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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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I don't think we missed it on purpose. None of us ignored it simply because we wanted to believe he was strong enough. It was a mistake on our parts, I won't deny that. We should have questioned. But we were all caught up in the upcoming wedding and our own personal issues.
Duo and I, while not trying on tuxedos and helping plan the reception, were holing up in our room and working through our pasts and problems. We were both determined to make sure there were no more instances like the last misunderstanding.
Trowa and Ronnie were like any couple about to be married. They were many times off in their own little world of soon-to-be marital bliss.
Relena was overseeing much of the process of the wedding, which was going to take place in the garden of the estate. And she was planning what she referred to as the 'best damn honeymoon any couple would die for'. The details of which she was keeping to herself.
So when the day of the wedding arrived, all of our minds were focused on the blessed event that was about to take place. And it was beautiful. It wasn't until the reception that everything started to crumble.
******
Ronnie's eyes shone with unshed tears as she smiled brightly, gazing up at Trowa as they danced their first dance as husband and wife. Trowa lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles softly.
“It's perfect.”
He smiled softly. “I'm glad it was everything you wanted.”
She nodded. “A beautiful husband, wonderful friends, a child on the way. What more could a girl ask for?”
He raised a shoulder. “A million dollars and a pony.”
She laughed softly and rested her cheek to his chest. “I love you, Trowa.”
“Good to know. I'd hate to think we wasted all that money and time.”
She raised back and slapped his shoulder playfully. “Why is it the few moments I actually try to be serious, you start cracking jokes?”
He chuckled. “I hear occasional role-reversal is good for the relationship.”
She snorted, but nothing could take the sparkle from her eyes.
Relena dabbed at her eyes as she watched the pair. “Why the tears, sister?”
She looked to her brother. “I always cry at weddings.”
Zechs nodded, he vividly remembered the waterworks as his and Lu's wedding. “You really outdid yourself, though. I can't begin to imagine how you pulled all this together in a little under a month.”
“Well, Quatre helped a lot when he could.”
Noin leaned her back to Zechs' chest, smiling softly as his arms wrapped around her waist. “You're much too modest, Relena.”
She graced her sister-in-law with a smile. “It would be unladylike to boast. Besides, I had fun helping them out. Ronnie's about hopeless with things like this and the boys definitely had no clue. Well, except for Quatre.” Her brows drew together. “But he didn't really have as much time to help as he'd hoped. I didn't realize he put so many hours into work. It was an argument to get him to go on a business trip a few days ago, but he brings more work home than I do.”
Zechs raised his eyebrows. “That's saying something.” He began scanning the crowd in search of the small blond. He found him at the punch table, talking quietly with Une. Zechs really took a moment to study him. There were faint shadows under his eyes as if he hadn't been sleeping well. He was pale and the small smile on his face looked somewhat forced. Une said something, and the fake smile completely fell and Quatre sighed, dropping his gaze to the ground as he rubbed his forehead.
“He looks awful.”
Relena followed her brother's gaze, instantly seeing what she had somehow overlooked the last week. “How did we miss it?”
Zechs shook his head and looked for Heero. He didn't see him anywhere. “Excuse me.” He moved around the area, subtly searching. When he didn't see Heero anywhere, he searched the house and found the Japanese man curled in the recliner in his bedroom. He had a fist pressed to his chest. Sapphire eyes were closed and tremulous breaths gasped through his pale lips.
“Heero?”
He raised his eyes slowly. “It hurts, Zechs,” he said in a breathy whisper.
The blond was beside him in an instant. “What hurts?”
He closed his eyes again. “Everything.”
Zechs felt his forehead and cursed. “You're burning up.” He ran from the room and back out to the receptions, looking frantically for the nurse. “Mike!”
All eyes fell on him at the call and one look at his face brought silence. Quatre paled as he realized he didn't see Heero. He set his drink down and ran after Mike and Zechs, barely noticing as Duo, Wufei, Trowa, Ronnie and Relena followed. He froze in the doorway as Mike was checking Heero's temperature.
What he was seeing didn't make sense. Just an hour ago Heero seemed fine. Sure, his movements were slower than they had once been, but he had been laughing and smiling, hadn't he? He watched in a detached sort of way, as if it was happening to someone he didn't know. When Mike cussed and said they had to get Heero to the hospital, Quatre couldn't seem to move.
