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"Persistence"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: I own Gundam Wing, a dragon (which
resides in my back yard) and possess the ability to fly at will. Pairings: 3x4 Spoilers: For episodes 3-10 Warnings: Romance, heavy lime, angst, sappy moments,
language, violence. I start out very much following the series, but
it doesn’t last long and will slide into a TWT. Some OOC (I gave
Trowa an actual personality, based on my interpretation of his character
in the series. It conflicts with the fanon view, which is why I’m
putting up the warning.) Rating: R Archived: Gundam Wing Diaries Betas: Velvet and Caitilin /thought/ *emphasized* <<vid or comm>>
"Persistence " Chapter 8 It is difficult to say who do you the most mischief:
enemies with the worst intentions or friends with the best.
<<Trowa, left!>> Trowa swung to his left immediately, gatling gun blazing. Three Leos exploded only a handful of feet away from him. << Shem et Duat!>> Trowa didn’t speak any Arabic, but judging from Quatre’s tone, he didn’t need to in this case. “Quatre, get out of here. I’ll cover you.” <<I’m not going anywhere without you,>> Quatre denied harshly. Partners. Trowa bit his tongue while wishing that in this one instance he wasn’t Quatre’s partner just so he could send the blond to safety. He did his best to cut down enemies as quickly as possible, to at least clear a path out. Then his guns clicked empty. “Dammit!” He switched through everything, but he was completely out of ammo. He flicked his dagger out and started cutting through mobile suits. <<Trowa, you have to get out. You can’t defend yourself without ammo.>> “What makes you think I’m going to leave you?” <<Trowa!>> Quatre sounded panicked and a little exasperated. A small trill of sound echoed through Heavyarms. “Ally?” Trowa glanced at the incoming suit…no, that was a Gundam! “Wufei?” <<If you’re out of ammo, get out of the way Barton.>> Trowa scooted around so that he could guard Quatre’s back, a part of his attention staying on Wufei. He was just as skilled in a fight as before, and as deadly. With the Altron’s help, they managed to clear out their enemies within minutes. Quatre’s face flicked onto the screen. <<This way. I have a safe house in the area.>> Trowa knew that already, of course. Quatre had said it for Wufei’s benefit. <<Fine.>> Trowa processed the acknowledgement with a slight quirk of the eyebrow. Wufei was going with them? Hm. From what he had observed, the Chinese teen was fiercely independent. It was interesting that he chose to follow. They didn’t speak again until their Gundams were well hidden in a nearby mountain canyon (Trowa was rather leery of doing that, considering Duo’s recent experience with caves) and they were in the small mountain cabin that was built a half a mile away. ‘Small’ of course, being Quatre’s descriptive choice. Anything that had sixteen rooms in total didn’t equate to small in Trowa’s mind. Once they were inside, Quatre turned and gave a very polite bow to Wufei. “Thank you for coming to the rescue.” Wufei flicked the thanks aside with a negligent hand.
