa laughed, pulling the girl tighter to his side. “What is it with you and gay men?”
She raised a shoulder. “I'm a fan girl. I can't help it.”
Duo threw a grin her way. “Pervert.”
She nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, pretty much.”
He looked back to Quatre. “Okay, did you really have Dorothy thrown out of WEI last year?”
The blond flushed. “Uh... not thrown out, exactly. Discreetly removed.”
Wufei snorted. “What's the difference?”
He made to answer and paused, chuckling. “I guess there isn't one.”
Duo chortled. “Why'd you boot her out?”
His flush moved to a flaming blush. “I already answered a question. Trowa.”
“Truth.”
Quatre smirked slightly. “I was visiting Preventers last week and I was taking a detour through the cafeteria around two. I'm pretty sure I heard a very recognizable voice asking Noin if,” he choked back a laugh, “their pants made their hind end look big. Was that you?”
“Um...”
Ronnie almost fell off the couch she was laughing so hard. She looked up to her boyfriend, tears streaming down her face. “Surely you know, dear...” she managed between gasps. “It isn't the pants... it's just your ass that makes it look big.”
Which was a complete lie. There wasn't a Preventer, male, female, gay or straight, that didn't, at the very least, appreciate the view of Trowa walking away. He harrumped as if terribly offended, took a sip of his screwdriver, and looked back to Quatre. “Yes. Quatre.”
“But I just went.”
“So?”
He sighed. “Dare.”
“Suck Duo's finger like you're giving him a blow job.”
He huffed, drained his drink. “Truth.”
“Why did you throw Dorothy out?”
“What is with you people?”
Heero laughed softly from his position in the recliner, knees drawn up to his chest and cradling his scotch like it was the most precious prize on earth. “Is it really that bad?”
“Yes!” He exclaimed as he leaned over to refill his glass. “She groped me!”
Duo's eyes flew wide. “What?”
“I was trying to explain to a very important business partner about the difference between cautionary action and sticking your head in the sand. Whoever decided the harpy should sit by me deserves to be shot. In the middle of a meeting with ten people, she reached under the table and shoved her hand down my pants! I had every right to throw her out!”
The story was met with varying states of shock, horror, and laughter. Quatre really wanted to throttle Duo and Veronica at that point in time. “Do you have any idea how disgusting that was?” He shivered at the memory. A woman was bad enough, the fact that it was Dorothy Catalonia almost made him consider having it chopped off. Almost.
“Wufei.”
“Truth.”
“Boring,” Duo intoned, dropping his head to the back of the couch.
Quatre cut his eyes to him. “Maybe to you because you live together, but not to the rest of us. You know him better.”
Violet eyes narrowed slightly. “I thought I did,” he whispered. He jumped up and headed for the bathroom.
The room fell to silence as all eyes moved to Wufei. He stared down into his drink, really wishing the floor would open up and swallow him.
“Wufei?” Quatre asked.
He rubbed his forehead. “It's between us, okay? I don't really want to air anything right now. We'll work it out.” He offered the blond a small smile and he nodded.
“All right, but if there's anything I can do, let me know.”
“I will. So, what's my question?”
“Who's top?” Ronnie shouted out hopefully.
From the bathroom came, “I am!”
“Half the time,” Wufei called out. “We switch, remember?” Had he not had so much alcohol in his system, he would have been horrified at the conversation.
The door opened and Duo leaned against the door frame and folded his arms over his chest, setting as steady a gaze as he could on Wufei considering he was having trouble focusing. “Not for the foreseeable future.”
Wufei looked back to Quatre with a weak smile. “He is.”
Duo felt his chest clench at that. He was being completely unfair. He should just forgive his lover and moved passed it. Or... at least put in some effort to forgive. He moved back into the room and dropped a kiss on the top of Wufei's head before resuming his seat on the couch across from him. Obsidian eyes met violet and Wufei felt for the first time that maybe they would make it through this. He looked to Ronnie.
