Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Lord of War ❯ Wufei Chang ( Chapter 8 )

A/N: This chapter hasn’t been beta’d, so I’ll probably re-post once they get back to me : )

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Chapter 08: Wufei Chang

Heero woke up feeling more energized than he had in a long while, most likely due to the man next to him, who was still sleeping. Heero smiled down at Duo, his long braid laying on his bare, exposed back while he smiled wistfully at whatever dream he was having. He really was a puzzle, one that Heero hoped he could solve.

Never had he met a man that would try to strangle him one moment then kiss him passionately the next. But that’s what Heero liked about Duo; you never knew what to expect from him.

At first he only thought of Duo as an added annoyance to his already full and busy life, and a disrespectful one at that. But, Duo started to grow on him as soon as he saw what the man was like with Quatre. When he saw that Duo’s eyes could be so bright and full of life it surprised him, and he found himself wanting to be the one to make those eyes shine like that, though he couldn’t explain why. There was just something about him, something new and exciting that Heero had never seen nor felt before. It was true that the way Duo talked to him and treated him pissed him off, but it was also refreshing having someone that dared to defy him, someone that treated him like a normal man, not the Lord of War. Sally and Fin treated him more like a normal person than the others, but not to the extent that Duo did.

Heero sighed heavily and staggered out of bed, stretching as he did so. Looking back at Duo one last time, he headed off towards the bathing room where Wufei was leaning against the wall waiting for him, his eyes serious and annoyed at the same time. Heero groaned inwardly then walked up to the stoic warrior. “Good morning, Wufei.”

“I got most of the story from Sally and Phinneaus, but I would like to hear some of it from you, my Lord.” Wufei motioned to the small seating area in front of a bay window off to the side of the bathing room door, indicating that Heero was to follow.

“You’re right to the point this morning.” Heero walked over and sat down, Wufei doing the same. “What do you want to know, Chang?”

“Where is he from? How has he been acting towards you? And why was he on top of you like that? The truth, Yuy.” Wufei growled the last part obviously pissed that he missed such a big change in the household. Heero was happy that he did, otherwise Duo would not have made it through day one with the way he had spoken to him.

“He’s from Belvoman, he has been just fine around me, and what do you think he was doing on top of me, Wufei?” Heero leered at him, trying to give off the idea that him and Duo were just having some fun so he wouldn’t have to actually lie to the man.

A slight blush appeared on Wufei’s cheeks, giving Heero the intonation that he was on the mind track that he wanted him to be on. “He has gotten better then? Phinneaus said he was a spitfire and that I most likely would want to kill him by the end of the day.”

Heero chuckled nervously, damning Phinneaus for being so truthful, //the dumb ass must be drunk still//. “He, is…well, you two may not get along too well, but Quatre and Trowa like him.”

Wufei’s eyes narrowed. “Do they?”

Heero blinked at him. “Yes.”

“Hn,” Wufei stood up and bowed. “I will leave you to get ready. Sorry again for disturbing you last night.”

“Do not worry about it.” Heero smiled at him, knowing full well that he was off to interrogate Trowa and Quatre now. Straitening up, Wufei strode off towards the front entrance of the house while Heero shook his head. //Good luck guys//

Happy to be pardoned from further scrutiny, Heero walked into the bathing room and found a bath drawn and waiting. Smiling at Sally’s insight, Heero stripped and sank into the deep, hot water, leaning his head against the lip of the bath to think. Chang really was a bit too protective, even if it was his job. Heero thought back on how Duo tried to strangle him last night…well, perhaps not too protective, but he still needs to learn how to relax. Sighing, Heero dunked himself under the water and held his breath for a while before emerging once again with a gasp. It was then that he saw Duo looking down at him, a tray of Heero’s bath soaps and herbs in hand. He had a slight blush on his cheeks and tried to not look directly at Heero. “Sally made me bring these.”

Heero stood up, the water line now beginning at his low waist, and took the tray from Duo. “Thank you.”

