Hello Gundam Wing fandom... i'm back after like... 1000 years...

Summary:

10 years since the last major set of battles, since the gundams Quatre's path seemed to derail as soon as it got going. His sisters took over the family business. He was uprooted from earth and moved to a colony furthest away from everyone. Working a day to day job as an engineer, on medication for health problems, and struggling with a boring diet. It had been five years since he backed out of being a preventer, and expressed feelings for his dearest friend. Only he was inadvertently rejected. Leading a somewhat dull life, Quatre is unaware of the cage he's in until Duo and Trowa decide to crash in.

Warnings:

Some sexual content (Lime), light graphic content, MxM relationship

Pairings:

3 x 4, light mentions o and 1 x R/2 x H

Thankfully the two others had left his bathroom orderly. No hair from Duo's long mane, no errant grossness left behind.

He showered quickly, not wanting to be a bad host. Also his growing fatigue was starting to slow him down.

"Thanks for waiting." He said as he exited the bathroom with his night shirt and pants on. His hand running through his damp hair. Discarding some of the errant strands in his bedroom trash.

"No problem blondie." Duo said and stretched. "We'll probably be gone before you get up in the morning, we'll clear out everything so you wont have to worry, less you wanna come along for the ride?"

Quatre shook his head and smiled. "Thanks, but I work tomorrow, it'd be better if I distance myself far from whatever you have planned. I still have to live here for a while." He explained.

Trowa and Duo exchanged glances.

"Well if you change your mind." Duo said. "I call couch!" he wheeled around and fell on the couch.

"Trowa you can have my bed, you will need it more." Quatre gestured to his room. "Feel free."

"You were the one who didn't get any sleep last night, you should sleep in it."

"I'll be fine, I have a thick pallet I can pull out and sleep on." He put up his hands. "I insist."

Trowa sighed but smiled. "Alright."

Duo chuckled. "Well we should all get to bed." He stretched on the couch and pulled out his PDA. "You gotta blanket?"

Quatre nodded and went to the hall closet and grabbed one and gave it to Duo. Then grabbed his extras for a pallet and made it in one corner opposite his bed. The room was bigger than the front room, and he knew that Duo snored and they would be moving about in the morning.

Quatre laid in the corner of his room, curled up on his pallet. The earlier fatigue numbed his brain, the social interactions of the afternoon and evening were enough to lull him without reading. After a few seconds he'd forget the train of thought he had, until the thoughts ceased altogether. He held his pillow to his chest, neck bent so that he could rest his head on it.

Trowa laid in the other's bed, enjoying the bit of comfort it gave him. He would glance down at the blonde on the pallet on the floor. He sat up after a while, getting a good look at the other in the dim light that came from outside.

"I want to tell you that I l-l…" he paused, his face getting hotter and redder. "Really care about you…. deeply." He forced out the last bit, hoping that the emphasis would make it clear to the other. As the seconds passed, the growing regret started. His head filled with unrealistic anxieties.

Trowa stared down at him, scratched his nose for a second time and smiled. "I care about you too Quatre." He patted the blonde's shoulder. "I'll see you soon, they're calling our shuttle to board."

Quatre felt his chest tighten. "Alright, say bye for Du- I mean me..." He took a deep breath. "Tell Duo I said bye." Quatre turned on his heel and with his head down he quickly walked down the hall and to his car.

Duo looked up when he saw Trowa headed back. "What did Q say?" He asked.

"That he cared about me deeply, and left." Trowa grabbed his bag and glanced over his shoulder.

Duo tensed his brows, his eyes squinting as he stared at the other. "What did you say back?"

"Just that I cared about him too, and said my goodbyes." Trowa now a bit baffled himself.

"I'm not trying to assume or anything, but it sounds like he was confessing to you." Duo queried. "Like... romantically? I mean he asks about you, you two hit it off better than Heero and I ever did."

Trowa turned in the direction of where Quatre left them. "Hmn.."

