Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angels and Demons ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

 

Here's the next chapter! =) Hope it suits your interests. Surprising events will happen in this chapter. I hope you won't be mad at me but it is necessary for the development of the fic.

 

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Sally discreetly left her charge and his lover after following them home. Honestly, she couldn't be happier for her employer and friend. From what she heard, Trowa was a really sincere guy, and serious about his relationships; not like that baka Duo.

 

Trowa smiled warmly at his new boyfriend, as he dropped him off at the doorstep of his house. His rare smile was greatly rewarded with an even larger one and an offer to come in and have a cup of coffee. Nothing could've made him happier.

 

Quatre led him into the kitchens before he reluctantly dropped the warm hand he was holding in an effort to reach for two mugs. Trowa seated himself on a kitchen stool while watching Quatre mess around the kitchen for this and that. While the water was boiling, Quatre settled himself onto a kitchen stool opposite Trowa's and opened his mouth to speak.

 

In a flash, Trowa was beside him, lips covering lips, devouring the delicious cavern. Quatre's palm found its way to his chest, tracing the muscles he found while moaning as Trowa's very talented tongue caressed the insides of his mouth. As the need for air became apparent, they hesitantly drew millimeters apart, exhaled, inhaled and pressed their lips back together. Conveniently, the electronic kettle dinged. Quatre groaned as he started his journey to the kitchen counter.

 

“Suger? Milk?” he asked.

 

“Whatever you're having” Trowa shrugged. The blonde smiled and brought their coffee over to the kitchen island. A series of small talk began; about Quatre's life, family, love life and about Trowa's life, family and love life.

 

Catherine was the name of Trowa's sister. She and Noin have been dating for the past two years. On the other hand, Trowa had a couple of short term, but quite serious, relationships; the most recent of which was with Catherine's best friend Hilde, but it didn't work out. In fact, his friendship with Heero even started out as one; they were roommates back in college then. Now, however, they were nothing more than best friends and housemates.

 

Trowa also mentioned something about working for the Tokyo Zoo; apparently, he had quite the talent for handling the lions and tigers. He even did some shows with them. He invited Quatre to see one of his shows, to which the blonde readily agreed.

 

“You're so lucky” Quatre gushed, his eyes sparkling in delight as he imagined the graceful cats Trowa got to work with, “The only animals I get to work with are the ones in the boardroom, and you know how that is…” he stuck his cute pink tongue out in a pout. Trowa couldn't help but laugh and kiss him.

 

“So… How did you end up as the President of WEI? Aren't you the youngest?” Trowa asked, “Don't you have, like, older brothers?” Quatre sighed.

 

“Unfortunately, no” he replied wryly, “If I did, well, you wouldn't see me as haggard as I am today. WEI is such an enormous company and I really don't want to handle it alone. However, I'm the lucky heir. You'd think being an heir would be fun! But nooo… Why couldn't they have chosen one of my more capable sisters…”

 

“I hear you have twenty-nine of them, is that right?” he asked, “They can't all possibly be from one mother, can they?”

 

“Of course not silly! In my father's culture, it isn't wrong to have many wives; in fact, it's quite the opposite” Quatre replied, “But he only wanted one, my first mother and Ireia's biological mother. She was the love of his life; only problem was, she wasn't able to produce a male offspring. That resulted in the need for another and another and another until he got me.”

 

“Oh…” Trowa looked thoughtful, “I see.” They paused awkwardly for a moment before the taller man glanced into his cup, then hopefully at Quatre, before saying: “Maybe I should start getting back home; it is quite a long way away and all…” He started to stand. Quatre bit his lower lip.

 

“But isn't it dangerous to be walking out at night? I mean, not that I'm saying you're weak or anything like that… but if you got ganged up on and then beaten or something then I'd feel so bad because I didn't even think of your safety by letting you out this late at night… err… morning and I—“ he stopped the barrage of words that came out of his mouth upon realizing that Trowa understood not half of it. He took a deep breath and started again. “What I'm saying is that there are a lot of rooms here, you'd be more that welcome to stay the night. And then, when we get up tomorrow, I could have one of my bodyguards to drive you where you need to go. And I'd really, really like it if you stayed the night. Would you--?” Trowa pressed his lips against Quatre's.

 

“Shut up. You talk too much” he teased, “I'd be more than happy to stay.” Quatre breathed out happily and pressed his head against Trowa's chest. “What say we relocate to your bedroom?”

 

They didn't have sex, if that's what you're wondering. They did sleep together, though.

 

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The very next day, Quatre floated into work on cloud nine. He greeted his employees happily, who happily greeted in return. Everyone could note the glow that radiated off their' employer's face. Sally couldn't help but smile and usher him towards the elevator.

 

“Nice night yesterday?” she asked. Quatre sighed happily and nodded. “Anything you did that I wouldn't do?” she asked again. Quatre snorted.

 

“If Une were Trowa and you were me, everything we did, you wouldn't have done!” he scoffed playfully. Sally feigned hurt, but eventually laughed.

