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"Something"Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am
just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: NC 17 Warnings: m/m relationship, implied sexual content,
light angst, some sapness, un-beta'd but short Pairings: 2x3, 4xR and implied 1x5 Summary: At Quatre and Relena's wedding, Trowa thinks about how there is just something about Duo Maxwell. A/N: This isn't me back off hiatus "officially",
this is just a small gift to a few people who have been very supportive
to me recently. So thank you to my tumblr brigade (you know who you
are) as well as Clara Barton. Inspired by the song Something by the
Beatles. Oh yeah, we're going retro. " Something"
His eyes drifted from the suited wedding band to the
dance floor, eyes stopping on the bride and her current dance partner.
Trowa stood at the side of the dance floor, not persuaded to join
in, instead, he was drinking a glass of whiskey, sipping it occasionally
and watching the events. "They look good together." Trowa turned towards the voice, looking to see Quatre
beside him, his suit still immaculate even after the photographs,
the dinner, the endless speeches and the first wedding dance. "They do," he answered with a slight quirk
of lips observing how Relena was smiling, laughing at whatever her
dance partner was saying, his smile infectious and hands clasping
her lightly. Relena's dress was a simple cut, not foofy like Trowa
would've expected, it was elegant. Beautiful. And while he admired
her grace and style his eyes stared at the man she danced with, drinking
him in as Duo so rarely looked like that and Trowa admitted, he more
than enjoyed seeing his lover in a suit. And it didn't help that he
was dancing, Trowa's mind racing and his libido soaring as while his
movements weren't at all sexual, there was something about the way
that Duo moved to the music that was entrancing to those dark green
eyes that watched every step. Or maybe it was the suit. As fuck, Trowa
thought, he did look so fucking good in it. So good that when he'd tried it on in the store, Trowa
had been forced to join him in the tiny changing room and kiss him,
push him up against the wall and jerk him off until Duo was so close,
moaning and panting into Trowa's mouth that he'd had to drop down
to his knees and suck Duo's cock until he came into his mouth. It wasn't the most wedding appropriate image and Quatre
had touched his arm making Trowa shake out of his reverie. "You're smiling," he said. Trowa raised one eye brow as he hadn't noticed - but
maybe... Maybe that was the effect Duo had on him - always damn had
on him or maybe not always. They'd had a rough start as they'd both
been too young, too gloriously fucked up, to be functional at first.
Too many fights where punches were thrown, lips were split and then
they'd be fucking each other raw with misplaced passion moments later. Duo had been trying to push him away. Trowa had been
trying to pull him closer. Each time was treated as their last until,
finally, therapy and talking and then the fighting stopped, the slaps
and punches and scratches. And from then on, yeah, maybe Trowa did
smile thinking about the man he loved. But he wasn't going to admit to Quatre that the reason
for his smile was the memory of Duo's cock in his mouth, his breathy
moans and his tightening fingers in his hair. So instead, he took
another sip of his whiskey and let Quatre speak. The way it had always
been between them. "You're happy with him," he observed, a small
satisfied smile on his face as Quatre had always wanted to see Trowa
happy. Even when they had had their own torturous and confusing and
somewhat stupid affair. And Quatre was well aware that the person
to make him happy wasn't him. Just as Trowa knew Quatre wouldn't make
him happy. "I'm glad." Trowa gave him an appraising look. "And you." He was happy for Quatre, the way he'd grown up into
the business, the way he'd become a man so far removed from the boy
he had been. And that he'd found Relena. Someone who understood him
like Trowa never could as Trowa couldn't have been what Quatre needed.
He'd done too much, seen too much, lived through too much for it to
work and Trowa needed someone who knew the cold harsh ground in the
dead of night, finding a ratty threadbare blanket for comfort and
avoiding the men who approached him promising him chocolate or warmth
in exchange for "favours". Quatre didn't get that, raised in the ivory tower of
L4 and a rich family and it made Quatre feel guilty. And a relationship
where one part was always so fucking guilty – about his privilege,
his money, their fight in space… all of those things meant that
they would never work beyond some teenage hand jobs and some mutual
blow jobs. He tried not to let those thoughts show on his face, things
that Relena didn't need to know about her new husband but then she
perhaps would always suspect there had been something between them.
