Notes and Disclaimers: I don't own GW, but what a pity though.
Teacher Troubles
Prologue
"Another mission Trowa?" a sad voice said from in the direction of the bed.
17-year-old Trowa Barton turned away from his laptop to face his sweet blond lover. "Yes. It's in the United States. It doesn't say how long I'll be gone either." He replied, his monotone ringing through the medium-sized room.
With a sigh Quatre Raberba Winner sank even lower under the covers, almost hiding himself from sight. He hated it when his lover had to leave on a mission that was solo. He turned on his side away from the rest of the room, a couple of tears escaping down his cheeks.
Concern flashed in Trowa's deep green eyes as he watched Quatre on the bed and knew at once that he was crying. Swiftly going to the bed he knelt on it and leaned over the blond's form. Placing a hand on his bare back he rolled the blond over to see his face. But Quatre turned his face away when he lay on his back.
"Quatre, look at me," Trowa said softly.
The blond slowly turned his teary blue gaze up to his tall lover. Trowa reached out and gently cupped a cheek and ever so softly caressed it. Quatre closed his eyes and then felt Trowa lean over and press his lips softly to his own. The blond extracted his arms from beneath the covers and slid them up and around Trowa's neck, pulling him down all the way onto the bed. Trowa now half laid on his lover on the bed and moved his arms so that he was braced on his forearms; he didn't want to crush Quatre.
Quatre opened his mouth to Trowa when the taller pilot ran his tongue over his soft lips. Their kiss thus deepened and continued for a few minutes. When he pulled up from lack of air he leaned his forehead against Quatre's and stared down into his blue eyes. While they caught their breaths back Trowa remained up on this forearms, keeping his full weight off the smaller young man part way beneath him. The blond buried his fingers in Trowa's hair and played with it. He still looked sad, but he felt comforted by the love he'd just received from his beloved.
Trowa slowly sank down, lying partway on Quatre, burying his head into the soft skin of the blond's neck. Quatre wrapped his arms tighter around the taller pilot and held him against him and pressed a soft kiss to his hair.
"So when are you leaving?" Quatre whispered. One hand strayed up Trowa's own bare back, very softly, causing him to shiver. That caused Quatre to smirk and soon he began to trace small, but soft circles on the smooth, if not a bit scarred skin.
"Tomorrow morning." Trowa replied, his breath tickling Quatre's skin.
The blond shuddered and squirmed ever so slightly. His fingers twitched a tiny bit against the skin beneath them and he felt Trowa's lips widen into a smirk. Trowa pressed a feather light kiss to the skin under his lips and felt Quatre give another shudder.
It took a couple of tries, but Quatre managed to ask, "What kind of mission is it?"
With his lips moving against the sensitive skin, making Quatre continue to shudder, Trowa replied, "Undercover. Now, no more talk about it. I have different plans with which to use our last night together for awhile." Trowa smirked. He raised up to see Quatre's face and found the blond blushing. Trowa let out a low, husky chuckle and caught the blond's lips in a passionate kiss.
Two weeks passed since Trowa had left when Duo Maxwell, also roommate in the very large mansion that was one of the many Winner estates, came running through the main hall to the spacious kitchen where his lover Heero Yui was finishing his morning cup of coffee. Quatre sat at the table across Heero, his own mug of tea cradled in both hands. The two looked up when the loud pilot of Deathscythe burst into the room and screeched to a halt just a couple of feet from the table.
"It's way to early to hear your obnoxious banter Maxwell. Take it elsewhere." A Chinese young man, Chang Wufei, said from where he leaned against the counter by the sink.
Heero smirked at his lover before hiding his mouth behind his upraised mug.
"But what if it's to tell you that we received a new, undercover mission?" Duo's voice raised a bit in his excitement.
Quatre's gaze instantly went up to his friend, "Where?"
Wufei's and Heero's attention too, was now on the loud pilot.
"The United States. I finally get to stop using Japanese!" Duo said with a small, devious little smile on his face.
Heero rolled his dark blue eyes and took another drink of his coffee.
"What's prevented you from using your own language?" Wufei said, a slight disgusted tone in his voice. He crossed his arms over his chest, his own cup of tea steaming just behind him on the counter.
Duo turned his blue-violet eyes to the stoic Chinese young man, "Because Japanese is the language we are all most fluent in." he replied. There was a pause.
"You know, sometimes you're smarter than you look." Wufei said with a snort. He turned his eyes away from Duo and took up his tea. Taking a long drink he ignored the small glare sent his way.
"Well anyway, when do we leave and what is the mission?" Quatre inquired.
Duo's face went back to his normal cheerfulness as he turned to the blond and replied, "We leave tomorrow afternoon and we're going as students to some public high school."