Quatre opened his eyes, feeling over heated and needed to strip off his blanket. When he moved he felt some restriction not only above him, but the floor gave way when he shifted. It wasn't the floor, but his bed. First his mind reacted to the idea that Trowa switched places with him, and it was already morning. Then he remembered the other restriction, the one that pinned down his arm and had heat coming off of it.

The arm that was heavily laid across his chest. That's where the extra warmth came from, the heat that suddenly made the skin on the back of his neck itch and his face flush.

"Tr-"

"Shh.. sleep." He couldn't tell if Trowa was awake, or just mumbling incoherently.

"But.. Trowa." Quatre whispered, his voice nearly at a hiss.

The other moved suddenly, his head propping up on his hand. The bed shifted some and Quatre realized how awkwardly close they were.

"W-why did you.."

"I couldn't sleep, seeing you down there on the floor." Trowa whispered.

"Oh.." Quatre needed a drink of water, cold water, then remembered. "I forgot.. I think I forgot to take my medication." He quickly got up, almost glad he forgot, at least he could put some space between him and the other ex-pilot.

Trowa didn't let him get very far out of bed before grabbing him first at the shirt, then arm. The blonde was back in bed and he moved over him, pushing him deeper into the mattress.

Quatre's eyes bugged out a little as he tried to avoid the other's eyes. His hands buried deep under his back and his shoulders tight in their sockets. "Trowa?"

"You need to stop taking the pills Quatre." He could feel Trowa staring at him, burning holes in his face.

Quatre felt a bit frustrated, Trowa had no right to say what he did or didn't need. "I need them, because of my anxiety.." He whispered, his voice deepening some. He grabbed the blanket under him, to refrain from pushing the other off of him.

"Quatre, the medical facility on this colony manufactures a drug that is used on ex-soldiers. Its a program that makes them docile, makes you anxious." Trowa whispered. "I saw you hadn't gotten any sleep yesterday night, because you were in a panic. Dont you think that since you took the drug, that you'd be calmer? More focused and relaxed thinking someone had been in your house?" He reached down and grabbed Quatre's hand, his fingers pressed to the inside of his wrist. "Despite everything, your blood pressure is low, pulse is relaxed.

Quatre blinked, and took a deep breath. His heart wasn't being faster, he was only sweating because Trowa was large and put off a lot of heat. He didn't have a headache, his jaw pain was gone. He wasn't even clenching it. He glanced up at Trowa who lightly smiled down at him. "No..."

"All three of those pills, they are the same, just aesthetically different." He replied. "Seeing you on the train, yesterday morning we knew you were in trouble," Trowa's hand moved away from his, and reached up to push some hair from the blonde's face.

Quatre pulled his head away. "I dont want you to do that.."

"Why?" Trowa asked, pulling his hand away.

"It's idiotic… I'm sorry." Quatre whispered and looked away.

"No, I'm sorry for what I said last time." Trowa whispered. "I've given it a lot of thought, a lot of sleepless nights even."

"I'm sorry.." Quatre whispered.

Trowa shook his head and finally moved off of the other knowing that even if he did try to get the medication he'd not find any. "Quatre, don't apologize right after I have."

Quatre got up from the bed. "I'm j-just getting water." He whispered and left the room. Hoping that the other would lay down and sleep and let him return to the pallet.

Trowa followed him. "I need a drink too." Trowa shed his overshirt, leaving himself in boxers and a tank.

Quatre handed him a filled glass, and filled his own. Trying to drink quietly so that he didn't disturb Duo while he snored on the couch.

Trowa glanced over to the front room area and then to Quatre. "Do you still feel that way?"

Quatre choked and lightly coughed. "I.." Even with choking a bit his panic never rose. He sighed. "I dont know.. It was so long ago." Quatre took another drink.

Trowa finished his drink, and remained quiet at Quatre's side as the other drank slowly. When the other took too long, he grabbed the glass from his hand and set it down in the sink. Then moved to where the other couldn't evade him anymore.