But maybe she didn't think on it as Trowa now had Duo. And Duo was smiling, that smile that was genuine and
that made Trowa's heart skip a beat, he was laughing, that soft little
chuckle that sent shivers down Trowa's spine and his eyes were sparkling
under the dim disco lighting, the blue looking impossibly deep. It
didn't matter that he was dancing with the bride, the former Queen
of the World, as for Trowa there was only one person in that room
and he was not taking his eyes off Duo's tight fit suit, his jacket
lost at some point so Trowa could see the white shirt, the hint of
black tattoos underneath, the way his pants were tight over his ass
and he realised then his gaze had been noticed, Quatre putting a hand
on his arm. Trowa didn't think he'd lose Duo for the evening as
there had been a promise, a promise in their hotel suite while they
were teasing each other, getting dressed, dragging each other over
by their ties and sharing kisses even while they were trying to get
ready. Duo had pressed his body up to Trowa's aligning their chest
and groins and if they'd had time then before the ceremony, Trowa
would've stripped Duo naked and fucked him then and there but he hadn't.
So instead, Duo had leant up, pressed their lips together and said
words that made Trowa moan, a small sound that was pathetic against
his mouth. "Tonight… maybe we test out our hot tub?" So with that thought, he nodded to Quatre, putting his
glass down on the nearest table before they walked across the dance
floor. Relena and Duo did look good together, happy, smiling friends
but Trowa tapped on Duo's shoulder just as Quatre approached his new
bride and with a smirk, he leaned towards Duo's ear, mouthing against
his skin as he whispered. "May I have this dance?" Duo gave Relena a little bow. "I gotta go Princess,
I'm kinda being stolen," he said with melodrama and Relena stifled
a laugh as she turned towards her husband, her hands going to Quatre's
shoulders. "Me too," Relena replied, giving a smile as
they moved to the music, another slow song played by the band, moving
away to the middle of the floor as Duo pressed himself up to Trowa. "I didn't think you wanted to dance, babe," Duo murmured as he let a hand drift to the small of Trowa's back, let his head rest on Trowa's shoulder as his other hand gripped his bicep,
slowly swaying his body in time to Trowa's. "You looked too good." "I totally thought you were checking me out,"
Duo teased, looking up through long eyelashes with mischievous grin.
"What were you thinking about?" Trowa coughed as he was sure that Duo knew what he thought,
especially as he did a little move of his hips that brought them so
deliciously close and Trowa thought of unsexy thoughts to stop himself
from getting hard. It wasn't appropriate behaviour to sneak off and
fuck at a wedding even though when he'd seen Heero and Wufei disappear
during dessert, he was pretty sure that's what they'd done. And people
thought that they were the ones that couldn't control themselves. "You. Me. Later," Trowa finally answered. A hand went to the back of his head and Duo was ruffling
those short hairs at the nape of his neck, resting his cheek against
Trowa's as the song stayed slow and sensual and romantic. "Hot tub?" "Hot tub," he confirmed. Duo laughed, that sexy ass laugh and Trowa could only
stifle his desire, look around the room as they swayed together, seeing
the band, seeing his friends happy, seeing a moment that they'd fought
for and deserved. He saw Quatre smiling at his bride, Relena dipping
her head and blushing at his attention, and Trowa saw Heero and Wufei
sat at a table, sat close together and while not as obviously affectionate,
Heero had an arm on the back of Wufei's chair, and they leant towards
one another, words shared between them with soft expressions on their
faces. It was a moment like none of them thought they'd ever
get and Trowa couldn't help feeling a like a lucky son of a bitch
as he had Duo close to him, the smell of his hair in his nostrils,
the feel of his hands gripping onto him tight as they danced. They'd
all survived, got older, grown up and lived to see these moments.
