Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Taming ❯ Duo Defends ( Chapter 5 )
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By: SweetasStrychnine 
Quatre had his bath and Duo proves his worth.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.11.2004 | Updated On: 03.11.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
Quatre had his bath and Duo proves his worth.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.11.2004 | Updated On: 03.11.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
It drives me crazy when I have a bunch of questions for the authors of stories that they never answer so I will answer the ones I was asked. So far, there haven't been many for this story but here goes:
Why is Duo a sex maniac?(why why?) The answer is, he isn't. Duo hides his pain through humor, which explains all the jokes about sex. He likes getting a reaction out of Heero. Also...you'll see.
Will Quatre ever start talking? Yes, yes he will. But not yet.
The thing with Quatre in the bathtub: I prolly should have made this more clear. The two men weren't scaring Quatre, but they inadvertently reminded him of a horrible past experience. They knew he was Trowa's because he was in Trowa's room.
Why is Duo obedient about food but nothing else? Well, he is supposed to have ONE flaw, which is his talking. He would never have been sold if he were totally disobedient.
Ahem, I don't own these characters. I never will ~sob~ its terrible. But if someone wanted to give them to me...or just Quatre...please?
"So...Quatre was pretty naked," Duo started as soon as they had left the room.
"He was naked. A person can't be more or less naked."
"Sure you can. What if you're just wearing socks?"
"Then you-" Heero realized what kind of conversation he was being dragged into and decided to change the subject. "What would you like to do today?"
"You."
A long pause for Heero to process that statement. "Ah, no. Do you like to read, or there are gardens...do you like to ride?" He noticed Duo's widening smile and quickly added, "horses."
"Spoilsport," Duo pouted. "Since you're not going to be any fun, what about going out then. A village near here or whatever, as long as I can get some fresh air."
"Alright."
The two men walked until they reached the nearby village and Duo instantly began bouncing around, trying to see everything at once. There were vendors lining the streets, each with a little stall displaying their wares and Duo felt the need to examine each one.
It was all Heero could do to keep track of the smaller man, he kept a firm grip on Duo's braid to make sure he didn't go too far. Heero knew that, as peaceful as the village looked, it could be dangerous to outsiders, especially those who were alone and he refused to allow anything to happen to Duo.
Duo was currently examining his reflection in a copper pot. Actually, he was using the opportunity to examine his master without appearing to do so. It looked like Heero was smiling. Well, Duo amended to himself, a Heero-smile wasn't much of a smile, but he looked happy enough. Heero's hand was securely clamped around his braid but Duo didn't mind. It gave him a sort of safe feeling. He looked back into the pot to admire his master once more and noticed a flicker of movement just behind him. Turning quickly and not noticing the wrench it caused his hair, Duo leapt at the figure behind Heero and knocked him to the ground.
Heero turned, shocked, to see his slave wrestle with a large, black-hooded figure. Duo straddled the man and furiously tugged at the knife in his hand. Heero belatedly released Duo's braid and went to help him disarm the other man. Together they managed to get the knife and subdue Heero's attacker. Duo leaned down from his perch on the man's chest to look him straight in the eyes. "Who hired you?" After not receiving an answer he shook the man and repeated his question. Again no answer. With one hand grasped in his hair, Duo slammed his head against the ground to force him to talk but he made no sound. Suddenly, the man's eyes widened and one hand came up to claw at his throat. Heero pulled Duo off of his prisoner, thinking that he was choking. Instantly, the man sat up, grabbed the knife from where it lay forgotten on the ground and slit his own throat.
Duo stepped back in time to avoid the splash of blood. He grimaced at the gore and took an interested look at his master, "So who's out to get you?"
Heero frowned. "I don't know."
Trowa was in agony and he wouldn't have traded it for anything. Every splash, every drip, every noise was his to enjoy and imagine what may have caused it. His back was respectfully facing the little slave but that didn't mean he couldn't imagine, did it? The squeak of flesh rubbing against the tub caused him to bite his lip to keep from moaning.
