Tug of War
Warnings 'n such - We don't own Gundam Wing *cries*. We do however own all plot bunnies that spawned the story itself as well as the story parts that came from said plot bunnies.
Prologue
He dropped a few bucks into the jukebox and settled back into the corner table of his favorite bar. Lighting his cigarette, he snagged his beer and chased a long drag with a gulp of beer. The ember was the only light in the dark corner and stood as a beacon to his presence, but only to the right person, the one who knew to look for him.
Slowly exhaling the deadly smoke, he saw that person enter and go order his drink, collecting it and making his way slowly back toward him. He straightened and took a long drink of his beer, kicking the chair opposite his from under the table without looking. His friend needed no further invitation. The young man stood out sorely in this place, from the relatively neat blonde hair to the white button-up shirt and black slacks.
'Black slacks?' he thought, but aloud took the chance to rib his friend. "What, no pink, Kat?"
The blonde flushed slightly, quickly sipping his malt drink to cover it. "We, Trowa and I, have special plans later tonight…so you'd better make this quick," Quatre said briskly.
Duo sighed and then poured out his tale in a rush. It was about his love life, of course. When he was finished, Quatre sat back to think. In spite of himself, he smiled a little. "Well, at least now we know the reasons behind you problems the last time we had this talk."
"You mean when we were talking about how Hilde doesn't- how did you put it- 'do it for me' anymore?" Duo asked.
"Right. And now you've just told me, in detail, about your- ah, problem when you're around Heero."
Duo hid his blush behind his beer bottle. "Uhm, yeah. Not as easy as you made it sound. And could we not broadcast it to the rest of the bar?"
"I think the obvious conclusion would be that you date Heero."
"And the…situation with Wufei?"
"I'm sorry. I was unaware that there was a law that says you can't date them both. Just be sure you're upfront about it," Quatre grinned.
Duo finished his beer and then eyed the empty bottle. "Tell two former terrorists that I want to date them, but not exclusively. I'm going to need a few more of these before that sounds like a good idea."
