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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" “Pancakes or biscuits?” Quatre started the coffee maker. “Biscuits, if
that’s okay with you.” Wufei nodded and pulled the can out of the fridge. “We
still on for tennis today?” The blond shrugged, watching his husband set the oven
before laying the biscuits on the cookie sheet. “As far as I
know.” Wufei nodded and put the sheet into the preheated oven.
“So, any plans for this morning?” Quatre smirked, moving to stand behind his husband.
“Well, I have an idea. How about we take a swim?” A dark brow lifted. “You’re insatiable.” Quatre chuckled. “You’ve never complained
before.” He ran his hands down his lover’s arms. How about
we have a race? Whoever completes four laps gets to take the other.” Wufei shivered. “That sounds nice.” They fell silent as they heard Duo’s laughter which
was followed by a soft grunt. “Oh, stop that. I can’t help
it if I think you’re cute.” “I’m not cute.” Quatre’s wide eyes turned to Wufei’s. “Was
that Trowa?” he whispered, but his lover was stalled from answering
as Duo spoke again. “You’re many things: beautiful, elegant, graceful,
and – at the moment – cute.” “Duo, you-“ The voice cut off and Quatre and Wufei moved to the
doorway. Duo had Trowa pulled flush to him, their mouths firmly connected.
Trowa was up on his toes, clad in a T-shirt that was several sizes
too large and sweatpants that were rolled up at the ankles. “Oh my.” Quatre chuckled softly. “Aren’t
they a sight?” Trowa tore his lips from Duo, turning wide eyes to his
boss. “Quatre, I-“ “You should join us for breakfast,” Quatre
said with a grin. Trowa licked his lips, embarrassment clear in his eyes.
“Okay.” Those same eyes rolled as experienced lips descended
on his neck. He gasped heartily, his pelvis rocking against the other
pressed against him. He put his hands to Duo’s shoulders and
pushed him back slightly. “Wait.” “For what?” “I’m hungry.” “Me too.” Trowa grunted. “I’m hungry for food, you Neanderthal.” The braided man pouted and Trowa laughed softly, reaching
up to lay a quick kiss to his lover’s lips. “Get over it.
We can do more later if you want.” Quatre chuckled as the couple entered the kitchen. “I
see things are going very well.” Trowa flushed slightly, glancing to Duo. The braided
man grinned widely. “Best set up ever, Quat. Good work.” The blond laughed. “I’m glad.” Duo leaned down to kiss Trowa softly. He accepted a
quick kiss but quickly pulled away. “Stop getting frisky in front
of my boss.” Duo laughed. “You don’t like a kiss in front
of your gay boss who set us up hoping for this?” Trowa grunted and glanced to Quatre’s amused gaze.
“Whatever,” he muttered, but he couldn’t stop the satisfied
smile that curved his lips. Quatre chuckled. “How do you like your eggs?” “Soft scrambled, please.” Wufei laughed softly. “Just like Duo. Scramble
eight, love, I’m going to poach mine.” Quatre smiled at his husband as he pulled out the carton
of eggs and milk. “Are we still on for Tennis?” Trowa looked to Duo who shrugged. “Up to you, Babe.” “I can function off of four hours of sleep if you
can.” “Four hours?” Wufei pulled the biscuits out
of the oven before looking to the couple at the table. Trowa lifted a shoulder. “I didn’t get off
work till one.” Quatre looked to the clock before shaking his head.
“So you two were at it for five hours?” Duo grinned. “Hey, I ain’t been laid in four
years.” Trowa buried his face in his arms that were crossed
on the table. “Isn’t anything private with you guys?” Duo chuckled. “Sorry, no more sex talk, I promise.” He turned his head to look at his lover. “Why thank
you. I appreciate that.” He sat up and lowered his voice. “I’m
not ashamed to be with you, just so you know. I just don’t know…
I mean, Quatre’s my boss.” Duo nodded. “Trust me, he’s like no boss you’ve
ever had.” Trowa smiled, glancing to the blond who was scrambling
his eggs. “I’m beginning to see that.” He frowned slightly.
