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Trinity
By : Aestas
Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Duo winced a little as he sat down in the cushioned seat of his desk chair. His lovers had made him sit in a hot bath last night after dinner to try to pull some of the impending soreness out, and it probably helped. But, damn, he was still pretty sore. And, for the most part, it didn’t feel like he was walking with a limp or anything, so that was good.

But when he sat down…yeah, that part sucked.

He shifted in his seat to take pressure off his sore hole, and he heard Zechs chuckle behind him.

“Repercussions of a very good weekend.” That deep, cool voice of the Lightning Count echoed through his head.

“Mondays suck.” Duo replied, unwilling to provide details of his enthusiastic weekend.

The braided man heard him laugh again and tucked in to the current assignment he was supposed to be checking into. But he really wasn’t totally focused, no, he was trying to plan his upcoming meeting.

He needed to find Leason when he was isolated. Trent Leason was Trowa’s second in command of the infiltration program. The other members identities where kept quiet for the most part. The reason for Trent’s identity being known was the original set up of the program.

Une had been in charge, with Trowa being the instructor. There was a class of eight Preventors who joined the specialization program. Only two had survived their initial assignment. Trent and one other who quickly resigned as a Preventer after his return from the field.

Monumental failure in its initiation, but the program stayed as a specialization, and was a fair success now. Well, those were the rumors anyway. There were no concrete details known by any outside of the program, but it had been established for about 2 years now, and Une seemed happy about the results.

But the only ones who knew the results were the ones to needed to know. All else were left in the dark.

So the only man he knew to ask about the program besides Trowa was Trent. And best of all, he was about as tight-lipped as his teacher. Fun.

Duo had hatched some half-assed scheme of leaving a note in his pocket with a time and meeting place in Trent’s pocket at lunch. But when he got down to the cafeteria that afternoon, the man he was seeking was sitting at a table all by himself.

Well, that made things easier. Duo made his way over to him and sat down across from him. Trent had his head down until that point. He slowly raised his head, pinned Duo with pale brown eyes as he continued chewing. When Duo didn’t say anything, he looked back down to his lunch tray, and kept eating.

Duo opened his mouth to speak, then paused. He had been so focused on how to isolate the man that he had not spent a second on what to say.

He looked at the man across from him. Trent had black hair that fell in straight, careless strands around his face down to about his temples, then cut short to the base of his neck. His features were even, attractive but not striking. A forgettable face. He had dark honey colored eyes which were quite different and memorable.

Now to the big question, what the hell to ask him without giving away the fact that Trowa was his lover? Trowa would know, damn him.

Duo coughed, clearing his throat, and Trent looked up again, his head still tilted towards the food he was eating, only his eyes moved. He was the perfect picture of disinterested attention.

“So, what characteristics are needed to specialize in infiltration?” Duo popped a green bean in his mouth, not bothering to pick up his fork.

Trent just raised a brow in response.

“I mean, what sort of man does it take to do what you do?”

Brown eyes narrowed, and Duo knew he had screwed up, somehow. “I don’t know what sort of feud you and Trowa have started, and I don’t care.” His voice was louder than Trowa’s smooth, strong, but quiet tone, and Duo almost flinched at the volume of it as he continued. “Barton and I are not friends, but I’m not going to hand you an advantage over him simply because you had the balls to ask.”

Duo opened his mouth to reply, but Leason cut him off. “But I will give you some advice: he’s good, really fucking good, and a mean son of a bitch when he’s mad. You’re best move is to run for cover and pray that something else draws his attention away from you. Go to ground until this all blows over. Now get the hell away from me.”

Well, fuck. Duo nodded, stood, and walked away. He didn’t even bother taking his food with him, just left the tray on the table.

He had hoped to get a better grasp on how serious Trowa was in his fear for his and Quatre’s safety. Whether it was normal to keep your roles in infiltration missions as part of yourself like Trowa seemed to do?

And how dangerous a man Trowa could be when he let his control go?

Duo completely neglected his lunch, not really in the mood to eat after his highly anticipated meeting and subsequent failure. He went back to his office and tried to bury himself in work, but he mostly sat there staring at the wall and trying to recount where the conversation went wrong. Trent was unreadable until he started speaking, and by then it was too late.

Fuck.

The phone rang, and Duo swore, flinching at the sudden, loud noise. “Maxwell.” He managed to answer with an even tone.

“Hey, Duo, its Elsie.” Her high pitched, excited tone echoed down the line. Elsie was one of the girls who manned the front desk in the shipping/receiving department. “You have a package down here waiting for pick-up, but the deliver boys are running a bit behind schedule. Would you mind too terribly coming down to get it your-sweet-self?”

She knew Duo’s number by heart due to her past flirtations with the braided man; her efforts had calmed down with Duo’s repetitive insistence that he was gay. But maybe the news of Duo and Quatre together had pushed her to try again to change his mind? Who knew?

