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raurgh.
*stabs Quatre-cheetah* Why are you so hard to wriiiite? damn you!!! be manly dammit! Save Trowa! Show that you're competent or something, or he'll never want to nail your ass!
*closes Garou and opens Heero's Week*
Right, I think i'm gonna have to abandon a previous idea, because any way i tweak it, it just doesn't fit. but eldest-Jo helped with another scene to put in its place so now it looks like i'm unstuck. yay!! *works on Duo's Turn*
EDIT:
i don't remember if i ever posted the beginning of duo's turn, so here's all i have so far. i'm too dizzy and buzzy to write more; brain's halfway to falling asleep on me. But i sort of have a better idea of what comes next now.
Quatre stayed in bed for ten minutes more after Heero picked up his clothes and left. He heard the shower start and checked the clock, wondering if it really was worth getting up. He still felt mellow, and-- well, not quite happy, but content. Peaceful, a little.
Heero was too. Quatre could feel it inside, right where Rashid and his father and Iria and all his important people were. It could have been sad, because the emotion had a small, unused tint, as if Heero was experiencing that state of being for the first time in a long while, but instead Quatre chose to be glad.
And okay, maybe a bit smug.
Just a little, though.
He got up, cleaned himself with a Kleenex and started hunting for his clothes.
There was no one in the kitchen, or the living room. He made a note in passing to replace the table, or at least throw the old one out. The two halves of it were still propped against the wall from where Heero had put them after breaking it in two the day Quatre made his proposition. Unsurprisingly, it made him feel even smugger . His idea worked!! ... well, for him, at least. He decided to hunt his teammates down. He'd been concerned about his meeting the previous evening and hadn't thought to check on Trowa, and Wufei hadn't deigned to eat with them.
He entered the kitchen, checking on the state of dinner. It was Duo's turn to take care of the meal, which probably meant he had gotten pizza or opened a can or something-- ahh. Mexican takeout. Well, there was plenty enough and he was hungry, so it was fine.
He pushed the door of the kitchen open, wondering where they were, and heard Wufei's voice just behind the corner of the house.
"What's going on?" he asked cheerily.
He received a dark look from Trowa and a shrug from Wufei, followed by a nod toward-- oh Allah; his bike.
"Tile fell off the roof," the green-eyed man informed him curtly. Quatre grimaced, feeling guilty.
"Ah... Is it serious?"
Trowa straightened up, cleaning his hands with a rag. "Just a dent," he replied with a weary sigh.
"And the paint job," Duo commented, swinging his legs lazily. He was sitting on the little fence around the abandoned vegetables patch and watching Trowa tinker with his motorbike with interest. "Hey, Quat, What's with the face? What did you do?"
The blond pilot blushed a little as they all looked at him. Then Trowa's eyes narrowed as he swept them over Quatre's body, and his mouth stretched into a smirk.
"Who did you do?"
There was a second of stillness as the three boys assimilated the significant change to the question and came to the conclusion that it only had one possible reply. Then Quatre turned purplish-red, Wufei started to splutter indignantly and Duo almost fell over the fence, losing his balance.
"TROWA!!"
Barton was still wiping his hands clean, looking totally neutral except for the faint smirk still lingering on his lips.
"Just asking."
"Well don't!!" Wufei snarled, fists tight in anger. Trowa didn't seem to recognize the inherent threat in his enraged expression, or if he did, he didn't care.
"Huh. Pity you seem to be the only one it didn't work for, Chang," he commented calmly, kicking the stand and starting to push the heavy bike along the wall. Quatre wondered why Trowa was assuming that Wufei had ... well. It was visible by how embarrassed and stiff he acted that he still found the idea of having sex with another boy just as distasteful as before. Maybe it was a subtle Trowa-way to insinuate that if he hadn't, he should do it fast or something.
"Maxwell, a hand?"
Still looking out of balance, Duo jumped off the fence and went to help him keep his bike up, but he was frowning. Quatre would have wondered why, but he was too busy trying to stop blushing.
"So, Quatre, I hope it was nice?" Trowa commented casually, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. The blond felt his cheeks blush once again. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Wufei stiffening.
"Well... Rather, yes," he managed to answer. His education hadn't prepared him to talk of sexual matters that casually; it made him feel weirdly guilty, as if his eldest sisters were about to burst past the corner of the house and berate him like a ten-year-old for such a gross lack of manners. "By the way... Sorry for your bike," he made himself apologize; he didn't want to wait too long or Trowa would think he had been trying to hide his responsibility. "I'll pay for anything you need to repair it, I promise."
Trowa stopped moving and stared at him. "Sorry? What do you mean, sorry?"
Quatre felt himself blush and resisted the temptation to squirm guiltily. "I was on the roof earlier."
"And you kicked a tile down?"
