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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 Four "Where the hell are we going?" It was just after midnight durin exam week and Trowa was following a determined Duo down the abandoned corridors of the exercise center on campus. They had been studying for the past three hours but Duo eventually called a halt to their work and demanded that Trowa follow him. "Well we're sure as hell not going to go lay on the floor of the caf and look at the stars," Duo muttered. Trowa was brought up short by that. Duo looked back at him and sighed. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that - I mean, I get it. That room is pretty damn peaceful late at night and being that close to space is... well it's one of the best ways to remember what being alive feels like." Of course Duo understood. And of course Duo had spied on him. Trowa wanted to be upset about that, but it made sense and was oddly... comforting. "But we aren't going there?" Trowa asked. "Nah - I've got too much energy to lay still." Trowa waited patiently and silently while Duo broke into four different locked doors before finally leading him into a large, humid room that was pitched into almost complete darkness except for a strange, blue-violet glow that emanated from the floor. "The pool?" He questioned, looking down at the bright water. Duo nodded. "Closest thing to zero g," he said, a wistful note in his voice. Trowa gave him a look. "You forget that I'm a Terran - I don't lust after zero g the way you spacers do." Duo returned the look. "And you forget that I'm not an idiot. I know you like to escape orbit just as much as I do." That much was true, and Trowa didn't see the point in fighting Duo's logic. Beside him Duo started to strip, kicking off his shoes and then slowly, methodically undressing and folding his clothes as he went. "How often do you do this?" Trowa had to ask. Duo shrugged, lean muscles rippling over his exposed shoulders. "A few nights a week, whenever I can't sleep." "Wouldn't that be every night?" Trowa had to ask. Duo glared. "I manage to sleep every once in a while, Mother." Duo was completely naked before Trowa even realized it and he only had a second to look over the shorter man's pale body before he dove head first into the pool. It wasn't long enough to catalog any injuries and Trowa sighed. He followed Duo's example and stripped down until he was completely naked. Only when he was nudging both his and Duo's clothes farther away from the edge of the pool did he realize Duo was watching him from the water. He arched an eyebrow in challenge, daring Duo to comment on his body. He knew what he looked like - too thin with scars decorating a fair amount of his body and a handful tattoos on his chest, shoulders and back to complete the look of a malnourished, ill adjusted soldier. "Never figured you for the type to put ink all over your body," Duo said. It was probably the most neutral comment he could come up with, but Trowa avoided a response and instead dove into the pool. He swam as far down as he could, staying under until his lungs felt close to bursting and only then did he slowly allow his body to float upwards. He surfaced with a painful gasp and that first gulp of oxygen invigorated him. Duo was treading water nearby and he gave Trowa a significant, knowing look. Maybe this was better than lying on the floor of the caf. Then the look on Duo's face transformed into a slow, devilish grin. It was the only warning Trowa had before Duo pulled him under.
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