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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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We were all ecstatic, it's hard not to be when you find out your friend's chance of living has been boosted from only ten percent to well on their way to remission. Heero's whole countenance seemed to change and Quatre looked as if the world had been lifted off his shoulders.
Duo and Wufei went back to work, but remained at Quatre's and Heero's. Their sessions of talking seem to be paying off and I'm glad they're finally getting everything worked out.
Trowa and I returned to our apartment. We had too much to do in the nursery and we both needed a distraction from the upcoming appointment on Tuesday. He didn't show that he was nervous, but it wasn't in his nature to express things like that. I was practically on pins and needles. I wanted so desperately for him to get good news. What wife wouldn't?
******
Trowa stared down at the cast that would soon be cut from his hand, face blank. He told himself that it didn't matter. Whatever the outcome was, he would deal with it and move on. He wasn't going to lose his job either way, Une made that clear. So it didn't matter if he was in the field or at a desk, right?
“Trowa Barton.”
He pushed from the waiting room chair and followed the nurse back to a room. “Have a seat and he'll be right in.”
As the door shut and he sat on the exam bed/chair, Ronnie paced the small room. “I wonder why they always say that. Doctors are never 'right in'. They always take forever.”
He watched her pace, mildly amused. “Sit down, Ronnie. There's no reason to be nervous.”
She sat with a huff. “I don't have as good a poker face as you do.”
He gave her a small smile he didn't really feel. “It's going to be all right.”
“You're not worried at all?”
He looked back down to the cast. “Whatever happens, happens. I can't change it.”
They sat in silence for almost fifteen minutes before the door opened and the doctor came in. “Morning, Veronica, Trowa. How are you today?”
He raised his hand. “Ready to get this off.”
“I imagine so.” He set the chart down and pulled out a pair of scissors.
Trowa watched the cast slowly be cut away and his jaw tightened at the thin hand and wrist that was revealed. An ugly, gruesome scar marred both front and back.
He took a slow breath through his nose as the doctor told him to move his fingers. His thumb and pinky moved easily enough. The first barely moved and ached a bit. The middle and ring fingers wouldn't budge no matter how much his brain told them to. They shifted with the others on their own in reflex, but he couldn't control them. The doctor gripped the two and Trowa's lips formed a tight line.
“Can you feel that?”
“No.”
He nodded. “We discussed this. Nerve damage can have devastating results.”
He looked up. “I won't get use back, will I?”
He shook his head. “I'm sorry, Trowa. But with physical therapy, you should gain greater function in the other three.” He turned and pulled out a skin-tone, fingerless glove from a box. “This will give you support and help promote blood flow.”
Trowa pulled the glove on and flexed the fingers that worked, a sick feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. He would be reassigned to a desk job. He had prepared himself for that, hadn't he? It was just the loss of a couple of fingers. In the grand scheme of things, what did it matter? But if it didn't, why did he suddenly feel as if he'd just lost something important?
“Trowa?”
He looked to his wife. “It's fine.” He slid to the floor. “What about the rehab?”
“I'll set it up and give you a call.”
He nodded and left the room, folding his arms over his chest to hide the gloved hand beneath his bicep. Ronnie caught up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Are you all right?”
“Like he said, we knew it was a possibility.”
She stepped in front of him as they moved outside of the office and stared up at him. “That doesn't mean it doesn't bother you.”
He sighed. “We'll talk about it later. I have to go to the office and give the results to Une.”
She pursed her lips but continued for the car. He sat in the passenger seat and stared out the window. He'd hoped it would be more good news on top of all the other good news they'd had recently. Of course, of all the things that had happened, this was the best worst news they could have heard.
But that didn't stop the regret. He was not looking forward to a desk job. He was active. He preferred to be going and doing, not sitting at a desk doing paperwork. He was a soldier, always had been. It didn't matter that soldier had been renamed to 'officer of the law' and certain strategies had changed from kill to contain. It was similar. Fighting enemies to protect the weak.
What was he without that?
******
Duo leaned into Wufei's office. “What's-” He cut off as he saw the empty desk opposite Wufei's. “What's going on?”
Wufei swiped a hand down his face. “Trowa quit.”
Duo's brows drew together. “Quit?”
He leaned his elbows on his desk. “Une said he refused a desk job.”
Duo moved further into the room. “His hand.”
