Punishing
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
5,288
Reviews:
74
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
epilogue
Punishing: epilogue
He’d never been so many floors up in the Winner Enterprises main building. It was a bit of a thrill for him to have the opportunity to snoop around unimpeded. He had a vague idea of where Quatre’s office should be, five floors from the top or something like that.
After the general admittance floors were passed, the building became markedly more utilitarian. That wasn’t to say that it was less comfortable, it was more due to the sense that the comforts chosen for those floors were less distracting.
The people that Trowa walked by on his way to the heart of the corporation tried not to pay too much attention to him. He was handsome and seemed to know exactly where he was going.
++
Quatre had his thinking face on as he scrutinized two similar prototype proposals. The gravity generators, despite his initial apprehension, had actually proven themselves functional. The scrubbers were ‘go’ as well. Now, he had to decide on a craft to bear the two devices into space that would, hopefully, sustain an environment that could support complex plant life, and then, perhaps, if he wasn’t being too optimistic, animal life. His company had won a grant from the government, a brain partnership with NASA, and a ten-year deadline progress check.
He decided, in the end, to sign his name to the more ambitious project. If he was going to have a viable colony by the end of the decade, he had to take leaps rather than his originally envisioned baby steps.
He had the “R” down when there was a knock at his door.
He wasn’t expecting anyone but smacked his free hand down on the ‘door release’ button, anyway.
There was silence where footsteps should have been, and again where an introduction should have been said. Quatre quickly finished his signature and looked up for a brief survey of his office. Everything was as he had seen it when he’d last looked up until he reached the couch against the wall to his right.
“I could easily have you arrested,” he admonished the seated figure.
Trowa gave him a quick self-satisfied grin. “You could.”
Quatre shook his head trying to deny how impressed he was, “Where on earth did you get that uniform?”
“A friend,” Trowa replied vaguely still basking in the light of Quatre’s unspoken praise.
“Still…how did you get this far?” Quatre demanded.
Trowa grinned again, “I’m just that good.”
Finally, Quatre cracked a smile, though he was still a little bothered, “You must have been an undercover agent in another life.”
He couldn’t believe the gall that Trowa possessed which had led him to don the uniform of a Winner Enterprises Special Security Force Officer and breeze through the tightest security apart from the White House.
“Maybe I was,” Trowa agreed and sidled up next to him. He pressed a kiss to the top of Quatre’s head and inhaled deeply. “You smell nice.”
Quatre wanted Trowa to continue with whatever he was doing, but waved him off anyway, “S-stop that! I don’t care what you think I smell like. You’re supposed to be a lawyer, right? You’re doing a terrible job of upholding the law! You broke the law when you entered this building in that get-up and you broke even more laws with each restricted level you jaunted past to get here. You should be ashamed of yourself!”
“I don’t know. I’m just pleased that you’re so impressed,” Trowa teased.
Quatre stood up from his chair ready to tell Trowa just how un-impressed he was when he was caught up in a kiss that made every rational and irrational thought fly to the wind. When he was allowed to breathe, he was able to think again. “Trowa, we can’t here,” he said as he was seated on the desk, and added, “There are cameras.”
That was enough to check Trowa’s ardor, and he looked around sheepishly, “Oh.”
Trowa was a lot of things, but Quatre knew that he wasn’t an exhibitionist.
“I’m an asset of the company, and therefore…under nearly constant surveillance,” Quatre told him.
“Well…I knew about the cameras in the house…” Trowa offered to show that he wasn’t completely ignorant.
Seeing that Trowa’s mood had suffered, Quatre decided to pay a pity compliment, “You look really nice in that uniform.”
“You think so?” Trowa asked vaguely.
Quatre sat on the question a minute or two before responding, “If you smuggle me out of here…I’ll show you exactly what I think of it.”
“That’s cheesy,” Trowa smirked, then readily admitted, “but I’m not immune.”
Quatre egged him on, “So, hop to.”
“I’m hopping,” Trowa assured him.
....END....I guess....;>>
note(s):
1. I know that a lemon was requested. I actually started writing that...but GOSH is it ever embarrassing! hahahahhaaha^^;;; I\'m on the fence about completing/posting it. If enough people want it, I\'ll soldier through and finish it, and it\'ll be like...epilogue pt II or something, and it will be the final final ending...
SO, if you guys all REALLY want a lemon...TELL ME (more than one person [I\'ve already got Anon\'s vote]). Or I\'m pleased as punch to just end right here^^;
2. !!!!!!!!!!THANKS FOR ALL OF THE REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!