“I discovered this morning that Armand’s handle had been
hacked into and his information distorted. You two were the only ones
on a mission using his information. I had a feeling that my presence
was Quatre and Trowa exchanged an alarmed glance. “No, Wufei, you’re wrong. Heero and Duo are also on a mission using Armand’s information.” Wufei stared at Quatre with growing alarm. “When did this mission start?” “Three days ago. It was planned out six days ago.” “Cao!” Wufei flicked his arm band open and quickly typed in an address into the communicator built into the band. <<01.>> “Yuy, abort the mission *now*.” <<Chang?>> “Intel is false. Repeat, intel is false. Abort mission.” <<Acknowledged.>> Quatre grabbed Wufei’s wrist before he could hang up. “I’m sending you coordinates. Meet us here.” <<Winner?>> “Yes.” <<…understood. Yuy, out.>> Quatre grinned ruefully. “That’s what I like about Heero. He’s quick on the uptake. Well, it should take a while for them to get here. Several hours, at least. Let’s get comfy while we wait, shall we?” + Roughly eight hours later, Duo and Heero came in. Quatre rushed to meet them, exchanging a quick hug with Duo and nod and smile with Heero. “Are you guys alright? Nothing happened?” Duo shook his head. “Nope, we’re kosher. What’s this all about, Q?” Wufei came down the stairs, face thunderous. “I will explain.” The American looked up with delight. “Wuffers!” “Maxwell, will you please use my proper name?!” Quatre was beginning to see why Wufei and Duo really didn’t talk much… Clearing his throat he waved them all into the den. “Let’s get comfortable, shall we? Unless either of you wish to eat or get freshened up.” Heero negated this with a small shake of the head. “We’re fine.” He led them down into a sunken den. Trowa was already there, and swung his legs out of the way so Quatre could sit next to him on the couch. Duo started snickering and giving them elaborate looks, so Trowa chucked a pillow at him. “Hey, I didn’t say anything!” “_Expression is enough.” “Naw, I think you’re just sensitive.” Heero cleared his throat meaningfully. Duo glared back, pouting. “Fine, I’ll be good. Okay, ‘Fei, what’s up?” “Armand.” Wufei gave him a glare as they settled into various couches and chairs around the room.” And for the last time, Maxwell, will you please use my full name?” Duo lost his maniac cheerfulness. “What about Armand?” “His handle was hacked into and exploited. Do not trust any information that he sends you from this point onward.” Heero had straightened at the word ‘handle’ and was looking distinctly unhappy. “When was this?” “Approximately one week ago, I believe. It would take a hacker to determine the exact time.” Duo grinned. “Heero?” “Hn. I’ll get right on it.” “That’s my boy wonder. So, I take it that Quat’s and Tro’s mission went south? I saw Sandrock and Heavyarms. You guys took some real damage.” Quatre nodded unhappily. “They had land artillery that wasn’t in the blueprints we saw. If Wufei hadn’t shown up when he did, I’m not sure if we would have made it out. Speaking of which…” Quatre turned to study Trowa in worry. “Is the dagger the *only* fallback weapon you have?” “Yes.” Duo whistled. “Krikey. That’s a bloody stupid idea. Who thought that one up?” “S.” “Scientists,” Heero muttered in despair. “Well, tell you what. We’ve got to get some
parts and stuff anyways, right? I got a friend of mine that can get
you something else to use, like a thermal blade or something.”
Duo was instantly pinned with two suspicious glares. “Chill,
guys, this is a highly The light dawned. “Howard?” “None other.” Heero nodded firmly. “He can be trusted.” And that was quite the compliment, considering how paranoid Heero was. “Right.” Quatre flashed Duo a pointed smile. “We’ll let you contact him and arrange the details. In the meantime, I’d like to know how Armand was discovered, and see if we can’t find another informant that was as good as he was.” Duo’s stomach rumbled. He gave it a sheepish look. “Uh…and while we do that, does someone want to volunteer on making dinner?” Quatre smiled sweetly at Trowa. Trowa groaned. “Why do I have to do it?” “Because you’re a good cook.” Trowa just looked at him. Quatre frowned back. Trowa was excellent in the kitchen, the problem was getting him motivated. He was a very lazy cook. Usually he just heated something up. Hm. Well, if motivation was required, motivation it would be. He leaned in close and murmured into his ear, “You’ll get compensated later, naturally.” Trowa returned that sweet (and seductive) grin with a thoughtful look. “Really?” “Mm-hm.” Trowa’s libido simply would not let him refuse. “…any requests?” “Spaghetti meatballs?” Quatre asked hopefully. Trowa blew out a resigned breath. The one time that Trowa had made it, Quatre had consumed four helpings. That should have been a hint that it would continue to be a favorite. “I should have guessed that. Alright, I’ll cook.” “Yes!” Quatre bounced up and snagged people as he went out of the room. “Come on, let’s get to it.” + Prickles of sweat on their skin, hot breath mingling
