The
Pain of Love A Duo angst story arc
by
Yanagi-sen
Gundam
Wing fanfic
Standard
disclaimers apply. I do not have any
claim on the G-boys, sigh! I am a poor substitute teacher, so please don't sue
me, trust me, I have nothing you want.
Warnings:
3x2/2x3, yaoi, lemon, and minor sap (sorry, couldn't help it), OOCness, AU, PWP
with glimpses of a plot.
/character
thoughts /
Part
4: Quatre the
Matchmaker
AC
196: Early Spring
"This is really nice Tro, thanks for
lighting the fire." Duo lounged on the
rug in front of the couch. He watched
as the other pilot finished adding wood to the flames. Trowa flopped down beside him with the
boneless grace of a cat, and brushed his bangs to one side.
"Well, you got us this cabin."
"Yeah, but Qat kinda helped me out
with that." Duo rolled over onto his
stomach, chin on his hands, bare feet kicking in the air. The corner of Trowa's mouth twitched, nearly
smiling. At times like these, Duo
looked more like a little kid instead of the God of Death. The braided pilot rolled his violet eyes up
to look at his companion. Trowa stared
at the flickering flames, face impassive as ever. "You never told me what happened between you and Qat. I was a little surprised when he helped me
set this up."
The acrobat shrugged, his eyes
glowing amber in the firelight. "We
came to the conclusion that our relationship wasn't good for either of us."
Duo rolled back on his side and
shook his head. "I'm sorry man, I
thought you two really loved each other."
Trowa's response was nearly lost to
the crackle of the fire. "We do."
The braided boy looked at him
sharply. "Then why?"
Trowa dropped his eyes,
intensely studying his toes and Duo could see the pain and loss in the
typically stoic pilot. "I could not
destroy his innocence. In spite of all
we have done, Quatre has somehow managed to retain his soul. I don't know that I have. Eventually I would have hurt him, and I
don't think I could have forgiven myself for that."
"So you let him go."
"It was the only thing I could do
for him." The two pilots lay in silence
for a while, hypnotized by the dancing flames. But the silence was a companionable one, not at all uncomfortable.
"Did you notice how protective Heero
has become of him? And how Wu seems to
always be watching him when he thinks no one is looking?" Duo finally asked.
A ghost of a smile crossed Trowa's
pensive face. "I was counting on it."
"Huh?"
"Quatre needs to have someone to
watch and fuss over. Heero needs
someone to take care of; he likes to 'adopt' people. And Wufei needs someone other than Treize. They will protect Quatre without smothering
him. Besides," Trowa stretched and leaned
back against the couch. "Heero and Wu
both know that if they let Quatre get hurt they'll get a little visit from me." Trowa pulled the other boy closer, resting
the braided head in his lap. Duo stared
up, and was surprised by the half-smile that graced his friend's face, hair
falling away so that both eyes were actually visible. "So, Quatre helped set this up?"
"Yeah. I noticed that the two of you weren't really doing things
together anymore. So, I asked him what
he thought you might like to do with our time off since the cease-fire seems to
be holding. He suggested we come up
here. Do you like it?"
"Oui. He knows I love this place very much. It so far away from everything."
Duo closed his eyes. "Not far enough."
"What do you mean?"
Duo sighed and sat up, looking
away from Trowa. "Nothing." He felt a hand grip his shoulder and looked
at his friend. The acrobat tilted his
head his concern showing in his eyes.
"Duo, what's wrong? You've been unusually quiet all day. Did you want to go somewhere else?"
"No. It's not that." The
American shrugged, hunching over, arms clasping his knees. "I just keep thinking about how the war is
waiting for us. I doubt this lull will
last." He rocked on his tailbone,
staring into the fire; his eyes and voice were haunted. "And with everything that happened on that
last mission…"
Arms suddenly wrapped about him. Duo stiffened and started to speak. "Shhhh..." Trowa's hand gently cupped his chin, finger stilling Duo's lips. "Don't think about it. It wasn't your fault, it wasn't anyone's
fault."
