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"The Tie That Bonds "Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: Yaoi; Lemon; Angst; Language; Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. You could
try to sue me, but all I have worth taking is a cat that looks like
Trowa, but acts like Duo. And I will fight for that cat. Rating: NC 17 Pairings: 1x3x1
The Tie That Bonds Chapter 10 Quatre leaned against the door frame as he watched Trowa sleeping alone in the bed. Heero had left about five minutes ago with Amelia. Obviously, the well built boy didn't want to be around when Quatre was to receive his consolation. The sapphires traced the lean body laying half under the blankets. He was positive that underneath, Trowa was naked. He stood up straight and walked over to the bed. He couldn't stop staring into the dreaming face, wishing that Heero would somehow disappear and he would be granted a second chance. Maybe this was his opportunity to create one for himself. Just as he stood at the bed's side, Trowa woke, and in one swift movement, the barrel of a gun was placed against Quatre's forehead. "Some things never change." He joked as he realized that he startled the Latin. "I'm sorry." Trowa said half heartedly as he replaced his gun under his pillow. "A little edgy, are we?" Quatre asked and sat on the bed. His lust filled eyes raped the vision before him and Trowa wished that he would skip the small talk to get this over with. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. "Heero took Amelia a few minutes ago. He said that he'd be back shortly." The Arab spoke softly and tenderly pushed the brown bangs from Trowa's face. He then leaned down and kissed Trowa's lips. The Latin couldn't find it in himself to react to the kiss. He couldn't even close his eyes to pretend that he was even enjoying it. As he stared at the Arab, he was filled with disgust. He still couldn't understand where the boy he once cared for disappeared to. When they first began dating, Quatre was the kind, loving, and understanding person that had attracted Trowa. Several months later, and that boy was gone. . .only to be replaced by the angered, untrusting, and suspicious person that was kissing him now. Long before his actual affair with Heero, Quatre had been accusing him. Presently, he felt the smaller boy climb under the blankets with him. All the while, his lips were pressed against Trowa's. The Latin tried to return the gestures, but found he couldn't. All Trowa could think of was Heero, and how his lover had abandoned him to this. He never believed that Heero would just walk off while Quatre had his fun. . .not that he expected the Japanese boy to sit on the side and watch them either. He could feel Quatre's erection rubbing against his own limp one. His body had long since became immune to the Arab's touch and affection. Even now, it wouldn't respond to the seduction. His mind raced back to Heero. Though his lover knew of this, it still didn't feel right. . .and he knew that it still hurt him. Maybe that was the reason he couldn't stay. Trowa stared at the wall as Quatre kissed down his neck and chest to the front of his jeans. He closed his eyes and attempted to pretend that it was Heero trying to make love to him. . .but it was useless. His body knew the strong boy's touch too well. It was when he felt the Arab's hand touch his flesh that he came to realize something. . . "I can't do this." He said softly without looking at Quatre. The blonde boy released the manhood and stared at Trowa in disbelief. Even Trowa couldn't believe that he was having a problem with giving himself to someone that he didn't care for. "What?" "I can't hurt him like this." The Arab sat up straight and looked down at his ex. "What do you mean you can't? You have a problem now with cheating on people?" "I'm sorry." "Sorry? Is that suppose to make up for everything?" Trowa didn't respond as he stared at the wall. "Of all times for you to decide that you don't want to be a whore." Quatre snapped. "You can't cheat on him, but you sure as hell can cheat on me with him. You hypocritical dumbass." He slid off the bed and headed for the door. "Give me one damn good reason why I should help you Trowa?" The Latin sat up and stared at the blonde. If it was two years ago, the hurt shrouding the sapphires would have filled him with guilt and a strong yearning to comfort him. . .now it did nothing. "I can't." Quatre leaned against the door facing and stared at the boy on the bed. If only he truly knew how much seeing him half naked was turning him on. "Damn you Trowa. . .can I at least get a blow job?" The emerald eyes fell to the bed, and he knew his answer was 'no.' "What if you were drunk?"
A strong part of him was tempted to go into the room, beat Quatre to a bloody pulp, and steal the shuttle to Earth. He wouldn't necessarily have to kill the blonde; though he really wanted to at this moment. . .just rough him up enough as pay back for the way he had treated Trowa while they were together. However, he didn't. He knew Trowa wouldn't forgive him. After the war, they had promised each other to never hurt anyone ever again unless it was a life or death situation. Besides, claiming Quatre's life wouldn't make Trowa feel any better about what had happened between them. His thoughts were interrupted as the door opened and Trowa stepped into the room. Heero couldn't bring himself to look at the taller boy. Deep down, he felt that he was no better than everyone else in Trowa's life that had taken advantage of him. He could feel the green eyes watching him intently as his boyfriend sat next to him. There was a awkward silence between them for a moment before Trowa spoke. "Nothing happened." "What?" Heero looked up in surprise to find his partner staring at the floor. "I couldn't do it." He laid Amelia on the cushion next to him and pulled Trowa onto his lap. He stared deeply into the emerald eyes, wondering what had stopped him. "I couldn't hurt you Heero." Trowa said softly before burying his face in the strong neck. Relief washed over the Japanese boy as he held his lover closely. "He's still going to help us though." Trowa informed and pulled to look into the serious colbat eyes. "We're still going to Earth." "Why?" "He says he's doing it for Amelia, not us." _________________
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