Two Princes
By Devon Masterson
Part II
AN: This is my first yaoi. Be gentle it's my first time;p Seriously let me know, flame if you want I've been writing for six years I can take it.
Quatre yawned and stretched. That was the best night of sleep he had in a long time. He was more than ready to tackle whatever he had to do today. He pulled the covers back then frowned as he saw Trowa dozing in the chair next to him and his clock. "I'm late!" He stood and walked over to the end of the bed and placed a throw across his best friend then started for his closet.
Feeling the warmth and weight of the throw caused Trowa to start. "What are you doing up?" he asked rubbing his eyes. He did not intend to fall asleep, but sitting up with Quatre for the better part of two days weakened his resistance.
"I over slept," Quatre answered quickly as he threw some clothes onto the bed.
"You didn't oversleep. You were exhausted and passed out," Trowa replied as he stood, "and you're not going anywhere. Sally ordered that you take the next two weeks off and you need to eat something."
"I'm fine, Trowa," Quatre assured him as he started for the bathroom.
Trowa stood in front of him and glared at him. "You're still not going. I am not going to take a chance that you collapse again."
Mediterranean eyes searched emerald ones. Quatre could sense the intense worry from Trowa. He must have really scared him. "So how long am I prisoner for?" he asked as he sat on his bed.
"Two weeks."
"Two weeks?" Quatre almost squeaked then laid back.
Trowa smiled in amusement despite himself but did not allow Quatre to see it. "Sally wants you take a vacation and eat regularly. You're hypoglycemic."
He opened his mouth to protest about he was perfectly fine when his stomach growled. He flushed and scratched his head. Perhaps a vacation would not be so bad, it would get people off his back for awhile then he would be stronger when he got back. "Have you eaten yet?"
"No," he answered. "I was busy."
"That's no excuse," Quatre replied turning on the tall man. "I'm going to get a shower and I expect you to get one too then we'll both get something to eat."
Trowa sighed this was not what he expected, but this was the Arabian's way. At least, he would be able to keep an eye out on him without protest. He turned to leave. "Yes, father," he said lowly before leaving.
"I heard that," Quatre said as he closed the bathroom door.
Trowa snickered while leaving the room. It was good to know that Quatre still had his sense of humor. "How's he doing?" Duo asked leaning against the wall holding a can.
"He seems to be fine," he answered. The mirth went out of his voice and he looked his usual stoic self. Quatre was the only one who ever got to see that side of him.
"That's good. It was getting gloomy around here," he answered. He seemed disappointed as he looked at the can he was holding. "Here." He threw it to Trowa.
Trowa caught it expertly and looked at it. The can was a power aid drink. "What's this for?"
"I figured your strength would be down after being in there for almost two days," he answered before leaving.
"Strange," he said before walking in the opposite direction. If he did not know better, he would have thought Duo was jealous.
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Quatre lifted a glass of orange juice to his lips as Duo joined him and Trowa at the table. An eyebrow raised when he noticed Duo staring at him. "What?"
"New clothes, Quatre?" Duo mused motioning toward him. The blond was without his usual khaki ensemble and all variations there of. Now he wore a red shirt, jean shorts, and boat shoes.
"I do get out some, Duo," he commented slightly embarrassed. This was his first time wearing the clothes, one of his more outgoing sisters bought them sometime ago. They were a little long when he first got them, but they appeared to fit fine now.
"Sure," Duo teased. "I guess I'm elected to be the guy who lightens you up. I know a couple of places…"
"Quatre should probably start out slowly," Trowa commented.
"I'm sure I'll be fine, Trowa, I am on…vacation," he interjected then looked toward Duo. "It might be fun."
Duo smiled. "Great. I'll start you out slow. I don't want to overload anything." He looked toward Trowa casually and saw the brief look of his disapproval on his face.
Quatre smirked. It may have been awhile, but it hadn't been that long. Since he was the Winner heir, he had been taught from an early age about the mechanics of sex and pleasure. Though he never advertised the fact, he probably could show them more than a couple of things. He liked the persona of the shy, guy it was who he was most of the time. Only the brief period before he started training to be a Gundam Pilot, did he experience a complete an utter abandonment of the discipline he normally had.
"Master Quatre, your secretary, Ms. Daily called. She found your sister's phone number. I have it if you wish to speak to her. She also said to have a nice vacation." The young woman held out a piece of paper then left.