“Where’s your staff?” “They get the weekends off,” Quatre said as
he piled eggs into a bowl. “But they were here that Sunday I came over.” “I asked if they wouldn’t mind working for
the dinner.” “Oh.” A few minutes later plates of bacon, sausage, biscuits,
and eggs were set in the middle of the table. “So, are we still on?” Trowa shrugged. “Sure. I need to go home, shower,
and change first, though.” “You could wear something of mine,” Duo suggested
with a snicker. Trowa pursed his lips. “No, I’d trip myself
over your pants, and I’m not going out into public looking like
a kid dressed up in daddy’s clothing.” That brought a round of laughter around the table. ----- Monday morning Quatre sat at his desk, surprised to
find an envelope on his desk. He lifted it and quickly removed the
folded letter from inside. Rather than being handwritten, it was typed,
which wasn’t unusual; but the topic was. There’s something you should see at Kushrenada’s
this Friday. Quatre leaned out of his office. “Jerri, where
did this note come from?” She shook her head. “It was left at the front desk.
Hillary gave it to me this morning when I came in. She didn’t
know where it came from.” “Okay. Thank you.” He moved back to his desk
and sat in his chair. He knew of Kushrenada’s but had never been
there. He’d heard it was an upscale establishment for gays with
exotic dancers. He couldn’t deny that he wouldn’t mind visiting
the place, but why would anyone think he needed to go? “What’s got you so lost in thought?” He looked to Wufei as he entered the room and held up
the note. “I received an interesting request.” His lover read it, brows drawing together. “Who
is this from?” “I don’t know.” Wufei frowned. “I don’t like it.” He chuckled. “Didn’t figure you would.” “You’re not going.” Quatre raised his chin. “And why not?” “It could be an assassination attempt or something.” He grunted. “No one wants to kill me. I’m
not that influential.” Wufei huffed softly. “You want to go, don’t
you?” He grinned. “Well, I’d hate to disappoint
someone who obviously wants me to be there.” “So long as you know who you’re going home
with.” Hurt flashed through him before he quickly covered it.
“I love you. I’d never destroy what we have by lusting after
some dancer. You know that, don’t you?” Wufei nodded slowly. “I know. I just don’t
like this. It feels too much like someone’s trying to pull something
over on us.” Quatre pursed his lips. “I agree, but pull what
over on us? It’s a well-known fact that I’m gay, so they
can’t be trying to out me.” “No, but they could be trying to lure you to a
specific place to hurt you.” Quatre snorted. “They can’t really do anything
in a public place. They know where I am five days a week. They could
just as easily get me here if they wanted.” Wufei shook his head. “Not with my security team.” He rolled his eyes. “Let’s just go, check
it out, and if you’re not comfortable we can leave.” His lover gazed at him silently for a moment. “You’re
dying to go, aren’t you?” He grinned. “I’ve heard the hype about this
place. It’ll be fun.” “What’s fun about watching other men strip
when you have a lover perfectly willing?” “No offence, love,” he patted Wufei’s arm, “but you’re not the best dancer.” ----- Duo set the photos on the reporter’s desk. “Think
these will work for you?” She skimmed through the pictures and shook her head
with a smile. “You’re the best, Duo, you know that?” He laughed softly. “I don’t know that I’d
go that far, but it’s nice to be able to do the work you love.” She nodded. “I agree with that. Oh, are you available
next weekend?” He tilted his head slightly. “I should be depending
on the hours.” The reporter smiled. “I’m stuck with the county
fair. I know it’s not too terribly exciting, but we’ve got
a well-known group lined up for Friday night and I need some good
shots of it.” Duo thought for moment. With no seizures for the past
couple of weeks, Heero would hopefully be able to go back to work
the next weekend. If Trowa was free they could make a date of it. “I think I’m free. I’ll give you a call
no later than Tuesday. Will that work?” “Perfect.” He nodded and left the building happy to have another
job lined up, hopefully. His cell rang and he answered quickly when
he recognized Quatre’s ringtone. “What’s up?” “We’re going out tonight.” He snorted softly as he sat in his car. “Okay.