Quatre's eyes moved to the floor, the blood rushing to his face some as he felt the other get close. "Trowa I…"

Trowa didn't give much of a warning other than a slight movement of his head, and as soon as the blonde finally looked at his face he closed off the inches and grabbed the back of Quatre's head gently. He knew that Quatre wasn't weak, nor unskilled. If the other didn't like this he'd find out soon enough.

Quatre only pulled back for a second, before some sense of calm washed over him. Deep in the back of his head he was happy, Trowa was kissing him. Something he'd imagine late at night when he'd go over that stupid scenario at the shuttle port again. How instead of saying what he did, Trowa would smile and kiss him, whisk him away or stay with him. He felt his eyes roll before he realized what was actually going on. He gripped Trowa's shoulder and pushed away.

Trowa was now having a hard time looking at Quatre, who now stared at him.

Parts of Quatre wanted to yell, to kick Trowa out of his house. To curse at him for waiting so freaking long to find him. To say it wasn't fair that Trowa was going to leave in mere hours.

"You look angry." Trowa whispered. "I'm sorry."

Quatre grabbed Trowa's arm and pulled him back to the bedroom. "You shouldn't have done that, you should have stayed quiet and stayed away from me. It doesn't matter that I'm taking downers. It doesn't matter that you waited five ridiculously long years to finally figure out your feelings. You're leaving in a few hours, with Duo, and probably never coming back. I'm not going with you, I'm staying here."

Trowa stared down at him. "Is that what you want?"

"If it wasn't, I wouldn't be so angry with you." He whispered. "My sisters suggested I come here to 'retire' and that's what I intend to do."

"Alright.. I understand." Trowa sat down. "I'm sorry for the way I acted,"

Quatre shrugged and looked away, a soft smile on his face as he relaxed. "It… was nice.. just a bit overdue and unexpected." he resisted the urge to lick his lips. "I'm going back to sleep… on my pallet." He said and walked over. He just wanted to be alone, have that as his parting gift.

Trowa caught him. "Please." Was all he said.

Quatre mentally cursed the other, seeing his placid face wasn't what made him agree, but Trowa's eyes, stupid green eyes melted his resolve. He nodded and sat down on the side of the bed. Across from Trowa who sat on the foot of the bed, waiting for him to get in.

Trowa watched and waited for Quatre to get comfortable before crawling in next to him, his hand pushing into the soft mattress as he reached across Quatre with the other.

Quatre glanced over his shoulder, watching Trowa lay down, pressing some against his shoulders and back. He tensed up and moved a bit so that Trowa could have more space.

Trowa pulled him right back into him after getting situated.

Quatre tried to relax some, a string of curses ran through his mind, knowing he'd be too hot. Between the inward complaints, different things popped up. He had a feeling this was probably Duo's suggestion. It seemed way off base for Trowa. That scent came back from earlier, the dismissed thought crashed through his subconscious… wait why was Trowa rubbing his chest?

Trowa had caressed, and was further folding himself around the slightly smaller blonde under him. "Quatre.."

Quatre stared at the wall, he wasn't sure if he was angry or sad, or wanted to just say to hell with it. "Trowa.." He glanced some over his shoulder and felt again lips press against his. He relaxed and returned the kiss.

If it were possible, Trowa pulled the other even closer to him in the bed. His legs held against Quatre's as his left hand made it's way up and down his chest. His fingers tracing along the skin whenever he got a small glimmer of it.

Quatre jumped at the touch, his mind dissolving at the thought of them being intimate. Love making was done by a husband and wife, to make children. Something he felt ashamed of the moment he learned of his mother's demise. Environmentally it made him less interested in women. Unnaturally afraid of producing a child that would take his wife away from him like he had to his father.

