Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Obsession ❯ Obsession ( One-Shot )

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+ is friendship, x is . . . well, you know

Warnings: 3+C, 3x4, 3x3, LEMON masturbation scene, INCEST (not 3xC,

which should clue you off to the whole plot). Sally's a bit peppy,

but I'm having difficulty channeling her right now. Oh and Barton

has ISSUES!

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"Preventer Barton?" Trowa looked up. Sally was standing

next to his desk, smiling. "The results of that blood test you

wanted have just come in. Do you want the good news here?"

"No, I'd prefer to discuss this in private."

"Step into my office then. I can guarantee, it's one of the

only places in HQ that I'm sure hasn't been bugged yet. Well, that

and Une's office, but I think she's conducting a meeting with Yuy and

Duo right now." They walked down the hall to the medical wing.

After Sally closed the door to her office, they sat down and her

smile got even broader. "Do you want me to tell you or do you want

to read it yourself?"

"I'll read it myself if you don't mind." She passed the

folder over to him, after taking a few sheets from it. He read it

then nodded. "So Cathy is my sister . . . must be fate."

"Or just a freaky coincidence!" Her smile took a mischievous

cast. "But wait, that's not all!"

"Hm."

"Don't be like that! Anyways, when we were scanning your

genetic fingerprint, we compared it to everyone in HQ, just to see if

we could find anything. We found some matches."

"Not with Maxwell, I hope."

"No such luck. Duo is apparently a first cousin to you and

Cathy. I don't expect either of you to remember how he ended up on

L2, but it would be nice for both of you to finally have a family."

"Not if it includes Shinigami." She gave him a shocked

look. "I'm just joking. While there are indubtly more sane people

out there, I can think of very few people more deserving of a family

than Maxwell."

"Yes, well, there's still one more surprise." She waited a

beat for a reaction but got none. Sighing she passed over the last

few papers. He looked them over, but she had left out the final

summary, so he turned back to her with a questioning look; a simple

raised eyebrow in his case. "You have a half-brother!"

"Hm?"

"You need to talk more. Anyway, if you could read those,

you'd see that you share between 1/4 to 1/2 of your DNA, and all of

your mDNA with Catherine. Your not full siblings with her, but you

share the same mother. Your father was someone else, and it's from

him that you get the other half of the sequence."

"Cut to the point. Who is it?"

"You'll never guess." She waited. "And you won't even try

apparently. It's Quatre." He suddenly paled. "Are you alright?

You paled all of a sudden."

"Y-yes, I'm fine" he said, quickly pulling himself

together. "It just comes as a shock. I never expected to be related

to the richest man in space."

She nodded. "It is surprising. You're a few years older

than Kat according to your bone scan, about the same age as

Catherine. You might have been conceived before Iman Winner married

Quaterine Reberba."

"I need to think about this." With that he quickly left

Sally's office.

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On the way back from the library, he encountered Duo. "Yo

dude, que pasa? You look like you've just seen your own ghost."

"I received some shocking news today."

"N'thing I can help you with?"

"I had a blood test done. It turns out that Kathy really is

my sister."

"Cool dude, even if it is a surprise. You should go lay

down."

"That's not all." He seemed to make an effort at pulling

himself together. "It turns out your my cousin." Duo was stunned

speechless. "You, Kathy and myself all share the same mDNA. We're

first cousins on our mother's side."

"Wow . . . dude, no wonder you looked poleaxed. I think I

need to sit down somewhere." He shook his head. "One question, I

can understand being related to Kathy, but how the hell am I related

to an emotionless scarecrow like you?" Trowa merely shrugged his

shoulders and continued to his room, leaving the bewildered Duo

behind.

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Trowa got to his room and quickly shut the door behind him

with a sigh. He made his way over to the bed and sat down, before

picking up the phone and dialing. "Kathy?"

#Oh Trowa! I wasn't expecting to hear from you till the end

of the week. Is something wrong? Do you need me to come over?#

"Nothing's wrong." He shifted slightly. "Kathy . . . do you

remember asking me about a blood test?"

#Yeah. You said you didn't want to know. Bad enough if you

were, worse if you weren't, but I didn't understand-#

"I changed my mind."

#You have? That's great! Look, I'll arrange for a week off

and we can-#

"Slow down Kathy. Actually, I've already had it done."

#Really? But how??#

"The blood you donated to the Preventors last time you were

here. I took a small sample of that and had it compared to everyone

in Preventors HQ."

#Cool. What were the results?#

"You're my sister."

#I knew it! IknewitIknewitIknewit! I knew it! Wow, this is

so remarkable!#

"Duo's our first cousin."

#Duo?#

"On our mother's side."

#Duo, that's the violet eyed pilot, the one with the braid?#

"Yes. Listen Kathy, this has come as a shock to me, I wasn't

expecting the results. I need to lie down and think about this for a

while."

