breakfastwithakiss
It was cold and dark outside as Heero pulled into the driveway-the sun hadn't started to rise yet. He blinked at Duo's untidy scrawl on the piece of newspaper, double checking the numbers. The place was a house. Duo hadn't said it was a house.
He slid from the car, looking around the neighborhood. It was almost grimy under the yellow street-lights, with yards that were more weeds than anything. The paint was peeling on most of the places...and there seemed to be quite a few dead cars around.
He moved onto the porch of the place, studying the second of the two windows to the right of the door. Duo'd said that was his room-and with how early it was, he didn't feel like full on knocking on the door. He didn't really want to see Trowa, and he could claim politeness if he was ever called on it.
He tapped the pads of his fingertips onto the glass, stepping back as he looked around. It wasn't even six in the morning, if Duo didn't wake up that'd be fine.
The curtain moved, and he could see the guy's dark head. A moment later, he caught a flash of white as the man smiled. It only took a moment before the front door opened.
Duo was in sweats that were low on his hips, showing a few inches of boxers. His hair was cut short, and Heero briefly regretted losing contact with the man. The braid had been important to him when they were teens. He pressed one long finger to his lips as he stepped back, his eyes still bright.
Heero moved into the quiet house, looking around. There was a wall to the right that went a few feet, and a wall directly in front of them. He shut the door quietly behind himself as Duo gestured for him to follow. When they reached the opening, Heero had to blink since the fridge was directly to his right...and the stove up from that...and the sink was against the outer wall.
The place wasn't very large, and the main room was to the left at the back of the structure. It had an array of furniture that didn't match. The shelving was the cheap press-board sort, and all of it looked old.
"Hey," Duo whispered happily. "Trowa's still sleeping. What the hell are you doing here? It's still dark outside."
"I work in an hour, I figured I'd give you a half hour of my time."
Duo laughed, pressing his finger to his mouth again. "Coffee?" he whispered.
"That'd be good," Heero agreed in a quiet voice. "You said I could come over any time," he pointed out.
"I thought you'd do the business hour thing," Duo returned in amusement.
"Business hours start in like, a half hour," Heero retorted, moving to sit on at the island.
Duo, who'd been filling the coffee pot with water, snickered as he turned back to the machine. They made quiet conversation as the pot started percolating, Duo persisting that they be quiet.
"You take sugar or creamer?" Duo offered, turning back to the cupboards. "Well," he amended as he pulled down a mug, "we have milk, not creamer."
"Black," Heero reassured him. "It's just for the caffeine so I don't see the point of lacing it with sugar and milk."
Duo snorted, pouring a cup and passing it over.
"Thanks," Heero muttered, swishing it as he considered the dark liquid inside it.
"Food?" Duo offered in a whisper as he pulled the fridge open silently. "We got eggs and bacon in here...Tro might not mind waking up to that."
Heero nodded his agreement, wondering if Trowa had really turned into such an ass. Trowa'd never been particularly pleasant anyway, but Duo's consistent whispering seemed a bit more extreme. He shrugged internally and resolved to keep his voice down.
"Awesome," Duo muttered happily, starting to pull things from the fridge. He bounced around, obviously still waking up as he did so...and pulled a pan from the cupboard near the floor. "By the time I wake up he's usually gotten himself something to eat and has like, a cup of coffee left for me," he was still whispering. "So I'll like, make half a pot, get a second cup, and he's already into it. Drives me bat-shit sometimes." He set the pan on the counter as Heero nodded again. Every move Duo made was quiet, even the sound of steel on steel as the pans came out of the island was quiet. "I just kinda let it pass most of the time...and... Oh...shit," that was hissed as a lid slid from his hands to the floor, causing a loud clang.
Heero flinched at the sound, deciding he wouldn't mind seeing Trowa after all.
Duo's body-language had changed in that instant. His shoulders were rigid as he snatched the still-revolving thing from the ground quickly.
A door opened, and Heero turned to the hallway expectantly-the thing was behind him to the right. He could hear Trowa starting down the hall, his footsteps firm, even when he'd just woken up. That was promising.
"Is there a reason you're waking me up?" Trowa snapped as he reached the kitchen. He had on a pair of pajamma pants, and didn't look like much else-they were peach. Why did Trowa have peach pants?
"I'm making breakfast," Duo muttered, straightening almost reluctantly to put the lid on the countertop. "I'm sorry. I was trying to be quiet."
