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Adult ++
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24
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A Glance at You
Summary: a bit about the others
Pairings: various
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam, I wouldn’t be doing this would I?
Warning: meh
Rating: *shrugs*
Dancing For Your Love
Chapter 21
Heero poured himself coffee and watched the morning news from behind the counter. It was nice to have a day off after such a long nice. It was nice of the president to declare a company holiday like this.
He bit into a dry piece of toast and tried not to let the cheer of last night be erased by the tears that were coming out of his eyes. Wufei hadn’t been home all last night. He knew better after five years not to call the Asian’s cell phone, but he couldn’t help but wonder: Who had Wufei stayed with last night? What did he do? Where did he go?
Shaking his head, he chalked it up to coincidence. He’d slept so hard, he hadn’t heard his lover come home and he’d slept so late, he hadn’t heard him leave.
But Heero knew this wasn’t true. He’d stayed awake till three in the morning and awoken at eight. It was only nine=thirty now and still Wufei was no where to be seen.
He put butter on his toast and watched it melt slowly, the smell wafting up and warming him, despite the turmoil he felt inside.
He left the kitchen to re wash his face.
Wufei entered the apartment he shared with Heero quietly, hoping not to disturb the young man’s rest. However, when Heero came out of the room fully clothed and went into the kitchen, he began moving around normally. He tossed his keys on the coffee table and glanced at the tv.
He knew what would come eventually; the hard stares, the questions, the inevitable make up sex just to pacify Heero’s questions for another day. He watched Heero fry up some eggs and went to sit at the counter.
“You’re up early.”
Heero nodded and put some food on his plate. “I have the day off.”
Wufei laughed, stealing some bacon. “I’m late.” He put down the bitten piece and frowned. “Aren’t you going to offer me some? That’s really rude Heero.”
The Japanese boy flinched, but didn’t say anything.
“Heero!” Wufei stood up, pounding his fist down on the counter. Why wasn’t Heero begging for information? Why wasn’t he pleading with him to stay home all day? “Damn it you bitch --.”
Heero shoved the plate at him and went into the room, slamming and locking the door. Wufei scowled and reclaimed the bacon, chewing it angrily. It didn’t taste as nearly as sweet as it had before.
****
Zechs polished the bar counter until it shone, leaning over to see his reflection and smiling as he was successful. He watched his boss come into the common room and place a fat wad of bills down in front of him.
“You did an excellent job last night Blondie. The host said he wanted you for all of his functions. He’s having another one soon.”
The blond looked at the money and at the tall woman with brunette buns. “I don’t think I’ll do another one.”
“And why not?” an eyebrow rose over her circular rimmed glasses in mild curiosity.
His mind floated back to the kiss and stayed there, replaying the scene six different ways that all ended with his pants down and Treize –
“Answer me Merquise!”
He blinked back to reality and shook his head. “I just don’t feel like doing any private parties right now –”
“Well, I say you do and I say you will. There’s no way I’m passing up this deal, not for the money he’s offering. And make sure you tell your precious boyfriend to come see me when he gets in.”
The woman walked away, her heels pounding the glossy tiled floor.
Zechs put down his rag and stared into the bar. He didn’t want to see the executive again because deep inside he knew that –
The front door’s bell chime went off and he looked up, smiling at his customer. The woman sat down at the bar and put down a dollar and change.
“Just soda today Zechs. I’m on duty!”
He laughed and slid the money into his hands. “Noin, you really shouldn’t come by here in broad daylight, what about your reputation?”
She laughed and he began to get her a drink.
****
Trowa sat in his car and watched Quatre cross the street to the shopping center, his half eaten lunch in the seat next to him. He had already taken a half dozen pictures and was out of film, but it didn’t matter. As the blond escaped his view he started the car and followed him around the corner.
//He’s going into Foley’s*? // The long banged brunette left his car then, careful not to be seen and followed the youth into the store.
In the hour that passed he watched Quatre buy some new boxers, a cotton-poly blend without designs, two new pairs of jeans, he liked them a bit snug at 30-32, and six new t-shirts, three of which were polo style in blue, grey, and a fun citrus green. It’d only cost the blond around two hundred dollars seeing as it was the Men’s Store and everything was designer label.
Trowa read over the receipt again even as Quatre crossed the parking lot. He’d been helped by Sandy at 2:15 p.m. and was a preferred customer. He received a ten percent discount and would receive a gift on his next purchase.
He went to his car and followed the blonde’s bus. He wondered where Quatre would go next….
Five hours later, Trowa sat on top of his car, peering through Quatre’s windows with binoculars, trying to see what the blond was doing. It didn’t seem abnormal to him at all to have a sudden and obsessive interest in the blond. He was just…looking out for his koi in everyway possible.