He nodded. “He has no feeling or control over the middle and ring finger and he can hardly move the first.”
“Did you see him?”
He shook his head. “His desk was empty when I got back from lunch.” He stood and moved around the desk. “I know you are against us being paired up for assignments, but Une is down a team and I'm not comfortable working with anyone else.”
Duo leaned his hip to the desk. “And just write Trowa off? What if he comes back.”
He put his hands on Duo's shoulders. “He's off the field, Duo. He won't get back use of his hand. Even if he changes his mind, and I hope he does, he'll be at a desk.”
He dropped his eyes to the floor. “Whatever Marks gets, it won't be enough.”
Wufei grunted his agreement. “Will you be my partner?”
Duo tilted his head to the side. “That'd put us together twenty-four-seven. We'll kill each other.”
“No.” He turned, pushing Duo until his behind was to the desk. “That's not true. We'd still have solo assignments. Trowa and I didn't go on every mission together. It's just easier to share an office with someone you go on more missions with. And it isn't like we sit in our apartment when we aren't here.”
He smirked suddenly and dropped his hands to the desk on either side of Duo's hips. “Besides, I can think of some perks to sharing an office.”
Violet eyes widened slightly. “Fei, I thought I was supposed to be the kinky one.”
“Une told me to use whatever methods I deemed necessary to convince you.” He touched his lips to Duo's and whispered. “I'm following orders.”
Duo folded his arms over Wufei's shoulders. “I highly doubt this is what she meant.”
Wufei kissed him. “Then she should have clarified.”
The hands on Duo's hips tightened and a surprised noise escaped him as he was lifted to sit on the desk. He broke the kiss. “You're serious.”
“Hm.”
Duo titled his head to the side, gasping softly as Wufei nuzzled his neck. “What's gotten into you?”
“Honestly? I was spying on you in the gym this morning.” He pushed Duo to lay back on the desk and untucked his shirt to run his hands up the firm abs. “You shouldn't work out in only those shorts in public places.”
Duo's breath quickened as Wufei teased his nipples and lapped at his neck. “It was hot.”
“Wufei, you have-”
Said man looked over his shoulder as Ronnie burst into the office. “Damn it, woman, are you trying to ruin my sex life?”
Normally she would have pulled up a chair and told them to continue, but she was too worried for that. “You can go at it later. Right now I need your help.”
Wufei helped Duo sit up and turned to face her, Duo's arms folding around him. “What's wrong?” Wufei asked.
“Trowa. He won't talk to me.”
“Where is he?”
Her brows drew together. “The bar.”
Wufei's eyes widened and Duo gaped, looking at the clock. “It's not even four yet.”
“I know. Could you guys go talk to him?”
“Yeah.”
Twenty minutes later they found Trowa downing his fifth drink and asking for more. He barely glanced to them as they sat on either side of him. “What do you want?”
“To know what's runnin' through that damn head of yours.”
He snorted and threw back his sixth drink in two gulps. “Leave me alone.”
“Ronnie's worried.”
His eyes narrowed slightly but he didn't say anything. He looked to the bartender and nodded for another. Two dark looks from Wufei and Duo made the bartender find somewhere else to be.
“You've had enough, Trowa.”
“I didn't ask for your opinion, Wufei.”
The Chinese man gazed down at the glove-covered hand folded on the edge of the bar. He reached out and took it, but Trowa snatched it back and held it to his chest. He slid from the stool and pulled out his keys, stumbling for the door.
“Oh, I don't think so.” Duo grabbed the keys and Trowa swung at him. Due to his drunken state, the punch was no where near it's intended mark and Duo easily caught it. “This isn't like you. What's going on?”
He stared into violet eyes, feeling his own widen in shock. Had he really just tried to hit Duo? What the hell was wrong with him? He deflated and sat in the nearest chair, propping his forehead in his right palm as he stared down at his left.
“It shouldn't matter,” he whispered. “It's just the loss of a few fingers... I knew it was probably going to be the outcome.” He ground his teeth. “It's just a stupid hand. Heero's been struggling for his life and I get out of sorts over something so stupid.”
The alcohol coursing through him broke through his tight control, letting out the inner workings of emotions that he still wasn't sure he had the best handle on. He closed his eyes, taking deep, even breaths; but they didn't help loosen the tight knot in his chest.
