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Trinity
By : Aestas
Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Man, this chapter sucked the life outta me for a while. Sorry it took so long.

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Duo fidgeted on the couch in the living room. Quatre was sitting on the chair opposite him, reading the daily paper. Trowa had yet to come home, and Duo was twitching, not really knowing what to expect.

The furniture had been delivered two days prior, and hadn’t seen much use. They always seemed to be up doing something. Trowa had a tendency to always be moving. The renovations were still incomplete, and he usually had some sort of task he set his mind to doing. When his lovers weren’t distracting him, that is…

But now Trowa was late in getting back to the house, the one day he was nervous about Trowa getting home because of his failed attempt at inconspicuous spying. He learned a lot about what it was that Trowa did, but he also ended up pissing off just about everyone there.

“You’re going to wear a hole in the couch if you don’t sit still.” Quatre’s voice was dry and teasing, but he never lifted his face from behind the paper.

Duo groaned and flopped back against the couch, trying to relax and stop fidgeting. It didn’t work.

Quatre chuckled and folded the paper to put it away after his lover switched positions again. “What has you so nervous, Duo?”

“Who says I’m nervous?” Duo spouted instantly, wincing when he saw the look Q was sending back at him.

“I’ve been able to read you pretty well since our first night in this house, Duo.” The blond’s reply was dry.

Duo rolled his eyes. “Yeah, ok. Whatever, Q, so did Trowa say when he’d be home?”

Quatre felt a nice warmth bloom in his chest with Duo’s phrasing. “No, he just said he’d be later than the norm tonight.”

It truly was starting to become his home. Quatre missed the manor, missed his friends that helped him occupy the home in which he spent so many years, but it was very difficult going back and having Rashid’s disapproval underlying every sentence shared between them. And he knew Rashid loved him like a son and missed him sorely, but he would not stand silent while disparaging remarks were made about his life choices, about his lovers, or about his decision to open his heart to two men.

Quatre missed his second family, but there was nothing that compared to the love and passion he felt from Duo and Trowa, and he would not give them up. And he would not allow others to make him feel guilty for that. He had lived the life they wanted of him for the majority of his life; now he’s living the life that made him utterly happy. And they would support him and be happy for him, or he would not allow them to be a major part of his life anymore.

But it was wearing on him more than he liked to admit. And he knew he could talk to his lovers about it, but there was really nothing they could do to make the situation better and there was so little time before their separation.

So he would remain quiet and see how the situation evolved with time.

Duo flung both feet up onto the arm rest and threw an arm over his eyes with a dramatic sigh.

Quatre smirked a bit; it was pretty easy to lose himself in his lover’s antics, forgetting his own worries. The blond folded is paper and set it to the side. “Would I be right to assume the reason Trowa seemed upset on the phone and the reason you can’t sit still are related?”

“Trowa seemed upset?” That caught Duo’s attention.

“Not from his tone, no, but I think I’m becoming more sensitive when it comes to you two. I could feel his unease when he spoke.” He shrugged off his response.

“Oh.” Duo shifted on the couch.

“And you couldn’t sit still if there was a sand viper sleeping on your foot.” The phrase slipped so easily out of his mouth, but as soon as he said it, Quatre was hit with a sick feeling of nostalgia. How often had Rashid said that to him as a child? The gentle teasing of the big man taught him many lessons that carried him into manhood.

He swallowed hard and pressed on. “You never answered my question, love.”

“Oh, well…I think I may have pissed Trowa off.” Duo tried to play it casual, but Quatre could feel the nervous worry and slight fear emanating from him.

“How?” Quatre was intrigued as to how their hard to fluster lover may have been angered.

“He snuck into a level 8 security level debriefing and interfered with my schedule of prep.” Trowa was leaning against the doorframe.

Duo jumped up and stared, slightly gawking at Trowa. Quatre had seen him walk up, but the man was silent as a ghost when he wanted to be.

Ever the arbitrator, Quatre spoke up. “Why?”

