Disclaimer: ::sighs:: Look . . . I don't own Gundam Wing! Also, the song is
'Numb' by Linkin Park . . . which is sorta homage to B-chan who's gonna see
them Friday night at the Reading festival!
Authors note: Well . . . this story is drawing to a close . . . yes . . . perhaps one or two more chapters after this one . . . ::sniffles::
~ ~ ~
Upside down, inside out.
By Bubblegum Thai
Chapter 8; Make up, make up, never, never break up!
"What're you thinking about?"
Trowa was disturbed from his thoughts by Duo's right index finger, prodding his upper arm,
"Heero and Quatre." He answered simply,
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Oh . . ." Duo fell silent, turning his attention back to the classic cartoon, which was currently on TV. It was American and from the late 20th to early 21st century. Duo gawked, open-mouthed at the antics that played out before him, starring a seemingly clueless red-headed boy, a Cyclops who sported a long, purple ponytail and a loud-mouthed, crude silver robot, who, as Trowa knew very well, was Duo's favourite. Tearing his eyes away from the screen, Duo looked up at Trowa from his position on the floor. Trowa, who sat, hunch up against the sofa, was staring at his bare feet, "Wanna know what I'm thinking about?"
". . ."
"Great!" Duo beamed, tackling Trowa onto the carpet, "I'm thinking about you . . . and all those yummy noises that you make during . . ."
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING
"Saved by the bell." Trowa joked as Duo jumped up to answer the door, "Hilde . . ."
Trowa popped his head around the doorframe to keep an eye on his love in case he needed help,
"Duo! Hi!" Hilde beamed, "I came to tell you that you left these behind! And that I had a REALLY great time yesterday!"
Duo gasped as he noticed what Hilde held high in her hand,
"My . . .my . . .b . . .boxers . . .?!"
Trowa narrowed his eyes, pushing off of the doorframe which he was leaning against, folding his arms stubbornly,
"Well, I'm off, see ya soon!" She cooed, leaning forwards, planting a soft kiss on Duo's cheek before skipping off,
"Uhm . . ." Duo murmured, brow furrowed in confusion, scratching his head before closing the door, "How did she . . . TRO'!"
". . ."
"Don't look at me like that! I have NO idea what that was about, honest!"
". . ."
"Tro-wa! Please!"
Trowa turned and moved away slowly, grabbing his coat and car keys, he picked up the pace, leaving via the backdoor and moving faster than even Shinigami could manage.
Meanwhile, upstairs . . .
"Quatre . . ."
"Go away."
"Quatre, open the door."
"No!" Quatre sobbed into his pillow,
"Quatre, please."
The room fell silent and Heero sighed, pressing his forehead against the cool, lacquered wood,
"I'm sorry, Quatre. Please open the door."
Another long pause before a soft 'click', followed by;
"Alright then . . . let's talk."
Heero opened the door slowly,
"Quatre, I . . ."
"Shut the door, Heero. You wanted to talk, then fine, but I don't want the others to lose respect for you."
"I don't care."
"I do."
Heero huffed, shutting the door quietly behind him, looking at Quatre who stood by the window,
"Quatre, I'm sorry that I yelled at you earlier, I was upset. I didn't mean the things that I said. It was wrong of me . . ."
"It's raining."
"So it is." Heero replied dryly, "Quatre . . . love . . . please believe me when I say that I . . . I love you."
Quatre spun around, his eyes narrowed furiously,
"Do you? Do you really love me?!" Quatre whimpered, tears welling in his eyes,
"Yes! I do!"
Quatre tilted his head to one side, lifting a graceful hand to wipe away a tear from Heero's cheek,
"I'm sorry . . ." Heero whispered hoarsely,
"I know. I am too." Quatre answered, his eyelids drifting closed as he leant against Heero, his head nestling between Heero's neck and shoulder, "Heero . . ."
"Hmmmm . . .?"
"I love you too."
Heero smiled softly, gently running his fingertips through his lover's hair. The pair were content to stand there forever, but the sudden screech of tyres broke them from their Nirvana,
"What tha . . .?!" Heero began,
"That's Trowa's car!" Quatre exclaimed, turning to the window to see Trowa speeding away in the fading light, rain thundering down upon the small sports car, "He's driving way too fast for the weather conditions!"
