He never imagined this.
It truly never passed his mind.
They seldom talked to each other.
They barely crossed words.
They did not see each others as comrades or friends…Well not apparently … but last night, last night had changed everything…
And even though those thoughts were crossing his mind; his hand couldn't stop the movements over the creamy back he was now lavishing with soft and almost lazy strokes, nor his eyes ever stopped kissing each tiny almost imperceptible freckle over a tiny nose, the soft hue of pink in his lovers face or the long eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly over REM.
It all started quite simple. Almost every year since their departure from war, Quatre with the help of Relena and Dorothy, would throw what they liked to call a "family" reunion… meaning a magnificent ball, all food and drinks included and of course let's not forget what "family" implies for both of them… only about every single ambassador, senator, president and Oh-I-am-so-important-what-the-hell-are-you-looking-at people they could find in this universe... and beyond.
He was not being picky or ungrateful in having the opportunity to make contacts for his security company; he was not uncomfortable with the intention… only the scenery. But as the good old mercenary scholar that he was, he just blended in, smiled, seduced and conquered as a pro.
He knew his assets. He was not unfamiliar with the concept of "tall, dark and mysterious", and he knew by the way women and men alike turned their heads in his direction as he entered any place.
He had no problems at all with that… but his qualms resided in the fact that this was the fifth party they were hosting in a row…and the first one he had ever assisted too.
Why was this you might ask; well it was quite simple.
He talked to them regularly for his job. He needed Heero's expertise in computers, Wufei's knowledge in hand-in-hand combat and Quatre's contacts for possible full-time clients.
He did not talk to Duo. He never did and he hoped he never had to.
No way of doing it since he felt extremely guilty, not only for destroying Duo's Black-scythe, but also for abandoning him so impersonally when Heero had deposited him like a damsel-in-distress in his arms with an incredibly soft "Take care of him"
Yep, it was simple.
No one knew about that, everyone thought that he had just gotten behind. But the fact that Trowa still remembered how he discarded him so carelessly on the floor…still remains.
And even though Quatre asked Duo if he was ok in the way home… he briefly locked gazes with the green eyes, turned to Quatre, smiled and said "I just felt asleep".
Even after almost 5 years of that event, his friendship with Q, Wufei and Heero grew even to the point of being occasionally bed-partners. However his relationship with Duo never advanced. Not too much anyway… especially if he took into consideration that he made sure when he reunited with the other pilots, that Duo was not going to be there.
And here he was, being insecure for the first time in his life about seeing Duo Maxwell after all those years. Because he understood it was jealousy what motivated him to act towards the fey one in that way.
Jealous for the close proximity and honest smiles Duo shared with his Quatre.
Greedy for the "close" friendship he had with the guarded Heero.
He also made him envious for his ability to be so free-spirited and natural with "cold and hermetic" Wufei.
But specifically… afraid of the dark and complex feelings Duo inspired in him. And not being able to define if they were dismissal or wariness that converted them into a liability he could not digest too well.
He chuckled silently and continued his soft ministrations on his lover.
"And to think it took me almost-death-experienced missions for them to trust me, and you just arrived and did it without breaking a sweat" he whispered softly tracing his index finger on soft and swollen lips. Gawking at the little-one eyelashes which continued fluttering, and Trowa still marvelled in how long, curly and almost feminine they were.
He was hard. He had been exited since he woke up. He wanted to hop on over the supple body and enter him without preambles. He knew his opening was moist and full with his seed. He had made sure of that with the amount of times they had made love.
He could still savour the other's skin in his mouth, the texture of the soft tresses while he pulled the head backwards and the little shy moans he forced on their owner.
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The time had arrived when he received for the fifth time the elegant invitation in the mailbox of his condo. He grabbed the bridge of his nose, and started formulating believable excuses for his lack of participation this year again. But he stopped dead in his tracks once he started reading the little letter that accompanied the invitation.
"Dear Trowa,
I am very disappointed on you. Seriously, how long did you think you could pull out the excuses you gave us...more specifically me for not coming to the reunion?
