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Trinity
By : Aestas
Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Warning: Not beta'd, so typos ahoy!

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Trowa was still sitting on the couch pretending to read the latest reports on a recent narcotics bust by a Preventer’s unit one system over when he heard the car pull up in front of the house.

He heard the paper crinkle a bit under tense fingers. Duo had teased him for still buying the paper when he could subscribe online and not deal with the hassle of buying from a newsstand. He called it old fashioned, but Trowa enjoyed the sensation of gripping the textured print. There were too many holes in electronic equipment, too many ways to record information. Trowa knew this because it was his job to record information from others in very similar ways.

Of course, Duo would never think of how easy it is to steal information from something as harmless as an e-reader unless he saw it in action. But Trowa had himself created recording, visual and audio, systems that can be placed under a screen or in a camera lens of the popular cell model. Systems that can short out and blow someone’s head off with a single phone call command. Or that can send subliminal signals to the brain as someone read the morning comics.

And Trowa had no intension of telling him such things. Trowa didn’t like how dangerous things could be when he was in the picture; how seemingly harmless objects could kill you in an instant with only minor tampering.

His two lovers swept through the doors carrying two boxes of pizza and a bag containing soda of different flavors. Trowa stood to help, but Quatre breezed through, kissed him, pushed him back down on the couch and continued on his way to the kitchen.

They came back carrying a roll of paper towels, four glasses of soda, and the pizza boxes.

“Carpet picnic.” Quatre said in a sing-song voice before he stopped, grinned sheepishly, and amended. “Wood picnic.”

“That sounds dirrrrty.” Duo sat down on the wood floor, the coffee table coming a little below chest height. He pulled several sheets off the big napkin roll and handed them out as plates before pulling a greasy piece out of the box, strings of cheese hanging off, and plopping it onto his paper towel.

Trowa watched as Quatre placed two glasses in front of him before moving to sit near Duo on the floor. “We weren’t sure if you had a preference, so you’ve got one of each of Duo’s and my preference for non-alcoholic beverages, and you can drink whichever you like.”

Trowa remained on the couch where Quatre had left him.

As they began feeding themselves, Trowa settled in to the fact that their previous discussion was to be overlooked, at least temporarily. Trowa was not one that enjoyed conversation, he wasn’t really very good at it, but he did not intend to let Duo go without letting him know how vexed he was. Trowa nearly ending him aside, Duo would never allow a rookie to walk into one of his investigations and muddle with his prep.

And Trowa wouldn’t either. Yes, the braided man was his lover, but that’s no excuse for Duo’s behavior. And Trowa wasn’t going to just look the other way.

He watched the other two hide their discomfort at the evening’s earlier events, attempting to go on like everything was shiny, happy. No one was fooled, least of all them. Trowa took a slice of the pizza nearest him and began eating.

Silence as awkward as in the three’s first conversation settled, and like that first time, Duo broke the tension. He sighed heavily, tossed his half-eaten slice into the box, stood, walked over to Trowa, tossed his piece into the box behind him, and sat down in Trowa’s lap, legs to either side of his thighs.

The position could have been sexual if Duo had been pressing against Trowa’s crotch, but he was farther back on his legs. Duo’s hands came up to Trowa’s cheeks, framing his face with nimble fingers and firm pressure made sure Trowa’s face stayed full on with Duo’s.

Eye to eye contact this close was Duo’s intention. No hiding, from Duo or Trowa. Quatre slid around the table, staying on the floor, but near enough to lean against Trowa’s legs if that wouldn’t distort the view of his lovers.

Duo and Quatre had decided this in the car. Quatre would be near enough to touch either of them which would allow his empathy to let him know who’s experiencing what, but he would stay back so that Duo and Trowa could resolve their differences about this afternoon.

Duo’s fingers were gentle but firm, faces lined up, so Trowa could see every nuance of expression as Duo spoke. “I’m sorry.” His eyes were sad; his hands released their hold and slid along the skin of Trowa’s face. “I was so focused on my agenda that I risked yours.” Violet eyes dropped to Trowa’s chest, not really seeing anything.

“I’m sorry.” It was barely breathed aloud.

Trowa had expected a lot of things from his sometimes volatile lover, but not this. He accepted that Duo regretted his actions, at least some of them. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do the exact same again if he didn’t get what he felt he needed out of the experience.

“What was your agenda, Duo?”

