The Tender Passion | By : Squallsama Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male > Heero/Duo Views: 3210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: The Tender
Passion
By: Squall-sama
Parings: 1+2, 3x4
Warnings: R—for
now. Sap, angst, torture, fluff, blah, blah, blah…
Disclaimer: Gundam… Oh I can’t do it!… No, no! Errgh… G-u-n-d-a-m
W-i-n-g …. Arrgh… is… not… mmmmmmiNE!!!!!!!! There, I did it… Even though I
would do anything to have those beautiful boys be mine, they aren’t. So I would
appreciate it much if no one would sue me, because I am the poorest sap in the
world! I don’t even have a job, so give me a break.
Thanks: Heh, I really couldn’t have done this without the help of
my best friend Seifer!
Additional Stuff: Forgive the slowness of this part and any
confusion that might fall in there, I haven’t been feeling well lately and I
didn’t especially feel that I did my best on this part. I know it drags on,
forgive me, but that’s why I would ask for replies to this part—please. Tell me
if there is something that doesn’t make sense or is misspelled or whatever, I
hate it when something is spelled wrong. Thanks.
~Last Time~
I do not believe in fate or destiny, but I do
believe, I was meant to find and meet… and love this absolutely wonderful man
that sits next to me now. I sigh; my
breath has never been taken away so quickly before…. It reminds me of this
oldies song I once heard, um, I think it was… Take My Breath Away… yes that’s
it… so beautiful. This moment reminds me so much of that song, even if it is an
oldies song it is very beautiful, I’ve always liked love songs anyway. A love
song… hmm that’s perfect, a love song… for us…
~Part 3: The
Deal~
Quatre…
I smile and turn shyly to Trowa and gaze into his
eyes as innocently as I can. He turns his head to look at me, and he smiles
back. Oh Allah, I love it when he smiles at me like that!! He is so beautiful!
I smile so big my eyes squeeze shut; he chuckles at my silly behavior.
I feel the
car stop and I look to see that we’re waiting for the light to turn red at an
intersection—about two miles from Wufei’s…. Enough. I worry my lower lip for a
moment then lean over into Trowa cautiously. I watch him follow every move I
make out the corner of his eye, a sly smile creeping at the corner of his
deliciously strong lips. I feel an almost feral smile creep at my own lips and
I go in for a quick dive, locking my lips onto his own.
He parts those beautiful lips of his immediately; no
questions, no fear. I plunge my tongue into his hot, delicious mouth and
explore it like I’ve never touched him before. Trowa moaned openly into my
willing mouth and pressed hard against my now bruised lips. I pull away barely
enough for him to hear me whisper, “I love you, Trowa.” And I back away
completely, back into my seat, smiling at the stunned look on Trowa’s face.
The light turned green and Trowa practically floored
out into the intersection, and left, towards Wufei’s apartment. Inside my
little hentai mind I was boiling with overjoyed happiness and I could only
imagine what Trowa was thinking and felt right at that moment… hm, hm, hm… I
love torturing him like this.
* * * *
Trowa…
He is so going to pay for that!! God, when we get
back home and I get my hands on him…!!! Oohoho he is going to be screaming so
loud for me to stop, he’s gonna piss in his pants!! Vixen!! Aarrgh, how do I
get myself into these messes?!
Okay! Get to Wufei’s, make him apologize, and get
back home—in bed!!
* * * *
Wufei…
The low rumble of a car pulled me out of my
meditation—or, attempt at meditating. Damn! As if I wasn’t distracted enough… Who
in the hell could that be at this ungodly hour anyhow? ……1:32, okay so maybe
not that ungodly, but still…
I walk over to the window facing the vacant street,
shit! Not so vacant now, Quatre and Trowa are here… bloody Hell…. I just can’t
get away from it, can I? Sally calling me at all hours of the night, Noin and
Zechs practically knocking down my damn door, and now them!?! I can’t take it!
