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Summary: Duo takes Quatre out camping to see a opossum, but everything goes wrong. Then the opossum comes... 2x4, sequel to Christmas Secrets

Authors: Cltcmistress and Foxy Mcgee, more on the profile page.

Quatre looked around at the trees and the general wilderness of the area. "Duo, are you sure this is a good idea? Is it safe to be out here?" The braided pilot had planned a 'weekend getaway' in the woods. He spent weeks planning this camping trip, telling Quatre all about fishing, marshmallows over the campfire and bathing in 'the glory of nature.' So far all Quatre had experienced was a mosquito bite on the back of his neck, flies in his face and a long, hot walk to some mysterious clearing in the woods they had yet to find. The blond stopped and looked back at Duo carrying the rest of the supplies. Dropping the tent, cooler and a backpack of stuff to the ground he sat on the cooler and scratched at the bug bite. "Duo? Just how far is it to this clearing? Or are you lost again?" They'd been hiking for about an hour, leaving the car in the park's parking lot, carrying their stuff the whole way.

"Just through those bushes, blondie. Don't tell me, Mr. Big Strong Gundam Pilot is backing out of nature?" Duo grinned, flinging the 'liar of a god damn map,' as he dubbed it earlier, over his shoulder. "Besides, we can't leave until you see a oppossum! I told you I'd take you to see one, didn't I?"

Quatre's eyes shot up and glared at Duo indignantly. "I am not backing out. You said that the campsite was 'just through those bushes' twice already. I just want to know if you are lost or not so I know how much longer we have to carry this stuff."

"I'm serious this time, scouts honor. So get your ass through the bushes before I carry you like a bride." Duo plowed on ahead, ignoring the abandoned map blowing around in the breeze behind him.

Quatre smirked. "What if I want you to carry me?"

He stopped in his tracks before circling back to throw the blonde's gear on his back and hook the tent on. He grinned, almost evilly, as he picked up the cooler by the handles, Quatre and all, and started walking, or limping, again. "Ungh. You're getting heavy."

"Hey! It's only because you insist on eating desert any time of day." Quatre couldn't resist a giggle as Duo hauled him and all the gear through the bushes and into (at long last) the clearing. "Wow! This really is pretty, Duo. I'm impressed."

Duo sat the cooler down, dropping all the gear on his back and fell over, giving the thumbs up and panting.

Quatre looked at the mess where Duo dropped everything and saw the body of the pilot lying in the middle. "Aw, did the big, strong, 'don't worry Quat I'll carry you' gundam pilot get tired from the long fifteen foot walk through the bushes?" He laughed and started to sort through the pile of stuff scattered on the ground.

Duo held up one finger towards the blonde before sitting up. "No more dessert whenever. I hope that a oppossum crawls in your sleeping bag tonight and spoons with you."

"Now that is just spiteful, Duo. Anyways, you wouldn't want to give up your spot, would you?" He paused and glanced over his shoulder.

"Depends." He crossed his arms, but studied the blonde from the corner of his eye.

Quatre smiled and continued to sort through the pile, bringing some order to the mess. Finally, he turned his attention to the tent. He managed to get everything out of the bag and on the ground, but that was as far as he got before he gave up. "What is this? Some sort of 3D tetris puzzle from hell?" He blushed and mumbled something under his breath, sitting down on the cooler and scratching at the mosquito bite. Stupid mosquitoes...

"What was that? That little bit after the tetris puzzle from hell?" Duo leaned over him. "Hmm?"

"I've been hanging around you too much. I'm starting to swear like you." He gave the tent another exasperated sigh before turning and looking at the braided pilot. "Are you going to tell me that you can do it alone?"

"Yes, yes I am. Give me a second and we can put the stakes in it." He grabbed a few metal rods and linked them together. After a few minutes he slid pieces of the tent over the rods and gave it a good shake, giggling as the tent spread. He glanced at the blonde. "I just popped a tent!"

"And it took less than an hour. Wow, Duo, that must be a record for you!" Quatre gave him an insolent grin as he cautiously stood, placing the rest of the gear between him and braided pilot.

Duo's mouth dropped open and he gaped at the other pilot a moment. "That's it. You sleep with the opossums tonight." He picked up the nearest pack and moved to the tent. "You got everyone snowed over thinking you are so innocent. I'm on to you."

He laughed and started moving things into the tent. "I do not have everyone snowed. I just choose to let you all think what you like. If it works to my advantage, so be it."

Duo raised an eyebrow before pulling the stakes from his bag, along with a hammer. "You keep on thinking that, Quat."

"I will." Quatre helped Duo stake the tent down, pausing at the last one. "Duo, I'm surprised at you."

"Why? Because I didn't manage to drive a stake through one of my hands?" He smiled up at the blonde. "Or because I get sexier by the minute?"

