Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Irreplaceable ❯ The Party ( Chapter 3 )

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Irreplaceable - Chapter Three: The Party

By Moonraven

"I'm sorry, sir, but this is a private party," said the tall stony face Habib to a certain uninvited blond hair, blue eye young man.

"Peter Klein. I'm with Trowa Barton. If you don't believe me, call him." Peter looked disdainfully at the servant. "I suggest you hurry. Your master will NOT be happy with you for leaving his guest at the doorstep." He tapped his foot impatiently. Trowa could be doing all kinds of things at the moment…with the other blond hussy!

"Very well, sir. One moment." Peter saw the man pressed a communicator unit in his ear and said something unintelligible. He waited for reply and then said something back. Peter frowned and mumbled something about an inefficiently run household. The manservant glanced his way but made no reply. Hmph!

"Master Trowa can't be found at the moment but you may wait in the Sun room while we check for clearance."

"Check for…listen here you overpaid---"

"What's going on here?"

Habib turned to the new voice and relaxed as he gazed into the incredibly blue eyes of Heero Yuy.

"Master Heero." He breathed a sigh of relieve. "This gentleman said that he's a friend of master Trowa but we could not confirm. He's…reluctant to wait while we check---"

"Heero Yuy? THE Heero Yuy?" Peter pushed forward to stand inches from the perfect soldier, his face lit up at the prospect of meeting the infamous war legend.

Heero blinked dispassionately as he looked at the young man. So this was Trowa's lover.

"I'm Heero Yuy." Heero wasn't sure who `THE Heero Yuy' was supposed to be.

"Oh, wow!" Peter was nearly hopping up and down. "I can't believe it. The man who had nearly single-handedly saved the earth…twice!" He clasped his hands over his heart and gazed into Heero's eyes in awe.

"I…had a lot of help." Even the perfect soldier had a hard time keeping a perfect cool. He looked at Habib and the other man shrugged helplessly. Heero surreptitiously moved back a step; this man was weird. Wasn't he Trowa's lover? "Trowa was a big help." He added, wanting to remind the man of his reason for being here.

At the mentioned of his lover's name, Peter calmed a bit. "Speaking of Trowa…where is he?" His demanding tone resurfaced if just a little.

"We'll find him. Follow Habib to the Sun room and wait there." Heero spun around and walked away without waiting for reply. He needed to find Trowa and fast. The last thing he needed was for Duo or Quatre to find Peter. Heero did not need that kind of a night.

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"Answer already!" Duo banged on Trowa's door impatiently. Quatre added a few thumps of his own while giggling at the closed hardwood panel.

"I don't think he's in, Duo." Quatre commented as his disappointment replaced his giddiness. "Maybe he went back down." Hope lit up in his blue eyes as he tugged on Duo's hand, anxious to find Trowa.

"Okay, okay, Quat. Hold on to your horses, man." Duo laughed at his friend. A little alcohol really did go a long way…er well, maybe a little MORE than he had let on. It didn't seem to hurt his friend any, though.

"Duo! Quatre!" Sally called to them from the staircase. "Have you seen Wufei?" She sauntered up to meet them dressed in red halter-top and black skinned-tight jeans. The red heels she wore, made her long legs look incredible, and Duo thanked whatever deity it was that had Wufei growing so fast he was now taller than her. Another thing to be thankful for was that Quatre had insisted on a casual birthday party. The blond was tired of all the formal functions he had to attend; he didn't want his own party to be stiff and uptight. He just wanted a simple get together that was comfortable between friends. Perfect as far as Duo was concern, he hated formal attire. Unfortunately, Quatre can't turn people down…hence half the people at the party were strangers to the host. The tall woman in front of them, fortunately, was not one of those.

"Hot damn, Major Po!" Duo whistled appreciatively. "I can see why you're looking for Wufei."

Sally blushed as she came to a stop by the two young men. She glanced at Quatre and raised an eyebrow.

"My, Quatre, that's a new look. Nice."

Quatre beamed at her, his face nearly split in two.

