AN: This is a ficlet requested by beccly after I posted a meme asking telling people that I would write a fic for any slash characters. This is a 3x4x3

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or associated companies.

Warning: Yaoi, mention of sexual activities

Trowa's Life With Quatre

By butterflyshurricane

Being a kept man has its upsides. Trowa could not consider himself one, but that did not stop the newspapers declaring him an out of employment circus clown sponging off of the most eligible bachelor in the Earth Sphere. That made him laugh, the fact that they still called him a bachelor, even though they had been together twenty-five years. The thought had amused him so much that he had burst out laughing during foreplay, much to Quatre's chagrin.

"I'm sorry." He was still laughing.

"I understand, well, not really. It's not the reaction I was wanting when giving you a blowjob."

During breakfast, there had been three articles on the subject. Trowa never read them for one of the Maguanac, most likely Auda, had taken to trawling through all the newspapers and cutting out the offending articles, leaving Trowa with a paper with not much of a gossip column.

"I wish they wouldn't do this." Quatre huffed, folding the broadsheet around.

"Their devotion to you is admirable. Also a little frightening."

"But still!"

"I know, there's a great article about global warming that's cut out half way through on the back of this page. An ice shelf the size of Wales has done something."

"Relocated on top of actual Wales?"

"Cruel. When they say that, does it mean it's the same shape as well?"

"The stocks have gone down, the financial section has been cut out."

Trowa was always able to find out what they said, as Duo would phone and tease them about what he said, but also had thinly veiled threats and that if they wanted any of them taken care of, they would be gone by the end of the day. Catherine also called to tell them, but she was a bit more upset.

"What did she have to say?"

"That she can't believe they would write lies about out ordering whips and chains for sick little fetish fantasies."

"Did you tell her it was true?"

"Quatre, would you tell your sisters?"

"Good point."

The media made it sound like all he did was sit around being fed strawberries, when that had been just on their anniversary. He was involved with the local community, volunteering, and then there was accompanying Quatre to all the delegations and any event he was unlucky enough to attend. It was not like he was obsessed with Quatre, he just demanded to be with him all the time. Quatre did not mind. He actually requested that Trowa stalk him at one point. He had spent three weeks following the blond around and hiding. Quatre put a stop to the game after Trowa refused to leave the closet.

"Trowa, come to bed."

"No, I'm gonna wait till you go to sleep then raid your underwear draw again, maybe beat off a little, then watch you from the bushes."

"Stop this; I don't know if I'm aroused or uneased."

"Let me watch you wack off?"

"Why watch from in there, when you can come out here and do it yourself?"

"Good point."

Trowa and Quatre shared a full life, still hounded by the papers, whom seemed to be more pissed off that they had not split up yet than actually interested in gossip. Well into old age they lived together happily, especially after Quatre had taken early retirement at forty. Trowa could never express fully how he felt for Quatre as the words had not been invented yet that could describe the sheer joy and comfort he felt being near his lover.

Plus having a couple of billion did not hurt.