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" Taking it All "Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: angst and lemon (so far) Pairings: 1x3x1, 3+4 Disclaimer: I don't own GW or the characters, though I'd like to. You can try to sue me for messing up their lives royaly, but all you'll get is my cat that looks like Trowa, but named Duo. Author's note: This is probably the first fic that I started posting before finsihing it. . .so it may take a little longer to get everything up than usual. . .but I hope you enjoy it, and hopefully your requests will push me to finish it. . .since I haven't finished one in a loooooooooong time. Kudos
"Taking it All " Chapter 25 Quatre pulled from the kiss, his blue eyes hovering over Trowa's features. Trowa seemed to be avoiding eye contact with his fiancee. That wasn't a good sign. Quatre leaned forward and kissed his bottom lip, half afraid of asking what was going on in the Latin's mind; the other half needed to know. That was a mistake from before; he wouldn't fall again. "Is something wrong Trowa?" He attempted to sound unassuming, though deep down he worried of Heero's progress. It was hard to say if Trowa was straying again. Ever since placing the necklace, it had gotten harder to read what was real, and what was a possible reaction. "Nothing kitten." Trowa whispered, and Quatre felt that it wasn't true. "Trowa, please don't hide things from me." Trowa closed his eyes and turned from Quatre's gaze. "Whatever it is, I promise I won't get angry." "I called off this afternoon with Yuki. . .and I canceled for tomorrow." "Why?" "I'm sorry." "No. No, it's okay. I was just wondering why you would do that." "I wanted to spend time with Heero." "Heero?!?" Quatre sat back on his knees, staring at Trowa with a dropped jaw. "He's more important than planning our wedding?" "No. It's just that. . .he's going through something right now, and he needs me." Quatre mentally cursed the Japanese man. Now that he thought about it, boundaries were never placed on what Heero could or couldn't do to reclaim Trowa. "Aside, he's moving." "Why? Where?" "Work. Japan." Trowa slowly opened his eyes, but still refused to share a gaze with his boyfriend. "I'll never be able to see him again." "When did you learn about this?" "He briefly mentioned it a while ago, but it wasn't definite." "Now it is?" Trowa nodded before pushing to sit up straight. "When is he leaving?" "A few weeks after the wedding. I'm sorry kitten. I just wanted to spend as much time with him as possible before he left. He's been my best friend for so long. . .he's like a brother to me." Quatre chewed his bottom lip, wondering what to do. Had the affair not occurred, Quatre would have encouraged Trowa to be with his dear friend. . .but it did happen, and it left a shadow of doubt on Quatre's mind. "I promise I'll meet with her the rest of the week. Tomorrow's Heero's only day off this week, that's why I canceled." Quatre slid over to his lover and slipped his arms around Trowa in a hug before kissing his shoulder. "I know you'll miss him deeply." Quatre whispered softly. "I wish there was something I could do to help." "I know I haven't known him that long, but I can't imagine what it would be like not seeing him." "You're talking as if he's dying. I'm sure you'll see him again. You could always talk online, and everytime I have a business meeting, you could come with me." Trowa nodded and reached for his pants. Without another word, he pulled from Quatre's embrace and slid them on. Quatre watched, somehow feeling that he blew it. "Trowa, I don't know what to say." "I guess there really isn't anything to say." He was now buttoning his shirt. "Trowa, I know it's eating at you, and I want to-" "I know kitten. . .but you can't. I'm going for a drive." Tears welled Quatre's eyes as the echo of a closing door died. He clutched his heart, wishing he could somehow redirect how everything was unfolding. Trowa pulled his keys from his front pocket as he stepped from the front door. How could Quatre understand? He had a loving family; literally dozens of friends. Everyone loved him. True, Quatre always felt alone, regardless of how many people surrounded him; but there was a difference between choosing to be alone than being forced into it. As he waited to be allowed pass the mansion gates, he pulled his cell phone. He wanted to call Heero, just to talk and hear his voice in attempts of not thinking of his leave. . .but a better ideal came to him. Why not just visit him?