"Not very hard," Trowa returned coldly, moving into the kitchen.
Heero was taken aback by Duo's demeanor-he'd totally just accepted that. He'd have torn anyone else's head off for using that tone with him. On top of that, his body-language was tense and expectant as Trowa stopped down the counter from Heero. Oddly enough, he hadn't seemed to notice the extra person.
"Sorry," Duo repeated, giving him the sort of warning wide-eyed look people usually gave when they didn't think a watcher could see them. "You can go back to sleep, I won't make any more noise."
Trowa's head cocked to one side. "You'll be quiet now, I can sleep," he half-mocked. "Fucker."
Heero wanted to open his mouth at that point, his cup hanging in the air...but then again, it was Duo right? Duo'd tear even Trowa a new asshole, right?
"Shut up," Duo snapped, not looking at Heero as he turned away from the other man. His body language hadn't changed at all...and he wasn't expecting this to end yet.
What the hell...
"Don't fuckin' tell me to shut up," Trowa's voice was low as he moved even closer-how he was oblivious to Heero was beyond Heero's understanding. "What the fuck are you doing? We agreed to keep the house quiet until ten."
"No," Duo said, not turning around. "You said ten. I said to shove it up your ass."
"Don't be a dick," Trowa snapped, moving in closer. "Why don't you go back to bed? I'll wake your ass up next time you're trying to sleep, see how you like it."
Heero blinked, studying Duo uncertainly. This wasn't like the Duo he knew, and he wasn't sure if he should say anything. Maybe Trowa was really just not a morning person...
"What the hell is the coffee already on for?" Trowa snapped, noting the pot and spotting the breakfast things. "What the hell are you doing? It's six in the damn morning...you went to bed two hours ago."
"I know..." Duo started, turning back to the other and drawing himself up. "It's been closer to four hours, and I am still tired, but..."
"So go back to bed," there was no doubting the order in Trowa's tone.
"Trowa..."
Trowa almost growled, leaning forward. "You're about to piss me off Duo."
"Spare me," Duo retorted, though he did move back when the other man started to move forward.
Heero started to lower the cup, then hesitated. He wasn't sure what Trowa'd do when he realized Heero was sitting there, and he doubted that any of this argument would have gone on if Trowa'd spotted him. Trowa might flip out on Duo after Heero left...and if Duo really had only had a few hours sleep, he wouldn't want to tag along to work with Heero.
Trowa's arms unfolded from his bare chest, and Heero realized that Duo was watching that, not the other man's face.
"Put the shit back in the fridge," Trowa half-whispered, placing a hand on either side of Duo on the counter. "Put the pans away...turn off the coffee pot...and come back to bed."
Wait what? Did he say come back to bed? Heero stared at the man, his words dying on his lips a second time. What the hell? Were they...but...Duo'd been in that outer room...
Duo's eyes flashed as they landed on Trowa's, and he started to open his mouth.
"Don't even start," Trowa growled, leaning in more. "I don't know what the fuck you're doing, but it's not flying." The man leaned in a little more.
Heero was dumbfounded. He'd talked to Relena about all of his friends before, and she'd hazarded that they might be a couple, but they'd both decided that hadn't worked, but this? Trowa'd all but confirmed it, and Duo's reaction had been that sort of annoyance.
"Trowa..." Duo started again...and something flashed across his eyes, something like worry as Trowa continued leaning forward-his hands had actually moved in closer to Duo's body. They'd been set beyond Duo's elbows, but as the man moved in, so did they. Duo was all but cradled in front of Trowa. "Do we have to talk about this again?" Trowa growled.
"Trowa," Duo said in a firm and clear voice, "stop."
"Make me," Trowa growled, his mouth hovering in front of Duo's.
Heero opened his mouth, realizing he was about to see something they kept intensely private. He felt like an intruder in their lives like this. Duo's hand came up between their bodies, stopping at chest height. Duo's eyes had hardened again, the resignation had changed, too. He wasn't worried, though. He pressed his hand very slightly forward so his fingertips pressed to Trowa's chest. Trowa's attention moved down to that hand, and his head raised again slowly. The moment hung between them, and Trowa pushed himself away from the counter.
"Trowa," Duo said quietly, "Heero stopped by on his way to work. I was making him breakfast before I went back to bed."