"Yes -- well, not me, but it was my fault ... I'm sorry."
"Then who--" Trowa stopped talking and stared at him even harder, as if he could read his thoughts.
Wufei blinked. "What were you doing on the roof that would dislodge t-- "
"Who, Wufei. Who was he doing on the roof?" Trowa replied patiently, still staring, but with a smirk slowly stretching his lips.
Duo gaped. "Waitwaitwait. On the ROOF?"
"We weren't -- we didn't-- we didn't STAY there!!" Quatre was spluttering, wishing heartily that the earth would open up and swallow him.
"TOO MUCH INFORMATION!!"
Wufei stomped past them, cheeks, neck and forehead a deep crimson, and slammed the kitchen door shut after himself.
"You'd think he's a virgin," Trowa commented, shaking his head.
"Maybe he's just not as dirty-minded as you, Tro," Duo commented, eyeing him speculatively. "That's a bit of a surprise, by the way."
Trowa smirked and didn't reply. Duo sighed loudly. "And here I thought you were a nice, quiet young man... Way to mess with my mind."
Quatre stifled a snicker as he followed them around the house to open the garage door for them. Through the kitchen door he could see Wufei set the plates, his cheeks still reddened in embarrassment and his back stiff in anger.
"We haven't relaxed much around each other before," Trowa commented casually as he pushed the bike inside the garage, still helped by Duo.
That was true; they hadn't known each other that long and when they met, it was usually in tense combat situations. When they had to share safehouses, it was usually between two crises and felt like making male tigers cohabitate in a small cage. Quatre kept trying to make small talk, but apart from Duo, the others rarely chatted back. And they were all so competitive...
"And when you relax, you go pervy?" Duo shot back, rather snarkily.
Trowa shrugged with one shoulder, in his irritating I-can't-be-bothered-to-shrug-with-both-for-you way. "I grew up with mercenaries, Maxwell. You expect me to joke about bunnies and daisies?"
Duo gave him a nasty look. "Stop calling me Maxwell. Who are you, Wufei?"
"No, the stick up my ass is always temporary. Pity."
Duo and Quatre both gaped at Trowa, who, still as inexpressive as always, was calmly checking on his bike a last time. Quatre couldn't contain his shocked laughter in time, and Duo joined him a second later, relaxing finally. Trowa straightened up and looked at them, shrugging yet again.
"I didn't know if you mind the use of your first name. It's not as if we're friends."
Duo hesitated, then looked away, his voice softening. "I don't mind. Maxwell is Father."
It was just three words, but as friendly as Duo was, Quatre couldn't remember him ever sharing something so personal.
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Heero was in the kitchen with Wufei when Duo, Trowa and Quatre came in. Well, it would have been more truthful to forget the "with". Heero was in the kitchen, and Wufei was in the kitchen, but the way Wufei was scowling as he checked on the food, he wished nothing more than to be elsewhere. As for Heero, he was sitting at the table already, staring at nothing in a slightly vacant way, and didn't even appear to be aware that he wasn't alone. On anyone else, Duo would have called the expression 'daydreaming'. Quatre must be a god in bed, he thought with equal amusement and dismay.
"Hey... Food should be ready by now, right?" he asked, a smile on his lips. He hoped no one but him could see the awkwardness, but man, he could feel it.
"Yes," Wufei growled, and almost slammed one of the containers on the table. Quatre cringed discretely as he took place at Heero's side. Duo was still up checking on the rest of the food, so he couldn't protest when Trowa stole his usual seat, facing Heero.
But then he wasn't really sure he wanted to be facing Heero today.
"Takeout again?" Trowa commented as he served himself.
"Yeah, well, sorry I don't know how to cook," Duo groused. He refrained from actually getting angry; Trowa didn't know how to cook that much better than him, and Quatre was fearsome in the kitchen.
Wufei sat at the end of the table, and started digging into his food, radiating 'don't talk to me' vibes. Duo resisted the urge to scowl at him. What a prick. Everyone in this room had issues, but none of the others wore them like they'd be stark naked otherwise. And of course, no need to ask to know Chang Wufei's all important opinion on such an improper thing as public nudity.
Duo made a note to go streaking in the hangar once, just to see his face.
*closes Garou and opens Heero's Week*
Right, I think i'm gonna have to abandon a previous idea, because any way i tweak it, it just doesn't fit. but eldest-Jo helped with another scene to put in its place so now it looks like i'm unstuck. yay!! *works on Duo's Turn*
EDIT:
i don't remember if i ever posted the beginning of duo's turn, so here's all i have so far. i'm too dizzy and buzzy to write more; brain's halfway to falling asleep on me. But i sort of have a better idea of what comes next now.
