Trowa's Mission Part 2
Trowa sat beside Quatre, listening intently as his lover talked on the phone on their way home from work. He had asked for a job and Quatre had hired him on as a bodyguard. He didn't complain- he got to be close to Quatre all day- got to see and hear everything that went on.
He had expected some resistance from Quatre's Maguanacs- the few remaining served as Quatre's bodyguard. But Rashid, still as pragmatic as ever had simply grinned. "He'll accept more from you," he said, and it was true. Quatre didn't like having his guards around all the time, but he accepted their presence when Trowa insisted.
Trowa insisted a lot. It worried him to read through the death threats Quatre got, to see how many enemies not only WEI had- but Quatre personally. It was to be expected he supposed- WEI was involved in a lot of things, and competitions for contracts were fierce. To learn that Quatre usually dismissed his bodyguards as much as he could worried Trowa greatly. He'd been putting himself into danger for years... it made Trowa twitch just to think about it. Rashid's stories of near-misses didn't help.
So he stuck as close to Quatre as he could, rarely giving up his space to anyone else, diligent and watchful- not only of the information he sought, but of Quatre too.
It was easier than Trowa had expected, fitting into Quatre's life- he hadn't truly believed there would be a place there for him... it had been one of the reasons he had used to persuade himself that he shouldn't take Quatre up on his offer...
But there was a place, and it made him feel needed. Quatre acted as if Trowa had always been there, as if they had spent years together instead of days.
He hated the thought of having to give it up when the mission ended, hated the thought of leaving Quatre... and he'd have to once Quatre discovered the real reason that he'd taken the offer...
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Trowa ushered Quatre into the house, relieved as always to get Quatre safely home, despite the fact he knew damn well that home was not ever really safe. Still, once the door was closed behind them, Trowa managed to relax a little.
Quatre smiled at him. "I have one phone call to make, and then I'll meet you upstairs?"
"Okay," Trowa agreed. He headed for the stairs as Quatre headed towards the office. Once the door closed behind Quatre, Trowa slipped his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a card. Flicking the edge of it produced a small earphone that he slipped into his ear as he walked up the stairs.
He'd placed the bug under Quatre's desk, so he heard the slide of the chair as Quatre sat down, the click of the phone keys.
"It's me. You called?"
Trowa frowned- he couldn't hear the other end of the conversation- he hadn't dared mess with the phone system, WEI had too much security on the lines... So he could only guess at the other half of the conversation.
A sigh. "I told you- it's impossible. No."
Trowa reached the bedroom. He sat down on the bed, still listening.
"I can't do this for you anymore, angel, I'm sorry- you know why. He came back to me- I can't risk losing him, even for you..."
Trowa's chest suddenly tightened. Who was Quatre talking to?
"Of course I care. I haven't told anyone what you're doing have I? Despite all your protests that it's for the good of mankind, I know better... Oh please- you think I believe that?" Another sigh. "Threats are useless against me and you know it. You couldn't hurt me."
Trowa focused past the pain. Was this what the Preventers were looking for?
"Look- I meant it. I'm shutting you down. I will not risk my neck for you- not when I have Trowa to consider now. I've told you- nothing could mean more to me than he does- not even you." A long pause, then: "I am sorry, angel, truly..." There was a click as Quatre hung the phone up.
Trowa pulled the earpiece out, stowing it carefully. At least he had something to go on. Something to do with WEI was shutting down- something that Quatre had been willing to hide. He'd have to call Duo and Heero tomorrow...
He lay back on the bed wondering who Quatre had been talking to... it was foolish to think that Quatre had spent all of his time alone in the years they'd been apart... Apparently his arrival had caused something to be broken off... something that maybe had made Quatre happy... and he'd sacrificed it for Trowa... He closed his eyes at the thought.
Though if the connection was the one that was getting Quatre into trouble with the Preventers, then it was a good thing that he had broken things off... Trowa shook his head. Logically that might be the case, but he shouldn't use that to assuage his own guilt...
"Everything all right?" Gentle fingers touched his forehead. Trowa opened his eyes to find Quatre leaning over him, a worry-line creasing his forehead. "You okay?"
"Fine. A little tired." He reached up and pulled Quatre down into his embrace. He wanted to kiss his lover gently, reassuringly, but he couldn't... the phone call lingered in his mind, the affection in Quatre's tone, the way Quatre had called the other 'angel'...
Quatre returned the fierce kiss without a murmur of complaint, opening his lips and sliding his arms around Trowa in response.
It wasn't enough.
Trowa rolled over, pinning Quatre beneath him, pushing him into the pillows, pulling clothing out of the way. Quatre was his... at least for the moment....
TBC...
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