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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 6 "Are you feeling well?" Quatre asked softly after noting that Trowa had barely touched his dinner. The Latin laid his fork down. In truth, the smell was turning his stomach. He ate as much as he could. . .more or less the soup that began dinner and the steamed vegtables. Aside, when he sat down with Quatre to eat, he was still pretty full from Heero's soup earlier that day. Though Trowa usually picked at his food, being sick made it worse. "I'm just not that hungry." "You ate with Heero?" "That was around noon." "What'd you have?" "Soup." Why did this feel like an interrigation? The first part of dinner had been usual small talk of how Quatre's day had gone. After a brief pause, this was what had followed. Quatre swallowed hard before taking a drink of his red wine. "What did you guys do all day?" "Just relaxed in his apartment." "That's it?" Trowa looked over at his boyfriend. He knew when he woke and found the Arab playing his violin that he was in a bad mood. The notes from the string instrument was nothing short of depressed anger. "You went out in the cold just so you could 'relax' at Heero's apartment? Why didn't he come here, and save you trouble?" "He didn't know I was sick, kitten." "He's suppose to be your best friend, he should have known better. . .Why didn't you call him and tell him?" "I wanted to get away from here." Tears burned Quatre's eyes, and Trowa realized how that was taken. "That's not what I meant. This place is so empty without you. . .and the servants. . ." "I thought you've gotten use to them. You didn't seem to have a problem with them until recently." Trowa didn't respond. He knew that the servants of Quatre's mansion would definitely tell their boss what goes on when he wasn't around. He didn't want any of them catching a glimspe of him and Heero alone. "Trowa, are you unhappy here?" The question wasn't that big of a shocker, but he still was taken aback. "Of course not kitten." "Then why are you acting strangely? Is it something I've said, or done, or not doing?" "No." He didn't even think about the answer. He just didn't want Quatre to feel guilty about his unfaithful ways. It wasn't the blonde's fault that he was a cheating bastard. "You're wonderful Quatre." "You don't seem happy anymore." "I'm not exactly feeling myself." "Before you caught this cold, or flu, or whatever it is. Something's not right between us anymore. I can feel it. And the way you've been spending all your free time with Heero, I'm starting to feel that you don't want me anymore." "I do want you Quatre." "Then what's going on?" He was looking for reassurance. The only problem was that Trowa couldn't give him that without lying to his face. He couldn't bring himself to stoop that low. He stared into the aquamarine eyes, wondering what he could say to give Quatre confidence and prevent tears. Now would be the perfect time for him to tell his lover everything that had been happening under his nose. Relieve a lot of stress, and perhaps bring about more sense to everything. . .at the same time, it may also shorten his options. No doubt, once Quatre learns of the affair, he'd ban Trowa from his life. If he truly loved Quatre, he didn't want to risk losing him just yet. "I've been spending more time with Heero to get out of the house. You're at the office a lot, and sitting around here is driving me crazy." "So you're feeling neglected?" "No." "Then what?" "I'm just saying that. . ." His eyes dropped toward the table as he searched for the words to explain. He felt useless. At least with Heero, he didn't feel that way. Telling Quatre would only make things worse. He wasn't sure why, but he had a gut feeling that's what would happen. So, as if he was at a banquet, he kept those words to himself and probed for a better answer. "What?" "I getting sick of doing nothing all day long." "What do you want to do?" "I don't know." "Trowa, if there's something you have in mind, you can tell me." "I don't." Why was he pushing? This wasn't like Quatre. Usually, his lover was patient when it came to him opening up his feelings. Now, he seemed eager, as if attempting to force a confession. Part of Trowa wanted to retort with the fact that the Arab had no problems with a silent date at his parties, but he swallowed the harsh words. "Trowa, if you want to start working again, or volunteer your time to something, I'm fine with that. You just have to let me know what I can do to help you." Then leave me alone. He stated