But he had nothing better to do right now…bored. So Duo stood and made his way down toward the loading dock. It was in a separate building on the Preventors campus for safety reasons. If someone decided to mail a bomb to the organization, damage would be minimal. The building was meant to take a huge shock and still remain standing so as not to harm the employees housed within it.

As Duo made to walk out of his building, hands grabbed him and shoved him into a janitor’s closet. Duo had reacted without thinking, hands reaching and gripping the throat of his attacker, only to come face to face with Leason…who had let go of him as soon as the door was shut.

Duo pulled his hand back quickly, then realized he might have gotten more cooperation from the man if he’d left it where it was. Leason was leaning against the door with his arms crossed casually across his chest.

It was a stance that he’d seen Trowa use many times, and it looked completely careless in the arrangement, but he’d seen Trowa come to attention very quickly from that stance. He knew very well that Leason was perfectly balanced, and fully capable of protecting or attacking from that position.

Apparently, he wasn’t taking the time to weigh Duo up, because that smooth voice spoke, quieter than at lunch. “You really were going to have that conversation in the middle of lunchtime, one table over from the biggest gossips in the Preventer’s network, weren’t you?” Trent shook his head, mockingly.

Duo was brought up short, trying to re-visualize his approach to the table, but before he could catch his footing, Leason spoke again, and shocked the hell out of him.

“I expected better from Trowa’s lover.”

What?! “How did...?” Duo bit the sentence back, but by that point it was too late, and he knew it.

Trent smirked, but Duo got the feeling he was more irritated than triumphant. “I didn’t, but I sure as hell do now.”

The man across from him became silent, and let Duo’s thoughts catch up a little. It was the same tactic that Trowa used on Wufei and Heero to get them to confess their affiliations: throw them off target and fish before they could catch their footing.

Trent had been trained well. Bastard.

The man stared hard at Duo, but the braided man had already said way too much. He was more than happy to stay completely silent until Leason made his wishes known.

Realizing it, Leason’s smirk became more genuine. “What kind of man does it take to do what I do? Very tactful way of phrasing, by the way; it takes all sorts. How did I come to the conclusion that you and Trowa were closer than you let on? Maybe that’s where I should start.”

Duo just lifted a brow, irritated that Trent was skipping around at his own leisure.

He chuckled, and Duo had to suppress the urge to hit him. “No, hear me out. Trowa taught me how to think in the field, though its hard to shut it off. I’m constantly gathering intel, maybe my thought process will give you a little insight to how one of your lovers thinks.”

Duo froze and hoped he didn’t hear that right. Did Trent know about their threesome? Or was he referring to Trowa as one of a lifetime of partners? …Or was he just fishing, which was most likely.

“You have to know that security reported your make-out session with Quatre. I hacked the actual security footage.” He paused to make sure Duo was listening. “First, I know for a fact that Trowa is well aware of camera layouts in the building, and he is not complacent enough to assume that camera was tampered with in the same manner as the one in Yuy and Chang’s office. Second, I’ve seen that man get stabbed and not get angry, not show any emotion, so whatever went down in the office previously had to be really fucking big, or it was all an act. With Trowa, it was an act. Meaning he wants everyone to ‘know’ that you and he are beyond pissed at each other. Why would he want that? Misdirection: covering what? The fact that you’re closer than he wants people to know. Lovers popped into my head, but with Trowa that’s no light title. But then I re-watched the video. He looked completely pissed at you; you, on the other hand, looked like you were about to strip him down and sit on his face in the middle of the hallway. So, if not lovers then flirting around the subject.”

Duo just sat there. It sounded so simple the way he explained it; like every other Preventer’s employee should connect the dots as well. Well, fuck. Duo was a little irritated. He’d been shot down in public, pushed in a closet in private (not by his lovers!), and watched someone he was beginning to really dislike gloat over his ignorance.

Screw that. “Congrats. I’m so proud of you. Is this the only reason you invited me here, because if it is, I was on my way somewhere.” Duo snapped, and made to walk out.

Trent started laughing, and the braided man froze. “I didn’t mean to piss you off, and I hope you don’t mean you’re headed to the loading dock.”

Violet eyes cut sharply to the other man. Of course he had set the whole thing up. The call was bait for an ambush, but how did he get Elsie in on it?

Apparently his face reflected his confusion because Trent rolled his eyes, cleared his throat, and Elsie’s voice floated from his lips. “Duo, omigawd, you’re so hot! Are you sure you’re gay because I am more than willing to change your mind.” He even had similar facial expressions as the one he was imitating, which was really fucking weird on a face that was completely smooth seconds ago.

Fuck. Duo had a flashback of Trowa mimicking Quatre’s voice on their first visit to the taller man’s house.