Duo finally tuned to look at him…and he kept on looking at him, intently as a matter of fact. Feeling the Aiko’s eyes lingering over him caused Heero to blush self-consciously. He didn’t care about nudity usually, but he wasn’t use to someone looking at him so intently, without blinking he noted. Once Duo broke himself out of his own stupor, the man made for the door.

Feeling that it was unfair to let Duo get away with staring at his naked form, a small grin graced Heero’s face. “Why don’t you join me for now, Duo?”

The Aiko stopped abruptly and turned around, eyes wide. Heero knew he was being cruel, but it was too good a chance to pass up. Duo opened his mouth to say something, but though his lips were moving, nothing was coming out. Heero couldn’t help the devilish smirk that arose on his face. “Join me, Duo.”

A bit of fire came back into those violet eyes from being ordered around. “I’d rather not.”

“Get in,” Heero ordered. “Or are you too embarrassed?”

Duo’s cheeks reddened. “I’m not embarrassed, I just--”

“Don’t trust me?” Heero finished for him. True, it was tempting to try something, especially because of last night, but he didn’t feel like being grouped together with people like Primitivus. “Don’t worry, I’m too busy today to try something.” He teased.

Duo glared at him, but his gaze wasn’t nearly as powerful as it used to be. There was more annoyance in his eyes than anger. Duo regarded him again, then slowly made his way to the lip of the bath. From the way he was standing, Heero could tell that he was going to get in with his clothing still on. “You don’t bathe with clothing on, Duo, take it off.”

Stiffening once again, Duo’s face turned beet red. “In that case forget it!”

“I’ll ask Tricieus over to help you with your oral technique,” Heero threatened, knowing how Duo couldn’t stand the man and his conversational topics.

Duo’s eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms. “You wouldn’t.”

“Well, you have been a lousy Aiko as of yet. You won’t even bathe with me. Maybe you could do with some more instruction.” The smile on his face, though he couldn’t see it, he knew must be pure evil. “It’s not uncommon for Aiko to practice on each other you know.”

Wide violet eyes stared back at him, apparently letting the threat sink in. “You--you wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

Duo seemed to mull that over for a bit before he met Heero’s gaze with his own and began to untie his toga. Once he was done, Duo hesitated by keeping his toga up loosely around his waist with his hands. Taking a deep breath, Duo let it drop then scrambled to sink into the bath. Heero eyed the Aiko’s nude figure and couldn’t help the involuntary move of licking his lips. His shoulder was healed and he was a lot healthier than when Heero fist saw him, that was for damn sure. His obviously smooth skin covering the strong muscles beneath it had a light tan, while his softer areas were pale and untouched by the sun. His golden body was slender, not bulky, with long muscles meant for sleek, flexible movements, which made Heero’s now willing mind wonder on what that skill could entail in other situations.

Sinking into the water, Duo made sure to sit as far away from him as possible, most likely quite aware of Heero’s lingering gaze. “Happy?” Duo muttered grudgingly, his face still tinted red.

Heero smiled and chuckled at the sight. Duo was obviously nervous and uncomfortable, shifting constantly trying to find ways to block Heero’s view of his body. But, even thought his body language said he was shy and embarrassed, his eyes were as hard as ever, practically daring Heero to try something.

He shook his head at the Aiko’s worry and began to search for the soap to wash himself. Feeling around, Heero couldn’t find the elusive bar and came to the conclusion that there was only one other place it could be. Cocking an eyebrow, he looked up at Duo. “Are you sitting on the soap?”

Duo shifted around a bit as a quizzical look dawned on his face. “I was wondering what that was.”

Heero held back laughter and opted to splash a small amount of water at Duo for his squandering of the soap. Not at all pleased at being splashed, Duo did so back, stronger than Heero did. //he didn’t dare…// Refusing to be defeated by an Aiko and forgetting how childish it would be, Heero splashed him back. They glared at each other for a while before an all out water war erupted, both men forgetting their age and social standing.