"Yes. But mostly because in the last ten minutes of hammering these into the ground, you didn't make one crude comment about nailing something." He snickered as he stood, brushing the dust off his pants.

"That's because I don't 'kiss and tell.'" He winked.

The blonde rolled his eyes and turned to look the pile of stuff still scattered on the ground. "Just what did you put in all those bags, Duo? I was under the impression that camping meant a tent, some marshmallows and maybe a cooler for drinks."

"Sleeping bags, junk food, laptop, cds... and a camera. That's it." He looked at all the stuff. "Okay, a LOT of junk food..."

He eyed one of the bags suspiciously and began opening it to see just what Duo meant by a lot. "Chips, redvines, candy, more chips, pixie sticks, popcorn, more chips...." He lifted a bag of chips in each hand and stared at the braided pilot. "Did you think we were going to die of starvation being out here for a few days?"

"Ohhh, there are brownies and donuts in there, too!" He grinned. "I got you a pack of honey buns...

"Honey buns?" His eyes lit up and he dropped the chips. "Which bag?" He began rummaging through the nearest pack. "Those things are so good...."

"Hmm, who likes dessert at all hours of the day?" He grinned and held up the box of honey buns.

"Shut up and fork those over." He tapped his toe and held one hand out. "Now. And I don't eat them at all hours. I just feel that I earned one after hauling all that stuff from the car for over and hour."

"Then after hauling your big butt through the bushes I deserve a pack of oreos. Ahhh, here they are." He tossed the buns to the blonde as he pulled the oreos out of another bag.

"Seriously? Oreos, too?" He opened the box and snatched a honey bun. Dropping to the ground he snacked happily on the dessert. "How much are you planning on eating over the next couple days, Duo? I thought you had more than just eating planned."

"Well, Duh. We gotta see the opossum, too." He winked at the blonde. "I eat all the time, you know that."

"I know you do." He smirked. "And I still don't believe you about those opossum creatures. You're just making it up."

"You say that now... but when you finally see it you'll be like 'OH DUO! Save me!'" He stood up and put a hand over his forehead in mock-faint. "I got the vapors!"

"Vapors?" He laughed an tossed a small rock at him. "I do not get the vapors. Besides, isn't that vocab a bit above your level?"

"Hey, I did manage to pilot a gundam, nothing is above my level." He threw an oreo back at the blonde.

"Alright!" Quatre dodged the cookie and laughed. "So now what, oh fearless leader? You're the one who planned this trip."

"You just wasted an oreo. Five second rule, now eat it." Duo bit into an oreo, looking thoughtful. "I figured we'd shoot some deer, fish a little, and piss on a tree together." He couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face.

His eyes went wide and he stared, shocked at Duo. "Shoot a deer? But what if the deer has a family? Like Bambi?"

"I was kidding, Quatre." He tossed another oreo. "'Sides, that's not your thing. I thought swimming, marshmallows in the fire, and some stargazing."

"I know." He caught the oreo and shoved it in his mouth. "I just wanted to see your reaction."

"Ok good. Because that was a little gay, even for you." He grinned and put a whole oreo into his mouth.

"You would know." He smirked. "Now about that swimming..."

Duo raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying I'm gay?"

"Maybe." Quatre chuckled. "Now put those cookies away. I wanna swim. Besides," he swatted at another mosquito trying to make a meal out of his arm, "I want to get away from these bugs eating me alive."

"Here." Duo tossed a bottle of lotion to him. "It helps the itch. You must be the type to attract them, you lucky bastard." He tossed the cookies into the tent along with a pack of gear. "It's a river, how good at swimming are you?"

"Thank you!" He slathered a layer of lotion on his current bites. "Pretty good. I had swimming lessons from a young age in one of those current pools. It was a great work out and made for excellent muscle training for piloting Sandrock."

"Huh, really? I learned to swim from falling in. Anyway, let's go." He grabbed the blonde's arm and steered him through the woods down to the river.

"Wait! What about swim trunks?"

"Hope you're wearing boxes or you go naked." He grinned at the blonde and tossed his shirt aside. "I wouldn't mind you know."

"Skinny-dipping it is then!" He laughed as he stripped down and ran to the edge of the water. "Come on. Unless you're scared?" Quatre gave Duo a wicked grin before jumping in.

"Ba-" Duo's mouth dropped open and his eyes widened. "Er, ah." He watched the blonde splashing there, before he turned bright red and slowly continued to strip, back to Quatre. "And here I was, thinking you were a prude. You're a nudist."

Quatre laughed. "Not a nudist. I just appreciate a good swim. And I don't wear boxers." He waded around and watched Duo stalling. "Come on. What's wrong? You're not really scared of the water, are you?"

"I'm a Big Scary Gundam Pilot, remember? I fear nothing." He finished stripping and jumped in the water. "Except opossums. And I wear boxer briefs, so we're in the same boat."