"Hm." Heero agreed, wrapping his arms around Quatre, who leant against the window with both hands, "I wonder what happened."
"Look . . . there goes Duo's car . . ." Quatre commented, watching the headlights of Duo's black jeep flash on, then off, then on again as the driver door slammed shut. The jeep followed the forest green sports car.
Heero sighed, shaking his head,
"What could've made them . . ."
"Hilde."
"Huh?!" Heero looked down at Quatre, confused,
"Hilde was here a few minutes ago . . . when I was looking at the window . . . I saw her pull away in Relena's limo."
"Oh . . ."
"You don't think that . . ." Quatre opened and closed his mouth, ". . . That Do . . ."
"No." Heero shook his head, "I don't think that at all."
"Why not?"
"Because I know Duo. He's not interested in Hilde . . . not even when he's drunk . . . to him, she's like a sister . . . you wouldn't expect Trowa to do that to Catherine, right?"
"Of course not!"
"Then, that's why Duo wouldn't do it to Hilde."
"I see."
The pair fell silent for a few minutes, staring up at the sky.
- - - ". . . I've become so numb, I can't feel you there, I've become so tired, so much more aware, I've becoming this all I want to do, is be more like me and be less like you . . ."
Duo bowed his head as his fists tightened the steering wheel, steady trails of tears trickling down his cheeks,
"Trowa . . ." He murmured, "AND EVERY SECOND I WASTE IS MORE THAN I CAN TAKE!" He screamed at the windshield as the car sped up, the wipers working at full speed as the rain beat heavier and heavier onto the glass, "C'mon Tro' . . . where are you . . .?!"
Suddenly, he slammed the breaks on, noticing a circus, and, low and behold, a forest green sports car parked close by,
"Figures . . ." He thought, parking the heavy jeep beside it and clambering out. He soon found the uni-banged former pilot, sitting in the crowd, watching the performance with a stone face, "Trowa . . ."
". . ."
"Trowa . . . please look at me."
Trowa complied, turning his face to look at Duo, his eyes blank,
"Please don't shut yourself away from me."
"I haven't . . . not yet, anyway."
"Trowa . . . I honestly don't know where all this Hilde thing came from . . ."
Trowa examined Duo carefully, tilting his head to one side,
"I believe you Duo . . ."
"You do?!"
"Yes." Trowa answered with a sigh, "I over reacted . . . I believe you."
"Trowa! Honest! I don't know what the fuck that was about, but tomorrow I'm gonna find out!"
"Alright." Trowa nodded,
"So, why here?"
"My troupe." Trowa answered simply, "I wanted to see Cathy."
"Ok. Cool!" Duo took Trowa's hand, giving it a soft squeeze, "Hey . . . Tro' . . . how did you know? Not that I'm complaining or anything!"
"Because you never lie, Duo."
Duo grinned, drawing Trowa into a tight bear hug in the middle of the circus crowd,
"I'm so glad that I have a boyfriend that knows me!" He giggled,
"Uh . . . yeah . . . we're happy for ya there buddy, but, could ya keep it down, some of us are trying to watch the show!" A guy from behind snorted,
"Uhm . . . sorry . . ." Duo mumbled meekly.
- - -
THUD
Heero's back hit the thick wooden door full force as small hands held his shoulders in place as lips joined lips, finger trickling down to tease at taught nubs,
"Quatre . . ." Heero breathed, tilting his head back against the door as Quatre moved his lips down to Heero's neck, licking, nibbling, kissing and sucking gently as his index finger and thumb closed around Heero's right nipple, tugging gently before moving to the centre of his shirt, pulling it open forcefully, moving his mouth down further, leaving a hot trail, "Nungh!"
Quatre smiled around one of Heero's nipples at the strange sound that he had elicited from his lover's throat,
"Hey Heero . . ." Quatre whispered, taunting the taller man,
"Q . . . Quatre . . .?"
"I want you . . ."
"Bed. Now."
The pair flung themselves onto the nearby bed in a tumble of limbs and hair, resuming earlier activities, Heero straddled Quatre's hips, leaning down and planting a gentle kiss to the blonde's lips,
"I love you." Quatre mumbled, digging his nails into Heero's back,
"I love you too . . ." Heero growled, turning his oral assault to Quatre's neck, "No one will ever tear you away from me . . ."