And he was still not amused. “Are you done?”

Trent shook his head. “Get over yourself. So you got busted, so what? That’s my fucking job, Duo. Getting information is easy for me because Trowa taught me everything I know. I’m giving you what you wanted. We’re here; we’re alone. What did you want to ask me?”

But Duo wasn’t quite on the same page. He could play games, too, and he had no intention of just lying down and following the conversation set before him like a pet. “Was everything in the cafeteria all an act? Or do you just like being an ass?”

Trent shifted his weight, leaning more heavily against the door. “I don’t want people to think its okay for them to walk up and ask me any question they want. And I didn’t want to set a precedent of giving out information about Trowa or the program.”

“So you and Trowa aren’t friends, like you said?” Duo continued to press.

His shoulders actually fell slightly, and Duo wondered what that meant for a brief moment before the other man spoke. “I wouldn’t call us friends, no, not that I’d mind the title. I don’t know anything about him on a personal level. But he is my mentor, and he has saved my life on multiple occasions just by the things he’s taught me. If the man told me to lie down in the middle of a busy intersection at rush hour, I’d do it, no hesitations. I’d give my life for his in a heartbeat.”

Okay, so now Duo didn’t hate him as much. In fact, it was really hard to even be pissed at him knowing how loyal Trent would be to his lover. But that still didn’t mean he liked him.

“So what did you want to know, Duo?” Trent pressed when the silence had lingered for several moments.

“How good is he?” Trent sent him a glare that clearly said he was not amused, and Duo stepped back mentally. “That’s not what I meant. I mean to say, how dangerous is he to those around him?”

Trent opened his mouth to speak, and then seemed to change his mind. “Based on what? You’re hiding something from me that could change my answer.” He was absolutely certain of this, and Duo realized he might be too easy to read.

How much did he tell? How much trust should he put into this man he’d never actually spoken to before now? He felt his jaw shift, and bit the bullet. He came to this man seeking information; he was obviously at a disadvantage when it came to intelligence gathering. Time to come clean as much as his pride would allow. “Trowa’s scared.”

Trent’s eyes widened, shock clearly written across his features before it shut down, and doubt replaced it. “What makes you say that?”

Duo felt his shoulders sag just a bit. “He…there’s a mission coming up, right? Whoever he’s becoming for this run is someone he’s legitimately scared of becoming in real life.”

Trent just watched him for a moment, no longer joking or reveling in the knowledge he’d drawn. “He’s always taught us to become someone else, to fully commit to the role or your enemies would know you were a fake. I didn’t know he struggled with that as well.” He paused for a second, hesitant. “I don’t know if I’m relieved or scared shitless that he goes through the same difficulties as I do, but yeah, its hard to shut off some of the things we deal with.” It was a political answer.

It wasn’t enough. “I understand that, but is he a danger to me when he’s at home?” Duo was trying to ask the right questions to get what he wanted, but not give everything away.

Trent looked sympathetic. “Would it matter if he was?”

Bang. Dead. One question and Duo knew. This man knew Duo well enough to know that he would fight for what he wanted. And if it was just Duo in danger of being hurt by someone he loved, it was no big deal. But if Q got hurt, Duo would never forgive himself, or Trowa.

But Trowa wouldn’t forgive himself either, and the whole relationship would be doomed, destroyed by the guilt.

Duo slid down the wall nearest him and sat down on the floor. “No, it wouldn’t.”

“But you’re worried about Quatre getting hurt.”

Duo laughed, it was a defeated sound. “Damn, you’re good.”

Trent took a seat as well. “I was taught by the best. I’ll help in any way I can, Duo, but I’m not sure where this is going.”

“I’m not so sure myself. Just, is there any way I can help him and keep them both safe?” Duo hated him at the beginning of the conversation, but now found himself confiding in him, almost begging him to help. He realized with a start that if it came down to it, he would beg if it kept his happy home in tact.

He knew he loved Quatre, had for years, but Trowa had filled a part of him that he hadn’t realized was empty. He loved Trowa as well, and he was desperate not to lose what they had. Something like that would never come again.

Trent shook his head. “I don’t know that there’s anything you can do, Duo. Trowa’s the only one that knows what he’s struggling with. My best advice is to do what he tells you to do, and let him know that he’s got backup if he needs it.”

Duo nodded, but didn’t feel reassured.

The other man could obviously tell he wasn’t reassured. “I’ll get busted for this for sure, but if it helps, we’ve got a debriefing and final planning scheduled tomorrow 0600 if you’d like to play spy.”

Mischief filled his face. “Love to.”

Trent smirked back. The unspoken partnership between them made Duo feel much better about the fact that his lover might accidently kill them in the next few days. C’est la vie.

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Trinity	By : Aestas Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4704 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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