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"Set Up"Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of
its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying
me to write this. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, lemons, some angst, fluff, Pairings: 2x3, 1x6 and 4x5 Summary: Trowa is working to abandon his past
and reclaim his future! "Set Up" Trowa groaned softly. “Please tell me you aren’t serious.” Duo chuckled. “Of course I am. You’d be the perfect model.” “I’d look like an idiot.” He sighed as fingertips ran down his side to his hip. “Someone as beautiful as you could never look like an idiot.” He propped himself up on his elbows to gaze into those blue-violet eyes that always held him captive. “I’m not photogenic.” The fingers moved to tease the crevice of his ass and he shivered. “Are you trying to make me late for work?” Duo ignored the question. “Let me take some preliminary shots, at least. If you don’t like them then I’ll drop it.” Trowa groaned when his lover pressed a thigh into his awakening length. “Are you trying to bribe me through sex?” He grinned. “Is it working?” “Shit.” Trowa moved to straddle his lover’s hips. “Make it worth my while, and I may consider modeling for you.” Duo flipped them over and immediately tackled every sensitive spot on Trowa’s body with his hands and tongue. The shorter man arched into the touches, heavy moans and panting gasps ripping from his throat. “Considering it?” Duo asked, his eyes sparkling as he fisted Trowa’s length while sinking two fingers into him. “Fuck.” He slammed onto the fingers, wanting – needing – more. “Promise I’m your only one.” It was a desperate request, and he wasn’t sure where it came from, but he had to know the answer. Duo shook his head. “There’s only one for me, babe.” Trowa curled his arms around Duo’s neck. “I love you.” He laid a gentle kiss to Trowa’s mouth as he prepared him. He’d not seen such uncertainty in his boyfriend before and it bothered him. “I’m not Treize,” he whispered as he pressed his length into the tight heat of his lover. “I love you. You’re the only one for me.” Trowa whimpered softly, wrapping his legs tightly around the braided man’s waist. He wasn’t sure where the sudden insecurity had come from, but he was thankful Duo understood. All thoughts fled his mind as his lover slid in and out of him slowly. He opened his eyes to find Duo watching him and smiled softly. Duo groaned. “Damn I love you.” Before he could respond, his lips were taken in a heated kiss. He tightened his arms around Duo’s shoulders, dragging his nails down his back. Trowa tore from the kiss and tossed his head back to suck in ragged breaths. He could hardly do more than hold on as his lover took him, sucking at his neck. A slick hand wrapped around his length and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Duo.” “I know, I’m with you.” Duo groaned heavily, rhythm faltering as he came deep inside his lover. A moment later Trowa arched as his orgasm swept over him, ripping a cry from his throat. He collapsed to the bed, Duo a comforting weight atop him. “So?” “Hm?” Trowa asked sleepily. “You’ll do a photo shoot for me?” He laughed softly. “You’re persistent.” Duo pushed up to his hands, pulling out gently. “Please. He really wants you.” He raised an eyebrow. “He wouldn’t even have known about me if you hadn’t run your mouth and showed him pictures of me. Doesn’t he have enough models?” “It’s just one shoot. He wanted a fresh face.” The stickiness of sweat and semen made itself known and he scrunched his nose. “Not feeling too fresh now. Move, I need a shower.” Duo rolled to his side and Trowa slid from the bed. “We’ll do a preliminary shoot,” he promised as he dropped a quick kiss to his lover’s lips. The braided man grinned as he watched his lover disappear into the bathroom. He’d have thought it would take a lot more to convince his lover to give it a shot. He glanced to the clock and grimaced before grabbing his phone and calling Quatre. “Hello?” “Hey, Trowa’s going to be late this morning and it’s entirely my fault.” Quatre laughed. “That’s no problem.” “Cool. See ya.” He hung up and rolled to his back, staring at the ceiling with what he was sure was a silly grin on his face. He couldn’t ever remember a time when he was so content. “What’s the grin for?” He looked over, watching his lover get dressed. “Just happy, I guess.” Trowa smiled and moved to the bed. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “Duo, I was wondering.” He sat up, worried at the hesitation. “What?” “Well, you spend most of your time here now and the apartment is big enough for the both of us. Why not just move in?” A wide grin stole over his face and he made to jump his boyfriend, but Trowa jumped back with a laugh. “You’re still messy and I’m already late for work.” Duo tried to pout but his smile wouldn’t let him. “I’ll start moving my stuff in today and I’ll have everything set up to take the photos when you get home.” Trowa started. “You want to do it tonight?” “I’m not giving you time to back out.” Trowa rolled his eyes as he moved to the dresser and pulled a key out of a drawer, tossing it to Duo. “All right. I’ll see you tonight.” He nodded. “Love you.” Trowa threw the braided man a wink. “Good to know.” ----- “So we’ll have the wedding at the gazebo and the reception in the gardens. What do you think?” Zechs smiled. “Sounds perfect to me.” He looked to his fiancée. “Don’t you think?” Heero nodded thoughtfully. It would be romantic enough for Zechs without being to over the top for him. “I think it’s a good