Duo glanced down at Quatre and hesitated. This time it was Trowa’s hand under Duo’s chin that brought them back, eye to eye again. Duo sighed. “The conversation we had, when you confessed how dangerous of a man you were. I was afraid, hell, you were afraid, of what you were capable of.” He shook his head and looked back up to his silent lover. “I don’t care about danger. If I love someone, I’ll swallow a bullet for them with no reservations.” His hand drifted up to slide along Trowa’s cheek, hoping the man realized what he was saying. “But I’m stuck between two lovers. I’ll throw myself on your knife if that’s what it takes, but I would also put a bullet between your eyes if it would protect Quatre.”

That last sentence wasn’t issued as a threat, but it was firm, voice gaining confidence as he spoke.

Trowa’s hand gripped the back of Duo’s neck hard, and pulled him in for a fervent kiss. Duo’s eyes shot open as Trowa ravaged his mouth, just as he caught his footing and began reciprocating, Trowa pulled him back. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear you say, pixie.”

His words shocked Duo. “What?”

Trowa’s hand gentled, sliding down Duo’s neck and to his shoulder. “Unless I was wrong, you just said you love me, but you’ll kill me if I endanger Quatre. The only way I would be happier is if you would apply the protection to yourself as well as Quatre.”

Quatre spoke up. “Don’t I have some say in this?”

Duo and Trowa simultaneously answered. “No.”

The blond huffed and rolled his eyes.

Trowa pulled back, and Duo could literally see the shutters slide down on those green eyes. “You were trying to protect Quatre, that’s why you broke into my mission prep?”

Duo looked a little sheepish. “I guess, I was just trying to learn more about who you were. You’re not the best at answering questions.”

Trowa sighed; he looked down at Quatre and back up to Duo. “If I swear to be more forthcoming about what I do, will both of you stay away from my training grounds?”

“Yes.”

“Of course.”

Both of his lovers looked excited and a little apprehensive in the same breath. He supposed that was well earned. Trowa was not looking forward to this…at all. “Very well.”

Trowa stood up, and Duo stumbled backwards. Strong arms kept him from sitting on the pizza behind him. Then Trowa was walking past him.

“Wait, where are you going?”

The taller man turned back towards the others. “I was going to show you more.”

“Umm…can we eat first?” Duo was really excited with the prospect, but he was also really, really hungry.

Quatre laughed, Trowa smirked while nodding, and Duo practically danced back to the cooling pizza. Dinner was still pretty silent, but the atmosphere was much less tense.

Some time later, Trowa was walking into the safe room under the house with Duo and Quatre following behind him. Everything looked the same as the last time the two set foot in there. Two of the walls were solid steel, but the other two walls of the main area were compartments. Trowa had a coded keypad that unlocked the compartments.

One of the compartments was actually a large steel sheet that folded down to act as a desk or table. “This is my workspace. It serves me from everything to mechanics and engineering to cosmetics.”

“Cosmetics?” Quatre spoke up.

Trowa nodded. “I can’t use the same face for every ID, feather.”

“But you’re in the field for months. How do you keep from any make-up from wearing off?” Quatre was running his fingers across the shallow scratches in the steel table.

“It’s a little more complicated the normal make-up.”

Trowa hit a few more codes into the keypad, and other compartments opened up. Duo and Quatre watched as a drawer of prosthetics opened, false noses, strips of varying fleshed colored face pieces decorated the open space. Every piece was numbered as were contact cases shoved in the corner.

“I keep a record of every name, personality traits, general quarters, abilities, and the numbers of their disguise listed in a database here.” Trowa lifted the other opened panel to reveal a monitor. He pulled out a data chip, inserted it into the screen and a list of names and their information came up.

They watched Trowa scroll down to the name he wanted, and then a face popped up on the screen.

Curly, black hair greased back away from his face, near black eyes, a nose that had clearly been broken before, strong, square jawline with a prominent cleft in his chin, a thick neck that bled into what Duo remembered as a thick body.

Time froze for Duo. The picture in the frame was Ferdinand Mussini. He was a high level enforcer for mob boss, Luca Galinetta on Colony L3, sector 39852. That bust had been in the making for months, and several Preventers teams had been pulled in to help. Duo and Zechs were part of that bust.

And in an instant, he flashed back to Une’s orders prior to the bust. ‘We have a man on the inside who knows the bust is going down today. He’s wearing chest armor. Absolutely no headshots…”

Duo himself had shot the man. He had thought the man an idiot when he stood straight up, hand going for his gun in almost slow motion. It made more sense now, but it was still completely surreal. “I shot you…” Duo’s words were somewhat spluttered.