# # # #

Duo actually found himself laughing as they pelted each other with water. Sure it was pathetic, childish, and totally out of character, but he started it dammit! And refusing to lose a battle, no matter how stupid it was, Duo participated.

It wasn’t until they heard Sally clearing her throat that they stopped. Duo held back laughter when he saw how red Heero’s face was…and the look on his face was priceless! He had to admit, the great Lord of War being caught in a water fight with his Aiko would be pretty embarrassing, and something told him that neither of them was going to hear the end of it.

“You have a meeting in half an hour, my Lord,” Sally smirked while holding out a towel for him. Duo could tell from her face that she was thoroughly enjoying Heero’s embarrassment. Heero didn’t say a word; he just took the towel from Sally, wrapped it around his waist, and walked a bit faster than normal back to his chambers.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Sally almost fell to the floor laughing. “What the hell brought that on?”

“He started it,” Duo stammered out before realizing. “I mean, um…well, I sat on--on the soap and…”

“And I was just hoping he would jump you if I sent you in here! That was so much better!”

“Yeah,” Duo laughed until what she said finally registered. “Hey!”

Sally just kept on laughing, unaware of Duo’s deep scowl. What did she mean ‘so he would jump him’! Wait--that must mean she knows that they haven’t actually done anything //anything…//. Okay, so maybe they kissed, but that was basically the extent of it. Just now was actually the first time they had seen each other nude. //Nude// Duo’s mind trailed back to what he had seen before he was forced to bathe with the man. Heero had a much stronger tan than him, and he was a bit more built, but he still had the lean body of a young man. The streams of water that had been dripping down the creases of his muscles heightened the splendor of the man to the magnitude that Duo found himself sprinting out of the room before a problem began to ‘rise’. But, a velvet voice had stopped him in his tracks. And form then on, Duo had to deal with being near a very naked Heero and controlling his body that seemed determined to give his wondering mind away. It hadn’t been an easy task, especially after flashes from his dream last night started to come to mind.

What would he have done, if Heero had tried anything? The fact that he had to ask himself that disturbed him deeply. He knew he was falling for Heero, but he had no clue what the Lord felt for him. He could tell from the way that he acted that he more than liked his body but…//“You’re annoying, sarcastic, dangerous and you completely ignore my social class…I like it.”//. Those words still confused him. Did it mean that he liked him, or that he couldn’t stand him?

Growling to himself, Duo got out of the bath, wrapped his own towel around his waist, glared at Sally one last time, and then made his way to his room. When he shut the door behind him and turned around, the sight of last nights soiled night toga lying on his bed greeted him. Sighing to himself in shame and confusion, Duo stuffed the offending garment in the basket designated for dirty clothing and then flopped on to the bed. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, last night had been the best orgasm he had ever had, by wet dream or even his own hand. Just the dream of Yuy rubbing up against him and touching him was better than anything he had ever experienced. Damn Tricieus for being so specific in his descriptions! He wasn’t a child, he knew what it felt like to have a hand stroke down his cock (his own hand, but who’s taking notes…), but the rest of the fake experience…//Damn him! Damn him! Damn him!//. He could tell without looking in the mirror that his face was an angry red once again.

Annoyed at the way he was acting, Duo shot up, changed into his most comfortable outfit and headed to the sparring ring in the front yards. It was going to take the whole damn day to work all the embarrassment and confusion out of him.

# # # #

Quatre awoke tangled in Trowa’s arms with the worst headache he had ever had in his life coupled with a stomach bent on revenge for yesterday’s events. Grumbling, he managed to slip out of his husbands embrace and stumble to the washroom, where he couldn’t decide which end of his body he should be preparing to release. A gargle in his stomach helped him make up his mind as he bent over the iron basin and vomited, the events of yesterday coming up with it. Trowa and himself had fun yes, but the amount they drank over the course of the day left Quatre feeling the worst he ever had before. How Trowa could still sleep was beyond him, the man had drunk more than he had and he was still snoozing away. Quatre did not envy the headache his husband would have when he did wake, though. The blonde kept his head hung over the basin for a bit longer, until deciding to dare the move away from the now soiled washroom.