As the blond came out of the shower and made his way to his bedroom, Trowa felt his pants tighten. Quatre began rubbing lotion all over his body in slow, circular patterns. The latino bit his lip and played at his zipper with one hand.
Surprise showed on Quatre’s face and Trowa watched him get the phone. He watched the blone’s mouth open in laughter and saw him curl the cord about his finger.
//Kawaii…//
His pants were still too tight and as the petite Arab continued to apply lotion even as he spoke on the phone, Trowa didn’t hesitate to stop his hand as it released his hardened member from its prison and began to stroke it liberally.
Quatre put the phone back and shuffled around his bedroom trying to decided on what to wear.
“…blue…” Trowa muttered, his breath coming heavy as the blond removed his towel. “…blue baby blue…it means you love me if you pick that blue shirt….”
After several shirts flew to the floor, Quatre shrugged on a baby blue button up t-shirt. He slipped into some tight black slacks and began fussing with his hair.
By this time, Trowa’s manipulations were at a fever pitch and he had dropped the binoculars in lieu of satisfying himself. As he felt a build up, he growled his love’s name over and over again until with a strangled cry, he shot all over his hands.
****
Quatre turned towards his window suddenly, feeling odd. He went over to the curtains and looked out. Seeing no one, he snatched them shut and went back to styling his hair.
****
Heero cleaned the kitchen absently and briefly wondered if Wufei would be coming back from work. He had made dinner, but if Wufei didn’t show up soon, he’d have to take it out of the fridge and reheat it.
The Asian had nearly broken the bedroom door down this morning when he wasn’t let in and when Heero did let him in, he’d been beaten. At least this time Wufei had avoided his face. After, when he’d tried to refuse sex, his boyfriend had nearly raped him before simply throwing him into the wall and cursing.
Heero winced as he felt pain work its way back into his body. He’d need more aspirin if he was going to finish this job.
He went to the medicine cabinet and looked in the mirror, almost shocked by his expression. He looked…defeated and sad. A long time ago, Wufei had told him his eyes were like a sparkling sea. He wondered if the Asian would say that now.
The front door slammed open and Heero flinched, nearly dropping the aspirin.
Wufei was home.
“Heero!” He called.
He listened to his lover walk to the bedroom and to the familiar drop of his briefcase.
“Heero are you here?”
“I’m in the b-bathroom!” He got some aspirin and came out. Wufei was taking off his work shirt. “I made dinner, I can reheat it if you want.”
“Whatever…”
The brunette took the aspirin and swallowed some water in a glass he’d left near the bed. He glanced at Wufei’s back, realizing he was still very much attracted to the sinewy body, the raven hair. He went over to him then, leaning on his back and sighing.
“Wufei…”
“What?” The man continued to undress, getting ready to shrug Heero off.
“What color are my eyes, do they remind you of anything?”
Wufei laughed and turned to face him, cupping his cheek. “Your eyes….” He leaned in closer to the youth, making him blush and smile shyly. “Are dull and blue, like a fucking dead dogs.” He pushed Heero away. “Stop wasting my time with your bullshit and go heat up my dinner. I’m going out tonight and if you’re not here in the morning I’m kicking your ass.”
Heero looked down at the floor and shook his head. He stared at Wufei, pleading. “Just tell me who it is! I promise I can do better! I love you Wufei if you’d just give me a chance to make it –”
He didn’t even cry out as he was punched, slumping to the floor. He just stared at the wood floor.
“Aren’t you going to cry? Huh? Bitch!?”
He felt the kick to his side and slid to the wall, shaking his head.
“Bitch…” Wufei changed his clothes and regarded Heero. “I’m the best you’ll ever have. There’s no one else. No one will ever save you. There’s no knight in armor, you hero for you.” He grabbed his keys and went towards the door. “So you’d better get used to it…”
Heero listened to Wufei leave and got up from the floor. Wufei had forgotten his dinner. He kitchen and began reheating it anyway.
~ “My name is Duo and you’re my Heero.”~
It came to his mind suddenly, shocking him out of the numbness brought on by his lover’s abuse.
“His hero…” the brunette turned off the oven and threw the food away.
****
*I dunno about this chapter. I wanted to do something for ya’ll. Next chapter will be right after this time wise, then we’ll do the jump.
*What do you think of stalker Trowa? Did he go into stalker mode too quick?
*Also, a brief look in on..*sigh* Dorothy and Relena.
****By the way, Foley\'s is a department store in HOuston! It\'s like..Macy\'s or Hect\'s or Dillards or where ever you go where you\'re from!
