Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Androgyny ❯ epilogue ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimers: GW is not mine. I can write and I can dream, but neither will get me ownership.

Warnings: yaoi, a single curse word, AU, supernatural/mythical

Beta: Raven Layne

A/N: All questions will be answered in this bit. Please read and if you enjoy, please let me know.

Androgyny
by Solanum Dulcamara

Epilogue:

The scent of freshly brewed espresso wafted throughout the apartment, accompanied by the hiss of milk being steamed. The two partnered to rouse Trowa from the best sleep of his life. He stretched away the last dredges of grogginess as he mentally replayed the previous night's events. He levered himself off the bed with a smile. Apparently, Quatre had found his espresso machine... he liked a lover with initiative. Intrigued, he grabbed a pair of loose linen pants, quickly pulled them on, and tied the drawstring as he made his way toward the kitchen.

Indigo eyes shifted from the camera he currently held to his blissfully sleeping bed mate. With a smile and a sigh, Duo put the photography instrument back on the bedside table and turned his full attention to his lover. Carefully, he bent to place a light kiss on Heero's slightly parted lips. He sat up to simply look at the man next to him. It was a sight he could definitely get used to waking up next to. He ran his fingers through the soft chocolate brown hair and enjoyed the way the morning light warmed the bronzed skin. His thoughts wandered to run the gambit of possibilities for the future. By the time they returned, Duo became aware of blue eyes gazing up at him.

The tall writer found Quatre bustling about his small kitchen, wearing one of his oversized button downs. The blond turned to greet him with a smile and a latte mug. Green eyes took in the mug and its creamy contents with a perfect dollop of foam on top, before looking up the the beverage's bearer.

"Sweetened with one and one half of a teaspoon of sugar," Quatre answered his look.

With a reciprocal smile, Trowa first took a good morning kiss, then the mug. He seated himself on a stool, to watch his lover work. Quatre had already turned his attention back to the stove. After a few minutes of silence, broken by the occasional sizzle, he turned to supply two plates, each holding half an omelet and an english muffin.

"Is that what I think it is," Trowa asked, accepting the breakfast dish.

"An Italian omelet with sweet onion, Roma tomato, pancetta, basil, oregano, fennel, and a bit of parmesan."

"You are too good to be true."

"No. I'm just as good as I'm supposed to be."

Heero reached up to pull Duo down for a long and languid kiss, enjoying the soft, warm lips. One kiss gave way to a second and then a third. Lips met unhurriedly, tongues gliding in playful banter. The longhaired man curled himself against Heero's chest. The kisses gradually subsided and Duo nuzzled his lover's neck, reveling in the soothing, lethargic affection. They had all morning... they had all day... and he hoped they had much longer than that. The Japanese man trailed his hands along the soft bare skin of Duo's back. He couldn't remember ever feeling so perfectly at peace.

Reflecting on the stiff yet sticky sensation lingering on his skin, Heero looked down at Duo with inspiration, "How does a bath sound?"

"You read my mind."

Needing no further encouragement, Heero quickly stood, lifting Duo, and carried him into his large bathroom. He sat his longhaired lover on the toilet as he bent to fill the tub. Duo admired the muscles of Heero's back as he fussed with the faucet. Last night... this morning... nothing had ever been this wonderful for him. He was almost afraid, that he would mess up. He didn't have long to dwell in thoughts. He quickly found himself back in Heero's strong arms, as the Japanese man lowered both of them into the hot water. They quickly settled into a comfortable position; Heero propped against the side of the tub and Duo nestled between his legs, leaning against his chest.

Lids closed over indigo eyes, as Duo let the heat seep in and chase away any tension, while he collected his thoughts. "Heero..." he began, hesitantly.

"Hmm?"

"Our meeting... it wasn't exactly a coincidence."

Heero tensed. Not a coincidence? What did that mean? He should have known better than to trust some kind of wonderful luck. "Did Trowa put you up to this?"

"No! What do you take me for? Trowa had no idea. I'm sure he's with Quatre as we speak."

"Quatre? The blond?"

"Yeah. Now, as I was saying, I was at the club last night to meet you."