Quatre heard the muffled sound and smiled but tried to finish as quickly as he could. He dunked his head under water to clean the rest of the soap from it. Normally Quatre would not willingly do this but somehow, today, it didn't seem that bad. He was lucky, he thought, that Trowa had not tried anything yet but he knew that spending a lot of time naked, in the bath tub, would only be tempting fate. "Trowa wouldn't do anything," a small voice said. "Look, he isn't even watching you." Quatre risked a glance behind him and, sure enough, he was greeted with the back of Trowa's head. "I told you, he's a good man. You can trust him." A good man, the words didn't seem as impossible as they once would have. Quatre dunked his head once more and looked around for a towel. There appeared to be none. Quatre leaned over and tapped Trowa on the shoulder without thinking about it and turned brilliant red when he turned around. Well, Quatre thought as he dove back into the tub, that was badly planned.
Trowa was blushing as well. He had seen Quatre naked, through no fault of his own, and although he still felt guilty, and he was worried about what Quatre's reaction might be, he was happy. All that smooth white skin... and it was all *his*. Well, not his per se, but...Trowa stopped trying to rationalize and just concentrated on ingraining that memory in his brain forever.
Meanwhile, Quatre was concentrating on wishing the world would swallow him whole. He grabbed the towel and stood up, wrapping it around himself as fast as he could, his skin remaining the lobster red as he met Trowa's eyes.
"Sorry," Trowa said, reaching out to help the little blonde from the tub. With the small white hand in his, he led Quatre across the room and opened his trunk again. "Here, you can wear this. Just watch out for Duo if he gets excited."
Quatre nodded with a small smile, still blushing slightly.
"Actually," Trowa went on, "Heero and I thought that if you wanted to spend some time together...I know you're friends and since we'll be going home soon. To my home I mean...we thought you and Duo might want to spend time together because you might not see each other for a while once we separate."
Quatre looked up with gratitude. Trowa was considering his feelings?
"But if you want," Trowa continued, "you can stay with him. What I mean is, I know you two are friends but if you are ...more than friends...then I'd hate to keep you apart. If you want to stay with him then I can talk to Heero and one of us will-"
Trowa was cut off by a small hand being placed on his shoulder. He looked up to see Quatre shaking his head.
"You want to stay with me?"
Quatre nodded.
"Great. Great I was worried. Well not worried but..." Trowa belatedly stopped babbling and settled for smiling down at the small blonde. "I'm glad you don't want to leave."
Quatre smiled back at him and then Trowa turned around so he could change. Then they went out to the garden to wait for Heero and Duo's return.
The moment Heero and Duo returned, Duo was over to Quatre in a flash. "So this guy attacks Heero, right? And I was like 'Who do you work for?' and he was all, not talking 'cause I kept hitting his head on the ground but then I stopped and he might have talked but this one," Duo gestured to Heero with his thumb, "he let him get a knife and he slit his throat." Duo was silent for a moment. "The guy slit his own throat, not Heero's 'cause I wouldn't let that happen. He's too cute to die."
Duo kept talking as Heero and Trowa moved away from the other men slightly to give them some privacy and to have some themselves. "You were attacked?"
"Yes. There was only one this time and Duo took care of him."
"Duo did?"
"Yeah. Zechs said they were trained in defense and he wasn't exaggerating. At least, not in Duo's case."
"But who would attack you? Do you know of any enemies that-"
"No. But it could have just been a pickpocket. The market is not exactly the safest place to go." Neither man was convinced.
"I'm glad you have Duo with you. He seems like he'd be worth the noise." Trowa paused to look at the braided man talking loudly and bouncing on his toes. "Probably."
Heero smiled faintly. "Yeah." He also looked at the two slaves. "They really do seem happy together."
Trowa looked at Heero in surprise. He cared that... "But they aren't *together,*" he said.