The tension that shot through Trowa's shoulders was instant, and seemingly gone just as fast. Trowa was always tense, though, he never seemed to lose that wound-up aire. He stepped backwards away from Duo, turning to look at Heero almost indifferently. He did nod, at least, then disappeared down the hall on nearly silent feet.
Heero looked uncertainly back to Duo, not sure what to make of any of that.
"Sorry," Duo's voice was quiet. "I was trying to keep him from waking up."
Heero found that he didn't have anything to say and decided to just ask. Hell, Duo'd understand after that scene...but the sticky part was the abuse. Heero could tell there was some, just not how severe. He doubted he'd be able to talk Duo into leaving with him, either.
Duo turned back to the counter, hesitating a brief moment, then took the pan and set it on the stove-top.
Heero watched silently, his resolve breaking as he noted the bruises on Duo's back. He had to figure something out to help his friend-Duo poured oil in the pan-but just telling him to leave with him wasn't going to fly. Maybe Tro was good in bed-the idea made Heero shudder internally, but if he looked at it from the angle of sex...
"I can tell what you're thinking," Duo said in a quiet voice as he started breaking the eggs, glancing over his shoulder. "I know that had to look bad...but we aren't lovers."
"You aren't?" Heero asked dryly. "That's why he was about to kiss you, I take it?"
Duo snorted.
"Duo, if...if you want to leave..."
Duo turned to give him a confused look. "Why would I want to leave? Aside from jackass being a bitch in the morning, things are fine."
"That didn't look safe," Heero protested. "Don't be giving me those lines when he looked like he was about to hit you."
"He wouldn't hit me," Duo's tone was almost scathing, but he didn't look around as he broke another egg into the pan. "I told you. That wasn't what it looked like. You have to know Trowa..."
Heero made a noise in his throat, finally taking a drink from his cup.
The dark liquid was warm, but it'd stopped steaming. He considered the thing a moment, then looked up to catch a brief glimpse of Duo's eyes over the man's shoulder as he focused back on his task. Heero considered things uncertainly a long moment, setting the cup down.
Something slammed from the back room.
Duo's expression registered brief annoyance as his head swung toward the hall, then he looked back to Heero, shaking his head. "Don't worry about me. Trowa's not too much for me to handle. He's bitchy as all hell when he's only had a few hours sleep, though."
"What were you doing until four in the morning?" Heero asked quietly-he knew what he'd been doing at four in the morning, but Duo was trying to say that wouldn't be it.
"We just stay up late," Duo returned, shrugging. "We were out until two and took a couple hours to unwind. He probably had a hard time getting to sleep-you startled the shit out of me when you tapped on the glass like that. Don't worry about it; if you come over after work he'll have regained his temper."
Yeah, after you've had all day to fuckin' talk to him. Heero glowered at his friend's back, picking the cup up again to sip more.
"Anyway," Duo went on, bending over to gather another pan from the cupboard and put the lid he'd dropped back inside of it. "Don't let him ruin your morning...how are you? How the hell do you wake up this early?"
"I have this neat thing called a job," Heero noted dryly. "It's this little thing people do during sunlight hours."
"I don't have many of those," Duo noted in amusement. "And work sounds overrated."
"How do you get money?" Heero decided to leave the issue lie. "Wufei decided it was in drugs and Quatre was insisting you had to sell slaves."
Duo laughed at that, turning to grin at him briefly. "They're both idiots. We do jobs here and there-obviously we can afford a house," he indicated the thing. "Don't be nosy."
"I'm not being nosy," Heero protested. "It's genuine curiosity."
Duo snorted at that, not buying it. "Whatever...how's Relena? How's being married to her? We didn't get to talk to much the other day. When I said you should stop by for coffee I didn't realize you'd show up at bed time."
"Bedtime?" Heero demanded, amused. "I went to bed at eight last night."
Duo cringed at that, and while it was an amusing response, it brought the bruises on his back into sharper focus.
"At eight?" Duo turned to look at him again. "I think at eight we were talking about lunch."
"Night owl," Heero accused, the happiness sinking again. He'd almost forgotten about Trowa for a minute there, but he doubted he ever would again.
"Optimist," Duo retorted.
"That doesn't work," Heero noted, taking another drink from the cup.
"You're the one who's awake," Duo noted happily. "You picky about this?" he indicated the pan.