"But…"
"Duo let it go, at least for
now. You can worry about it later. Enjoy what little free time we have. You said it yourself, the war will be
waiting." He gently rubbed the other
boy's shoulders, the muscles felt like twisted ropes. He hissed sympathetically. "You're so tense, it must be painful. Lay down and take off your shirt." Trowa reached out a long arm and fished around in his bag. He pulled out a bottle of massage oil. The American pilot just sat there staring at
him. Trowa arched one elegant eyebrow,
the one that was visible anyway. "Are
you going to take the shirt off or will I have to?" Duo grumbled but did as he was ordered.
The acrobat poured a small amount of the oil into
his palm, warming it before running his hands along the other pilot's
back. The gentle scent of sandalwood
wafted through the cabin. Duo sighed as
strong hands kneaded his aching muscles. Those marvelous hands stopped, and the American started to sit up. The hands on his shoulders gently forced him
to lie back down.
"I just need to take off my shirt,
I'm too warm." Duo lay back down,
ordering himself to relax. But his body
refused to listen. /I've been on the
front line for too long. / He was
jumpy; his nerves were strung as tight as the strings of Qat's violin. /Or Wu-man's hair. / He thought with a
smile. Trowa returned, leaning over to
whisper in Duo's ear. "Relax." The low, soft voice brought a sudden warmth to
his body. /Whoa, what's this? Trowa's just a friend, isn't he? / The taller pilot straddled Duo's narrow
waist and began to work again.
Under the acrobat's skilled hands
Duo finally felt the tense muscles ease. As his back unknotted so did his mind. The guilt and worry he had been dragging around for the last several
weeks ebbed and then released him. He
just let his awareness drift. He felt
sleep tugging at the edge of his thoughts. Soon he was only conscious of the warmth of the fire, the scent of
sandalwood mingling with smoke, and the touch of Trowa's hands. He hoped it would never end, that nothing
would ever take away those wonderful hands. He dozed, relishing in the sensual feel of another's touch.
He sensed it when Trowa got up, and
heard movement around the cabin. Somehow, he summoned up enough energy to lift his head. Trowa had turned off all the lights. The only illumination was the golden glow of
the fire. The acrobat returned setting
the blanket he was carrying on the couch. He laid a hand gently on Duo's shoulder and went to tend the flames.
Duo turned on his side and watched
Trowa in the firelight. He had always
found the quiet boy attractive. But now
he had to admit to himself that it was more than just attraction. He loved Trowa. He had thought there would never be anyone else after breaking up
with Heero. Their relationship had
burned bright, then flickered and died even faster than Trowa and Quatre's
had. He suddenly realized that they
were miles from the nearest living soul. No one was waiting for them, and they certainly weren't expecting any
company. They were completely
alone. The thought alone was enough to
set Duo's blood afire, and remind him how long it had been since he'd...
He lay there, admiring the lithe boy before
him. Trowa was stripped to the waist,
the light playing over his body. The
muscles were firm, taut under the fire-bronzed skin. He was only wearing a tight pair of jeans. They hugged his slender form as he knelt
before the fire.
"Tro…you're beautiful."
He turned and smiled, really smiled
at Duo. "So are you." He poked at the coals one last time and then
knelt beside the other boy. "Don't
move. There's something I've been
wanting to do." Duo felt a slight tug
and then the feather-light touch of his braid being unraveled. Soon his hair spilled in soft waves about
him. Trowa ran his fingers through the
silky mass. Duo heard a rustling and
then the weight left his back as Trowa ran a brush through the chestnut
mass. He sighed in contentment; no one
had touched his hair in the long months of his and Heero's estrangement, except
for that one time with Quatre. He so
loved having his hair brushed. After
many minutes, Trowa set the brush aside and gently kissed the back of Duo's
head. "Merci, I've wanted to do that
for a very long time."