So I fucking screwed up… I laugh at myself; yeah, ‘fucking’ is the appropriate
word alright…
Duo… you can’t even forgive me in the face of
others… I wonder how he is…. Stop that!! Damn, I’m sick… I even dream still,
damn.
‘Knock, knock!’ I jump at the unexpected knock, even
though I knew they were coming, damn I’m losing it. I stand in the middle of
the room for a moment just staring at the door as if it’s holding me back by
some invisible force but then there is that incessant knocking again and I drag
my resistant legs over to the door. I grab the handle and just stand there
holding it, waiting? I don’t know. I finally turn the knob and slowly open the
door to a sickeningly sweet looking Quatre and… Trowa, glaring at me…
Right at that moment two thoughts ran through my
head: one, maybe I can make a break for it and Trowa won’t catch me, and two,
if that failed, maybe Trowa would be generous enough to at least let me keep my
balls if anything else. All though I couldn’t blame Trowa for that glare and if
he did take my dignity—if any was left…. THAT I wasn’t even sure of anymore… I bowed slightly and backed away to
let them in; Quatre hopped inside merrily and Trowa kept that stern gaze on me
the whole time. That look… even made me
shudder.
Neither of us said a word until we were all
comfortably seated—or at least two of us were… Quatre busied himself with
examining the settings of my apartment, even though he had been here countless
times before, he still acted as though it was his first—so polite. Trowa on the
other hand… he continued to stare at me, never taking his eyes away from mine—I
could swear he didn’t even blink. He was analyzing me, assessing the situation,
trying to pick and prod his way into my head—almost like he used to when we
were still fighting, I could tell he was in that mode now: the silent soldier,
ready to strike at any moment. He scared me, almost as much as Heero did, I
never let them know that though.
I can’t take this anymore—this bloody silence. I
straitened up and breathed in deep, Trowa raised an eyebrow and did the same as
I, a small smirk playing at the edge of his lips. I frowned slightly, what the
hell is that all about!? Okay, that’s it.
“All right. No more games, what do you want now?”
Trowa raised both his eyebrows this time, I wanted to laugh and scream and hit
him all at once. Quatre turned his head back towards me, that sweet smile gone,
now replaced by a complete expressionless countenance—something I’ve never seen
on Quatre. Then he sighed and lowered his face so I couldn’t see the sadness I
knew was there, in his bright eyes. This has something to do with Duo, I know
it does.
“The answer is no. I won’t do it, what ever you’re
going to ask, so just forget it.” I sat back against the back of my chair,
crossing my arms in further defiance. There was nothing that would get me to do
what they wanted this time—nothing. Quatre opened his mouth in protest but
Trowa stopped him before he could say anything. What is he up to?
“I’m sure you will change your mind once we tell you
what we came here for… I would beg you to reconsider.” Beg? Trowa, I don’t have
to do a damn for you. But ‘beg?’ what could be so important that he would use
that term of persuasion? Fine, I’ll listen,
but only that.
I sigh, “Fine, but make it quick, I have a lot to do
today…” A lie, yes. Hm, Duo would disapprove of me so completely now, but I’ll
do anything to get them out of here right now. I glance at Quatre who seems to
have perked up slightly at my acquiescence, Trowa has also seemed to have
relaxed slightly.
“Good, go ahead Quatre, tell him…” I glare at Trowa
for a moment then turn my attention towards the smaller man next to him, not
quite relieving myself of the glare… I never really could stand either of them.
“Well…” Quatre started out, timid as usual. “… I’m
sure you realize by now that this visit is about Heero and Duo…” I turned my
head away and couldn’t help but sigh my annoyance out loud, I really didn’t
mean to, it just sort of came out. Trowa glared at me even darker than before
and Quatre almost looked like he was going to start yelling… so I calmed myself
down and looked back at them.
“Wufei…. I know you don’t want to be hearing this
right now but…” I couldn’t hold it in anymore, that was the last straw.
