Disclaimer: Gundam Wing, mine? Why... I don't know what to say! How sweet of you! I just... no one's ever given me anything like this before! What? You mean... it's not for me? It wasn't ever mine? How... how rude!
To Seduce Trowa
Chapter 3 - Nervous Reflex
Duo smirked from behind his paper at the uncharacteristic actions of his usually stoic partner.
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It was really too much fun, watching Heero Yuy experience new emotions.
He turned his paper and his right hand reached for the crystal class of Chardonet to his right. Normally, they didn't drink on the job, but Duo felt that they needed to fit in at the little men's club they were infiltrating today. This reasoning wouldn't have been accepted by his partner, except that Heero hadn't asked today. Hadn't even noticed that Duo was breaking the rules.
No reprimands.
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The new emotion of the day was, you guessed it, impatience. They'd arrived home late last night to an empty apartment with a little, fluffy note on the counter with Heero's name on it.
That hadn't stopped Duo from reading it, though.
Heero,
Had to run, a little meeting with
the boys came up. Going up to L-4
tonight, so don't expect me back.
See you tomorrow night.
And it had been signed: Love, Quatre.
Love.
Luuuuurve.
He'd teased Heero mercilessly, in the manner of all best friends.
"Heero's got a boyfriend. Heero's got a boyfriend."
This, of course, prompted a chase for the sake of the future of Duo's braid, ending in the destrucition of one or more coffee cups and the total misplacement of some of the silly little magnets Catherine had bought them when they'd gotten the apartment. But it took the marked disappointment out of the depths of Heero's eyes, and Duo considered it worth the price.
At this moment, however, Heero was staring at his watch. Although, the proper term should be glaring. You see Quatre was, at this very moment, in their apartment, probably naked on Heero's bed awaiting his return.
Maybe with whip cream and handcuffs.
But they had to wait for their guy two tables over to finish with his business so that they could finish with their business and arrest him.
It was torture, pure torture.
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Quatre scratched at his nose as he let himself into Heero and Duo's apartment. He didn't have a spare key, but then again, Duo wasn't the only Gundam Pilot who knew how to pick locks.
Who needs a spare key?
He paused for a moment after crossing the threshold, and his brow creased in thought. Maybe he shouldn't just barge in? What if Heero didn't want him there? What if it had just been a one night stand? No, Heero had said before he'd left yesterday morning for work that he wanted to see him last night. Tonight would be just as good, right? I mean, no one had called and told him not to come.
What if Heero got mad that he'd broken in?
Quatre sagged against the door frame and stared into the darkened living room, then jumped and cursed as his cellphone went off in his pocket. He shut the door behind him and dragged his groceries in with him while hitting the 'Talk' button.
"Hello? Quatre here."
"Hello, Quatre."
Quatre brightened at the familiar voice. "Trowa! How are you?"
"I'm doing well, Quatre. And you?"
"Oh, I'm fine."
"Anything new?"
Quatre paused and looked around the empty room, sweatdropping. "Eh... no?"
There was a slight pause. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Nothing. Why should anything be wrong?"
"Where are you?"
"Earth?"
"Where on Earth, are you?"[1]
"Umm... in an apartment?"
"'In an apartment on Earth'," Trowa's tone was dry. "Who's apartment?"
"Some friends."
"Quatre-"
"I broke in, and I'm not sure I should be here."
"You b-? Quatre... are you sure you're all right? Maybe the stress of the business is getting you down. Breaking into people's apartments and stopping to have a nice chat-"
Quatre relaxed a little and giggled, "I'm in Duo and Heero's apartment."
"Oh. That's different. What's the problem, then?"
As if it was alright to break into Duo and Heero's apartment.
"Well... what if they're mad? What if Heero's mad? What if he doesn't want to see me anymore? What if-Oh, Allah. I've gotta get out of here," the words came out of his mouth in a rush and he was picking his things up before the sound of Trowa's laughter. "It's not funny, Trowa!"
"Calm down Quatre. If you leave now they'll still know you've been there. Why don't you sit down and tell me all about why you're freaking out at this moment."
And so, Quatre did.
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Duo rolled his eyes. "He isn't going anywhere, Heero."
Heero grunted.
"He'll still be there later.
"That's what I thought yesterday, and now look-"
At that moment, their man stood and shook hands with his business partner. Duo downed the last of his drink and quietly folded up his newspaper as Heero signaled for the check.
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"I'm sure everything will be fine, Quatre. And anyway, it's about time you started dating again."
"You're one to talk. How many dates have you been on in the last few months, hmm?"
There was a stark silence and Quatre grinned triumphantly into his mobile. He was looking for a good pan to cook his famous Chicken Picatta in. Rather... the recipe he'd stolen from Iria for occasions just like this one.
"This is not about my sex life. It's about yours."
Quatre chuckled and paused in his ministrations, "you know, Trowa, I'm glad we can still be friends like this. It's nice to have you to talk to."
There was a short silence on the other end of the line and then a soft, "You bet, Quatre. Anything for you, you know that, right?"
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They could smell the spices all the way down the hall, and Duo was in heaven.
"Oh, man. Your boyfriend can come over anytime."
"He's not my boyfriend."
Duo saw a blush creep along Heero's cheeks out of the corner of his eye. "Mmhmm. Whatever he is, keep him happy, will you?"
Heero paused and they looked at each other. "You think he wants me to?"
Duo shrugged and took a hold of Heero's shoulder. "My best relationship advice, man, is to hold on and enjoy the ride while it's there. Love is a trip."
Heero shook his head as he let them in. There was soft humming from the kitchen, and Duo was amused to hear a little AC/DC coming from the Winner golden child.
As they turned the corner to their little kitchen, Heero caught his breath and Duo whistled low in appreciation.
There he was, in long, dark black slacks that pooled down around shiny black shoes. Tucked into a crisp, pristine white shirt with the top two buttons undone, reavealing milky skin. Golden hair forming an angelic halo. A petite little God. Bent over the most fragrant chicken dish Duo had smelled in years.
Unfortunately, Heero chose that moment to turn on Duo and push him along through the apartment back to the door. He was handed his coat and pushed through the entrance.
"See you tomorrow, Duo."
Slam.
Duo stared at the door and whimpered.
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Trowa sat back in the nook of his couch and stared at his phone in a daze.
He'd given it a lot of thought before he decided to call. It wasn't like he had just called Quatre up because he was lonely... he missed him. But it looked like he'd been replaced.
His hands ran up through his hair and he closed his eyes at the ache.
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[1] - Hmm. That's kinda funny.
Well, that was a nice sized third chapter for ya. And funny, too. I think. For the most part. Poor Tro... had to happen. Don't worry, I can't do angst. He'll be happy again in no time... with Duo to the rescue! Anyway, Review!
Love,
Goddess Blue
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