- - - To be continued . . .
Muhahahahahaha!
Authors note: Well . . . this story is drawing to a close . . . yes . . . perhaps one or two more chapters after this one . . . ::sniffles::
~ ~ ~
Upside down, inside out.
By Bubblegum Thai
Chapter 8; Make up, make up, never, never break up!
"What're you thinking about?"
Trowa was disturbed from his thoughts by Duo's right index finger, prodding his upper arm,
"Heero and Quatre." He answered simply,
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Oh . . ." Duo fell silent, turning his attention back to the classic cartoon, which was currently on TV. It was American and from the late 20th to early 21st century. Duo gawked, open-mouthed at the antics that played out before him, starring a seemingly clueless red-headed boy, a Cyclops who sported a long, purple ponytail and a loud-mouthed, crude silver robot, who, as Trowa knew very well, was Duo's favourite. Tearing his eyes away from the screen, Duo looked up at Trowa from his position on the floor. Trowa, who sat, hunch up against the sofa, was staring at his bare feet, "Wanna know what I'm thinking about?"
". . ."
"Great!" Duo beamed, tackling Trowa onto the carpet, "I'm thinking about you . . . and all those yummy noises that you make during . . ."
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING
"Saved by the bell." Trowa joked as Duo jumped up to answer the door, "Hilde . . ."
Trowa popped his head around the doorframe to keep an eye on his love in case he needed help,
"Duo! Hi!" Hilde beamed, "I came to tell you that you left these behind! And that I had a REALLY great time yesterday!"
Duo gasped as he noticed what Hilde held high in her hand,
"My . . .my . . .b . . .boxers . . .?!"
Trowa narrowed his eyes, pushing off of the doorframe which he was leaning against, folding his arms stubbornly,
"Well, I'm off, see ya soon!" She cooed, leaning forwards, planting a soft kiss on Duo's cheek before skipping off,
"Uhm . . ." Duo murmured, brow furrowed in confusion, scratching his head before closing the door, "How did she . . . TRO'!"
". . ."
"Don't look at me like that! I have NO idea what that was about, honest!"
". . ."
"Tro-wa! Please!"
Trowa turned and moved away slowly, grabbing his coat and car keys, he picked up the pace, leaving via the backdoor and moving faster than even Shinigami could manage.
Meanwhile, upstairs . . .
"Quatre . . ."
"Go away."
"Quatre, open the door."
"No!" Quatre sobbed into his pillow,
"Quatre, please."
The room fell silent and Heero sighed, pressing his forehead against the cool, lacquered wood,
"I'm sorry, Quatre. Please open the door."
Another long pause before a soft 'click', followed by;
"Alright then . . . let's talk."
Heero opened the door slowly,
"Quatre, I . . ."
"Shut the door, Heero. You wanted to talk, then fine, but I don't want the others to lose respect for you."
"I don't care."
"I do."
Heero huffed, shutting the door quietly behind him, looking at Quatre who stood by the window,
"Quatre, I'm sorry that I yelled at you earlier, I was upset. I didn't mean the things that I said. It was wrong of me . . ."
"It's raining."
"So it is." Heero replied dryly, "Quatre . . . love . . . please believe me when I say that I . . . I love you."
Quatre spun around, his eyes narrowed furiously,
"Do you? Do you really love me?!" Quatre whimpered, tears welling in his eyes,
"Yes! I do!"
Quatre tilted his head to one side, lifting a graceful hand to wipe away a tear from Heero's cheek,
"I'm sorry . . ." Heero whispered hoarsely,
"I know. I am too." Quatre answered, his eyelids drifting closed as he leant against Heero, his head nestling between Heero's neck and shoulder, "Heero . . ."
"Hmmmm . . .?"
"I love you too."
Heero smiled softly, gently running his fingertips through his lover's hair. The pair were content to stand there forever, but the sudden screech of tyres broke them from their Nirvana,
"What tha . . .?!" Heero began,
"That's Trowa's car!" Quatre exclaimed, turning to the window to see Trowa speeding away in the fading light, rain thundering down upon the small sports car, "He's driving way too fast for the weather conditions!"
"Hm." Heero agreed, wrapping his arms around Quatre, who leant against the window with both hands, "I wonder what happened."