Pairings: various
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam, I wouldn’t be doing this would I?
Warning: meh
Rating: *shrugs*
Dancing For Your Love
Chapter 21
Heero poured himself coffee and watched the morning news from behind the counter. It was nice to have a day off after such a long nice. It was nice of the president to declare a company holiday like this.
He bit into a dry piece of toast and tried not to let the cheer of last night be erased by the tears that were coming out of his eyes. Wufei hadn’t been home all last night. He knew better after five years not to call the Asian’s cell phone, but he couldn’t help but wonder: Who had Wufei stayed with last night? What did he do? Where did he go?
Shaking his head, he chalked it up to coincidence. He’d slept so hard, he hadn’t heard his lover come home and he’d slept so late, he hadn’t heard him leave.
But Heero knew this wasn’t true. He’d stayed awake till three in the morning and awoken at eight. It was only nine=thirty now and still Wufei was no where to be seen.
He put butter on his toast and watched it melt slowly, the smell wafting up and warming him, despite the turmoil he felt inside.
He left the kitchen to re wash his face.
Wufei entered the apartment he shared with Heero quietly, hoping not to disturb the young man’s rest. However, when Heero came out of the room fully clothed and went into the kitchen, he began moving around normally. He tossed his keys on the coffee table and glanced at the tv.
He knew what would come eventually; the hard stares, the questions, the inevitable make up sex just to pacify Heero’s questions for another day. He watched Heero fry up some eggs and went to sit at the counter.
“You’re up early.”
Heero nodded and put some food on his plate. “I have the day off.”
Wufei laughed, stealing some bacon. “I’m late.” He put down the bitten piece and frowned. “Aren’t you going to offer me some? That’s really rude Heero.”
The Japanese boy flinched, but didn’t say anything.
“Heero!” Wufei stood up, pounding his fist down on the counter. Why wasn’t Heero begging for information? Why wasn’t he pleading with him to stay home all day? “Damn it you bitch --.”
Heero shoved the plate at him and went into the room, slamming and locking the door. Wufei scowled and reclaimed the bacon, chewing it angrily. It didn’t taste as nearly as sweet as it had before.
****
Zechs polished the bar counter until it shone, leaning over to see his reflection and smiling as he was successful. He watched his boss come into the common room and place a fat wad of bills down in front of him.
“You did an excellent job last night Blondie. The host said he wanted you for all of his functions. He’s having another one soon.”
The blond looked at the money and at the tall woman with brunette buns. “I don’t think I’ll do another one.”
“And why not?” an eyebrow rose over her circular rimmed glasses in mild curiosity.
His mind floated back to the kiss and stayed there, replaying the scene six different ways that all ended with his pants down and Treize –
“Answer me Merquise!”
He blinked back to reality and shook his head. “I just don’t feel like doing any private parties right now –”
“Well, I say you do and I say you will. There’s no way I’m passing up this deal, not for the money he’s offering. And make sure you tell your precious boyfriend to come see me when he gets in.”
The woman walked away, her heels pounding the glossy tiled floor.
Zechs put down his rag and stared into the bar. He didn’t want to see the executive again because deep inside he knew that –
The front door’s bell chime went off and he looked up, smiling at his customer. The woman sat down at the bar and put down a dollar and change.
“Just soda today Zechs. I’m on duty!”
He laughed and slid the money into his hands. “Noin, you really shouldn’t come by here in broad daylight, what about your reputation?”
She laughed and he began to get her a drink.
****
Trowa sat in his car and watched Quatre cross the street to the shopping center, his half eaten lunch in the seat next to him. He had already taken a half dozen pictures and was out of film, but it didn’t matter. As the blond escaped his view he started the car and followed him around the corner.
//He’s going into Foley’s*? // The long banged brunette left his car then, careful not to be seen and followed the youth into the store.
In the hour that passed he watched Quatre buy some new boxers, a cotton-poly blend without designs, two new pairs of jeans, he liked them a bit snug at 30-32, and six new t-shirts, three of which were polo style in blue, grey, and a fun citrus green. It’d only cost the blond around two hundred dollars seeing as it was the Men’s Store and everything was designer label.
Trowa read over the receipt again even as Quatre crossed the parking lot. He’d been helped by Sandy at 2:15 p.m. and was a preferred customer. He received a ten percent discount and would receive a gift on his next purchase.
He went to his car and followed the blonde’s bus. He wondered where Quatre would go next….
Five hours later, Trowa sat on top of his car, peering through Quatre’s windows with binoculars, trying to see what the blond was doing. It didn’t seem abnormal to him at all to have a sudden and obsessive interest in the blond. He was just…looking out for his koi in everyway possible.