"So what took so long?" Quatre splashed at Duo.

"Nothing." He coughed and looked away. "Don't make me dunk you in this river." He turned and glared at the blonde.

"Why so defensive, Duo?" He smirked. "You don't threaten unless you have something to hide. So what has you riled up?"

"It's nothing." Duo shrugged. "Shouldn't you be concentrating on swimming?"

"Or I could be concerned about something that has you bothered." His face got more serious as he continued to tread water. "You ok, Duo?"

"Yes, I'm fine!" He grinned. "Nothing is bothering me. I promise."

Quatre raised an eyebrow, but didn't press the matter further. "You were right about how peaceful it is out here." He sighed and leaned back, floating with his hands sweeping the water along his sides.

"Mhm. The view isn't so bad either." Duo smirked.

"I know. The trees are pretty! And the water is so cool and nice." He closed his eyes and continued to float on his back. "This was a good idea."

Duo laughed a little. "That, too." He watched the blonde floating in the water and smiled.

He opened one eye and looked at Duo. "What?"

"What?" Duo looked at him defensively. "I said nothing. Hmph." He turned away and swam over to the cat tails growing next to the shore.

Quatre chuckled and rolled to sit up and tread water again. "If I didn't know better, Duo, I'd think you were embarrassed about something." He swam over to where the braided pilot hid.

Duo plucked a cat tail from the bunch and turned, poking the blonde in the nose. "Maybe."

Batting the plant away he raised an eyebrow. "Just what do you have to be embarrassed about? I thought you were the one familiar with 'roughing it' as you termed it."

"You are sooo blonde." He smacked his forehead. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yeah. Everything was fine. Then when I suggested swimming you suddenly.... Oh." His cheeks blushed and he stared at the water. "Oh."

Duo grinned and poked him in the nose again. "Yeah. You have a strong effect on me." He couldn't help the grin on his face, despite the blush. "I told you I have a thing for blondes." He looked away. "Especially hot, naked blondes."

Quatre's blush deepened. "I didn't think about that..."

"Well, I did." He grinned. "Like I said, there is a nice view out here."

"Yeah, but you don't have to look at a guy with long hair acting shy and hiding in the cattails." Quatre smirked, ignoring the heat in his cheeks. "Not a bad view, either."

"Not hiding," He brushed the blonde's nose again. "Playing. You can come, too. But I might take advantage of you." He grinned.

Quatre returned the grin as he waded over to stand face to face with Duo. "I figured you might. You have a tendency to do whatever it is you want."

Duo couldn't help the slight shiver that went down his spine and leaned closer so there foreheads touched. "That would be you." He smiled.

Quatre blushed again and smiled back at Duo. "The feeling is mutual." He reached up to grab ahold of Duo's braid and leaned closer to meet the pilot's lips with his own.

Duo slowly pulled away before running a hand through the blonde hair. "You make me want to carry you back to the tent and have my way with you." He pulled Quater's head back and kissed him again. "Now go swim before something else happens."

"You say that as though it would be a bad thing." He smirked before swimming off to the center of the water. It was a nice, slow-moving river and the cool water helped him calm down. "Now come swim with me. The water is nice and cool. Relaxing."

Quatre frowned at the fish in his bucket. Fishing had sounded like a good idea at first, but not anymore. His catch looked more like guppies compared to the ones in Duo's bucket. "How do you do it?" He sighed and pulled on the string to the homemade fishing line when he felt a tug on the other end. "Another tiny one." He tossed it into the bucket with the rest.

"I am the master. Of everything. Remember that." Duo grinned. "What do you want to do, we don't have to fish any more, it's making me sleepy."

He was about to say something when his stomach growled rather loudly. "Food. I want food." He looked at his sad catch and tossed it back into the river. "Fried fish?" Quatre looked into Duo's bucket and frowned again. "You really are the master at this..."

"Of everything, you'll find out soon enough." He gave a saucey wink. "Fish. And oreos. I have soup, too. And twinkies. Honeybuns..."

His eyes lit up. "Sounds good to me. I'll clean the fish if you build the fire."

"Can you clean a fish?" He grinned. "Seems like you'd be better at building a fire..."

"I'm actually pretty good at it. Cooking lessons." He smirked and carried the bucket back to camp. Quickly he cleaned the fish before taking a knife to begin cutting them, making some neat fillets. As he slit the last fish he cursed and dropped the knife, sticking the fingers of his left hand in his mouth.

Duo looked up from the fire he was building. "What happened?" He pulled the blondes fingers out of his mouth. "Hm." He took a first aide kit out of one of the packages and began to clean and bandage the wounds. "Fish and Quatre fingers for dinner. Mmm."

