Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of the characters.

Warning: This is a YAOI story, if you feel bad about men having relationships, do not read this.

There is also mild fighting, maybe bad language, and sex.

Pairings: 2x1, 3x4, 5x13

A/N Please, take note, I rewrote the whole chapter and much of the next chapters, too. So, please make sure you start to read the story all over again. 2/21/05

Duo twitched in his bed, unaware that the other person in the room was staring straight at him.

Cobalt blue eyes stared at the boy, a hand brushing the rebellious strands of mahogany hair that fell in front of the person's line of vision. Any moment now he was going to have to wake the boy on the bed and make him get up. Why was this his job? Why did he get stuck with the baka? Still, he liked the guy, no matter how stupid he seemed, whenever it came down to it, the boy was truly the best of his kind. Even though he seemed to goof off all of the time, he knew that he was the most responsible person when it came to his job, still, it wouldn't hurt to be a little more serious.

The boy in question was stirring now, and making strange faces. Whatever was on his mind, the one watching him had no idea. He really didn't talk much to him, even though he felt more relaxed around him than the others, with the exception of Trowa.

"Hn..." the boy on the bed mumbled. "Heero?" The one watching the boy raised an eyebrow.

"Are you awake or are you still sleeping, Maxwell?" asked the boy.

"I need coffee... and sweets. Hn... my head hurts, I don't know why, but it does," Duo answered.

"Get up, then, baka. I am not going to be your maid," the boy answered with a trace of irritation in his voice that only could be found by Duo.

Duo raised himself up and rubbed his eyes. He was still too sleepy to argue with the asshole beside him, plus that dream had created shivers to run down his back. The dream had left him a little freaked out. It wasn't everyday that he dreamed with Heero completely naked. What was wrong with him? He was going crazy now, what with all the guys around him, he was now turning gay. But, somehow, this seemed the least of his worries, what worried him the most was that his dreams where always about the boy beside him; Heero Yuy. That was freaky. Unless he was a masochist or something like that, he would never fall for a guy like Heero. It seemed that the only thing that brought a smile to the boy's face was when he shot someone, or better yet, when that person died.

Duo shook and told himself to stop thinking such suicidal thoughts or he was really going to commit suicide; the mere thought of that sending him into a fit of laughter, something which the boy beside him didn't expect. Heero glared at him, taking the laughter as a sign that Duo was making fun of him. It was almost hard to glare at the boy. He looked absolutely amazing; so beautiful. His long cascade of chestnut brown hair was done in a braid, but the many movements that the boy did in his sleep had caused some strands of hair to fall out of place. This strands looked so beautiful, falling around the boy's round face and onto his shoulders. Even though the boy was obviously thin, though God knows how he did that since he was always eating sweets, it didn't make him look bad. On the other hand, it gave him the perfect body, almost like that of a woman, the only exception was that he didn't have breasts. His long hands and perfectly sculptured fingers resting on his stomach as he laughed. His smile was so comforting and intoxicating that it was all that Heero could do to not smile.

"What's so funny?" Heero asked with a warning tone. Duo suddenly looked his way and gulped.

"Uh, nothing really, just felt like laughing- sorry if that's illegal!" he added.

"Oma-o-korosu," Heero said and turned away. He suddenly felt Duo's hands grab his shirt.

"Where do you think you are going? If you think you are going to go to the restroom before I am, you are completely wrong, Yuy." Suddenly, as fast as a cheetah, Duo jumped from his bed and flew into the small restroom, closing the door after him.

"Maxwell, get out!"

"Nope... ha ha ha..." came the voice from within the restroom.

"Very well, I'm not going to get angry over such a trivial thing as this. Hn..." Heero turned and went out of the room in an instant.

Once the boy was outside of hearing range, Duo let out a sigh of relief and backed against the door. What was wrong with him? Why did he feel this way for Heero, he was the last person in the world who would return his feelings and also, he would probably beat him up all the time. Yeah, sure he was hot and sexy, and sometimes cute, but Duo was no masochist.

"What's wrong with me?" Duo asked himself. "He's not my type, I think. Actually, . . . I hope," as the words left his mouth, Duo started to shake his head violently. He wasn't didn't want to fall for Heero, but deep down, Duo knew he was already too late to stop it. He was in love and he had to accept it.

TBC

A/N I rewrote the whole chapter, and I think that it's way better now. I'm sorry for the delay and I hope that I can write chapter five in the next two days.