Green eyes turned to Duo, intent on his answer. Duo started fidgeting again. Under the gaze of his lovers, the fidgeting ceased with another sigh. Violet eyes locked with green, and for a split second, Duo thought of telling the full truth. But then it was gone. He shrugged casually. “Eh, seemed like a good idea at the time.”

Trowa’s entire body went rigid, anger painting his face quite clearly. “I could have killed you; I nearly did, all because you wanted to play a game.”

Duo tried to interrupt, sitting up straight and pointing at Trowa in an almost accusatory posture, but Trowa’s voice was too strong, and Duo’s words got lost.

“If Trent hadn’t interfered, I would have killed you!” Trowa turned his back to his lovers. “I realized it was you the second I pulled the trigger, an instant too late.”

Trowa’s posture was defeated. Head bowed, shoulders hunched, hands loose and dead by his sides. The silence was deafening. Quatre breathed out, and it sounded so loud in the still air. Duo kept waiting for Trowa to turn back around, but the silence stretched out.

Then Duo realized Trowa’s hands were shaking. Fuck.

“Trowa…” Duo stood, voice soft with the realization how badly his silent lover had been affected by today’s events.

The infiltration specialist shook his head. “Everything I worked for…I wanted so badly to keep you two safe from my enemies, and I nearly ended you myself.”

Duo stepped towards him, softly making his way over. Trowa’s back went rigid, posture straightening to his full height. As Duo reached him, hand grazing Trowa’s arm, the taller man walked away.

“You’re on your own for dinner. I need to be alone for a little while.” He made his way past his lovers and walked out the back door.

Duo followed him outside. “Trowa, wait.” He watched with growing horror as the man ran to the treeline behind the house, jumped up and caught a low hanging branch, swung himself up into the boughs, and disappeared beyond reach.

Quatre’s hand on his arm caused him to jump. “Don’t worry, Duo. He’ll be back when he’s got his mask back in place.”

Duo shook his head, disbelieving. “I didn’t think he’d be this upset by it.”

Fair skinned arms wrapped around his waist, and Quatre’s looked past his shoulder to the point where Trowa had gone. “I would be pretty upset if I nearly killed someone I loved because he didn’t exercise enough caution.”

“You don’t have to be on his side.” Duo’s body slumped back against the man behind him.

“And you didn’t have to be so flippant with his concerns.” Quatre’s head against Duo’s shoulder took some of the reprimand out of his words.

Duo nodded.

“He’ll be back, Duo. We’ll give him the space he needs to regain his composure, and everything will be fine. Let’s go find something to eat.” Quatre pulled away and headed back inside.

“We’re his lovers. He shouldn’t need a mask to hide behind. Not with us.” Duo followed him back into the house.

“That’s true, but who is to say what’s the mask and what is real? If he’s been wearing it for so long, it might be what he’s become. That emotional, vulnerability we just saw is not the norm for him.” Quatre began rummaging through cabinets.

“It might not be the norm, but it was real, not a front he puts up for everyone to see.” Duo looked in the refrigerator.

“It’s a matter of perspective, Duo. That was real to us, but to him it was just a loss of control. The control he lives every day of his life in. That’s his reality. We tip the scale, we add that uncontrollable element that shifts his world off center. We should feel honored that he considers us valuable enough to let us do so and not run away every time.” Quatre shut the cabinet doors and turned to face Duo.

“Honored my ass. He tips my world on its head, too. You both do.”

“That’s what love is, Duo.” Quatre’s voice was quite, but his words carried so much weight that it seemed forever loud.

Duo’s breath left him in a rush. “So he loves us. Both of us.” It was a statement, but Quatre could hear the question behind the words, the hesitation to accept the truth.

“Why do you think he reacted so strongly to nearly hurting you?”

Duo was still hiding behind the refrigerator door. Hiding from the question. He stodd up suddenly and slammed the door shut. “Then why did he run away?”

Quatre seemed so calm; it wasn’t fair. “He’s a runner, Duo. He always has been, throughout the war, with the circus, even friendships. He’s hidden himself away from everything that’s important to him. And now, with his job in infiltration, he can even run from himself. He’s a master at it. We just have to be patient and wait until he gets accustomed to this loss of control that comes with caring for others at close range.”

