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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 Eighteen "She wants me to go down on her." "Well, has she gone down on you?" "No, not yet - some bullshit about needing to trust me?" "Dude, you should sixty-nine - tell her you want to experience it together." "Yeah... shit, that's brilliant." "I know man - that way she's got to return the favor!" "But what if, what if she farts on my face?" It wasn't the worst conversation they had overheard in the caf, but Trowa was forced to look away from Duo's face and stare at the unappetizing ground meat substitute on his plate. Across the table, Duo actually had to slap his hands over his face, completely covering it, and his shoulders started to shake. "Are you crying or laughing?" Trowa asked him after several minutes of it not stopping. Duo nodded. "This is why we should never eat in the caf," he muttered. "Dude, if she farts on your face, dump her. That is so not cool." Duo hunched over and Trowa had to reach out and push back his bangs so they didn't touch the food on his plate. "You think? I mean, she's really hot." "Fart. In your face. That's not something you can ever forget or ever forgive." "Let's go," Trowa sighed and grabbed Duo's plate. By this point they had attracted more attention than the conversation about... sex and farting. Duo drew in a deep, ragged breath that reminded Trowa of the nights he woke up, struggling with nightmares. Duo rubbed at his face, his eyes were wide and wet and his cheeks were red, but he took his plate back from Trowa and followed him to the trash and then out of the caf. They both had classes to get to, but by unspoken agreement they went back to their dorm room. "Are you okay?" Trowa had to ask Duo once they were safely inside. Duo nodded rapidly, but his lip, and then choked on a laugh. "I just... I can't..." he stopped trying to form words and laughed again. Trowa waited for him to catch his breath. "Okay. I'm good now." He didn't mind hearing Duo laugh - he enjoyed it, actually - but this wasn't one of the throaty chuckles Duo rarely indulged in, or even the dark laugh of Shinigami. This was something closer to hysteria. "Tell me." Duo drew in a deep breath. "He won't forgive her if she farts on his face when they're sixty-nining." "Yes. That seemed to be the consensus." Duo looked at him, his eyes earnest, the laughter gone. "Trowa. You left me to die and I forgave you. He - it's one hypothetical fart and he's going to dump her." It took him a moment to organize his reactions to Duo's words. Yes, he had left Duo to die - many times, and while they had never spoken of those times directly, Trowa had felt the weight of those betrayals keenly. But Duo had forgiven him? It didn't even sound like a recent forgiveness, from the way Duo said it. But what upset his equilibrium even more - "We're dating?" He had to ask. Duo shrugged one shoulder, an uneasy look on his face. "No? I don't - hell, Tro, I don't know what dating is, but we - we sure as hell aren't just friends." "No," Trowa agreed. They sure as hell were not just friends. "And I think, I mean, I've moved past the dumping you when you fart in my face stage of things." Trowa rolled his eyes. "I've never done that to you." Duo shrugged again. "Well, if you did, I think I could forgive you." "You think?" "Look, if I'm being honest here - and you know me, honesty first - I'm like 96% certain I'd forgive you." Trowa felt his lips twitch. "I think I could forgive you too," he admitted. Duo grinned. "Want to try it?" Trowa stared at him in horror. "Do I want to try farting in each other's faces?" "No - seriously, no Trowa. Where do you get these ideas?" Duo shook his head. "Do you want to try sixty-nining?" "Oh." "We don't have to," Duo said in a rush. They had touched almost every inch of each other's bodies with their hands, but had still kept their mouths to themselves. Trowa considered it. He had dreamed about it - for months he had closed his eyes and wondered what Duo's cock would feel like in his mouth - but he didn't know if Duo would appreciate that kind of attention. "Have you done it before?" He asked. Duo shook his head. "No, but I figure... I can follow your lead?" Trowa nodded. He had done it before, given a blow job, tasted someone else's pleasure and tried not to care how much it burned his throat or stretched his lips. "I don't want to do anything they did to you," Duo said. "I don't want to be like them. I don't want to touch you like they did." Trowa nodded. He didn't want Duo to do that either, but even more, he didn't want to remind Duo of his past. He reached out and took Duo's hand. He considered the long, agile fingers, the things they had done in the past, the things they could do in the future. "It's going to be tricky," he told Duo at last, "because you need to relax or you're going to choke. But if you relax too much and fart in my face, there's a 12% chance I'm not going to forgive you." "Twelve? I'm only saying four percent here! What -" "Must be your Catholic coming out, all that willingness to forgive." Duo muttered something under his breath but then sighed and looked at his watch. "If we hurry we can make it to class - or do you want to... give this a try?" "You're asking me to skip class and have sex instead?" Duo nodded, the right corner of his mouth tilting upwards. "Next thing I know you're going to want to go to a Victory Day party," Trowa muttered, but he tugged on Duo's waistband, using it to pull the other man towards Kippernick's room. "Afraid we're becoming normal?" Duo teased and pulled Trowa's shirt off. "Normal? There's no danger of that ever happening," Trowa assured him and unzipped Duo's fly. "You think?" There was a hint of seriousness to Duo's voice. "Duo. Have you met us? I promise, we're never going to be normal. We're too good for that."
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