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" Taking it All "Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: angst and lemon (so far) Pairings: 1x3x1, 3+4 Disclaimer: I don't own GW or the characters, though I'd like to. You can try to sue me for messing up their lives royaly, but all you'll get is my cat that looks like Trowa, but named Duo. Author's note: This is probably the first fic that I started posting before finsihing it. . .so it may take a little longer to get everything up than usual. . .but I hope you enjoy it, and hopefully your requests will push me to finish it. . .since I haven't finished one in a loooooooooong time. Kudos
"Taking it All "
Chapter 7 The kisses were tender, and unrushed. There was a certain sweetness to them that no other man could replace. If he could, Trowa would never stop kissing them, however he had to as he dissolved into a coughing fit. The deep blue eyes watched him in concern as he sat up straight and reached for the cough syrup. "I just keep ruining it, don't I?" Trowa wondered as he twisted the top and poured its contents into the cap. "It's not entirely your fault." Trowa laid down after drinking his normal dosage. Their lips met briefly, and Trowa welcomed the change from arguing last night. Trowa closed his eyes and enjoyed the familiar touch. "Stay with me tonight." He wanted to. . .hearing the request was extremely encouraging. The kisses to follow only aided that encouragement. At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Both men looked up in time for the door to open and Rashid stood on the threshold. He hesitated only a moment before clearing his throat and announcing that Heero had arrived, and was waiting in the sitting room. No further reason to be there, Rashid turned and left the two to themselves. Trowa's gaze turned toward Quatre's features. He wasn't happy about this. "Kitten-" "You don't even like basketball Trowa. . .neither of you do, so why go?" Quatre sat up straight, leaving his back to the Latin. It tore at Trowa. Hearing Quatre's tone was enough to let him know that his boyfriend was suspicious. Trowa pushed to an upright position. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around Quatre's waist and pulled him close. "We never really gave it a chance. The tickets were free." "Then why doesn't he take Duo? Duo loves basketball." "He didn't know that Duo was going to be back. . .aside, Duo already made plans with Wu Fei. If you truly don't want me to go, then just say it." Quatre's gaze lowered to the blankets. He wanted more than anything to tell Trowa not to go, however, if he did he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. He didn't want to tell Trowa what to do. That would be trying to control him. "Do what you want." "I don't want you angry with me." "I'm not. You're still sick, and I'll worry about you getting worse; that's all." "I'll be fine. I always am." Quatre lightly placed his hand over Trowa's and rubbed the chilled fingers slightly. "I love you Trowa." Trowa tenderly kissed the back of Quatre's head. "I just want you to be happy." "I am." Quatre bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from screaming, wanting to know why his lover would turn to Heero if he really was happy? Instead, he kept quietly cursing Heero's existence. "If it bothers you so badly, then I won't go." Quatre shifted in his spot to face Trowa. He must still care a little if he was willing to cancel plans with Heero. Without another word, Trowa pushed from the bed, pulled on his pants from earlier and left the room. After closing the door, he sighed deeply, wondering what he was going to do. No doubt, Heero would be a little upset over this. He wasn't looking forward to telling his man mistress about canceling. His pace to the room was slower than normal. As Rashid had informed, the Japanese man was standing near the entrance. He turned just as Trowa entered and was overwhelmed with the feeling that something was wrong. Trowa inhaled deeply and attempted to not allow Heero's features to affect his choice. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure how to start. "I hope you plan on wearing more than that." Heero stated after noting that Trowa was wearing only pants. "About that. . ." Heero could only stared at first. That was a first. Usually Trowa was so happy about seeing and spending time with him. "Are you feeling that badly?" "No. . .it's just that. . .Quatre's. . .he's really upset over my going." "So you're going to-" Heero stopped himself. He probably shouldn't say what he started. "If it's what you want." "You're upset." "No. I'm fine. I understand." Heero turned to leave and Trowa was consumed with guilt. He didn't want to cancel on his lover, but leaving his boyfriend upset wasn't acceptable