"Yo, Sally!" Duo grabbed her gently by the wrist and whirled her around. "Did Wufei see you in this yet?"

"Duo!" Sally laughed. "You're not responsible for my room by any chance, are you?"

Duo blinked innocently at her. "Little ol' me?"

Sally pulled on his braid playfully. "Yes you! I could kiss you!"

"Whoa!" Duo pulled his braid back protectively. "Heero might have something to say about that. And I know Wufei is WAY too handy with that katana of his."

"Thanks anyways." Sally said softly. "Where are you going? I saw Heero downstairs being groped by some guy." She giggled. "I thought for a moment that it was Quatre and did a double take."

Duo froze. "Some guy that looked like Quat?" He turned to his blond friend and found that Quatre was gone. "Shit! Where did he go?"

Sally looked around the hallway and the stairs. "Hmm…he was just here. Why so worry? This IS his house."

"He's drunk!" Duo wailed. "Heero's gonna kill me…right after Trowa skin me." Duo grabbed Sally wrist and pulled. "C'mon! We gotta find him!" They broke into a run…

…and ran right into Wufei who was coming up the stairs.

Sally and the indignant young man went down in a tangle of limbs and curses.

Oops! Duo grimaced then grinned down at them almost wickedly. What better ways to have them fall for each other, ne?

"Sorry, Wu-man! Help her up, will ya? Gotta go!" Duo waved as he ran down the stairs, leaving the two to untangle themselves.

"ONNA!" Wufei yelled as Sally managed to maneuver herself to straddle him. "You are NOT freeing yourself."

"Oh, sorry." Sally wiggled on top of him, trying to get off the stunned man but managed to ground herself harder on him.

Wufei moaned involuntarily as pleasure shoot through his body.

Sally, thinking that he was moaning in pain, paused and looked at him in horror. "I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you? Should I not move?"

"Move! Please!" Wufei gritted his teeth trying his damnest to control his body's reaction to the crazy woman's proximity.

Sally blinked. Did he just…say please? He must be in more pain than he was admitting. She rolled off him slowly, not wanting to hurt him more. The doctor in her took inventory immediately and she ran her hands gently along his neck and shoulders.

Wufei jerked away almost violently. "What the hell are you doing?" He barked hoarsely.

Sally frowned. "I'm checking for damaged, Wufei. Where are you hurt?" Her eyes roamed his perfect body and she nearly drooled. He was wearing a long sleeve black dress shirt and black pants. His long black hair was tied back in his customary ponytail though some of it had pulled free. He looked totally hot and Sally found herself flushed warmly.

"I'm fine!" Wufei nearly growled as he pulled himself into a sitting position, less she could see how her closeness had affected him. He couldn't understand it. They had worked together closely before, had even slept in the same room when they were on missions. His body had never reacted this way before. He glanced at her nervously. She had never looked this way before either nor had she ever sat on him…

"Are you sure? You sounded like you were in a lot of pain." She kneeled next to him and leaned over, putting her hand on his shoulder anxiously.

Wufei brushed her off abruptly causing her to lose her balance and fell right into his lap. Wufei gasped and stared in shock. Her tousled hair fell enticingly around his thighs and the sight of her head nestled between them was enough to increase the painful tightness in his groin.

Sally pushed herself up, blushing furiously. This was NOT going well at all. Who knew seducing an eighteen year old would be this difficult. Weren't they supposed to be all hormones or something? But then again, this was Wufei …he's not a typical teenager. Sally sighed dishearteningly before she noticed something...something that made her blinked several times.

Wufei was aroused. Really aroused.

She looked up at him in surprised. He was looking right at her. His jaw muscles working furiously as he bravely faced whatever ridicule she had in store for him.

But she didn't make fun of his condition. Instead, she smiled one of her brilliant smiles that could melt any one of his defenses and Wufei was lost.

"Is that for me, Wufei?" She asked huskily as she moved closer.

Wufei gulped and nodded helplessly, wondering why he was suddenly afraid.

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Trowa frowned as he moved from room to room. Where was everybody? Sure, there were plenty of people but he couldn't seem to fine the other four ex-pilots. Where could they be?

