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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 pulled his shirt on as he stepped out of the bathroom.
It was a simple outfit; just jeans and a black T-shirt, but he knew
he also looked killer in it as it accented all of his best assets.
He debated momentarily over the small hoop he usually wore in his
left ear before putting it in. It was the only piercing he had and
he didn’t think Duo would find it trashy. The tattoo on the other
hand… Well, Duo wouldn’t be seeing that any time soon –
if ever – so Trowa wasn’t going to worry about it. A low whistle came from the direction of the sofa as he entered the living room and he spun on his heel to see Heero appraising him. “What the hell are you doing here?” The Asian shrugged. “Just thought I’d stop
by and see if you needed help getting ready.” He glanced at the clock. “Shouldn’t you be
at work?” “We’re not on till nine.” He stood, face
growing serious. “Be careful, Trowa. Don’t let him hurt
you.” Trowa smiled. “I won’t. I think… Well,
Quatre is known for his morals. I doubt he’d have friends who
were untrustworthy.” Heero nodded. “All right, call me later.” “I will.” Trowa watched Heero leave and shook his head. He was
a mother hen, but Trowa couldn’t say he didn’t appreciate
it. Heero had brought him back from the lowest and darkest point of
his life and taught him to live again. He shook off the morose thoughts of the past and grabbed his keys. Hopefully, the future waited. ----- Duo rarely gave much thought to what he wore, but he
almost desperately wanted to make a good impression on this date.
He was far from hard up for dates, but no one had made such a striking
impression on him in such short a time as Trowa had. He stared at
the bed full of shirts before settling on a soft blue sweater. He
pulled it on and gazed into the full-length mirror. Gray slacks hung
appealingly on hips and the cashmere sweater hugged his torso in all
the right places. He sauntered out into the living room and spun toward
the sofa. “What do y’all think?” “Definite nosebleed,” Quatre exclaimed. Wufei chuckled. “Hot enough for a first date without
seeming too pathetically desperate for sex.” Duo thought over the comments and grinned. “Perfect.”
He snatched his keys. “I’ll see y’all later.” He glanced to the clock on the dash every few seconds,
lips pursing. He knew he should have left earlier. He was almost ten
minutes late and he couldn’t call Trowa because he still didn’t
have his number. It would have been nice if the other man had called
him from his cell phone instead of the office phone to confirm their
plans. He pulled into the restaurant and jumped out as quickly
as he could without looking like he was in a mad dash. Trowa was already
seated at a booth, head ducked over a menu. Duo took a slow breath
and moved toward the table, throwing on a smile as emerald eyes turned
up to him. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was awful and Quatre
felt the need to lay some ground rules.” Trowa tilted his head. “Ground rules?” He grinned. “Yep. Sorry, but no bedding you on
the first date.” He smirked. “So he set you up but won’t let
you claim the prize?” Duo flushed slightly. “Was it an obvious set up?” “Actually, I didn’t realize it until Heero
pointed it out. I did think it was strange to be asked to dinner out
of the blue from a boss I hadn’t even started working for, though.” Duo chuckled. “Welcome to life with Quatre.” The server came to the table. They ordered their drinks
and when she went to get them Trowa looked down to the menu. “Do
you eat here often?” “A few times. Their steaks are really good.” “I’d hope so with it being a steakhouse.” Their server returned with Trowa’s beer and Duo’s
Jack and Coke, and they ordered their food. Trowa took a long sip of his beer and appraised Duo.
