GW drabbles
Crumble
Pairing:1x2x4
For wildchildcait
Maybe it was because it had been Duo the one who had reminded him of the importance of family and how lucky he was to have at least one living parent, or because Heero was the one who had let him grieve the loss that Quatre had let his mask crumble before them.
He hadn't meant to. He hadn't even mentioned it was the anniversary of his father's death, and he had acted as normally as he could while they all had lunch. But Heero had remembered and he just had to share a look with Duo to let the other know something was wrong. They hadn't finished eating when Heero and Duo stood up and put their arms around Quatre. They remained quiet just giving Quatre their love and support and it was all Quatre needed to let himself cry.
It was unfair to do so when he had had a father and Heero and Duo hadn't. He felt again like the rich kid flaunting all the things he had in front of those lacking and he hated that feeling more than anything. He apologized weakly between tears, hoping they would understand he didn't mean to be inconsiderate, he didn't mean to cry…
They moved him to the couch, held him and kissed him and repeated over and over again that it was okay to grieve, that he wasn't hurting them with his tears. It took all night but when morning came and they were still by his side, looking at him with concerned in their eyes instead of hurt, he believed them… and smiled.
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Wingman
Pairing: 1x2
For merith
" Masterminds" universe
Heero was heading to his chemistry class in the lab when he saw the end of a familiar braid disappear around a corner. He stopped, checked his watch and knowing he would probably regret it he went the way he assumed Duo had… just to run into an empty corridor.
"Duo?" He looked up, checking to see if the panels in the ceiling had been moved. They hadn't.
"Heero! You scared me, man!"
It took Heero a moment to notice Duo's head coming out of a small shaft on the wall, centimeters over the floor.
"Do I want to know?" Heero asked wearily.
"Keep an eye on the corridor," said Duo before his head disappeared again into the shaft.
Dutifully Heero stood by the opening and kept his eyes trained on the now empty corridor. He had suspected he wouldn't make it in time for class. "How much detention will we get if we get caught?"
"None." Duo's voice was muffled with the echo of the shaft. "We won't get caught."
Heero loosened his tie a bit and leaned on the wall. Duo might get away with it but Heero was already in trouble for not being at the lab, however, he was sure that it would be considerably less trouble than what Duo would get if for whatever he was doing. "What was so urgent that you couldn't wait for someone to be your wingman?"
They had all gotten into trouble enough times but Quatre had actually kept count of the times it had been because they did whatever it was alone. It was considerably more than when they had a wingman, or four…
"Wufei's birthday."
Heero waited for Duo to elaborate.
"He's in history class now, with the guy who won't let him speak."
"He always does anyway," interrupted Heero.
"Yeah, and gets detention for it. Well, not today." As soon as those words were spoken the lights blinked twice, three times, and kept blinking, like if they were in a club instead of a school. Duo's head came out and Heero moved to the side, watching as Duo quickly exited the shaft, toolbox in hand, and put the panel back into place
"Come on!" he said, grabbing Heero's hand and dragging him down the corridor. Doors on both sides opened with teachers scowling while students laughed and conversed among themselves. When they passed by Wufei's classroom Duo waved at his friend and yelled, "Happy Birthday!"
"Now what?" Heero asked as they ran.
"Hide," Duo replied, giving Heero a sheepish smile as he pushed them both into an empty storage room.
They were in trouble, lots of trouble. But that was later. Now, even though Heero would probably be blamed for the light show, he had Duo all to himself, and that was all that mattered.
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By the Lake
Pairings: 1x2, some 3x4
For sharona1x2
Duo didn't know why Quatre had suggested a workout now of all times. Yes, the day was nice and all but that was when you were sitting on the shade, now, running a few miles made the weather hellishly hot instead of nice. By the time they stopped, they were both covered in sweat and fanning themselves with their hands as much as they could.
