Disclaimers: Still don't own Gundam Wing, or the pretty boys they draw. So if you do own them, pretty please don't sue me. Or if you do, at least give me a few tips on how to draw the bishonen before you send me to jail. I don't own the song 'Friends', but as it doesn't really impact this chapter in any way, and the disclaimer has already been stated in the previous chapter… this is pretty irrelevant, huh?
Reviewers: (In order of appearance)
Deku Scrub: My first reviewer! Thank you many, many times! *hugs* Thanks also for your advice; I think the problem was that I was using my little sister as an example for what is PG13. She's a tad weird.
Liralee: *hugs* You reviewed! Huzzah! Happy now! *blinks* I'm sure I've said this to you before this *grins* It's still all your fault!!
Angie: Angie-chan! Thank you for saying such nice things! *grins happily and whaps Relena* Shut up Relena.
Koyuuno: Whee! You came, you read, you reviewed!! *dances for joy* XD Anyway, I don't think that Quatre is objecting much… *grins and cowers before the rabid fangirl*
Friends GW Style by Aurenne (Part 2!)
The next day; or One change of format later; whichever you prefer:
"Trowa."
Trowa looked up cautiously. Quatre did not sound pleased.
He had been reading happily in the extensive library, after waking up early that morning and feeling the need to get away from the temptations that staying in bed would hold (heh, let's not ask which bed, ok?). However, Quatre's tone boded ill for someone, and Trowa was kind of hoping it wasn't him. Today started out so well, he thought regretfully.
"Hm?"
"Now, there's something that has been bothering me since that hyper redhead [1] made us sing that song parody."
"Oh?"
"Yes, and stop with the one word answers," he grated at the boy, anger sparking at the innocent face Trowa wore. "In particular, there is one line that Duo sang, and I quote: 'He loved…watching blond haired, blue eyed pilots'. I have to ask, why is it plural?" Quatre's dark look could melt steel.
"…" Trowa thought silence would be an appropriate response. Maybe Quatre would drop the subject.
Wrong. Quatre exploded.
"It's Zechs isn't it?? There isn't anyone else it could be! How could you Trowa! I trusted you!" Quatre was actually trembling, though the green-eyed pilot couldn't tell whether it was in shock or anger. "And you went and slept with that preening hussy!" Trowa's one visible eye widened at the rant that followed.
The repeated threats of castration, torture, and hair abuse that were made to both Trowa and the absent Zechs at the top of the Arabian's lungs drew Wufei's attention out in the hallway, who, until that moment, had been attempting to find the kitchen [2]. The Chinese boy stopped, then leant casually against the wall, which incidentally [3] allowed him to hear what was being said in the next room.
Trowa meanwhile, had been taking Quatre's tirade with his usual stoic aplomb, although his stiff posture and twitching hands belied his calm. However, it wasn't until Quatre threatened to dye his hair green that he began to frantically try to divert the blonde's attention.
"So… you are angry at me because I slept with Zechs?"
Quatre almost fell over. He didn't think his lover was that slow. "Yes!" he snarled.
"B-but I didn't sleep with him! All Duo said was that I was watching!"
Narrowed blue eyes told Trowa that Quatre was not appeased.
"Besides! What about you and Wufei?"
Out in the next room, Wufei almost choked.
"You two obviously had a relationship going that I was entirely unaware of!" Trowa looked at Quatre's surprised face and decided that he had the advantage now. "And please, I know that your participation is a great deal more active than Wufei suggested."
A light blush appeared on Wufei's cheeks as he remembered just how active Quatre was.
Quatre meanwhile was having a difficult time trying to think of an excuse. "But… Me and Wufei…" His eyes darted around the room, searching for inspiration from the rather uninspiring stacks and shelves of books. "It's different!" He finally wailed.
"Oh?" Trowa slipped comfortably back into the familiar one-word sentences. "How?"
Quatre's gaze stopped roving around the room and his mouth firmed. "Because you are as attracted to Wufei as I am!" he stated angrily. At this, Wufei leaned heavily against the wall, with an uncharacteristically large grin fixed upon his lips.
Trowa kept silent, but his unimpressed expression invited Quatre to explain further. This has the effect of rousing the young man's anger once more, although this time it was tempered by amused exasperation.
"Oh, please! Give me a little credit! I can see what's in front of my eyes!"
Trowa's eye widened once more, and he had a startled look upon his face.
"Yes, you were that obvious!" Sandrock's pilot started grinning at the shocked countenance of his lover. "And Wufei?" Quatre called sweetly. "Please come out from behind the doorway? Your growling stomach is making me hungry."
Wufei looked down at his stomach. Betrayed! He knew there was a reason he was looking for the kitchen. As he stepped into the library, Trowa flushed, realising that the Chinese boy had heard a more than a fair bit of their conversation.
"Anyway," Quatre had wide, almost manic grin upon his face as he gazed at the two embarrassed bishonen. "The attraction was rather self evident when I saw you two making out on the couch this morning. I assume you thought I was still asleep?" Trowa, his blush deepening, nodded. Wufei avoided his eyes.
"But that's ok!" Two pairs of surprised eyes looked at the blonde's face, which bore a startlingly evil grin. "Now we can have kinky threesomes, ne?"
"What a… delightful idea." Wufei purred as he looked at the two gorgeous pilots.
Trowa smirked, and his dark green eyes met smouldering black. Yes, today started so well. Let's see how we can end it. He grinned and followed his lovers down the hallway.
"And we can punish Trowa for having naughty thoughts which do not include us!" sang Quatre as he dragged the other two by their shirt-fronts into his room.
'Oh shit,' thought the green-eyed boy numbly as he was pulled through the door.
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[1] Yes, a self-insert, after a fashion. *grins*
[2] They are at a random mansion, curtesy of Quatre-sama. Where else would you find a big ass library, not to mention a stage, in one house? The kitchen was actually one floor below him, second door on the right, but 'Fei-chan doesn't know that. Useful plot device, ne?
[3] Warriors do not eavesdrop. It is called 'gathering intelligence'.
A.N. Why did I write this? It's so strange, 'Friends' was supposed to be a one-shot – now it's gone and developed a plot without consulting me!! Anyway, if I feel motivated enough I might try another chapter dealing with Heero and Duo – they are my favourite couple, after all, and they didn't even turn up once in this chapter. Just shows you all how much control I have over what I write *grins*.
