"Firsts"

Written By: Waterlilylf

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. All rights remain with Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. No profit being made here.

Rating: R

Warnings: Yaoi, Post Cannon, sap, angst

Pairings: 3x2

Summary: How do you get past losing the love of your life, the person you fell in love with when you were just fifteen? Trowa desperately needs someone special in his life, even if he hasn't quite realised it yet..

"Firsts"

 

Chapter 7 - Storm Warning:

Considering they worked in a building full of people who largely spied on other people for a living, it was odd how long it took before anyone figured out what was happening.

Slightly over two weeks in total. Not like they were flaunting it, but they weren't exactly hiding either. It had to have been pretty obvious that they were spending more time together.

Then, on Monday morning, his secretary walked in on them in the middle of a moderately heavy make-out session. Duo didn't even notice at first, until Wendy had slammed the door on her way out, and then he laughed. Trowa had actually frozen for a heartbeat, and then realised that Duo clearly didn't care, and it wasn't a big deal anyway. Yeah, Wendy was undoubtedly on her way to tell everyone in the building exactly what she'd seen, but their colleagues would welcome it as a spicy piece of gossip on a dull week, nothing more.

Everything changed after that. He couldn't walk down the corridor or get into the lift without feeling the prickle of stares: envious, speculative, frankly curious or appraising. Hd heard snippets of gossip, mostly about what Heero would be bound to do to him when he got back. People were reluctant, all of a sudden, to go into his office; to walk down a hallway with him.

Stupid. If Heero wanted to take him out, he'd be careful not to incur any collateral damage in the process. It wasn't as if Heero was around, even. He was supposed to be due back from his assignment any day, but Heero generally suited himself, and somehow got away with it.

Wufei came back on the Wednesday, home from his trip with Zechs, and turned up in Trowa's office just after lunch, casually letting himself in through the locked door. Damn. He was really going to have to change the combination; the whole world seemed to know it, to swan in and out of his office at will.

Wufei closed the door behind him. 'Is it true?'

'Great to see you too, 'Fei. Have a good time in Paris? Is what true?'

'That you're...carrying on with Duo?'

'We're fucking on a fairly regular basis, if that's what you mean, yeah. And, no offence, but it's none of your damn business.'

Wufei gave one of those eloquent little sniffs he specialised in. 'Of course it is. It's my business that my two friends are apparently determined to wreck their lives.'

Trowa sent a quick mental apology to the spreadsheet he was working on, and gave up any chance of getting it finished any time soon. 'What exactly are you talking about? We're two consenting adults, we're both single, we're not doing anything illegal or unethical. Tell me, how exactly is any of that going to wreck our lives?'

Wufei shook his head pityingly and abruptly sat down. 'I don't know why you keep doing this to yourself. Getting involved with people who are totally unattainable, whom you can never have.'

'Out of my league, you mean?' Trowa snapped. 'Just fuck off, Chang, why don't you?'

'Trowa, of course I don't mean anything like that. I just don't want to see you getting hurt again,' Wufei said wretchedly.

'I know,' Trowa said. Damn, his friend looked so unhappy that it was impossible to stay angry with him. And it was Wufei, more than anyone else he knew, who'd been there for him after Quatre. 'I thought... I did have him.'

'I know.' Wufei reached across the desk, and touched his hand, very lightly. 'And I am so very sorry for what happened.'

'Yeah. You're always telling me I need to move on. And now I am. What's the big deal?'

'Because it's Duo, of all people. Trowa, you must know it's never going to work. He'll go back to Heero eventually. He always does, you know that.'

'I don't actually know anything of the sort. They've broken up.'

'They break up, on average, once a month.'

'This is serious. He moved out. He's sleeping in your living room.'

'It's hardly the first time he's done that either.' He brushed his fingers once against Trowa's, and then took his hand back. 'You need to move on, yes. But not with Duo. It's far too complicated. Heero's your friend. Have you thought, just for a second, how awkward it's going to be when Duo goes back to him? You'll end up losing them both, just because you wanted to sleep with Duo. You know that, don't you?'

'It's not just about sex. Look, I've no idea what's going to happen. I can't tell the future. But right now, we're getting on well. Yes, it's awkward about Heero, and we've talked about that. Duo's not actually involved with him anymore and he's free to be in a relationship with anyone he wants. At the moment, that happens to be me.'