"Look . . . there goes Duo's car . . ." Quatre commented, watching the headlights of Duo's black jeep flash on, then off, then on again as the driver door slammed shut. The jeep followed the forest green sports car.
Heero sighed, shaking his head,
"What could've made them . . ."
"Hilde."
"Huh?!" Heero looked down at Quatre, confused,
"Hilde was here a few minutes ago . . . when I was looking at the window . . . I saw her pull away in Relena's limo."
"Oh . . ."
"You don't think that . . ." Quatre opened and closed his mouth, ". . . That Do . . ."
"No." Heero shook his head, "I don't think that at all."
"Why not?"
"Because I know Duo. He's not interested in Hilde . . . not even when he's drunk . . . to him, she's like a sister . . . you wouldn't expect Trowa to do that to Catherine, right?"
"Of course not!"
"Then, that's why Duo wouldn't do it to Hilde."
"I see."
The pair fell silent for a few minutes, staring up at the sky.
- - - ". . . I've become so numb, I can't feel you there, I've become so tired, so much more aware, I've becoming this all I want to do, is be more like me and be less like you . . ."
Duo bowed his head as his fists tightened the steering wheel, steady trails of tears trickling down his cheeks,
"Trowa . . ." He murmured, "AND EVERY SECOND I WASTE IS MORE THAN I CAN TAKE!" He screamed at the windshield as the car sped up, the wipers working at full speed as the rain beat heavier and heavier onto the glass, "C'mon Tro' . . . where are you . . .?!"
Suddenly, he slammed the breaks on, noticing a circus, and, low and behold, a forest green sports car parked close by,
"Figures . . ." He thought, parking the heavy jeep beside it and clambering out. He soon found the uni-banged former pilot, sitting in the crowd, watching the performance with a stone face, "Trowa . . ."
". . ."
"Trowa . . . please look at me."
Trowa complied, turning his face to look at Duo, his eyes blank,
"Please don't shut yourself away from me."
"I haven't . . . not yet, anyway."
"Trowa . . . I honestly don't know where all this Hilde thing came from . . ."
Trowa examined Duo carefully, tilting his head to one side,
"I believe you Duo . . ."
"You do?!"
"Yes." Trowa answered with a sigh, "I over reacted . . . I believe you."
"Trowa! Honest! I don't know what the fuck that was about, but tomorrow I'm gonna find out!"
"Alright." Trowa nodded,
"So, why here?"
"My troupe." Trowa answered simply, "I wanted to see Cathy."
"Ok. Cool!" Duo took Trowa's hand, giving it a soft squeeze, "Hey . . . Tro' . . . how did you know? Not that I'm complaining or anything!"
"Because you never lie, Duo."
Duo grinned, drawing Trowa into a tight bear hug in the middle of the circus crowd,
"I'm so glad that I have a boyfriend that knows me!" He giggled,
"Uh . . . yeah . . . we're happy for ya there buddy, but, could ya keep it down, some of us are trying to watch the show!" A guy from behind snorted,
"Uhm . . . sorry . . ." Duo mumbled meekly.
- - -
THUD
Heero's back hit the thick wooden door full force as small hands held his shoulders in place as lips joined lips, finger trickling down to tease at taught nubs,
"Quatre . . ." Heero breathed, tilting his head back against the door as Quatre moved his lips down to Heero's neck, licking, nibbling, kissing and sucking gently as his index finger and thumb closed around Heero's right nipple, tugging gently before moving to the centre of his shirt, pulling it open forcefully, moving his mouth down further, leaving a hot trail, "Nungh!"
Quatre smiled around one of Heero's nipples at the strange sound that he had elicited from his lover's throat,
"Hey Heero . . ." Quatre whispered, taunting the taller man,
"Q . . . Quatre . . .?"
"I want you . . ."
"Bed. Now."
The pair flung themselves onto the nearby bed in a tumble of limbs and hair, resuming earlier activities, Heero straddled Quatre's hips, leaning down and planting a gentle kiss to the blonde's lips,
"I love you." Quatre mumbled, digging his nails into Heero's back,
"I love you too . . ." Heero growled, turning his oral assault to Quatre's neck, "No one will ever tear you away from me . . ."
- - - To be continued . . .
Muhahahahahaha!