“And you’re absolutely right! I don’t!! So you might
as well leave now and not waist your breath.” I moved to stand but was blocked by
Trowa’s enormous frame towering over me, preventing my escape. Damn him! I
stayed put and gave Quatre my best glare. I wasn’t about to go down that
easily, but neither was Quatre and he continued.
“Wufei, just listen please. We need your help.” I
‘hmphed’ at that and rolled my eyes, I was getting dangerously close to end of
Trowa’s nerves, I know I was. “Heero, he hasn’t left his room since… you know,
and I’m getting worried. He won’t listen to a thing Trowa or I say, and yelling
through the door the whole time isn’t helping any either. I think he’s sick and
I’m afraid we’re going to lose him if something isn’t done soon…” I sneer at
that and stand up, I don’t care if Trowa is only two inches from ripping out my
throat, I’m sick of this crap.
“And I should care, why? I say, ‘good.’ I hope that
bastard stays sick, I don’t care for him and…” At that moment I don’t think
anybody registered what happened then. All I knew was that one second I was
yelling at Quatre and the next, I was being hauled higher that I normally stood
and my chest was being pressed flush with Trowa’s enormous frame. Now I knew I
was in trouble but I wouldn’t give up that easily. The only problem was, I
couldn’t move and Trowa’s fist was raised to strike at any moment. I really
know how to make ‘em…
* * * *
Trowa…
Okay you son of a bitch! I’m going to kill you!! I
think I shocked us all when I grabbed Wufei’s shirt and pulled his face up to
mine, ready to strike him at any moment… I was ready and he was going to get
it, good.
“All right you bastard! I’m sick of your crap, and
this shitty attitude! We came all the way over hear to ask for your help and
you don’t listen to a thing Quatre is saying damn it! Now shut the hell up, you
better give him your full attention or it’s going to be centered someplace
you’ll wish it wasn’t!” God! I don’t think anybody has ever gotten to me like
Wufei has just now. All though, I don’t think I’m the only one shocked by my
actions and behavior around here… When I looked at Quatre’s stricken face, I
felt my heart sink and the flare in my temper dissipated immediately. I lowered
Wufei back down into his chair and backed away slowly, so that I was out of
reach of either of them.
I think I’ll let Quatre take care of the rest of this…
* * * *
Quatre…
What…? I felt myself blinking at Trowa in confusion
and I was almost… afraid—almost. I don’t ever remember him getting this angry
before… I force myself to stop staring at him and I look back at Wufei who is
looking like he’s in shock, just sitting there in the chair, slumped down and
staring off at nothing in particular with almost the same frightened look as
me, maybe even a little more. Okay, do something…
“Wufei…” I wait a moment and Wufei’s eyes slowly
move in my direction, never blinking. “All right, before anything else happens…
we need your help because I feel that you’re the only one who can get to Heero
and make him at least listen… will you, please…?” Okay, so maybe I was
begging—a little, but I was willing to do anything right at the moment. I only
hope it worked…
I watched intently as Wufei shifted slightly then
finally stared directly at me, expressionless.
“Why has… Duo done nothing about this…? He is Heero’s… watch dog, is he not?”
Wufei said that with such unnerving slowness it even drove my patience a little
far. But I frowned immediately once he brought up the question I had been both
dreading and hoping would be asked. No, Wufei, Duo has done nothing about it,
and do you want to know why…? I sighed sadly, the only thing I could do to calm
myself.
“Wufei, there is something you should know…” Wufei’s
eyes widened in annoyance slightly at my comment.
“…What… is that…?” I closed my eyes and looked away,
out the window that’s facing the street, Lonely
Way. Hmm what an appropriate name for this street. I shake myself slightly
from getting sidetracked so easily; I really don’t want to be saying this—especially
to Wufei, but I have to. This has to be cleared up once and for all. I breathe
in deeply, but I still don’t look back at Wufei; just stare out the window…
“Duo… he… Duo is gone…” I wait.
“…What…” I knew.
“After that incident last week—after you had left…
Duo left as well…. H-he just got up and left. He’s gone Wufei, ran away, we
don’t know where he is, if he’s okay, or… Wufei, that’s why we need your help.
