Title: (Getting) Physical (in) Geology 3/5
Author: Zillie
Warnings: shonen ai, language, hentai geology, the Volkswagen Beetle of Death, dancing pink death elephants...
Pairings: 3+4, hints of future 1+2
Disclaimer: GW belongs to sotsubandisunrise. Midori is an original character (who is a great deal more interesting in the mystery my friend and I are writing). Wolfwood is borrowed from Trigun (which I cannot recommend highly enough) and belongs to Naito (and there are six different ways to spell his name!) Yasuhiro, who is a god.

(Getting) Physical (in) Geology + Part 3

Quatre was waiting when Duo got back.

The braided boy looked surprised to see him.

"Hi," Quatre said. "How was class?"

Duo warily removed his shoes and set his backpack down. "Good."

"Your religion class, right?" Quatre grinned sunnily and crossed his legs, swinging them back and forth a bit. He was perched in a chair. A desk chair. Duo's desk chair.

And Duo's laptop sat open and glowing before him.

"You like the professor, don't you?" Quatre pushed.

Violet eyes narrowed, and stayed fixed to that angelic face as Duo moved cautiously about the room, careful to keep his back to the wall. "Yeah. Professor Wolfwood has an... interesting take on religion. We get along well."

"He's your minor adviser, isn't he?" Quatre said, absolutely beaming.

"We get along well," Duo repeated, his voice a little strained.

"I'm so glad," Quatre said. He cocked his head to the side and turned his smile up a few watts.

Duo's eyes flicked towards the door longingly, but he squared his shoulders and stood his ground. "Uh," he said, careful to stand as far away from his roommate as possible. "I thought that you... were going to... geology... ."

Quatre batted his lashes -- just twice. Any more would be overkill. "Oh, Trowa and I worked things out quickly. And I'm so glad, because I had time to come back here and clean up a mess before you got back!"

Duo's eyes narrowed; obviously deciding that he wasn't in mortal danger, he inched closer. Quatre hid a smile -- the boy was very protective of his computer.

It was a weakness.

"A mess?" Duo echoed.

"Uh-huh," Quatre said cheerfully. "I seem to have left some of my files on your computer, oddly enough! Like this one -- has my name right there. It's a paragraph on earthquakes... let's see. Pressure begins to build up because of two hard, solid, long pieces of rock rubbing back and forth against each other... one early effect is that animal behavior becomes apparent, and everyone goes wild. Fluid begins to build up under the surface... it erupts out of the epicenter, and the world moves... one primary shudder followed by smaller secondary ones... . the pressure spills out away from the focus in love waves." He turned to smile sweetly at Duo again. The braided boy's eyes were on his computer; he inched forward. "Funny. I never realized that my writing style was so, well," he shrugged, smiled, and tacked his roommate. They both went sprawling to the floor.

"Ugh," Duo groaned.

Quatre's smile was just a touch more feral; his tone was still pleasant and reasonable. "What the fuck did you think you were doing?" he asked, pulling himself up to straddle his prone roommate.

"Oh," Duo moaned. "Jesus, Q-man."

"For God's sake, Duo," Quatre snapped, all niceness gone. "You were raised in a fucking monastery! Don't you know anything about honesty? Respect?"

"It wasn't a monastery," Duo muttered, rubbing his head. "Do you know how hard this floor is?"

"No," Quatre said, "but it can't be half as hard as I am angry."

Duo met his eyes.

"God!" Quatre said, and got up. He slammed his fist into the post of their bunk beds.

Duo painfully sat up, leaning against the lower bunk. "I just... ." He shrugged. "Wanted you to be happy."

Quatre smirked mockingly. "Well, then. I'm sure that you'll be happy to know that I'm going over to Trowa's tonight. Don't wait up." His smirk intensified as he leaned over and tapped three buttons on Duo's computer. "See you later," he said.

Duo's eyes widened and he struggled to his feet as his roommate slammed the door behind me. "Quatre, what the hell?" He ran over to the laptop. "Oh, Jesus, no!"


"Gundam University tech support. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. You want to know how to stop the pink elephants that are dancing across your screen. Uh-huh. I see. Hold please."

"Gundam University psychiatric ward. How may I help you today?"


Duo stared miserably into his coffee. "It's not just the pink elephants. It's not just that they're wearing tutus. I could deal with that. But why, Hilde, why did he have to make them have long braids and hold scythes?"

Hilde smirked. "I personally admire his restraint."

Duo fell back in his chair. The friends sat in the small coffeehouse across the street from the college, and the chairs were much more comfortable than anything that could be found on campus. "I've been stabbed in the back, Hilde. By my best friend -- you've been like a brother to me!"