Duo started laughing in a self-deprecating manner. “When he proposed this three-way relationship, he told me how much he and I had in common, being raised on the streets. That he and I would understand the way the other thought, that I would help him translate what needed to be said to you. He was afraid you wouldn’t understand him, and here you are, explaining him to me.”

“Having an understanding of the way he thinks and sharing the same perspective are not the same. I told you, I’m becoming more sensitive to what you two are feeling. If I hadn’t been here to feel his emotions, there was no way I would know. I just recognize that need to flee from the war.”

Duo was silent for a moment. Quatre came over, wrapped his arms around him, and kissed him gently. Soft lips moving slowly across his mouth. It made everything just a little bit easier to handle. The blond pulled back, a soft smile on his lips. “Come on, we’ll throw a couple of steaks on the fire, and one on your face.”

His hand reached up automatically to where Trowa had backhanded him earlier. “No, I think I deserve any mark he left on me.” At least this time, Duo was smiling when he said it.

“Agreed, but tomorrow is our last day with Trowa for quite some time. You’ll want to look pretty for him, won’t you? Especially if you’re going to have to beg him for forgiveness.” Ocean blue eyes sparkled with laughter and lust as he teased his lover.

Duo could help but smile. “When did you get to be such a perverted smart ass?”

“I think about the time I started dating you.” Quatre started pulling out some pans.

“Blah, blah, blah. Hey, I don’t feel like cooking.” Duo hopped up to sit on the counter next to where Quatre was trying to start prepping.

“I assumed that’s the reason you’re not helping.” Quatre shot back.

“Let’s order pizza.”

“I doubt anything delivers out here, Duo.” Quatre sent him an irked glance.

“Then lets go get some. I’ll text loverboy that we’ll be back in a little bit. That will let him come back to the house if he wants instead of playing Tarzan.” Duo hopped down and started putting everything back in the fridge.

Quatre was still bringing things out until Duo took the utensils from his hands and put them back up. The blond sighed, half-smile curling his lips. “Alright, fine. Let’s go get some pizza.”

“Yeah!”

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Trowa heard the car leave, and a few minutes later, his phone notified him of a received text message. The message let him know that Duo and Quatre were going to drive into town to pick up a pizza, and to text them back if he had a topping preference.

He didn’t.

He sat at the base of a branch, one leg hanging off the side, leaning against the upright of the tree. It was peaceful here, in the twilight hours, cool evening breeze starting to paint the air, the day’s heat seeping away. Trowa sat among nature and let himself drain off the stress of the day.

And it had been stressful. He had known there was a spy among them when he had seen the tripwire was broken on entrance. He always had invisible sensors, on every possible entrance. It was nothing fancy, nothing that would set of a transmission detector, just a hairline string, like the makings of a spider’s web. Someone had been there, someone who hadn’t used the front door, like maintenance staff.

The equipment was still present and untampered with, his records hadn’t been touched, which meant someone was unsuccessful or didn’t want to be observed. Which meant they were still here. It took a little bit to find the hiding spot, and even more care to ensure the spy didn’t know Trowa knew where he or she was.

That was about the time that everyone was to report for mission prep. Then he wanted to see if anyone noticed. Observation was key in the field, but maybe they felt too safe on home base. It was still rather disappointing.

Granted, experience in the field was one of the primary reasons for the recruits to be on this mission. He and Trent had a different purpose, but for the trainees, this was a crash course in street life in various ports throughout the colonies.

The spy couldn’t be allowed to leave. He or she had seen too many faces, had time to record the model and tracking number of the ship they would be using.

He waited until everyone was formed up. With dozens of people lined up and at attention, there was very little chance, that if Trowa missed, the spy wouldn’t escape. There would be too many that watched the escape routine, plenty of others that would head him off.

So, in full personality, Trowa taunted his troops. He hoped they felt sufficiently chastised because this would be one of they’re last chances to miss something. However, Trowa always had final say in who was sent where, or if they were deployed at all. Not all of them would be sent out. Not all of them were good enough to come back alive from a deep cover assignment.