Quatre’s eyes went wide with Duo’s words, but the reason Trowa brought up that particular image and Duo’s stunned reaction made much more sense now.

A shallow smile painted Trowa’s lips. “How many times did you want to shoot me for how I treated Quatre? I thought it fitting that you were the one to take me down in that bust.” He tried to find the humor in the statement, but there was too much shock for Duo to overcome, and the joke fell flat.

Quatre stepped away from Duo’s reeling thoughts and studied the image. “He looks nothing like you.”

Trowa just nodded.

Duo tried to step away from the initial shock and focus. His mind went to everything he knew about Mussini. Vague familial relation to the boss who had risen through the ranks very quickly due to his brutality to those who questioned his loyalty, questioned his worth. Most of the violence was directed at the members within the organization, but there were other acts…His wrap sheet was long. “You’re criminal record…was it falsified?” Duo’s voice went soft.

Trowa flinched. “Some of it.”

“Trowa…” Duo’s face was becoming alarmed.

“Duo, don’t.” Trowa stepped back, hitting a key command to kill the program on the screen. “I can’t help the tests I’m given to prove myself in a new crime syndicate. This isn’t a clean operation, and I can’t stay above reproach. Not if I want to live. I warned you not to ask, but you wanted to know more. Here’s more: I’m a criminal. Hundreds of times over. If you can’t handle that, fine. But make your choice now because I won’t sit back and be judged every damn day for doing my job.”

“Trowa, we’re not…” Quatre spoke up, reaching for him.

But the taller man cut him off. “You two make yourselves at home. I’ll be upstairs if you have anymore questions.”

He turned and made it halfway through the room in the time it took Quatre to look at Duo to see the man in the middle of an internal struggle. But the blond had had quite enough. “Trowa Barton, get back here. You’ve run from us quite enough for one evening.”

The tone in his voice was enough to make both of his lovers turn and look at him. Quatre continued. “I know you’re dangerous, and I know you’re talented. You don’t have to hide that from us. I want to continue learning more, and if Duo can’t handle that, then he should be the one to go upstairs.”

The braided man felt well and truly scolded. Quatre’s tone was reprimand enough, paired with the words and the threat of removal was harsh enough to snap his head back into place. He had just indirectly confessed his love to this man less than an hour ago, and now he was ready to crucify him for information that, to be honest, Duo was already sure he knew.

Duo knew he was a wanted man; he had just turned a blind eye to it. It was easier to overlook when he didn’t know specifics. And if Duo was completely honest with himself, they were all criminals. They had all orphaned children in the Eve Wars, they had all set off explosives that killed many. They had all pulled the trigger, keyed the commands, to end soldier after soldier. Their crimes had been pardoned for their involvement in saving the Earth, but some of the populace thought them escaping unpunished was much less than what was deserved.

War crimes. Trowa had said as much, confessing, with Wufei and Heero as additional witnesses, that he was still at war. Duo took a deep breath and looked up at Trowa. He was walking back towards them slowly. His eyes looked wary as he watched Duo. The braided man realized Trowa was actually worried about his reaction.

“So, do you have any cool spy gadgets?” Duo’s voice was less confident that his wording, but it seemed to do the trick when Trowa’s face softened just the slightest.

Trowa walked past them, shutting the opened compartments and panels. He then turned to the other sectioned wall and its keypad. A drawer unlocked, and he pulled it out. “These are all recording and anti-recording devices.” He began pointing out specifics. “This emits a ten meter radius of EMG pulse that disables any bug temporarily or permanently, depending on the setting. This is a print camera, the device can be glued to my finger just like a set of bogus finger prints, a wireless signal reassembles the images and records them in an area more hidden.”

He tried to move on, but Duo called him on it. “An area more hidden? Meaning…?”

Trowa sighed. “Meaning I swallow the films and their recorder in an enzyme resistant liner. It can stay in my stomach for 72 hours before stomach acid begins to penetrate the liner.”

The other two looked at him with wide eyes. “Isn’t that a little extreme?” Quatre spoke up.

Trowa shook his head. “Have you ever heard of ‘a wand;’ its an anti-wire device?”

Duo nodded, but Quatre negated the question.