"You don't have to mock." Heero scoffed, then left the building. Sometimes Mallory took for granted that she was Sally's niece. Still, part of Heero didn't want to leave. Going home only meant that he would have quiet time to think about Trowa. He stopped suddenly, feeling someone approaching. His eyes lifted from their downcast position to find Trowa standing less than ten feet away. The Latin appeared confused at the fact that Heero was walking away from the building this late at night. "Shouldn't you be having incredible sex?" "Shouldn't you be playing super hero?" "It was slow, and I look 'exhausted'." "Sex is over." He didn't sound too happy. Not surprising. Before the incident, Trowa hadn't been completely satisfied sexually with Quatre. Taking the memories of the affair, didn't turn Quatre into a master lover. "Are you okay?" Heero nodded as he closed the gap between them. "We should probably get you out of the cold." Heero whispered and headed for his car. Suddenly, he felt Trowa seize his upper arm. He turned to meet emeralds. "Why not just take my car? It's already warm." Heero stared deeply into the green eyes, wondering what Trowa was going with this statement. "Trowa-" "I'll bring you back later to pick up your car." No other words shared, he followed his friend to the waiting car. Silence reigned as Heero wondered what was going through Trowa's mind. Something was different. He couldn't pin point it, but something about Trowa wasn't right at the moment. "You do look tired." Trowa stated, breaking the silence. It was then that Heero realized that they were half way to Heero's apartment. "Nightmares again?" "I'd have to get to sleep before nightmares could bother me." "Then what's wrong?" Heero turned his gaze from Trowa. "Just can't sleep. It isn't the first time, nor will it be the last." "I know you better than that." "Don't worry about it." "Is it because of Japan?" "Possibly." Heero kept his eyes toward his window. He could still, somewhat see Trowa's reflection in the glass. Part of him wanted to keep talking; the other wanted the silence to continue. At least that way, he could pretend that nothing had changed. It was comforting to believe, even if it wasn't real. "Heero, this guy that broke your heart. . .why don't you ever talk about him?" "Do you really need to ask that?" "Obviously, I do. You've always told me about things that bugged you, no matter what. . .but with this, you've been avoiding; as if hiding from it." "I don't want to talk about it." "Why?" "Why don't you ever talk about your wedding?" "Isn't that what you're sick of hearing about? Weren't those your words earlier?" "They were, but as I recall, you have yet to say anything about it outside of Matoto and Quatre. If you want me to tell you about him, I want you to answer the same question you've been dancing around ever since it was mentioned." "Heero, you know I don't do anything without reason." "What's the reason Trowa?" The Latin retained his answer. He kept his eyes glued to the road before him. Suddenly, he wished he hadn't said anything. He could feel Heero watching him, and it bothered him. He wasn't sure why, it just did. "You don't want to marry him, do you Trowa?" "I want to be with him." "That wasn't the question." Trowa pulled in front of Heero's apartment complex and killed the engine. He removed the key from the ignition, but that was as far as his intentions of leaving the car had gone. "It's just us. Your answer will stay between us. You know you can trust me." "I answer this, and you'll open to me?" Heero nodded his agreement, knowing that Trowa noticed it without turning to witness it. "I think it's stupid. A flimsy piece of paper and a ring doesn't keep people together." "It only traps." Trowa turned to finally face Heero. "Think about it for a second. . .if things between the two of you get rocky for whatever reason, you'll still be his. He would never sign divorce papers. You're nothing more than another asset that he wants to secure Trowa." "When he came home today, he mentioned that he wanted me to sign a prenup." "What?" "It-it deals in the event of me possibly cheating on him." "Did you sign?" "His attorney hasn't finished preparing the legal document. . .why would he do something like that. I've been loyal to him." Trowa searched Heero's features, looking for some sort of answer. Heero lightly placed his hand over Trowa's. "I don't know what's happened to him, but ever since we came from Paris, he hasn't been the same person. He doesn't even look at me the way he did." "Have you talked to him about it?" "I feel stupid asking. After all, he did