 

“So you mean nothing happened?”

 

“Nope. He just slept over” Quatre's eyes glazed over as his face took on a dreamy expression. Sally merely chuckled and ushered him out of the elevator when it dinged on their floor. Rashid greeted them with a stiff bow. “Ne, Rashid? Are you busy today?” Quatre asked.

 

“No, Master Quatre, why?”

 

“Why don't you take the day off. Go ahead and spend it with your wife; you're always working too much” the blonde grinned. Rashid looked taken aback; then he looked at Sally as the president waltzed through the first set of double doors. Sally mouthed `in love' before following her charge inside. When she entered the secretary's office however, Quatre's stunned figure alerted her; immediately she was at his side with a gun. The secretary looked at them weirdly before getting back to work. Sally then mimicked Quatre's expression and, together, they walked into the room.

 

Every single nook and cranny was filled with vases upon vases of long-stemmed red roses, only a two-person path to the different areas of the room was left vacant. Quatre entered the room hesitantly, his fingers lightly brushing the sea of roses, making his way to his desk, where lay a beautiful bouquet of red roses, baby's breath and some other beautiful white flowers Quatre couldn't recognize. His delicate fingers nuzzled them carefully, afraid to mar their perfection. He sifted around for the customary card and found it lying underneath the bouquet.

 

`To my Quatre' was all it said. Could it be from Trowa? He wondered. But he didn't think Trowa could afford to be as extravagant as this. I mean, not that he didn't love Trowa's line of work, but this must've cost hundreds of dollars. But who else could've done this? Treize? No, Wufei and Zechs would mutilate him. Duo? Not his type.

 

Behind him, he didn't notice Sally discreetly making her way out.

 

“They're from me” a voice behind him declared, a grin audible in his voice. Quatre whirled around to see Trowa nestled on the leather couch… with a purring black panther.

 

“T… Trowa…?” he gaped, taking a step back in surprise and bumping into the desk, “You did all this? But… but…”

 

“You're wondering how I could afford all of this?” Trowa asked. He stood up and walked over to Quatre, smiling softly and looking so incredibly hot. He wore a simple, black, long-sleeved polo, with the first few buttons undone and a gold chain around his neck; below, he wore a pair of khaki dress slacks. “It's my secret” he whispered before planting a kiss on the blonde's lips. Quatre smiled through the kiss and wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck.

 

When they pulled apart, Quatre's gaze turned to the panther lazing on his couch; funny, it kind of reminded him of Duo, actually. He pointed to it, silently asking Trowa about it.

 

“Azhah, my pet” Trowa said, as if it explained everything. Quatre's brow creased in thought. “She's how I managed to befriend the cats in the zoo. She kind of encourages them to listen to me.” He called Azhah to come over. When the cat did so, he kneeled on the floor to stroke her shiny, gorgeous fur. Quatre was in a dilemma; he didn't know whether to follow Trowa's lead or keep his hand intact. Trowa helped him solve it by saying “Stroke her if you like. She's really nice. She also seems to have taken a liking to you.” Azhah nuzzled Quatre's legs, encouraging Quatre to pet her head.

 

“She's beautiful” he breathed, moving his fingers tentatively to stroke her. Then he noticed her collar. It was diamond studded.

 

“A gift” Trowa explained. Could he read minds or something?! “From me to her.” Quatre didn't question how he could've afforded both the collar and the panther; instead:

 

“Aren't you afraid of it getting stolen?” Trowa laughed out loud, startling both Azhah and Quatre. He kissed his blonde again.

 

“You are so adorable, Quatre” he murmured before asking, “Who do you think, in the entire world, would steal something off a panther's neck? Even if she is a tame panther?” The president thought for a second and came up with nothing. Trowa merely kissed him again. “Come with me, Quatre. Take a break today” he whispered sweetly, “I heard, from a reliable source, that you've been working too hard; so I personally checked your schedule and found no important engagements. I asked your secretary to reschedule anything you have for today.” Quatre's mouth hung open.

 

“You did that? B… but what about my meeting with the OIC of communications? It was important! I was going to discuss with him the—“

 

“Shut up, Quatre. It has already been rescheduled. I personally talked to the woman and she gladly gave up the time slot. She said she could handle it on her own, or else she would ask the help from the former President of WEI-International, Ireia” Trowa explained, cutting the current president off. Quatre was dumbstruck, making Trowa chuckle again; he was doing that a lot these past two days. “Come on, Azhah wants to introduce you to her friends.”

 

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“I want you to find out everything you know on Trowa Barton.”

 

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Finally!! Finished! Sorry, this was a bit delayed. I kind of wanted to extricate myself from the computer; my eyes are practically welded to the monitor! Anyway, the panther thing was a bit over but I loved it nevertheless, and it wasn't that far from the truth anyway; Trowa did have a thing for big cats in the circus.

 

Anyway, I hope you liked it! :)