|
"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 4 Quatre checked his watch, giving his boyfriend a few minutes more to lock up his office and use the bathroom before he left the building. He jumped when a pair of arms wrapped about from his back. "Ready to go eat?" "Oh! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Trowa smiled a lopsided smile. "Aw, just having fun. Heero and Duo are coming along." "They are? I would have expected them to have stayed, wanting a little alone time." Trowa shook his head. "I think they're afraid to be alone right now, you know?" "You're very perceptive yourself," Quatre said with a hand lightly skimming the other man's arm. "Here they come now." The two agents looked uncomfortable walking together in the building. And when Quatre insisted that they tell him everything, Duo started to fidget and Heero's frown deepened. "They're not ready for cross-examination," Trowa said to stop his boyfriend's pressuring tactics, and then led the conversation into safer territory. "So, you going to Zechs' party?" "Yes!" Heero barked, and then quickly added, "If Duo wants to." "Yes." Duo was swift to agree, maybe before Heero changed his mind. "Good." Quatre snapped up the subject and ran with it. "That means getting costumes. I know a fabulous place. It won't take long at all." "They may have work to do, Quatre." "Oh, don't quash his enthusiasm, Tro'," Duo drawled. "If I don't go now, it'll never get done." "True," Heero said, and their plans were settled. Almost. Quatre brightened. "Or, I could pick them out for you and-" Heero suddenly strode toward the exit. "What I have to do at work can wait. Let's get this over with." Quatre didn't attempt to hide his frown. "You certainly make it sound like fun for all. We'll get food first!" (o) Quatre drove his car because it wasn't a flashy sports car; it was a luxury sedan and could fit all four of them and their packages comfortably. Trowa took the front passenger seat, allowing the new lovebirds to determine their pecking order and sort themselves out in back. Duo and Heero sat a full body-width apart then took turns casting glances at the empty space. On a left hand turn, Heero moved his hand to occupy half the space. When the car took the next right, Duo let the force slide him to within an inch of that hand. Heero didn't wait for another turn before he slithered close enough to bump elbows. Duo pressed thighs together. Heero's hand glided to a stop atop Duo's knee and squeezed. Encouraged, Heero 'walked' his fingers up Duo's leg until Duo stopped him. Duo giggled, low with husky-male verve. Heero ducked his head to hide his pleasure. Quatre glanced over at Trowa, who rolled his eyes in silent amusement at their friends' apprehensive romantic moves. "I'll go through the drive-thru if you promise not to drip catsup on the upholstery," Quatre said, pitching his voice to the backseat in particular. "Yeah, that'd be cool," Duo said, drawing out the "ooo" vowels. He seemed far more interested in watching the tendons move on the back of Heero's hand than in choosing where to eat lunch. Heero was in another universe entirely made up of Duo. While everyone was placing their order at the microphone, Heero was torn between staring into Duo's eyes to determine the exact color and avoiding them by watching Duo's Adam's apple. "Yuy?" Trowa's inquiry barely registered to the pair in back. Duo swallowed nervously, wondering if he'd fit in a dressing room with Heero later, trying on costumes being just an excuse to ogle the guy's body. "Yuy! What do you want?" Trowa barked. "Arnie's?" Heero asked. "Oh..." Quatre moaned. "You may not disapprove now. The time for voicing opinions is over. The time for ordering food is upon you." "But...Arnie's?" Heero repeated, not sounding too pleased. "Yeah, we've been talking about this," Trowa said without bothering to hide his world-weary sigh. "Just order the special like Duo did and you'll be happy and we can move on to pay and leave this window for the car behind us. All right?" Quatre told him. "I did?" Duo said in wonder. Of course he hadn't. Quatre would order for him just to get through the line and eat, but it did produce the reaction hoped for. "Fine," Heero agreed carelessly, just as Quatre had thought he would. Quatre paid for them all in order to speed up the process. As Trowa put it, "Just try prying Yuy's hands off Maxwell now." "I wouldn't dream of it, or want to. I simply want to eat. I'm starving!" "I can tell." "We were never that bad, were we?" "Never," Trowa assured his lover. A smile started with his sparkling green eyes and spread to his lips. "Humping in the elevator was just a dream-for