Heero shook his head, wondering if Trowa was. He was aware that pressing Duo on the matter would resolve nothing. Actually, pressing Duo on the matter would probably ban him from the house entirely. He had to walk soft here, and with how Duo was, he'd probably have to walk in on the abuse...and it'd have to be obvious abuse, before Duo'd admit it.
Heero took another drink from his cup, considering the room as Duo started messing with the bacon.
He'd have to come around more often to catch it...after work. Maybe daily? No, not yet. He hadn't properly talked to Duo in a year or more, and he didn't know if he'd ever talked to Trowa...not after the wars, anyway. He'd have to come over for a few days, then back off a little. Make it a weekly thing instead, renew his friendship with Duo without pissing off Trowa. That meant he'd have to avoid the morning thing-he'd been looking forward to the conversation with his friend, but stepping on Trowa's toes would get the door shut in his face. Besides, if he was able to work himself in as support for Duo, maybe Duo would leave. He'd never have expected Duo to take anyone's shit; least of all a friend's...though even less a lover's.
"Okay, here's this," Duo flipped the eggs onto a plate, spinning to pass him that and digging out a fork.
"Ooh," Heero muttered, starting to eat. "I should come over more often-no one else feeds me."
"You should come," Duo agreed happily. "But not before dawn's had a chance to open'er eyes."
"Had I realized you stayed up until four in the morning, I wouldn't have," Heero retorted, eating happily. Plain eggs were bland, but the salt wasn't obvious on the counter, and with his attempting to get into Duo's life he wasn't going to bitch. "But I can come back later," he added, hoping it wasn't too soon. "I can stop by after work for a while-maybe...maybe Tro'd be more awake?"
"Yeah, that'd be cool," Duo agreed, flipping a piece of the sizzling bacon as the scent of it floated across the little kitchen. "And I'll have slept by then, too. We could do lunch."
"Lunch," Heero agreed dryly. "Or you know, supper."
"Lunch, supper...food," Duo gave him a happily dirty look, then laughed.
"Aren't you eating?" Heero added, realizing the pan had went into the sink.
"I'll just eat with Trowa later," Duo shrugged. "I'm not really hungry anyway, and if I make him something to eat he might calm down," he yawned. "Oh...sorry..."
"Don't start that," Heero protested, stifling his own yawn. "Dammit."
"Ha, yawn is god's way of showing you're up too damn early," Duo grinned at him, plucking out a piece of bacon onto a napkin. "So you've been proven. Go back to bed."
Heero snorted at that. "And lose my wages? No...no. I like money, Duo. I like having lots of it. As it stands I have enough for me and my day by day, my wife's...and yours, if you wanted to come live with me." He smiled a bit, considering the other's body-language. "I'm not nearly so grumpy when I get woken up, huh?"
Duo laughed at that, taking it as a joke as he plucked out another piece of bacon, then reached over and shut off the coffee pot. Yawning again, the man crossed his arms over his chest as he turned to face Heero again-but not before Heero saw another bruise on his bare chest.
"Here," Duo set the bacon in front of him, grinning a bit tiredly. He looked really tired...almost worn down. "Eat and get the hell out, I like the notion of bed," his eyes moved toward the hall.
"I can show myself out," Heero muttered dryly. "If I'd known I was this wanted..."
Duo laughed, his eyes sparkling as he hushed himself and shook his head. "That's not what I mean. You're fine...it's cool that you actually came over. I invited Wufei and Quatre before but they're so busy with the damn Preventers that they can't bear to spare us a moment." He glanced toward the hall again.
Heero had heard both Wufei and Quatre's opinions on Trowa and thought they were out of line-but with what he witnessed that morning, it didn't seem so far-fetched anymore.
"But yeah, what time do you get off work?" Duo added brightly.
"What's your cell number?" Heero returned as the idea came to him. He hadn't meant to ignore the question, but hey...
"Cell?" Duo blinked at him. "I don't have one. Trowa swears they're just spy-access."
Heero smiled briefly at that, avoiding his eyes. "I'll have to give you mine...and you can call me no matter when, huh? I don't care, day or night. You need anything and you call."
"Getting laid?" Duo demanded in amusement.
"Relena has some friends," Heero shrugged. "I'm sure one or two of'em are easy."
Duo started laughing, leaning against the counter. "I'll have to keep that in mind."
x x x
"Hey," Tro greeted Duo as he moved muzzily into the kitchen. "What time did Yuy leave?"
