Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Belong to Me ❯ Chapter 3

Warnings: In the first part. Look or you might get a surprise.
Disclaimers: I don’t own them…duh.


The two hour drive was made in near silence, the only conversation being about the man they were going to be spying on and the murderer they were going to be looking for. Using a penlight, Duo looked over a satellite photo of the neighborhood. “Our best bet for setting up the equipment is one of the second floor windows. There are three bedrooms, so we’ll use the extra one to store all the crap in and set up the cameras. Thankfully, we have a digital video camera we can leave running at all times.”

“We’ll have to leave the lights off in that room while we’re conducting surveillance.”

Nodding, Duo snorted, “It would be hard to explain why we stayed in one room with the lights on all night. That would probably attract all kinds of attention.” When Trowa turned the car into a driveway, he glanced up at the house they would be living in. “This is it? It’s pretty damn nice. I kind of expected a run-down house with shingles falling off the roof. You can’t tell a damn thing from the photo.”

“Not in this neighborhood,” Trowa shook his head as he scanned the area. He quickly got out of the car and moved to the back. Taking two suitcases from the trunk as he gestured with his head at the house next door, “It seems we aren’t the only ones checking in late.”

Duo glanced over at the two men taking their bags inside the other house, smiling at each other, his heart clenching painfully as he realized they were a couple, a real couple and not a pretend one. After taking his bags inside he returned to the car for the last bag, full of camera equipment, jumping when he heard a voice only a few feet behind him. “It appears we’re going to be neighbors for a few days.”

Closing the trunk, he turned and set the bag at his feet to take the hand held out to him. “Seems that way; you on vacation?” he asked, then rolled his eyes. “That was a dumb question, wasn’t it?”

“It’s all right. I was getting ready to ask you the same,” the man laughed, watching Duo with brown eyes. “I’m Bradley.”

Realizing his hand was still being held in a firm grip, Duo lifted an eyebrow, “Nice to meet you. I’m Duo. Yeah, we’re on vacation,” he added, wondering when the brunette planned to let go of his hand.

“Us, too. I don’t know if you saw him, but my partner is inside; his name is Dalton. You’re very attractive, Duo.”

Stunned at the sudden comment from a stranger, Duo felt his face heat. “Thank you.”

“You shouldn’t be surprised to hear it. Doesn’t your lover tell you how amazing you look?”

The bluntness of the man still holding his hand had Duo searching for something to say, eventually using the truth, “He’s only told me something like that once. It’s no big deal.”

“I’ve made you uncomfortable; it wasn’t my intention. Dalton and I saw you alone out here and decided to offer you an invitation.”

Curiosity had the long-haired man lifting an eyebrow, “I’m on vacation with my partner, Trowa.”

Bradley’s face showed his disapproval at the mention of Duo’s partner. “Yes, we saw him as well. He doesn’t seem like the type to show his appreciation of someone as beautiful as you are. We wanted you to know our door will be open to you at any time, whether it’s for conversation or…something else. Your partner is welcome as well, but you can come alone.”

“Thanks for the offer, but it’s not a good idea. Trowa and I have been having some problems,” Duo added the detail to their cover story in an attempt to dissuade the man. “It’s the main reason we’re on vacation.”

“That’s too bad, but if you change your mind, I promise we could make you feel very good, Duo.” Using the hand he still held, Bradley pulled Duo closer, looking down at him. The braided man jumped when a hand ran down his free arm, freezing when warm breath washed over his lips. “We could make you feel very, very good.”

“That sounds like an interesting offer, but I’m taken,” Duo managed after swallowing hard.

“That’s right,” Trowa’s voice came from the front of the car, eyes narrowed at Bradley. “He’s mine and I have no intention of sharing.”

Smiling, Bradley stepped back, finally releasing Duo’s hand, “Perhaps you should take better care of him. We’ve stayed here before and I guarantee there will be plenty of men that would be willing to properly treat him as he should be treated.” Letting his eyes move back to the smaller man, Bradley winked, “You’re always welcome, Duo. Remember that in case you want some…variety. Have a good night.”

Picking up the bag Duo had set down, Trowa took Duo’s hand and pulled him toward the house, growling when the braided man returned Bradley’s wave over his shoulder. “I think a demonstration is in order.”

“Huh?” Duo’s brain was having a hard time processing what had just happened. He had never had anyone proposition him like that.

“Clearly, he doesn’t realize you’re mine.”

Keeping his voice low as he was pulled up the steps, Duo reminded the other man, “I’m not yours, Trowa. Quatre is yours. I’m…no one’s.”

