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TQ Drabbles
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 Revelations
Rating: PG13
Pairing: 4+3
Summary: Quatre has a revelation.
Written for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) razberrycreme
It was the second he hit the General, not a moment earlier, when Quatre realized he was in love with Trowa.
He was so stunned by the revelation that he let the Preventers secure his hands with handcuffs behind his back and relieve him of his gun without protest. The General stood up slowly, his lip was bleeding, the skin red and already swelling. Quatre wasn't surprised when the General spit a tooth into his own hand and glared murderously at him.
"You will pay for this," the General said, and then turned back to the other Preventers. "Throw Captain Winner in the brig."
The brig was located in one of the sublevels of Preventers' HQ, just next to the temporary holding cells. There were only two open bared cells to discipline Preventer agents and they were almost always empty.
After Quatre's hands were uncuffed and the agents left the brig, he settled on the narrow cot, looking up at the ceiling. He had just hit a General. As Duo would say, he was in deep shit. However, Quatre was more concerned about the reason why he had reacted so violently. The General had called Quatre to his office to discuss a strategy to bring down a prostitution ring. Jokingly, the General had suggested sending in their infiltration expert since, as he had said, 'Captain Barton would look good on his back with his legs spread.' Just remembering those words made Quatre clench his hands into fists and wish that the General was here so he could slug him again.
Now, Quatre understood that what he felt for Trowa was more than friendship. He didn't know what he would have done of the General had made the same insinuation about any of the other pilots but he liked to think that he would have acted in a more intelligent manner. Instead, he had been impulsive and gotten himself thrown in the damn brig.
It didn't matter, Quatre thought to himself. As soon as he was released – which judging by the General's missing tooth could take a few days – he was going to make sure the General regretted even thinking such things about Trowa. Quatre had made people file for bankruptcy in less than a day before, and he had no problem doing it again. General or not, the bastard was going down.
Plotting revenge was good, it kept Quatre busy and allowed him to ignore the question in the back of his head, one he didn't want to be asking himself…
What now?
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In the Morning…
Rating: PG
Pairing: 3x4
Summary: Just a normal morning.
Written for darthanne
It was fun to watch Quatre stumble into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes and looking a lot younger than twenty; his hair sticking up in weird angles, his chest bare and the pajama bottoms low on his hips. Trowa watched, through sleepy eyes, and after the bathroom door was closed, Trowa shut his eyes again. Quatre spent twenty minutes in the bathroom and Trowa used that time to sleep, dreaming of Quatre, and sometimes being lucky enough to remember the dreams when he woke.
Quatre emerged from the bathroom impeccable. Hair combed, eyes open and alert, shaved, and dressed in a tailored three piece suit. The only thing missing was the tie. Trowa always picked up the ties. This morning he decided on a pale lavender one and tied it smoothly around Quatre's neck. Quatre looked good with colorful ties.
Then they went down to breakfast, Trowa barefoot and wearing pajama bottoms, and Quatre ready for work. The kitchen staff always had the food ready in time and Quatre and Trowa ate, talking amiably about one thing or another. Halfway through breakfast Trowa would be awake enough to make some sense.
After brushing their teeth in the upstairs bathroom, Quatre gave Trowa a goodbye kiss, gathered his briefcase and left for the office. Trowa then stretched his arms lazily over his head and went back to bed for another hour. After all, he didn't need to be in Preventers HQ until nine, and he liked his sleep.
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At Lunch…
Rating: PG
Pairing: 3x4
Summary: Sequel to "In the Morning…" Just a normal day lunch.
Written for razberrycreme
Everyone in Preventers HQ knew Quatre Winner. Some few also knew that Trowa Barton wasn't the only reason why the billionaire paid daily visits to HQ. Those few who had high enough clearance thought of Quatre as Captain Winner, and weren’t fooled by the three piece suit or elegant demeanor.
Even though Quatre had daily one hour meetings scheduled with various Preventer agents every day at 2 pm, he always arrived at HQ at 1pm sharp. He would walk pass the lobby, into the elevators, to the tenth floor and into Trowa's office.
Minutes later, both of them would leave the building, climb into Quatre's sports car or Trowa's bike and drive off to a restaurant. Whoever wasn't driving got to pick. Quatre favored upscale restaurants that always had a table reserved for Mr. Winner, while Trowa liked small places with plastic chairs and smiling patrons that happily greeted Trowa and his 'cute boyfriend' at the door. No matter how many times he'd heard it, Quatre always mutter that he wasn't cute and the patrons, thinking that he was, would give them dessert for free.
When they arrived back at Preventers', the former pilots would gather in Duo's office – because it was the one with the couch – and spend the last few minutes of the lunch break talking. Then, Quatre would wave goodbye at the others, kiss Trowa and go to his meeting.
And after he was done, Quatre would sneak into Trowa's office for one quick kiss before going back to WEI and his work.
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Aguardiente
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 3x4
Warnings: Lime, Quatre's POV.
Summary: Sort of a sequel to "Tinto y Café con Leche". Trowa and Quatre try another drink
Written for raletha
Trowa pulled me up the stairs of the colonial hostel we were staying on, opened our room with one hand, and closed the door, pressing me against it. We were wet. The rain had stopped in the middle of the afternoon but by night it was pouring down again. The bar we had been in was just a few blocks away from out hostel so we had decided to walk.
He kissed me; his lips were cold and his mouth hot. He tasted of rain and that liquor we had been drinking all night. Aguardiente, Trowa had called it, firewater. I had hated the first shot, drank the second reluctantly and asked for the third.
I put a hand behind Trowa's head and kept him pressed to me, enjoying the long kiss. We parted, gasping, and just looked at each other for a moment. Trowa's white shirt was wet, clinging to his torso, and almost transparent, showing his chest. If I hadn't been hard before, that sight would have been all I needed.
Pushing him on the bed, I straddled him and ran my hands up and down his shirt, opening the buttons and finally leaning down to suck the raindrops clinging to his skin. Meanwhile, Trowa opened my trousers and pulled them and my boxers down, leaving me naked from the waist down. His hands were cold on my cock, and I shivered, but then he started moving them, stroking me, and my shivers were replaced by soft moans.
His nipples were hard and cold. I ran my tongue over them, licking softly, trying to heat them up. Awkwardly, with fingers too cold and numb to work properly, I unbuttoned Trowa's jeans and started to pull them down. It took some effort but I managed to strip Trowa of everything but his open shirt, leaving him laying beneath me, his cock hard and exposed.
I licked my lips and smiled at him. He smiled back, his eyes burning and his skin still wet. Fire and water, I thought leaning down to kiss him, a perfect combination. |
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