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"What May Come"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Language, angst, violence, sex Pairings: 2x3x2 Summary: Almost two years after the war, Trowa Barton decides to move on and enrolls at Amaris University, located on the former Lunar Base. He quickly learns that the past isn't so easy to run away from, especially not when the past confronts him in the form of Duo Maxwell. A/N: This has been in my head for years. I'm
sorry it isn't an update to any of my WIPs but… it's a challenge
to get back in the heads of characters who I haven't lived with in
a while. For now, all I can do is try to write - but rest assured
that I am looking over my old work and making notes and preparing
to update. Eventually. I'm sorry I can't promise more. "What May Come " Chapter Seventeen Tomorrow morning was going to arrive too soon. For once, Trowa was anything but hopeful about the future. He had spent his entire life wanting for one day to pass into the next, wishing for his past to get farther and farther behind him and for the present to cease. But not today, not tonight. There was no race this time, no victory lap to celebrate the end of another school year. Instead, they swam together, pushing themselves deep into the water and holding on, bodies twined together, their hearts hammering and lungs bursting with need, but it was nothing compared to the anxiety of impending loss. It wasn't just the steady sleep, anymore, and it had become more than shared physical release. Duo knew him. Really knew him on a level that Trowa himself didn't understand. For the first time in his life, Trowa felt like someone, like him. For the first time, Trowa Barton was real. He had thoughts and feelings and he existed for more than survival. Trowa Barton wanted. When they finally surfaced their faces were close enough to touch, noses bumping and water dripping from Duo's forehead down to Trowa's lips. "When did you get this one?" Duo's right hand rested on Trowa's back, just below his left shoulder, his fingers splayed across the Roma Chakra there. "When I came back to the circus, after the first war." He still vividly remembered that night - Catharine slapped him again, held him and cried all over him. And then August had pried her off and led Trowa into the tent, passed him a bottle of moonshine, and told him to strip. Duo's hand was still on his shoulder, and if they had been standing on dry land it would have felt like they were about to start dancing. Trowa nudged his nose against Duo's and the other man smirked. "Come with me to the circus. You can get one of your own." It wasn't strictly true - there was no way August would give this tattoo to just anyone, and even less chance that Catharine would allow Duo, of all people, to stay in their trailer. "Yeah, because Catharine would just love to see me again," Duo muttered. "She's not Quatre's biggest fan either," Trowa told him. "Is that supposed to comfort me? In her mind I'm in the same category as Quatre?" Trowa smirked. "There are worse categories to be in." "Oh really? Like what?" Trowa couldn't think of one and so he reached out to take hold of Duo's erection. It had been nudging against him, under the water, and as soon as he wrapped his hand around it Duo closed his eyes and drew in a shuddery breath. Duo reached for him and they stroked each other, their sharp hips rocking together and their feet tangled. They went under water, because it was difficult to tread water, avoid kicking each other, and concentrate on getting off at the same time. Duo gasped under water, a mistake that led him to surface immediately. "We're going to fucking drown," Duo coughed, but his hand was still doing amazing things, still driving Trowa toward orgasm. "Okay," Trowa said. It seemed a logical risk to take. Duo laughed, that rare, throaty chuckle that made Trowa think of champagne and chess. But Trowa realized that drowning, while giving each other hand jobs, wasn't the really the way he wanted to die. He swam backwards, close enough to a lane line, and wrapped his free arm around it. Duo joined him, copying his pose and then latching back on to Trowa's cock as though he needed it to stay afloat. They still went under and when Trowa came he moaned, his lungs flooded with water and he spent the next five minutes draped over the lane line, Duo pounding his back, and they grinned like maniacs. "Maybe some snorkel gear for next time," Duo mused. "I'm not sure there's much of a market for snorkel gear on the Moon," Trowa had to point out. Duo smirked. "Probably not, but I'm sure your pal Quatre has some - you're visiting him again?" Trowa nodded. Duo sighed. "Well, I'll say a prayer for your safe keeping every night." Trowa rolled his eyes. "You're working for Howard again?" Duo shook his head. "No, I'm staying with Hilde, actually. Told her I'd give her a hand setting up shop." Trowa didn't know what, exactly, had caused the two to part before, and he hadn't realized until now that things had been repaired between them. Duo was looking at him strangely, a wary expression that meant he had to say something and he already regretted it. "Don't... don't get yourself killed or anything," Duo finally said after he had put it off for as long as he could. It was the nearest Duo had ever come to saying he needed Trowa. There was too much Trowa wanted to say, too many requests. But Duo was looking at him, that look he wore when they were underwater and could see each other, could see past the surface. So Trowa nodded.
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