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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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It's amazing to me the things we become used to. Over time, even devastating things can turn to habit or become common place. After many surgeries, losing his field operative position, and a bout with uncertainty, Trowa came back to his normal self and gave his all to his new desk job.
We celebrated his return with a party, at which Heero told us the cancer still wasn't gone and there would be three more weeks of chemo. It became a cycle that we somehow grew accustomed to. I think what partly helped that was the new meds that gave him more energy, enough that he returned to work half-days.
The trial for Marks and Harding came and went and the two will never see the outside of a prison again. Although he hadn't showed that he was too worried about it, Heero had sighed in relief when he heard the news.
It seemed the only ones not going through some huge ordeal were Duo and myself, but I suppose that's a good thing. The past year had had more than enough drama and trauma. And now we are only a month away from a miracle that, I think, has Trowa losing a little sleep. Duo's teasing probably isn't helping, either.
******
A paper weight dropping to his desk pulled Wufei's attention from the computer screen. He looked down at the flat rock that had 'One month to go before your wife pops. Hope you've got the baby training manual memorized.'
He raised his eyes to Trowa. “Can't you put him on a leash?”
“He's not a dog. At least that's not as bad as the T-shirt he got you.”
Trowa pursed his lips. Of all Duo's 'daddy tips', the shirt had definitely been the worst, made even more so as he'd given it to him by tacking it up on his office door. Trowa had suffered a night of no sleep as Ronnie had spent the entirety of it blaming him for her heart burn among other things. So he had been less than amused to come into work to find a group outside his door and chuckling at a shirt that read: 'In case it's a boy, make sure to cut the right cord. (it's the one hanging from the navel).'
He had ripped the shirt down, cut it up, and left the shreds on the braided man's desk; only to receive an email an hour later asking if he was having sympathy mood swings.
“Even so,” he said as he sat, “I'm really tired of his 'tips'.”
Wufei swiveled his chair to fully face Trowa. “What's going on with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Things didn't used to get to you. But ever since the... you got the results for your hand it seems you're more... emotional.”
He propped his elbow on the armrest and rubbed his forehead. “I don't know how to explain it exactly. I used to know who I was, but...” He shook his head. “I'm not just the ex-Gundam pilot turned Preventer now. I'm a husband and soon to be father when ten years ago I didn't think I'd live past my teens.”
Wufei nodded, studying the man he'd once seen as emotionless and cold. Trowa had changed a lot since the wars, probably the most of all of them.
“That's understandable.” He smirked. “We've been domesticated, Trowa. It's not such a drastic change for Duo and me because we don't have any plans to get married and there aren't any children in our future. But I'll never forget the first morning we both realized we weren't the kids we used to be.”
Trowa quirked an eyebrow. “What happened?”
He shrugged. “Something simple. I was making coffee and he was fixing breakfast. I handed him his cup while he fixed my toast like I like it and we just sort of paused. He snorted and looked to me and said: Damn, looks like you can take the war out of the pilot.”
Trowa chuckled and Wufei continued. “But for you, it's a little more in your face. It didn't exactly slowly sneak up on you. One minute you're carefree with your own life and taking risks on the job because you believe you're invincible. The next you find you're not so invincible and now you've got a baby on the way. Having a child makes a person really start taking stock of their life.”
He leaned forward. “You'll be a good father, Trowa, I have no doubt of that.”
“Thanks, Wufei.”
“Not a problem.”
“Hey, Fei, it finally came in and-” Duo paused and shoved his hands behind his back, grinning. “Hey, Tro, how's it goin'?”
Emerald eyes narrowed. “What have you done now?”
He pouted. “Dang, I didn't want to give it to you yet.” He held out a box to Trowa.
He took it and removed the lid, frustration quickly shifting to surprise. It was a silver digital picture frame with Trowa and Ronnie's names engraved on the top.
“It came in this morning. I already put some pictures on it.”
Trowa turned it on and watched as it scrolled through pictures of Ronnie's pregnancy in chronological order. He didn't remember some of the pictures being taken.
“I couldn't get the baby's name engraved since we don't know what it is yet, but I figured you could do that.”
Trowa looked up to him. “Thank you.”
He shrugged. “Most of us don't have pictures of us growin' up for obvious reasons. I thought we'd rectify that with your children.”
Trowa smiled and stood. “I'll take this one happily. You can keep the paper weight.”
Duo chuckled as Trowa left and shut the office door. He turned to face Wufei with a Cheshire grin and the Chinese man sighed.
“What did you do?”
“I couldn't let it be too sappy.”
“Naturally,” he said without intonation.
“If I just let things be, people would think I was going soft.”
“Of course.”
“I think he'll get a laugh out of it.”
He folded his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, I found this hilarious picture on the net where this guy was changing a diaper that was so revolting he puked. I had to put it on there.”
Wufei shook his head and turned back to his computer. “What is it with you and harassing people?”
He sat at his own desk, pulling up his email. “I dunno. It's fun. Besides, the guy needs to- holy hell, my eyes!” He spun from the computer, covering his face with his hands.
With a frown, Wufei raised up and leaned over to see the screen. Laughter erupted from him. “Did Trowa send that?”
“Yes,” he whined. “Delete it.”
“You delete it.”
“I'd have to look at it to do that. Please, Fei. It's not as disturbing to you.”
Still laughing, Wufei moved around the desks and clicked the delete button, effectively erasing the graphic picture. “It's gone now.”
Duo turned with a huff and pulled Wufei into his lap. “Help me erase the bad memories?”