"We should just take a swim," Quatre suggested, pointing to the lake. They were all staying in this small cabin in the woods and they had yet to try the lake. Right now, Duo thought it was a wonderful idea. He followed Quatre in removing is clothes, too lazy to go back to the cabin to put on a bathing suit. When they were both in their underwear, they raced for the lake.
The water was cool and fresh. Duo sighed happily as his muscles relaxed. Yes, this was nice. "Best idea ever, Q!"
When there was no reply Duo looked around for his friend and instead noticed Heero standing by the shore. "They left," Heero said.
There was no doubt into who "they" were. Trowa had probably taken one look at the practically naked and wet Quatre and had pulled him somewhere semi-private to hump like bunnies.
Heero was looking uncomfortable standing at the shore. It was probably too hot in the jeans and t-shirt he wore. Duo walked a bit closer and with a friendly smile invited him to come into the water.
Maybe it was hotter than he had realized because Heero seemed to be blushing a bit, and Heero never blushed unless he had a fever or something. Concerned, Duo walked out of the water, shaking his head to get rid of the excess water in his hair. He stood in front of Heero and put one cool hand over Heero's flushed skin. It was a bit too warm. Doing what Sister Helen always did to check for a fever, Duo kissed Heero's forehead. He was fine. It might just be the heath.
He was about to tell Heero to go into the lake again when Heero took him by the arm, flipped him down into the ground and kissed him. Duo parted his kips to ask something but whatever it was it left his mind as he felt Heero's tongue.
It didn't last long and when they parted Heero looked down at him, an unspoken question in his eyes.
"Oh," said Duo. And then he smiled. "Oh!"
A few feet away Trowa watched as Duo pulled Heero down for another more passionate kiss. "Now can we go?" he asked, whispering into Quatre's ear ad running his hand down a wet back.
Quatre smiled and placed a cool kiss into Trowa's lips. "My work here is done."
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Dawns
Pairing: 3x4
For darthanne
Quatre always wakes up at dawn, and always grumbles about it. He doesn't need an alarm clock and Trowa knows it's five thirty five when he hears a grumbled Arabic word that can't mean anything good followed by a bite on his shoulder. Quatre claims, later in the morning, that he doesn't remember doing that, and even though the bite is soft Trowa suspects he's getting a scar there. He would complain, and maybe wear a sweater to bed if it wasn't for the fact that right after that Quatre proceeds to straddle him, kiss his neck and naked chest and caress his with his fingers. Trowa doesn't open his eyes, and half in dreamland and half here he enjoys Quatre's ministrations. But too soon the kisses stop and Trowa feels the warmth that is Quatre moving away, so he surrounds him with his arms and pulls him down, when he can kiss Quatre's neck now and smell his hair and run his hands up and down Quatre's warm body. When later in the morning Quatre complains about being late for a meeting Trowa claims he doesn't remember making Quatre stay a bit longer in bed. Trowa isn't a morning person but he thinks dawn is the best part of the day. After all, it isn't quite morning yet and it can be counted as the end of the night. When morning truly comes, that's when Quatre has to leave, and that's the part of the day he hates the most. That's why he sleeps right through it, dreaming of Quatre and the next dawn.
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Interview
Characters: Trowa and Quatre
For dentelle_noir
" The Yaoi Factor" universe.
"So, Mr. Barton, what do you like to write?"
Trowa looked at the blond sitting behind the elegant desk. He knew what he should answer, what probably most of the other people aspiring to the position would have answered but there was a glint in the blond's eye and Trowa wanted to know if there was something there. "Horror stories."
A hint of a smile appeared in Quatre Winner's lips. Trowa doubted that many people had given that answer to the CEO and owner of the company. "Horror stories, uh? And how does that apply to the type of writing you would be required to do here?"
With a shrug Trowa answered, "It doesn't."
Now the blond was smiling. "Good answer. Horror isn't exactly our angle."
"I imagine." Trowa dared a smirk. "But I'm capable of bringing many different angles to my writing."
Quatre nodded thoughtfully but the smile was still in place. "We look for variety and support creativity as a whole here. We encourage our writers to experiment… within the limits, of course."
