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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 Seven: Beds
At two in the morning, after several rounds of very nice sex, Duo and Trowa were curled up comfortably on Trowa’s waterbed. They were warm and comfortable and sated—right up to the point where the waterbed’s bladder decided to bust open, that is. As soon as it split, the two occupants of the bed fell right through and into a bed of water. When their bodies registered lots of wet stuff, they jolted awake, scrambling over each other in order to get out. Duo finally managed to get his legs to cooperate and won free of water and bed frame alike. He and Trowa stood surveying the damage in a semi-asleep daze for a long moment. Duo was the one to break the silence. “It broke.” “Yup.” Trowa was frowning at the remains of his bed, rather upset and unhappy about being awake and wet at two in the morning. “So…what do we do?” The only interest Trowa had at this point was to be horizontal on some dry surface. “It’s either the couch, or we go to your place.” Duo considered that very carefully for about two seconds. No way was the couch big enough to hold both of them. “My place.” “Good plan.” + Naturally, there were consequences to the waterbed splitting. Trowa in no way wanted to repeat a wet wakeup call like that again, and decided that he was not going to buy another waterbed. The regular box springs and mattress would suit him right down to the ground, thank you very much. Since Duo had that Friday off, he decided to go with Trowa in order to shop for another bed. It was a couple sort of thing to do, shopping for a bed. Trowa didn’t mind the company—actually, he liked that Duo wanted to go with him. The only furniture store on the mountain was Blevins Furniture Store, a very long building set off Nickajack Road, half-way towards Chattanooga. Trowa normally wouldn’t have gone there, his first choice would have been to venture into the city, but Duo suggested they stop closer to home first. Blevins was well known for their good, solid furniture. Besides, it would be easier to have the bed delivered that way. It was a good point, so Trowa shrugged and drove to Blevins. That might have been a mistake, in retrospect. The owner was a petite little woman with iron gray hair and merry blue eyes. She was also at least three hundred years old, if appearance was anything to go by. Still, she moved sprightly enough to greet them as they stepped inside. “Good morning! How ya’ll doing?” “Morning, Mrs. Blevins,” Duo greeted with cheerful smile. “Trowa, this is Nanny Blevins, she and her husband own the store. Mrs. Blevins, this is Trowa Barton.” Nanny might be a married woman (and had been for at least fifty years) but she’d consider herself in need of a coffin if she couldn’t appreciate a handsome young thing like Trowa Barton. She was especially charmed by his shy smile of greeting. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Trowa.” “Likewise, ma’am.” “So what can I do for you boys?” “We need a bed,” Trowa answered with a slightly embarrassed shrug. “My waterbed split open last night, and we need a replacement.” Nanny’s ears picked up the word ‘we’ and both eyebrows rose slightly. She had heard rumors that the young Maxwell boy was with the new Barton boy, but until this moment she hadn’t believed it. She turned her smile up a notch, determined to keep them there longer until she had gotten the full story. “What size we lookin’ for here? Queen?” Eyeing them both up and down she ventured with a knowing smile, “King?” Trowa froze up slightly, completely embarrassed. Fortunately, very little can embarrass Duo and he stepped smoothly into the breach. “King.” “I see. Well, right this way. Ya’ll just follow me.” Both men had to temper their usual stride to keep pace with the much slower woman, and Duo took advantage of her temporary inattention to give Trowa a quick, one armed hug and a smile. His boyfriend relaxed slightly, giving a sheepish shrug and a pointed look at the woman they were following. Duo understood that he’d only been surprised, and uncertain how to respond, not embarrassed about being with him. They were pulled away from each other when Nanny spoke again. “Now, what wood are we looking for?” Trowa froze again, but for a different reason this time. What wood? “Um…most of my furniture is light.” “Oak,” Duo answered dryly. “It’s oak.” “Really?” Trowa gave him a puzzled look. “Are you sure?” “Yes, Tro, I’m sure. You have oak furniture.” Nanny failed to completely mask her smile. They were so cute together. “And what style? Four-poster bed? Sleigh?” “I’m not sure,” Trowa answered honestly. “Well, then we’ll just look until something strikes your fancy.” Trowa was well aware that he had two people waiting for his reaction, but he strove to ignore it as he slowly walked along the pathway in between display sets of bedroom suits. He saw several beds with no posts, just smooth wood that formed