As Trowa came to the back area normally used by servants, he heard someone murmuring and giggling. His frown deepened. It sounded like Quatre. Yet not quite Quatre…what the hell was going on around here?

"No…you shouldn't. I really have to find my friends." Quatre's voice said and more giggles followed.

"C'mon, sweetie, you know you liked the kiss…I could do so much more..." A deeper voice said and Trowa heard a definite gasp from the other person; the one that sounded remarkably like Quatre.

Trowa walked stealthily towards their voices and peered around the corner. There at the end of the hall was a tall muscular man pinning a smaller figure to the wall with his arms and body. As the smaller figure wiggled to get comfortable, Trowa drew in a sharp breath. Quatre?!?

The taller man tipped Quatre's chin up and brought his lips down to cover those luscious lips that Trowa had agonized about for the past three years. Cold chills ran up his spine as he saw Quatre responded and moaned into the kiss. Trowa was rooted to the spot. He couldn't move. His heart was pounding furiously in his chest and he thought that it would surely burst.

Quatre.

"Trowa…" Quatre moaned as the man ran his hands under the blonde's shirt. Trowa's heart skipped a beat. Did Quatre just moan HIS name?

The man didn't seem to care so long as Quatre let him do what he wanted. He pulled roughly at the ties on Quatre's shirt and continued to attack the blonde's neck. His hands went lower to grab Quatre's crotch and the little blond squeaked in surprised.

Quatre blinked confusedly at the man and pushed away. "I'm sorry. I really have to go." He tried to gather his clothing but the taller man pushed him back against the wall.

"Look! You teased me long enough! I don't think it's nice to leave me like this!" He ground his hips into the stunned blond to proof his point.

"I'm S-sorry. I…didn't mean to…OW! Let go!" Quatre gasped as the man thrust his hips harder into him. "You're hurting me!"

"Then give it up already." The man captured Quatre's lips again and tried to remove Quatre's pants.

"Let him go." Trowa had heard and seen enough. The man was forcing himself on his Quatre.

"Fuck off." The man didn't even bother looking up.

Quatre turned teary face towards the voice that he knew better than his own. "Tro…wa…"

At the sight of his angel's pain, Trowa snapped. He grabbed the tall man by the hair and yanked his head back. The man yelped in surprised as he was pulled painfully off the smaller man. Trowa kneed the man in the gut and watched dispassionately as his victim doubled over in pain. He then slammed his other knee up into the man's chin, knocking him back into the wall, unconscious.

Trowa turned toward his friend and fell back a few paces as a small grateful figure launched itself at him.

"Trowa!" Quatre buried his face in the crook of the taller boy's neck.

Trowa took a deep breath and held his friend close. It had been so long since he had last seen Quatre. So long since he had last touched him…

He reluctantly pulled away and held the blond at arm's length. He raised his eyebrows, as he looked the other boy up and down. Quatre had grown indeed. The outfit the other boy was wearing caused Trowa's body temperature to rise a few degrees. Where did he get these clothes?

"Are you alright?" He asked the smaller boy. His eyes roamed the well-toned chest that was exposed between the unbuttoned shirt. Trowa swallowed hard and dragged his eyes away from the pale creamy skin back to his friend's sparkling blue eyes.

Quatre blushed and nodded as he leaned unconsciously into the other man, wanting the warmth he felt earlier.

"He was so…big." Quatre whispered and looked up at Trowa, eyes wide. His face still flushed and his moist lips parted invitingly.

The taller boy swallowed again, hard. There was something in the way Quatre looked at him and the way he had said `big' that brought a rush of heat to Trowa's groin immediately. The way the smaller boy was leaning against him wasn't helping either.

"Um…yes, he was." *Gulp*

"But you're much…bigger." Quatre traced a circular pattern on Trowa's broad muscular chest as he lowered his lashes and gazed shyly at the taller boy. "Better…"

*Gulp* Trowa's voice refused to cooperate. Quatre was so damn sexy like this. Trowa could feel the growing tightness between his thighs as he helplessly gazed into the endless pools of blue fire. Where the hell was the innocent Quatre he'd left behind?