silently, but the only sound heard was his coughing as he turned from the table and covered his mouth with his napkin. Quatre studied the features of his boyfriend. He could see the inner turmoil. Trowa couldn't even look at him anymore. That wasn't a good sign. He forced his tears to remain hidden. This was exactly why he couldn't follow Jade's advice of telling Trowa. The Latin would find a way to avoid direct lies. Twice so far in the conversation, he had left opportunties for Trowa to confess, and the Latin danced around them easily. "I don't mean to pry. I'm just concerned." Trowa didn't respond. "Trowa-" "I'm fine." Quatre pushed from his seat and walked over to his lover. Trowa looked up in time for the blonde to sit on his lap. He tenderly kissed Trowa's lips and smoothed his hair. "I'm sorry I'm being so mean to you while you're sick. Sometimes, I can be such a rotten boyfriend." "You're not kitten." He guided Trowa's head to rest on his shoulder. "I'll have some free time in a couple of weeks. Maybe we can go a on quick vacation. Just the two of us." It was almost too perfect of timing. Some quality time with Quatre would definitely help him decide where he stood. "The timing couldn't be better kitten." Trowa whispered softly into the hallow of Quatre's neck. That said, he began tenderly kissing along the creamy flesh, all the while forgetting that he was feeling horrible because of his illness. Normally, Quatre didn't want to risk getting sick, but this time, he made an exception. He made no resistance as Trowa continued kissing and licking his neck. It would only help insure his win over the Latin's heart later on. "Damn, that looks like a wild night." Heero turned around while pulling his shirt down to cover the grates Trowa had left him with from yesterday. Even while sick, he was great in bed. Even now, Heero wasn't sure how he had gotten in the Latin's pants. In all honesty, he had wanted to avoided making love to Trowa again without some type of decision being made between him and Quatre. Needless to say, it didn't go as he planned. Duo stood on the threshold of the locker room grinning. "That had to be a good fuck. Anyone I know?" Heero snickered. No one Duo needed to know. "When did you get back?" "This morning, but that's boring news. What's interesting is who put those claw marks all over your back." Duo plopped down on the nearest bench to hear all the juicy details. "Last I checked, you weren't seeing anyone. I'm gone for a couple of weeks, and you hook up with a wild cat, then fail to tell your best friend." "Trowa's my best friend." "Trowa knows about this?" Duo appeared hurt and confused as his bottom lip patruded. "Yeah. Trowa knows the person well." "What does he think of her?" Aside from Trowa, and Quatre, everyone believed Heero to be a straight man. Even Duo. It was easier that way on several accounts. No one really needed to know the truth. "They get along really well." "What does she look like? Is she really hot?" "You're gay Duo, why would you care what a woman looks like?" "That doesn't mean I can't take interrest in my friend's love life. . .especially since I'm not having one at the time." Heero closed the locker that had housed his clothes. He sat next to Duo and pulled on his shoes. "Frankly Duo, I rather you didn't." "Why? You never had a problem before." "Well, there's a problem now." "What?" "I don't want to talk about it in detail, but here's the gist, and if you say anything to anyone, even Quatre, I'll rip your dick off and give it to Wu Fei." Duo stared at Heero in shock. It had been a while since Heero threaten anyone. It only proved how serious Heero was on the topic. "Ouch. Why the big secretcy?" "I'm not sure it'll work out, and if it doesn't, I don't want it to come back to bite me. Until a decision is made, I want all outside influence elimnated." "Is it serious? Did you get her preggo and learned she's underage or something?" Heero stood and grabbed his shoulder bag. "I'm not that irresponsible." "Then what?" "I don't want to talk about it, and I don't want you to either. Not Quatre, Wu Fei, or even Trowa." "But I thought Trowa knew." "He does, he's just not fully aware. Let me trust you to keep quite Duo. . .please don't make me regret that. This means a lot to me." Duo nodded, slightly stunned. He couldn't remember a time that Heero sounded so serious and depressed. With that, Heero turned to leave. "You sound like you care a lot about this chick. . .one might think you even love her." Heero clutched the strap of his bag and closed his eyes. He had to