"He was only here a half hour or so," Duo returned, rubbing at his eyes.
Trowa grinned at him. "What'd he think?"
"Of what? You deciding to get all up in my business?" Duo snorted, sitting on the stool their friend had been in that morning. "He figured I was tired of you and wanted to move out."
"You should," Trowa noted.
"I might," Duo agreed dryly. "What the fuck were you doing? Shit, I wouldn't be up like that for no reason...did it even occur to you to look around?"
Trowa snorted dryly, turning back to the stove and tossing food on a plate. His version of an apology-he hadn't meant to make a scene in front of Heero. "I figured if I wasn't just hearing things, it'd be Ry or Randy."
"You were going to kiss me," Duo noted dryly, giving him a look...as he set the plate in front of Duo. He blinked at the food, then gave the other man a level look.
"It is not, nor will it be, the first or the last time that I get up in your face." Trowa smirked slightly at him. "Get over it."
Duo shoved the plate back at him, not looking back to it.
Trowa huffed at that, shoving the plate back and turning away to pour the guy a cup of coffee. "Ry told me to back the fuck off him last night-but," he smirked, "he won't do it again."
"Ry needs to get a brain and stop trying to stand up to you," Duo retorted, taking a bite. "What do we have tonight? Whatever it is, it's waiting until Heero leaves."
Trowa blinked, setting the cup down near his friend. "What's the bitch coming back for?"
"You," Duo retorted. "He was all happy to see me when we met in the store that day, and your stupid-ass got him all worried that he'd upset you. He was telling me something about seeing Wufei and Quatre. Maybe we could all go do a picnic or something. I'm sure Quatre will make time for Relena, and I'm pretty sure Quatre's bedded Wufei."
Trowa rolled his eyes, turning back for his own cup and to start his own food. "I don't care and you know I don't care, so why are you submitting me to this shit when Jer was promising me fifty an ounce if I got to him before seven?"
"Jer was probably drunk and probably doesn't have fifty for anything but an ounce."
Trowa gave him a look.
"You can play street-corner king-pin if you want, but don't expect me to back you up on that retarded shit. Do we have anything to run tonight or not?"
Trowa stretched his neck, rubbing at the bruise that went into the muscle. He'd made a few contacts that were interested in getting rid of some weapons, but that wouldn't even be sneezed at until ten. There was no telling if he'd make it worth their time anyway.
Duo snorted. "You know what? Whatever. I'm showering...I think he'll be here in an hour or two and want to clean up," he indicated the living room, glad the lights hadn't been on since there was a mirror and razor on the end table and one of his pistols was on the couch.
"Nicolo had some E," Trowa noted, perking up slightly. "You want some?"
Duo waved in consent, starting back for the hallway. Cocaine was far too mundane and hard on the system-he knew a guy that'd burned a hole through his nose with that stupid shit...the mirror and razor were...Rick's? Rick would whine at him if he tossed it out, so he'd have to stash it. The blade was pointless...E, though, he could use some E.
"Nicolo offered it so we'd meet his friend-it's some guy looking to make a swifty with some guns."
"Weapons," Duo corrected him pointedly, stopping in the door to the bathroom as he looked back down the hall. "Don't lose your damn perspective. They aren't fuckin' guns, they're weapons. The minute you start thinking of them as guns is the minute you'll be willing to do a drive-by. We aren't gangsters. Either clean up your damn room or keep the door shut. I don't want Heero seeing your shit."
Trowa flipped him off as he disappeared into the bathroom, then glowered at the food he'd taken the time to cook. Duo'd taken maybe two bites and hadn't even touched the coffee.
Trowa turned back to the stove, slamming things around as he did so-Duo was an asshole.
x x x
"I was just at Duo's," Heero muttered into the phone as he stopped outside the Preventer's office that Wufei and Quatre worked in.
"Were you?" Wufei's voice had a slight edge to it. "I don't see what the point was, they don't care about anything but themselves."
"You need to go pull the corncob out your ass," Heero retorted. "And be ready to back me."
"Back you?" Wufei's tone lost the uppity edge. "What are you talking about?"
Heero sighed, rubbing at his face. "I'm worried."
"About what?" Wufei asked blankly. "I mean...aside from the obvious."
"Obvious?" Heero asked sharply. It was entirely possible that he'd just missed the signs. He hadn't had a clue the pair were a couple to begin with.
