Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Advanced Reservations ❯ Chapter 8

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue. Won't get much if you do.

 

Warnings: Lime/ lemon ahead!! If you don't like it, or don't know what it means, you probably shouldn't read it. Please don't get mad at me if you ignore my warnings.

 

Authors Note: I wanted to say a special thanks to Kurai Maxwell for being so nice with all of your comments. It means a lot to know you enjoy the fic! Major huggles to ya!! This part, and all the others, are for you!!

 

On to the next part!!

 

Several hours later, Trowa was reclining on the couch, watching Duo chat with the man that had delivered their dinner. They had spent the day talking about anything that came to mind, Trowa sharing several experiences of things that had occurred during some of his bodyguard duties, reveling in Duo's laughter.

 

Duo had explained the responsibilities of his new job, waving off the fact that he wouldn't be able to start until his last job was over. Trowa had found himself having to bury his head in a pillow to muffle his laughter when Duo had called Marcus to tell him he had been replaced, keeping the speaker phone on so he could hear the ranting from the egotistical man.

 

All in all, Trowa hadn't had so much fun in his life, not even as a child getting to play with guns and explosives. His stomach was aching from the laughter he had shared with Duo, his face muscles stiff from the constant smiling. They had been discussing the possibilities of Car dating Alexi when the food had arrived.

 

When Duo had answered the door in nothing but a short robe, one side falling off his shoulder, Trowa had been concerned that the young man in the hallway was going to swallow his tongue. He couldn't help but be amused by the man's blatant come-ons and overt flirting with his lover. He couldn't blame the man for being attracted to Duo, but he had been standing in the door for almost ten minutes, not letting Duo shut the door. It was time to let the man know that Duo already belonged to someone.

 

He rose slowly, wearing nothing but a pair of Duo's loose shorts. Making sure his body was hidden by Duo's, he reached forward and wrapped an arm loosely over the American's shoulder, pushing his hand down the front of the robe, parting it just a bit more. The delivery man's voice trailed off when Trowa moved forward, placing his mouth at Duo's ear. He could see the man watching him as he trailed his tongue around the rim, could hear the man's quick gasp when he pushed his hand even further down the front of the robe, stroking Duo's rapidly growing erection.

 

Duo moaned, letting his head roll to the side, exposing his neck. Trowa targeted the hickey he had placed there before with his tongue, laving it lovingly. When they both heard a whimper and a thump, the both looked up to see the glassy eyes of the delivery man fixed on them. When he realized he was being watched, the man jumped and backed away from the door, mumbling `Have a good night,' before fleeing to the elevator, his hand shoved deep in his pants pocket.

 

Laughing, Duo picked up the bags the man had dropped, his eyes twinkling in amusement. “He didn't even wait for his tip,” he snickered as he took the food to the small table in front of the couch.

 

Trowa was also laughing as he retrieved plates and forks, along with the bottle of wine they hadn't finished. “He's probably involved with getting his tip on the way down in the elevator,” he said, thinking about the flushed face and hand in the pocket.

 

“I never would have figured you would be an exhibitionist, Trowa,” Duo smiled, tucking his legs under him and taking the plate offered to him, already laden with spicy Thai food.

 

“If I could take you in the middle of your restaurant during rush hour, I would,” the green eyes were glowing with the exciting thought. “You wouldn't enjoy it?”

 

Duo blushed while smiling, “I'm sure I would, right before I got arrested and my business closed down. Until then, I'd enjoy the hell out of myself.”

 

He was watching Duo out the corner of his eye while he took a few bites of the spicy food, “If it let everyone know that you were mine, it might be worth it,” he was only partly joking, but sobered when he saw the other man's hand falter and a flash of pain cross the expressive features. “What's wrong?”

 

“Nothing,” Duo's tone told a different story.

 

“I thought you didn't lie,” Trowa commented, not surprised to see the other man wince. He turned his body on the couch so he was able to face his lover better. “What is it? Please don't lie to me.”