Duo rolled onto his back, staring up
at Trowa. The taller pilot was
reclining beside him, chin braced on one hand. "Tro, I…"
"I know."
"But you still love Qat."
"Oui. And
part of me always will. We are still
friends. Sometimes we may even still be
lovers. But as a couple, it just wasn't
meant to be. I realize now that I love
you, too."
Duo smiled, it was a bright ray of sunshine that had
always touched Trowa's heart. The
American shook his head and laughed. "Do you suppose Quatre knew how we felt when we didn't even know
ourselves? I mean this was all his
idea; just the two of us, in a cabin, out in the middle of nowhere."
Trowa smiled and chuckled himself. "I wouldn't put it past him. Quatre the Match-maker." His hand idly stroked Duo's hair. The boy turned his head and softly kissed
Trowa's palm. The acrobat smiled and
leaned over to capture Duo's mouth with his own.
The
kiss started simply as a soft pressing of lips, as each tried to decide how far
they were willing to go. Duo's parted
lips invited Trowa's invading tongue as the kiss deepened. Soon, kisses weren't enough.
Trowa's tongue traced the curve of
Duo's chin, sending shivers down the boy's body. He captured an ear, gently sucking on it and was rewarded with a
gasp of pleasure. Always thorough, he
retraced the American's jaw and leaned over his slender chest to suck at the earlobe
on the other side. Duo squirmed a bit
beneath him. Trowa started to kiss
his way down the other boy's neck as his hands ran down the smooth skin of his
friend's body. He laid a gentle kiss at
the hollow of his throat and felt the shiver that ran down Duo's spine.
The American could only submit to
the torture for so long. His hands
hauled the acrobat's face to his and he hungrily plundered that beautiful mouth
with his own. He struggled to sit up
and felt strong hands help him. Without
pulling away from those wonderfully sensual lips, Duo tore off what few clothes
remained, and then pressed himself fully against Trowa. He wrapped his arms around the other boy and
rained kisses upon that perfect body. He felt his soon-to-be lover's breath quicken as he too became caught up
in the passion between them. The
green-eyed pilot moaned very softly and it was too much. Duo pulled back and tugged at the jeans. "Off!" he growled.
Trowa chuckled and sat on the edge
of the couch, his hands busy with the fastenings of his pants. He watched the other boy from behind his
hair. Duo looked absolutely
sinful. He was sitting back on his heels,
silhouetted by the fire. His hair
flowed around him, pooling on the floor, the flames coloring the silky strands
with shades of red and gold. His body
was perfectly toned and reminded Trowa of the picture of a Greek statue he had
seen. His heart-shaped face was flushed
with passion and though his back was to the fire, his eyes seemed to glow. Trowa was taking his time, teasing the youth
before him. Duo growled again. The acrobat laughed and pulled the jeans off
with a quick jerk.
Duo launched himself at the taller
boy and pinned him to the couch. His
mouth and hands roamed that lithe body at will. He fastened his mouth on one delicate nipple. He was rewarded with a moan of pleasure and
then Trowa's hands buried themselves in his hair, holding him to his
chest. He lapped first at one nipple
and then the other coaxing them into stiff peaks of arousal. Trowa ran his hands down the other boy's
muscular back, lightly scratching the skin. Duo hissed and arched his back. Trowa took the opportunity to assault the beautiful throat that was so
available. Duo collapsed on top of him,
panting for breath. The acrobat smiled
ferally, and then tumbled the two of them off the couch. They ended up sprawled in front of the fire,
the shorter boy on his back with Trowa very firmly on top.
Trowa used all his weight to pin the
other boy to the floor. "How far do you
want this to go, Duo?" he said breathing heavily. "What do you want?" Duo
was having a hard time just catching his breath, let alone trying to speak. The acrobat lowered his mouth and lightly
licked his lover's chest. The boy
beneath him jerked but Trowa didn't release his grip on the slender wrists.