propose. That's proof enough that he loves me." "Is it?" "People don't ask, unless-" Heero tighten his hold on Trowa's hand, allowing their fingers to weave as one. "Trowa, I love you more than anyone or anything in this life. You've been such a major part of my life that I can't see living without you. . .and I don't want to try either. Marry me instead of him." Shock consumed Trowa. He stared into Heero's eyes, half knowing that his friend was merely trying to get his point across, and yet the deathly serious expression in his deep blue eyes sent chills along Trowa's spine, as if it were somehow real. His heart was pounding faster than ever. Heero knew what the answer was going to be, but still, a small part of him wanted to hear a different answer. Trowa was definitely taken aback by his words. He hadn't planned to say them, but now that he did, it was too late. The sad part of the situation was that he meant it. . .every word of it. . .and meaning it while knowing that at one time Trowa would have said 'yes', brought tears to his eyes. "Heero-don't play like that. Tell me you're joking." Heero didn't respond. He had promised before not to lie to Trowa, and the last thing he wanted to lie about was his heart. Instead, he released Trowa's hand and climbed from the car. At first, Trowa couldn't even think clearly. He could only watch as Heero headed into the apartment building. Finally gaining control, he climbed from the passenger side and followed his friend. "Heero." The Japanese man stopped on the stairwell, and turned to face Trowa. "I need to show you something." He whispered softly. Confused, Trowa followed him to his apartment. He took a seat on the sofa as Heero requested. His attention couldn't pull from Heero as he hung up their coats. When he returned, he sat next to Trowa, a serious expression masked his features. "Hee-" He placed his finger over Trowa's lips. "I need you to be completely honest with me." Trowa nodded, and Heero removed his hand. "Do you want me to leave?" "No." "If situations between you and Quatre were different, would you follow me?" "Yes." "Why?" Trowa's lips parted to speak, but Heero stopped him. "I don't want questions to answer my questions. I just want answers Trowa. Honest answers. . . .why would you go with me?" "Because you're the closest person to me. I don't want to lose you." "When I asked you to marry me, did your heart stop?" "Yes." "Why?" "Shock?" "I don't want questions Trowa." "Shock. I never thought you'd say something like that, even as a joke." "Why do you think I was joking?" Trowa's bottom lip drop slightly, and Heero leaned forward to taste them. It was sweet. . .the feeling of Heero's lips against his own. The gesture was gentle; far more than Quatre's somehow. Before Trowa knew it, he was returning the tender action; his hand lightly cupping Heero's neck. His body seemed to have taken over without his knowledge, let alone permission. He felt Heero's strong arm wrap around his waist; felt it pulling him against the muscular body, yet he didn't resist. . .just as he didn't resist Heero's tongue as it ventured into his mouth. It was all somehow familiar, yet it wasn't. He closed his eyes tightly, wanting to explore further. He moved closer to Heero, straddling him, and pushing him back to lean against the arm of the couch. He kissed his friend more deeply, noticing that every inch of his body was burning with something he hadn't felt in so long. . .something Quatre could never make him feel. . .Quatre?. . .Quatre! Trowa pulled from the kiss, realizing for the first time that it wasn't the Arab making him feel the way he was feeling. Guilt consumed him and he climbed from Heero's half exposed body. He stepped away from the couch, realizing that Heero's shirt had somehow ended up on the floor; and the front of his jeans were open, exposing his half harden penis. Though the scene had been inviting, Trowa pushed the invitation from his mind. It was then that he realized that he was still fully clothed. Heero hadn't touched him. . .but he touched Heero. He had partially stripped his best friend, and had been pumping him. "What am I doing?" Trowa whispered softly; his head beginning to swim. Concern washed over Heero's features as he sat up straight. "Trowa?" "I'm sorry." His eyes rolled back, and Heero sprang from the couch, catching him before he could crash onto the coffee table. "Trowa?!!" He lightly tapped the side of Trowa's
face, but no response came. "Trowa, open your eyes." Heero
pleaded while checking for a pulse. He was alive. He merely fainted. Chapter
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