“Like hell.” Before Duo could question the other man’s meaning he found himself pressed against the railing of the porch, his mouth invaded by a questing tongue. His response was instantaneous, moaning as strong hands buried under his shirt, gripping his skin. Trowa broke the kiss, holding Duo still as he hissed, “You’re mine, Duo.”

Glancing at the adjacent yard, Duo found them alone. In a defensive move, he shook his head and moved away from the possessive hands, picking up the bag Trowa had dropped with a wince, hoping the camera equipment hadn’t been broken. “I’m not yours, Trowa. Remember that for the next two weeks,” he said quietly before stepping around the tall man and going inside the house.

He could feel Trowa’s presence behind him as he went upstairs into the third bedroom he had deemed perfect for the camera, flipping on the light and sitting in the floor to check the equipment, setting the camera in front of the curtained window once he ensured nothing was broken or cracked.

“You’re wrong.”

Making some adjustments, Duo frowned, “Turn the lights off so I can get this started. Wrong about what?” When the lights went off, Duo guessed why the other man remained silent. “It’s video only. No audio can be recorded unless it’s hooked up to a microphone. There shouldn’t be a need for audio since we’re watching for someone that might not even show up.”

“I said you’re wrong. You are mine.”

Wishing this had come up later or not at all, Duo shook his head slowly. He knew he wouldn’t forget the night they had shared, but also knew he was far too close to falling in love with his partner to take chances. “I was yours for one night, Trowa. One night was more than there should have been. You belong to Quatre, not me.”

“You don’t want me again?”

His heart in his throat, Duo admitted a painful truth, “I want you every time I look at you, but I have for years. Trowa, that night was amazing and more than I ever thought I’d get, but that has to be it.”

“You’re forgetting one very important thing, Duo.”

Wary, Duo looked up as the other man moved farther into the darkness, crouching down so close Duo could feel body heat wash over him. Unable to see Trowa’s expression with the hallway light at his back, he swallowed hard, “What would that be?”

“For the next two weeks, you are mine.”

“Not really. We just have to pretend.”

“We need to be very convincing, Duo. From what I read, Dr. Merick is a very observant, intelligent man. He’ll notice something if we don’t do a good acting job. That means we’re going to be touching each other a lot, playing on the beach, shopping and going to dinner, all the things we would do as a couple. For the next two weeks, we are a couple.”

Duo had thought about it constantly since learning what their cover story was. “It’s an act.”

He wasn’t prepared to be jerked against the other man, gasping as strong muscles pressed against him. Discovering he was on the floor with Trowa on top of him should have had him panicking, yet he automatically strained against the hard body in an attempt to feel more. “You’re wrong, Duo. For two weeks, you belong to me. I’m the only man you’ll think of other than the one we have to capture. You won’t think of the jerk next door, or Zechs, or anyone other than me.” The smaller man moaned as a hand teased the muscles on his stomach, “Is this an act? Are you pretending to enjoy the way it feels when I touch you?”

“I like it when you touch me,” Duo gasped, yet found the strength to push Trowa away, his body trembling. Standing quickly, he shook his head as he backed out of the room with his hands up, prepared to bolt if Trowa moved. “I like you touching me too damn much. I’ll do what I’m supposed to do outside the house where we can be seen, but please don’t do this when we’re alone. I can’t take it, Trowa.”

When the tall man stood, Duo fled the room, going back to the first floor and into the kitchen to make a list of groceries they needed. He almost had time to calm down when a hand touched his shoulder. Instead of jerking away he froze, waiting to see what the other man would do and guiltily enjoying the touch.

“That night…I hurt you, didn’t I?”

Surprised by the sadness he could hear in Trowa’s voice, the smaller man shook his head, “You didn’t hurt me. I enjoyed it, a lot more than I should have.”

“I didn’t mean physically. You hurt because of what we did. You’re hurting now because of what you want to do, aren’t you?”

Unable to deny the truth of Trowa’s words, Duo nodded slowly, “It’s wrong. The thought of hurting Quatre…” he shrugged, not bothering to finish the thought. “You don’t belong to me. I don’t belong to you. It’s that simple.”

“Nothing is simple about this; would it make a difference to know that part of me does belong to you?”

Closer to crying than he had been in a long time, Duo sighed, “That’s not enough.”

“I’ll accept that, for now. There will come a time when you can’t deny what’s between us, Duo. When that time comes, I’ll take whatever part you’re willing to give me.”