 

The American set his plate on the low table, picking up his wine glass and fumbling with the stem, “It's not a lie,” he defended with his head down. “There is nothing wrong, not really. I just wanted to know…how long?”

 

“How long?”

 

Duo was turned away, but Trowa could still see the red staining his face. The braided man shrugged, the movement jerky with nerves. “How long are you willing to claim me? How long will it be before you get tired of me and move on?” The words were said softly, trembling at the end.

 

“Oh, hell,” he quickly placed his plate beside Duo's and pulled the smaller man into his lap. Firmly cupping the chin, he made sure that Duo was looking at him. “I should have explained better,” he apologized, “I'm still not very good with words.” Taking a moment to sort his thoughts, he absent-mindedly brushed a kiss across the lips so close to his own while rubbing Duo's back and arms. “I have never been one to talk a lot, you know that. When I'm trying to explain how I feel, sometimes I leave a lot out without meaning to. Please bear with me, okay?”

 

Duo nodded, tucking his head under Trowa's chin, his fingers trailing over the firm chest while waiting. “I understand that's it's hard to say what you actually think sometimes. I'm good at saying everything except what I feel. I've made it a life-long habit.”

 

Trowa snickered at the accurate description of Duo's ability to speak for hours without ever revealing anything personal. “It took me three weeks to explain to Quatre that I didn't love him,” he said suddenly, surprising himself with the non sequitur. The other man appeared to be as startled by the confession, leaning back to look at Trowa with a frown. “It was hard to let him know how I felt. I didn't really understand how to explain the difference between him and the other person I had feelings for. It got so bad at one point, he made me sit and list the things I felt about each person. Once he was finished listening, he told me that I felt love, even though I couldn't understand it at the time.”

 

Duo nodded, hiding his face in Trowa's chest again, his fingers wrapping around his arms. Trowa smiled, realizing that the braided man was hiding from the issue again. It was time for him to tell Duo everything, all the things he had been keeping secret without meaning to. He placed a kiss on the chestnut hair, smiling, “It took a while for him to convince me to tell the other person how I felt, helped me work out what I would say. I had it all planned out, had practiced with Quatre's help and everything.”

 

“What happened?” Duo's natural curiosity overcame the pain Trowa could hear in his voice.

 

“I was never able to tell him how I felt. After that, Quatre asked me to stay with, and I agreed, even if I could never feel the same way about him.”

 

“What happened? Why didn't you tell the other person how you felt?”

 

Trowa waited a moment, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. He exhaled slowly, pulling Duo back so he could look into the beautiful violet eyes that could take his breath away with a glance. “Because you never came to Relena's. You disappeared, Duo, and no one knew how to find you.”

 

The American froze, his eyes growing wide, his mouth forming an `o' of surprise. Duo stared at him for a long time before taking in a deep breath and wrapping his arms around Trowa with surprising strength. Trowa returned the embrace, holding the slender body to him as tight as he could without causing harm. “It was always you, Duo. I didn't know what to do when you disappeared. Quatre helped me look for you for a few months, but it was hurting him, so I gave up, not knowing what else to do.”

 

“I'm sorry, Trowa. I didn't know.” Duo leaned back, tracing the contours of Trowa's face with first his fingers, then his lips. Trowa closed his eyes, enjoying the feather-light touches. He shivered when Duo's breath ghosted across the shell of his ear, tilting his head to allow access. Warm air moved to his neck, Duo speaking against his skin, “I left because I couldn't bear to see you with Quatre anymore. It was too painful.”

 

With a soft noise, Trowa pushed Duo back to lie on the couch, covering the lithe body with his own. Dinner was forgotten for the second night in a row.

 

 

 

The phone ringing in his ear brought Trowa out of his dream. He was barely awake when he heard Duo grunt into the phone, “This better be good.”

 

The American fell silent momentarily, then abruptly jumped off the couch and began to pace in front of the large window. Trowa pushed himself to his elbows, watching Duo closely, noting the stress that had appeared there, even as he appreciated the view of his lover pacing naked.