Feeling a bit better, however, Quatre stumbled to the kitchen for a cup of warm tea, praying to the gods that it would settle his stomach at least a little. It was there that he was intercepted by a very irate warrior monk. “Morning, Winner.”

“Not so loud Wufei,” Quatre complained. The monk lifted an eyebrow at him, but he soon seemed to remember what yesterday had been and helped the unsteady Lord to the closest chair.

“Have a bit too much fun, Lord Quatre?” Quatre didn’t miss the sarcasm in his voice.

“Be nice, I’m paying for it enough already.” Quatre soon found the hot water and poured a small amount of that and dried herbs into a cup. Wufei waited until Quatre had taken a cautious sip to speak up.

Wufei leaned against the counter and folded his arms and closed his eyes. “You have met Yuy’s new Aiko, correct.” It was a statement, not a question, which led Quatre to believe that Wufei wasn’t at all happy about the new development.

Taking another sip, Quatre sat the cup down and braced himself for the numerous questions he knew Wufei was going to fire off. “Yes, I have. A few times, as a matter of fact.”

Wufei opened his eyes and locked them with Quatre’s. “And?”

“Why are you asking? As if what I think will change your views, my friend.” It was a little bit more short and to the point than Quatre usually was, but he didn’t feel good, okay! He felt some bile creep up his throat and laid his head on the counter, begging the world to stand still.

Wufei scowled down at him, obviously not pitying Quatre’s physical state. “This is important, Winner. I need to know what an empath like you thinks of this ‘Duo’, whether he will be trouble. He is too close and too often alone with Yuy for me not to take this seriously. Now answer my question.”

Quatre groaned and sat up. “I know, I’m sorry. Trowa and I just…well…with yesterday and all…”

“Quit being such a tight ass, Chang. Quatre doesn’t feel well.” Trowa scolded as he walked in and sat down beside his husband, wrapping an arm around him in a protective stance.

“Hey! How come you’re just fine?” Quatre whined, pushing him away a little then regretting his movement as the blood rushed to his head. “Jerk,” he muttered as he leaned against Trowa, who was smiling sweetly down at him.

“Then you answer my questions first, Barton.” Wufei growled, most likely pissed that he wasn’t getting anywhere in his information gathering. Quatre felt his husband sigh as he was leaning against his chest. “Very well, Chang, what do you want to know?”

“What is his tribe like, these ‘Belvomanians’?” Wufei gestured with his hands.

Quatre felt Trowa tense, not that he blamed him. Telling Wufei that Duo was from a strong warrior tribe was not going to be pretty, to say the least. “Um…they’re…”

“A peaceful tribe for the most part,” Quatre interjected. “Belvomanians are not known for making waves.”

Wufei raised his eyebrows at the interruption but didn’t comment. “You do not find him threatening, Barton?”

Again, Quatre could sense that Trowa did not know what to say, considering he, himself, voiced his concern the first time they had been introduced to Duo about how much of a danger he could be. But telling Chang something like that would be like sentencing Duo to death by sudden decapitation. Quatre placed a supportive hand on Trowa’s chest and looked up at him, praying to the Gods that his husband had thought about what to say carefully. Trowa gave him a quiet smile and then looked up to meet Wufei’s piercing gaze. “He has done nothing to make him deemed a threat to any of us. Quatre and he get along quite well, actually, and I assume he and Heero do as well.”

Quatre caught a slight blush on the monk when Trowa mentioned Duo and Heero together, but decided against prodding. Happily, however, Wufei said what was on his mind. “It seems as such from what they were doing when I got back and went to check on Heero last night.”

“Doing?” Quatre said hopefully. //Did they really…?// No matter what the monk said, he was going over there as soon as the ground decided to stay put.

