Adult-FanFiction.org : Gundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA

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.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Sometimes, life is a bitch. Now, I know that's an obvious and overly used observation, but it fits right now. Today is Friday, my favorite day of the week because, if there are no missions, it marks the beginning of my party time. I usually wake up in a cheery mood, plotting my plans for the much anticipated time off. But no such luck this time. You wouldn't be happy either if you had to listen to those two go at it two nights in a row. And I thought Heero was supposed to be sick!
Yesterday morning I made a simple comment to Quatre about the 'bumps' I heard in the night and he begged me to keep my mouth shut. At the time I'd found the whole affair amusing. But after two sleepless nights... yeah, not so much.
Now, if I'm being completely honest with myself, I didn't actually have to listen to them. I could go home, but that presented a whole other issue I'm doing my damnedest to ignore at the moment.
******
When Duo reached the kitchen and found Quatre bouncing happily as he fixed a tray for Heero's breakfast in bed. The cook, Marty, watched the blond with amusement from his seat at the table where he was polishing the silver.
Duo grunted. “Glad someone thinks he's amusing,” he muttered as he poured a cup of coffee and put in enough cream and sugar to make Marty gag.
Quatre looked up, a hurt expression on his face. “Duo?”
“Sorry, I haven't gotten much sleep the last two nights what with all the moaning and screaming going on in the room next door.” Quatre's face reddened and Marty chuckled. “Seriously, Quat, you can't be that good.”
Marty howled and the blush deepened, but he raised his chin. “Don't take it out on me just because you're not getting any.”
Duo's jaw dropped at the uncharacteristic vulgarity from the blond. Marty dropped his face to the crook of his arm on the table, shoulders shaking with mirth. Quatre's own eyes were a little wider than normal, showing his own surprise at his words. He snatched up the tray and all but ran from the room.
Duo looked to Marty who had yet to recover. “Laugh it up, moron.”
He looked up, wiping tears from his eyes. “Sorry, I just can't believe Mr. Winner said that.”
Duo drained half his cup of coffee and pulled out his keys. “See you later.”
The drive to work was an uneventful affair, but his mind was running through what had become a morning ritual for him. He worried about how to act around Wufei. He worried that his lover... if you could still call him that... would try to talk to him. He worried about not seeing him. He worried about whether or not he was taking care of himself, not that Wufei was incapable of taking care. No, his boyfriend was more than able, his wounded pride reminded him. And the anger returned.
“Duo!” Ronnie met him at the elevator, a grin on her face. “How are you today?”
He groaned and leaned against the wall as they began to move upwards to the fifth floor of the building. “It'd be better if the rabbits would tone it down.”
Her brows drew together. “Huh?”
He backtracked and realized his slip. “Uh...”
Veronica wasn't stupid in the least. She easily put the 'rabbit' comment together with the fact that Duo was staying with Quatre and Heero, and her eyes widened. “They hooked up? Seriously?”
He cringed. “Don't say anything, Ronnie. Quatre will kill me.”
She nodded. “Of course I won't.” They stepped on to the floor that held their offices. “Did you get the update on the Mitchell case?”
“Yeah, personally, I think it's nothing serious.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Marks seems to think it is.”
He snorted. “Marks is a conspiracy theorist.” He ducked into his office. “You watch, Une will drop the case by the middle of next week.”
She raised a shoulder, glancing down the hall. Her eyes narrowed slightly and Duo leaned back out the door, following her gaze. Trowa was talking with Linda, the newest member of the office workers. She was in her early twenties and could have easily been a lawyer as opposed to a secretary. Ronnie huffed and Duo looked to her.
“What's wrong? You don't like Linda?”
She snorted. “She's out to get him and he doesn't even realize it. I've asked him to stay away from her, but does he? No! He claims I don't know what I'm talking about.” She looked back to Duo. “He's clueless. He has no idea how other people perceive him.”
Duo pursed his lips and moved back into his office. “He's not the only one.”
A delicate eyebrow lifted. “Oh?”
He fell into his chair with a grunt. “Watch him carefully. Better than I did, at least.”
She shut the door. “So that's what happened with Wufei? Some persistent guy finally got to him?”
He leaned his elbows on his desk and rubbed his face. “Yeah.”
“How'd they meet?”
“I really don't want to talk about this. All right?”
She nodded slowly and left the room. Trowa caught up to her as she made her way down the hall. “How is Linda doing?”
“Good. I think she's ready to accept the fact that Jeff really does love her and he isn't just out for her body.”