#Oh, OK. I'll call you later tonight, or perhaps tomorrow

then. Hope you'll feel better then. 'Bye.#

"Bye" He put the phone down. All of a sudden he felt so

tired. He thought back to what he had read. ~I'm about four years

older that Quatre and a year older than Catherine. Iman Winner

married Quaterine Reberba a year after I was born.~ He kicked off

his shoes and lay fully on the bed. ~What happened? Was it a one

night stand or something else? Did he know I existed? If he didn't,

did Daphne Bloom know that I was Winner's child instead of her

husband's? If she did, why didn't she ever tell Winner? And if

Winner knew, why did he never do anything about it?~

~But that's not the real problem.~ He felt a knife twist his

insides. ~Quatre . . .~ He curled up in a fetal position. ~What

do I do now? Do I tell him about this? He'd like having a brother,

having someone to turn to. But this could jeopardize his position as

CEO of WE. Another, older son of Iman Winner would have equal claim

to the position as he has. I know nothing about the workings of

buisness, so it's better that he remain where he is. And how would I

explain to Kathy, that our mother once cheated on her father with the

richest man in Space.~

"Stop it Nanashi." He said aloud. He was suddenly grateful

that he, like Une, regularly swept his rooms for bugs. No one would

witness this self-confession. "That's not the real problem. I could

just tell Kathy and Quatre, there wouldn't be any need to worry about

this leaking to the press." ~No, Nanashi, the real problem is that

if you tell Quatre, he'll never look at you the way you want him

too.~ Guilt stabbed at him. ~You'll never get what you want then.

You'll never get to hold him the way you want to, touch him the way

you want to. He'll never look up at you with desire in his eyes.

He'll never look at you . . . the way you look at him.~ He felt a

rush go through him. ~Stop it! I can't think about this right now.

I need sleep; my head will be clearer after I've slept on this issue.~

He reached down and pulled the turtleneck over his head. The

brush of fabric and cool air over his nipples sent another rush

through his body. Something warm began to build itself below his

stomach. His hands, of their own volition began to wander over his

body. ~I shouldn't be thinking like this!~ he chastised himself. ~I

never thought of Kathy this way!~ He paused. ~Never Kathy, no. But

Quatre . . .~ His thoughts echoed back to earlier. ~I shouldn't

look at him this way~ An image of Quatre, smiling up at him, shyly

peeking through his unruly bangs rose in front of his closed eyes.

He gasped.

*But you want to. You want him to.*

~He's my brother!~ He thought back to the mercenaries. *So

he is. So they were. Didn't stop you then, did it?* What he

did . . . what he wanted to do again . . .

*You want that. You want to hold him.* His hands swept up

again, feeling Quatre's body against his. He licked his lips. *You

want to know what he tastes like.* He thought about it. He imagined

kissing Quatre, plundering his mouth ruthlessly. Lust swept sharply

through him, leaving him aching.

~Stop this! He's an innocent! I can't corrupt him like this!

~

*What would he taste like? Raspberry tea and lemon drops and

what else?* He brought a hand up and sucked on one finger. *What

does innocence taste like?*

~I'll never do this! I'll never tell him!~

*No one needs to know. You could hold him like this, and no

one would be the wiser.* His hands swept down again, the one he had

been sucking twirling the hard nubs of his nipples, the other tracing

the muscles of his abdomen. He imagined they were Quatre's hands,

delicate and uncertain. "Christ . . . Quatre . . ."

~I've always wanted to have a family with him, but not like

this!~ That voice seemed to be getting weaker as the other gained

strength. *How does he appear when aroused? Does he blush, do his

eyes change to stormy blue or a deep navy? Does he moan when you

touch him or does he gasp and whimper?* Arousal refused to be

checked any more and the hand at his abdomen stroked down to cup

himself through his jeans. *Imagine touching him like this. Would

his eyes widen or flutter close? Would he press into the touch or

reach up to your face?* His other hand reached up, imitating his

fantasy. Fully into it, he could see Quatre in front of him. Face

flushed, breathing deeply, staring at him as if he was the most

important thing in the world. "Please . . ." he whispered, not

knowing to who or what he plead to.

*Imagine making him yours. Taking that innocence, claiming

it for your own.* He unzipped his pants. Stroking himself, he saw

Quatre, naked before him, writhing in ecstasy. Eyes glowing bright

with desire. He imagined plunging into that willing body, satisfying

his tawdry desires. His hand tightened and he moaned, skin hot and

sensitive from arousal. ~No! Do you want to stain him with your sin

like this?~ But the guilt did nothing to diminish his ardor, rather,

it only sharpened his lust to a razor edge. The mental pain and the

physical pleasure mixed and twined together 'til he could not

separate the two. "Yyyeeesss . . ." he hissed in answer to his

internal voices. He thrust into his hand, arching his back, muscles

straining with tension.

~This is wrong!~

*You've lost.* That's all he had time to think before a

white wave washed the world away from him and he screamed.

Aftershocks continued to lap at his body after his orgasm, leaving

him weak and trembling with pleasure. When he had recovered a bit,

he looked down at the semen covering his hand. ~I promised to

protect you from everything, Quatre. Will I now have to protect you

from myself?~

~Niu Shiy-Ue

PS. Yes, you will Trowa. But I wouldn't trust you with this mission.

PPS. I figured out what my problem is. Although 3x4 is my favorite

pairing in GW, Trowa is one of my least favorite characters. I like

Quatre best, followed by Noin, Duo and Dorothy. Trowa rates down

there with Trieze and Zechs, although Zechs still is my kill-off

character for GW. Sad that the woman who stabbed Quatre rates higher

than his lover.