idea and it’ll save us money not having to rent a space.” Quatre clicked his tongue. “Neither of you are paying for any of it. This is my wedding present to you.” “It’s too much,” Heero protested. He waved his hand. “What’s a few dollars between friends? Besides, you two have worked hard all of your lives, done whatever you had to just to make ends meet. I want to reward you for that.” Zechs shook his head. “I think giving us jobs was a great reward.” “That doesn’t count. You earned them. Richards is extremely impressed with you, Zechs. He said he’s never had a more capable assistant.” The other blond flushed slightly. “Thank you.” “All right, then. We’ll plan the wedding for a week from Saturday.” Heero grinned and stood, looking to his lover. “I can hardly wait.” Zechs returned the grin. “Neither can I.” He looked back to Quatre. “Thank you for everything.” “No need to thank me. Friends are supposed to help friends.” Heero shook his head as they left Quatre’s office. “He never ceases to amaze me. Rich people are supposed to be selfish snobs.” Zechs grimaced slightly. “Most of them are.” The Japanese man cringed. “I’m sorry.” He shrugged. “My father did what he thought was best.” “If being an ass was his intention then, yes, he managed it quite well.” Zechs couldn’t argue the point so didn’t try. “I better get back.” Heero squeezed his hand. “Love you.” “You too.” The Japanese man watched his lover disappear into the elevator before making his way to his office. After a moment of indecision, he did a quick search and dialed the number he found. “Can I speak with Relena Dorlian?” “May I ask who’s calling?” “Heero Yuy, I’d like to talk with her about her brother.” A moment later a woman’s voice answered the phone excitedly. “You know Milliardo? Is he okay? Why did he leave? Does-“ “Um, slow down.” He chuckled a bit. Those questions gave him some answers already. “I’d like to talk to you in person, if that’s okay.” “Yes, please. Perhaps we could meet at May’s Diner. Do you know where it is?” “I can be there in twenty minutes.” “Thank you.” He hung up and left his office, ducking into Quatre’s again. “I need to run an errand. I’m not sure how long it’ll take, but I’ll be back.” The blond nodded. “Not a problem. I’ll call a driver for you.” “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take a cab.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah, thanks, though.” He made sure to avoid running across Zechs as he left the building, hailed a cab, and told the cabbie to take him to May’s Diner. He had no clue how the meeting would go and didn’t want his lover’s hopes to get up if it went badly. He knew Relena didn’t know why Zechs left, but that didn’t guarantee that she would be accepting of him. He paid the driver when they stopped in the parking lot of the diner and stepped inside. Glancing around, he saw a young woman with honey blond hair. She was a little older than the pictures he’d seen, but it was definitely the same girl. He moved to the booth and she looked up to him. “Heero Yuy?” He nodded and sat across from her. “I have a few questions I need to ask, if you don’t mind.” “Go ahead.” “What did your father tell you about Milliardo leaving?” She frowned. “He said Mill and he had it out and Mill left with strict instructions to never be sought out again.” Heero took and released a slow breath. “That isn’t… exactly accurate.” She gazed at him silently for a moment before her eyes widened. “He found out Milliardo was gay, didn’t he? And he kicked him out.” Anger simmered in her eyes. “That bastard!” Heero started. “You knew?” “I suspected.” She studied Heero for a moment. “You’re lovers, aren’t you?” “Engaged, actually.” He smiled. “And I’d like for you to come to the wedding.” She smiled brightly. “I’d love to. How is he doing?” “Well, he changed his name. He goes by Zechs Merquise now.” Her eyes widened slightly and then she laughed. “I should have known. I searched everywhere for Mill and when I couldn’t find any trace of him I figured he’d left the city.” She leaned over the table, eyes sparkling. “Zechs Merquise was his imaginary friend when he was small.” Heero bust out laughing. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She shook her head. “Nope.” She sat back in her chair, a happy smile on her face. “Thank you so much, Heero. Can you do me a favor?” “Anything.” “Don’t tell Mill… Zechs. I want to surprise him at the wedding.” He smiled. “Done.” ----- “I look ridiculous.” Duo snorted as he snapped another picture. “Sometimes I don’t know whether to bash you over the head or be glad you’re clueless since at least you’re not an egotistical jerk.” Emerald eyes rolled. “Are we finished?” He shook his head. “I’ve only got four shots.”
He crossed to the stool and set it in front of the backdrop. “Go
change into the red shirt and black pants.” After another half hour, Duo set his camera aside and smiled. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” “I guess not. How do you keep talking me into stuff I have no intention of doing?” Duo laughed. “You just needed someone to help broaden your horizons.” He winked. “And I’m too damn sexy to resist.” He grunted, but a fond smile played on his lips. “Keep on dreaming, lover.” The braided man grinned as he waved his camera. “I don’t have to dream.” Trowa laughed in spite of himself. “You’re certifiable, you know?” Duo grinned. “Yep, and you’re going with me.” Trowa shook his head, unable to refute the statement. “It’s a damn good thing I love you; otherwise, I’d have to kill you.” TBC…
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