Trowa raised an eyebrow. "Not many of those, I would think."
"No, not really," Quatre said, laughing. "But there're still are some. Let's try your horror idea, for example. Vampires are good, serial killers, not so much."
"I want this job," Trowa said, surprising himself. He had gone to the interview, after he had found out what the job really was, more out of curiosity, but the more he talked with Quatre the more it appealed to him.
"I liked the story you submitted." Quatre leaned back on his chair; the new position allowed Trowa to see a glimpse pf pale skin just bellow Quatre's neck. "The scenario and the descriptions were captivating."
Trowa tried not to blush but he had a sneaking suspicion that he was blushing anyway. He had never written a story like that before. He had thought about that sort of situations many times, of course, even imagined dialogue and expressions but he had never put it in paper before. He'd felt exposed sending the story to a complete stranger who would know, know about him just by reading.
Quatre knew and he was smiling, blushing a little too. "Unfortunately many of the descriptions will be lost when it's committed to film," Quatre continued. "I've been thinking of expanding to some written mediums but I can't promise anything, not yet."
"I'm aware of that," Trowa said. Actually he felt more comfortable this way, less exposed than if everyone was able to read his words.
"You are very talented," Quatre said after a moment, his voice a bit softer. "Too talented for this job."
Trowa was about to protest but Quatre stopped him with a gesture. "You don't have to settle for this job. I know some people who would be able to help you start a more…" he smirked, "proper writing career."
"Mr. Winner, working for yo-"
"Quatre." He smiled. "Call me Quatre."
"Quatre," Trowa tried again. "Working here won't stop me from writing, maybe even trying to get published further along, but now, this is what I want." He swallowed. "I would enjoy working here."
"I would enjoy having you here." Quatre looked perfectly serious but that glint was still in his eyes. Trowa wanted, really wanted, to find out what that glint meant, what was hidden behind the image Quatre showed.
"Do I get the job?" Trowa asked.
Quatre stood up and extended his hand to Trowa. "Welcome to Winner Pornographic Industries, Mr. Barton."
"Trowa."
"Trowa," Quatre smiled. "If nothing else, I promise you an interesting time working here."
Trowa let his hand linger a little longer. He had no doubt about that.
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A laughable matter
Characters: Trowa and Duo
For penguin88
"You are being pulled over," mentioned Trowa, sipping from his orange juice. He bit the straw a couple of times and drummed his fingers on the plastic glass.
"What we do now?" Duo asked, slowing the car down and stopping where a policeman was signaling them. He rolled down his window and waited for the man in uniform to approach. "Hello."
"Are you aware that you were speeding, sir?" The man's voice was gruff and he was writing something in the pad he was carrying. "License, please."
Duo gave Trowa a look. "Speeding?"
Trowa shrugged. Duo had been driving a bit slow actually. He tended to do that when he was eating, and right now he was finishing his doughnut and drinking a soda.
"Do you find this funny, sir?" asked the policeman, glaring at Duo's smile. "You've broken the law, it's not a laughable matter."
While Duo reached for his wallet, Trowa smirked and drank more of his juice. Ex-Gundam pilots being chastised about breaking the law for… speeding.
"Here you go," said Duo, handing his license to the policeman. He was grinning and finishing his doughnut.
As expected, the policeman gasped when he looked at the permit. "I'm so sorry, sir," he said after a moment. "I had no idea."
Duo finished his doughnut and licked the powdered sugar of his fingers. "Of course you didn't. You didn't ask."
"Sorry for the mishap, Preventer Maxwell." The voice was now respectful and the policeman's manners were more careful, as if he was trying to make a good impression.
"No sweat." Duo wiped his fingers in a napkin and handed it over to the cop. "Would you throw this away for us, please?"
"Certainly, sir." The man handed Duo's permit back and took a step back from the car. "Have a great day, sir."
"You too." Duo drove away while waiving with his hand out the window. "Being a Preventer rocks!" he said, speeding up.
"It does," Trowa agreed while sipping his juice.