 

It was several minutes before Duo stopped moving, his shoulders slumping as he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Have the car pick me up in an hour, and then get the jet ready to go. I plan to be in Miami before morning rush hour.” He disconnected the call and stood still, his head still hanging down.

 

Trowa could almost see the stress and tension emitting from his love. Rising from the couch, he moved across the room, taking the nude form in his arms. Duo put his arms around the taller man's waist, holding on tightly for a few seconds before heaving another sigh. “I have to go, Trowa.”

 

“I know, Duo. It's okay. I can use the rest of the day to prepare for my assignment and sending my resignation to Une. It'll take me a while to figure out what to say.” He touched the top of Duo's head with his lips, breathing in the scent of the other man. “Can you tell me what happened?”

 

“A fire at one of my restaurants,” Duo pulled away, heading for the bedroom. His voice was weary. “It's the fifth fire to be set in one of my businesses in the last two months. We were hoping that it was just a coincidence, but it doesn't look that way.”

 

“Do the police have any leads?” The investigator in Trowa came awake, his eyes narrowing.

 

“None. I have a private investigator that has been looking into it, but she hasn't found anything either. It appears that the fires are being set by an imaginary person. No evidence at all, not even signs of an accelerant that can be found.”

 

Alarms were going off in Trowa's mind. He could be overreacting, but he believed that his lover was in danger, and said so. “It sounds like you are being targeted, Duo. I don't like it.”

 

“I don't like it either,” the braided man snorted, pulling clothes out of his closet. “I agree with you, by the way. I don't think someone is after me, but they do seem to have something against the Maxwell Foundation.”

 

“You are the Maxwell Foundation.”

 

“I know that, you know that, and a few select people know that, but it's not something that the general population is aware of. To them, the foundation is just a company formed by a group of people.” Trowa quickly recalled how easily he found the link between the foundation and the man through a simple computer search.

 

Frowning at the reasonable tone, he watched as Duo set his clothes on the bed, then turned to him with a smile. A hand was stretched in his direction, along with a wicked grin. “Take a shower with me before I have to go?” With a shake of his head, Trowa let himself be pulled into the bathroom.

 

 

Much too soon, Duo was dressed and answering his phone, acknowledging the call from the lobby letting him know that his car had arrived. He grabbed his briefcase, then dropped it back to the floor, moving into Trowa's open arms. Trowa held the other man close, “Please wait until I can go with you,” he murmured into the thick hair, still partially wet. He hated to bring up the topic again, but felt he had to.

 

“Are you always gonna be this protective?” Duo asked him with a smile he could hear, but not see. “We already talked about this, Tro. I have to go now. This won't wait.”

 

Closing his eyes, Trowa took in a deep breath. He had already broached the subject of Duo waiting until his assignment was over so he could accompany his lover, but Duo felt it was important to go on the trip now, to show the arsonist that he wasn't afraid. He forced a smile and tilted his head down to meet his lover's eyes, “We just found each other again. I don't want anything to happen to you. I don't want to live without you, Duo.” He didn't let Duo saw anything else, claiming the lips that were parted slightly in a passionate kiss, trying to memorize the taste of the other man.

 

Duo smiled sadly when they parted, retrieving his briefcase. “You'll stay here until you have to go to work?” Trowa nodded, willing to remain in the apartment after Duo had left, immersing himself with the American's presence even if the man was going to be gone. “Will you call me when your assignment is over?” the braided man was looking at his feet, his tone shy.

 

Trowa snorted, rolling his eyes when Duo looked up. “I'll call every chance I get, and I'll be back here when I'm done. I promise,” he added, seeing hope shine in Duo's eyes, “As long as you promise to call me when you get to Miami, and keep me updated.”

 

With one more long kiss, he released Duo, watching as the other man walked down the hall and entered the elevator with a small wave. He wanted to run and stop his lover, but couldn't think of a reasonable argument. How could he explain that he had a really, really bad feeling about this?