Wufei’s blush deepened. “Yes, well…what do you normally do with an Aiko, Winner.” Wufei looked away from their prying eyes and muttered, “I’ll definitely find a way to announce my presence next time.”

Smiling, Quatre answered the rest of the man’s questions with ease and soon found himself free of the monk. They both made it back to their room and began to dress for the day. The tea had helped with his nausea and Trowa holding him through half of the interrogation steadied his head, but the suggestive slip of his husbands hand up his back while they were undressing brought back the memories of yesterday. “I can’t believe we did that.”

Trowa pulled him down on to the bed. “What?”

“You’re supposed to be quiet and respectable, Trowa Barton.” The blonde was pushed onto his back while Trowa climbed in top of him.

“What’s your point?” Trowa cooed into his ear.

Talented lips began to suck expertly on Quatre’s neck. “What we did was not very respectable.”

“It’s not my fault I can’t get enough of you.” Trowa’s defense rolled off his tongue like a purr, causing Quatre to moan at his husband’s suggestive tone. By the Gods, he loved that deep voice! He had to catch his breath as his toga suddenly disappeared. “Still, doing those things in public…”

“You act as if we were the only ones fooling around.” Those big hands went around him and began to knead his buttocks, teasing the small opening there randomly. Quatre went to lean up and kiss his beloved when his head gave him a reminder of how shitty he still truly felt //damn//.

“Tro…I’m not up to this yet.” He protested weakly.

“I can fix that.” A hand snaked around and gripped his cock, making him gasp and arch his back.

But no matter how turned on he was, his head wouldn’t stop pounding. “No, Trowa…I still don’t feel good.”

“I’ll make you feel good,” Trowa murmured in the throatiest, sexist voice Quatre had ever heard as he slowly kissed his way down to Quatre’s weeping member. “Relax, my little love.”

Quatre voiced one last protest before he lost his power of speech from his cock being swallowed down that gifted mouth. Defeated, Quatre laid back and took in the pleasure his lover was willingly giving him.

# # # #

What the hell was he thinking earlier! Of all things to do, he starts a water fight? What was he, twelve? Heero groaned inwardly as he walked up to the Royal Court, muttering to himself about his foolishness //…it was fun though…//. Trying to push away the idiocy of their little banter, Heero couldn’t help but smile: that was the first time he had heard Duo really laugh.

“Hey Yuy!” Heero knew that voice…

“Morning, Primitivus.”

Primitivus came running up to him, a wide yet unfriendly grin on his face as usual. “I heard you babysitter was back.”

“Chang would kill you if he heard you say that, no matter who you are.” Heero grumbled. He really wasn’t in the mood for this guy, and for once, it was because he was in a good mood, instead of the opposite.

“Nah, he wouldn’t. Anyway, wasn’t my banquet a blast! I told you it was a good idea to have it at my place.” Primitivus clapped him on the back, something Heero detested completely about the man. Why did he always have to touch him? “It was fun.”

“Fun? It was great, well, until we had to go to your ceremony. That was boring as hell.” The annoyance rolled his eyes at the fact that he had to attend. The Gods forbid he go to the event that all the parties were actually for. Heero stayed quiet, though, intent on escaping the man as soon as possible.

“Last night was a blast as well. All of my Aiko were a little…excited last night, if you know what I mean.” Primitivus leered at him as Heero fought back the urge to curse the man and walk away.

“Thank the Gods I don’t know what you mean…” He muttered under his breath. He could barely control one Aiko in his bed let alone however many Primitivus had. Plus the idea of having that many people all doing…//that can’t be very sanitary//. Heero made a face as if he had just smelled something bad as they continued walking. Multiple partners…that would be beyond dangerous. Then again, the reference he had was the Aiko who had just tried to strangle him last night. Perhaps he was a little bias //oh well, to each his own//. That thought brought up something. Duo really did act strange last night, like he knew about the deal that Primitivus and he made…and was mad about it. That just confused him more. Wouldn’t he have been angrier if Heero had gone along with what Primitivus had asked for? Then again, how did he hear about it in the first place? “Primitivus, did you, by any chance, talk to my Aiko, Duo, at the banquet?”