I have to confess that the first time Duo gave me the hint that you were not coming because of him; I stopped talking to him for almost 4 days! Can you imagine? 4 days in which I did not have any kind of sexual gratification at all! I was so pissed that for the first time in many years Trowa that I was not able to think with my dick!
Fortunately, make up sex is really outstanding my dear or I would be as Duo likes to call it "Royally and fucking pissed!"
I off course happily made Heero investigate all the information you so solicitously gave me as excuses the last 4 years and you can very well imagine my surprise to discover that not only Catherine is in great health, but also fortunately fractured-free. You can only imagine also my delight to find out that your business is not "in the border of bankrupt" but making your bank account a very good "pick-up" line.
Seriously Trowa, I am disappointed. I refuse to even take into consideration what Duo told me. Please do not blame him. I already had my suspicions about your almost recurring absences to our meetings and party, but you must be really proud of me. It took me two and a half bottles of my Cheval Blanc wine to make him lose himself…and boy did he do that.
Anyways, I am going to have you picked up at the airport tomorrow at 7 am. Do not worry about transportation; my private ship will transport you here. I already talked to your assistant and cleared up your agenda for the next two weeks.
I hope you are excellent by the way, silly me, where are my modals.
See you soon.
Your friend,
Q"
Dear god, he could feel a headache coming. He looked at his watch and noticed that if Quatre's timing was as punctual as he remembered he had less than an hour to get ready.
But he also was very grateful for this opportunity to present itself. It was time to confront his ghosts and see what all this mess he had caused on himself would en up in.
He prepared his luggage and wallet with the conviction that whatever he packed was still going to be useless once Quatre decided to go shopping with him. He locked his door, activated his condo's alarm and descended the stairs just to find big and burly Rashid waiting for him with the limo's door opened.
Another headache coming, trust Quatre to make rich and notorious a new rule in his bucket list.
"Good afternoon master Trowa"
"Good afternoon also for you Rashid, still growing I see"
"Well, I can't complain at all I must admit it. My wife has no complains in that department. I am sure that everything is ready?"
"As ready as I can be with your tiny boss Rashid"
The big man laughed out loud while closing the limo's door- "Don't let him listen to you master Trowa, or you are going to see how "tiny" he can really be"
On his way to the airport, he double-checked the letter and found himself really irritated with Quatre's line of sex and Duo included. Surprisingly he did not know if he was jealous at the concept of Q and Duo together, and he knew he was pissed when he couldn't identify if it was towards Quatre… or Duo.
He did not know. He only frowned and offered a small smile to Rashid. He closed his eyes and decided to make an effort to relax in the time he had left before catastrophe.
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To his surprise, the topic was not mentioned during breakfast in Quatre's household. And Quatre gave not indication of talking about it. It was like that letter was never written. He even found himself in a very calm and familiar scene after almost 3 hours of his arrival to the manor. Quatre had given him instructions of relaxing and thinking what restaurant did he want for lunch. He contemplated his plans for the rest of the day with a cup of his favorite brand of coffee in his hand while he was leaning against the kitchen windows which lead to his also favorite landscape in Quatre's house. It was really beautiful. Quatre's mansion was placed in Cinque Terre beautifully constructed in perfect harmony with the cliff that was almost over the lake which waters were warm and cozy if you decided to swim a little bit. He knew that from experienced when he had swum in them in many nights with Quatre only to follow with slow sex in one of the many rooms in the place.
But his musings were soon interrupted by Duo's sudden appearance on the kitchen. And not only his appearance…but his "appearance" at that time in the morning.
He soon took into account that Duo had still to notice his figure in the kitchen and honestly he wanted the later not to happen to soon.
Years have been gracious on Duo…very good in fact.
He noticed that his height and built were slighter than Quatre's, he was perhaps in between 5.2 or 5.6 feet tall. Trowa rapidly deduced it was due to malnourishment in his childhood development. He also connected the last with the lithe and slim built in long, creamy, muscular and hairless legs that continued into what appeared to be a supple, round and what he assumed coin-bouncing pair of buttocks.
