A Well Bred Young Man - Part VI

GW fanfic by Scheherazade

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or it’s characters, they belong to Sotosu, Bandi, and Sunrise. I am making no money off of this fic.

Warnings: Yaoi, Random Dickens References, bits o’ angst flitting about.

Pairings: 13X4, R+D, 2+H

C&C: Please! I beg of you, feed the feedback beaver! *Beaver is chewing on leg of chair* *chatters*

Notes: After series AU - Treize isn’t dead (just veddy badly injured) events in EW might be changed (no more hostile takeover by Mari-chan) this part starts right after the last one, but skips nine years in the middle… just so you don’t get confused.

Muhib= ‘my dear’ in Arabic… um, approximately…

~Thoughts~

* * * = Change in POV/scene

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AC 196

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The first thing he was aware of was a warm weight on his chest. Buried in pillows and a comforter, in addition to the unidentified heat source, Treize was reluctant to awaken, but it was inevitable. He slowly opened his cerulean eyes and right away met with two bright aquamarine pools. Quatre’s chin rested on Treize’s breastbone and he had gotten himself all trussed up in the sheet before pulling the down comforter over both of them. The small blonde had a little grin on his face that brightened his entire countenance. Treize brought his hands down around to pillow under his head and smiled back. "Good morning," he purred.

"Yes, it *is* a very good morning, isn’t it? It was a very good night, too." Quatre blushed from his own comments, but the rise of blood did nothing to dampen his impish smile.

Treize raised one hand to brush gently across Quatre’s cheek and his grin widened when the slight Arab leaned into the touch. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mmm… very well." He tilted his head down to place a kiss at the small indentation that formed between Treize’s collarbones. The boy then raised his eyes back to meet Treize’s as he pressed a reverent kiss to the German’s caressing palm. Treize chuckled deep in his chest, the vibration of his voice tickling the smaller man. The man pulled Quatre further up his body by his mummy-like wrapping to plant a passion filled kiss directly on his sweet rose lips.

~So beautiful… ~

Treize pushed himself to a sitting position and moved Quatre into his lap. Stretching, he smiled down at him. Quatre wriggled a little and gazed back up at him with half-lidded eyes. Still blushing faintly, he purred in a higher mimicry of Treize’s deep growl, "I can’t seem to untangle from these sheets…"

"Well then," Treize finished, "Let me help you with that." He flipped Quatre onto his back and wriggled his hands into the twists in the sheets, sometimes brushing with the pale boy’s smooth pale skin. After he loosened the sheet enough, he lay down on top of his lover and slid his hands around to cup Quatre’s backside.

Quatre flinched a little at the pressure; he was still a little sore from last night’s activities. Seeing this, Treize immediately slid off the bed, pulling Quatre with him to stand on the plush carpeting. He looked down into Quatre’s reflective aqua eyes and asked, "Are you all right? I… I didn’t hurt you, did I?"

Quatre blushed, "No, no… I’m still a little sore… that’s all." He reached up with his hand to brush away the lines of consternation from the older man’s face. "Honestly, it was worth it."

Treize let out a breath in relief, "Good, because I never want to hurt you."

~Never… like, never in our forever. I want to stay with you forever, even though I’ve known you like this only a short time. I don’t want anything to come between us, and I especially don’t want you to be harmed by my past…~

They stood, holding each other like that, for a while, standing in the golden patch of dawn’s light at the beginning of their time together.

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AC 204

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Quatre woke up slowly, the sheer veil of sleep leaving his eyes gradually and denying him reentry to his dreams. Groaning in disappointment, he reached out with his bared arms to pull closer to his lover only to encounter ruffled bed sheets and a discarded pillow. Disappointed in a groggy sort of way, the now-twenty-four-year-old man raised his ruffled blonde head out of his own pillow and looked around blearily. As he had suspected, there was no one around-save for the orange striped cat named Gus he and his lover had rescued from the rain one night, which was happily napping on a dark, wooden rocking chair at the far end of the room.

He sat up and scrubbed the sleep out of his eyes and ran a hand through his tousled hair. He had let it grow until it hung down to his shoulders, about as long as Wufei’s had been when they had first met.

~I haven’t seen Wufei in a while… I wonder what he’s doing in the Preventers…~

Idly thinking such thoughts, as well as wondering what clothes to wear on that day, Quatre heard a rattling and clanging from the kitchen, so he threw on a pair of slacks and a tee-shirt and sauntered in that direction, yawning all the way.

"Treize?" He questioned peering around the corner into the white tiled room. As he did so, his nose picked up the scent of Belgian waffles and coffee, and he grinned.

"Good morning, Love," greeted Treize, who was fixing a cup of the coffee for himself.

"Mmm… morning, Coffee…"

Treize raised an eyebrow at his lover’s greeting but didn’t comment on it, knowing the Arab’s addiction to the caffinated beverage.

Quatre poured himself a cup, sipped it, and sighed happily before padding over to take a seat across from his lover. Inhaling the mixed scent of the wonderfully dark coffee and the buttermilk of the waffles, he smiled contentedly. "Why are you awake so early, Muhib?" he asked of his lover.

Treize leaned back in his chair, "Drink your coffee, Love… I’ve told you that I’m going to visit Dorothy on Earth today…"

Quatre furrowed his brow at the mug of coffee in his hands. "Oh yes… um… why, again? Just to refresh my memory…"

Treize chuckled, "Because-would you want to be left alone there with a pregnant former-queen of the world? She’s also planning something for their anniversary-"

"Ten years…" interrupted Quatre idly.

"-so I agreed to distract Relena for her."

"How long are you going for?" inquired Quatre, hoping it wouldn’t be long. The caffeine had not yet kicked in his short term recall system.

"Only a week, Love."

Quatre scowled, "Your cousin is evil…"

Treize suppressed a smirk and instead smiled warmly at the smaller man. "You’d better eat quickly or else you’ll be late for work…"

Quatre looked exasperatedly at Treize. "What will happen? I can’t fire myself, you know…"

"Ah, yes, but those representatives from the iron company on L-5 will be rather peeved if you miss your meeting." Before he could say anything more, Quatre had chugged the remainder of his coffee and bolted towards the bathroom and bedroom to get ready for work. Treize shrugged and casually finished his breakfast.

A few minutes later, Quatre ran back out, glomped onto Treize tightly and whispered, "I love you, Muhib."

Treize murmured back, "I love you, my Quatre." Before his lover ran out the door to go to work.

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Meanwhile, on colony L-3-1466

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The circus performer formerly known as Nanashi, now called Trowa Barton, turned his face up to the artificial sun of the colony. Sweat poured down his face as he labored to lift hay for the elephants in the sweltering weather. He was still working as a clown/target, although the circus had stopped travelling a few years back, settled on the most populated of the colonies, and was doing very profitable business there. Trowa had taken up residence nearby the tent-site in the same apartment building as his older sister, Catherine.

A small, blue clothed figure appeared from around the corner of the colorful tent and hesitated before walking up to him. He paused in his work to turn and regard the short girl. She looked like she was about fourteen years old and had shoulder-length, thin, red hair and pale, blue eyes.

"The public is not allowed behind the tents, Miss." He told her, wondering as to why she was there.

"The lady up front told me to come back here," she said in a soft voice. She looked up at Trowa questioningly. "I’m looking for my uncle, his name is Trowa Barton. I am Marimaia Barton. Are you Trowa Barton?"

{End Part VI… TBC… *grins evilly*}