"What do you want?" The green-eyed
pilot asked again.
"I want you inside me, Tro." The taller boy nodded and released him. Duo promptly hauled the other's face close
to his. They stared at each other, eyes
only inches apart. "I want you inside
me, but next round, you're mine!" Trowa
smiled and nodded again. Duo pulled his
lover down, wanting to feel his body stretched out on top of his. The acrobat settled between his legs and
their throbbing sexes touched for the first time. Duo very nearly came right then, it had been such a long time
since he'd been loved.
Trowa pushed himself up on strong
arms and knelt between those willing thighs. He picked up that convenient bottle of massage oil, which Quatre had
insisted he bring along, and once again poured it into his hands. He anointed his aching shaft while Duo
watched, breathlessly anticipating the pleasure/pain to come. Trowa gently prepped his lover, reminding
himself that it had been a while for both of them. "You ready?" Duo nodded
his assent and told himself to relax. He hissed, hands clenched into fists as Trowa impaled him with one slow,
steady push. The acrobat froze and one
hand brushed the tear from Duo's cheek. "You alright?"
"Yeah…just give me a minute." Trowa supported his weight on his elbows
giving him time to adjust to his invasion. He brushed the bangs from his love's face and very gently kissed
him. Duo's legs wrapped around his
waist and he nipped at the taller boy's neck. With a groan Trowa's mouth descended, his tongue thrusting slowly in
time with his hips. Duo moaned into his
lover's mouth and clutched at the acrobat. He continued with his slow, sweet intrusion, the measured thrusts
gradually building the fires between them. But Duo was impatient; he wanted more, now! He dug his fingers into the taller pilot's back and pushed hard
against him. Trowa looked down, eyes
questioning. Duo's face was flushed his
eyes burning with need. "Please." He
panted. "I need you now! You don't have
to be so careful with me."
"But I might hurt you."
"You won't. I've been used worse before. Take me, Trowa! Please!" His voice was
desperate. He bucked beneath him,
driving the other pilot deeper inside. "Fuck me Tro, just fuck me!" With a groan the acrobat surrendered, he
ceased to hold back. Thrusts became
more forceful, almost frantic as both youths gave in to the urgent need that
overtook them. The give and take of
their lovemaking wasn't gentle as they ground into each other. Duo's member was trapped between them,
teased by the friction of the two writhing bodies.
With a hoarse cry, Duo came,
exploding between the two lovers. He
clenched down on Trowa, pushing the acrobat over the edge. With a shout of his own he poured his seed
deep inside the tight body of his love. Suddenly exhausted, he collapsed on top across Duo's chest, spent. It was several minutes before he was able to
roll to the side instead of crushing the boy beneath him. Finally his breathing started to slow, his
heart pounding less wildly. He opened
his eyes to see violet ones staring down at him.
"How do you feel, koi?"
"Very, very good."
Duo smiled wickedly. "That's good to hear…"
Much later, the light of the dying
fire flickered over the entwined bodies of the two lovers. Duo rested his head against his koibito's
strong chest. Trowa played with a
strand of hair.
"Do you want to go to bed?" A low voice whispered in Duo's ear.
"Do we have to?"
He felt more than heard Trowa's
chuckle. "No, we can stay right here if
you want."
"Good. 'Cause I don't think I can move." Trowa laughed again and reached up behind him. He grabbed the blanket he had brought over
earlier and pulled it over them both. He wrapped his long arms around the other boy. Duo snuggled back against him with a sigh.
"I love you, Tro."
"Je t'aime."
-sin
sin, tis done-
-
Step one, complete. Moving on to step
two, with a short stop at sidestory two, Who I Am. I wrote this one for Shoori who favors 2x3, since you don't find
them too often, at least, not good ones. This is actually the first one I wrote in the arc and I wrote the rest
of the stories around it. Maybe
eventually I will also post the picture that goes with this story, it's the
type you take down when your mother comes to visit. ^_~