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"Romancing the Dragon "Written By: Kaeru Shisho Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Gundam Wing
or its characters, nor do I make any monetary profit off this story. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, male/male pairings, language Pairings: 01x02, 06x05, and 03x04 Summary: A Halloween-themed, one-shot with multiple
get-togethers "Romancing the Dragon " Chapter 2 "Want odds on whether or not any of them remembered the lunch date we set last month?" Quatre asked, as his boyfriend walked him past security. "Odds from you? The man who can read crystal balls better'n a gypsy in the circus?" Trowa chuckled. "No thank you. I'll just wait'n see." "I do not read futures, Mr. Barton!" The young man with the long, caramel-colored bangs stopped to rest his hand on the other man's shoulders, holding him in place. "Coulda fooled me. From the moment we met, what you've said's been right." "Not everything-" the blond demurred with a suggestion of smile starting on his lips. "Everything important, like how I should stop looking for love, because I didn't have to go any farther to find what I needed, and that was you." "Did I tell you that? Pretty forward of me." "Perceptive and intuitive." The blonde in the grey designer-label business suit smiled. "You were hot and I was horny." "And you had more than a hunch about how I felt vis a vis you." "All right," Quatre's smile brightened as he cranked up the charm. "Now you're going all Continental on me and dazzling my brain." "I go with what I got." Trowa's smile revealed the pleasure he felt in his boyfriend's presence, and that he'd been responsible for the delicate pink color rising to Quatre's cheeks. "Exactly my point!" Quatre nearly crowed. "I have a useful tool as well, and I use it. So do you." "Yes, but I only use mine on you." Trowa flashed a miniscule smile and released his grip. Quatre flushed to his hairline and he smothered his laugh in a hand. "You...are so... bad." Then he coughed, pressed his hands to his chest, and gasped. Trowa rolled his eyes. "Stop with the drama-" Quatre moaned. "The pain! Duo, Heero!" "-Are okay. Look they're coming this way." Quatre frowned. "Well, they aren't happy- not entirely- and Duo does look a little harried." "His braid's been neater, I'll give you that. Take a couple deep breaths and let me handle this." They watched as Duo dashed around the corner, upsetting a wayward trash can in his haste. Heero trailed in his wake, vaulting the trash can, and reaching for the braid tip. Stretch, reach, grab, tug. "Hey!" Duo skidded to a halt. "Damnit! That hurts like hell! "Then stop." "I'll stop when I get where I'm going and I'm here so I was gonna stop without needing my hair yanked outta my head!" "You're out of shape." "Huh? Why do you say that, 'cause I'm panting? I was vaulting and running and talking and there's only one air passage for all of that. One." "I breathe through my nose." Duo's mouth snapped shut. His nostrils flared. "You look sexy when you look at me that way." Sexy? Since when did Yuy tell Duo he looked sexy? Trowa looked to Quatre for an answer, but none was forthcoming. Quatre gave the pair a cheery wave and greeted them. "Um, hi guys." "Hey, Quat, what brings you here, as if I need to ask with Agent Tall-and-Secretive standing right there, heh, heh?" Trowa shook his head and sighed. "When was the last time you ate?" "I don't know. Kinda an unscheduled event." "We are going to lunch. All of us. Today. Remember?" Silence. "Wufei! Did he just go by?" Duo asked, looking frantically around Trowa. "Already in his office." "He stuck his nose where it don't belong and... geez-" Heero, Trowa thought, also looked a little worse for wear, also, his shirt wrinkled and hair messier than usual. "We were kissing in the conference room," Heero reported. Quatre gasped audibly. "You and Wufei?" "He means Duo and him," Trowa mumbled. "Just stand down, ex-agent Winner." Who didn't stand back or down. "Oh... Oh! So, Duo, you finally told him-?" Heero was shaking his head, "no", while listening to Duo. "Didn't things go...well, Heero?" Quatre asked, switching clients to shake down for information and continuing to pry. Heero shrugged and answered, "Hn," which could mean anything. Duo began waving his arms and ignoring everything else going on around him. "-he must have gone around the other way. Let's go in-" "Duo," Trowa wrestled one arm to his side and got his attention. "Slow down." "But-!" "He's right." Quatre just stepped into the middle, having warned out the edges of the conversation. "You and I should go talk to him first, Trowa," "No-" Heero began his line of objection, which was paralleling Trowa's. Quatre, though, gazed into his boyfriend's eyes adoringly and whispered, "It might get us to lunch sooner?" The taller agent with the long fall of bangs shook his head at the same time he caved. "All right. Duo, how about you just give us five minutes to test the waters and then you can dive in and drown for all I care." "Please?" Quatre begged with sugar on top and whipped cream. Since no one could say no to one of Quatre's reasonable pleas when they were also subjected to his soulful eyes, huge and shining aquamarine innocence-very effective at persuasion and eliciting compassion - the outted couple headed for the coffee urn, while the confirmed couple scooted up to Wufei's door. Quatre lowered his voice to a whisper to his boyfriend, "He saw them? Oh dear. He's-" "Pissed? The blond nodded. "I'm afraid he's very...irate. I'd say he's about to break something." Trowa combed through his bangs again with a free hand. "Why did they go for it at work, after making moony-eyes at each other for months? Why today? Why here? Why with Wufei buzzing around?" "Not that I thought he'd move so fast or this soon," Quatre said mostly to himself. "What was that? Oh, so you had something to do with