tell someone. . . .just to get it off his chest. "I do Duo. So much that it hurts. That's why I'll never forgive you if you say one word. I know it's going to be hard for you not to talk, but if our friendship means anything to you, then let your silence prove it. . .as well as your distance." "Huh?" "I know you, and if I catch you spying on me to try and figure out what's going on-" "Wu Fei'll have my dick. Got it. Later buddy." Heero swore himself. Not only had he slightly clued Duo in, but he put far too much emphazsis on keeping this hushed. The American will break. Especailly if Wu Fei senses that he's hiding something. No matter what, Wu Fei could get any type of info from Duo. Hopefully Trowa will have decided by then, and it wouldn't matter. In thoughtful silence, he headed to the break room to punch out. Though he was phyically tired, mentally he was a wreck. He knew trying to get sleep would be useless. Somehow, he knew that this feeling was going to last awhile, or until Trowa made up his mind. Though, yesterday, when they parted, they agreed to slow down a bit, they haven't fully called things off. It only meant that sex couldn't get in the way as much. It also meant they would cut down on their time together. . .or at least try. Tonight they would spend time together, since they made plans weeks ago to go to a basketball game. Neither of them were really into sports, but the tickets were given to Heero by a coworker who couldn't make the game. They were VIP tickets, meaning admitance into private booths. "Hey Yuy." Heero looked up in time to witness Wu Fei punching in for his shift. "Sally was looking for you." "Shit." Heero breathed in annoyance. Whenever Sally was 'looking for him', it usually meant a double shift. "Not feeling helpful today?" "I got plans." Grinning Wu Fei punched Heero's number onto the touch screen, logging him out from his shift. "Then you better get out of here. Duo's around here somewhere. The slacker can work in your place." "Understood." Heero turned to leave. "Oh, Yuy." He turned in time to catch what Wu Fei was tossing toward him. "Straight from Japan. We checked five different places and still no almond." Heero opened the bag to find boxes of strawberry pocky and vanilla yan yan. "I'll pay you next pay day." "Pay Maxwell back. He's the one that got them." Half smiling, he nodded and left the room. Duo owed Heero money anyways, so the treats were to even that out. Fair enough. Vanilla yan yan was so hard to find on this Colony. The only vendor that did sell it stopped due to lack of sales. Unfortunately, almond pocky was heading in the same extinct direction. No sooner had he stepped from the building into the chilly morning air, his cell phone started vibrating against his leg. Seeing how Trowa wasn't parked in the lot, he figured that was who was calling him. He answered quickly and continued walking toward his car. It was Trowa. The sick man sounded even worse today than yesterday, and Heero wondered if that was due to his being out in the cold. "Hey." Trowa called weakly in response to Heero's answer. "I'm guessing you still feel like shit." His answer was coughing. "Yeah, but I'm suppose see a doctor today. Quatre refuses letting me skip medical attention." "As much as I hate to admit it, he might be right for a change. If you're not feeling up for the game tonight, I understand." "I'll be there Heero. I'm already starting to feel better." "Took some medicine?" "The best kind. . .your voice." Heero was filled with the urge of wanting to touch him at this point. He leaned against the side of his car and closed his eyes. "Baby, I wish my voice could heal you completely." Trowa relaxed further into the feather pillows, wanting to feel Heero's touch again. For the first time that morning, a smile pulled his lips. "What time are you going to the doctor?" "I'm not. The doctor's coming here." "The things money can buy." Heero chuckled. "The things it can't." "You should probably be resting right now." "There's something else I wanted to tell you before I let you go." "Hn?" "Quatre's planning a vacation for us?" "When?" "Within the next couple of weeks." "For how long?" "Not sure yet. He's going to try to push back as many appointments as possible and let me know when he comes home. We don't know where we're going until we know that much." Heero wasn't sure what to say. He knew what he wanted to say, but prevented himself. "Keep me posted." "I will." "Get some rest, and hopefully, I'll see you tonight." ~ * ~ Chapter
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