"No?" Heero didn't realize how interested he sounded.
"No," Trowa laughed inwardly. Years of knowing Heero had taught him to read his friend and Trowa knew, probably before Heero himself did: Heero had it baaaad.
Why is Duo a sex maniac?(why why?) The answer is, he isn't. Duo hides his pain through humor, which explains all the jokes about sex. He likes getting a reaction out of Heero. Also...you'll see.
Will Quatre ever start talking? Yes, yes he will. But not yet.
The thing with Quatre in the bathtub: I prolly should have made this more clear. The two men weren't scaring Quatre, but they inadvertently reminded him of a horrible past experience. They knew he was Trowa's because he was in Trowa's room.
Why is Duo obedient about food but nothing else? Well, he is supposed to have ONE flaw, which is his talking. He would never have been sold if he were totally disobedient.
Ahem, I don't own these characters. I never will ~sob~ its terrible. But if someone wanted to give them to me...or just Quatre...please?
"So...Quatre was pretty naked," Duo started as soon as they had left the room.
"He was naked. A person can't be more or less naked."
"Sure you can. What if you're just wearing socks?"
"Then you-" Heero realized what kind of conversation he was being dragged into and decided to change the subject. "What would you like to do today?"
"You."
A long pause for Heero to process that statement. "Ah, no. Do you like to read, or there are gardens...do you like to ride?" He noticed Duo's widening smile and quickly added, "horses."
"Spoilsport," Duo pouted. "Since you're not going to be any fun, what about going out then. A village near here or whatever, as long as I can get some fresh air."
"Alright."
The two men walked until they reached the nearby village and Duo instantly began bouncing around, trying to see everything at once. There were vendors lining the streets, each with a little stall displaying their wares and Duo felt the need to examine each one.
It was all Heero could do to keep track of the smaller man, he kept a firm grip on Duo's braid to make sure he didn't go too far. Heero knew that, as peaceful as the village looked, it could be dangerous to outsiders, especially those who were alone and he refused to allow anything to happen to Duo.
Duo was currently examining his reflection in a copper pot. Actually, he was using the opportunity to examine his master without appearing to do so. It looked like Heero was smiling. Well, Duo amended to himself, a Heero-smile wasn't much of a smile, but he looked happy enough. Heero's hand was securely clamped around his braid but Duo didn't mind. It gave him a sort of safe feeling. He looked back into the pot to admire his master once more and noticed a flicker of movement just behind him. Turning quickly and not noticing the wrench it caused his hair, Duo leapt at the figure behind Heero and knocked him to the ground.
Heero turned, shocked, to see his slave wrestle with a large, black-hooded figure. Duo straddled the man and furiously tugged at the knife in his hand. Heero belatedly released Duo's braid and went to help him disarm the other man. Together they managed to get the knife and subdue Heero's attacker. Duo leaned down from his perch on the man's chest to look him straight in the eyes. "Who hired you?" After not receiving an answer he shook the man and repeated his question. Again no answer. With one hand grasped in his hair, Duo slammed his head against the ground to force him to talk but he made no sound. Suddenly, the man's eyes widened and one hand came up to claw at his throat. Heero pulled Duo off of his prisoner, thinking that he was choking. Instantly, the man sat up, grabbed the knife from where it lay forgotten on the ground and slit his own throat.
Duo stepped back in time to avoid the splash of blood. He grimaced at the gore and took an interested look at his master, "So who's out to get you?"
Heero frowned. "I don't know."
Trowa was in agony and he wouldn't have traded it for anything. Every splash, every drip, every noise was his to enjoy and imagine what may have caused it. His back was respectfully facing the little slave but that didn't mean he couldn't imagine, did it? The squeak of flesh rubbing against the tub caused him to bite his lip to keep from moaning.