either. "Heero, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you." "Trowa, it's really okay. Your boyfriend comes first." If it was true, then why did he sound so hurt? Not wanting him to leave in this mood, Trowa grabbed his hand. When he spoke again, it was only for Heero to hear. "I don't know what to do. I don't want you to go, but I can't leave him like this." "You're the only one that can solve this." Heero whispered as he pulled one of the two tickets from his coat pocket to slip into Trowa's. "But I'm still going, if you change your mind." Trowa nodded as he stared into Heero's eyes. He wanted to go. Heero asked for the night off so he could spend it with Trowa. The game was insignificant. It only served as a cover, so missing it wasn't a big deal for Heero. . .spending time with Trowa was. Suddenly, Heero's eyes shifted toward the room's entrance. He didn't need to see Quatre to know he was there. He never really thought the blonde to spy on them himself, but that only proved just how much was unknown of the Arab. He was just coming to witness his victory. The thought disgusted Heero. "I'll see you tomorrow." Heero stated in his normal tone. Trowa reluctantly released his hand and walked him to the door. Just as he was on the threshold, Quatre pulled from hiding. A smile was present on his lips as he glanced over Heero's form. "Good evening Heero." He cooed happily, but the fact that Trowa chose to be with him tonight, rather than Heero was the real reason behind his smile. The Japanese man nodded as his return greeting. Qutare's blue eyes shifted to Trowa. "Why don't you go ahead and go to the game with Heero?" Quatre offered without losing his politeness. It confused Trowa. A few moments ago, he could have sworn Quatre was ready to cry; now he was acting as cheerful as always. "Kitten-" "I know I might have over reacted, but I'm fine now, and I don't mind your going." He stepped over to Trowa and clasp both his hands over the taller man's. "Beside, I can spend time with you when you get home. So go have fun." That said, he kissed Trowa's lips. Heero turned from the scene. Is that the reason behind his change of mind? To prove that Trowa was still mainly his? Heero clenched his fist and grit his teeth. Even knowing that Quatre was his official boyfriend, it still hurt. Suddenly remembering that Heero was still there, Trowa attempted to unhurriedly pull from Quatre's lips. However, the blonde didn't seem too cooperative as he pulled Trowa back. Let Heero suffer. After all, he was the one that lead Trowa astray. Even after Trowa managed to pull away, Quatre stole another kiss. "If we're going, we should go." Heero's voice ended what Quatre didn't allow Trowa to end. "It started snowing." He stated and left. He didn't want to see anymore of them like that. Had it been last year, witnessing such a scene would have mildly annoyed him; now he was full fledged angry. It was an anger he hadn't felt before, and was only caused by seeing them together. Heero climbed into the car to wait for Trowa. No doubt, the couple had been having sex before Heero's arrival. Trowa's half naked body proved that. Without wanting to, he wondered what Trowa felt every time he and Quatre kissed. He had noticed that Quatre didn't leave Trowa breathless, as Heero always succeed in doing. For nearly as long as they've been together, Trowa and Quatre were always affectionate to one another. . .overly affectionate, for Heero's taste. To him, it didn't seem right that after being together for three years, a couple still kissed during greetings and parting. Especially someone with Trowa's back ground. A man raised with barely any physical contact throughout his life should have a little problem with accepting it all at once. Then again, it was Trowa. He normally did whatever someone told him. He had always been a follower, with little to no complaints. It's not that Trowa was ignorant enough to do as everyone said, he was merely a people pleaser, which was why Heero refused to tell Trowa how much he cared. Telling the Latin would only trigger him to go out of his way again, to attempt satisfying both Heero and Quatre. Heero didn't want to tell Trowa what to do, he wanted his lover to decide something on his own. If the choice turned out to be him, then he wanted it naturally. The front door of the mansion opened and Trowa stepped out. Quatre tailed him to the car, telling him to keep warm, and if he felt sick to come home. Heero chuckled to himself. Times like this made him wonder if Quatre was actually a mother. "I'm sorry." They were the first words from
Trowa's mouth after climbing into the car. Heero laughed and magically,
all his anguish vanished. He wasn't sure why, but hearing Trowa completely
guilt ridden like that was amusing. ~ * ~ Chapter
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