Disclaimer: I'm still not receiving any royalties, so I'm gonna take a stab
in the dark here and say that I DON'T own Gundam Wing.
Authors note: Uh . . .?
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Upside down. Inside out.
By Bubblegum Thai.
Chapter four; A cruel psyche.
". . . ouch . . . hey . . . what where' you're flinging those arms! My nose! Quatre! No Quatre! Not the marmite . . . AH! What was that?! Put that down! No! Don't put those in your mouth! They're Wufei's! They're spice-y . . . there! Look! You see?! Now you've burnt your mouth! NO! Water'll make it spread! MILK! Drink milk! That's NOT milk Quatre!"
All the while, Heero's tirade was accompanied by the insane giggling and gurgling of one Quatre Raberba Winner,
"Heeeeeeeeeeee-roooooooooooo . . ." Quatre cooed,
"Kami-sama Quatre . . . I thought Relena was bad when she was intoxicated!"
"THOGUH HE SEEMS INTOXICATED, HE'S JUST HIGHLY ANIMATED! HE'S NOBODY ELSE BUT M . . . E . . . MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"(1) Quatre sang at the top of his lungs,
"Yipes! Shhh! You'll wake up Duo!"
"Towa's been a long time . . . what do you think that they're doing up there?"
"Maybe Duo's being a pain in the ass like you!" Heero snapped,
"I hope so!" Quatre stated, equalling a confused look from Heero, "I mean . . . because if Trowa were to take advantage of Duo when he's da-runk . . . it would be very wrong . . . Yes yes yes! So wrong!"(2)
Heero froze, his hand poised in the air,
"If Trowa knows what's good for him . . . he won't . . ." Heero ground out,
"Do you still love Duo?" Quatre asked,
"Yes . . ." Heero replied carefully, I'll always hold Duo close to my heart because, as a friend, I love him dearly." Heero said honestly. All of a sudden, Quatre began to bawl loudly, Heero, who had jumped out of his skin, rushed to his aid, "Quatre, what's wrong?"
"YOU DON'T LOVE ME?!" He wailed,
". . ." Heero sweat dropped, "What the hell, Yuy? He's drunk, anything you tell him tonight, he won't remember and come morning, you can withdraw into the protective shell of lack of emotion that you hold so dear." He thought to himself, "Shut up!" He counted, still within his mind, "Yes Quatre! Of course I do! I love you very much!"
"OK!" Quatre suddenly brightened, "GOODY! Cause, I REALLY love you . . .!"
"Hmmmm . . ." Heero murmured, still in disbelief that he had been honest with both himself and Quatre,
". . .much more than I love Duo or Trowa . . ."
"Uh huh . . ."
". . . or even Wufei . . .!"
"Perhaps you should lie down, Quatre."
". . . Hiccup!"
". . ." Heero stared at the small blonde blankly, "Quatre . . . did you just SAY hiccup?"
"Yes."
Quatre blinked innocently as Heero sweat dropped for the second time in the last 5 minutes, scratching the side of his head,
"Perhaps I should take that lie down . . . Ah! Trowa! Take care of Quatre; I have a sudden desire to RUN AWAY!" Heero said as Trowa entered.
As Trowa sat at the table, Heero darted out, eyes wild with confusion.
- - -
When Duo awoke, he found Trowa sitting on the side of his bed,
"Good morning sleepyhead." He whispered, brushing a stray bang out of violet eyes as the braided man sat up,
"Trowa . . . uh . . . morning . . . what're you doing here?"
"I wanted to watch you sheep . . . Duo . . . I have something to tell you . . ."
Duo blinked, as Trowa leant in close, lips grazing against the lobe,
"I love you . . ." He whispered huskily, licking his lips, gently tickling the shell of Duo's ear.
Before Duo could answer, Trowa leant down, lips drawing close to his. 3 inches, 2, 1 . . . they were now fractions of centimetres apart, Duo could feel the warm, light breath of Nanashi. He closed his eyes, anticipation bubbling over . . .
