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" Welcome Home "Written By: Emerald Pillow
Warnings: supernatural; angst; yaoi; lemon(s);
i think that's it... Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing...blah, blah,blah...yeah, i'm poor. Pairings: 1x3x1, 5x2 Rating: NC 17
Welcome Home Part 8
"Well, you sure are getting close." "What?" Now it was Wu Fei's turn to stop. "I seen the way you were looking at him yesterday." "I don't know what you're talking about." Wu Fei stated and returned to work. "Right. . .then why are you blushing?" The embarrassed boy turned from the question. "Stop beating around the bush and just tell him what you feel. You keep playing around and he might lose interest. You know how quickly that happens." "Exactly." ". . Hn?. ." "Never mind." "Wu-. . ." Trowa didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as the shingle he was kneeling on started to slide down. The unexpected movement caught Trowa off guard, and he fell forward, hitting his chest against the hammer he was using. The blow knocked the breath out of him; causing him to be temporarily paralyzed. "Barton!" Wu Fei lunged forward in an attempt to snatch a part of Trowa before the Latin would fall off the roof. His finger tips brushed against the tanned flesh, but couldn't hold. As Trowa slid down the roof, the shingles gave way easily. He regained composure in time to grab a hold of the gutter. "Barton, are you okay?" Wu Fei asked, standing up. "A little help." Trowa called and started to pull himself up. Suddenly his body numbed. Without warning, the gutter creaked of old age and snapped. The Latin fell the two stories right into Heero's awaiting arms. Even while in Heero's arms, he couldn't move. The colbat eyes looked down at him. "You're being clumsy today." He stated bluntly as Duo and Quatre emerged from the house. "What happened?" Quatre asked while Duo looked up at the roof to see Wu Fei still standing there. Duo looked over at the thin boy. "Are you okay?" He wondered. "What do you think happened today?" Quatre asked as he crawled under the sheets next to Duo. "The shingle gave out. You heard what he and Wu Fei said." "But, we are talking about Trowa, Duo. It's not like him to just fall." The Arab informed and Duo turned his back to the blonde. In truth, he didn't feel like thinking about it. He was more or less tired, and wanted to sleep, not discuss the roof incident. "Doesn't it seem odd that in one day, a mirror broke over him and he fell off the roof." "What are you trying to say? The house is getting back at him for insulting it?" Duo laughed at the ideal. "In that case, I say 'go house' give him a good one for me." "Duo!" "I was just kidding. Jeez, everyone has off days Q. Today just happened to have been his. It's nothing to worry about. Good night." "Good night Duo." Quatre turned on his side so that his back was to his friend. Though Duo was only kidding about the house's revenge, he wondered what the possibility of it having some truth stood. Wu Fei had told him that everyone they came across so far believed the house to be haunted. None of the other guys would believe it for a moment. They were too much of surrealist. . .Quatre, on the other hand, could feel that there was something about the old structure that just wasn't right. After a few minutes of thinking, he turned on his other side to stare at Duo's back. The American was already deep asleep. The peaceful breathing was a sure fire sign of that. Quatre attempted to follow suit, but once again, he couldn't. The first night he slept there, he had spent the whole night tossing and turning. He hadn't fallen asleep until early morning sunlight had started to seep through the windows. Throughout the night, he had jumped at every sound; and felt that someone or something had been in the room with them, watching them. He lost count of how many times he could have sworn that he had glimpse someone standing, or walking around in the room. Presently, as he scooted closer to his braided friend, he had a feeling that tonight was going to be the same way. He tried to focus on Duo's easy breathing to coax him to slumber. He closed his eyes and told himself that they were really at Duo's apartment back in the Colonies. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard a creaking, as if a door was being opened. Sitting up in bed, he looked over at the door of the bed room. The creaking continued, but that wasn't the door being opened. The sapphires then turned toward the closet. The closet door was wide open and a white glowing form could be seen emerging from it. Quatre's eyes widen in shock and amazement. The form was heading toward the bed; the closer it came, the more defined the features were. It was a teenage girl. Quatre guessed that she was about fifteen. She had purple eyes and long wavy brown hair. Her eyes were set on Duo, and seemed oblivious to Quatre's presence. Swallowing hard, Quatre began lightly slapping Duo's back. All the while, he kept his eyes to the ghostly girl. "What Q?" Duo muttered, half awake, half asleep. "Stop hitting me. Quatre!" As Duo sat up in bed, the ghost sank into the floor. "What?" He asked again, looking at the unusually paler features of the blonde. "What's wrong?" Quatre turned slowly to look at Duo. "I saw a ghost." He whispered. "What?" "It was a girl, she came from the closet." As he pointed at the indicated spot, he realized that the door was now closed. Duo looked over at the closed door, then back at his friend. "Maybe you were dreaming." "No. I was awake. Just like now." "Then where is she?" "She disappeared into the floor." Duo's eye brow arched. "Are you sure you weren't dreaming?" Quatre nodded. "This place is haunted. . .then that could mean that Trowa. . ."
