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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 sat at the table, waving down a server to order
a Jack and Coke. He waited until he had the drink, downed half of
it quickly, and looked to his boss. “I didn’t want you to
know about this.” Quatre shook his head. “Don’t worry, Trowa,
this changes nothing. You’re one of the best people I know.” “Thank you.” The blond frowned slightly. “My only question would
be about who sent me the note.” “What note?” Duo asked. “One recommending his appearance here tonight,”
Wufei said with a frown of his own. “I’d thought it was
an attempt to cause some harm to Quatre, but now I realize they wanted
him to see Trowa.” Quatre pursed his lips. “Yes, it would seem that
way.” Trowa put two and two together and easily came up with
four. He groaned and covered his face with his hands. “That bastard.” “You know who did it?” He looked to Quatre. “I don’t know for sure,
but if I had my guess I’d say it was Chris Stevens who works
in Marketing.” He took a breath. “Several months before
I quit, his brother dragged me off stage. He got a few gropes in and
a broken nose for his trouble. Stevens has confused the difference
between an exotic dancer and a whore. He thinks I have no place at
Winner Enterprises.” He sighed heavily. “I don’t know
that it’s him, but he absolutely hates me.” Wufei’s face darkened. “I think we need to have a meeting with Mr. Stevens.” Trowa closed his eyes. “I’ve never sold sex
for money, but I… I have sold my body for it. In a way, he’s
right. I have no business-“ “Shut up.” He started at the harsh tone in Quatre’s voice.
“What?” “You did what you had to in order to survive. I
would never judge you for that. He’s in the wrong and he will
pay for that.” Trowa downed the rest of his drink. “I never-“ “So, I take it this is the new boyfriend?” Trowa cringed at the silken voice and looked to the
man standing next to the table. “Yes, he is.” Pale blue eyes appraised Duo for a moment. “I sincerely
hope you know the treasure you have.” Duo quirked an eyebrow as he lifted his chin. “Of
course I do. No one in their right mind would have any question about
that.” Treize flinched slightly. “I suppose you’re
right. Take care of him.” Duo snorted softly. “I intend to, for his sake,
not yours or mine.” The man nodded and looked to Trowa. “Thank you
for filling in.” “It was for Heero, not you.” He nodded; hurt flashing briefly across his eyes before
being quickly covered. “I know.” Trowa watched him walk away and sighed softly. Treize
wasn’t really a bad guy. He’d made a bad decision, but he
wasn’t really bad. “You were involved with Treize Kushrenada?” Trowa flagged down another server, ordered a drink,
waited until it arrived, drained the entire Jack and Coke, and then
answered. “Um… yeah.” Wufei lifted an eyebrow. “Why did you break up
with him?” He snorted. “Would you stay with a lover who you
caught fucking someone else?” He grunted. “Especially when
he said he thought he’d found ‘the one’.” Duo caught the bitterness in his lover’s voice.
“You wish y’all were still together?” Trowa released a sarcastic laugh. “Hell no. If
he thought great sex equaled ‘the one’ then he’s sorely
misguided.” He shot Duo a look. “It’s finding ‘the
one’ that makes sex meaningful.” The braided man smiled. “Very true.” ----- “Stevens, I don’t know what this is about,
but if it reflects badly on the department you’re facing a world
of hurt.” He frowned. “What are you talking about?” “Mr. Winner wants to see you in his office.” His eyes widened slightly before he straightened. This
had to be a good thing. Surely Mr. Winner was impressed with his work
and would be promoting him. “I’m sure everything will be
fine.” “It better be.” Stevens made his way up to Winner’s office, ideas
of what the man wanted floating through his head. Maybe he’d
be made head of the Marketing department. He’d do a much better
job than his current boss. Winner’s secretary let him in and
suddenly he didn’t feel so confident. Winner sat at his desk, a neutral expression on his
face. His bodyguard stood behind him, something close to anger in
his dark eyes. He looked to the man sitting in one of the chairs in
front of the desk. “Barton,” he said in as neutral a tone as
he could summon. A single brow lifted over a cold emerald eye. “Stevens.” “Why don’t you have a seat, Mr. Stevens,”
Winner said. “It seems we have a situation on our hands.” He sat to Barton’s left in the only free chair.
“And what would that be?” “Do you recognize this?” It would be pointless to deny it since the blond man
had obviously pinned it to him somehow. “Yes, I sent it.” “Why?” “I thought you deserved to know what kind of trash
you had working for you.” Winner tapped his fingers on his desk. “Mr. Stevens,
I am going to give you a warning. Mr. Barton is an outstanding employee,
an honorable man, and a very good friend. If you in any way bother
Trowa again, I will not hesitate to fire you. Do you understand me?” He clenched his teeth tightly. “Don’t you
realize it will be bad for business if people find out you employ
whores?” “For the last time,” Trowa ground out between
his teeth, “I am not a whore.” “Shut it. Everyone knows you got the job by sleeping
with Kushrenada.” Trowa stared at the man for a moment. “Do you really
hate me so much for breaking your brother’s nose or is there
something else that I don’t know about?” “Treize dumped me for you,” he hissed through
his teeth. Emerald eyes widened. “What?” “He said things had grown stale, three weeks later
I found out he’d hooked up with you.” Trowa huffed. “Then he played us both. Get over
it and move on. There are much better men out there than Treize Kushrenada.” Stevens left hand clenched in Trowa’s shirt only
a moment before his right fist connected with Trowa’s eye. The
unexpected punch sent him tumbling to the floor where he cracked his
other cheek against the leg of Quatre’s desk. Wufei quickly had Stevens’ arms behind his back
and chest to the wall. Quatre knelt by Trowa who blinked up at him
a daze. “Are you okay?” “I will be as long as my head doesn’t fall
off.” Quatre helped Trowa to a chair before glaring daggers
at Stevens. “You’re fired and if you so much as think about
Trowa I’ll make sure no one in the state will hire you. Am I
clear?” Not waiting for an answer he continued, “Get him
out of my building, Wufei.” He looked back to Trowa and the quickly darkening bruises.