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"MAXWELL! GET UP! We're going to be late!" Wufei yelled through the door.
Duo sniffled, wiping tears from his eyes as he remained unmoving,
"MAXWELL! Are you alright in there?"
"Yeah . . ." Duo croaked, "I'll be right down."
He stayed in bed, until he heard Wufei's muttering as he made his way downstairs. It was all a dream.
- - -
Duo stomped downstairs, braid swinging behind him, brushing the back of his thighs,
"Where is everyone?" Duo asked Trowa in shock.
Trowa glanced up from his paper before lowering his gaze again,
"Already at work. They wanted to say goodbye to you . . . however, you seemed reluctant to get up, so they left without saying farewell."
"And you?"
Trowa shrugged,
"I decided to wait for you."
"But . . . you'll be late."
Trowa didn't answer; he only calmly folded his paper, placing it on the kitchen table,
"Trowa . . . I'm not going in today . . . I don't feel so goo-wait a minute! Heero doesn't work at the preventers!"
"Yes. I know. He's going in to see if he can get his old job back."
"Poor Heero . . ." Duo sighed, "So, I uhm, guess that you'll be leaving now, right? I mean . . . if you hurry, you should be able to get in on time if you leave like now."
"Nope." Trowa answered as he stood and moved towards the phone. He dialled a number with ease and placed the handset to his face, "Good morning Janine. Yes. This is agent Barton. I'm calling in to tell you Agent Maxwell is unwell and won't be coming into work today and to let you know that I won't be in either because I a going to take care of him. Yes . . . yes, that's right. Uhm, well, Janine, ask me that tomorrow and I may have a different answer." Said Trowa slyly before hanging up.
Trowa turned to see Duo staring up at him in disbelief,
"What was all that about?"
"I was hoping that you would pull a sicky today, Duo. I wanted to talk to you . . . alone . . ."
"Are you gonna have another go at me, Tro'? Because if you are . . . save your breath . . . Quat and I, we're friends again . . . I explained everything and he doesn't need you breathing down his neck! I mean! Are you still in love with him or something? You're SO over protective of him!"
"Just because I'm over protective of him does not mean that I have feelings for him. Duo, you're SO busy noticing everyone else that you don't realise that Heero treats you in the same way that I treat Quatre. No one goes near you without Heero all over them with a gun."
"Really?"
"Really." Trowa stated calmly, "Trust me, I know." He added after a short pause,
"Huh?" Duo asked, blinking,
"Don't worry."
"What did you wanna talk to me about?"
"You."
"Me?"
"Yes. You."
"What? AM I breathing too close to Quatre now? Should I just hold my breath around the fragile little angel! Trowa! Wake up! HE'S NOT GONNA BREAK! He's a big boy now, Trowa! Well . . . I'm not really talking from personal experience, but you know all about how big Quatre is, right Trowa?" Duo raved on, flushed from anger, confusion and pain,
"Duo . . ." Trowa soothed, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'M IN LOVE AND I CAN'T TELL HIM!"
"Heero?" Trowa asked, looking at his feet,
"GOD NO!"
"Quatre?"
"No!"
"WUFEI?!"
". . . That's not even funny!"
"Sorry . . ."
Duo stared at his feet as if they were the most intricate piece of art work ever to of graced gods fine earth,
"Duo . . . is it . . .?"
"Look! Will ya stop guessin' already? You wanna know so bad, it's YOU! Ok? I LOVE TROWA BARTON! Happy now?"
"Exceedingly . . ."
"I'm sorry Tro'! I can't help I feel! I really am . . . wait a minute, what?"
"I said, 'exceedingly', as in, I'm exceedingly happy." Trowa murmured, sauntering forwards slowly, eyes fixed on Duo, like a lion stalking it's prey he backed Duo up against the pink and cream walls, gently licking at his ear, taking the small piece of flesh between his teeth, he nibbled slowly,
"Tro . . . wa . . .?" Duo stammered, as Trowa grabbed his wrists, placing them above his head, leaning his face close to Duo's,
"Duo Maxwell . . . I've finally got you where I want you and all you're using that tongue of yours for is talking? Don't you ever get tired of talking?"
