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Its work

By: Mido-Sama

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Quatre sat in his car, head against the wheel. "That was not smart Q, not smart." He sighed to himself. "He wanted you to stay." The blonde slumped and then sat up strait. "Wait!" He cried, and ran out of his car to Trowas front door. He knocked and it opened again to reveal a slightly sad looking Trowa. "What if I said I wanted to stay, but I just couldn't?"

"I would ask you what the Barrier was." Trowa lead Quatre back into the house and offered him a seat on a couch.

"What if I said it was Wufei?" Quatre sat beside Trowa, who now had boxer shorts on, with a big T-shirt.

"Who is Wufei?" Trowa glanced at him quizzically.

"My boss." Quatre looked attentively into Trowas eyes, he looked so calm, so cool. Quatre smiled to himself alone about the boy, this was someone Quatre could see himself dreaming about.

"I'll take care of it." The brunette said simply.

"I-" Quatre wanted to tell him that Wufei wasn't just some guy you pay off, or someone you can just threaten, he didn't want to see Trowa get hurt on his account.

"No, I'll take care of it. Can you stay here? With Me?" Trowa looked back into Quatres perfect sea blue eyes.

"Not now. I really have to go back," Quatre regretted saying this once he saw disappointment cross the green eyed boys face. "Or else Wufei will be furious." He added, holding back the urge to kiss those faultless lips.

"Alright." Trowa took the excuse and stood to lead Quatre toward the door.

"Woo, Woo, what's this? Is cute blond whore still in the house?" Heero tumbled down the steps, obviously still coping with the effects of alcohol.

"You should go now." Trowa whispered to Quatre and gave him a quick, barely detectable hug.

"Whoa, what's going on! Do my eyes deceive me? I guess you really liked this one!" Heero came a little further down the steps, clinging to the railing.

Quatre looked Heero over and smiled remembering the remark this same boy had made the night before. Quatre took the offence and glared back at the shorter boy. "Right, because I am the opposite of you."

"Fuck you! You little prostitute! You slut!" Heero's anger was not contained in his drunken state, this pleased Quatre. He gave Trowa a long, seductive kiss, and then left.

Once Trowa was sure Quatre was gone he turned to Heero. "You Bastard!" Trowa stood and a drew his arm back to punch Heero, but just as he was about to swing the poor guy spun around and puked all over himself. Trowa laughed as Heero stood barfing. "Ass hole." He whispered and punched Heero in the gut, deciding that would give better effects then just across the jaw. Trowa stepped over his friend who now laid on the floor grasping his stomach for dear life and went back to his room. He needed to sleep a little longer.

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Quatre walked into the ivory colored house and directly into a large oak door. "Where have you been?" Wufei spoke from the other side of a desk.

"Out." Quatre wasn't about to say a word, he stood seductively, placing his weight on one leg.

"Out? If you weren't the best selling item I would crush that pretty little face of yours and watch it bleed." Wufei looked at the boy.

"Harsh." Quatre remained emotionless. He knew how to make Wufei happy. Slowly he climbed onto the desk and gave the Chinese boy a deep kiss, pulling out his pony tail at the same time, and brushing through the boys shoulder length hair.

Wufei stood and wiped his mouth. "Remember that." He shoved the blonde off the desk and left the room.

"Very harsh." Quatre shrugged and went up to his room. It was time for sleep.

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