It made him feel kinda sentimental, more so than he ever had as Duo
moved with him. "Your dancing's kinda good," Duo commented. Trowa snorted. "I was an acrobat. Rhythm was required." "Yeah, well I never forget that old occupation…
your flexibleness is kinda a turn on." Duo was smirking against his skin, Trowa could feel
it, his mouth against Trowa's throat and yes, they had done some crazy
positions together, so many things and he smiled too. "Flexibleness?
That's all you want me for?" he asked with mock indignation. He moved back a little then, Duo no longer pressed so
tight so that their eyes could meet, their bodies still mirroring
each other to the slow beat of a romantic song. "Naw… There's always been something about
you, Tro'." "Yeah?" Trowa asked, his expression a little
puzzled as yeah, there a fuck ton of something's about Duo Maxwell
but Trowa? He was a cipher, a nameless orphan who had nothing but
the memories he'd picked up along the way. He wasn't funny, he didn't
make people smile, and maybe he was good in bed but that about
all he had going for him. Duo nodded, his eyes a little more intense obviously
sensing Trowa's self-doubt. Another something. So damn perceptive.
"Yeah, something about the way you are so damn protective. Something
about that stupid ass bang that hides your gorgeous eyes," Duo
began and demonstrated by pushing it up and revealing both of them.
"Something about the way you always think of yourself last. Something
about the way you make me feel. Something about the way you touch
me and make me feel like I'm wanted. There's just something about
you, Trowa Barton and all those things make me kinda love you." The last words made Trowa's mouth open slightly as they'd
been in some form of relationship for nearly six years but the "love"
word had never come into it and instead of being able to respond verbally,
he acted, wrapping his arms tight around Duo and dragging him close,
pressing his lips to Duo's, running his tongue over them until Duo
gasped out, letting him delve inside and kiss him fiercely on the
dance floor, feeling the hot press of their bodies together as the
rest of the world disappeared. "Man," Duo said as they split apart, the rest
of the world coming back into focus and he smirked. "Hot tub?" Trowa nodded. "Hot tub." And with only a nod in the direction of Quatre and Relena
who were both laughing at their overt display of public affection
and one towards Heero and Wufei who looked ready to mock, Trowa reached
to clasp Duo's hand and lead him away, out of the hotel's ballroom
and to their room, passing only wedding guests as the whole place
was closed to anyone else. They exchanged little touches in the corridors, making out in the elevator and finally when they got into the room, they were pulling at each other's ties and removing their clothes with rushed impatience as they made their way to the bathroom, to run the water for the tub. The sound of water filling could be heard as they were
finally naked, kissing and stroking and touching one another and when
it was done, the water dribbling over the side due to their distraction,
Trowa gave one Duo one peck on their lips before they prepared to
stepped in, running his fingers leisurely down Duo's sides. "There's something about you, Duo Maxwell…
and that something is why I love you." Duo smacked a hand on his ass playfully. "Only one something," he said, rolling his eyes and pouting, "and I gave you all that damn list. Gotta work harder than that, babe." With that, Trowa acted, the speed and strength from
his circus days leading him to grab for Duo, loud cursing heard as
he unceremoniously dumped him into the tub, him surfacing a few moments
later with his hair wet and dishevelled and a pissed face. "Oh you so did not wanna start that!"
Duo's revenge was splashing some water in Trowa's direction
and as Trowa stepped into the tub, Duo dragged at his foot to get
him off balance and Trowa ended up submerged in the water, surfacing
with his hair plastered to his face and water up his nose. And not giving a damn about the water that splashed
out of the tub, Trowa pounced, pinning Duo against the side and giving
him a look that was as feral as one of the circuses lions. "I'll show you something." "Whatever you want, Tro'," Duo murmured, his
eyes heavy lidded and his hand moving away Trowa's bang, "whatever
something you want."
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