Heero doesn’t know. He woke up after Duo ran and… we haven’t been able to tell
him since—he won’t let us talk to him.” I squeeze my eyes shut, I can’t take
this anymore and I break down. I turn towards Wufei, throwing my arms out and
just let it go and I start yelling at Wufei.
“Wufei, we need your help! Please!! You have to come
back with us—you have to!! Duo is gone! We don’t know where he is, he might be
hurt—dying in the gutter somewhere for all we know! Please Wufei, you have to
talk to Heero, you have to…. Please… you… have to…” I can’t fight it anymore,
and I let myself go, falling back onto the loveseat behind me and I bury my
face in my hands and cry…
Hmm, how shameless… I haven’t cried since the final
war, with that little girl… now I’m sitting here, balling my eyes out like a
helpless little baby that just fell and wants his mommy. I can’t stand it; how
pathetic I am. I feel a weight shift on the couch next to me and then strong
arms wrap around my shaking frame and pull me into a tight embrace. I know it’s
Trowa and I bury my face into his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist as
tightly as I can.
I just want
to hide, and have everything back to way it was again.
* * * *
Trowa…
Quatre…I never imagined it was this bad for you…
Don’t worry, I’ll make sure everything will be okay—I promise. I hold him
closer to me and let him cry in my arms as much as he wants. He is as exhausted
as I am, maybe even more. I sigh and finally look up at Wufei, my eyes finally
showing my weariness, I’m sure.
For once I’m
not glaring at him, I think that’s what changed his mind right at that moment;
I could see it in his eyes… Silently
I begged him to help us, the pleading in my eyes growing more intense with my
hopes of him helping us and settling this damned fight once and for all. You
started it, and you must finish it Wufei.
Please…
* * * *
Wufei…
I cannot believe this… I cannot. What…? I can’t even
think strait. Trowa… Duo missing? Quatre crying right there… Those pleading
eyes, Trowa don’t look at me that way… please.
Please…
I blink in confusion, what was that? No, it couldn’t
be—could it? Trowa? Damn this is so crazy! I can’t believe I’m doing this…
“A-all right. I’ll help…” I can see the tension and
fear visibly disappear from Trowa’s body and Quatre has stopped crying now—thank
god. But before, anything more can be said I warn them,
“…But. I’m
only doing this for Duo… do not misunderstand. I will go and talk to Heero and
that is all, do not expect me to do anything more for you… understand?” I sit
and wait, hoping they leave it at that and do not pry farther. There is a
slight smile on Trowa’s lips? He nods, acceptance to my deal. Good, you’re
smarter than I thought. I stand up, ready to go; I want to get this over with,
I’m not particularly looking forward to a… talk with Heero, especially if it is
over the disappearance of Duo and… that night with Duo…
I shudder, that is a scary thought. Trowa had better
stay close or I have a feeling I won’t make it out of that room alive.
* * * *
Trowa…
I knew that would work… Wufei, I’m putting all of my
faith in you right now, don’t let us down… I watch as Wufei stands quickly,
ready for us get going—probably wants to get it over with… I don’t blame him
though, talking with Heero can pretty
scary at times. Okay, we can go… hang on though… I turn to Quatre who still has
his face buried in my shirt; I smile down at him—poor lover.
I whisper into his ear as gently as I can, so not to
upset him more…
“Quatre? Quatre… come on love, lets go okay? Wufei
is going to help, there isn’t anything to worry about anymore all right?
Quatre…” I gently bring my fingers to his chin and lift his wet face up so I
can look into his red watery eyes. I smile at the pouty, innocent look he gives
me—what a sweet… he sniffles and wipes his cheek with the back of his hand… as
if he was still fifteen years old! I chuckle at his childish nature and kiss
the tip of his nose while wiping his other small cheek dry.