'So, it's a relationship now?' Wufei demanded sceptically.

'It's always been a relationship.' Apart from the first time, anyway. 'And 'Fei, I do get you're worried about me. I appreciate that. But we're fine.'

'And what about your career?'

Trowa blinked. 'What? My career's fine too, thank you very much. Would be even better,' he added pointedly, 'if I could get on with this report I need to finish.'

'You're endangering your positions at Preventers, both of you. You do realise that?'

'What, the non-fraternization rules? It hardly applies to us. We're not field agents. We don't even work together that much.'

'It's still in the rule book,' Wufei said officiously.

'Oh, you and Merquise finally got around to reading it, did you?' Trowa gibed. 'Ran out of other things to do in bed already?'

It caught Wufei off-guard for approximately one second, and then he hit back with all guns blazing under cover of a tight little smile. 'Have you told Quatre?'

'No.'

'You don't think he's entitled to know that you're sleeping with his best friend?'

'I think he stopped being entitled to know anything about me when he married someone else.'

'Someone will tell him,' Wufei said, very earnestly. 'Everyone at Preventers seems to know; he has friends here. You know that.'

'Will you?'

'He is my friend. I don't want him hurt either.' He hesitated. 'But no, I think you're the one who should tell him. This, with Duo. It's really serious? Not just because he's Quatre's friend?'

'Yeah, that's exactly why I'm with him,' Trowa said curtly. 'However did you guess? I've been plotting an evil revenge against Quat for the past two years; taking up with his best friend is just phase one of how I'm out to destroy his life. For fuck's sake, Chang, you don't really believe that, do you? You'd better not.'

'I don't, no,' Wufei sighed. 'I'm sorry. I just can't see this working out.'

Trowa shrugged. 'Most people wouldn't exactly have given you and Zechs great odds either,' he snapped. 'Now, d'you mind? I really do have a deadline.'

'Of course you do,' Wufei stood, eyes fixed on his friend's face. 'I'm sorry if I've offended you. Truly. I'm just concerned.'

'I know.'

God, he'd have taken anyone else's head off, for saying that shit. Wufei, though; he got where his friend was coming from. Wufei'd pulled him back from the darkness after Quat.

Duo turned up at seven. Trowa was on the roof, watching the sun slowly sink into the sea, painting streaks of mulberry flame across the sky. He was in a mood; Trowa could tell just by the way he parked the jeep.

When he opened the door, Duo's mouth was set in the precise geometric definition of a straight line, and he wasn't quite meeting Trowa's eyes. 'Hey. D'you mind me coming over? I was gonna call and then I thought I'd just swing by on the off-chance that you might be home.'

'I don't mind at all. What can I get you? Drink? Food? Kinky sex?'

One corner of Duo's mouth tilted very slightly and very reluctantly upwards. 'A beer or ten might be good if you don't mind me staying over. And I could maybe eat something.'

'Sex for dessert then.' Trowa gave him a kiss, and a light swat to the ass. 'I was on the roof. Go on up. I'll just be a sec.'

He waited for Duo to climb the first flight of stairs, enjoying the view, especially as Duo put an extra bit of swagger into it for his viewing pleasure, and then headed for the kitchen. He collected them a beer each from the fridge, and assembled Duo the makings of a sandwich to take upstairs.

'Here you go.' He handed the tray over, and sat down beside him. 'What's wrong?'

Duo nodded his thanks and downed half the bottle in one long swallow before setting it down. 'So. 'Fei's home. Spent the best part of an hour lecturing me once he walked in the door.'

'Ah. I guessed that might be it. I got a visitation this afternoon. He turned up in my office and read me the riot act. What did he say to you?'

Duo didn't look up from constructing a towering edifice of bread and cold meats on his plate. 'We'll wreck both our careers, all that crap. He's a bloody hypocrite, is what he is. Just because he and Zechs don't actually live together. God, like people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, right?'

'Right.'

Not stones. More like live hand grenades. Lightning bolts.

'He asked me if I'd told Quat.'

Duo was, suddenly, very still. 'And?'

'I've hardly spoken to him in the last couple of weeks. He's on that tour he does every year, 'round the colonies.'

'That,' Duo said carefully, 'is what's called an evasion in the legal profession.'