"Sometimes . . . what would you rather I do with it?"
"Can I show you?" Trowa smirked slightly, olive eyes glinting with mischief,
"If you really feel it necessary."
"Oh . . . I do . . ."
Duo grinned as Trowa dipped his head slightly, capturing his lips in a slow, heated kiss, Duo's tongue following the curve of Trowa's lips, which parted, welcoming the overly-used muscle.
As they pulled back, both panting, yet still intertwined within one another's arms, Trowa smiled faintly,
"Was that better, sensei?" Duo asked,
"Yes . . . but . . . perhaps another lesson . . ." He chuckled, pulling Duo away from the wall.
- - -
"Do you think that Duo's alright?" Quatre asked, turning to Heero who sat opposite him I the cafeteria,
"He has Trowa looking after him. He'll be fine."
"What's THAT supposed to mean, Heero?" Quatre asked.
Heero only smirked,
"I'm sure you know already, Quatre. Duo isn't the type to keep something like that to himself."
"Hmmmm."
"What's that? Oh . . . Maxwell's got a thing for Barton? Yeah . . . half the office knows . . ." Wufei joined the conversation rather loudly, so, know the entire department knew. He dropped his tray and sat beside Heero,
"There goes that peaceful lunch with Heero . . ." Quatre thought with a sigh,
"Wufei . . . I think I heard that Sally was going to spend her lunch break in her office. Alone today."
"Really?" Wufei asked, mouth open slightly,
"Yeah . . . if you hurry . . . you'll catch her."
"GOTTA GO!" He cried, running off, items bouncing on his tray as he skidded through the door, "MY MILK! I DEMAND JUSTICE!" He screeched after a loud crash shook the building.
Heero rolled his eyes and looked back at Quatre who was smiling fondly,
"Why?" He asked in one word,
"I fancied a one on one, is that so wrong?" Heero asked,
"What kind of one on one, eh, Heero?" Quatre teased, only meant to be a joke, however, Heero blushed, his mouth going dry,
"The kind where I get a goodnight kiss at the end?" He mumbled, turning a deep crimson,
"Except . . . it's 12:45pm Heero . . ." Quatre giggled, lightening the mood,
"So is that a no?" Heero joked, his tone awkward as if he were a horny teenage boy, "Well, one out of two isn't bad . . ." He thought to himself, moving his straw around in the ring pull hole of his can idly,
"Now . . . I didn't say that, now . . . did I?" Quatre said slyly, raising an eyebrow,
"Mmmm . . ." He mused, a smile creeping its way, unnoticed by Heero, onto his lips,
"Heero . . . is this, are we playing around, or . . . are we . . . uh . . ."
"Flirting with one another?"
"Yeah . . ."
"Well . . . I don't know about you . . . but . . . I'm flirting . . ." He replied coolly,
"Then . . . in that case . . . I am to . . ."
They fell silent for a short while before, Quatre got up, leaning over the table, in the almost empty cafeteria and planted a soft kiss against the unsuspecting lips of Heero. He leant back, checking the reaction that it had emitted and grinned as Heero dopily smiled, eyes lidded before he leant up, locking his lips with the small blonde, his hands edging onto the other's, clasping them as lips and tongue's moved together in a rhythm that both could hear,
"Wanna find . . . somewhere . . .?" Heero panted,
"Yeah . . . I do . . ." Quatre breathed, shaking his head violently,
"Let's go home."
"Can you wait that long?"
"I'm gonna have to, you?"
"Same . . ." Quatre beamed, grabbing Heero's hand and squeezing it gently as they headed for the main door.
~ ~ ~ To be continued . . .
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww . . . happy couplings! Perhaps I'll make this a lil longer than I'd planned . . . who knows? Well . . . Thai out! Please RnR!
