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"War Dogs"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Roses are red, violets are blue,
the GW boys are mine, and that’s the truth! Shigeki: You can’t rhyme worth a darn. And
they aren’t yours. Honor:…remind me. Why did I think getting a muse was a good idea? Warnings: yaoi, some sexy scenes, romance, my
odd humor, bit of language, bit of violence Rating: NC-17 Betas: Velvet and Caitilin Author’s Insane notes: Inspired by a story that actually happened to my mom. She told it to me often as I was growing up, so she can legitimately be blamed for the entire idea. And Wingnut requested a 2x3, which makes two people to blame. ^_^ I love having someone in mind to blame. =thought= *emphasized*
"War Dogs " Chapter Five: Friends
Pushing the dog out of the way he stood and navigated his way around the boxes in the den. King (more agile and quicker than a human) managed to beat Trowa to the door and was gloating about it. “Brat,” Trowa muttered at him as he flipped off the lock and opened the door. Then he blinked in surprise. “Mr. Chang.” “Just Wufei, Trowa,” the police chief corrected in amusement. “Wufei,” Trowa repeated with a slow smile. “Come in, please. What can I do for you?” “Actually, I’m here just to talk to you.” Wufei paused in the doorway and knelt, hand extended toward King. “Hello, King.” King nosed at the hand, but he recognized the scent and remembered his master’s words from two weeks ago. This man was a friend and superior officer, and to be trusted. Besides…the man just felt good. He nuzzled against the hand, tail wagging happily when he got a good scratch behind the ears. “My Nataku should be in heat in about a week,” Wufei mentioned casually. “Are you still interested?” “Very,” Trowa assured him. “And I still want the pick of two puppies.” Wufei waved this away. “I have no problem with that.” With a last scratch he stood back up and followed Trowa into the house. He looked around quickly as he walked, nodding in approval. “You’ve worked a miracle on this place.” “Don’t tell me you’ve been in here before. Is there anyone on this mountain that hasn’t been in this house before I bought it?” “…probably not,” Wufei admitted with a wry smile. “You’re in a very open society, Trowa. Everyone here is quite used to going and coming out of each other’s homes. I admit that it does take some getting used to. In fact, I’m still getting used to it.” Trowa waved him to a chair, settling comfortably across from him. Mentally he blessed his foresight to unpack the living room first. “That’s right…you’re not from here either. How long have you lived here?” “Hm…I think it’s going on ten years now. I moved in when I was sixteen. It’s how I know Duo, we went through high school together. Remind me one of these days to tell you all the pranks he pulled when he was younger.” “I look forward to hearing it,” Trowa replied truthfully. Considering Duo’s personality, he must have been a lot of fun to know as a teenager. “So what do you need to tell me?” “Just a few things.” Wufei sat forward slightly, meeting Trowa’s eyes squarely. “I am quite aware that the two of you are involved, Trowa Barton. I offer my congratulations on catching him, and a warning that if you ever hurt him your ass is grass, got it?” Trowa blinked. Oookay. Not what he was expecting. “Thank you, and warning taken.” Satisfied, Wufei sat back again. “Lindsey stopped by the station this morning, ranting about you and Duo which is how I know everything. Don’t be surprised if complete strangers know about your relationship. I’m fairly sure that she’s burning up the phone lines spreading the story.” Trowa shrugged. That didn’t bother him in the slightest. “She also mentioned that you sicced King on her?” With an absolutely straight face Trowa replied calmly, “He felt she was a threat. Besides, I’m sure her voice was annoying him.” “Ah. I knew I liked that dog for a reason.” Wufei cast an amused glance at King, who was sitting beside his master with an alert cock of his head. “She’s trying to get charges pressed against you, but since she isn’t hurt and it’s her word against yours, nothing is going to come out of it. She’s overstepped her bounds several times when it comes to Duo.” “So people are used to her calling ‘wolf’?” Trowa guessed. “Exactly. Duo did mention a few weeks ago about putting out a restraining order against her. Did you want to do that?” Trowa considered that for a moment. Did he? “I’m not sure if that’s necessary at this point. I made it quite clear to her that Duo is mine, and she’s afraid of King right now. If it does become necessary, then I’ll let you know.” “Fine.” With a sigh Wufei stood again. “Unfortunately I need to go back to work. I’ll see you later, Trowa.” “Later,” Trowa agreed easily. He followed him out, closing the door behind the police chief with the unmistakable feeling that he had somehow gained a friend. + Trowa was elbows deep in soapy water, struggling to hold a German Shepherd in the tub while still giving him a decent scrub when the phone rang. Cursing softly he kept King pinned with one arm (the dog was trying his best to lunge out of the bathtub), grabbed his cell phone from his back pocket, flipped it open, then attempted to keep it in place next to his ear with his shoulder. “Hello?” <Hi Trowa!> Quatre. Figures. “Quatre, you have the absolute worse timing when it comes to calling me.” <Don’t tell me that you’ve finally found a good looking hunk and you’re shagging him senseless!> There was an edge of laughter in the blond’s voice. “No, I’m giving King a bath.” <Ah. Well, you’re a multi-talented person, Trowa, I’m sure you can give a dog a bath and talk to me at the same time.> “And probably drop my phone in the water trying it,” Trowa finished dryly. “What are you calling about?” <Just to update you on a few things. Heero and I are thinking about coming out your direction fairly soon, probably by Friday.