'This is what I get for dating a lawyer, is it? It's true, Duo.' More or less. He had spoken to Quat, naturally, but between time differences and Quat's gruelling itinerary, and his own workload, they'd all been quick checking-in conversations, no time to discuss anything serious. 'You haven't said anything either?'

Duo shook his head. 'Same reasons, I guess. And, I dunno.'

'I want to tell him in person.'

He did look up then, those huge eyes wide and fixed on Trowa's face. 'You don't have to. Tell him, I mean. You could wait. See where this whole thing is going.'

'No. I want to.'

Duo smeared a slice of bread with mustard, and added a curled slice of pastrami. 'The career thing, whatever. Not like we're the only ones who've ever broken that rule. They don't get to dictate my personal life. If they push it, fuck it, I can leave. Go and make some actual decent money in the private sector.'

Trowa shook his head, watching as Duo added rocket leaves and another slice of bread to his sandwich. 'Are you even going to be able to fit that in your mouth?'

'Oh, Trowa,' Duo's eyes glinted at him. 'You know I can fit a lot in my mouth. Don't you?'

Trowa grinned; he loved how Duo could do that; lighten things up with a look and a few words. 'You could maybe remind me.'

'I maybe could. In a few. I'm starving. Didn't get to have any dinner.'

He took a bite of his sandwich and chewed, in a sudden, companionable silence.

'So, what else did 'Fei have to say for himself?'

'Nothing much,' Duo peeled the top layer off his sandwich and pulled off the crusts, rolling them around a wedge of brie. 'How I'm going to run back to Heero as soon as he snaps his fingers, leaving Wufei to pick up the little pieces of your ruined life. Nice idea he has of me, considering he's meant to be my friend.'

'I don't think it's you, really,' Trowa said quietly. 'He's worried about me. He pretty much had to put me back together after Quat left, and I suppose he doesn't want to do it again.'

'Hardly the same. I'm not Quat, am I?' Duo muttered thickly through a mouthful of bread, bending over to disassemble his carefully-crafted sandwich into manageable bites, and then tilted his head. 'Is that thunder?'

'Yeah.' He got up and wandered over to the rail. 'There was a storm warning on the radio, for shipping.' The sky was dark now, all traces of the dying sun obliterated by the heavy masses of dark clouds.

'Cool. Bet storms look pretty spectacular here.'

'Amazing, yeah.' He slipped an arm around Duo's waist as the other man joined him. 'Hey there.'

'Hey yourself. So, 'Fei didn't manage to warn you off me, huh?'

'Not even close,' Trowa assured him. He tangled the fingers of one hand in Duo's pony-tail, fumbling for the stupid little hair-tie and jerking it off. 'What else did he say?'

'Ah, nothing,' Duo ducked in and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. 'He's full of shit.' Another kiss, deeper, and a lightening flash above them and the first drops of rain. 'Wow. I love this.'

'You love getting soaked?' Trowa asked wryly.

'Yeah.' Duo lifted his head, eyes the colours of thunderstorms at twilight. 'Love it. Rain.'

Typical colonial, Trowa thought with one of those little bursts of affection he'd started feeling on a fairly regular basis. They either hated getting wet to the point of having a phobia about it, like Quat had, or they went running around in storms, getting themselves soaked just for the hell of it. He had a jacket at least, with a hood; Duo just had the light shirt he'd been wearing at work. He must have run out of Wufei's, Trowa reflected suddenly; normally he couldn't wait to get changed out of his work clothes. Fuck, what the hell else had 'Fei said to him?

'You're going to get drenched,' he warned again, and Duo just laughed.

'I won't melt, Tro. And you can warm me up after.'

God, he was gorgeous, illuminated by lightening. Eyes glowing and hair loose about his shoulders and that smile.

Trowa kissed him fiercely, rain pouring down their faces and the air about them all but vibrating from thunder claps and the charge of electricity in the air, between them. Nothing like the tropical storms on Tahiti, where the rain was warm as blood, scented with flowers. Nothing like that, any of it. It was Duo pressed against him, not Quatre. Duo throwing his head back for Trowa to kiss the long arch of his throat, Duo's hardness pushing against his hand.

'God, Tro,' Duo said, breathless. 'Keep doing that and I'll come. Right now.'

