Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Emancipation ❯ Unease ( Chapter 11 )

Emancipation

Thanatos-Aire

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(Chapters Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, and Fourteen follow a mini curtain-story thing that revolves around chiropractics. Please understand that only licensed DCs should perform adjustments and that Ro's presented experience is not typical.)

XI. Unease.

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I grunt. Trowa apologizes softly but doesn't lessen the pressure.

Duo just rolls his eyes and smirks. “Y'know,” he says, “for someone who gets mad when I complain about my back being abused, you sure can't take it yourself.”

“C'mere and I'll show you abuse.” I snap back, reaching out for him. He leans away with a chuckle, splashing some water out of the giant tub of the master bathroom, and I go to grab him again when Trowa's thumb gets right inside the juncture between my shoulder and upraised arm, and pushes the muscle.

Duo laughs at my gasp.

Trowa sighs, “Duo, I'm trying to work the knots out of his back--”

“That you put there, no doubt,” I cut in, addressing our braided lover,

“--and I can't if he keeps moving around, so would you please stop instigating?” he finishes smoothly. He doesn't sound irritated and there's a faint hint of amusement in his voice.

He just shrugs and nods like it's no big deal. “Want some help? I know a real good way to loosen him up…” Duo replies in a creamy voice. If the smirk on his face is any indication, he's either planning on getting drunk, having more sex, or both. Knowing him, it's probably both at the same time, despite the fact that it's two in the morning.

Apparently Tro understands it the same way I do: “Wrestling with you in bed is the reason his back is so messed up and I'd rather not bail you two out of jail for streaking smashed again.”

“Oi! I've never--”

“Yes you have, Heero,” they interrupt calmly in one voice. I go to glare at them but Trowa's palm-heels dig into the sensitive flesh around the lumbar vertebrae and I yelp, splashing water about; my lower back always bothered me the most.

Trowa sighs again. “You're crooked again.”

“Fuck.”

Duo chuckles. “Does this mean I'm gonna havta hold ya down, darlin'?”

This time, he does get the glare. And Trowa as well when he says yes and pushes my shoulders forward. “But, we're in the bath.” I try to argue lamely, hands out to push against the side of the tub rim, “It's nice and if we get out now then… well… later?” I understand that I probably sound childish, but, I hate having my back adjusted.

They look at each other knowingly, aware of my apprehension, and after a moment, they both nod and shrug. “Fine but we're holding you to it: later.” Duo says pointedly with a raised brow. I lean back against Trowa again and he wraps his arms around my waist as he leans back too so we end up submerged in the bathwater to our shoulders.

I nod and sigh in reply to Duo's asking brow, knowing I'm not getting out of it.

But it doesn't stop me from wondering how long it'll take them to find me if I hide under the bed once we get out of the bath.

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to be continued