this sudden change in tactics?" Of course my scheming boyfriend did, Trowa filled in mentally! One uneven shrug was all the answer he got. "But I warned Duo to take it slow, and confide in me in private if things got...close." Quatre shook his head. "I just knew that keeping their affair a secret from Wufei would eventually-" "Bite them in the ass?" Trowa filled in as they came to a stop outside Wufei's door. "Something like that." Quatre leaned his shoulder against the door jam. He pushed the partly opened door a little in order to get a peek at the man inside, but it swung back and obscured the view. "Well, I'd expect Duo to initiate something spectacularly stupid, once he thought the coast was clear." Trowa paused to see if Quatre would own up to having given Duo "the go ahead". He got nothing but a guilty look. "But not Heero," Trowa continued. "Heero told me about Wufei's lecture he gave the new recruits on the dangers of inter-agent fraternization. That was bordering on invasion of privacy. I don't know of any actual Preventer regulations on dating." "I don't blame them for avoiding telling him," Quatre said. "Heh, heh...Wufei's feelings on the subject didn't stop us." "No, but I was no longer working here." "Practically." Quatre sighed. "They should have let us break it to him gently. Poor Duo." "How about 'poor Heero?" Trowa pointed out. "He's got to work with Wufei and report to a hardnosed boss. Duo and I report to Zechs, who is cool about these things." "You are right. Poor Heero. Except... he seems to let things like that slide like-" "- water off a duck's back?" "Yes." They shared the thought, a sentence, and then a smile. "I wonder if our friends will be joining us for lunch after all this is over?" Quatre broke the silence. Trowa wondered if Quatre had skipped breakfast or something. Although they shared a condo, he had left for work before Quatre had left the shower. He sure had food on the brain, so maybe he forgot. "Maybe we ought move things along here and get that read on Chang's mood?" he prompted. Wufei's door swung open, falling inwards with Quatre stumbling for footing. "Oops!" Wufei stood on the other side, one hand on the door the other on the jam. He leaned forward letting a loose strand of hair outline his jaw line, which was pulsing with clenching and unclenching of his teeth. "I can hear you both." Trowa had hold of Quatre's jacket and pulled him upright and out of Wufei's striking range. "I told Une she should have gone all-out for the solid wood doors." "No you didn't," Wufei said, "but you should have. Had you, she would have bought them. She always liked you best. If you'd asked for gold inlaid doors she would have splurged." Trowa flashed him a smile and snapped it away just as fast. "I should try that." "I'm so sorry you're upset," Quatre said soothingly. "'Sorry' doesn't solve the problem," Wufei snapped, then extracted his fangs from Quatre's throat, so to speak, and drew a deep breath. "It was a minor glitch in my day, actually. I just think a person should be able to enter a public room to look for his belongings without being subjected to inappropriate displays." Trowa stared at Quatre who stared back expectant as a puppy, then looked at the Chinese agent, and asked, "So, did you find what you were looking for?" Wufei's face washed clean of color then in a tsunami of shame flushed dark red. Obviously in his rush to quit the conference room he had totally forgotten what had sent him, but he remember now - he'd misplaced his reading glasses. "No, the room was in...use. You know that perfectly well. I'll return later to look when it is unoccupied. Thank you." He said this in a stream of words all the while pushing them towards the door. " Now, I have a new training exercise to finish outlining, and Agent Barton, there's an item of interest on your desk. Sorry it took so long getting to you, another office screw-up, but it shouldn't come as any real surprise. Good bye." The door closed behind them with an aggravated snick. "Should we knock and ask him if he'd like us to search the room for him?" Trowa asked. "Don't goad him on purpose. It's bad enough how Duo teases him, and now this." "Well, it's my guess that Chang won't be joining us for lunch. In that case," Trowa turned smoothly to the other two agents sneaking looks at one another. "Would you and Heero still like to go eat with us?" Trowa asked. "Sure, um, right 'Ro?" "After we apologize to Chang." "Oh, yeah, after that. We came here to do that." "You might need to rethink that action plan," Quatre muttered. "Here comes Merquise." "Speak of the devil and he appears." Trowa received an elbow in the ribs for that. They parted like the Red Sea, allowing Trowa and Duo's superior officer to pass directly to the door knob. "Have you nothing better to do this morning or are you here to discuss the files I placed on your desks?" Zechs said. "That includes you, Yuy." "Files?" Duo rarely had the need to open, review, or add to files. "Ah, we haven't seen them yet, ah, sir." "Well, then, Agent Maxwell, I recommend you and your fellow agents do that now and leave Agent Chang to his work. And Mr. Winner, you don't belong here at all." "I was just leaving." Quatre touched his boyfriend's arm and leaned in. "I'll wait in the lobby-but not for much longer!" "Why not in my private office?" Trowa asked, his smile becoming downright predatory as the pair sauntered away. "Help me review my files." Duo turned and watched Zechs who was waiting, staring down Heero. "I found these." Heero held out a pair of reading glasses and a book. "Agent Chang left them in the conference room." "Ah!" Zechs took the items. "I'll see that he gets them." Heero left with a simple nod to his superior officer, "Sir." Zechs inclined his chin, "Agent." He watched the others depart from the hall outside Wufei's office before knocking. TBC...
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