'Not yet.' He gave one quick, hard squeeze, and then yanked Duo's trousers down, pressing him back against the railing. God, maybe not the wisest idea to have sex on the roof on what was effectively a giant lightening rod, in the middle of a massive storm, but he didn't give a damn, and Duo pretty obviously didn't care either, twisting his fingers into Trowa's hair, just short of pulling, and he hadn't even known that was a thing but it was just as much a turn-on as the way Duo was moaning and thrusting his hips forward, and the feel of him in Trowa's fist.

'Oh, fuck,' Duo managed. 'Tro, stop. Want you to do me. Now.'

Trowa stilled obediently, the fingers of one hand curled around Duo's cock, the other digging into his hip. 'Not here, Duo. It's crazy.'

'God.' Duo hissed, and bucked into his hand. 'What part of fuck me stupid nowdo you not understand, Barton?'

That effectively froze any of the objections running through his brain; no lube, the storm getting closer in sheets of stinging rain and gusts of wind. But Duo's voice, the things he'd said immediately short-circuited any sort of sense that he'd ever had, self-preservation even.

He used spit and rain-water and fingers to get him ready; he risked one long savouring lick between Duo's buttocks and Duo, bent over the railings, nearly catapulted over. OK, not the best time to try rimming, not by a long shot. The prep was perfunctory at best, with a long stream of demands from Duo just to do it now, Barton. The sex didn't take that much longer, both of them far too keyed-up and desperate for it. His whole body was thrumming with desire, spiced deliciously with a hint of danger, because seriously this was insane, but it was Duo, and he'd never felt so alive, so aware of everything in the universe. He had one hand on Duo, and they came almost simultaneously, as a fork of lightening tore the sky in two, far too close.

'Oh, shit,' Duo whispered.

'Downstairs,' Trowa snapped. 'Now. Come on.' He held Duo upright while he pulled up his pants, and half-dragged him inside, the door slamming behind them with the sudden force of the gale. He hadn't even noticed the wind picking up speed. Probably wouldn't have noticed if the lighthouse had been hit by lightening. There'd been nothing but Duo.

Duo was a bit wobbly going down the stairs, half-stumbling until Trowa got a grip around his waist and supported him. 'You OK?' He pulled Duo into the bedroom, half-threw him on the bed.

'I guess.' His eyes were dreamily glazed over. 'Tro, that was...'

'Fucking insane.' He was smiling though, couldn't help himself. 'Duo, get those things off or you'll get pneumonia or something.'

''S'all just an evil plan to get me naked,' Duo slurred.

'I don't need a plan to get you naked, you idiot,' Trowa said fondly. 'Strip, Maxwell. You're soaking my good sheets.' He ended up having to pull Duo's clothes off himself, piling both their clothes in a dripping heap in one corner, as well as the towels he'd used to dry them. 'I'm going to go get us a couple of hot drinks, all right? Don't fall asleep on me.'

'No way,' Duo murmured obligingly, eyes already drifting closed.

Trowa thought he'd be fast asleep when he walked back upstairs, but he was sitting up in bed, propped against a pile of pillows. Trowa slid in beside him, handing him a mug of hot chocolate with a generous dash of whiskey. 'You OK?' he asked again. 'I didn't break you or anything?'

'Did your damn best,' Duo mock-grumbled, the effect ruined by the dreamy smile, and the whipped cream smeared above it. 'I'm good. Just kind of ....'

'Well and truly fucked?' Trowa suggested, grinning at him.

'You're full of yourself, aren't you?'

'Technically,' Trowa's moderately inoffensive grin took a turn to the dark side of smirking, 'you're the one who was full of me.'

Duo groaned on cue, long and eloquent, and then curled even closer. Trowa threaded his fingers through Duo's loose hair, loving the feel of it. Even after a vigorous towelling, it was still slightly damp, like wet, heavy silk against his skin. 'I've never asked. Why did you cut it?'

'Huh?' Duo shrugged. 'I dunno. Just - seemed time, I guess. You know, I wasn't this fifteen-year-old terrorist any more. I was a grown-up professional with an actual job. It was like, marking a transition. Like it was the right time. Heero went freaking ballistic though. Ever since we met, he'd been bitching about my hair, and when I cut it, I thought he was going to kill me.'

'I don't blame him actually. It was amazing,' Trowa murmured, remembering. 'The way it used to sway against your ass.'

Duo grinned. 'Never knew you noticed.'