Pairing:1x2x4
For wildchildcait
Maybe it was because it had been Duo the one who had reminded him of the importance of family and how lucky he was to have at least one living parent, or because Heero was the one who had let him grieve the loss that Quatre had let his mask crumble before them.
He hadn't meant to. He hadn't even mentioned it was the anniversary of his father's death, and he had acted as normally as he could while they all had lunch. But Heero had remembered and he just had to share a look with Duo to let the other know something was wrong. They hadn't finished eating when Heero and Duo stood up and put their arms around Quatre. They remained quiet just giving Quatre their love and support and it was all Quatre needed to let himself cry.
It was unfair to do so when he had had a father and Heero and Duo hadn't. He felt again like the rich kid flaunting all the things he had in front of those lacking and he hated that feeling more than anything. He apologized weakly between tears, hoping they would understand he didn't mean to be inconsiderate, he didn't mean to cry…
They moved him to the couch, held him and kissed him and repeated over and over again that it was okay to grieve, that he wasn't hurting them with his tears. It took all night but when morning came and they were still by his side, looking at him with concerned in their eyes instead of hurt, he believed them… and smiled.
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Wingman
Pairing: 1x2
For merith
" Masterminds" universe
Heero was heading to his chemistry class in the lab when he saw the end of a familiar braid disappear around a corner. He stopped, checked his watch and knowing he would probably regret it he went the way he assumed Duo had… just to run into an empty corridor.
"Duo?" He looked up, checking to see if the panels in the ceiling had been moved. They hadn't.
"Heero! You scared me, man!"
It took Heero a moment to notice Duo's head coming out of a small shaft on the wall, centimeters over the floor.
"Do I want to know?" Heero asked wearily.
"Keep an eye on the corridor," said Duo before his head disappeared again into the shaft.
Dutifully Heero stood by the opening and kept his eyes trained on the now empty corridor. He had suspected he wouldn't make it in time for class. "How much detention will we get if we get caught?"
"None." Duo's voice was muffled with the echo of the shaft. "We won't get caught."
Heero loosened his tie a bit and leaned on the wall. Duo might get away with it but Heero was already in trouble for not being at the lab, however, he was sure that it would be considerably less trouble than what Duo would get if for whatever he was doing. "What was so urgent that you couldn't wait for someone to be your wingman?"
They had all gotten into trouble enough times but Quatre had actually kept count of the times it had been because they did whatever it was alone. It was considerably more than when they had a wingman, or four…
"Wufei's birthday."
Heero waited for Duo to elaborate.
"He's in history class now, with the guy who won't let him speak."
"He always does anyway," interrupted Heero.
"Yeah, and gets detention for it. Well, not today." As soon as those words were spoken the lights blinked twice, three times, and kept blinking, like if they were in a club instead of a school. Duo's head came out and Heero moved to the side, watching as Duo quickly exited the shaft, toolbox in hand, and put the panel back into place
"Come on!" he said, grabbing Heero's hand and dragging him down the corridor. Doors on both sides opened with teachers scowling while students laughed and conversed among themselves. When they passed by Wufei's classroom Duo waved at his friend and yelled, "Happy Birthday!"
"Now what?" Heero asked as they ran.
"Hide," Duo replied, giving Heero a sheepish smile as he pushed them both into an empty storage room.
They were in trouble, lots of trouble. But that was later. Now, even though Heero would probably be blamed for the light show, he had Duo all to himself, and that was all that mattered.
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By the Lake
Pairings: 1x2, some 3x4
For sharona1x2
Duo didn't know why Quatre had suggested a workout now of all times. Yes, the day was nice and all but that was when you were sitting on the shade, now, running a few miles made the weather hellishly hot instead of nice. By the time they stopped, they were both covered in sweat and fanning themselves with their hands as much as they could.
"We should just take a swim," Quatre suggested, pointing to the lake. They were all staying in this small cabin in the woods and they had yet to try the lake. Right now, Duo thought it was a wonderful idea. He followed Quatre in removing is clothes, too lazy to go back to the cabin to put on a bathing suit. When they were both in their underwear, they raced for the lake.