As the blond came out of the shower and made his way to his bedroom, Trowa felt his pants tighten. Quatre began rubbing lotion all over his body in slow, circular patterns. The latino bit his lip and played at his zipper with one hand.
Surprise showed on Quatre’s face and Trowa watched him get the phone. He watched the blone’s mouth open in laughter and saw him curl the cord about his finger.
//Kawaii…//
His pants were still too tight and as the petite Arab continued to apply lotion even as he spoke on the phone, Trowa didn’t hesitate to stop his hand as it released his hardened member from its prison and began to stroke it liberally.
Quatre put the phone back and shuffled around his bedroom trying to decided on what to wear.
“…blue…” Trowa muttered, his breath coming heavy as the blond removed his towel. “…blue baby blue…it means you love me if you pick that blue shirt….”
After several shirts flew to the floor, Quatre shrugged on a baby blue button up t-shirt. He slipped into some tight black slacks and began fussing with his hair.
By this time, Trowa’s manipulations were at a fever pitch and he had dropped the binoculars in lieu of satisfying himself. As he felt a build up, he growled his love’s name over and over again until with a strangled cry, he shot all over his hands.
****
Quatre turned towards his window suddenly, feeling odd. He went over to the curtains and looked out. Seeing no one, he snatched them shut and went back to styling his hair.
****
Heero cleaned the kitchen absently and briefly wondered if Wufei would be coming back from work. He had made dinner, but if Wufei didn’t show up soon, he’d have to take it out of the fridge and reheat it.
The Asian had nearly broken the bedroom door down this morning when he wasn’t let in and when Heero did let him in, he’d been beaten. At least this time Wufei had avoided his face. After, when he’d tried to refuse sex, his boyfriend had nearly raped him before simply throwing him into the wall and cursing.
Heero winced as he felt pain work its way back into his body. He’d need more aspirin if he was going to finish this job.
He went to the medicine cabinet and looked in the mirror, almost shocked by his expression. He looked…defeated and sad. A long time ago, Wufei had told him his eyes were like a sparkling sea. He wondered if the Asian would say that now.
The front door slammed open and Heero flinched, nearly dropping the aspirin.
Wufei was home.
“Heero!” He called.
He listened to his lover walk to the bedroom and to the familiar drop of his briefcase.
“Heero are you here?”
“I’m in the b-bathroom!” He got some aspirin and came out. Wufei was taking off his work shirt. “I made dinner, I can reheat it if you want.”
“Whatever…”
The brunette took the aspirin and swallowed some water in a glass he’d left near the bed. He glanced at Wufei’s back, realizing he was still very much attracted to the sinewy body, the raven hair. He went over to him then, leaning on his back and sighing.
“Wufei…”
“What?” The man continued to undress, getting ready to shrug Heero off.
“What color are my eyes, do they remind you of anything?”
Wufei laughed and turned to face him, cupping his cheek. “Your eyes….” He leaned in closer to the youth, making him blush and smile shyly. “Are dull and blue, like a fucking dead dogs.” He pushed Heero away. “Stop wasting my time with your bullshit and go heat up my dinner. I’m going out tonight and if you’re not here in the morning I’m kicking your ass.”
Heero looked down at the floor and shook his head. He stared at Wufei, pleading. “Just tell me who it is! I promise I can do better! I love you Wufei if you’d just give me a chance to make it –”
He didn’t even cry out as he was punched, slumping to the floor. He just stared at the wood floor.
“Aren’t you going to cry? Huh? Bitch!?”
He felt the kick to his side and slid to the wall, shaking his head.
“Bitch…” Wufei changed his clothes and regarded Heero. “I’m the best you’ll ever have. There’s no one else. No one will ever save you. There’s no knight in armor, you hero for you.” He grabbed his keys and went towards the door. “So you’d better get used to it…”
Heero listened to Wufei leave and got up from the floor. Wufei had forgotten his dinner. He kitchen and began reheating it anyway.
~ “My name is Duo and you’re my Heero.”~
It came to his mind suddenly, shocking him out of the numbness brought on by his lover’s abuse.
“His hero…” the brunette turned off the oven and threw the food away.
****
*I dunno about this chapter. I wanted to do something for ya’ll. Next chapter will be right after this time wise, then we’ll do the jump.
*What do you think of stalker Trowa? Did he go into stalker mode too quick?
*Also, a brief look in on..*sigh* Dorothy and Relena.
****By the way, Foley\'s is a department store in HOuston! It\'s like..Macy\'s or Hect\'s or Dillards or where ever you go where you\'re from!