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"Agglomeration"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: R Warnings: Yaoi,
Humor Pairings: Trowa/Quatre Summary: Trowa's
been distracted lately. Heero gives him a new mission in the hopes
it will solve this little problem. "Mission Accepted" "Helloooo. Hey, Tro. You listening to me?" "Hm?" Duo dropped the explosive down the air shaft and turned to him. "I said, you might want to cover your ears unless you want to be totally deaf before the age of thirty." Duo's hands rose up to cover his own ears and Trowa, snapping out of his musings, did the same. The blast rocked the compound, shaking the walls. Dust rained down onto their heads and they coughed as they inhaled the particulates. Duo grinned. "Now, that's a wake up call," he quipped. At the end of the corridor, OZ soldiers ran by, weapons in hand, shouting, "We're under attack! Get to your stations!" "Gee, you think?" Duo cocked his gun and graced Trowa with a lopsided smirk. "Are you finished mooning over Blondie?" "I'm not mooning." "Yeah, and I'm Relena Peacecraft. Shall we?" "After you." Duo grinned, Shinigami activated. He tore off down the corridor, screaming war cries at the top of his lungs. "Come get some of this shit, Ozzy scum!" Trowa rolled his eyes and took off after him, pushing the images of blond hair and sparkling blue eyes out of his mind with more effort than it should have taken. This was quickly becoming a disturbing pattern... Heero eyed him across the table that they used for debriefings and Trowa knew he was in for some shit. "You nearly compromised the mission." "I'm sorry." Heero leaned back in his chair, blue eyes gleaming. "May I ask why?" Though Trowa suspected he already knew. "I was...preoccupied." "With what?" Trowa glanced up at him, not really wanting to answer that. "Personal matters." Heero tapped the end of his stylus against the table top. The room was silent but for that and the slight whistle as Heero breathed steadily through his nose. "Do I need to go over the importance of not mixing professional and personal business...again?" "No. No, I - it won't happen again." Heero knew he understood. He nodded once and stood up. "I have no tolerance for liabilities. I do not have the time, or the desire to worry about whether, or not my soldiers are too busy worrying about their personal lives when they should be focusing on the mission." "I know. I apologize for that. It will not happen again." "See that it doesn't. Dismissed." Trowa stood, blushing despite himself, and headed towards the door. "Trowa." He turned back and waited. "I'm not usually one to take Duo's advice, but in this case, I agree with him. You need to get laid." Trowa coughed. "Excuse me?" Heero's dark brows were drawn low over razor sharp eyes. "Did I stutter?" "Uh...no. I'll uh - I'll keep that in mind." He left quickly, face flushed with heat. Did Heero Yuy, Mr. Perfect Soldier just tell him he needed to get laid? What the hell kind of worm hole did he step through to end up in this strange and frightening universe? Then again, it was sound advice and his groin gave a twitch, almost as if it was saying, He's got a point. He pivoted on his heel and headed down towards the barracks, purpose in every step. He stopped in front of one of the doors and rang the buzzer. The door slid open, revealing the cheerful face of the one who'd been occupying his mind, not to mention fucking up his ability to focus on his job. "Trowa, hi. What's up?" Trowa stepped inside and pressed the button, closing the door behind him. Quatre's eyes widened. "Is everything alright?" Instead of answering, Trowa lunged forward and scooped the little blond up into his arms, kissing him hard and thorough. He lifted his head and gazed into pleasantly surprised eyes. "I have a new mission." "What do you have to do?" "You."
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