Zechs lifted Heero easily and moved to the door. As the taller blond stopped in front of him, Quatre looked at Heero's pale, wane face. He looked on death's door. His eyes didn't flutter and barely a whisper of gargled breath passed his lips. Quatre couldn't say anything, couldn't even form a coherent thought. Gentle hands pulled him back and he moved as he was directed, but nothing really filtered through the fog his mind had suddenly fallen into.
He vaguely heard someone calling his name and he looked up owlishly into Duo's eyes. “Oh, Allah.”
Duo caught the blond as his eyes rolled and he began collapsing to the ground. “Damn it, Quatre, don't do this.” He shook the blond gently, but it was obvious he wasn't waking up any time soon. Duo took a moment to really look at his friend and swallowed. “Shit, Quat. You look like hell.”
He lifted the blond into his arms and spared a worried glance to Wufei as they followed the others down to the car.
******
Quatre felt the first stirrings of conscious thought and fought against it. He didn't want reality just yet. He wanted the blessed darkness that kept the heartache at bay. The fog that didn't plague him with the constant fears of the 'what ifs' that tormented him. A hand squeezing his shoulder pulled him further from the darkness and he groaned.
“Not yet,” he whispered.
“Quatre, you need to wake up.”
He clenched his teeth. “Leave me alone, Duo. I'm tired.”
“I know,” his friend said quietly. “I'm sorry, Quatre. All of us... we didn't realize how bad you were.”
Blue eyes flew wide in confusion. “How bad I was? Heero's the one who's sick.”
Duo nodded. “And you've worn yourself to nothing.”
He swiped his hands down his face and sat up slowly, looking around the darkened hospital room. He looked back to Duo. “How long have I been out?”
“A few hours. You've really been slacking on sleep, haven't you?”
“How's Heero?” he asked, completely ignoring Duo's question. He slid from the bed. “Where is he?”
Duo put his hands on his shoulders to hold him still. “He's in a room. You've got to calm down, though. Dr. Weir is very worried about you.”
He heaved a breath. “I'm not he one who's sick!”
“Quatre, you passed out. You've worked yourself to death ever since Heero started getting weaker. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. You have to take a break.”
“A break?”
Duo licked his lips. “Heero has some sort of viral infection. They've got him on antibiotics in a sterile room. He's not dying right now. Why don't you come back to the house-”
He shook his head and pulled from Duo's grip, storming out of the room. “I'm not going anywhere without Heero. If he's here, then I'm staying until they release him.” He pulled out his cell phone. “Hi Marty. I need you to do me a favor. Send someone to the hospital with my laptop-”
The phone was snatched from his hand. “Forget that, Marty.” Duo snapped the phone closed and dropped it into his pocket. “You're on vacation.”
Quatre glared at him. “Duo, I need something to do. I can't just sit around twiddling my thumbs. Do you have any idea what it's like to watch someone you love die little by little and know there's nothing you can do about it? Watch as they get weaker right before your eyes?” He was almost yelling, tears pouring down his face, and he didn't notice his friends and hospital staff crowding near them. All he felt was acute pain in his chest that he wished he could rip out.
“He puts on a strong front. Acts like he's not in as much pain as he actually is. But I can see it, and I don't know how to stop it!”
His chest was heaving with gasping breaths and he fell into Duo's waiting arms. “I'm losing him,” he croaked out.
Duo held him tightly. “I know what you're going through, Quatre. I understand how much it hurts. But we don't know yet that he's gonna die. This is an infection. Okay?”
His tears continued to flow once the dam had finally broke, and he couldn't seem to get them under control again. Each hand that rubbed his back in a comforting manner only managed to cause his sobs to fall all that much harder. He barely noticed as he was moved to sit in a chair in the waiting room. And what could have been minutes or hours later, he found himself sitting in the cafeteria with a cold cup of coffee and his head on the table. He felt completely drained, and was sure he could have slept for a month if he had the opportunity.
“Duo?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
“Yeah?”
“Take me home.”
The braided man swallowed at the defeat in Quatre's usually vibrant voice. “All right.”
******
“How is he?”
Relena asked as Duo came back downstairs after helping Quatre to bed. Wufei had stayed at the hospital with Zechs so they could keep up with the latest news on Heero. Relena, Ronnie, and Trowa were sitting in the living room. Trowa, Relena and Duo still wore their formal attired from the wedding, Ronnie had changed into jeans and a t-shirt. Duo sat heavily on the love seat and rubbed his eyes.
“He's asleep. Any more word on Heero?”
Ronnie cleared her throat. “Zechs called a little while ago, said they'd brought his fever down some.” She shook her head. “It's touch and go right now.”