Authors note: Uh . . .?
~ ~ ~
Upside down. Inside out.
By Bubblegum Thai.
Chapter four; A cruel psyche.
". . . ouch . . . hey . . . what where' you're flinging those arms! My nose! Quatre! No Quatre! Not the marmite . . . AH! What was that?! Put that down! No! Don't put those in your mouth! They're Wufei's! They're spice-y . . . there! Look! You see?! Now you've burnt your mouth! NO! Water'll make it spread! MILK! Drink milk! That's NOT milk Quatre!"
All the while, Heero's tirade was accompanied by the insane giggling and gurgling of one Quatre Raberba Winner,
"Heeeeeeeeeeee-roooooooooooo . . ." Quatre cooed,
"Kami-sama Quatre . . . I thought Relena was bad when she was intoxicated!"
"THOGUH HE SEEMS INTOXICATED, HE'S JUST HIGHLY ANIMATED! HE'S NOBODY ELSE BUT M . . . E . . . MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"(1) Quatre sang at the top of his lungs,
"Yipes! Shhh! You'll wake up Duo!"
"Towa's been a long time . . . what do you think that they're doing up there?"
"Maybe Duo's being a pain in the ass like you!" Heero snapped,
"I hope so!" Quatre stated, equalling a confused look from Heero, "I mean . . . because if Trowa were to take advantage of Duo when he's da-runk . . . it would be very wrong . . . Yes yes yes! So wrong!"(2)
Heero froze, his hand poised in the air,
"If Trowa knows what's good for him . . . he won't . . ." Heero ground out,
"Do you still love Duo?" Quatre asked,
"Yes . . ." Heero replied carefully, I'll always hold Duo close to my heart because, as a friend, I love him dearly." Heero said honestly. All of a sudden, Quatre began to bawl loudly, Heero, who had jumped out of his skin, rushed to his aid, "Quatre, what's wrong?"
"YOU DON'T LOVE ME?!" He wailed,
". . ." Heero sweat dropped, "What the hell, Yuy? He's drunk, anything you tell him tonight, he won't remember and come morning, you can withdraw into the protective shell of lack of emotion that you hold so dear." He thought to himself, "Shut up!" He counted, still within his mind, "Yes Quatre! Of course I do! I love you very much!"
"OK!" Quatre suddenly brightened, "GOODY! Cause, I REALLY love you . . .!"
"Hmmmm . . ." Heero murmured, still in disbelief that he had been honest with both himself and Quatre,
". . .much more than I love Duo or Trowa . . ."
"Uh huh . . ."
". . . or even Wufei . . .!"
"Perhaps you should lie down, Quatre."
". . . Hiccup!"
". . ." Heero stared at the small blonde blankly, "Quatre . . . did you just SAY hiccup?"
"Yes."
Quatre blinked innocently as Heero sweat dropped for the second time in the last 5 minutes, scratching the side of his head,
"Perhaps I should take that lie down . . . Ah! Trowa! Take care of Quatre; I have a sudden desire to RUN AWAY!" Heero said as Trowa entered.
As Trowa sat at the table, Heero darted out, eyes wild with confusion.
- - -
When Duo awoke, he found Trowa sitting on the side of his bed,
"Good morning sleepyhead." He whispered, brushing a stray bang out of violet eyes as the braided man sat up,
"Trowa . . . uh . . . morning . . . what're you doing here?"
"I wanted to watch you sheep . . . Duo . . . I have something to tell you . . ."
Duo blinked, as Trowa leant in close, lips grazing against the lobe,
"I love you . . ." He whispered huskily, licking his lips, gently tickling the shell of Duo's ear.
Before Duo could answer, Trowa leant down, lips drawing close to his. 3 inches, 2, 1 . . . they were now fractions of centimetres apart, Duo could feel the warm, light breath of Nanashi. He closed his eyes, anticipation bubbling over . . .