From what he could tell, Duo had a lot to offer to a prospective partner,
so Trowa couldn’t figure out why he would even need to be set
up. “Does Quatre do this often?” “It’s been a few months, but often enough.” “Not to sound rude, but I wouldn’t think you
would be lacking in suitors.” Duo laughed softly. “Long story short: I had a
lover that died four years ago. The last two years Quatre’s made
it his mission to help me find love again.” “I’m sorry for your loss.” “Me, too.” Duo shrugged. He smiled softly
to Trowa. “But it’s in the past, and Solo would be disappointed
if I didn’t move on, you know?” Trowa nodded. “Yeah, I can agree with that. So…
why did you ask me out?” Duo raised an eyebrow. “Who wouldn’t ask out
an unbearably beautiful man complete with intelligence and grace?” He flushed slightly. “Beautiful? Looked in a mirror
lately?” The brunette laughed. “Hey, beauty is in the eye
of the beholder, right?” “I,” Trowa wet his lips, “I’m looking
for commitment. I’ve only been with one person, and I won’t
sleep with someone unless they’re looking for a deeper relationship.” He was afraid he may have been a bit too honest too
early until Duo smiled softly, violet eyes gazing at his drink. “I’ve
only been with two people, both of which I’d planned on forever.
One died.” Trowa couldn’t stop himself from asking. “And
the other?” “We discovered we weren’t as compatible as
we’d hoped.” “Did you love him?” Duo nodded. “Still do, but I was never in love
with him.” Trowa studied the braided man. In many ways Duo was
exactly what he was looking for in a lover. In other ways he was completely
different from Trowa’s previous lover. In retrospect, that wasn’t
necessarily a bad thing. A thin chestnut brow lifted and Trowa realized he was
staring. He dropped his gaze to his wine. “Sorry.” Duo chuckled. “Don’t be. It boosts a man’s
ego to be ogled.” Trowa laughed softly. “I’m not sure if your
ego needs to be boosted.” He grinned. “Wufei would agree with you there.” Trowa settled back in his chair. “Were they lovers
before Wufei started working for him?” “They grew up together, actually. Wufei’s
father was Quatre’s dad’s bodyguard. They were playmates
for a long time and became lovers in high school. Quatre didn’t
really want a bodyguard, but his father insisted and Wufei was hired.” “Does his dad know about them?” Duo’s smile fell slightly. “His dad died a
few years ago, but yeah. He knew.” He rolled his eyes slightly
and grinned. “He thought it was terribly romantic that Quatre’s
lover was his bodyguard, too. And Quatre has that same romantic streak.” Trowa nodded slowly and the discussion fell silent as
their dinners were brought. He gazed at the braided man as he checked
to make sure his steak was medium rare before allowing the server
to leave. “So, what do you do when you’re not gallivanting
around the world with your camera?” Trowa asked before taking
a bite of his salmon. “I spend a lot of time restoring a ’57 Chevy
210. It’s my baby.” Trowa took another bite. “I don’t really know
much about cars.” Duo raised a shoulder. “It’s a hobby. What
about you? What do you do when you’re not working the most boring
job in the world?” He laughed. “It isn’t that bad.” He lifted an eyebrow. “It isn’t interesting,
either.” “It pays well.” “A job shouldn’t be about money. It should
be doing something you love.” “Not all of us have that luxury.” Duo propped his chin on his fist. “If you could
do anything you wanted, anything at all no matter how ridiculous,
what would it be?” Trowa paused with his fork halfway to his mouth and
set it back down with a sigh. “All I’ve ever wanted was
to be able to make a good living.” “Come on, man, dream a little.” Trowa studied Duo for a long moment before smirking.
“Won’t Quatre be a little upset that you’re trying
to convince his new accountant to quit?” Duo laughed. “I don’t want you to quit, I’m
just curious. So think about it. Anything in the world, what would
you do?” He tilted his head back slightly as he thought. “Once
upon a time I wanted to be a gymnast.” “So what happened?” He shrugged and drained the rest of his beer. “I
gave it up.” “Why?” He waved the server down and ordered a Jack and Coke.
“My parents and sister died in an accident when I was young.