He snorted. “We've got work to do.”
“How can I concentrate with that horrible image in my mind? He's scarred me for life.” He brushed the raven pony tail to the side and nibbled at his lover's ear. “Come on, Fei.”
“Aren't you too sore after last night?”
Duo slid his hand around to rub over Wufei's length. “I haven't taken you in months.” He grinned as the flesh beneath his palm hardened. “I take it you like the idea.”
Wufei rocked his hips, pulling a hiss from Duo as it sent friction over his arousal. He turned his head to the side, leaning to the right to kiss Duo without hurting his neck. Duo slipped his hand into Wufei's pants and folded his fingers around his hardening erection.
Duo pulled from the kiss to tackle Wufei's neck and the Chinese man clenched the arms of the chair in white knuckled grips, head falling back to Duo's shoulder as his lover worked him. He ground back into the hardness beneath him and Duo bit his neck.
A throat cleared and their eyes flew wide and shot to the door. Une's arms folded over her chest and she raised an eyebrow as neither man moved.
“Maxwell, you might want to start by taking you hand out of Chang's pants.”
Wufei bit his lip as the confining material meant Duo couldn't exactly release him and his eyes fluttered as the hand slid up his length and out of his pants. He pushed off of Duo's lap and adjusted his pants.
“What did you need?”
She almost allowed her smile to show at his embarrassment, but resolutely kept her face neutral. She handed him a file. “New case, may be something, may be nothing.” She looked from him to Duo and back again. “Think you can put your private life on hold until work hours are over?”
He cleared his throat. “Of course.”
She smirked and couldn't help but drop her eyes to his midsection before leaving.
“Did she just check out your package?”
He ran his thumb and middle finger from his inner brows to the outer edges and sat at his desk, flipping the file open. Duo rolled his chair over and around to read along with Wufei. He squeezed his thigh and Wufei cut his eyes to him.
“Work now. We'll finish tonight.”
“But we've got the party tonight.”
“And we'll have three hours between, surely that's enough time.”
He sighed and put his full attention to the case.
******
Heero held Quatre's hand and gave him a small smile. They'd been in this position more times than he cared to think about, and he wasn't too hopeful on the results. He hadn't told Quatre yet, but either way it went, he was through with chemo. He didn't see the point. Round after round didn't seem to be doing anything. He had progressed so far and then plateaued. It seemed like all he had been doing was trying to hold off fate, and he was tired of it.
Quatre squeezed Heero's hand. The Asian had been quiet all day. Normally his lover was a bundle of nerves the days they went to get results, but he had been calm, almost as if he didn't care. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah.”
Weir came in and sat at his desk, flipping Heero's file open. “How are you feeling today?”
“All right.”
He nodded, folded his arms on the desk, and met Heero's eyes. “Remission.”
It was so unexpected, Heero looked at him blankly. “Say again?”
He smiled. “You're in remission, Heero.”
He stared at the oncologist as Quatre laughed and threw his arms around him. “I'm... in remission.” Weir nodded and he closed his eyes, releasing a breath. They left the hospital, Quatre grinning from ear to ear and Heero still a little shell shocked. He climbed in the passenger side of the car and buckled his seatbelt. Quatre put the key in the ignition, but didn't start it.
“What's wrong?”
“What?”
“You're cancer free. Why aren't you happy?”
He shook his head, staring out the windshield. “I am. I just... I was so sure he was going to say more weeks of chemo. I didn't have the slightest hope that it was gone.” He looked to Quatre. “I had planned to stop chemo either way.”
Blue eyes widened. “Heero-”
“I know. It was the wrong choice. When he said I was in remission, I realized that if I'd made the decision earlier I'd have thrown everything away.”
Quatre sighed. “Well, it didn't happen that way. You're in remission and we have a party tonight.”
Heero smiled and leaned over to drop a quick kiss to Quatre's lips. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
******
Ronnie smiled up at Trowa as he opened the car door and held out his hand. She accepted the help and put her hands to her back as she followed him into Quatre's house. Wufei and Duo were already present and they were currently talking with Quatre in the living room while Marty cooked up supper that had Ronnie's mouth watering.
Quatre stood as they entered. “Goodness, Ronnie. You look great for eight months pregnant. I had a sister that gained at least twenty more pounds than you.”
She smiled at the compliment and sat in the recliner. “To be fair, though, I'm guessing your sister works at a desk and probably wasn't quite as toned as I was.”
He conceded. “No, she wasn't, but you still look great.”
Duo pointed at Trowa. “You evil jerk, you scarred me for life!”
He smirked. “It's called retaliation, Duo.”
“Yeah, well, because of you, poor Fei can't walk right.”
Wufei grunted and smacked Duo in the back of the head. “That's your fault, dimwit.”
“It was the only way to get rid of the nasty images.”
Ronnie looked up to Trowa. “What'd I miss?”
“Your husband sent me a vile picture!”
He shrugged and sat. “Most men wouldn't think so.”
“Gay men don't want to see cunt!”
Laughter filled the room and settled as Heero came downstairs and looked at all of them, expression unreadable.
Duo leaned his elbows on his knees. “Well?”
Heero took a breath and gripped Quatre's hand. “I am officially in remission.”
Cheers erupted and Heero was pulled into a multitude of hugs, passed around to all his friends as they celebrated his recovery. He caught Quatre's eyes between Duo and Trowa's shoulders and smiled. The blond returned it softly and nodded.
TBC....
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