Quatre stayed in bed for ten minutes more after Heero picked up his clothes and left. He heard the shower start and checked the clock, wondering if it really was worth getting up. He still felt mellow, and-- well, not quite happy, but content. Peaceful, a little.
Heero was too. Quatre could feel it inside, right where Rashid and his father and Iria and all his important people were. It could have been sad, because the emotion had a small, unused tint, as if Heero was experiencing that state of being for the first time in a long while, but instead Quatre chose to be glad.
And okay, maybe a bit smug.
Just a little, though.
He got up, cleaned himself with a Kleenex and started hunting for his clothes.
There was no one in the kitchen, or the living room. He made a note in passing to replace the table, or at least throw the old one out. The two halves of it were still propped against the wall from where Heero had put them after breaking it in two the day Quatre made his proposition. Unsurprisingly, it made him feel even smugger . His idea worked!! ... well, for him, at least. He decided to hunt his teammates down. He'd been concerned about his meeting the previous evening and hadn't thought to check on Trowa, and Wufei hadn't deigned to eat with them.
He entered the kitchen, checking on the state of dinner. It was Duo's turn to take care of the meal, which probably meant he had gotten pizza or opened a can or something-- ahh. Mexican takeout. Well, there was plenty enough and he was hungry, so it was fine.
He pushed the door of the kitchen open, wondering where they were, and heard Wufei's voice just behind the corner of the house.
"What's going on?" he asked cheerily.
He received a dark look from Trowa and a shrug from Wufei, followed by a nod toward-- oh Allah; his bike.
"Tile fell off the roof," the green-eyed man informed him curtly. Quatre grimaced, feeling guilty.
"Ah... Is it serious?"
Trowa straightened up, cleaning his hands with a rag. "Just a dent," he replied with a weary sigh.
"And the paint job," Duo commented, swinging his legs lazily. He was sitting on the little fence around the abandoned vegetables patch and watching Trowa tinker with his motorbike with interest. "Hey, Quat, What's with the face? What did you do?"
The blond pilot blushed a little as they all looked at him. Then Trowa's eyes narrowed as he swept them over Quatre's body, and his mouth stretched into a smirk.
"Who did you do?"
There was a second of stillness as the three boys assimilated the significant change to the question and came to the conclusion that it only had one possible reply. Then Quatre turned purplish-red, Wufei started to splutter indignantly and Duo almost fell over the fence, losing his balance.
"TROWA!!"
Barton was still wiping his hands clean, looking totally neutral except for the faint smirk still lingering on his lips.
"Just asking."
"Well don't!!" Wufei snarled, fists tight in anger. Trowa didn't seem to recognize the inherent threat in his enraged expression, or if he did, he didn't care.
"Huh. Pity you seem to be the only one it didn't work for, Chang," he commented calmly, kicking the stand and starting to push the heavy bike along the wall. Quatre wondered why Trowa was assuming that Wufei had ... well. It was visible by how embarrassed and stiff he acted that he still found the idea of having sex with another boy just as distasteful as before. Maybe it was a subtle Trowa-way to insinuate that if he hadn't, he should do it fast or something.
"Maxwell, a hand?"
Still looking out of balance, Duo jumped off the fence and went to help him keep his bike up, but he was frowning. Quatre would have wondered why, but he was too busy trying to stop blushing.
"So, Quatre, I hope it was nice?" Trowa commented casually, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. The blond felt his cheeks blush once again. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Wufei stiffening.
"Well... Rather, yes," he managed to answer. His education hadn't prepared him to talk of sexual matters that casually; it made him feel weirdly guilty, as if his eldest sisters were about to burst past the corner of the house and berate him like a ten-year-old for such a gross lack of manners. "By the way... Sorry for your bike," he made himself apologize; he didn't want to wait too long or Trowa would think he had been trying to hide his responsibility. "I'll pay for anything you need to repair it, I promise."
Trowa stopped moving and stared at him. "Sorry? What do you mean, sorry?"
Quatre felt himself blush and resisted the temptation to squirm guiltily. "I was on the roof earlier."
"And you kicked a tile down?"
"Yes -- well, not me, but it was my fault ... I'm sorry."
"Then who--" Trowa stopped talking and stared at him even harder, as if he could read his thoughts.
Wufei blinked. "What were you doing on the roof that would dislodge t-- "
"Who, Wufei. Who was he doing on the roof?" Trowa replied patiently, still staring, but with a smirk slowly stretching his lips.
Duo gaped. "Waitwaitwait. On the ROOF?"
"We weren't -- we didn't-- we didn't STAY there!!" Quatre was spluttering, wishing heartily that the earth would open up and swallow him.
"TOO MUCH INFORMATION!!"
Wufei stomped past them, cheeks, neck and forehead a deep crimson, and slammed the kitchen door shut after himself.