The water was cool and fresh. Duo sighed happily as his muscles relaxed. Yes, this was nice. "Best idea ever, Q!"
When there was no reply Duo looked around for his friend and instead noticed Heero standing by the shore. "They left," Heero said.
There was no doubt into who "they" were. Trowa had probably taken one look at the practically naked and wet Quatre and had pulled him somewhere semi-private to hump like bunnies.
Heero was looking uncomfortable standing at the shore. It was probably too hot in the jeans and t-shirt he wore. Duo walked a bit closer and with a friendly smile invited him to come into the water.
Maybe it was hotter than he had realized because Heero seemed to be blushing a bit, and Heero never blushed unless he had a fever or something. Concerned, Duo walked out of the water, shaking his head to get rid of the excess water in his hair. He stood in front of Heero and put one cool hand over Heero's flushed skin. It was a bit too warm. Doing what Sister Helen always did to check for a fever, Duo kissed Heero's forehead. He was fine. It might just be the heath.
He was about to tell Heero to go into the lake again when Heero took him by the arm, flipped him down into the ground and kissed him. Duo parted his kips to ask something but whatever it was it left his mind as he felt Heero's tongue.
It didn't last long and when they parted Heero looked down at him, an unspoken question in his eyes.
"Oh," said Duo. And then he smiled. "Oh!"
A few feet away Trowa watched as Duo pulled Heero down for another more passionate kiss. "Now can we go?" he asked, whispering into Quatre's ear ad running his hand down a wet back.
Quatre smiled and placed a cool kiss into Trowa's lips. "My work here is done."
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Dawns
Pairing: 3x4
For darthanne
Quatre always wakes up at dawn, and always grumbles about it. He doesn't need an alarm clock and Trowa knows it's five thirty five when he hears a grumbled Arabic word that can't mean anything good followed by a bite on his shoulder. Quatre claims, later in the morning, that he doesn't remember doing that, and even though the bite is soft Trowa suspects he's getting a scar there. He would complain, and maybe wear a sweater to bed if it wasn't for the fact that right after that Quatre proceeds to straddle him, kiss his neck and naked chest and caress his with his fingers. Trowa doesn't open his eyes, and half in dreamland and half here he enjoys Quatre's ministrations. But too soon the kisses stop and Trowa feels the warmth that is Quatre moving away, so he surrounds him with his arms and pulls him down, when he can kiss Quatre's neck now and smell his hair and run his hands up and down Quatre's warm body. When later in the morning Quatre complains about being late for a meeting Trowa claims he doesn't remember making Quatre stay a bit longer in bed. Trowa isn't a morning person but he thinks dawn is the best part of the day. After all, it isn't quite morning yet and it can be counted as the end of the night. When morning truly comes, that's when Quatre has to leave, and that's the part of the day he hates the most. That's why he sleeps right through it, dreaming of Quatre and the next dawn.
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Interview
Characters: Trowa and Quatre
For dentelle_noir
" The Yaoi Factor" universe.
"So, Mr. Barton, what do you like to write?"
Trowa looked at the blond sitting behind the elegant desk. He knew what he should answer, what probably most of the other people aspiring to the position would have answered but there was a glint in the blond's eye and Trowa wanted to know if there was something there. "Horror stories."
A hint of a smile appeared in Quatre Winner's lips. Trowa doubted that many people had given that answer to the CEO and owner of the company. "Horror stories, uh? And how does that apply to the type of writing you would be required to do here?"
With a shrug Trowa answered, "It doesn't."
Now the blond was smiling. "Good answer. Horror isn't exactly our angle."
"I imagine." Trowa dared a smirk. "But I'm capable of bringing many different angles to my writing."
Quatre nodded thoughtfully but the smile was still in place. "We look for variety and support creativity as a whole here. We encourage our writers to experiment… within the limits, of course."