He couldn't help a small smile when Duo took care of his fingers for him. "I was watching you and not paying attention," he mumbled." He glared accusingly at the fire a moment before looking at the couple of filets he already prepared. "I guess two fish each will be more than enough anyways."

"So, was it my hotness that distracted you then?" Duo kissed the bandages of his hands. "Understandable."

"Well you watched me swimming. And I was afraid you'd learn to build a fire like you learned to swim: by falling in." Quatre smirked, then blushed as Duo kissed his fingers. "I need that hand back so I can finish the fish. We'll just throw this last one in the bushes and let some animal eat it."

"But I like this hand... it's attached to you." He kissed it again, before leaning in and kissing the blonde. "And if I fell in the fire, I'd take you with me."

Quatre leaned into the kiss and returned it fully until he realized he was stretching across the small folding table that he'd been cleaning the fish on. He snatched the pan of fillets before it fell to the ground. "I'd follow you gladly, but I want food first." As if on cue, his stomach growled loudly. "If you're ready with the fire, these fish are ready to fry."

"Ready when you are." He stood and pulled Quatre to his feet. "You sure you want fish?"

"Why not? We caught it. Isn't that what you do when you camp? Catch dinner then cook and eat it?" He looked at Duo confused.

"Yes, normally, but I could understand if you didn't want to." He started cooking the fish on the fire. "I know that 'roughing it' isn't your thing, so I brought normal food, too."

"No. You said you wanted to do this. So I want to try." He sat on a log they rolled nearby earlier and watched the braided pilot. "I'm not going to turn down a few chips and a pop, though, while we wait for the fish to fry."

"Well... there is every flavor known to man here." He grinned. "I like to cheat at camping. "And luckily, I'm the master of cooking, too. So you won't die."

"I thought you said I was the master at cooking when you had that spicy pork I made last week?" Quatre's lower lip stuck out in a pout. "Were you just saying that?"

"No, master. You are far better than I." He leaned over and kissed Quatre's forehead, then blushed. "Please don't pout. It does horrible things to me."

He pushed his lower lip out farther and gave Duo the poutiest face he could muster. "But you still don't want me to make the fish?"

Duo leaned close to the blonde giving him a kiss before whispering in this ear. "When you make that face it makes me want to drag you into the tent and listen to you beg for me to do bad things to you." He leaned back and smiled. "But yeah, you can cook the fish."

Quatre wasn't sure if his face was hotter from the fire or the blush on his cheeks. But he did know for certain that the shiver running down his spine was a delicious result of Duo's breath hot in his ear. "Naw, you can finish. I'll watch from here." He leaned back and took a long drink from his pop.

Duo couldn't help but grin. "Liked it huh?" He continued cooking, smug smile on his face.

Quatre didn't respond. He didn't trust his voice after what that kiss had done to him. Taking another long drink of the pop he finished the can and shoved a handful of chips in his mouth.

The braided pilot smirked taking the opportunity to sit down next to the blonde and leaned close, nibbling on his ear. "I told you, I'm the master of everything. I'll show you sometime."

He swallowed hard before turning and facing Duo. "Sometime?"

Duo raised an eyebrow. "I gotta feed you, don't I?" He grinned before resuming his assault on Quatre's neck.

He shuddered and whispered, "Yeah."

With one final kiss Duo stood up casually and finished cooking.

"Bu-" Quatre clamped his mouth shut before the words could fully escape. He watched Duo return to the fish. Taking the moment as an opportunity to stand and get circulation back into his legs, he dug for the paper plates, cursing quietly as he got a paper cut on his right hand, then found two more pops for each of them. "Ready?"

"Yep." He served the fish, taking a pop from Quatre and grinned at the blonde's flustered appearance. "What's the matter Quat?"

"Nothing. I am fine." He sat down, taking his fish from Duo. "Thanks." Hiding his blush behind a long drink he coughed as the pop went down the wrong pipe. At least his face was red from coughing now rather than the blush. Finally he got his breath back and was able to start in on the food before Duo could ask him another question.

The braided pilot watched him, amused. "Good, huh?"

"Mmmhhmmmm." Quatre continued to shovel food down and chug on his pop to avoid having to use his voice.

"Why, Quatre, I don't think I've ever seen you flustered before." Duo couldn't help but grin.

Taking a settling breath he controlled his expression before turning to face Duo. "Flustered? I'm not flustered. I just swallowed my pop wrong. But I'm ok now." He knew there was no chance the braided pilot would buy that, but it was worth the try. "How about those honey buns?"

Duo tossed a honey bun towards him. "It's cute when you try to lie."

He caught the package and grinned. "Does that mean I can get away with it?"

"This time, yes. Next time, no."

"Fair enough." He popped the snack cake in his mouth and watched the fire crackle for a bit. "I think s'mores would be a wonderful finish to such a delicious meal. How does that sound?"

"S'mores it is."