“It’s a device that is used to read any signal or frequency emitted by electronic devices. A wire, a cell phone, a camera, any active electronic device is found. Many high security groups use them on their underlings periodically, it keeps them honest. Thugs aren’t as stupid as they used to be, they know that anybody can be turned with the right pressure, even the most trusted. The print camera doesn’t run a continuous signal, only when I record something, and even then, the signal is very muted due to its internal base. The only proof would be if they stripped my fingers or sent me through an Xray machine. And even then, doesn’t have any metal components, it’d just show up as an enlarged stomach, maybe a tumor.” Trowa’s mouth quirked.

“I’ve never heard of something like that.” Duo spoke up.

“Of course not. I created it, built it. Most of these devices are my creation to get around a problem. If no one knows it exists, they can’t guard against it.” Trowa picked up a thin, flexible sheet of something about the size of his palm. “I’ve been working a lot with film technologies.” He peeled off a clear overlay that apparently covered an adhesive then stuck the clear plastic sheet to the steel surface on the near wall. “Now this whole room could be monitored from my laptop in the bedroom.”

“That’s amazing. I don’t even see any recording pieces in the sheet.” Quatre studied the sheet.

“Its still almost useless. A sheet that big is very visible. I’m trying to condense it, but its slow in coming. Its only use right now, is if I can put it under another screen, like on a laptop, tv, or vid screen. I have other options for now.” Trowa turned back and began showing them more traditional bugs, some decoys.

All in all, it was pretty impressive, but Duo and Quatre could see fatigue setting in. The blond could literally feel how bone weary Trowa became explaining the details of his job. It wasn’t something he enjoyed, not in the least. And even though, these devices were amazing, something to be proud of, Trowa held no pride or sense of accomplishment from them.

The film advancements alone were something that could change technology universe-wide. He just viewed them as a burden, something to help him get the information he needed and get the hell out as quick as possible.

It saddened Quatre to feel this coming from his steadfast lover. He reached out and put his hand on Trowa’s arm, interrupting another explanation. “Its getting late, Trowa.” He reached, gripped Duo’s hand, and brought it to his mouth, blue eyes still locked on green. “Take me to bed?”

Duo’s laugh choked off as Quatre slid one of his fingers into his mouth. “What happened to shy, blushing Quatre?” His words were breathless.

Quatre pulled Duo’s finger from his mouth, slick and hot, he dragged the digit down his throat, tipping his head back. “Its past his bedtime.” He panted, a little bit of a show, a little over the top, but he felt Trowa pull out of his melancholy. He felt lust build within the room, then hands were on him, and he felt the smile take over his face.

They all managed to make it up to the bedroom in a confused tangle of limbs and lips, hands grabbing desperately at whatever flesh they could expose. Quatre felt himself pushed back onto the bed, no longer tangled in the group. He looked up, confused, to see Trowa looking down on him, hand out gripping Duo’s arm to keep him from joining Quatre on the bed.

“Patience, little feather.” Trowa’s voice caressed the blond like a physical force.

Trowa turned to Duo, pulling him close, mouth sucking at the ear farthest from Quatre. The smaller man could hear Trowa’s low tone drifting, but couldn’t make out what was being said. Duo smirked, hiding it quickly in the skin of Trowa’s neck.

But not quickly enough, Quatre knew something was coming, he just wasn’t sure what. It made him nervous, but insanely hard at the same time to know his lovers were planning on ganging up on him. He stripped his shirt off, toed off his shoes and waited, watching Trowa’s hands roam Duo’s stomach and chest under his clothes.

Duo’s hands ripped his shirt over his head, and returned to do the same to Trowa’s. The taller man pulled Duo back in for another heated kiss as his shirt cleared his head. Quatre enjoyed watching their tongues battle for a moment before they both pulled back, breathing heavily, staring at each other. Then, as one, they turned to look at Quatre. The temperature in the room skyrocketed, and Quatre felt lust rush him like a physical force.

Trowa walked over to the bed slowly, sliding his belt out of his pants like one would expect of a stripper. “I think its time for Quatre to learn what his kink is.”

Duo laughed, a dark, rich noise that made Quatre’s stomach tremble and his groin jump. Nervous but scathingly hot.

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Yeah, sorry about the cut off point, but the next part is pretty long. On the bright side...Lots of sexy times next chapter! Woot. Drop a line if you have the time, I love hearing you guys' opinions. Plus, it does make me write faster...which I obviously need since I haven't een on my weekly schedule in months! Truly sorry. Cuddles, and I'll mosey on over to the forums to respond as soon as I get the chance.

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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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