“Now don’t cry anymore, love… okay…?” I look at him
in the eye and he nods back. “Good, now lets go…” I stand up, gently pulling
Quatre with me, and Wufei leads the way to the door. He opens it and waits for
us to walk out first, very impatiently. I role my eyes at him, he really does
need to relax, we still have to drive back to the house… well, it isn’t really
that far… but still. Jeez and who am I to be thinking Wufei is the only one
that needs to relax…
Getting into the car was
an interesting test. Wufei was out on the street before Quatre and I, waiting very
impatiently. When I got close enough to see his face I could see the annoyed
glare there again. I have to laugh at that, all though silently; apparently
Wufei thought the top of the car was down and he would just be able to hop into
the back like he usually did…. Not this time Wufei.
I smile smartly at him as
I unlock the passenger door and he growls at my antics. As soon as I got the
door unlocked Wufei was already reaching for it, opened it and had seated
himself in the back comfortably. I stand there for a moment, blinking at him a
little stunned at his reflexive nature. I regain myself quick enough and, as
gently as I can, help Quatre into his seat, making sure he is safely buckled
and comfortable before I close the door.
You know, the more I think
about this, the more I begin to wonder if this is ordinary life or our pasts
coming back to bite us in our asses for taking it so lightly over that past two
years—a mission of the sorts maybe, hmm that’s what it seems like almost; the
way Wufei is jumping on it, ready to get it done and over with—or maybe that’s
just the fear of having to talk with Heero, but anyway…. We seem to be in such
a hurry, as if—as if, something terrible is
going to happen or already has…
Please Duo, be safe……
* *
* *
Quatre…
I don’t believe in destiny, I never have… Duo taught
me a long time ago never to believe in it and maybe I already didn’t, even
before I met him… all I know is that we feel pain and sorrow, and too many
suffer at the hands of other’s cruel and selfish ambitions; how could ‘fate,’
if there were such a thing, be so cruel and unjust to us as the whole of the
human race, and… to us as former
Gundam Pilots with such horrid pasts that not even the cruelest of criminals
could bare to look upon them with a strait face.
I think… I think, that no matter how we drift
towards the path we dream about, there will always be an obstacle there to
obstruct us from making it to our desired destination, and no matter how early
we start in life or how much penance we have served for the ‘wrong’ we have
done, there will always be a shadow over our souls to hinder our progression
and fight against our dreams of true peace and happiness.
Like I said
before, I do not believe in ‘destiny’ or ‘fate,’ but I do not understand why,
after all the anguish we have had to suffer through, do we—anybody have to suffer even more after we have completed the
trials of just ‘being.’
For us, it is the ‘destiny’ of a Gundam Pilot to
fight… but, forever?
I sigh. Trowa looks over at me for a moment, I can
see the worry in his eyes. So sorry… I’m so sorry it had to be like this—any of
this—for all of us…. All of us.
My forehead
starts to go numb against the cold car door window, but I don’t care… I don’t
care about anything anymore…… Humph! At least that’s what I want to say… but
the fact of the matter is, I do care—terribly. Too much actually, so much that
it hurts, which is why my pale face is now sticking to the window, my hair
sliding up in an unpleasant looking style, and I’m slowly slipping down to the
cushioned part of the door. I have to see a psychiatrist or something; this is
just too much stress for me… or, hmm, maybe I’ll make a routine of having Trowa
massage my back for me…. Ah that sounds good.
* *
* *
Wufei…
I REALLY do not want to be here right now. I don’t
want to talk to Heero, I don’t want to be in this car, I don’t want to be
responsible for anymore fights between us, I don’t want to see those sorrowful looks
on anybody’s face anymore, I—what in the hell is Quatre doing? Moron. I frown;
this has REALLY got to stop.
Jeez, Heero hasn’t left his room for a whole week…
well, he was the ‘Perfect Soldier,’ I’m sure he can live a lot longer than that
without any proper nutrients or human contact—especially the second thing…. But
he isn’t nearly as cold and detached as he used to be… so why would he lock
himself up in his own room? Duo… this is too strange; I know Heero and Duo
have… been together since just after they met after our assignments to
Operation Meteor, but I also know that they very seldom ever completely got to
be along, whether it was because of Duo smarting off or Heero pissing Duo off
because of his stoic manner…. They had
been getting along quite well lately though—as far as I remember. So what in
the hell could have set them both off so much?