Hilde just sipped her coffee. "With all that hair, you should hardly notice a few knife wounds."

He raised an eyebrow and was about to say something when Hilde focused on someone across the room. "Hi, Relena!"

The blond girl waved and smiled before turning back to the boy she was with. His cobalt eyes flickered over Hilde and Duo before resuming their scan of the chalkboard menu.

"Which reminds me," Hilde said. "Relena invited me to visit her over spring break. So I don't need a ride."

"Shinigami and I will endeavor to make the trip without you," Duo muttered, still sore.

"Actually... we're going to Relena's house in Conneticut. Which is on your way home. So I figured we could sort of caravan that far, and you and, uh, your car -- "


"The black Beetle of Death."

"It would only be ridiculous if he was one of the new Beetles. But he's vintage, so it's all good."

"I probably shouldn't mention that Quatre mentioned something about a trip to the craft store to pick up pink paint and elephant stencils."

Duo slammed his cup down. "You're kidding." He stood and ran from the shop.

Nobody noticed the intense blue eyes that followed him until he was long gone from vision.

"Yes," Hilde said with a smile, "I am."


"I wasn't sure what you liked in your coffee," Quatre said. Trowa shrugged. "I've found that American coffee is so bad that it makes no difference."

Quatre handed him a cup. "Just try it."

The boy took a dubious sip. And gasped. "I haven't had coffee like this since... . since I moved to America."

"Told you I made good coffee," Quatre smiled.

Trowa shyly smiled back.

Silence fell.

"Uh, do you want to go over geology?" Trowa asked awkwardly.

"I know it," Quatre said. "And I printed out new copies of all the right answers, so here. I'm sorry about this whole thing. Duo's something of an idiot."

"I didn't mind," Trowa said, looking at the papers he held. "I mean, I did mind. I mean, I minded that it was Duo. That it was a joke. I was sort of disappointed when I figured out that it wasn't you. That you had nothing to do with it." He gave a self deprecating laugh. "I'm sorry -- I never know what to say."

"You do fine when you lecture," Quatre said.

"I can tell you all about rocks, that's true," Trowa acknowledged. "But the semester is almost half over and I haven't been able to tell you anything else."

Quatre looked at him.

"I've been trying to ask you out all semester," Trowa said. "I, uh, I like you." He shoved the papers down on his desk. "And now I don't know what else to say."

"I don't either," Quatre said. He walked closer. "So don't say anything."


"You taste like summer," Trowa murmured a while later. They were on his bed, still fully clothed, surrounded only by the christmas lights that hung from the wall. They had been elaborately arranged in the shape of a lion. Quatre ran his fingers through Trowa's mane.

"You taste like a jungle," he said. "Exotic and beautiful and probably deadly." He nipped at Trowa's neck and began to unbutton the other boy's shirt.

"You're the summer sun," Trowa mumbled between gasps. "Bright and beautiful and the source of all life... and I think that you could burn me much more easily than I could devour you."

"I think I'd like to be devoured," Quatre said mischievously. It was another hour before Trowa answered the now sleeping boy.

"But I don't want to be burned."


"Do you want to meet me for lunch?"

Quatre paused. "I, um..."

Trowa sat up, the emerald sheets falling away from his exquisite body. "I haven't had much experience with this, Quatre. Are we... together now? I want us to be." He shook his head. "I've never said anything like that to anyone before... I've never done anything like this before... but there's never been anyone like you before."

Quatre fastened the buttons on his shirt.

"So just tell me. Are we together?"

He met the green eye in the mirror, and thrilled to the way Trowa's tousled hair looked of a morning. "I would say so."

Trowa let out a breath neither had known he was holding. "Well, if lunch is bad, do you want to meet me for dinner? Either your dining hall or mine would be fine."

Quatre thought. "Why don't I come over this evening and bring takeout or something? I'm a little mad at Duo and I'm looking for a place to sleep anyway."

"Okay," Trowa said slowly. "That would be fine. And then maybe we could go see a movie?"

"There's nothing good out," Quatre said, a little too fast. "I can, um, rent something. I'll bring my tv over."

Trowa stood up, his long body naked in the morning light. "What is this?"

"I don't know what you mean," Quatre said, ripping Trowa's brush through blond hair that smelled of Trowa's shampoo. "And I've got an early class. I should be going."

"Am I like your secret lover or something?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Quatre snapped. "That's ludicrous. Of course not. No." He grabbed for his bag. "I have to go. I'll see you later."

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