I guess I just lost my drive.” He shook his head. “It wouldn’t
have mattered. I injured my shoulder a couple of years later and would
have had to give it up anyway.” Duo grimaced, realizing he’d tapped into something
that had completely destroyed the jovial mood. He reached over and
covered Trowa’s hand with his own, waiting until the deep emerald
eyes met his own before speaking. “So I guess that means you’re
pretty flexible, huh?” He smirked, mirth returning to his eyes. “If you’re
lucky you may find out.” Duo barked a laugh. “Damn, Trowa, you can’t
tease a guy like that.” He leaned over the table slightly. “Who says I’m
teasing?” His drink arrived, stalling the conversation for a
moment. He drained half of it and set it down gently, eyes focused
on the glass. “I’m sorry. I’m not usually so forward.” Duo laid his hand over Trowa’s on the table. “Trowa,
look at me.” When the other man’s eyes met his own, he smiled
softly. “You can be as forward with me as you want. Remember,
I’ve sworn to not bed you tonight.” Trowa stared into those blue-violet eyes and wet his
lips. “I’m not used to…” He caught his bottom
lip between his teeth. “Used to what?” He took a breath. “To being so swept away by someone.
Normally I would never have met someone like this, no matter who set
me up.” Duo smiled and pulled Trowa’s hand to his lips,
kissing the knuckles. “Don’t worry too much about being
swept away, or the rarity of it. We’re in the same boat.” Before Trowa could respond, his phone rang. “Sorry.
Hello?” He listened for a moment, eyes widening. “Is he
okay?... No, yeah, not a problem… Stop apologizing… Yes.
I’m on my way.” He hung up and looked to Duo, brows drawing
together. “I’m really sorry. I’ve got to go.” “What happened?” “A problem with Heero and Zechs needs my help.”
He stared at the brunette across the table and reached back out to
take his hand. “I really hate to cut this short.” Duo gave him a small smile. “Maybe continue tomorrow?” He squeezed Duo’s hand. “I’d like that.” Duo stood as Trowa did and leaned over to place a kiss
to his temple. “Call me.” “I will.” ----- Zechs turned swiftly in the dressing room at the crash.
Heero was lying on the floor, entire body trembling violently and
a bruise already forming on his cheek where he’d hit the vanity.
“Shit!” He crossed the small space, clearing
everything away from his lover as he turned him to his side. He ran
a gentle finger over Heero’s gasping lips, watching for any sign
that the seizure was getting dangerous. A pounding came to the door. “Everything all right
in there?” “Tell Treize we have to leave!” Slowly the tremors faded and Heero closed his eyes,
taking a deep, shaky breath. He wet his lips and slit his eyes open,
tears leaking from the corners. “Zechs.” “Shh,” he leaned down and kissed his forehead.
“You’re all right.” “What happened?” Zechs looked over his shoulder as Treize came into the
room, worry clear on his face. “A seizure.” The older man pursed his lips. “Will he be okay?” Zechs nodded. “After some sleep and pain meds.
Can you sit up?” “Without throwing up? Not sure. What the hell did
I hit my head on?” “The vanity.” Zechs lightly ran his fingertips
over the forming bruise. “This one wasn’t that bad.” He pursed his lips. “I’ve got a new prescription
that I haven’t picked up yet.” He sighed. “All right, let’s get you home.” It took Treize’s help to get Heero dressed as he
still fell weak and drowsy. They finally reached the car after half
an hour. The drive home was made in tense silence. Zechs helped Heero
upstairs and into bed, watching over him silently for a moment before
blue eyes slit open and gazed up at him. “My meds?” “Damn.” Zechs brushed Heero’s hair from
his forehead. He desperately didn’t want to leave his lover for
any reason, much less leave the apartment complex. “Hold on.”
He pulled out his phone and hit ‘2’ on the speed dial. “What are you doing?” “Calling Trowa.” Heero gripped his arm. “His date.” Zechs swore softly but it was too late as Trowa had
already answered. “Hey, I really hate to bother you on your date,
but Heero had a seizure… Yeah, he’s okay, but he’s
got a new prescription and I don’t want to leave him alone. I’m
really sorry… Are you sure?” He hung up and took a breath.