Quatre smiled at him and rested his head on Trowa's chest. His arms going around the taller youth's waist and held on tight.

Trowa froze and groaned inwardly. This felt too good. It shouldn't be happening. Quatre deserve someone better than him.

`Yeah? Like that brute over there?'

`No! Like…well, someone else?'

`Yeah? Who?'

`I don't know! Someone who's not me!'

While Trowa was arguing with himself, Quatre was nuzzling his neck. The sensation sent shivers down Trowa's spine.

"W-what are you doing?" He asked rather unsteadily. Where was his control?

"Hmm…you smell nice." Quatre swiped his tongue along the crook of Trowa's neck, earning a shuddering gasp from the taller boy. "Taste good too."

"Quat---" Trowa was forced to stop breathing when Quatre's hip rubbed erotically on his arousal. He moaned and thrust into the pressure as his mind stopped working and hormones took over. Trowa slid his hands down Quatre's back and gripped the smaller boy's round buttocks, pressing the willing body closer to his aching flesh.

"Tro…wa…" Quatre moaned his name as he wantonly spread his legs to let the taller boy in closer. He had wanted this for so long…ever since he had first seen Trowa. He couldn't believe it was actually happening…

Trowa had stopped trying to voice anything coherent some time ago. Where did Quatre learn to move like that? He pulled the blonde's head up and dove for those parted lips. His tongue slipped in and plundered the sweet recesses of Quatre's mouth while his hands continued to massage and pull on the firm globes. He had never tasted anything as good as the blond angel in his arms.

Quatre's hands were not idle. One hand slipped underneath Trowa's sweater and caressed the broad back while the other moved down to cup at the taller boy's rear.

"Trowa…please…" Quatre moaned against Trowa's hungry lips as he rubbed on Trowa almost desperately. "Ah…!" He wanted this so badly. He needed this. "Trowa!"

Trowa closed his eyes and gripped the gyrating hips firmly. There was nothing he wanted more that moment than to take Quatre up to his room and make love to him until the smaller boy scream his name. But that was what he had avoided for the past three years! Where was his control now that he needed it the most? This shouldn't be happening! What the hell was he thinking? This was Quatre for heaven's sake!

"Quatre…you don't know what you're doing to me." He said unsteadily as he gently pulled the other boy from him.

Quatre blinked blankly at him, face still clouded with desire, lips swollen and moist from Trowa's attack. "I'm seducing you." He said simply, cocking his head to one side. "Isn't it working?"

It was Trowa's turn to blink. "Um…yeah…it's…NO! No, it's not!" What was he saying?

Quatre red and kiss-swollen lips quivered and tears formed in his eyes. "Gomen." Trowa didn't want him at all. This was all so stupid; he should never have listened to Duo. He buttoned his shirt with shaky hands and turned away unsteadily.

"Quatre." Trowa reached over and touched his shoulder. Quatre moved away. He didn't want Trowa's pity. He wanted Trowa's love.

"Quatre, look at me." Trowa took a firm hold of Quatre's wrist and spun the smaller boy around to face him. He tilted the blonde's chin up and looked into the flushed face. Quatre's eyes were downcast as he refused to look at Trowa.

Quatre was angry with himself. He should have known better. He was an empath, for goodness sakes. He should have felt something from Trowa. He didn't. He hadn't in a long time. In the beginning, he could feel the taller boy's attraction for him; even strong enough it could have been love. But for a while now, Quatre felt nothing from the other boy. The blond couldn't tell at all how Trowa was feeling, it was as if the other boy had put up a wall, blocking off all emotional contact.

"Just let me go, Trowa. I've made a fool of myself enough." Quatre whispered softly as he tried to pull free from the near iron grip. When Trowa remained silent and refused to let him go, Quatre looked up at the heart-stopping green eye defiantly.