"Heero." He moaned softly as his manhood was gripped and roughly stroked. Just as he was becoming slightly aroused, the touching ceased. "Don't stop." He whispered softly. "Don't stop what?" The emerald eyes flew open as he sat up in bed. Heero was standing on the threshold of the bed room, holding a candle in his left hand. Trowa then looked to his right to find that he was alone in bed. "Trowa are you okay?" Heero questioned and climbed into bed next to his boyfriend. "Where were you?" Trowa wondered aloud. "Pissing. Why?" "I thought you were. . ." He couldn't finish his sentence. It was just too absurd. "You thought I was, what?" "Jerking me off." Heero appeared surprised. "I must have been dreaming." Trowa added as an after thought. "It doesn't have to be a dream." Heero assured as he reached under the sheets and gripped the slightly harden erection. Trowa laid back against the pillows as he concentrated on reality. . .the strong hand stroking him from base to tip. Wanting to return the pleasure, Trowa's hand found the front of Heero's jeans. He worked to remove the nuisance. As it was tossed aside, Heero climbed on top of the Latin. They continued to pump each other in unison as their lips met. The tip of their harden manhood brushed together as there was a knock on the bed room door. Both boys stopped and started into each other's eyes. They each wondered what anyone would want at this time of night. A second knock occurred before the door was pushed open. Duo could be seen peeking around the large oak door. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." He stated as he noticed the positions in the dim light. "What now?" Trowa sneered, as he attempted to control his anger. It seemed that Duo always knew when they were having sex. For as long as he and Heero had been together, the American always interrupted at the wrong time; thus the reason he was always angered at Duo. "Actually, it's my fault." Quatre explained as he side stepped around his friend. "I wanted to make sure that the two of you were okay." "Why wouldn't we be?" Heero wondered and slid off his lover, while staying under the sheets. "I. . .I just. . ." "Q, thinks he saw a ghost and believes the whole place is haunted. After what happened today, he thinks that the ghost are after Trowa." Heero looked over at his boyfriend. "Why would they be after me?" Trowa asked in confusion. "Because you keep insulting the house." Duo barked. "Not to mention you tried to deface it." "I told you that I was planning to put it back." Trowa shot back. "That's not the reason I think the ghost are after you Trowa." Quatre stated. "In truth, I'm not sure why, but I can just feel that they are. . .especially after what happened today with the mirror and the roof." "There's no such things as ghost." Heero assured. "You were probably dreaming when you believed that you seen what you saw. . .or maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you." "No." Quatre shook his head. "I wasn't asleep." "How can you believe in such bull shit?" Heero questioned, and Quatre didn't respond. He knew better than to try to convince Heero that the house was haunted. "I'm sorry that we bugged you." The Arab spoke softly before turning to leave. Duo glanced at Heero for a second before closing the door and following his friend. Trowa stared at the closed door. Suddenly, he wondered just how much truth was held in what was said. It would explain the incident with the mirror last night. . .and the strange feeling he had when he had fallen from the roof earlier that day. He didn't tell Heero about how his body unexplainably numbed after he grabbed the gutter. Maybe it was a ghost that was rubbing on him several minutes ago. Besides, Heero didn't know Quatre as well as he did. Heero wasn't aware of the sixth sense that the blonde held. "Trowa?" He looked up at the sound of his name. "What's wrong?. . .don't tell me that you believe what he was saying." Trowa didn't respond. . .he only stared down at the sheets.
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