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"MAXWELL! GET UP! We're going to be late!" Wufei yelled through the door.
Duo sniffled, wiping tears from his eyes as he remained unmoving,
"MAXWELL! Are you alright in there?"
"Yeah . . ." Duo croaked, "I'll be right down."
He stayed in bed, until he heard Wufei's muttering as he made his way downstairs. It was all a dream.
- - -
Duo stomped downstairs, braid swinging behind him, brushing the back of his thighs,
"Where is everyone?" Duo asked Trowa in shock.
Trowa glanced up from his paper before lowering his gaze again,
"Already at work. They wanted to say goodbye to you . . . however, you seemed reluctant to get up, so they left without saying farewell."
"And you?"
Trowa shrugged,
"I decided to wait for you."
"But . . . you'll be late."
Trowa didn't answer; he only calmly folded his paper, placing it on the kitchen table,
"Trowa . . . I'm not going in today . . . I don't feel so goo-wait a minute! Heero doesn't work at the preventers!"
"Yes. I know. He's going in to see if he can get his old job back."
"Poor Heero . . ." Duo sighed, "So, I uhm, guess that you'll be leaving now, right? I mean . . . if you hurry, you should be able to get in on time if you leave like now."
"Nope." Trowa answered as he stood and moved towards the phone. He dialled a number with ease and placed the handset to his face, "Good morning Janine. Yes. This is agent Barton. I'm calling in to tell you Agent Maxwell is unwell and won't be coming into work today and to let you know that I won't be in either because I a going to take care of him. Yes . . . yes, that's right. Uhm, well, Janine, ask me that tomorrow and I may have a different answer." Said Trowa slyly before hanging up.
Trowa turned to see Duo staring up at him in disbelief,
"What was all that about?"
"I was hoping that you would pull a sicky today, Duo. I wanted to talk to you . . . alone . . ."
"Are you gonna have another go at me, Tro'? Because if you are . . . save your breath . . . Quat and I, we're friends again . . . I explained everything and he doesn't need you breathing down his neck! I mean! Are you still in love with him or something? You're SO over protective of him!"
"Just because I'm over protective of him does not mean that I have feelings for him. Duo, you're SO busy noticing everyone else that you don't realise that Heero treats you in the same way that I treat Quatre. No one goes near you without Heero all over them with a gun."
"Really?"
"Really." Trowa stated calmly, "Trust me, I know." He added after a short pause,
"Huh?" Duo asked, blinking,
"Don't worry."
"What did you wanna talk to me about?"
"You."
"Me?"
"Yes. You."
"What? AM I breathing too close to Quatre now? Should I just hold my breath around the fragile little angel! Trowa! Wake up! HE'S NOT GONNA BREAK! He's a big boy now, Trowa! Well . . . I'm not really talking from personal experience, but you know all about how big Quatre is, right Trowa?" Duo raved on, flushed from anger, confusion and pain,
"Duo . . ." Trowa soothed, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'M IN LOVE AND I CAN'T TELL HIM!"
"Heero?" Trowa asked, looking at his feet,
"GOD NO!"
"Quatre?"
"No!"
"WUFEI?!"
". . . That's not even funny!"
"Sorry . . ."
Duo stared at his feet as if they were the most intricate piece of art work ever to of graced gods fine earth,
"Duo . . . is it . . .?"
"Look! Will ya stop guessin' already? You wanna know so bad, it's YOU! Ok? I LOVE TROWA BARTON! Happy now?"
"Exceedingly . . ."
"I'm sorry Tro'! I can't help I feel! I really am . . . wait a minute, what?"
"I said, 'exceedingly', as in, I'm exceedingly happy." Trowa murmured, sauntering forwards slowly, eyes fixed on Duo, like a lion stalking it's prey he backed Duo up against the pink and cream walls, gently licking at his ear, taking the small piece of flesh between his teeth, he nibbled slowly,
"Tro . . . wa . . .?" Duo stammered, as Trowa grabbed his wrists, placing them above his head, leaning his face close to Duo's,
"Duo Maxwell . . . I've finally got you where I want you and all you're using that tongue of yours for is talking? Don't you ever get tired of talking?"