“He’s on his way.” Heero let his head fall back to the pillow, his brows
drawn together in what Zechs knew was acute pain. The seizures always
did this to him. “Get some rest.” He left the bedroom and moved to the kitchen, pouring
himself a glass of wine and draining half. This night had so not gone
the way he’d wanted it to. He heard the front door unlock, open,
and close; and moved to the living room. Trowa held up the bag from
the pharmacy. “Bedroom.” Trowa nodded and went into the room while Zechs grabbed
a bottle of water and followed. He found his lover’s best friend
sitting on the edge of the bed. When they’d first hooked up,
Zechs had found their close relationship threatening, but he’d
finally understood who they were after months of close contact. Trowa glanced over his shoulder to Zechs. “Will
you two be okay if Heero misses work a few days?” Zechs started and sat on the other side of the bed,
handing Heero the water. “We’ll figure it out.” Heero nodded, taking the pills Trowa offered and swallowing
them with the water Zechs handed him. “I can sell some stuff
and-“ Trowa pursed his lips. “How far behind are you?” The blond sighed softly. There was no point in secrets.
“The last month has his us hard.” Trowa frowned. “How?” “Third seizure in a month.” Heero glared at
Zechs but he continued, ignoring his lover. “Between hospital
bills, numerous tests, and prescriptions…” Heero cut in, glaring harder at his lover. “We’ll
be okay, Trowa.” He shook his head and looked to Zechs. “Can you
do it alone?” The blond raised his chin. “Of course.” “No!” Heero sagged under the effort it took
to shout his denial. He looked to Trowa. “Treize depends on us.
He’ll make him dance with someone else.” Trowa understood their reservations with dancing with
someone else. “What if I did it?” Two shades of piercing blue shot to him. “What?” “Hell no!” He sighed. “It’s one or two dances, right?
You won’t have to worry about who touches Zechs.” He gave
Heero a pointed stare before looking to the blond. “And you won’t
have to worry about your dance partner taking it too far.” Heero and Zechs exchanged glances, neither looking very
happy. It touched Trowa that his friends didn’t want to drag
him back into the world he’d worked to leave behind, but he couldn’t
leave them hanging. They’d been there for him when he’d
needed it. “Look, I already know the routine so you won’t
have to teach someone else. This is the best solution until Heero
can get back on his feet.” He laid a gentle kiss to Heero’s
forehead. “Let me do this for you.” Heero’s brows drew together but he looked up to Trowa with infinite gratitude. “Thank you.” ----- Quatre sat at the foot of the bed and kicked his shoes
off. He glanced to the clock. Duo and Trowa should be well into their
date by now. “I hope it’s going well.” Wufei slid his belt off, hanging it on the hook on the
closet door. “I’m sure they’re fine. I haven’t
seen Duo that excited since Solo.” He couldn’t help but chuckle as he crossed to the
bed to stand in front of his lover. “Yes, you did good.” Quatre took Wufei’s hands, kissing each palm before
running his hands up the Asian’s arms to his elbows. His grin
turned to a smirk and Wufei suddenly found himself on his back on
the bed, the blond hovering over him with heat in his eyes. “One day you’re going to give me whiplash
doing that.” Quatre laughed softly as he nuzzled his husband’s
neck. “Don’t worry. I’ll nurse you back to health.” Laughing was the furthest thing from Wufei’s mind
as the blond sucked and nipped at his neck while grinding their growing
erections together. A turtle neck would be required for work tomorrow. Strong, slim fingers trailed down his sides until they
reached his hips and he bucked. “Tell me you’re not in a
teasing mood tonight.” A soft hum was his answer and he groaned when those
playful lips trailed down his jaw and talented fingers worked on the
buttons of his shirt. A wet tongue lapped at his exposed skin, drawing
gasping breaths and pleading moans from his lips. He could have rushed
things. He could have sped up the erotic torture. But Quatre loved
driving him to mindless ecstasy… And he couldn’t truthfully
say he minded it. “Shit.” The blond allowed a soft laugh as he moved down his
husband’s body to lap at the tip of his erection. He coated one
finger with lube and pressed it into Wufei as he took the tip of the
heavy length into his mouth. Wufei sucked in a gasp. “Fucking hell.” Quatre chuckled as he moved up to lay a soft kiss on
his lover’s lips. “I know… We’re destined for
it.” Wufei shook his head. “I hope not.” “Such language. You remind me of Duo.” He cupped his husband’s length and fisted it. “I
better not resemble your best friend.” “Doing that?” He groaned. “Hell no.” He pulled away, gripping Wufei’s wrists gently
and pressing them to the pillow on either side of Wufei’s head.
