Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Emancipation ❯ Together ( Chapter 6 )

Emancipation

Thanatos-Aire

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VI. Together.

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I pause in my typing, listening to the sounds filtering through the wall behind me. Duo is humming as he washes the dishes from lunch, occasionally making a comment to Trowa, who was sitting at the island with his novel the last time I peeked in.

They seem cheerful, and I am glad. I was worried last night that my braided lover would become sullen and snappy for the week like he usually does after one of our nights out. Trowa too becomes depressively silent, as if he shares our lover's pain. But last night was Duo's last -- he has reason to be happy, and from what I've gleaned about Trowa's own haunting childhood, the pain they share runs deep and he is glad for him.

I would like nothing more than to let Trowa have his own day with Duo sharing in. But I can find little to nothing of use. Pushing my laptop away, frustrated with the lack of leads on Trowa's old mercenary groups, I all but stomp into the kitchen. I get matching glances, both concerned at my behaviour, as I throw open the fridge and rummage around for some of the iced coffee Duo sometimes brings home.

Hilde buys it for him, since Trowa and I refuse to, but lately he's been good about his sugar and caffeine intake so I know there has to be one in the fridge somewhere--

“You okay there, darlin'?” I don't pull the glare back in time before Duo notices. “Shit, sorry I asked. Wake up in someone else's side of the bed this morning?”

I grumble something about the comment not being funny and finally find a bottle. Iced coffee, mocha flavoured. Good, it's the only flavour that doesn't make me gag. The fridge door slams rather loudly even though I barely touched it, and Trowa jumps, his book hitting the counter with a resounding smack.

Great. Now I feel even worse.

The anger and frustration melt away as I turn to look at him to make sure he's okay. He's turned too, away from us so we can't see him school his features back from the startled, short-lived burst of fear expression I know crossed his face. Damn, I scared him.

Home is suppose to be safe; such an intrusion on the quiet moment is worse when you're in sanctuary.

“Sorry,” I mutter, and throw one arm around each neck to pull my comrades into a hug. Feeling a bit of a bastard for scaring them for no reason, I kiss both on the cheek before attempting to leave. I intend to return to the smaller bedroom with my laptop and coffee and work on this case some more, but two hands clasp each elbow and I am unable to get away.

Trowa's got his blank face on again, still feeling a bit unsettled with the loud sudden noise earlier no doubt. Duo too has a solemn expression, but they both lean in to kiss me as if I hadn't just acted like an asshole. These three-way kisses are interesting, especially nose placement, but it doesn't last long as they both abandon my lips. Trowa takes an earlobe and Duo nibbles on my throat, both pushing and pulling at me and each other.

After I begin to return the actions, leaning heavily against the table with my French lover sitting on one side and my American lover standing on the other, they become more insistent. As one, we shift, and start for the stairs, still wrapped up in one another's clothes, hair, lips.

Trowa's novel lays forgotten on the island. Duo's dishes are on hiatus in the sink. And my laptop remains useless for the information that's made it's way to the back of my mind at the moment.

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to be continued