a headboard and footboard. They looked okay, but he really didn’t care to buy one. The four poster look was more to his liking—not just because he had brief flashes of tying Duo to the bed with ties, either. “I think I prefer the look of the four-poster.” He paused, turning to look at one that had caught his attention. It didn’t have the bulky balls on top like some of the others, but a more sleek design with a round center piece in the middle. Hm. “I rather like that one.” Duo stepped up beside him, head cocked thoughtfully as he gave it a once over. “I’m not sure about the flower patterns on it, though.” “Hm,” Trowa agreed. “Is there anything similar to that one? Plainer?” “Oh you boys,” Nanny exclaimed with a roll of her eyes. “Can’t stand for anything to have frills. Well, come on then. There’s one further down I think you’ll like.” They dutifully followed her further down toward the back of the store. She raised a hand, pointing to a very large and comfortable looking bed made of oak. “There, how’s that one?” Trowa looked at it. No frills, sleek design…he went closer and tugged at it thoughtfully. No, it looked solid enough to withstand lots of hot sex too. “What do you think, Duo?” “I think it’s a good looking bed.” That was Trowa’s consensus as well. “Okay, I want that one.” “You boys sure do shop fast,” Nanny observed in amusement. Any woman worth her salt would have visited at least five shops before deciding to buy anything. “Alright then, that one. You need a box spring and mattress to go with that?” “Yes ma’am,” Trowa answered respectfully. “This way, then.” It took trying out several mattresses before one was chosen. Duo pointed out softly to Trowa that he might want to consider getting another bed for his guest room too, considering that his friends were coming down tonight. Trowa felt like an idiot for not considering that sooner, and between the two of them picked out another bed and chest of drawers for the guest room, this one of cherry wood. (It was Duo that told him it was cherry, all Trowa knew was that it was darker than oak.) They were paying out, and arranging to have the beds delivered in five hours, when the little bell over the door rang and another customer stepped inside. They didn’t need to turn and see who had entered, as the ear piercing screech was enough to identify the newcomer. “DUO!” Duo winced, and without any compunction whatsoever ducked behind his boyfriend. Trowa twisted to look behind his shoulder, eyebrow arched. “You can’t hide from her, Duo.” “I don’t wanna deal with her,” Duo whined, giving his taller lover an imploring look. “Don’t give me that sad face, it’s your ex-girlfriend. If I deal with her, I’m liable to strangle her.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing…” Lindsey bristled at the conversation and stalked around the counter, trying to yank Duo into view. “What are you doing?!” Duo, resigned to his fate, gave her a flat stare. “We’re buying a bed, since we broke ours last night.” Lindsey felt her face burst into flames. “D-Duo! That is improper to say! Your mother would be ashamed of you.” She didn’t know the half of it, Duo decided. “Whatever. You ready to go, babe?” When Lindsey realized he wasn’t talking to her, she actually winced. Trowa turned and signed the credit card receipt, replacing his card in his wallet as he answered. “Yes.” “Then let’s go. I’m hungry.” Lindsey grabbed Duo’s arm with both hand, digging her heels in. “No! I’m not letting you go with him again! Duo, just stop this—“ Trowa was a rather patient person by nature, but he’d just reached his limit. This woman hadn’t had Duo for at least a year, and she was still acting clingy and possessive with his boyfriend and it was driving him bat shit crazy. It drove him to do something he wouldn’t have done, in a more rational state of mind. Slipping an arm around Duo’s waist, he brought his lover in close, capturing his mouth with a very passionate and possessive kiss. After the first initial jerk of surprise, Duo melted into him, arms sliding up to twine around Trowa’s neck. Lindsey actually screeched like a stepped on parrot as she watched Duo happily kiss another man. It seemed to last an eternity before they finally separated. What sickened her was that Duo was a little dazed by the kiss, and unconsciously licking his lips. He had never reacted like that when she had kissed him. In the background, Nanny Blevins was frantically fanning herself with a stack of receipts. That was by far the most erotic thing she'd seen all week! Trowa turned his head, staring straight at Lyndsey. “Get it now? He’s mine.” Duo shook himself back into reality and grinned up at his lover. “I’m not sure if she does, but I do.” Yum. He should get Trowa jealous more often, he got the nicest kisses from it. “Come on, babe.” Trowa let himself be towed out of the store, the full ramifications of what he had just done only now sinking in. By the time he was in the driver’s seat, he was