in heated air, sheets rustling with every thrust. Quatre’s head
fell back with a moan, thighs tightening around Trowa’s waist
to speed up the thrusts. Trowa was panting for breath, and quivering
in need for “Trowa.” Blue eyes vague and clouded with passion looked up. “Please, more—” Trowa caught his mouth, silencing the rest. His hands on firm thighs tightened, pulling him more firmly with the next thrust, angling so that he could hit a certain spot. Quatre jerked in his hold, crying out into his mouth. It was the sweetest sound Trowa had ever heard. He’d never get tired of hearing it. Even at the steady pace they were at, Quatre could feel his climax approaching. His fingers dug into a bare back, instinct propelling him up hard and flush with Trowa as everything in him seemed to explode out in a rush. Trowa shuddered slightly as Quatre tightened around
him. Instinct took over and he slammed deeply into his partner, spilling
deep inside him with a guttural cry. Quatre’s eyes didn’t open, but he grinned slightly in response. “I knew you’d see it my way.” Trowa snorted fondly. “Arrogant bastard.” “Yup.” + When Quatre ambled into the kitchen the next morning, he was met with a very pointed grin from a certain braided menace. “Now, what were you saying earlier about you and Trowa just being ‘partners’?” A slow flush took over the blond. They hadn’t been that loud…had they? “No, you aren’t that loud, and yes, Trowa is. I heard him and I was three doors down.” Oh. Oops. Quatre felt caught, and pressured to respond somehow. He dropped into a barstool at the kitchen bar and sank into his hands. “I…we are partners. Trowa doesn’t think of me as anything more.” Duo straightened up from his slouch against the wall, setting his coffee mug down. He didn’t like what he was seeing. Quatre was damn near crying, and trying to hide it. “That’s bullshit.” The Arabian jerked up, staring at him in confusion. “What?” “I said its bullshit. Heero and me, we’re partners. You’ve seen how he looks at me, right?” Quatre had seen it, yes. They were very comfortable with each other, and great friends but there was no desire there. “…yes.” “Tro doesn’t look at you the way ‘Ro looks at me. He damn near smiles whenever he looks at you, and he gets this happy little glow around him when you’re around. Maybe he’s uncomfortable about thinking of you as something more, but I can guarantee that you’re not ‘just’ anything to him.” Quatre really wanted to believe that Duo was right, but he just wasn’t sure. He’d known Trowa for nearly two months now, and had fought him every step of the way in building their relationship. Sometimes he felt as if he wouldn’t have anything more from Trowa than he had right then. That was something he could live with, because it was more than he’d had, but…he wanted more. /As Trowa put it…I want *everything*. He knows me too well in some aspects./ The immediate worry was the other pilots. If Duo had heard, then… “Heero and Wufei—” “Won’t ask. They’re too private by nature to say something. Me, I’m nosy. I won’t hesitate to kick Trowa’s head out of his ass.” “No!” Quatre grabbed his arm. “No. Please don’t say anything.” Duo’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Does he know how you feel?” “…yes.” “And he’s still—” “Duo.” Quatre was silently pleading with him to just drop it. “I had to…I nearly lost him because he was afraid of hurting me, by being my lover even though he couldn’t return my feelings. Please, for the love of Allah, *don’t say anything*.” Duo didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all. He’d come to think of Quatre as a brother, and Trowa as a friend and he hated to think they were messing each other up like this. He opened his mouth to say, well, *something* when Trowa walked in. Trowa wasn’t quite awake, but the air was tense enough that you could have forged it into gundanium, which helped him wake up without the benefit of coffee. He saw Quatre and Duo staring at each other, and the tension in the blond was almost palpable. /What the hell?