Where to and will your husband be joining us?” “A club and yes he will.” Duo chuckled. “And will you tell me what club?” A throaty laugh. “Of course not. We’ll pick
you up eight.” He snorted. “If you don’t tell me where we’re
going, how will I know how to dress?” “Just dress like you normally do when we’re
going out.” Quatre hung up and Duo rolled his eyes. He knew he could
be adventurous at times, but his friend’s sweet and innocent
face was only façade. The last time Quatre had pulled something
like this Duo had ended up winning first place at a drag queen contest. He grimaced. Now there was a memory he wished he could
forget. Alcohol had most certainly not been his friend that night.
He vowed that wherever his friend was taking him, he would not touch
a drop of liquor. Five hours later he was staring at the large neon sign
reading ‘Kushrenada’s’ and changed his mind. Maybe
if he broke his former vow to never touch tequila again he would be
able to wipe whatever hell happened in the forthcoming night from
his memory, he would manage to make it. Of course, maybe if he was
lucky Trowa wouldn’t end up on stage before they left. An hour
later he realized he should have known he wouldn’t be that lucky.
There was a shocked, tense silence from the two men
at their table as two dancers appeared on stage before Quatre’s
soft voice said, “Duo?” He looked to the blond. “Yes?” “Am I not paying Trowa enough?” It startled a laugh out of Duo. “Remember when
I told you that Heero would be out of work for a few weeks?”
Quatre nodded and Duo continued. “And I told you that Trowa would
be helping them out at work.” Quatre jerked his gaze back to the stage and realized
the other dancer was Zechs. He cleared his throat. “Trowa has
experience with this.” “That’s how he paid his way through college.
He didn’t want you to know. He’s embarrassed by it.” Wufei’s dark eyes were riveted to the stage. “It
says something about his loyalty to his friends that he’s doing
something he doesn’t like for them.” Duo smiled softly. “And even more, he’s not
keeping any of the money he makes. It all goes to Heero and Zechs.
He told them it defeated the purpose if he kept even a dime of it.” Wufei shook his head, and then tilted it slightly as
Trowa bent in a way that would have broken something on him if he’d
tried it. “Damn.” He looked back to the stage as emerald eyes landed on
him and widened. Duo cursed under his breath. A true profession, Trowa
continued dancing, but Duo knew he had to fix this fast. He made his
way to the stage and Trowa crossed to the edge, squatting down. “What the hell are you doing here, and why the
fuck did you bring them?” Duo felt acute pain in his chest at the anger in Trowa’s
eyes. “I didn’t bring them; they brought me. I explained
everything to them.” The anger faded to apprehension and they briefly flicked
to the table. “So is he… okay with it? He understands, right?” Duo smiled. “Yeah, and they think you’re the
best friend out there to do this for Heero and Zechs.” Trowa released a shuddering breath. “Okay.” Duo pressed a fifty dollar bill into Trowa’s palm.
“For Heero and Zechs. I’m not too fond of all these eyes
on you so it better damn well be worth it.” He chuckled softly. “Then let’s have those
eyes see something else.” Before Duo could register what was happening, he found
his mouth plundered by an insistent tongue – not that he was
complaining. When Trowa pulled away, Duo was confused to find the
bill in his own palm. Trowa dropped one knee to the stage, jutting
his pelvis toward Duo. “Show the crowd that only one person gets this
privilege.” Duo groaned softly and hooked the bill into the G-string.
“Damn, I think I love you.” Trowa’s lips lifted in the corners and he winked.
“Good to know.” Duo returned to the table to find Quatre grinning widely
and Wufei smirking. “I take it you fixed things,” the Asian
said. “Yep.” He sighed softly. “I’m the
luckiest son of a bitch alive.” His friends chuckled.
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