“Remember who’s in charge here, love.” Wufei felt a shudder run through him at the sultry heat
in Quatre’s voice. “How could I forget?” The blond smirked and resumed his exploration of very
well-known territory. “That’s what I thought.” Wufei fought to keep his breathing even, but Quatre
wasn’t making it easy as his tongue and fingers taunted every
sensitive spot on his body. Slick wetness raked up the tender skin
of his inner thigh while that lone finger slid in and out of him.
Light fingertips ran in circles over his lover abdomen, barely grazing
the soft curls leading to the apex of his thighs. One day he was sure
he’d die from the exquisite torture. He knew Quatre got off on
holding power over another. It wasn’t malicious, though. He only
enjoyed it if it brought pleasure to both parties. In a boardroom
that meant tons of money. In the bedroom that meant Wufei screaming
– loudly. He pressed his head back into the pillow as a second
finger entered him and Quatre lapped at the erotic zone in the cavern
of his hip. “Take me,” he whispered in a gravelly voice. Quatre pushed a third finger into him. “All in
good time, my love.” Wufei groaned. “Good time, my ass. Take me now!” The blond pulled his fingers out and covered his length
in lube before positioning himself. “You know how much I love
being inside you?” Wufei pressed his head back into the pillow. “Hopefully
at least,” he cut off as his husband slammed into him into the
hilt, “as much as,” he gasped, “I love you in me.” He’d expected heavy and hard, but Quatre had apparently decided that slow was the way to go and his back arched against his will. “Quatre?” He shook his head, gazing into half-lidded onyx eyes.
“I need you to know something.” Wufei gasped softly as he met the slow rhythm. “What?” “I love you beyond words.” Wufei allowed a tender smile to lift the corners of
his lips. “Same here.” “I’d hope so.” He laughed. “So, you need me to know,” he
cut off at a particularly well aimed thrust and sucked in a breath
before he could continue, “you needed me to know something I
already knew?” Quatre shook his head. “You’re the best I’ve
ever had… heart, mind, and soul.” Wufei stared up at his husband, feeling immensely loved,
cherished, wanted, and needed. “And I could never live without
you.” Full lips curved into a sultry smile as Quatre pounded
into Wufei, curling his palm around the Asian’s erection. “Then
cum with me.” Wufei arched into the touch, unable to do more than
willingly give his body fully over to his husband. He felt the heat
coil as he was caressed inside and out. He tried in vain to control
his breathing but heard his own panting breaths heavily in his ears
as he was brought to the edge and tipped over in an explosion of pleasure.
Moments later he felt the warmth of Quatre’s release deep inside
him. He sagged to the mattress beneath him, gasping for breath
as his lover collapsed on top of him. Fortunately, Quatre didn’t
weigh much at all. He wet his lips and kissed his lover’s neck.
“Damn I love you.” Quatre chuckled. “Good to know.” They heard a door slam and both frowned, glancing to
the clock. It was only a little after ten. Quatre slid from the bed
and pulled on a pair of sweat pants before moving to the bedroom door.
He leaned out and saw Duo heading to the guest room he’d been
using. “You’re back early.” “Something came up and he had to go help Heero
and Zechs. We’re supposed to get together tomorrow.” “But it went well?” Duo tilted his head slightly. “I think so.”
He shrugged. “I guess I’ll know if I was really blown off
if he doesn’t want to meet tomorrow.” He waved his hand
when Quatre opened his mouth to speak. “I just wanna go to bed,
Quat. Okay?” “Okay. Night.” TBC… A/N And there Wufei goes and steals a scene. I hadn’t
exactly planned that last part, but oh well. I think by now everyone
knows how big a Fei fan I am. LOL Reviews snuggled and huggled. ^_^
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