And how was he able to deduce the ass part you might ask…well it was again quite simple.
Duo was now bending in front on him, rummaging in the kitchen cabinets and making his nightshirt ride high on his thighs, giving Trowa the nice view, and the opportunity to analyze if Duo was in fact naked under the piece of clothe.
But again his contemplation was interrupted when Duo turned around and gave Trowa a full view if his also extremely attractive front.
Trowa discovered that it was not a nightgown shirt. But a silk dark emerald green shirt partially opened to the middle of it, showing that even though Duo must have suffered of a very poor diet on his tender years, years of exercise, piloting, mechanics and Quatre's care; gave him a very nice set of muscles that combined in a dashing way with the now more angular face, full rose lips and cat-like eyes he had.
Trowa found that Duo looked absolutely stunning in green with purple groggy eyes and chestnut reddish and attractively tousled hair. He swallowed with a little bit hurriedly noticing that his hair was undone, falling in soft ways over one of his shoulders which also lead him to see a little rose bud as a nipple under the cascades of hair that reach until his hipbone.
Duo stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted tiny movement on his peripheral vision and turned to fast that the contents in is arms fell all over Quatre's immaculate kitchen.
Trowa found himself a little bit mesmerized by the fast flash of feelings on Duo's face.
Shock, recognition, calm, shock, and embarrassment.
It was the last one that made Trowa lick his lips and come forward, leaving the now cool cup of coffee over the kitchen table and step few centimeters away form Duo only for his morbid fascination of the pale rose that Duo had when blushing.
Once he could smell Duo's clean fragrance because of their proximity, he dropped slowly to the floor and picked up the chocolate pop tarts and vanilla flavored small box of milk around Duo's long and aesthetic feet.
He started to stand up again not bothering to hide the fact that he was openly ogling and almost touching with his nose Duo's front body.
"I am sorry if I scared you. I had no idea that someone else was in the house. I presume you just woke up, right?"
"Ye-yeah. Ohm… I mean-n you didn't s-scared me…you j-just surprised me. That's all."
Trowa again was transfixed with Duo's antics when Duo raised his arm just to put his hand on his nape in what Trowa thought was a nervous movement. That tiny movement made his shirt ride a bit higher on his thighs.
There was again a silent moment before Trowa grudgingly moved over the toaster, popped open the pastries and placed them inside the device. Like if he were in his house, he moved in the kitchen, opened a cabinet, took out a glass and served Duo his drink.
Once they were ready, he placed the now hot tarts on a plate, turned around and looked at Duo, who had an almost in-wonder expression.
Duo didn't move and almost cutely started rolling a strand of hair with his small but agile hands.
Trowa moved forward, grabbed Duo by the curvy small of his back and helped him sit on a tall chair next to the countertop. Duo just offered a tiny smile and started eating in a slow process.
Trowa looked at the time and saw that it was thirty past ten in the morning and turned around to watch Duo again.
Unconsciously this caused Duo to frown and lower his face.
"I tend to wake up really early in the morning you know? But Quatre and Heero made me drink too much last night and when I woke up I discovered I was here and I didn't have my clothes"
"I am not judging you Duo; I was just wondering what time was it. Quatre told me he was going to return home at 12 so we could go for lunch"
"Oh, I see, I am sorry" And he looked then to the window.
"Are you lining in the planet? Last time I heard you were still living in L-2"
Duo again raised his head and looked at Trowa with interest.
"Yep. Quatre finally convinced me to move here with him"
Trowa found himself again with the nagging feeling he had felt in the limo, but this time it was more directed towards Quatre and even Heero. He was envious of them for being able to have Duo.
He felt aggravated, possessive and domineering in one second. He wanted to exert his dominant alpha side on Duo…mark him, take him and show it to others.
He was a hunter, and Alfa. That is why his relationship with big animals was so successful. They could recognize in him his energy and right now, he was on the hunt.