"Sometimes . . . what would you rather I do with it?"
"Can I show you?" Trowa smirked slightly, olive eyes glinting with mischief,
"If you really feel it necessary."
"Oh . . . I do . . ."
Duo grinned as Trowa dipped his head slightly, capturing his lips in a slow, heated kiss, Duo's tongue following the curve of Trowa's lips, which parted, welcoming the overly-used muscle.
As they pulled back, both panting, yet still intertwined within one another's arms, Trowa smiled faintly,
"Was that better, sensei?" Duo asked,
"Yes . . . but . . . perhaps another lesson . . ." He chuckled, pulling Duo away from the wall.
- - -
"Do you think that Duo's alright?" Quatre asked, turning to Heero who sat opposite him I the cafeteria,
"He has Trowa looking after him. He'll be fine."
"What's THAT supposed to mean, Heero?" Quatre asked.
Heero only smirked,
"I'm sure you know already, Quatre. Duo isn't the type to keep something like that to himself."
"Hmmmm."
"What's that? Oh . . . Maxwell's got a thing for Barton? Yeah . . . half the office knows . . ." Wufei joined the conversation rather loudly, so, know the entire department knew. He dropped his tray and sat beside Heero,
"There goes that peaceful lunch with Heero . . ." Quatre thought with a sigh,
"Wufei . . . I think I heard that Sally was going to spend her lunch break in her office. Alone today."
"Really?" Wufei asked, mouth open slightly,
"Yeah . . . if you hurry . . . you'll catch her."
"GOTTA GO!" He cried, running off, items bouncing on his tray as he skidded through the door, "MY MILK! I DEMAND JUSTICE!" He screeched after a loud crash shook the building.
Heero rolled his eyes and looked back at Quatre who was smiling fondly,
"Why?" He asked in one word,
"I fancied a one on one, is that so wrong?" Heero asked,
"What kind of one on one, eh, Heero?" Quatre teased, only meant to be a joke, however, Heero blushed, his mouth going dry,
"The kind where I get a goodnight kiss at the end?" He mumbled, turning a deep crimson,
"Except . . . it's 12:45pm Heero . . ." Quatre giggled, lightening the mood,
"So is that a no?" Heero joked, his tone awkward as if he were a horny teenage boy, "Well, one out of two isn't bad . . ." He thought to himself, moving his straw around in the ring pull hole of his can idly,
"Now . . . I didn't say that, now . . . did I?" Quatre said slyly, raising an eyebrow,
"Mmmm . . ." He mused, a smile creeping its way, unnoticed by Heero, onto his lips,
"Heero . . . is this, are we playing around, or . . . are we . . . uh . . ."
"Flirting with one another?"
"Yeah . . ."
"Well . . . I don't know about you . . . but . . . I'm flirting . . ." He replied coolly,
"Then . . . in that case . . . I am to . . ."
They fell silent for a short while before, Quatre got up, leaning over the table, in the almost empty cafeteria and planted a soft kiss against the unsuspecting lips of Heero. He leant back, checking the reaction that it had emitted and grinned as Heero dopily smiled, eyes lidded before he leant up, locking his lips with the small blonde, his hands edging onto the other's, clasping them as lips and tongue's moved together in a rhythm that both could hear,
"Wanna find . . . somewhere . . .?" Heero panted,
"Yeah . . . I do . . ." Quatre breathed, shaking his head violently,
"Let's go home."
"Can you wait that long?"
"I'm gonna have to, you?"
"Same . . ." Quatre beamed, grabbing Heero's hand and squeezing it gently as they headed for the main door.
~ ~ ~ To be continued . . .
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww . . . happy couplings! Perhaps I'll make this a lil longer than I'd planned . . . who knows? Well . . . Thai out! Please RnR!