"Which sister is that?" Duo asked curiously.
"My youngest, Sadi; we were raised together until we were thirteen," he answered. "I haven't seen her since." He tucked the paper away. He would call her later.
"So what do you want to do first?" Duo asked as he finished.
"I don't know," Quatre answered. "What do you suggest?"
"Roller blading," Duo replied. "It's been awhile since I've been and there's a course not that far from here."
"I've never roller bladed before," Quatre commented. "It would be an interesting challenge to try. Let's go."
Trowa raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "I have never been. It should be fun."
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"This is great," Duo replied as he skated circles around Quatre and Trowa. He frowned as he watched them move about gingerly. He knew the minute Quatre felt himself about to fall, he would grab on to Trowa. Perhaps he should have selected another activity that Quatre would have been better at. "Lean your weight forward and then move as though you're walking. It's easy watch." He grabbed Trowa's hand and wheeled him away from Quatre then proceeded to spin around with him.
Quatre raised an eyebrow curiously at the two of them spinning around. They definitely looked more graceful than he probably was right now. He wasn't too keen on being away from something that he could hold on to. "That's easy for you to say," he replied as he shifted his weight forward. The worst case scenario was that he would fall and break something. At least he had the best medical insurance money could buy.
"Duo, what are you doing?" Trowa asked as he pulled away.
"Trying to lighten everybody up," Duo answered, "besides, how will he learn if you're fawning all over him like his mother."
"I don't want him to get hurt," Trowa replied.
"I think you're the one who needs to relax, Trowa," Quatre commented as he rolled up. He was quite pleased with his accomplishment. "I'm fine," he assured him. He did a small circle and lost his balance momentarily, causing Trowa to reach out for him, but he refused the offer. "I've got it."
"You'll be doing tricks in no time," Duo smiled. "Follow me." He skated off.
"How long have you been doing this?" Quatre asked as he struggled to keep up with Duo's fast pace. He understood the premise of everything, but he still had to fight the impulse to let his weight shift backward.
Duo turned around to skate backwards as he thought for a moment. "About two years," he replied
"This is kind of fun once you get going," Quatre admitted.
"Just stick with me kid, there's plenty more that I can show you," he said winking. He smiled at the scowl on Trowa's face then turned around. "Up for a race, Trowa?"
"No…"
"Go ahead, I'll catch up," Quatre said giving Trowa a push. The emerald eyed man looked back. "I expect you to win."
Trowa smirked. Even though this was his first time on roller blades, he did pick it up quite quickly. He might actually have a chance and Quatre had faith in him. He nodded to Quatre then looked towards Duo. "You're on, Duo," he declared as he picked up speed.
"Eat my dust," the braided man laughed as he picked up speed as well.
Quatre watched as the two of them darted off then sighed. He had a feeling that he was holding Trowa back from having fun and now he knew it. It made him happier to see the both of them have a good time than having a good time himself. At least it gave him a chance to check out the scenery in slow motion and he could get the hang the roller blades. The next time they all hung out he would be less of a burden.
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"I win," Duo declared as he hugged a large tree breathing hard.
"How do figure… when we never agreed… on a stopping point?" Trowa asked as he leaned over to catch his breath then stood.
"Because I just do," Duo answered as he let go of the tree and turned around. "It was fun wasn't it?"
"The race?"
"Being with me," Duo replied as he skated over to him.
Trowa looked at him strangely trying to translate the meaning behind his words when it suddenly became obvious. Duo kissed him tenderly. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked breaking the kiss.
"Nothing I haven't done before," he replied as he started to kiss Trowa's neck.
"That was a long time ago," Trowa commented as he pushed Duo away gently.
"How about I refresh your memory?" Duo suggested pushing Trowa to the ground and straddling him. He could see the look of surprise in Trowa's eyes and he found it quite stimulating. That look was doing absolutely nothing for his resolve. Taking him right then and there would be no problem. Quatre was probably off somewhere entertaining himself until they come back and there was hardly anyone in the park. Of course, he purposely chose this location to make his move so they would be somewhat hidden from sight.
"No," he said sternly as he pushed Duo off of him and sat up.