"What?" The blond asked angrily. "You don't want me but you won't let me go? Nanashi can't make up his mind?" Quatre gasped in horror at what he'd just said. His eyes widen in shock as he put a hand to clamp over his mouth. Trowa.

Trowa's eye narrowed as he peered at his long time friend. "This isn't like you Quatre. What happened to you?" He asked quietly, completely ignoring the outburst. "Why are you dressing and behaving like this?"

"Like what?" Quatre lowered his eyes again, ashamed to have called Trowa `Nanashi'. HE, of all people should have known better. How could he hurt the man he loved like that? "Like I want you? Like I…have needs?"

Trowa felt a shiver ran up his spine at Quatre's words. …I want you…I have needs…

Quatre laughed suddenly as he looked up, directly into Trowa's surprised face. "Yes, angelic little Quatre has a libido too! Surprised?" He started giggling at the shocked look on Trowa's face. Did the man really think he was asexual?

Trowa shook him gently. "Stop it! Quatre, you're…drunk…" Realization dawned on him and he smacked himself mentally for not seeing it before. That was why the blond was so uninhibited.

"Relaxed." Quatre corrected, as he laughed some more. "Duo said it'll help me relaxed and I feel great!"

Trowa gritted his teeth. "I don't suppose these are Duo's clothes too?" He needed a talk with that braided baka!

"Um…yeah. Do you like?" He swiveled back and forth to let Trowa see all of him. It wasn't easy since the taller boy still had a firm grip on his arms.

"No. I don't like them on you, Quatre. It isn't like you." Trowa felt his heart breaking at the pain in Quatre's face.

"Wufei was right. You don't approve." He whispered dismally. "What does it matter? You don't want me either way." He tugged futilely at his arm.

"Quatre, you have no idea…" Trowa muttered under his breath. He hated to see Quatre like this, all dejected and forlorn. Quatre should be carefree and full of sunny smiles. That was the Quatre he loved and tried to keep safe all these years. Looking at the crestfallen blond now tore at his very soul. Was it wrong when he had left that time? Should he have stayed and…love Quatre?

Something had changed. All of a sudden Quatre felt raw emotion seeping from the other boy. Was Trowa finally letting him in? He looked up at the piercing green eye and caught his breath.

There, shining for all to see was the love that Quatre had coveted for years. "Trowa?"

"You're wrong, Quatre. I…do want you. I've wanted you for as long as I've known you." Trowa pulled the astonished young man into his arms. "I just…I don't deserve you, Quatre. You could do so much better than a `Nanashi'."

Tears fell from Quatre's luminous blue eyes. "NO! Don't say that! I shouldn't have said it. I don't care what your name is, or that you don't have one. I love you before I knew anything about you!" He clutched at Trowa's sweater. "I love YOU, not your name or who's your family. YOU!" Quatre jabbed at Trowa's chest. "Whether you're Trowa Barton or…or…pilot 03 or…Nanashi… I-I don't care. Don't you understand?" He tipped toed to be nose to nose with Trowa. "I love YOU. Always…forever. Nothing could ever change that."

"Quatre…" Trowa's resistance melted as he gazed into those brilliant blue flames of Quatre's eyes. He had been wrong. It didn't matter to Quatre at all that he was a nobody. He only needed to be himself in order to make his little blond happy.

Trowa bent his head and captured Quatre's lips in a slow, sweet kiss. The lips below his opened invitingly as Quatre's tongue teased his lips, challenging him to take over.

"Heero, you shoulda let me beat the crap out of him!" Duo's voice shattered the duo's (hehe pun intended) tender moment and Trowa pulled away reluctantly.

"And let you answer to Trowa?" Heero's calmer voice replied as the two rounded the corner.

"I can take Trowa, any day." Duo lifted his chin in defiance. "That Peter asshole had it coming. He was all over you and if Trowa finds out, he's gonna drop that slut---" Duo froze when he saw Trowa and Quatre a few feet from them, still locked in a tight embrace. He was in such a heated argument that he didn't even notice the other boys.

