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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 8 Heero tenderly ran his index finger along Trowa's bare shoulder as he kissed the Latin's neck. Once again, the motel room was calm, opposed to the chaotic state of a few moments earlier. Trowa closed his eyes and shivered under Heero's caress. "So much for slowing down." He whispered softly and Heero chuckled. Trowa rolled onto his back and stared into Heero's face. "Are you going to try blaming me again?" "That was the initial ideal." Their lips met quickly. "I wonder what it's like to wake up next to you." Heero traced his lover's lips with his thumb. "There's only one way to find out." "We should probably head back. As long as we've been gone, we'd have eaten for months." Heero relaxed between the blankets and watched Trowa climb from the bed. "There isn't any real need to rush. . .the flat's already in the trunk." Trowa stopped and looked over his shoulder toward Heero. "Unless you're done with me tonight." "You placed a flat tire in your trunk before you left?" Heero nodded, and Trowa couldn't help but laugh. "I guess I know you a little too well." He added as an after thought. "We still have 20 minutes before we actually need to start back." Trowa reclaimed his spot on the bed. "You're always prepared." "Was there a doubt?" He lightly rubbed Trowa's arm as he spoke. "Not really." "What was he upset about earlier?" "Spending too much time with you. I haven't told him yet." "You could always just let him catch us." "No. I need to tell him. . .there shouldn't be any other way. After all, I owe him at least that much." "Do you know what you want?" "Do I ever?" "Maybe you should find that out first." Trowa pushed to a sitting position and Heero lightly rubbed his back. "Baby, you can't keep putting this off." "You're not going to say anything either way, are you?" Heero sat up and pulled Trowa into an embrace. "Your whole life, you've had people telling you what to do. . .you don't have to live like that anymore." "You can't tell me if you care, just a little?" "You already know the answer to that." Heero wouldn't be here if he didn't. "Sometimes, I wonder if you play along with this just to spite him." "That better be a joke. Baby, you know that I have better reasons to want to be with you." "Mhmm. . ." Trowa lightly kissed along Heero's neck. "There's the way I suck your dick. . .and how I ride you." The Latin's hand ran along Heero's chest. It was amazing how different his two lovers were in every aspect; from the way they act and dress, to their personalities and body structures. Heero closed his eyes to focus on Trowa's touch. At that moment, Trowa began sucking on Heero's neck. It was another trait that Trowa admired. No matter what he did to Heero's body, the next day, or even a few hours later, it was back to normal. . . .so leaving a hickey or two, was no big deal. "So when are you leaving?" Trowa pulled from his actions and raised to look into Heero's features. He seemed to be avoiding eye contact with Trowa. "For vacation?" "This weekend." "For how long?" "A week." "That's a long time for the two of you to be alone. . .uninterrupted. . .away from me." This was a first. He sounded jealous. If Trowa didn't know any better, that's the bet he would have made. "Heero-" The Japanese man turned from him, leaving his back to Trowa. "That's a lot of time to think." That's what his words and actions were about. Trowa couldn't really blame him. Heero was normally a patient man, but given the situation, he could fully understand his lover's words. "I promise Heero. . .when I come back, I'll make a decision." Trowa pressed against Heero's back. "I won't make you or him suffer anymore. Please, just bare with me until then." "Swear to me." Heero whispered softly. "I swear." Heero accepted his word. He never knew Trowa to lie to him before. He pushed to a sitting position and turned to face his lover. In that case, he needed to completely open to Trowa. Words weren't his choice of method. Instead, he covered Trowa's mouth with his own. As always, Trowa accepted, but could feel that this was different. It was then that he could feel how much Heero had been holding back. It was a beautiful stone; appearing to be some sort of crystal. The crystal was wrapped in the grasp of a scaled claw. The center of the crystal was another stone. Quatre guessed it to be an onyx. The pendant was connected to a rawhide necklace. That would have to go, if possible. Turning the necklace over in his palm, he wondered if this was such a good ideal. After all, it was Trowa's happiness at stake. "And you're sure that this will work?" The Arab asked in his professional tone. The question was directed toward a Chinese man standing before the desk. The man nodded confidently and rubbed his hands together. "I assure you . The Hybrid's Eye has been passed down in my family for generations long before the Colonies. It has worked every time without fail." "Then why are you willing to sell this so easily?" "Because the one that was suppose to inherit it, refused to make use of it." "I see. . .What of the rawhide. Would it still work if I were to swap it for a chain?" "The strap serves no purpose other than to keep the Hybrid's Eye in place." Quatre nodded and turned to Rashid, who had been standing near the entrance of the room in silence. "Rashid, please take this tomorrow to replace the rawhide." "May I ask why you need the rawhide replaced? Don't you think it gives it an authentic look?" "I agree. . .but the person this is intended for is allergic. The last thing I want is to give a need to remove it once it's placed." "I understand. Now, there's only one issue still at hand." Quatre tore his eyes from the necklace to view his guest. "Your check has yet to clear. Is there something wrong?" Quatre snickered. "It hasn't cleared because you failed to notice that it was a post dated check. I refuse to hand over the gross national income of a small country on Earth, if it fails. If you're so confident in its abilities, then you've nothing to worry about. Rashid, please show our guest out." Rashid nodded and did as requested. Quatre stared at the necklace intently. What was it truly saying about him? He turned his gaze to a frame sitting on his desk. It was a simple silver frame housing a picture of him and Trowa. It is, perhaps, the only picture that Trowa ever allowed being taken. Only two copies existed. One sat on the desk in Quatre's study at home, the other in his office. It had been taken earlier that year, during Quatre's birthday. The image portrayed a young couple that were very much in love. Though it seemed that Trowa was looking toward the camera, further inspection would prove that he was actually staring at Quatre. The affection in his green eyes then had been pure and untainted by Heero's presence. Quatre silently cursed the Japanese man. What, exactly, was it about him that attracted Trowa? Not wanting to think of it anymore, he turned from the picture and gave the necklace his attention. A few moments later, Rashid re entered the room. His older eyes view Quatre, whom was still analyzing the necklace. Though he wanted to give his opinion again to his friend, he kept quite. There were times that Quatre became obsessed with an ideal, and wouldn't let it go for any reason. Though the Maganac admired that of the blonde, now nor this reason was worthy of respect. "You must think lower of me Rashid." "I have told you before Master Quatre that this is not like you." "I just don't know what to do anymore. They're probably somewhere having sex right now, and he'll just come home, acting as if nothing had happened. Worse yet, he'll want me to believe that everything's fine. . .as if I don't know his heart." The necklace clattered onto the desktop as Quatre covered his face with both his hands. His tears spilled freely. "What went wrong? When did I start to lose him?" Rashid walked over to the Arab and kneeled next to him. Wordlessly, he pulled Quatre into a comforting embrace and stroked his hair. He hated seeing Quatre cry like this, and lately, it's all he's been seeing. "Master Quatre, do you wish to leave earlier? I can tell everyone that you are feeling ill." Quatre pulled from hold and wiped his tears. He looked up at Rashid with moist eyes. "I appreciate it Rashid, but we will be leaving
sooner than I expected. I believe I can manage for the few days in-between."
Rashid nodded his understandment. "With Heero out of the picture
for a little while, I may be able to win Trowa back." ~ * ~ Chapter
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