> Trowa paused in scrubbing, his attention focused on the conversation. “Really? That’s great, I haven’t seen you guys in a couple of months. Why the change in plans?” King, sensing his master’s distraction, tried to make a break for it. Trowa lunged and caught him, nearly upsetting the balance of the phone at his ear. Fortunately, he managed to catch it before it hit the water. <The East Coast and Heero do not get along. It’s too crowded; he really hates it up here. I’m not that fond of it either at times, I have to admit. After all you’ve told us about where you’re living you’ve got our curiosity up, so we decided to come down and see it for ourselves. If it lives up to our expectations, we might just stay. We both did some research and decided that we could probably set up business in Chattanooga and do pretty well there so we’re going to use your house as our base of operations.> “Feel free,” Trowa invited. “I think it’d be great if you settled here.” <Thought you’d say that. So how is life with you? The last time that I talked to you you’d made friends with something hot and delectable. Have you finally got up the courage to jump him?> “Quatre, is there ever a time when you don’t think about sex?” <…wait, I’m thinking…um…when I’m in the dentist’s chair?> Trowa snorted in laughter. “Right. Actually…” his voice softened, a pleased smile tugging at his mouth. “Actually, I did. Duo is my boyfriend.” <You’re kidding! …you’re not kidding! Trowa, that’s great! I’ve never known you to actually make a move before. Wait, I gotta tell Heero about this.> Somewhat in the background Quatre could be heard calling, <Heero! Trowa’s actually got a boyfriend!> There was a faint <NANI?! Since when?> in Heero’s voice. Quatre’s voice came back on, demanding <When did this happen?> “Um…” Trowa had to think about that. “Five days ago.” <Wow. I’m floored. You better introduce him to us when we come down, Trowa. I really want to meet this guy.> “You’ll meet him,” Trowa assured him. “For one thing, we practically live in each other’s houses. He only lives about a quarter mile up the road from me so we’re constantly walking up to see each other. You and Heero are really going to like him, Quatre. He’s…fun. Duo has enough personality for about five people.” <Sounds cool. Okay, we’re definitely coming down on Friday then. Expect us late, though. Now besides your yummy boyfriend have you been actually socializing with people?> Trowa rolled his eyes and went back to scrubbing King. “Yes, mother.” <I don’t believe you. You can be as bad as Heero when it comes to interacting with people. Give me the name of at least one friend.> “Well…Chang Wufei. He’s the police chief here. A really neat guy. He’s been Duo’s best friend since high school.” <Chang Wufei? Sounds Chinese.> “Yes, he is. I think you’ll like him too.” <Anyone else?> “It’s hard to break into the circle here,” Trowa answered truthfully. “But I did go pickin’ the other night with a bunch of men. That was a lot of fun, we should do it when you and Heero come down.” <Pickin’? What’s that?> “A group of people get together once a week at The Chimneys. They bring whatever musical instrument they can play, usually guitars, and then just jam and sing. You’d love it.” <That does sound like fun,> Quatre admitted with growing enthusiasm. <Should I bring music down with me then?> “I would. They have a piano in the room, but so far I’ve yet to see anyone play it.” Trowa knew that Quatre would probably dominate that piano as soon as they entered the room. <Huh. Okay, I’m bringing music then. Heero, knock it off. I know you want to talk to him, but I called him first! Don’t pout at me…okay, okay, fine, have it. Trowa, Heero’s throwing a fit to talk to you. I think the boyfriend thing is driving him crazy.> “Ah. Put him on.” As the phone was switched, Trowa rolled his eyes. Heero was worse than a cat when it came to his curiosity. <Trowa, when did you get a boyfriend?> Patiently Trowa repeated the story to his best friend, occasionally switching the phone to the other ear as his shoulder got tired. By the time he was done talking to the couple he had King shampooed, conditioned and rinsed. He listened in amusement when Quatre wrestled the phone back from Heero (which involved a lot of laughter for some reason.) <Trowa, I just bought our plane tickets. We’ll arrive in Atlanta at three in the afternoon, so we should be at your house…what, six?> Trowa converted time and miles in his head and slowly nodded. “That sounds about right. Should I come pick you up?” <Nah, Heero’s rented a car for us so we have wheels when we get up there. Just tell us directions to your house so the control freak doesn’t pull up two dozens maps off of Mapquest.> There was an indignant, <I heard that, Quatre!> in the background. Trowa rolled his eyes. “Got something to write on? Okay, here we go: go up Ochs Highway, or 157 until you hit Aladdin Road. Take a left until you get to Mother Goose Trail. Take a right and that road will take you straight to my house. I’m on the corner of Mother Goose and Cinderella.” There was a pregnant pause on the other end of the line. <Aladdin Road? Mother Goose Trail? Cinderella? Trowa, just where do you live?> The brunet swallowed a snicker. “Whoever named everything up here is a great advocate of fairy tales. The whole place up here is called Fairyland, and all the streets are named after fairy tales of some sort.” <Ah. So if I get lost I should look for the second star to the right and just drive on till morning?> This time Trowa couldn’t stop the chuckle. “It shouldn’t be difficult, just follow all the Ruby Falls signs and it practically leads you to my house.” <Good, I hate getting lost. Since you’re not picking us up, make us lasagna.> “…you’re a brat Quatre Winner.” <Yeah, but you love me anyway. Bye, Trowa!> “Bye.” Trowa hung up the phone and shook his head. Quatre was just as lively as ever, and it sounded like he was corrupting his partner too. Heero was becoming more…vibrant? Something, anyway. He got up to let King outside, planning to let the spring sunshine dry out his dog. And then…he’d probably better see if he had the ingredients for lasagna. ~*~*~*~
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