“A little,” he smirked.

Heero didn’t like that look. “What did you say to him?”

“Nothing important, why? Did he say something?” There was a darker look in the man’s eyes now that Heero didn’t trust.

“What did you say to him, Primitivus?” Heero ordered in his patented growl as they stopped walking.

“Calm down! He’s not hurt or anything is he?” The man rolled his eyes. “For fuck sake Yuy, why are you getting bent out of shape over some Aiko?”

//Some Aiko…// he didn’t know why, but those words pissed him off. “I’m not. But if you want to put it that way then: Duo is my property, Primitivus, I will not have you damaging him in any way. Physical or not!” Heero nearly yelled the last part, making even Primitivus jump a little.

“Shit, Yuy, I got it, damn.” Primitivus glared at him than walked away faster than normal, ahead of Heero by at least five yards before he slowed down. Heero had never gotten away from the man so easily before and now he couldn’t stop smiling to himself because of it. Maybe he should yell more often.

# # # #

The sun was going down by the time that Duo deemed himself worthy of stopping for the night. Sweat was rolling down his back while he kneeled down to catch his breath, staff still in hand. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew that the man he had met last night had been watching him for a while now, intently as a matter of fact. At first he didn’t know what to do: should he dumb himself down and work half assed or go all out and not worry about the prying eyes. After a while he just said ‘fuck it’ and ignored the beady eyes leering at him from the bushes. If the guy wanted to look, then he could look, Duo wasn’t going to bother himself with it.

Duo was just putting away the staff when Quatre and Trowa came around the arch. “Hey!”

“Hello Duo!” Quatre replied back. “We went to the house and they said you were out here. So, we thought we’d come and bother you.”

“Too late, I just finished. You’ll have to come by and annoy me some other time.” Duo smiled. The blonde smiled back, but his husband seemed more interested in the surrounding in which they found him.

“What were you doing out here?” Trowa questioned. “Working out?”

“Yeah, my shoulder is still a little stiff, so…” Duo trailed off. “Hey, are either of you any good?”

Quatre blinked up at him as they walked up the few stairs to the ring. “Good at what?”

Duo gestured at the practice weapons. “What do you think? I haven’t had anyone to spar with, so I feel like I’m not getting anywhere.”

“If you need a sparring partner, it will be me.”

Duo whirled around and met the pitch dark eyes of the warrior monk he had met yesterday. “Um…you?”

“Wufei,” Trowa warned.

“I’m not going to kill him today, I just want to see how skilled he is in a more realistic setting.” Wufei clarified. Duo just gazed at him //what does he mean by ‘today’?//. He wasn’t going to deny that they had met in pretty bad circumstances, but did that warrant him to be watched like this? He then thought back to the feel of having Heero’s neck in his grasp //okay, maybe I did warrant it//.

Wufei gave him a menacing smile. “Choose your weapon, Aiko.”

Duo cocked his head back and gave him a stern glare. Taking the challenge, Duo opted for the usual training staff while Wufei picked the same. There was no sense in getting cut up anyway.

# # # #

Trowa felt his lover tense as the two men started, and perhaps rightly so. He was pretty sure that Wufei was just going to play with Duo, maybe try to show him his place…at least he hoped. He didn’t want to imagine the scene of Heero coming home to an injured Duo with no explanation other than ‘they were sparring’. That wouldn’t turn out good no matter who was talking to Yuy, whether it was Quatre or Wufei, someone would get hurt. Trowa knew this…he wasn’t blind, just quiet. He could tell that Heero really did like the man, that’s why he had held his tongue all this time, but that fact didn’t erase the fear he had in the back of his mind. No matter how many times Kat had reassured him about Duo’s heart, he just couldn’t get that nagging feeling out of his head. But, if his little love liked him, Trowa was prepared to give the Aiko the benefit of the doubt, and he had been, and it hadn’t been betrayed so far. As a matter of fact, Trowa himself was starting to warm up to the loud, braided foreigner…at least as much as Trowa could muster. He never was very good at the whole social thing, which was why he and Heero got along so well: they were both horribly bad at conversations.