'I noticed enough.' He ran the palm of one hand down Duo's back, and over the beguiling curve of Duo's buttocks. 'Noticed this; not that it wasn't always damn obvious, with those tight jeans you wear all the time.'

'If you've got it, flaunt it, right?'

'Yeah, please,' Trowa said huskily, as Duo tilted his hips, pressing against his hand. 'Don't stop flaunting it. Wouldn't know what to do if there wasn't ....flauntage.'

'So not a word,' Duo mocked, reaching up to tweak Trowa's nipple as he leaned over to fumble in the bedside locker.

This time he made it last; used all the lube he had; drew it out 'til Duo was gasping and incoherent and conscious of nothing else in the universe but how much he wanted it. After, he wrapped himself around Duo, the pair of them a sweaty, sticky mess, and the bed no better. He was really going to have to buy more sets of sheets at this rate, but Duo didn't seem to mind particularly, not when Trowa was kissing the back of his neck, fingers slipping easily inside Duo. Quatre had never let him do that, had always bolted for the bathroom after sex to clean up, and then just wanted to cuddle until falling asleep with Trowa holding him.

He loved that Duo was happy to lie there in the aftermath, happy to let Trowa play with him.

'Hey, Tro? Would you mind if I stayed here for a day or two? Just 'til I can move into my new place?'

Trowa laughed. 'You picked the perfect time to ask, didn't you? What do you think? If you promise never to leave the bed, you're more than welcome. Stay as long as you like.'

'Thanks.' Duo hesitated. 'I...kind of had this major row with 'Fei.'

'I kind of guessed,' Trowa said dryly.

'Yeah. Well. He pretty much threw me out, I think. He was being a total asshole, you know? He actually said I was only using you to annoy Heero, make him jealous, whatever.'

'Ouch.'

'Ouch, right.' He ran one hand down Trowa's arm, and tangled their fingers together. 'I was pissed and I said something stupid; that if I'd really wanted to piss Heero off, I'd have hit on Zechs. He didn't take it very well.'

'I can imagine.' He squeezed Duo's hand. 'He pretty much accused me of being with you to get back at Quat.'

Duo shook his head. 'I don't get if he really has that low an opinion of us, or if he's just imagining what he'd be doing in our place. The guy's freaking scary. I'm sorry for Zechs if he ever sets a foot out of line. 'Fei'll destroy him.'

'He just likes everything cut and dried, you know that. He's not great at dealing with change; wants everything in its place, the way it makes most sense to him. In his mind, you're with Heero, and I'm...'

'Yeah.' Duo said heavily, and then kissed his arm, just above the crook of the elbow. 'Tro? Can I ask you something?'

'Again? Give me a few minutes, OK?'

'Not that.' He turned around in Trowa's arms, pressed his lips to Trowa's throat. 'Want to ask you an actual question. Why'd you and Quat break up?'

Oh, fuck. Of all the fucking questions. Duo had a right to ask though. He'd clearly been uncomfortable talking about Heero but he'd answered honestly. He deserved the same in return.

'He finally realised that I wasn't going to sprout breasts and start popping out little Winners, however much he wanted it. Took him a while, but he did get there in the end.'

'Trowa. Really?'

'God, Duo. You know why. He married someone who wasn't me. You were there. I'm sure you remember it.'

'Yeah, and I know you two were fucking each other a week later.'

Quatre had called, the second night of the honeymoon. He'd been crying so hard it had taken Trowa a while to understand what he was saying.

'I feel like I've cheated on you.'

'You have.'

For the first time in his entire life, in all the time they'd known each other, he hadn't tried to comfort Quat. He'd hung up and, also for the first time in his life, he'd gone to a bar to get pissed out of his skull and pick up someone to fuck.

Naturally, he'd picked the first guy who looked anything like Quat; a sandy-blond twink with big blue eyes and a carefully-assumed air of innocence, which he'd dropped as soon as they'd gone out the back door to the alley behind the club. He'd known what he was doing anyway. He'd sucked Trowa off like a pro, getting him ready, and then braced himself against the wall, presenting that hot little ass.

Trowa had been sick out of the taxi window on the way home and then he'd called Quat.

They'd both cried, that time.

Two days later, Quatre had cut short the honeymoon, citing trade union disputes taking place on L3 as a convenient excuse, and the two of them had been together for three days; the start of an affair that had lasted for over two years, that was officially over, except on a few occasions when they'd both been lonely and enough desperate enough.