Quatre heard the muffled sound and smiled but tried to finish as quickly as he could. He dunked his head under water to clean the rest of the soap from it. Normally Quatre would not willingly do this but somehow, today, it didn't seem that bad. He was lucky, he thought, that Trowa had not tried anything yet but he knew that spending a lot of time naked, in the bath tub, would only be tempting fate. "Trowa wouldn't do anything," a small voice said. "Look, he isn't even watching you." Quatre risked a glance behind him and, sure enough, he was greeted with the back of Trowa's head. "I told you, he's a good man. You can trust him." A good man, the words didn't seem as impossible as they once would have. Quatre dunked his head once more and looked around for a towel. There appeared to be none. Quatre leaned over and tapped Trowa on the shoulder without thinking about it and turned brilliant red when he turned around. Well, Quatre thought as he dove back into the tub, that was badly planned.
Trowa was blushing as well. He had seen Quatre naked, through no fault of his own, and although he still felt guilty, and he was worried about what Quatre's reaction might be, he was happy. All that smooth white skin... and it was all *his*. Well, not his per se, but...Trowa stopped trying to rationalize and just concentrated on ingraining that memory in his brain forever.
Meanwhile, Quatre was concentrating on wishing the world would swallow him whole. He grabbed the towel and stood up, wrapping it around himself as fast as he could, his skin remaining the lobster red as he met Trowa's eyes.
"Sorry," Trowa said, reaching out to help the little blonde from the tub. With the small white hand in his, he led Quatre across the room and opened his trunk again. "Here, you can wear this. Just watch out for Duo if he gets excited."
Quatre nodded with a small smile, still blushing slightly.
"Actually," Trowa went on, "Heero and I thought that if you wanted to spend some time together...I know you're friends and since we'll be going home soon. To my home I mean...we thought you and Duo might want to spend time together because you might not see each other for a while once we separate."
Quatre looked up with gratitude. Trowa was considering his feelings?
"But if you want," Trowa continued, "you can stay with him. What I mean is, I know you two are friends but if you are ...more than friends...then I'd hate to keep you apart. If you want to stay with him then I can talk to Heero and one of us will-"
Trowa was cut off by a small hand being placed on his shoulder. He looked up to see Quatre shaking his head.
"You want to stay with me?"
Quatre nodded.
"Great. Great I was worried. Well not worried but..." Trowa belatedly stopped babbling and settled for smiling down at the small blonde. "I'm glad you don't want to leave."
Quatre smiled back at him and then Trowa turned around so he could change. Then they went out to the garden to wait for Heero and Duo's return.
The moment Heero and Duo returned, Duo was over to Quatre in a flash. "So this guy attacks Heero, right? And I was like 'Who do you work for?' and he was all, not talking 'cause I kept hitting his head on the ground but then I stopped and he might have talked but this one," Duo gestured to Heero with his thumb, "he let him get a knife and he slit his throat." Duo was silent for a moment. "The guy slit his own throat, not Heero's 'cause I wouldn't let that happen. He's too cute to die."
Duo kept talking as Heero and Trowa moved away from the other men slightly to give them some privacy and to have some themselves. "You were attacked?"
"Yes. There was only one this time and Duo took care of him."
"Duo did?"
"Yeah. Zechs said they were trained in defense and he wasn't exaggerating. At least, not in Duo's case."
"But who would attack you? Do you know of any enemies that-"
"No. But it could have just been a pickpocket. The market is not exactly the safest place to go." Neither man was convinced.
"I'm glad you have Duo with you. He seems like he'd be worth the noise." Trowa paused to look at the braided man talking loudly and bouncing on his toes. "Probably."
Heero smiled faintly. "Yeah." He also looked at the two slaves. "They really do seem happy together."
Trowa looked at Heero in surprise. He cared that... "But they aren't *together,*" he said.
"No?" Heero didn't realize how interested he sounded.
"No," Trowa laughed inwardly. Years of knowing Heero had taught him to read his friend and Trowa knew, probably before Heero himself did: Heero had it baaaad.