me. Nightmare for Une, when she caught us." "Oh! That. Well." Quatre buried his mouth in his burger and shut up. "We were once as bad as them, you know," Trowa whispered into Quatre's ear, making his lover grin with a mouthful of food. Eating went fast. The food disappeared. "Trash! Give me the trash," Quatre demanded. "Does anyone need a napkin?" He waved pre-moistened hand wipes at the pair in back and got no response. Heero and Duo were using tongues. On each other. "Whatever," Quatre grumbled. "Don't forget that even though the center of your new combined universe is all you see now, the rest of us still exist." "I hear you," Duo said and then returned to kissing Heero. "Okay, now we are off to the costume store. It's not far at all." "We shouldn't do this again for a few months," Trowa suggested to his boyfriend. "If you mean double date with them, you are absolutely right," Quatre agreed and smiled. As the car rumbled along, Duo seemed lost in thought, until he burst out with, "Lorenzo... why-?" Misinterpreting Duo's train of thought, Heero replied, "Because my parents chose that name." "Um," Duo must have been biting his tongue to avoid saying, "Well, duh!" "No, what I meant was why did Wufei pass the background check info to us now?" He smiled. "And I like to say that name- Lorennnzo." "Hn. Don't get too used to it." Trowa cleared his throat. "My guess is that it's a tactic to distract attention off Chang. It worked. You didn't talk about what happened in the conference room or what was going on between him and The Lightening Count in his office." "Not sure about what Zechs had up his sleeve," Duo shook his head. "But 'Fei wouldn't want to let an opportunity to bark regulations at us just pass." "That's correct. He definitely had his hands full in there and after his lecture on discipline-," Heero started. "He'd want to make us pay, huh?" Duo scratched his head. "You gotta point, though; he didn't mention it even after I apologized, such as it was there at the end." Trowa shrugged as much as to say "I gave you the benefit of my brilliance." "So why today? Why give us the files today? Was he sitting on them waiting for some situation?" "I can't believe you'd assume he'd do that." Quatre thought the best of his friends. "He didn't. It wasn't Wufei who set it up." "Who then-?" "Zechs," Heero ground out between clenched teeth. His hands fisted and eyes narrowed as he fell into combat mode, which for him was an automatic response like a natural instinct. "Okay, so, why him?" "His motivation was as Trowa suggested," Quatre said, "to distract us." "It was Wufei who mentioned the files at our desks and that was before meeting with Zechs," Heero said. "Actually," Trowa said, "Wufei said something was on our desks, but what I found on top of the stack," he paused to pull out a card, "was my party invite, a week late for some reason." "Zechs knew my invitation was for the both of us and I'll just bet Wufei wanted everything proper and sent you your own." "Unnecessary duplication of effort," Heero muttered. Quatre summarized, "So Zechs wanted you to be looking at those files and discussing the contents rather than into what was going on between him and Wufei-" "You think those background checks might be bogus, don't cha?" Duo pondered a moment. "Which means...I may or may not be this Muriel person! This reeks of-!" "Who cares?" Heero dragged him into a long, meaningful kiss. Quatre used that break to voice his opinion to the man beside him, who was listening. "Merquise wouldn't go that far," Quatre said. "I'm not so sure he wouldn't," Trowa said. Quatre pulled into a parking spot and set the brake. "You'll look into it?" "Sure." Trowa nodded and looked at the two necking in the back seat and then at his watch. "I'm calling in-taking the rest of the day off." He cleared his throat and directed his comment to the pleasantly occupied Preventers employees. "Heero? Duo? You might consider doing the same thing, if you can." They parted, Duo wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "You take off time like this... often?" Heero asked hesitantly. "Every so," Trowa said with a carefree shrug. "It's part of being together and putting someone else first- on occasion." He and Quatre drew together to hold hands, and a smile spread across his face. "Believe me; no one you work with is going to want to be around you guys in your current discovery stage." Quatre fluttered his eyelashes and laughed as he led the way into the store. Heero pulled out his cell phone. "I can't believe you're taking the rest of the day off," Duo commented, patting his pocket to locate his phone. "Me either or too or... whatever." TBC...
|