THANKS SARIL2! Your review was a blast to read!
He’d never been so many floors up in the Winner Enterprises main building. It was a bit of a thrill for him to have the opportunity to snoop around unimpeded. He had a vague idea of where Quatre’s office should be, five floors from the top or something like that.
After the general admittance floors were passed, the building became markedly more utilitarian. That wasn’t to say that it was less comfortable, it was more due to the sense that the comforts chosen for those floors were less distracting.
The people that Trowa walked by on his way to the heart of the corporation tried not to pay too much attention to him. He was handsome and seemed to know exactly where he was going.
++
Quatre had his thinking face on as he scrutinized two similar prototype proposals. The gravity generators, despite his initial apprehension, had actually proven themselves functional. The scrubbers were ‘go’ as well. Now, he had to decide on a craft to bear the two devices into space that would, hopefully, sustain an environment that could support complex plant life, and then, perhaps, if he wasn’t being too optimistic, animal life. His company had won a grant from the government, a brain partnership with NASA, and a ten-year deadline progress check.
He decided, in the end, to sign his name to the more ambitious project. If he was going to have a viable colony by the end of the decade, he had to take leaps rather than his originally envisioned baby steps.
He had the “R” down when there was a knock at his door.
He wasn’t expecting anyone but smacked his free hand down on the ‘door release’ button, anyway.
There was silence where footsteps should have been, and again where an introduction should have been said. Quatre quickly finished his signature and looked up for a brief survey of his office. Everything was as he had seen it when he’d last looked up until he reached the couch against the wall to his right.
“I could easily have you arrested,” he admonished the seated figure.
Trowa gave him a quick self-satisfied grin. “You could.”
Quatre shook his head trying to deny how impressed he was, “Where on earth did you get that uniform?”
“A friend,” Trowa replied vaguely still basking in the light of Quatre’s unspoken praise.
“Still…how did you get this far?” Quatre demanded.
Trowa grinned again, “I’m just that good.”
Finally, Quatre cracked a smile, though he was still a little bothered, “You must have been an undercover agent in another life.”
He couldn’t believe the gall that Trowa possessed which had led him to don the uniform of a Winner Enterprises Special Security Force Officer and breeze through the tightest security apart from the White House.
“Maybe I was,” Trowa agreed and sidled up next to him. He pressed a kiss to the top of Quatre’s head and inhaled deeply. “You smell nice.”
Quatre wanted Trowa to continue with whatever he was doing, but waved him off anyway, “S-stop that! I don’t care what you think I smell like. You’re supposed to be a lawyer, right? You’re doing a terrible job of upholding the law! You broke the law when you entered this building in that get-up and you broke even more laws with each restricted level you jaunted past to get here. You should be ashamed of yourself!”
“I don’t know. I’m just pleased that you’re so impressed,” Trowa teased.
Quatre stood up from his chair ready to tell Trowa just how un-impressed he was when he was caught up in a kiss that made every rational and irrational thought fly to the wind. When he was allowed to breathe, he was able to think again. “Trowa, we can’t here,” he said as he was seated on the desk, and added, “There are cameras.”
That was enough to check Trowa’s ardor, and he looked around sheepishly, “Oh.”
Trowa was a lot of things, but Quatre knew that he wasn’t an exhibitionist.
“I’m an asset of the company, and therefore…under nearly constant surveillance,” Quatre told him.
“Well…I knew about the cameras in the house…” Trowa offered to show that he wasn’t completely ignorant.
Seeing that Trowa’s mood had suffered, Quatre decided to pay a pity compliment, “You look really nice in that uniform.”
“You think so?” Trowa asked vaguely.
Quatre sat on the question a minute or two before responding, “If you smuggle me out of here…I’ll show you exactly what I think of it.”
“That’s cheesy,” Trowa smirked, then readily admitted, “but I’m not immune.”
Quatre egged him on, “So, hop to.”
“I’m hopping,” Trowa assured him.
....END....I guess....;>>
note(s):
1. I know that a lemon was requested. I actually started writing that...but GOSH is it ever embarrassing! hahahahhaaha^^;;; I\'m on the fence about completing/posting it. If enough people want it, I\'ll soldier through and finish it, and it\'ll be like...epilogue pt II or something, and it will be the final final ending...
SO, if you guys all REALLY want a lemon...TELL ME (more than one person [I\'ve already got Anon\'s vote]). Or I\'m pleased as punch to just end right here^^;
2. !!!!!!!!!!THANKS FOR ALL OF THE REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!
THANKS SARIL2! Your review was a blast to read!