“I’m so sorry.” “About what?” Trowa winced, lightly touching
his cheek. “The punch wasn’t too bad, but the desk put up
a hell of a fight.” Quatre bit his lip. “I think you need to go to
the hospital and get an x-ray.” He shook his head. “It wasn’t hard enough
to break the bone.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah.” He took a breath. “Quatre, I
hate to ask, but I won’t be able to concentrate on work today.” He snorted. “I wasn’t about to ask you to.
Go home and if you need anything don’t hesitate to call.” “I won’t.” The day’s events were playing havoc with Trowa’s
mind and as he stepped into his apartment he couldn’t really
recall the drive home. He went straight to the fridge and grabbed
the ice pack he kept for his shoulder and a bag of peas. He moved
to the living room and collapsed on the sofa, laying the pack and
peas to his face. As much as he hated the extreme cold on his face,
the last thing he wanted was to be swollen beyond recognition. He wasn’t sure how long he laid there, maybe twenty-five
or thirty minutes, before there was a knock on his door. He groaned.
If they didn’t have a key, they weren’t getting in because
there was no way he was moving. He heard the lock click; a moment
later a warm body came close to the sofa and the pack and peas were
removed from his face. He gazed up into horrified dark blue-violet
eyes. “Shit.” The word was released on a breathy
whisper. “I’m fine, Duo.” “Really? ‘Cause you look like you’ve
been a few rounds with Carl Froch.” (1) Trowa frowned. “I don’t know who that is,
but it doesn’t matter. I’m okay. The bruises will fade.” Duo didn’t look happy as he settled on the edge
of the sofa. “He had no right to do this to you.” “No, he didn’t,” Trowa agreed, “but
he lost his job because of it, so he’s suffering for it.” “You should press charges.” Trowa sighted softly. “Let it go, Duo, please.
If he tries anything else I’ll get a restraining order against
him. Okay?” He nodded slowly. “Fine.” He lifted a jar.
“This should help with the swelling and numb the pain. Can’t
use it on your eye, but I think your cheek got the worst knock.” “Yeah, it did.” Duo removed the lid and scooped out some of the cream.
Trowa closed his eyes when extremely gentle fingers ran over his bruised
cheek. The feather light touches ran over the tender skin until the
pain eased. “That stuff is a miracle.” Duo ran his fingers down Trowa’s jaw. “One
of Quatre’s sisters developed it. It’s approved for mass-market
and should be released in the next couple of months.” Trowa opened his eyes. “It works wonders.” Duo smiled and set the jar on the coffee table before
leaning down to kiss Trowa softly. “You’re the best thing
that’s ever happened to me. I love you.” He smirked slightly. “Good to know,” he whispered. While the words seemed flippant, Duo could easily read
deep emotions swirling in the emerald eyes. He might not say it, but
the auburn haired man was just as lost as Duo. And when he did hear
those words he longed for they would be all the sweeter.” ----- “How are you feeling?” Heero looked over his shoulder to Zechs and smiled.
“I think this medication is doing the trick. I feel perfectly
fine.” The blond wrapped his arms around his lover’s waist
and kissed his neck. “Thinking of watching a movie?” Heero tilted his head to give the blond better access.
“I was.” His hands fell from the floor to ceiling shelves
that held their DVDs. “Unless you have a better idea.” “I might,” Zechs murmured as he continued
teasing his boyfriend’s neck while running his hands over the
firm torso. “It involves a bottle of wine, you, me, and our ridiculously
large bed.” Heero moaned softly. “Yeah, that’s very much
better.” He turned, draped his arms over his lover’s shoulders,
and kissed him to the best of his ability. He released a soft gasp
when he was quickly lifted into strong arms and carried to their bedroom.
Zechs laid him on the bed as if he was made of fine porcelain. Gentle
hands removed his clothes and hot fingers and lips explored his skin
as it was exposed. “Please what?” “Take me.” Zechs’ eyes widened. In all their years together,
he’d always been bottom. It was the first time that Heero had
given any indication that he wanted to be dominated. “Are you
sure?” “Yes.” “Why now? You’ve never wanted it before.” Sapphire eyes gazed up into pale blue. “No one’s
ever taken me. I,” he wet his lips, “it’s probably
wrong of me, but I only wanted to bottom for the person that I wanted
to spend forever with.” Zechs couldn’t form words for a moment so he did
the next best thing and kissed Heero senseless. When he pulled away,
he gazed down into his lover’s eyes. “Well then, how about
we postpone it for a little bit?” Heero frowned. “Why?” He took a breath. “Marry me and I’ll take
you for the first time on our wedding night.” Blue eyes widened. “You want…” His lips
spread in a slow smile. “Yeah.” TBC… A/N So, I’d planned to give Heero and Zechs some
nookie time since everyone else has had it, but apparently they want
to keep their private lives private. *pout* Also, I’m extremely
sorry for the delay in updates. I personally blame ShenLong and SkyLark…
If they didn’t write such beautiful, epically long stories that
such a reader in this might have gotten up sooner. LOL 1- I know nothing about boxing; I went here to find
a list of the best. ~ * ~ tbc... |