Trowa raised an eyebrow. "Not many of those, I would think."
"No, not really," Quatre said, laughing. "But there're still are some. Let's try your horror idea, for example. Vampires are good, serial killers, not so much."
"I want this job," Trowa said, surprising himself. He had gone to the interview, after he had found out what the job really was, more out of curiosity, but the more he talked with Quatre the more it appealed to him.
"I liked the story you submitted." Quatre leaned back on his chair; the new position allowed Trowa to see a glimpse pf pale skin just bellow Quatre's neck. "The scenario and the descriptions were captivating."
Trowa tried not to blush but he had a sneaking suspicion that he was blushing anyway. He had never written a story like that before. He had thought about that sort of situations many times, of course, even imagined dialogue and expressions but he had never put it in paper before. He'd felt exposed sending the story to a complete stranger who would know, know about him just by reading.
Quatre knew and he was smiling, blushing a little too. "Unfortunately many of the descriptions will be lost when it's committed to film," Quatre continued. "I've been thinking of expanding to some written mediums but I can't promise anything, not yet."
"I'm aware of that," Trowa said. Actually he felt more comfortable this way, less exposed than if everyone was able to read his words.
"You are very talented," Quatre said after a moment, his voice a bit softer. "Too talented for this job."
Trowa was about to protest but Quatre stopped him with a gesture. "You don't have to settle for this job. I know some people who would be able to help you start a more…" he smirked, "proper writing career."
"Mr. Winner, working for yo-"
"Quatre." He smiled. "Call me Quatre."
"Quatre," Trowa tried again. "Working here won't stop me from writing, maybe even trying to get published further along, but now, this is what I want." He swallowed. "I would enjoy working here."
"I would enjoy having you here." Quatre looked perfectly serious but that glint was still in his eyes. Trowa wanted, really wanted, to find out what that glint meant, what was hidden behind the image Quatre showed.
"Do I get the job?" Trowa asked.
Quatre stood up and extended his hand to Trowa. "Welcome to Winner Pornographic Industries, Mr. Barton."
"Trowa."
"Trowa," Quatre smiled. "If nothing else, I promise you an interesting time working here."
Trowa let his hand linger a little longer. He had no doubt about that.
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A laughable matter
Characters: Trowa and Duo
For penguin88
"You are being pulled over," mentioned Trowa, sipping from his orange juice. He bit the straw a couple of times and drummed his fingers on the plastic glass.
"What we do now?" Duo asked, slowing the car down and stopping where a policeman was signaling them. He rolled down his window and waited for the man in uniform to approach. "Hello."
"Are you aware that you were speeding, sir?" The man's voice was gruff and he was writing something in the pad he was carrying. "License, please."
Duo gave Trowa a look. "Speeding?"
Trowa shrugged. Duo had been driving a bit slow actually. He tended to do that when he was eating, and right now he was finishing his doughnut and drinking a soda.
"Do you find this funny, sir?" asked the policeman, glaring at Duo's smile. "You've broken the law, it's not a laughable matter."
While Duo reached for his wallet, Trowa smirked and drank more of his juice. Ex-Gundam pilots being chastised about breaking the law for… speeding.
"Here you go," said Duo, handing his license to the policeman. He was grinning and finishing his doughnut.
As expected, the policeman gasped when he looked at the permit. "I'm so sorry, sir," he said after a moment. "I had no idea."
Duo finished his doughnut and licked the powdered sugar of his fingers. "Of course you didn't. You didn't ask."
"Sorry for the mishap, Preventer Maxwell." The voice was now respectful and the policeman's manners were more careful, as if he was trying to make a good impression.
"No sweat." Duo wiped his fingers in a napkin and handed it over to the cop. "Would you throw this away for us, please?"
"Certainly, sir." The man handed Duo's permit back and took a step back from the car. "Have a great day, sir."
"You too." Duo drove away while waiving with his hand out the window. "Being a Preventer rocks!" he said, speeding up.
"It does," Trowa agreed while sipping his juice.