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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 Six "Do you ever want to be intimate with someone?" The question caught Trowa completely by surprise. It was one of their nightly study sessions and Trowa had his work spread out on one half of the desk while Duo covered the other half. He supposed it was yet another holdover from the war - they spread things out like battle plans, allowing each other to look, expecting criticism or insight at any moment. "Not especially." Duo's lips twitched for a solid minute before he finally gave in and smirked. "Not especially?" Trowa sighed and tossed down his pencil. He wasn't really in the mood to work on his Freshman Composition II essay in any case. "No, not especially." "What does that even mean, man?" "I've had a passing interest, a few times, maybe," Trowa extrapolated. Duo nodded and then cradled his chin, a thoughtful look on his face. "Quatre?" His voice sounded serious, sympathetic even. Trowa rolled his eyes. "No." "Lady Une?" "Jesus - no." Duo nodded, his serious facade still intact. "Relena?" Trowa glared at him. "Wu - Wufei?" Duo couldn't even say the name without laughing. "Sex with Wufei. There's a nightmare I've never had before," Trowa muttered. "So if it's not any of them..." Duo's eyes got comically wide. "Heero? Is Heero this passing interest?" "No, I don't - does Heero even have sex?" Duo shrugged one shoulder. "Beats me. We roomed together for seven weeks back when we were undercover at that fancy school? Not once did the guy jack off. What about when he was with you?" Trowa arched an eyebrow. "You mean the month he spent in a coma?" "Yeah - I mean, that's different than the rest of the time... how exactly?" Trowa rolled his eyes. "Don't get me wrong, the guy is aces, but human interaction... ain't exactly his strong suit." "Like you're one to talk," Trowa had to say. Duo shrugged. "Point taken." "Do you?" Duo looked confused. "Do I what?" "Ever want to be intimate with someone?" Duo's face settled into a surprisingly neutral mask. "I guess I don't see much point," he said eventually. He held up his right hand and wiggled the fingers. "This is the only hand that's never hurt me, well, this one too I guess," he added and held up his left. He considered the palms of his hands and then shrugged. "I don't really trust anyone else, you know? And if I can get myself off then what's the point in risking it?" Trowa found himself nodding in agreement. "It's just a transaction, anyway," he mused. "Just a way to get something you want or need." "Hardly a transaction when they just take what they want," Duo muttered. Trowa considered that and he was struck by how different their experiences had been. "I guess I was twelve or so when I learned how to... negotiate," he admitted. Duo shook his head. "Negotiate? I never learned how to do that." Trowa wasn't at all surprised. He imagined Duo had fought against every single person who had ever tried to touch him. He imagined Duo had won a fair amount of those fights. But not the ones where the odds were five to one. "There's got to be something to it, for them," Duo said, his gaze focused at a point over Trowa's shoulder. Trowa turned to see a male and female student furtively making out in the opposite corner of the study lounge. "Are we just too fucked up to ever want that?" Duo asked. "I've never been in a position to want that before," Trowa said, realizing the truth of those words as he said them. This was the first time in his life when he didn't need to use his body to survive - he didn't need to fight or manipulate or struggle anymore. He could want things now. He swallowed hard and tried to imagine wanting that, but all he could think about were the heavy, sweaty men who had taken him, swallowed up his pain and bruised his flesh and left him empty and broken. "Dunno if I ever will be," Duo said and Trowa nodded again.
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