Two things went through Duo's head simultaneously. One was, `Shit! He'd heard me.' And the other was `Woo Hoo! They got together finally!' Or something like that…he really was NOT thinking clearly. Fear, had a lot to do with it. While he was a trained killer, so was Trowa. And the other boy was much bigger too boost.

"Heh, heh…Trowa. Fancy meetin' you here." Heero rolled his eyes and walked ahead of Duo to meet the other two.

"Barton, we need to talk." The perfect soldier wasted no time on preambles.

"What about?" Trowa frowned, looking from Heero to Duo, as he reluctantly pulled free from Quatre. The smaller boy looked curiously at his friends and stood patiently next to his love.

"Peter Klein is here."

Quatre frowned trying to place the name. It was oddly familiar.

"TROWA!" A piercing voice sounded from behind Duo and Heero. The braided boy winced and glanced at Quatre worriedly. "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you."

Quatre caught his breath as a tall young man with bright blond hair marched over to them and threw his arms around Trowa. "I've missed you, lover." He said huskily, making sure that everyone heard him.

Trowa stiffened but remained silent. He stared straight ahead, not looking at anyone.

Duo took a step towards Peter; murder was close on his mind. Heero took a hold of his braid and held on tight. "Wha-Heero!"

Peter smirked at the enraged braided boy and looked over at the stunned Quatre. "Happy birthday, Quatre. It is Quatre isn't it?"

Quatre nodded and murmured his thanks. He glanced at Trowa but the tall boy had his gaze fixed firmly on the pattern of the tiles.

"Trowa painted a different picture of you." Peter said acidly. "You look far from the innocent Quatre I've heard so much about. Very far indeed."

Duo gasped and yanked on his braid as he tried to free it from his lover's grip. But the perfect soldier had a perfect death grip and Duo stomped and cussed in frustration.

Quatre frowned and looked from Trowa to Peter. What was the man saying? "Trowa?" He called softly, his heart breaking into tiny pieces. Trowa had shut him out again. He could feel nothing from the silent boy, only contempt and jealously emanating form Peter.

Trowa…

Heero took a hold of his lover's hand and pulled him along, back the way they came.

"Heero! What are you doing?" Duo protested as he tried to yank his hand back. "We can't leave Quat with that barracuda!"

Heero turned to look intently at the tall brunette standing between the two blondes. "Trowa will take care of Quatre." He said after he was satisfied with what he had seen.

"Hee…ro!" Duo whined as he was dragged out of there. "You better find ways to make this up to me, buster!"

"Hn." Was the only reply that Heero gave Duo as they disappeared around the corner.

Quatre frowned and told himself that he didn't need Trowa to take care of him. He took out armies of Leos, what's one lanky self-importance blonde compared to Oz?

"Well?" Peter looked from Trowa to Quatre. "Do you still insist that all is innocent between the two of you?"

Trowa said nothing but his eyes narrowed dangerously. Quatre swallowed hard. He had seen that look before and if he were Peter, he would shut up right about now…

"Your little blond hussy is certainly dressed the part." But he wasn't Peter… "Innocent Quatre, indeed. Who are you trying to fool?" Quatre winced. More for what he knew was coming, rather than what Peter had said.

"Trowa!" Peter stood in front of his brunette lover and glared at him. "Are you fucking this slut?"

Quatre gasped and before Peter could take a breath, he was pinned to the wall with Trowa's forearm pressed hard across his throat.

"First of all, Quatre is NOT a slut." Trowa said in a barely controlled voice. "Second of all, I owe you NO explanation and third, we're through." He released the shaking blond and Peter slumped to the floor, next to the man Trowa had knocked out earlier.

Trowa turned to face the wide-eyed Quatre and took a firm grip of his arm. "We need to talk." He marched the gaping blond up to his room slammed the door shut.

Duo grinned at Heero from their hiding place behind the closet door. "Damn, Hee-chan, how'd you know that would happen?"

"Hn. You need to pay more attention to people." He said and he pulled one braided boy into his arms. "I believe I have some making up to do?"

"Why Heero…whatever do you have in mind?" Duo purred as he surrendered to Heero's expert ministrations.

TBC…