“Tro, there's nothing wrong with being upset about it. I can't imagine losing the ability to do the job you love. It's gotta be hard. But you can't just give up. Didn't you lecture all of us about giving up at the mall the other day.”
“That was about Heero.”
“So it doesn't apply here? Why not?”
He didn't have an answer to that. He slit his eyes open and flexed his left hand, watching as his ring finger moved slightly in response to his pinky moving. “They said I won't get the feeling or motion back in those two fingers.”
“Well, you still have three others. You'll learn how to use the hand again,” Wufei said confidently.
He closed his eyes, a wave of dizziness hitting him as the last drink settled into his blood stream. He swayed slightly on the chair and Duo gripped his arms to steady him. “Uh... I think I drank too much.”
Duo snorted. “You think?” He lifted him slowly to his feet. Trowa leaned heavily against him and Wufei moved to duck under his other arm.
“Let's get you home so you can sleep it off.”
“It's early,” he slurred. The sudden movements finally bringing out the effects of all the liquor he poured down his throat. He chuckled softly as he was pushed into the back seat of Duo's car. “I dun wanna go to bed.”
Duo raised an eyebrow. “You're smashed. You need to sleep.”
“Need ta talk ta Ronnie.”
Duo smiled. “That you do. She's really worried.”
******
Quatre smoothed the oil over Heero's back, working out the knots gently. Heero sighed.
“That feels really good.”
He chuckled. “Glad to hear it. I'd hate to have wasted all that oil for no reason.” He continued working in silence, smiling at the soft moans that left Heero as he slowly relaxed. He couldn't deny that, more than anything, he wanted to strip the gray sweatpants off of Heero and make love to him for hours, but all the drugs killed any sex drive the Japanese man normally had.
Quatre had told him he didn't mind, and it wasn't a lie. But it was terribly difficult to lie next to the man he loved every night, to hold him close, and not be able to be with him. And Heero's moans weren't making that any easier.
His body began to respond and he pursed his lips, mentally telling his hormones to quiet down. They, unfortunately weren't listening. Before Heero could notice the growing erection, Quatre slid from his straddle over his hips.
“I'll be right back.” He kissed Heero's temple. “Just lay here and relax.”
Heero raised up to his elbows as Quatre disappeared into the bathroom. He slid from the bed and peeked through the slit in the slightly open door. Quatre was sitting on the toilet lid, his face in one hand as he rubbed himself through his pants. Heero could hear soft curses under the blond's breath and pushed into the room.
He silently moved to kneel in front of Quatre and brushed his lover's hand away, replacing it with his own. Quatre's head shot up and he gripped Heero's wrist.
“I'm sorry. Don't worry about it.”
Heero raised up and kissed him softly. “Let me help. Please.”
He bit his lip. “Heero-”
“I want to.” He unzipped his pants and reached in to squeeze the hardening length. Quatre gasped and jerked slightly. “Let me.”
He closed his eyes and let go of Heero's wrist, putting his hands to Heero's shoulders. The Japanese man pulled his pants down slightly, along with his boxers. Quatre sucked in a breath as slender fingers wrapped around him and a tongue flicked out to tease the tip.
Quatre tilted his head back, relishing in the wet heat that enveloped him. Heero gripped his hip to hold him still with one hand while the other pumped the bottom of his length in opposite strokes to the mouth that pushed halfway up and down on him. It was a maddening sensation that quickly had his pulse racing and deep-throated moans rumbling in his chest. He tangled his hands in his own hair, afraid his grip on Heero's shoulders would leave bruises.
Teeth lightly grazed him and blunt nails teased over the sensitive skin of the heavy sac beneath his length. He lapped his tongue over the tip and blue gently across the moistened head, smirking at the gasp it pulled from his lover. He pulled it back into his mouth, moving up and down on the heavy length until he knew Quatre was close.
He raised up and pulled Quatre's head forward to kiss him as he continued pumping the erection in his hand. He squeezed lightly and ran his thumb over the tip, smearing the pre-cum he found there back down the length. Quatre's hips bucked and whimpers fell on every breath as Heero drove him to completion. His head tipped back and his eyes closed as Heero's name fell from his lips and he covered his lap and his lover's hand with his cum.
He dropped his forehead to Heero's shoulder and slowly his breathing returned to normal. Heero tipped his chin up and kissed him.
“Thank you,” he breathed against Heero's lips.
He chuckled. “My pleasure.”
TBC....
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