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"Pax Ultima"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: Angst, violence, language, sex Pairings: If you need to know, please email me
and I will be happy to tell you. Summary:They fought for peace, but peace took away what they loved the most. A very grim tale of suspense and betrayal, set post-canon and featuring character death. Thanks as always to the always fabulous Cuzo
for being my beta! "Pax Ultima " Chapter Sixteen It took six days. Wufei had posted himself across the square, rented a
room above a convenience store that was a front for a drug ring and
Trowa knew his partner was itching to bust them, to shut it down and
arrest the middle-aged men who passed off packages of candy to twelve-year
olds to deliver on the streets. But he didn't. Wufei sat in the room and he watched
and he waited. Trowa had never cared much for hats. He didn't like
the way they cut into his circulation, the cramped compression against
his skull. After six days of wearing the same black beanie, shoving
his hair under it, he was convinced his hair was going to be permanently
fucked, with a line across his skull and his bangs twisted at an odd
angle that made Wufei smirk. It was something, Trowa supposed, to
see that smirk and feel Wufei tug on his hair. It was something, the
firm press of Wufei's body against his own, his hot mouth, his tight
ass drawing Trowa deep into his body. Trowa wouldn't, couldn't call it comfort. He was a soldier,
and he wasn't used to comfort. It wasn't want that drove him into
Wufei's lean, dangerous body. It was need. Wufei was an anchor, the
only reason, the only real thing that let Trowa hold himself together
because the rest of his fucking universe had fallen apart and was
impossible to understand, impossible to put back together. He hadn't shaved since the morning he had finally found
Duo in that diner, and after two weeks there was enough stubble on
his jaw and around his mouth that surveillance cameras wouldn't be
able to scan his face easily. Enough that Wufei bitched about it when
they kissed, when Trowa rubbed his face across his chest and left
Wufei's nipples sore. The beanie, the beard and the tinted glasses he wore
were enough to render him unrecognizable to anyone looking for Trowa
Barton. But they were both confident Duo would know him. Who else would sit on the bench beside the Maxwell Church
memorial for six nights, waiting? In retrospect, Trowa should have known Duo wouldn't
go for it. Wouldn't accept the gesture as an apology or be willing
to meet on Trowa's terms. He should have anticipated Duo doing this
his way. He should have, but when he came back to the room after
his sixth fruitless night on the bench, he hadn't expected to find
Wufei and Duo sitting in the room waiting for him. Sharing tea. Duo sat straddling a chair backwards, chin propped on
the back, tea in one hand and his other dangling loosely. He looked up at Trowa's entrance, and there was no mistaking
the sudden tension in his body. He hadn't moved, hadn't shifted even
an inch, but he transformed in an instant. Trowa closed the door behind himself and pulled off
his jacket. He tossed it onto the floor, earning a scowl from Wufei.
He was more careful removing the glasses, crossing the room and setting
them down on the desk beside Wufei's laptop. He noticed it was open, noticed that something was downloading. At last he pulled off the beanie, and he swore to himself
he wouldn't wear the damn thing ever again. Duo was staring at him, mouth open and eyes wide. "Dude. Your hair is so fucked up." ~ * ~ |
