Gundam Wing: Trowa Barton/Quatre Winner; Seven Sins - Greed
Title: Saligiare 2/7
Author: Misanagi
Theme: Seven Deadly Sins - Greed
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: 3x4
Warnings: Angst.
Summary: About decisions, right and wrong, and the path they build.
Thanks a lot to Anne for the beta.
Avaritia
We walk to his apartment after the bar closes. The night is cold and even though it isn't raining, the streets are wet. Quatre doesn't look at the floor, he keeps his eyes trained ahead, stepping into puddles, seemingly unconcerned about dampening his trousers.
"I don't want you to beg," he says, stopping in front of a building. He walks up the short flight of stairs and I follow.
The door is old and Quatre has to hit it a couple of times to open. He closes it behind us and starts climbing the stairs. There's no elevator but the lights turn on automatically as we climb. We stop on the last floor, the sixth, and Quatre opens another door. "Home," he says, and steps away to let me in.
The apartment is small and messy. There are different pictures taped to the wall; I see myself in a few of them. He leads me to the couch and then goes to the kitchen. Minutes later he emerges with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. I nod in approval.
After I drink the first sip, I feel ready to talk. "What do you want?"
Quatre takes off his shoes and sits cross-legged on the couch. "I told you four months ago." He leans back on the arm of the chair and looks me in the eyes. "I want you."
I can't hold that look, and drop my eyes, taking another sip to hide my actions. "You've always had me." I want to look at him but I can't.
"Then why, Trowa?" I've never heard him sound so confused. When he left that day, after I said no, he left silently. He puts his hand on top of mine and I look up. He's begging me with his eyes for an answer.
"Because I wanted you, all of you, and I knew I couldn't have it."
Greed, Catherine said. I wanted it all and ended up with nothing.
His hand squishes mine. "Why did you think that?"
I snort. "You are Quatre Raberba Winner. You belong to everyone, don't you see?" I want to pull my hand away but he doesn't let me. "The company, your sisters, Preventers, the Maguanacs… the others."
"You think I don't want all of you too? Even though I know you are not mine to keep? The others need you as well. So does Catherine and the people at the circus." He leans closer to me. "Do you still think I always had you?"
I can smell the alcohol in his breath. "Yes," I say. It doesn't mind how many other people there are. He still has me.
"And can you believe," he moves an inch closer, "that even though you are not the reason for everything, you can still have me. All of me?"
I want to say yes, but I can't lie to him. Not again. Not now. "I don't know."
"Then let me show you." He closes the distance between us and kisses me.
Author: Misanagi
Theme: Seven Deadly Sins - Greed
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: 3x4
Warnings: Angst.
Summary: About decisions, right and wrong, and the path they build.
Thanks a lot to Anne for the beta.
Avaritia
We walk to his apartment after the bar closes. The night is cold and even though it isn't raining, the streets are wet. Quatre doesn't look at the floor, he keeps his eyes trained ahead, stepping into puddles, seemingly unconcerned about dampening his trousers.
"I don't want you to beg," he says, stopping in front of a building. He walks up the short flight of stairs and I follow.
The door is old and Quatre has to hit it a couple of times to open. He closes it behind us and starts climbing the stairs. There's no elevator but the lights turn on automatically as we climb. We stop on the last floor, the sixth, and Quatre opens another door. "Home," he says, and steps away to let me in.
The apartment is small and messy. There are different pictures taped to the wall; I see myself in a few of them. He leads me to the couch and then goes to the kitchen. Minutes later he emerges with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. I nod in approval.
After I drink the first sip, I feel ready to talk. "What do you want?"
Quatre takes off his shoes and sits cross-legged on the couch. "I told you four months ago." He leans back on the arm of the chair and looks me in the eyes. "I want you."
I can't hold that look, and drop my eyes, taking another sip to hide my actions. "You've always had me." I want to look at him but I can't.
"Then why, Trowa?" I've never heard him sound so confused. When he left that day, after I said no, he left silently. He puts his hand on top of mine and I look up. He's begging me with his eyes for an answer.
"Because I wanted you, all of you, and I knew I couldn't have it."
Greed, Catherine said. I wanted it all and ended up with nothing.
His hand squishes mine. "Why did you think that?"
I snort. "You are Quatre Raberba Winner. You belong to everyone, don't you see?" I want to pull my hand away but he doesn't let me. "The company, your sisters, Preventers, the Maguanacs… the others."
"You think I don't want all of you too? Even though I know you are not mine to keep? The others need you as well. So does Catherine and the people at the circus." He leans closer to me. "Do you still think I always had you?"
I can smell the alcohol in his breath. "Yes," I say. It doesn't mind how many other people there are. He still has me.
"And can you believe," he moves an inch closer, "that even though you are not the reason for everything, you can still have me. All of me?"
I want to say yes, but I can't lie to him. Not again. Not now. "I don't know."
"Then let me show you." He closes the distance between us and kisses me.