Excerpt:
"How are you feeling?" Trowa's voice settled over him like cement. There was a cool cloth bathing his face, gently hands smoothing back his hair. Duo snarled, sitting up, shoving Trowa away. He winced immediately, hands flying up to hold his head.
"Shitty," he growled, sliding off of the bed, moving shakily to his feet. Trowa reached for him, wanting to push him back to bed, to sooth, and he growled, giving him a warning look. Trowa held his hands up, stepping back.
"You'll make yourself sick. I can leave," he kept his voice low, his hands up. Duo's jaw clenched. He growled, moving towards the door.
"No. It's my turn to leave. You've already done it," it sounded bitter and he knew it. He went to open the door. Trowa's hand closed suddenly on his wrist, voice growling in to his ear.
"Still running, Shinigami?" The pupils of his eyes were huge, expression feral. All of it was beautiful and familiar. The soft accent on his name made his knees weaken, and Duo was growling, yanking his arm back, moving away from the hot breath on his neck.
"Stop it, Nanashi. I won't be prey for you anymore," Duo pulled the door open, stepping in to the hall. The words threw themselves at Trowa's skin. He felt wrung out.
"You were never prey," he whispered, knowing by the slight tremor to Duo's hands as he slammed the door that he had heard.
You Set My Soul Alight
- Author: Amberly
(3x2) (1xR, 5xS, past 3x4) 24k across four fics
Duo is the perfect match for Trowa, two ex-Gundam pilots with vicious dualities in personality. Too bad Trowa can't see that until it's too late. Or is it?
My notes: Trowa is a merc busy keeping his empire, his people and himself under control. Duo is a threat to all three. Both Trowa and Duo are a bit OOC in this fic, but they're very likable anyway. Shinigami and Nanashi - the dualities - are basically separate personalities, the violent killers inside their skins. Trowa is a gun-runner with a criminal empire, and the violence is appropriate for that setting.