I sigh, very loudly—loud enough to make Trowa turn
his head towards me. What are you looking at? Jerk. I glare back at him until
that damned smile quirks at the tips of his lips and he turns back to watch the
road…. Yeah, just keep driving, the last thing we need right now is to get into
an accident… I really would like to live past my prime if you don’t mind.
* * * *
When we pulled up the driveway and stopped in front
of Quatre’s enormous mansion, my mouth suddenly became very dry and I couldn’t
breathe very well. This is not going to end well…. So distracted I was that I
wasn’t even aware of Trowa opening Quatre’s door and helping him out, or that
he was waiting for me to get out of the car as well. I finally snapped out of
the trance I was in and glanced up at Trowa who was staring down at me, with
raised eyebrows and a slight scowl; still holding Quatre in his arms as well.
I sigh and pull myself out of the back seat. Once
I’m balanced and moved away from the car, Trowa slams the door shut and walks
past me with Quatre in tow, up the small stairs to the porch and to the giant
front doors where a servant must have been waiting—just watching out the window
for us, (Christ, get a life!) because one massive door was already open and the
old servant was waiting patiently for us to enter. Trowa stepped inside and I
followed far enough behind to make the old man almost look slightly annoyed, I
smiled slightly at that; I have been here numerous times before—the servants
all know me well, but I liked to make their job a little bit more of a hell for
them—not that is was but still…I walked pass the old man, not looking at him,
but the small smile stayed and I walked up to Trowa who seemed to have noticed
the tease and was glaring at me again. I shrug slightly and walk into the
dining room. As I walk away I here the old man question Trowa about ‘Master
Quatre’s’ condition.
Whatever, he’s a big boy, he can handle himself… I
shudder, but… can I…?
* * * *
Trowa…
Damn him! He just keeps pushing it and pushing it….
Well, that will soon be quelled… a secret smile of my own creeps its way onto
my lips as I walk into the dining room, ignoring Henry, the butler, and found
Wufei already seated and reclining back in his chair with his arms crossed.
Make yourself at home…. Of course, it was never necessary to say anything
before, why should it matter now.
I walk over to one of the other chairs and gently
set Quatre down in it, making sure he is comfortable before I walk over to
Wufei, regarding Wufei’s current position, I eye him to make sure I get the
desired effect I was seeking before I begin…. Wufei tilts his head up slightly,
raising his eyebrows to get a better look at me without opening up completely.
I wait, willing; he is the one that
is going to have to do this, not me, not Quatre, not anybody but him…
He sighs and turns away slightly; I can see him
hiding the tension and fear behind that mask—and quite well I might say… I’m
sure he thinks I don’t see it, but I do. I know he’s waiting for me to initiate
this soon-to-be, all out, battle between one or all of us, but I won’t give him
the satisfaction of winning this little bout. So I’ll wait.
Hmm, I don’t have to wait long as I watch Wufei sigh
loudly and he turns a heated glare back at me, the fire in his eyes revealing
the fear and tension he is experiencing with the thought of having to talk with
Heero—about Duo…
“All right, what is it? Are you expecting me to go
up there?! I will most certainly not
if that’s what it is. He can come down here
if you want me to talk with him.” All right, that does it…. He really is going
to regret having this attitude with us later. I give him a skeptical look and
turn away, already out in the hallway leading to the stairs before I hear
Quatre call to me.
“Trowa? Where are you going…? Shouldn’t Wufei go get
Heero?” I could just see the look Wufei
gave Quatre right at that moment… I sigh.
“No, love, don’t worry about it… just wait there
okay.” I don’t wait for a reply and I head up the stairs to Heero’s room… even
my heart is racing now.
* * * *
~tbc~
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