Ronnie snuggled into her boyfriend's side. Although he rarely expressed emotion to the outside world, he had a heart of gold. “I'm glad to hear it.”
“What happened this morning?”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
He took her shoulders and turned her to face him. “You got sick again and left the apartment while I was in the shower.”
“Oh, sorry, I had a lot on my mind and forgot to tell you I had to leave early.” She kissed him quickly, hoping to stall any more questions. “I have to run, sweets. I've got some research to do.”
“New case?”
“Hm, something like that,” she evaded, dark eyes sparkling as she danced away and blew him a kiss. “See you at home, lover.”
Trowa shook his head at her antics. She was the most unpredictable person he'd ever met. Duo flashed through his mind and he amended the thought to ONE of the most unpredictable. He moved into his office and groaned at the piled-up paperwork on his desk.
******
Heero took slow, deep breaths, trying to calm his rolling stomach. He didn't know why he bothered as it hadn't worked the last week. He jumped from the bed but was quickly caught in strong arms and settled back to sit on the edge of the mattress, a bucket held out for him to empty everything he'd managed to get down at breakfast and lunch, which wasn't much. Everything tasted horrible to him, a side-effect of the chemo.
“Swish and spit,” a calm voice demanded gently, but it wasn't the voice he wanted to hear. He did as told; however, and laid back to the bed as Mike directed.
“Where's Quatre?”
“In... Do want me to get him?”
Heero slit his eyes open. “He's in a meeting, isn't he?”
Mike nodded slightly, cursing his slip. “But he left strict instructions. If you want him, he's here.”
He took a breath. “No, it's all right. I'll wait till he gets done.”
Mike tilted his head to the side. “Can I offer some advice without getting my head bit off?”
“I guess.”
Mike smirked. “I've been in your position before. You want to be strong. You don't want your loved ones to worry... Mr. Yuy, they're going to worry no matter what. There's no way around that. If you need them to be there, if for no other reason but just to be with them, then allow it. Don't worry about them. They WANT you to need them. They need you to need them. Because right now, all those who love you, feel like they can't do shit to help you.
“Let them do what they can.” He smiled softly. “Do you want me to call Mr. Winner?”
Heero bit his lip. “Yes.”
Mike smiled and patted his shoulder. “I'll be right back.”
Five minutes later, the nurse returned with Quatre in tow. Heero smiled softly as he noticed the plain khakis beneath the tie and jacket. It was a video-conference apparently. The blond quickly shrugged off the jacket and tie, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“You all right?”
Heero nodded. “Yeah... I just...” He what? Felt alone? Weak? Tired... Scared? All of the above, he decided. “I just wanted to see you. I'm sorry. Was it an important meeting?”
Blond brows drew together and he cupped Heero's cheek. “Nothing is more important than you.”
Heero closed his eyes at the contact. He nuzzled the warm palm. “Quatre, I... I wish we had happened sooner,” he whispered.
Quatre licked his lips. “Me too.”
A wave of pain rolled over Heero and he sucked in a breath, releasing it slowly through his nose. “How much weight have I lost?”
“Ten pounds, roughly,” Mike supplied.
Heero clenched his teeth. That was no good. It was too much too fast. If he didn't force more down his throat he would be dead from malnutrition before the cancer could kill him. He slit his eyes open and noticed the worry and fear in Quatre's eyes.
“I'm sorry. I'll do better.”
Quatre shook his head. “Don't apologize for being sick. If anything, this is J's fault. But not yours. Never yours.”
Heero raked a hand through his hair. “Quatre?”
“Hm?”
“Can you grab that bucket?”
Mike pressed it to the blond's hands and went to the bathroom for a fresh, wet washcloth as Heero dry-heaved. A small amount of water came up, but that was it. Heero leaned his back to the raised bed and sucked in gasping breaths as Quatre ran the cloth over his face.
He raised a hand to the blond's, stilling it in it's ministrations. “You deserve better.”
“Stop telling me what I deserve. If I get a month or a lifetime with you, it would make my life worth living.” He kissed Heero softly. “I'm counting on the lifetime, though.”
Heero's lips curved up slightly. “I'll do my best to give it to you.”
Mike's heart broke at the scene. He'd seen very few cancer patients at the Japanese man's stage live through it, and he prayed with everything inside him that he could add Heero to the numbers of survivors.
TBC....
Reviews and ratings loved and appreciated. ^_^
- 6
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Surrender