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"Possession"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: EVERYTHING BELONGS TO ME!!!!...except,
I have to admit, Gundam Wing. Which completely sucks. Pairings: 3x5, 2x4 (mentioned) Warnings: language, TWT, lemon, violence, angst,
romance, sap, switching POVs Spoilers: nada Rating:NC-15 Archived: www.foratwistoflemon.com and Gundam
Wing Diaries Betas: Velvet and Lucy Author’s notes: //com or vidphone// /thought/ *emphasized* "Possession " Chapter Two: Dynamics I ran up the door, opened the stairs,
At hearing my name—however mangled—I stopped to hover just outside the door to the living room. “Oh yes. I would really like to know what happened yesterday between them…but I can’t think of a polite way to pry.” I rolled my eyes at this. The two had been bad enough before they had become lovers—now, they were infinitely worse, because they wanted everyone else around them to be ‘happily matched’ as well. Busybodies. I stepped inside to glower at them. “You will *not* speak of this around Trowa.” Duo looked up, smiling a little sheepishly. “Ah, hi ‘Fei.” Quatre, who was sitting next to him on the couch, met my glower with a thoughtful expression. “Wufei…what happened between the two of you?” “I thought you weren’t going to pry into that.” “Yes, but…well you’ve been in love with him for a while now and this is the first sign I’ve seen that you’re making any kind of progress.” My jaw dropped to the floor, crashing hard into the linoleum and getting stuck there. Duo’s jaw joined mine a split second later. In tandem we demanded, “HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?” Quatre blinked at us in confusion. “Ah…it was obvious?” “I didn’t notice anything!” Duo protested. “And I didn’t do anything to give myself away!” I inserted firmly. “Yes you did.” “No I didn’t.” “Yes you did.” “When?!” “Quite a few times, if you must know. Actually, every time you look at him your eyes soften. And you’re always in a bad mood when he goes on a mission alone.” Duo was now mirroring Quatre’s thoughtful look. “Huh. You know, you’re right…” Yes, unfortunately he was. “That aside, I don’t want you to say anything to Trowa. I have finally gotten him comfortable with me, and I don’t want the two of you screwing it up.” Duo bounced off the couch, slung an arm around my neck and hugged me, grinning from ear to ear. “Aw, we wouldn’t do that Wuffikins!” “Maxwell, use my FULL name!” “You don’t mind it when Tro calls you ‘Fei,” Duo retorted, still grinning. “…” I really didn’t have a good comeback to that one. “Ha!” “Duo, leave him alone.” Quatre shifted to his feet long enough to tug his lover into his arms on the couch. Duo snuggled in next to him happily, turning his head to nibble at Quatre’s right ear. Deeming it the right moment for me to exit the room (when Duo and Quatre became wrapped in each other like that, Armageddon could happen and they wouldn’t notice), I quickly walked out into the hallway— --oof. Urk. Oh crap. “Good morning, Trowa.” JUST HOW MUCH DID HE HEAR????!!! His arms reached out to catch me as I bounced off of him, and didn’t let go. There was this strange light in his eyes and I had the sinking suspicion that he had heard *all* of it. This was not good… Without a word he took me by the hand and towed me into the kitchen, shutting the door firmly behind me. For five unnervingly silent seconds we stared at each other. Please let him not be angry— “You’re in love with me?” Okay, well, he doesn’t sound angry. I decided to live Duo’s motto for a bit and nodded. “Yes.” Oof! For a split second I couldn’t react as Trowa’s arms came around me and held me tightly. Then I hugged him back, just as hard. His reaction was better than I had hoped for. At least he accepted my feelings without turning away from me complet— “I love you too,” he whispered against my temple. WHAT?! I jerked my head off of his shoulder to stare at him with wide eyes. “Since when?!” “The first day we met,” Trowa admitted softly. “When you spent the night with me at the circus.” “…?! Why didn’t you say something?!” “You…didn’t feel the same way.” Okay, at that point, no I hadn’t. But I had been attracted to Trowa and would have been amiable to the idea of working for more-than-friends. I growled at the wasted time and let my head thump against his chest. “Maybe not, but I would have been willing to try in becoming something more than friends. Dammit, we really need to work on communicating with each other.” He shrugged slightly, almost ruefully. “It would be a good idea.” I looked back up at him. There was a question in his eyes of ‘now what?’ I knew the answer to that one. Now that we were both on the same page, I felt authorized to do every dirty thing I’ve ever fantasized about him. Reaching up, I laced my fingers behind his neck and brought him down to my mouth. Hot breath, warm heat, sweet taste…my mouth nibbled along his until he opened up for me and my tongue swept inside. The scent of his skin overwhelmed my senses and any rational thinking shut off as he drew me roughly against him, tongue rubbing aggressively on mine. Right before I could pass out from oxygen deprivation he drew back to pant out a question against my mouth. “The kitchen isn’t a good place for this. My room or yours?” “Yours,” I answered promptly. Taking his hand, I led him from the kitchen and into the last bedroom on the right. I watched to make sure that Trowa locked the door behind us. I had us both where I wanted us, and I was going to make full use of our time before the next crisis or mission hit us. Interruptions Would Not Be Tolerated. + Treize rewound the security footage for the fifth time. It was a miracle that he had the footage at all. If the tech that had caught the glitch in the system had reacted only a minute slower, then everything would have been lost. The brief five minutes of film started again. Wufei entering the room quietly, cautiously looking around until he spotted Une standing in the back of the room. Then he froze, eyes narrowing into a glare. Harshly he demanded, //Give him back to me.// Treize paused the footage and rewound a few seconds. //Give him back to me.// An odd thing to say. Surely a more apt demand would have been a simple ‘give him back’. But there was an interesting emphasis on those last two words that spoke volumes. “Well. And so. Lady, when you watched this, what did you see?” Lady Une shifted uneasily in the seat next to him. Even standing in the room, she had been unable to prevent 05 from rescuing 03. The humiliation burned. Having to sit and watch it five times in a row wasn’t helping. “05 rescuing 03.” “Ah, then you have missed the most important thing. Watch Wufei’s face.” He rewound for twenty seconds then let it play. Wufei came into the room, eyes first taking in his fellow pilot’s presence, then Une. //Give him back to me.// Treize hit the pause button again. After Une had managed to drag herself out of her own self-recriminations, she began to relive that moment in her mind. There had been something different in 05’s face, a strange anger in his voice. She leaned forward slightly, staring with rapt attention at the Chinese teenager’s expression. Outside of his normal anger, and focused calm there was something there below the surface… “Ah, and so the light dawns. You see it now, don’t you, Lady? That Chang Wufei is in love with Trowa Barton.” “Yes,” she admitted, frankly startled by the development. She had never imagined that something like this could happen. “I do believe that we can use this information to our advantage,” Treize murmured, tracing the edge of his chin with a forefinger. “It will take crucial timing, however. And patience.” Lady Une smiled. “I will be happy to assist you, Treize-sama.” “That warms my heart, Lady.” ~*~*~*~ Honor: Okay, was anyone else disturbed by the ending
scene in the chapter?
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