"You'd think he's a virgin," Trowa commented, shaking his head.
"Maybe he's just not as dirty-minded as you, Tro," Duo commented, eyeing him speculatively. "That's a bit of a surprise, by the way."
Trowa smirked and didn't reply. Duo sighed loudly. "And here I thought you were a nice, quiet young man... Way to mess with my mind."
Quatre stifled a snicker as he followed them around the house to open the garage door for them. Through the kitchen door he could see Wufei set the plates, his cheeks still reddened in embarrassment and his back stiff in anger.
"We haven't relaxed much around each other before," Trowa commented casually as he pushed the bike inside the garage, still helped by Duo.
That was true; they hadn't known each other that long and when they met, it was usually in tense combat situations. When they had to share safehouses, it was usually between two crises and felt like making male tigers cohabitate in a small cage. Quatre kept trying to make small talk, but apart from Duo, the others rarely chatted back. And they were all so competitive...
"And when you relax, you go pervy?" Duo shot back, rather snarkily.
Trowa shrugged with one shoulder, in his irritating I-can't-be-bothered-to-shrug-with-both-for-you way. "I grew up with mercenaries, Maxwell. You expect me to joke about bunnies and daisies?"
Duo gave him a nasty look. "Stop calling me Maxwell. Who are you, Wufei?"
"No, the stick up my ass is always temporary. Pity."
Duo and Quatre both gaped at Trowa, who, still as inexpressive as always, was calmly checking on his bike a last time. Quatre couldn't contain his shocked laughter in time, and Duo joined him a second later, relaxing finally. Trowa straightened up and looked at them, shrugging yet again.
"I didn't know if you mind the use of your first name. It's not as if we're friends."
Duo hesitated, then looked away, his voice softening. "I don't mind. Maxwell is Father."
It was just three words, but as friendly as Duo was, Quatre couldn't remember him ever sharing something so personal.
+ + + + +
Heero was in the kitchen with Wufei when Duo, Trowa and Quatre came in. Well, it would have been more truthful to forget the "with". Heero was in the kitchen, and Wufei was in the kitchen, but the way Wufei was scowling as he checked on the food, he wished nothing more than to be elsewhere. As for Heero, he was sitting at the table already, staring at nothing in a slightly vacant way, and didn't even appear to be aware that he wasn't alone. On anyone else, Duo would have called the expression 'daydreaming'. Quatre must be a god in bed, he thought with equal amusement and dismay.
"Hey... Food should be ready by now, right?" he asked, a smile on his lips. He hoped no one but him could see the awkwardness, but man, he could feel it.
"Yes," Wufei growled, and almost slammed one of the containers on the table. Quatre cringed discretely as he took place at Heero's side. Duo was still up checking on the rest of the food, so he couldn't protest when Trowa stole his usual seat, facing Heero.
But then he wasn't really sure he wanted to be facing Heero today.
"Takeout again?" Trowa commented as he served himself.
"Yeah, well, sorry I don't know how to cook," Duo groused. He refrained from actually getting angry; Trowa didn't know how to cook that much better than him, and Quatre was fearsome in the kitchen.
Wufei sat at the end of the table, and started digging into his food, radiating 'don't talk to me' vibes. Duo resisted the urge to scowl at him. What a prick. Everyone in this room had issues, but none of the others wore them like they'd be stark naked otherwise. And of course, no need to ask to know Chang Wufei's all important opinion on such an improper thing as public nudity.
Duo made a note to go streaking in the hangar once, just to see his face.
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Can't wait for the next bit! And streaking Duo! Yay!
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more is posted. love me.
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XD! I love it! Hooray for perviness. The reaction to pervy!Tro is just priceless. ... And sex on the roof? Brilliant!
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My love knows no bounds! XD
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And I liked this hint of Duo's feelings : Quatre must be a god in bed, he thought with equal amusement and dismay. ^___^
Trowa is great. So... unflappable. :P
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Duo: Quatre? Sex? naaaah. ... uh. *shifty eyes* *nervous cough*
whee! you like my Trowa! I never know how to write the bastard, so i'm never sure that he comes out okay ~__~;;;
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AW.
Man, I love your 4x1. :D
Ooh, this works so well. It's perfectly believable that he'd think that way, but at the same time it's definitely not something he'd share casually. Whee!
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yeah. here.
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/view_st.php/60391
I don't think i posted it all on my LJ ~_~;;;;
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Finally... FINALLY! Duo is FINALLY going to get a piece of Heero's ass. You made me wait so long for this. I love the boyz just bullshitting with each other, and I think Quatre deserves to strut just a little. XD
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THANK you! I'm so glad I'm not the only one who's had this thought. I mean, hello - growing up with a bunch of military grunt types, Trowa's probably heard jokes that would make Howard blush.
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