“Truth or dare?”
She thought for a moment, tapping her finger to her chin. “Hm, too much truth lately, let's go with dare.”
“Sneak up to the third floor where the staff is currently hiding so they don't have to answer to Rashid and surprise them with a rendition of 'This is the Song That Never Ends' at the top of your lungs.” He was quite proud he formed the words so well, not realizing he'd slurred horribly through most of them.
She grinned and hopped up, running for the stairs as silently as possible, which she managed fairly well. Duo snorted softly.
“The half-pint ain't a Preventer for nothing.”
A few moments later, her voice echoed through the estate and they heard several chairs spill over and yelps. She returned triumphantly, tossing her pony tail back over her shoulder and sitting in Trowa's lap. She gazed over the group of beautiful men, sighing happily that she had been allowed into the group.
“Heero, truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“Heero,” Quatre began to warn, but was cut off by the worst dare he'd ever heard uttered in one of their games.
“Kiss Quatre.”
The blond spun and stared at the girl with wide eyes. “What?”
She shrugged. “You look like you could use one.”
Heero titled his head to the side, nodded, and unfolded himself. He moved to the love seat and leaned down, kissing Quatre on the forehead. The blond instantly relaxed while Ronnie sputtered. “That's not what I meant.”
“Then you should have said what you meant,” Heero said cheekily as he curled back on the recliner.
Quatre was torn between relief and disappointment. If Heero had really kissed him, he wasn't so sure he could pretend it was just a dare, but, at the same time, he was sure he could have died quite happily afterwards with no regrets.
Heero glanced around to choose a victim. He was, by far, that drunkest there, and no one really blamed him. Had the short walk from the recliner to the love seat been any longer, he doubted he would have made it. His eyes settled on Duo.
“Truth or dare?”
The braided man weighed the options. “Dare.”
Heero pouted, yes pouted, and looked around the room to the others for help. He wasn't feeling quite creative at the moment. Ronnie grinned. “Turnabout, Heero.”
It took his fuzzy mind a moment to grasp her hint. “Ah, suck someone's finger like you're giving head. I don't care who, just not Ronnie, of course.” Although, it really came out like: 'I dun care who, jus' not Ronnie, of courssse.'
Duo puckered out his lips, trailing his eyes over the men in the room. His eyes fell momentarily to Wufei and his lover stiffened slightly. No, they needed to talk things through clearly before they played any games with each other. A slow idea descended upon him. One that said: get Heero and Quatre as excited as possible.
He slid from the couch and crawled on hands and knees toward the blond. Cerulean eyes flew wide and the blond began to shake his head as Duo took his hand and raised it to his lips. He kissed the pad and licked teasingly. Quatre clenched his teeth tightly together, trying not to imagine how that teasing touch would feel in certain places.
Duo moved to the base of his finger and licked all the way up like a lollipop several times before closing his lips around the tip and sliding them down, tongue swirling around his finger as he moved his head up and down on the digit. He applied suction in a sporadic manner.
Quatre's breath hitched and he felt those 'certain' parts hardening. How long had it been? Four years? Five? Too long, his midsection supplied as it tried to spring into life. His face flushed and he closed his eyes.
“Oh, Allah, stop.” He jerked his hand from Duo's mouth and jumped from the love seat, running to the kitchen with the lame excuse he needed another drink.
Duo sat back, eyebrows raised. He hadn't expected that. He glanced to Heero and found the Japanese man's face tinged pink and his blue eyes slightly darker than normal. He smirked inwardly. If he had his guess, the Japanese man was far from straight.
They all tensed, mood changing as it became apparent there were people on the other side of the door that lead from the foyer into the living room. All eyes moved to it as it opened and... they cringed. Yes, former Gundam pilots and a top-notch Preventer cringed at the presence of a lone individual.
Dark eyes swept over the room, narrowing slightly. “What is going on here?” Rashid demanded.
TBC....
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