Duo shook his head at least he still had some affect on the usually stoic man. He would have been angry if not for the small victory. The knowledge that Trowa still wanted him would have to be enough for now. "Are you ever even going to tell him?"
"I'm going back," Trowa replied before skating away.
Duo stood and skated in front of him. Violet eyes stared into emerald ones for a few moments trying to hide the secrets within them. "If only he would look at me the way he looks Quatre." Duo moved his hands to the front of Trowa's pants and stroked him gently. "Just remember that was because of me," he said disappointment and hurt ringing in his voice then turned around. "Race you back," he called just before darting off.
"I'll never understand him," Trowa thought as he followed suit.
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"Quatre?" a voice called.
Quatre turned around and smiled at the young woman standing in front of him. "Sadi?"
"Tre!" she smiled as she practically pounced on her younger brother, knocking them to the ground. The two laughed and worked their way to their feet. "It's been a long time."
"Too long," he replied as dusted himself off and she looked him over.
"You've grown so much. You're taller than me now," she smiled then frowned. "How come you never called me, Tre? I'm practically you're twin you know. Even telepathy would have been nice."
"A lot of things went on," he said lowly.
Sadirah's features became somewhat solemn for a moment. She ran her hands through his hair and smiled. "We'll talk about that later," she smiled. "But I still want to catch up."
"How long will you be here?" he asked.
"I'm taking a small break," Sadirah answered. "I can hang around for a week or two."
"Great you're staying with me" Quatre declared. "I'm vacation too for two weeks and I can't think who I would want to spend time with more."
"Oh I'm sure you have someone special in mind," she teased.
"There's no one in my life right now other than the guys," Quatre replied. "I haven't met a woman that caught my interest."
Sadirah's eyes widened and then she chuckled slightly. "Interesting."
"What's so funny?"
"Half the family thinks you haven't married because you're gay. The 'unsavory element' they call it."
"I don't find that funny," Quatre replied indignantly.
"Well I don't care regardless, you're still my brother," she smiled kissing him on the cheek.
"I hope you had your fun," a female voice replied as she skated up to the two siblings. Quatre's breath caught his throat as he watched the woman with long dark green hair and eyes coming towards them in seemingly slow motion. Her complexion was the same walnut color as Sadirah's and it was just as flawless. The woman was magnificent and could have been a goddess.
Sadirah ran her hands through her white hair nervously then sighed. "I was gone for only ten minutes. Give me a break, Fox," she whined momentarily forgetting that Quatre was still there. "Oh Quatre, let me introduce you. Fox, this is my brother Quatre Winner. Quatre this is Kitsune Aresoft, my best friend and bodyguard while I'm on tour."
"Nice to meet you," Quatre replied thankful that he still had the capability of speech. He then suddenly turned toward Sadirah. "Tour?"
"I'm singer," Sadirah commented. "Oh come on Tre! You haven't heard of me! I'm insulted."
"I guess I'm out of touch," he replied his cheeks reddening.
"I'll bring you up to speed," she smiled. She looked toward Fox. "We'll be staying with Quatre the rest of our vacation. Now, you'll finally relax."
"I don't see how with you running off all the time," Fox commented.
"Rest assured that Sadirah will be quite safe and that out security is quite sound," Quatre remarked. "It will give you a rest. I know what a pain she can be sometimes."
"Hey!" Sadirah exclaimed. "I'm no more of pain than you are, Tre-Tre."
"I hated it when you called me that as a kid and I still do," he replied giving her a look.
"I know," she smiled.
"Rah-Rah," Quatre interjected.
Sadirah wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Tre-Tre."
"Children please," Fox interrupted.
The two of them looked at her then laughed as they each flushed slightly. It was then that they realized just how much they missed just being around each other and acting silly. "Forgive us, Miss Kitsune," he apologize
"You don't…" Fox's sentence trailed
"Quatre!" Trowa called out as he and Duo skated over to him. He didn't like the idea strange people hanging around him, especially two women. One of them looked slightly familiar to him though. It was something about her white hair. "Oh my god…"
"Trowa and Duo," Quatre greeted. They were just in time. "I want you to meet…"
"You're Sadirah," Duo broke in smiling brightly. "Hey, can I have your autograph?"
© 2002 Devon Masterson
Gundam Wing is owned by several people, but trust me I am not one of them. I just have some background people and this is just for fun so don't sue.