Then, in one fluid motion, drew his gun and turned to where he knew the spy would be, leaning out to see what was going on. He fired just as hands forced the gun skyward. Trowa met Trent’s eyes, and in that terrifying moment, Trowa realized who he had just fired upon.

It felt like centuries of silence where pictures of his lover with a bullethole through his forehead falling from his hiding place riddled his mind. Did Trent move the gun from its course in time? Was Duo hurt? Was he dead? Trowa felt something crumble inside of him, never had he felt such crippling fear.

When Duo stepped out, whole, not hurt, playing along with whatever farce needed to be played, Trowa felt like his knees were going to give out with relief. Then the acting part came into play, and he had to swallow everything down and play the role he had set up for himself and his lovers.

When all he wanted to do was bury himself in Duo’s presence to assure himself that his lover was alive and unhurt. He wanted to douse himself in the scent of Duo’s hair and the feel of that lithe body against his chest.

But no, he had to act pissed. And ended up backhanded the man he wanted so desperately to cling to like a child.

He had to ignore violet eyes trained to his back when he tested the recruit’s knowledge of the background they were supposed to portray. It was difficult concentrating on what his men were telling him with Duo, so very alive and near. But every one of these soldiers lives depended on what information he fed to them during their training, so he did his best to shut off everything but what went on between him and the soldier standing in front of him.

He put off coming home for as long as he needed to regain himself, to put everything that happened today behind him. He still felt an almost painful need to run his hands over Duo’s head and chest to prove that he didn’t wound him. He couldn’t drop it, couldn’t let it fade.

Trowa had finally given up, consciously allowing himself to go home, drown himself in his lovers and give in to the need to surround himself with those he trusted. But when he walked into the house, eyes capturing the reassuring sight of Quatre and Duo sitting in his living room, peacefully.

It was beautiful, just what he needed after what he’d experienced today.

Then the words Duo had spoken penetrated. How could he? So careless about his near death, so careless about the situation in which he’d put himself and Trowa, as well as Trent.

Everything fell apart then. This was not the way he expected Duo to react, not the way he wanted his lover to react. He struggled with himself, stuck between sheer, unadulterated joy and gratitude at having both of his lovers whole, healthy and right in front of him, and disbelief and anger at having something that rocked him to his very core, cast off so casually by someone he cared for.

Someone he loved.

He felt like he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stand up straight and still draw enough air, he couldn’t be here any longer. It didn’t feel safe, not with how casually Duo treated something sacred to Trowa. He had to get away. Trowa all but ran out of the back door, and when he heard Duo coming after him, he did break into a run.

Sprinted for the trees like a coward. He hated himself in that moment, but what else was new.

He felt the night’s breeze pick up as the sun dropped below the horizon. Dark surrounded him now, and he began to feel more like himself. His heart beat settled into the rhythm of the nature surrounding him, and everything became peaceful again.

Trowa sighed heavily, and let his body drop to the ground. He supposed it was time to head back. The others should be back in the next ten minutes or so. Trowa made his way to the house in near darkness, but he knew the area around the house like the back of his hand. If anything happened, if anyone ever attacked him at home, he could guide his lovers through the woods far enough away from the house in the dark.

He wouldn’t risk using a light of any source until they were far enough away, far enough to ensure the light wouldn’t be seen from the house.

Trowa tried to find something to do to keep himself preoccupied, but finally ended up sitting on the couch reading the paper Quatre had left sitting there earlier.

He had no idea what was coming when his two lovers got back, but he had a feeling he’d need his head about him.

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Not beta'd, sorry for typos.

Eep. I love and hate this chapter. Ugh, it was like pulling teeth to get it out. I'm sorry it took so long, but the dialogue wasn't working, the scene didn't fit. All sorts of nastiness that kept me from getting this into a satisfactory state. Leave me some love if you get the chance, the heavy emotional content is draggging me down, and preventing faster updates. It takes a whole lot longer when you're pouring over every line due to dialogue rather than coasting thru descriptive paragraphs. Hope you like the new addition. I'll keep chugging through, though still slower than I'd like, but comments and ratings really do help. Love to all my readers. Thanks guys.

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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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