The room fell to heavy silence and the minutes ticked by as they all became lost in their thoughts. The day had begun with such promise. The wedding had been everything they'd hoped it would be.
“How the hell did none of us see that Heero was so sick and Quatre was bordering on exhaustion?”
All eyes turned to Relena, too tired to be shocked by her uncharacteristic curse. “Don't feel bad, 'Lena,” Duo muttered. “It isn't your fault. Hell, we've been living here and didn't realize. We're the ones who screwed up.”
“I got too caught up in the wedding,” Ronnie said miserably.
“You're a bride,” Relena pointed out. “Everyone expects you to get caught up in the wedding.”
Duo shook his head. “She's right, Ronnie. If anyone should have noticed, it should have been me. Shit, I've been in situations like this before. I knew what Quatre was going through, but I was too busy trying to get my great life perfect while theirs was hittin' bottom.”
Trowa sighed. “It won't do any good to sit around berating ourselves for what we should or could have done. Let's just focus on getting Quatre back from his funk.” He laid his head on the back of the sofa and stared at the ceiling. “It isn't going to do Heero any good if Quatre gives up now.”
They heard a door open and Wufei came in, looking as haggard as the rest of them felt. He cracked his neck. “Zechs and Noin are going to stay at the hospital tonight. There isn't really much any of us can do right now.”
Duo felt his heart clench as he looked up to his lover. How easily could they be in the same situation? It was a frightening thought. He stood. “I'm calling it a night.”
He moved up to their bedroom and stripped of his tux, replacing it with cotton shorts and a t-shirt before he sat on the bed and began unweaving his braid. It had somehow managed to get halfway undone throughout the day. Gentle hands brushed his away and he let his own fall to his lap as the braid was undone and a brush began moving through his hair.
“He's going to make it,” Wufei said softly.
Duo swallowed. “I know.”
Wufei set the brush aside and began running his hands through the soft mane. Wordlessly, Duo turned and pressed his lips to his lover's in a silent plea for comfort. The Chinese man pulled away and climbed off the bed to rid himself of his clothes while Duo did the same and scooted back until he had his head on the pillows. He reached up for Wufei as he returned to settle between his legs and kiss his way down Duo's neck.
No words were said between them as hands moved over well-known sensitive areas and lips teased. The only sounds were soft gasps that barely reached the walls, a subconscious decision to not disturb the others in the house. Wufei covered his fingers, taking Duo's lips in a gentle kiss as he began stretching him.
A soft noise emitted from the back of Duo's throat that was dangerously close to a whimper, and both knew it wasn't due to physical pain or pleasure. Wufei kissed the sensitive spot beneath his ear.
“Don't think about it, right now,” he whispered as a tear leaked from the corner of tightly shut violet eyes to drip to his hairline. “We're here. Together. Just the two of us.”
Duo sucked in a breath and managed to relax himself enough to enjoy Wufei's ministrations. He opened his eyes to meet his lover's and offered a small smile. Wufei leaned down to kiss him again as he continued preparing him. Their tongues slid together, tender but deep. They rarely gave in to gentle when it came to the bedroom. Both were far too passionate, but somehow neither could draw the strength to move any quicker. They explored each other as if it was their first time all over again. And when Wufei finally entered Duo, it wasn't with the rough strokes either were used to.
The passion built slowly, onyx and violet eyes holding through each thrust that slowly drew them upwards. Duo's fingers tightened on Wufei's shoulders every time he hit the right angle, which he did on every thrust. It wasn't enough, though.
He shifted his legs and pushed Wufei up until his was on his knees and Duo was riding him slowly, hair fanning around them like a blanket. He ran his hands through silken raven locks as he kissed him with all the love he felt inside. A slick hand wrapped around him and he whimpered, the sound lost within the recesses of his lover's lips.
He buried his face in the curve between Wufei's neck and shoulder, folding his arms around his lover tightly as he came. A sob took him then, as pleasure exploded and he felt Wufei stiffen beneath him. He rode out the waves of the orgasm, biting his lips harshly to keep from turning into a sobbing mess.
Wufei gently lay him down and pulled out slowly. He disappeared for a moment and returned to clean Duo off, tossing the towel to the floor before lying beside Duo and pulling him to his chest.
“It's all right to cry,” he said softly. And so Duo did. He cried for the past and the friends he had lost. He cried for the pain he knew Quatre was going through. And he cried for the thought that, more than anything, he didn't want to bury another friend.
TBC....
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