'I hated it,' he said finally. 'All the sneaking around. We'd had to be discreet after the war, for his family's sake, yeah, but it was different. This was - it was like I was this dirty secret no one could ever know about. I hated it,' he repeated. 'I think Quat could, I don't know, compartmentalise or something, like he had two totally separate lives, but I couldn't.'

Duo surprised him, then, pressing closer and kissing his cheek. 'He treated you like shit, Tro,' he said, with a level of bitterness Trowa hadn't ever imagined.

'You're his friend.'

'Yeah, and that doesn't mean I have to approve of everything he does. It was like, he got to have everything. The perfect wife to make his family happy, and a kid, and his damn company, and you on the side whenever he could sneak off. And I don't get how you put up with it so long. Years, Tro. I mean, how often did you even get to see him in that time? He was off, living this perfect shiny life and you were stuck waiting for him. We had a massive row over it actually. I didn't speak to him for ages.' He hesitated. 'Look, don't thump me for saying this, but I think he even kind of got a kick out of it sometimes. Having a secret.'

'He did, pretty much,' Trowa acknowledged. It had taken him months to work it out, but then no had ever accused him of being smart where Quatre Winner was concerned, so he hadn't seen it at the start. That Quatre, with his regimented and well-run and oh-so-proper existence, had loved the thrill of having an illicit affair, loved the danger of it.

'It was a crappy way to treat someone,' Duo went on. 'I love the guy, and he's a great friend but...fuck. I never got how he could do that to you. And Sura, come to that. I mean, I know it was an arranged marriage for both of them, and she wasn't exactly going into it thinking he was her Prince Charming, but she was an eighteen-year-old girl, and he made all those vows to her, and I guess he never expected to keep them for even one second.'

Trowa flopped onto his back, starting up at the ceiling. 'She nearly died when Auri was born. It was seriously touch and go at one point, and all I thought was if she did die, I could get him back. He'd have done what his family wanted, he'd have his kid. She was this girl I'd never even met, and I was thinking how great it would be if she wasn't around any more, just so my life would work out better. How sick is that, Duo? That was why I finished things, in the end. Like you said, Quat's great at compartmentalising. I couldn't do it any more. Just took me two years to figure out I wanted more.'

Duo shrugged. 'Took me ten, more or less. Well, ten to actually do something about it.'

'And here you are.'

'Yeah.' Duo's expression was blank, suddenly. 'Here I am. 'Fei said I was using you, that I was going to break your heart, the way Quat did. He said it was serious for you. This. Us.'

'You know it is. I thought - we talked about this, Duo. I thought you were serious too.'

'A relationship. Right?' God, Trowa hadn't heard him sound like that for days; that awful bitterness. 'I'm not Quat, though. 'Fei was right, wasn't he? He said Quat's the love of your life, that he always will be. Not like I didn't know that, going in. Stupid to think anything else might happen.'

'I do love him, Duo. I'm not going to lie about that. He's always been the most important person in my life. I wouldn't even know how to stop loving him, and believe me, I've damn well tried. But I don't trust him anymore. I can't, after what he did to me.'

'Tro. Everybody lies, sometimes.'

'I know that,' Trowa said irritably. He let his head fall back against the pillows, and looked at the painting above him. 'He gave me this, for my eighteenth birthday. He promised we'd always be together. He swore it. I believed him, that it was what we wanted. Yeah. I always thought...look, I never really believed I'd get to keep him for always. I thought, maybe he'd meet someone else, or we'd just drift apart, or start wanting totally different things, or maybe he'd want to try doing it with a girl or hell, I don't know. All the normal reasons why people break up. And any of them would have hurt like hell, but at least we'd have given it a try. I think I could have lived with that. But Quat broke us so he'd get his family's approval, and his damn company, and so he could go off and be the good little son he'd never managed to be when his father was alive.'

He'd called Quat the night before the wedding; the first time they'd spoken in weeks, and begged Quat not to do it.

'You'll destroy us. Both of us. And the girl. Three lives, Quat. Just so you can sit in that damn boardroom and think that somewhere your father's spirit might be approving of what you're doing.

Quat had hung up, and Trowa had swallowed a half-bottle of whisky and all the pills he'd been able to buy over the counter in three different chemist shops. He'd never told anyone that, and Wufei only knew because he'd found him.

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