As a child, Trowa only knew war, love was non-existent. Replaced by camaraderie and brotherhood. Sex was seen as a woman's greatest weapon, taught by the older soldiers. His only experience with love had been familial, Catherine had taken up role as his doting sister. The idea of romantic, or even sexual intimacy didn't become apparent until after the war. Sort of blind-siding him when Duo brought up that he got Hilde pregnant. Or when Heero became awkward around his long time mission partner. And when Quatre confessed his feelings. Even Wufie commented on his oblivious nature, the widower who was on the surface quite sexist, but probably in love with Sally. Duo tried to lecture him on the ins and outs, and even tried to trick him into watching adult material he'd pirated. At that point he noticed it more, Relena's insistence on Heero being her bodyguard and how they'd disappear for a couple hours. Or the change in mood Duo had when he got back from visiting his family.

Quatre's moan brought Trowa back to reality, his hitched breath as Trowa's mouth had finally moved from his sore lips. Quatre tried to stay quiet, he didn't want to wake Duo, or anyone else who may be within distance. He buried his head into his pillow as he felt lips run over his neck and shoulder. Over the tattoo and into the back of his hair.

Trowa pulled Quatre onto his back and moved over him once again. Kissing his lips as his hands ran up into his blonde hair then down again over his chest. He pulled at Quatre's night shirt, wishing it would just disappear or would have buttoned down so he didn't have to part.

Quatre turned his head, needing to breath a little after that onslaught on his mouth. He felt Trowa's unwillingness to give up move down his neck again. He turned his head to give a bit more access as he lifted his waist some, letting the shirt move up just a little for the moment.

Trowa gave in and pulled away for a moment to discard the blonde's shirt, condemning it to the floor for the rest of the night. When he looked down at the other, he smiled and tugged off his own tank top. The less material, the cooler it'd be and the further they could go.

Quatre's back arched when Trowa came back to pay attention to him, he was going to admit the few seconds of discarding clothes made him sober some.

Trowa buried his face into the other's neck. Pressing his hips and pelvis into Quatre like he was trying to meld together. Once he caught his lips again, and their owner kissed back more feverishly, his hands proceeding.

Quatre jumped when he felt the bit of foreign body press between his legs. The hand that followed seemed to know how to touch him just so, fingers stroking along the material just over his crotch. He took a deep breath after he again pulled from the others mouth to catch a second.

Trowa's mouth also moved downward, leaving a trail of kisses along Quatre's chest. Enjoying the little sounds the blonde made as his back arched some. His teeth raking against the lightly tanned skin.

The things he felt, the beat of his heart was so unnatural to him, Quatre had to try and keep his head about him. He wanted to release some pressure that holding his voice caused. He let out a loud shuddered breath as he turned his head away from watching the other move down.

He watched the wall, the shadows that pressed against it showed Trowa moving further down. He didn't see, but felt the hem of his boxers and pants slide past his thighs, and away from his feet.

Quatre's legs bent suddenly and he moved away. "W… what are…" Quatre pulled his knees closer to his chest. "Trowa…" he whispered.

Trowa was on his knees and he held up his hands. "Nothing you dont wish." he whispered, his voice low as he grabbed the blonde's ankle.

Quatre was happy the lights were off, he'd not be drawn into those eyes that would grab him by the heart strings. Though for some reason, the normally monotone voice Trowa usually had, had shifted to something strange.

"Quatre… I." Trowa was just as anxious as he was, his tone showed that he was trying to make out a sentance. Traces of desire threaded through the two words.

Quatre felt stupid, he was an adult, he was going on 28, and Trowa was returning his feelings after the few years they'd been apart. He thought quickly, Trowa probably had lots of time to figure out his feelings. If he kept them after this long, then they had to be real, right? His brain buzzed with all the reasons why he could go on with this. He looked at Trowa's darkened figure, he could see the outline of his features.

Trowa was losing his composure.

"You want me?" Quatre finally asked. He'd always been a bit more good with words than the other, he was a bit more extroverted. That was compared to Trowa, who was on the more severe spectrum of introversion.

Trowa only nodded, his shadow moving a bit closer.

Quatre's legs moved down a little. He reached out and caressed the other's face. "Ok." He whispered.

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Trowa remarked, asking why he had mineral oil in his bedside table. He claimed it was for his hands, and got flustered.