/ He immediately went to his partner, bracing both arms protectively on either side while sharply studying Duo. “What’s going on?” Duo just glared back. “I’m not sure which one of you to slap some sense into! Geez.” “Duo!” Quatre pleaded. “Alright, fine, I won’t say anything. But I ain’t happy about it, Q-ball. I think you’re both being stupid.” Muttering darkly under his breath, he stalked out. Quatre closed his eyes, listening to the retreat of angry footsteps. “You want to know what that was about.” “Yes.” “He heard us. Well, heard *you*.” “…oh.” He hadn’t realized he was so loud during sex. Hm. “And he met you with questions this morning?” “Yes.” Trowa was beginning to piece together the puzzle by now. “And you didn’t know what to say.” Quatre wrapped both hands around Trowa’s arms. “Not really, no.” “Can anyone explain to me why Maxwell is sitting in a corner, staring at a wall, and muttering obscenities under his breath?” They both jumped, startled to see that Wufei was framed in the kitchen doorway. Wufei’s head cocked slightly as he took in their position, black eyes thoughtful. “No, let me guess. He questioned you on your relationship this morning, and didn’t get the answers he wanted.” Quatre smiled at him ruefully, but it was a bit more wan than it usually was. “That’s about the size of it.” Trowa was more concerned at that moment on how Wufei would feel about their relationship. He wasn’t sure if Wufei would be tolerant of such a relationship or not, and he didn’t want to jeopardize the team before it really had a chance to form. “And you?” “I have no questions. I think your relationship is clear enough. Even a blind man can see how you two feel about each other. I only have a word of advice.” Something flashed through his eyes, sad and distant. “Don’t die for the other’s sake.” Quatre rubbed at his heart, feeling the echoes of harsh pain there, and regret. Who had Wufei lost that was so dear to him? Trowa caught the gesture and frowned slightly. He’d seen Quatre do that a few times, now. It was usually when something disturbing happened around him. “Especially with him, Trowa,” Wufei whispered. Trowa’s head snapped around when he heard his given name out of Wufei’s mouth. Wufei met his look, memory reflecting in his obsidian eyes. “Be especially careful with him.” Looking into Wufei’s eyes at that moment, Quatre knew without a shadow of a doubt that Wufei knew of his ability. “How do you know?” “I’ve met people like you before. Why do you hide it?” Quatre couldn’t meet Trowa’s eyes. “It makes people uncomfortable.” “What is he talking about, Quatre?” Trowa’s harsh whisper was uncompromising. “I’ll leave you to talk in peace.” Wufei bowed slightly and walked back out. Quatre waited until he knew that Wufei was gone before answering. “I…I have an unusual ability. I’m an empath.” Trowa hissed slightly. Empath? “Not a very strong one.” A nervous tongue flicked over his lips. “And I usually have shields up.” “I don’t give a damn if you can read what
I feel.” Trowa’s mouth tightened, a tic forming at one corner.
“What I do care about is that you hid this from me.” Quatre
didn’t respond, just looked away. It was easy to read his face,
and the tension in his shoulders. Quatre threw himself into the taller redhead, his embrace hard and desperate. “It’s not that. I just…practically everyone else has looked at me with scorn or paranoia and I couldn’t bear it if you…I’m sorry, Trowa, I’m so sorry—” “Hush,” he commanded softly. Trowa pulled him in possessively, holding him just as tightly. He was mentally kicking himself that his partner had felt uneasy about telling him anything. He’d sworn to himself to be there for Quatre in every way possible for as long as possible. He wasn’t doing a very good job, if this morning was anything to judge by. “Why is Duo staring at a wall and muttering obscenities?...hn.” Heero paused as the lovers broke apart slightly and turned to face him. He frowned slightly, puzzled. “It’s my fault, Heero,” Quatre sighed. “I’ll talk to him, alright?” “Fine.” Appeased, Heero went back out of the room. “This is not how I envisioned the morning when I got of bed,” Quatre lamented. “Hn.” Trowa rather agreed with him on that point. “What do you want for breakfast?” “Eh?” Quatre blinked at him quizzically. “But you never cook breakfast.” “I thought we agreed that I would cook for certain…compensations.” A dark flush spread over the blond’s face and he gave an uneasy glance at the doorway. “But, they’ll hear us—” “You can always gag me,” Trowa murmured with dangerous amusement. “…good point. Blueberry pancakes?” “Blueberry pancakes it is. I’ll let you find a gag.” “Right.” ~*~*~*~
Cao—fuck
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