At the sparring progressed, Trowa got to see more of the Aiko’s skills and found himself impressed, more than impressed once he started doing flips and side steps around Wufei, who seemed equally stunned. Duo was agile, Trowa would give him that. The clank of the staffs as they hit each other was the only sound you heard except for a few hoarse grunts and random swear words as they continued wearing each other down. Wufei seemed to finally get fed up and knocked Duo’s staff out of his hands and pinned the Belvomanian to the ground with a dull thud.

The look on Duo’s face matched Wufei’s as they but stared at each other for a while, as if trying to size each other up even more than they just had. Bored with the staring contest, Trowa cleared his throat and the two finally broke it off, Wufei letting the Aiko up yet not taking his eyes off of him.

“You look a mess Duo, how long have you been out here?” Quatre broke the silence. “You should get up to the house and clean up before Heero returns.”

Duo blinked at Quatre for a bit before nodding. “A warm bath does sound good. You guys coming up too?”

Trowa gave him a quiet nod. “Go on ahead of us.”

Duo gave them a quick smile before stepping down for the ring and making his way towards the house. One the Aiko was gone, Trowa turned back to Wufei. “Feel better, Chang?”

“No,” Chang grunted, replacing the two staffs back on the rack. “Worse, actually.”

“Why worse?” Quatre leaned against him, as if worried that the monk was soon going to take off after Duo to finish the job.

“He’s good, all things concerned,” Chang sighed. “Not great, Heero would still have no problem taking him if he had to, but good.”

“That doesn’t mean that Heero would Wufei. Remember, you use to think the same about Heero and Trowa spending time together.” Trowa remembered that. Back when they were kids, Trowa was actually better than Heero in many fields of combat //…that really was a long time ago//. That fact worried the younger Chang, to the point that they were not allowed alone together until Heero surpassed him. It didn’t take long, but it was a damper on their friendship: a friendship he owed a lot to.

Trowa remembered fondly when Heero had introduced him to his love. Back then, he never would have thought that he feeling would be returned by the handsome blonde. But, he dared to hope, got tipsy, and kissed the man. Ever since then, Trowa has never been able to get enough of his kitty Kat. The fact that they were still newlyweds didn’t help much either. Trowa was still getting use to the fact that they didn’t have to say goodbye to each other every night.

All of his happiness was because of Lord Yuy, and there was no way in hell he would let anyone ever endanger Heero. Which was what made sticking up for Duo all the more harder. In all reality, he agreed with Chang too, but the look in the eyes of his little love stopped him for agreeing out loud.

“That may be so, Winner, but Barton wasn’t sleeping with him every night.” Wufei retorted.

“You just said Heero would have no problem protecting himself if a problem arose, so why are we arguing?” Kat pouted. “And Quit calling me Winner, Wufei, its Quatre and you know it.”

“Yes, I know. Forgive me.” Wufei bowed. “I’m just a bit high strung as of now.” The monk sighed and looked up at the house. “You two go ahead, I will be up shortly. I’m going to meditate on this…situation.”

“Alright.” Kat shrugged at him, then took his hand and led Trowa up to the house. He could feel the happiness radiating off of Kat, proud that he won Wufei over. Trowa was happy for him; Quatre really did know how to read people well, and thank the Gods that he could. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be holding on to this hand right now.

Trowa gripped his love’s and a bit more and felt him respond in turn, making Trowa blush to himself //Oh Kat, if only you knew what you do to me//.


TBC…
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Yay! Another chapter! It’s a little short (for me at least), but oh well. Please Review! I live off of your comments!

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