"How? Who sent you?"

"The powers that be..." Duo sat up so he could turn to look at the man behind him. "They told me about you. I was intrigued. I saw your needs, and well, I came to fill them."

"Powers that be? Is this a joke? A reality show? Don't tell me there are cameras hidden in my bathroom."

Loud laughter tumbled from Duo's lips. "No," he answered between subsiding chuckles, "The actual powers that be... They are just as all powerful as people imagine, and they sent me with a definite purpose. I'm your muse."

Across town, Quatre repeated calmly, "Your muse."

Trowa put down his fork and turned to fully face his companion. He stared at Quatre long and hard before venturing, "Let me get this straight. I was a miserable, lonely, uninspired writer. Your God saw my plight and sent you to fill in all the gaps of my life."

The blond tilted his head slightly to the left. "More or less. Although, I wouldn't say 'God,' exactly. A more appropriate phrasing would be the celestial board of directors, perhaps."

"You'll have to pardon my cynicism."

"Oh, I understand perfectly," Quatre replied, nonchalantly sipping his latte. "So, how's the novel coming?"

Talk of his work, always distracted Trowa. "Well, I was really stuck for the past two weeks. Hated everything I wrote and threw it all away. But this morning, I woke up with a thousand brilliant ideas."

Quatre simply sipped his coffee while the full implications of Trowa's words sunk in. And sink in they did. As a gradually more pensive expression stole over Trowa's face, the blond got up to clear the dishes.

"Computer programers do not need muses," Heero frowned. This was unreal... surreal.

"But photographers do," Duo could not be fazed.

"I'm not a photographer."

"Funny, I thought I saw a camera on your night stand."

"I... haven't taken any pictures since college. I couldn't help it, though. You were so beautiful laying there. I was..."

"Inspired?"

"Yes, dammit. Inspired."

"Just doing my job."

Heero closed his mouth, both flustered and speechless.

Trowa watched as Quatre moved with grace around his kitchen, cleaning up after their breakfast. He was shocked by how natural the sight felt... almost as shocked as he'd been about Quatre's revelation. He tended to be territorial about his home and distant with his lovers, but with Quatre he knew such pretenses were unnecessary. The general "rightness" of the situation wasn't lost on the observant author.

As Quatre turned back around, drying his hands on a dish towel, Trowa informed him, "This just isn't going to work." The blond's face fell. He continued, "If you cook, I should clean, and vice versa. It's only fair."

The blond's eyes widened, and he looked hard at Trowa, trying to ask a million question with that one look.

The writer chuckled and stood, "Like I said last night, and you reminded me this morning, I've found my long-lost inspiration. and I must inform you that it's never been better." He crossed the kitchen and pulled a surprised blond into his arms. "I couldn't possibly think," he murmured against Quatre's smiling lips, "of letting it walk out my front door."

After a brief period of thoughtful silence, Heero asked, "So, what exactly are you suggesting?"

Emotions, thoughts, and wishes roiled in Duo's mind, as he tried to put them into coherent sentences. "You should quit your job." To Heero's surprised expression, he replied, "You and I both know you've got plenty of savings." He paused again, "I think you should travel. Take pictures of what you like. Experience the world. I don't just want you to make great art... I want you to live an inspired life." His words hung in the humid air between them. He could see Heero thinking, processing, and calculating, and knew silence was his best persuasive method at the moment.

Finally, Heero spoke, "So, how long do I get to keep you?"

The question took Duo by surprise and he could only stare, wide-eyed, at his companion.

"Well," Heero clarified, "We've already established that you inspire me... and I'll need your help with that inspired life."

There was a moments pause, when Duo registered that he was awake and sane, not dreaming or suffering delusions, before he was overwhelmed with joy. "You can have me for as long as you want me," he cried, throwing himself into Heero's arms.

They laughed, they kissed, they embraced, and they paid no mind to the water splashing onto the floor.



End... or so it seems.


A/N: The original inspiration for this fic was a smutty one-shot. Instead, I was *inspired* to write a story arc. This will be the first fic in the arc, but I think it can stand alone. ^_^