"Their neighborhood?" Wufei sounded scathing. "You'd think the pair would have more pride than living in a place with no gate guard where they put bars on the window."
"Oh," Heero hesitated a moment. "Have they...have they been a couple long?"
"Couple?" Wufei's voice was blank. "What do you mean couple? A couple of assholes maybe, but...oh." He hesitated a moment. "Them...aren't they straight?"
"I thought so until this morning," Heero returned. The uncertainty in Wufei's tone made him feel better. "Duo was making me breakfast and dropped a lid-I'm worried, Wufei. As soon as it happened, Duo's body language changed. I mean...he was making me be quiet the entire time anyway, and I figured he was just being nice...but when the lid dropped...you could see his resignation. Trowa came out...and...he was up in Duo's face. They way he was talking to him...I mean...I think he hits him."
"Who hits who?" Wufei returned blankly. "Trowa was up in Duo's face? Duo'd kick his ass."
"That's what I thought, too," Heero retorted in mild exasperation. "But Duo let Trowa back him to the counter and wasn't meeting his eyes at all...Trowa didn't realize I was there. He was saying like... 'come back to bed', and... 'I told you not to do that'...then told him to put the shit away and turn off the coffee. Duo has bruises."
Wufei was silent a long moment. "Duo gets into fights," he noted.
"I know...but...just watching them," Heero focused off across the parking lot. "I'm anxious. Trowa was pissed, and if Duo won't stand up to him...if Trowa's cowed him..."
"But it's Duo," Wufei said quietly. "I can't see..."
"But you always say Trowa's an unrepentant asshole," Heero reminded him. "You told me about some of his shit. He and Duo have been living together a few years...and...what if he wore Duo down? Duo wasn't fighting him."
Wufei didn't say anything.
"I'm going to try and stay around," Heero said quietly. "I'm going to try to get back into his life. If I can manage that, I think I can get Duo away." He hesitated a moment, wanting to be sure his point was made. "He had bruises, Wufei...and Trowa was ordering him around."
Wufei made a quietly thoughtful noise. "So...what sort of backing you did you want?"
"I don't know if I can take on Trowa," Heero said. "If he's too much, I'll take Duo and run. I might have to run to you."
"Alright," Wufei agreed quietly.
"I might have to call and have you come to me," Heero added. "I'm not leaving him in a dangerous situation. I don't care how bad off...I'll put Trowa in the hospital before I stand by."
"Fine," Wufei agreed. "Me and Quatre have been working late lately...we will be for a while. Someone's been taking old items from the evidence locker. We only noticed because we were gathering stuff up for the auction and half of the weapons we wanted were gone. There's other stuff, but I can't tell you about it for confidentiality reasons."
"You got any suspects?" Heero shifted where he sat. "Any solid leads? You think you'll need me?"
"I'd love you to head our SWAT, but you're annoying like that. I don't think we'll have anything huge with it-we just have some internal stuff to go through. It's damn disheartening to think how hard we work to do this...and then someone goes and sells the evidence." He sighed, changing the phone to his other ear and looking down at the parking lot. "We have a long list of suspects, that's why we've been working late. We'll be here...you coming up? I can see your rig."
"If I'd gotten Quatre, he'd have wanted me to; especially with my worry for Duo. I told him I'd come by after work. He said he's tried to get you and Quatre to visit him, what gives?"
"Trowa. is. a. bastard."
Heero snorted.
"That by-blow is twisted," Wufei snapped. "He and Q got into an argument, and he had Quatre on his knees with his arm twisted back...and it turned him on. Quatre was pissed. I was shocked he didn't shoot him."
That made Heero blink.
"Quatre might avoid going if Trowa's going. That messed with his head, because Trowa's sadistic. Quatre couldn't look at him for a week, and Trowa doesn't care. Trowa moved on like nothing happened. He did it to a soldier here, too. I caught him and had to fight the guy away from him. If he hadn't resigned, they'd probably have fired him. There were a few soldiers here who refused to pursue charges, and I'd seen Trowa backing them against walls. Duo could always...always cow him, though. Duo was dominant between them."
Heero sighed. "I don't want to know what happened, I think," he muttered. "I'll call and tell you how things go."
"Right, just be careful of Trowa. He's tetchy on the best of days, and if he was angry..."
"Yeah," Heero agreed, sighing slightly. "I know."