[Fic: GW] The Night Club 13/?
Title: The Night Club 13/?
Fandom: GW
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Quatre/Trowa
Notes: ----> 12.
***
"So you're back," Quatre said, still sitting behind his desk. He stared at Trowa. It was dark and he hadn't bothered to turn any lights on by the small desk lamp on the corner of his desk. "It's, uh, good to see you."
Trowa nodded, still just by the door. He stared impassively at the long distance from where Quatre sat and where he stood by the door. It could seem impossible. "You too," Trowa said and started the long journey to Quatre's desk. Quatre jerked up from his seat and bit his lip.
"I've missed you," Quatre said suddenly. He looked almost surprised himself that he had said it. Then blushing, Quatre shook his head. "I did," he said, "I missed you so much sometimes that I wondered how I would survive without you. But I did. I did survive without you."
"You look older," Trowa commented, taking one step forward and regarding Quatre thoughtfully. "Not in a bad way. You just look more dignified, more sure of yourself. You got that night club up and running just like you wanted since you were young. You wanted a place where everyone could have fun and drink and be safe."
"Yes," Quatre whispered. "I have my night club but everyone isn't safe. Dekim wants it out of business, he wants to hurt me because he think I made Treize a queer before he died. As if! I don't know what else he plans but it can't be good." He swallowed, "I'm so tired sometimes. Everyone expects me to have the answers, to do the work and sometimes, I - " Quatre looked away.
"Dekim is a bastard," Trowa said, nodding, taking another step forward. He couldn't see Quatre's face from this angle, the light only crowned his head while his face was in shadow. "He wants me dead. I broke free of him and he hates that. He hates losing control of people."
"I expected at much," Quatre said tiredly, "I thought you would never come back. Because Dekim is going to go after you and he's going to be vicious. He's going to be after both of us."
"No one seems to be taking this death threat against my life too seriously," Trowa murmured. "I found my family, Quatre, my real family." Trowa was by the corner of Quatre'sdesk by now. He still couldn't see Quatre's face.
"Really?" Quatre asked and he laughed a little. "I'm glad. It would have been pointless if you hadn't. You would left me, left me and it would have been for nothing."
"Never nothing," Trowa said a hint of anger in his voice. "You were engaged to Dorothy. I was the other man. You don't think I hated that?"
"You know, just as she did that it was merely a mutual agreement to get society off our backs," Quatre snapped, knuckles white on his desk.
"It still hurt," Trowa said, "Knowing that people thought you didn't, you weren't with me."
"That I didn't what? Belong to you? Love you? What Barton? What didn't I do that wasn't enough for you?" Quatre yelled, his face flung up as he glared hotly at Trowa.
"Didn't want us, enough," Trowa ground out.
"That's what I've always wanted, Trowa," Quatre said, stepping away from his chair until he was facing Trowa. "Always, I've always wanted you."
They stood, staring at each other and both breathing heavily.
"I didn't see that," Trowa said, reaching out and taking Quatre's hand. "I guess I just didn't see."
"And I guess your real family must be worth all of that," Quatre said, placing his other hand on Trowa's and rubbing his thumb against their clasped hands.
Trowa laughed, "You're an idiot sometimes, you know that?" Trowa tugged him closer and hugged him, kissing his briefly on the forehead. "I found my sister, yes, but I also found you while I was away."
"I - " Quatre frowned, staring at him, perplexed over what Trowa had just said. "Does that mean?" Trowa moved his face even closer until their breath was intermingling.
"Yeah, just that," Trowa murmured, kissing Quatre lightly on the lips. A bright, beaming smile erupted on Quatre's face as he whooped and wrapped his arms around Trowa, kissing him firmly and pressing him against his desk.
"So much to make up for," Quatre said, grinning.
Fandom: GW
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Quatre/Trowa
Notes: ----> 12.
***
"So you're back," Quatre said, still sitting behind his desk. He stared at Trowa. It was dark and he hadn't bothered to turn any lights on by the small desk lamp on the corner of his desk. "It's, uh, good to see you."
Trowa nodded, still just by the door. He stared impassively at the long distance from where Quatre sat and where he stood by the door. It could seem impossible. "You too," Trowa said and started the long journey to Quatre's desk. Quatre jerked up from his seat and bit his lip.
"I've missed you," Quatre said suddenly. He looked almost surprised himself that he had said it. Then blushing, Quatre shook his head. "I did," he said, "I missed you so much sometimes that I wondered how I would survive without you. But I did. I did survive without you."
"You look older," Trowa commented, taking one step forward and regarding Quatre thoughtfully. "Not in a bad way. You just look more dignified, more sure of yourself. You got that night club up and running just like you wanted since you were young. You wanted a place where everyone could have fun and drink and be safe."
"Yes," Quatre whispered. "I have my night club but everyone isn't safe. Dekim wants it out of business, he wants to hurt me because he think I made Treize a queer before he died. As if! I don't know what else he plans but it can't be good." He swallowed, "I'm so tired sometimes. Everyone expects me to have the answers, to do the work and sometimes, I - " Quatre looked away.
"Dekim is a bastard," Trowa said, nodding, taking another step forward. He couldn't see Quatre's face from this angle, the light only crowned his head while his face was in shadow. "He wants me dead. I broke free of him and he hates that. He hates losing control of people."
"I expected at much," Quatre said tiredly, "I thought you would never come back. Because Dekim is going to go after you and he's going to be vicious. He's going to be after both of us."
"No one seems to be taking this death threat against my life too seriously," Trowa murmured. "I found my family, Quatre, my real family." Trowa was by the corner of Quatre'sdesk by now. He still couldn't see Quatre's face.
"Really?" Quatre asked and he laughed a little. "I'm glad. It would have been pointless if you hadn't. You would left me, left me and it would have been for nothing."
"Never nothing," Trowa said a hint of anger in his voice. "You were engaged to Dorothy. I was the other man. You don't think I hated that?"
"You know, just as she did that it was merely a mutual agreement to get society off our backs," Quatre snapped, knuckles white on his desk.
"It still hurt," Trowa said, "Knowing that people thought you didn't, you weren't with me."
"That I didn't what? Belong to you? Love you? What Barton? What didn't I do that wasn't enough for you?" Quatre yelled, his face flung up as he glared hotly at Trowa.
"Didn't want us, enough," Trowa ground out.
"That's what I've always wanted, Trowa," Quatre said, stepping away from his chair until he was facing Trowa. "Always, I've always wanted you."
They stood, staring at each other and both breathing heavily.
"I didn't see that," Trowa said, reaching out and taking Quatre's hand. "I guess I just didn't see."
"And I guess your real family must be worth all of that," Quatre said, placing his other hand on Trowa's and rubbing his thumb against their clasped hands.
Trowa laughed, "You're an idiot sometimes, you know that?" Trowa tugged him closer and hugged him, kissing his briefly on the forehead. "I found my sister, yes, but I also found you while I was away."
"I - " Quatre frowned, staring at him, perplexed over what Trowa had just said. "Does that mean?" Trowa moved his face even closer until their breath was intermingling.
"Yeah, just that," Trowa murmured, kissing Quatre lightly on the lips. A bright, beaming smile erupted on Quatre's face as he whooped and wrapped his arms around Trowa, kissing him firmly and pressing him against his desk.
"So much to make up for," Quatre said, grinning.