just a little embarrassed by the whole thing. He was not by nature an exhibitionist, and yet he’d just… His head thumped against the steering wheel as he groaned, “I can’t believe I just did that.” “I can,” Duo said cheerfully. “My lips are still tingling.” “Umph,” was Trowa’s overwhelmingly intelligent response. After a long second he snapped himself out of it and started the truck up. “So where do you want to go eat?” “Someplace where I can molest you.” That was an excellent idea, in Trowa’s opinion. + It was Duo’s misfortune that he was actually related to the Blevins (they were his mother’s people) and so it was his second cousin Brother Blevins that showed up to deliver the furniture. Apparently his mother had told him the entire story, and Brother was teasing Duo and Trowa for all he was worth. Duo didn’t really mind—actually he was used to it—but Trowa was blushing like a ripe tomato. Duo was half of a mind to hit Brother over the head, and would have, if the idiot hadn’t had his hands full with expensive furniture. Duo was busy directing the furniture unloading and helping them set up beds, so at first he didn’t register the white Nissan Sentra as it pulled into the driveway. He did look up when the horn was honked. He got an eyeful as they climbed out of the vehicle. There were two men; one a classically handsome blond in nice jeans and a light blue polo shirt with a bright smile, and another with dark messy hair, penetrating blue eyes and a wiry build barely camouflaged by loose jeans and a white button up shirt. Duo had to consciously keep his jaw from dropping when he saw them—Trowa hadn’t mentioned that his two friends were drop dead gorgeous! The blond was the first out of the car, sprinting forward to tackle Trowa with an enthusiastic hug. “Trowa!” Trowa caught him easily, hugging back hard enough to make ribs squeak. The short half-Asian waited only long enough for the blond to step back before claiming a hug of his own. “It’s good to see you, Trowa.” “Same here, Heero.” Trowa looked up, waving Duo forward and slipping an arm around his waist when Duo was close enough. “Duo, this is Quatre Winner and Heero Yuy. Guys, this is my boyfriend Duo Maxwell.” Heero simply nodded and smiled in greeting, but Quatre reached forward and shook hands, grinning broadly. “I knew you’d be gorgeous, you’d have to be to get Trowa to actually make a move. Nice to meet you, Duo, and I really mean that! We’ve been waiting for ages for Trowa to actually find a keeper.” “Five years is not ages,” Trowa objected mildly. “Is too.” Quatre was distracted by the sight of the oak bed being unloaded. Both eyebrows shot up and he demanded incredulously, “Did you two actually break a bed?!” Duo choked, trying not to laugh. “I don’t suppose you’d believe me if I said it wasn’t our doing…” Quatre waggled his eyebrows lecherously. “Nope.” Trowa sighed and tried not to blush. “The waterbed busted last night.” “Uh-huh. And what did you do to make it pop, eh? Ow!” Quatre rubbed at his ribs where a sharp elbow had landed, pouting at his lover. “What?” “I know you’re excited, but try to behave,” Heero muttered at him. “Meanie.” Duo’s ears caught a snicker and a crude comment and without looking back called, “I heard that Brother! You say one more word, and I’m telling your mother where your stash is!” Without missing a beat Brother yelled back, “You do that and I’ll tell your mother that you’re corrupting poor innocent yanks!” “She already knows!” Duo responded cheerfully. “Besides,” he noted thoughtfully and with a sidelong wink at Heero and Quatre, “I wasn’t the one that made the first move. Actually, Trowa corrupted me.” “Did not,” Trowa retorted. “Did too.” “Did not. You’re the one that pounced on me.” “You’re the one that dragged me down to the bottom of the boat.” Trowa couldn’t refute that. Fortunately, he was saved by King who had by this point given up on his master letting him out of the back yard and scaled the chain link fence before running to the front of the house. He’d recognized voices belonging to three of his favorite people, and damn if he wasn’t going to get some attention from them. Quatre was about to start teasing again when he caught sight of the Shepherd. Immediately he dropped down to his knees. “Hey King!” King barked and plowed right into the blond, licking enthusiastically and enjoying the rubs and laughter from the prone human. He was only briefly diverted by Heero, who knelt and greeted the dog with a firm hug and scratch behind the ears. “He’s missed you two,” Trowa noted. Heero looked up, braced as the full weight of the dog leaned against his chest. “I couldn’t tell,” he drawled with a roll of the eyes. “King, stop licking my ear.” “Come inside,” Trowa invited. “The lasagna should be done in about thirty minutes, you can settle in before dinner.” “Sounds good,” Quatre said cheerfully as he picked himself up. “I’ll get the bags.” ~*~*~*~*~
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