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WARNING! RATED MATURE

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Ch. 1 Complicated Frustrations

Life was so complicated, so confusing. Nothing could even be as simple as pushing a button. Then again, it was his own dam fault he was in this mess to begin with, but he had been desperate. Seven months without as much as a call or even a letter. More than once he had though him dead, but deep down knows that wasn't true. He was in love with the fool and would wait a lifetime for him to return.

Nagging doubt plagued him daily. Did he still harbor the same feelings he'd had before he left? Or had those changed and he would be cast aside upon his return?

Duo cast aside that thought as he set to work on yet another vehicle. If his hands were busy his mind wouldn't wander, just focus on the task at hand. His brief love affair with Heero had crushed hi when Heero had suddenly left on an assignment. They had been together two weeks when Duo had confessed his feelings to Heero. He had been overjoyed when they had been returned, and then Heero was suddenly gone, leaving behind an empty void. One he thought would never be filled, until…

He glanced at his silent companion. Then Trowa had reentered his life after almost two years. Since the war, Trowa and Quatre had been an item. It had been a complete accident that they had run into each other. Apparently the couple had moved to the L2 Colony for Quatre's job, but things had been sour between them for some time.

The day he had literally ran into Trowa while carrying an arm load of parts, had been the day Trowa had ended things with Quatre. They still lived together, as Trowa had nowhere to go, but that night…

A pleasurable shiver ran up his back, that night had been spent in ecstasy, and now, Trowa spent almost every waking moment with him, that is, when he wasn't trying to smooth things over with his ex. He didn't mind a jealous, angry ex, he'd had to deal with Relena when she had found out he and Heero were a couple. Heero…

He pulled his arm across his forehead, wiping away the sweat beading down his face. Heero was a whole nother matter in itself. Late at night, entwined in Trowa's arms, he would think about the wild passionate nights spent with Heero, and his heart would ache. He longed to be with him, feel his arms around him, that masculine scent that always seemed to smell of oil and gun powder. Here his name called lovingly.

"Duo?"

Sure he was dreaming. Had Heero really called his name?

"Duo?"

No this voice was different, softer."

"Duo?" The voice was concerned and a hand on his shoulder pulled him from his reverie.

Looking up, he stared into the concerned eyes of his lover and made a carefree gesture with his hand, a smile spreading across his face. "I'm fine Trowa." He insisted, "Just got lost in a day dream for a second."

Trowa continued to stare at him, unsure, but the look of concern had left his handsome features. "Why don't we call it a night?" he suggested. "You've been taking on a lot of work lately and I think it's getting to you."

Trowa was right of course. Since Heero had left and the affair had begun, he had buried himself in work during the day to keep his mind occupied. He looked across the shop at the past several cars he had finished that day. His heart yearned to see Heero working on the vehicle behind him; he could almost see the taunt muscles in his back through the sweat soaked tank. Blinking, his vision disappeared. He nodded to Trowa in agreement. "Yeah, there's plenty of time tomorrow to finish what's left."

As he began cleaning up the remaining oil and miscellaneous vehicle fluids, Trowa began pulling down the doors to the remaining service bays. With the floors cleaned and his tools in their usual disarray on the work bench, he left through the side entrance knowing Trowa had locked the front. He found the 03 pilot lounging casually against the lamppost by the street. After checking his pocket for his keys, they headed off down the darkened street.

Walking home late at night was a joy for him until recently, when something had gone wrong with the artificial atmospheric generator. It was making summer almost unbearably hot even the cool evenings were gone. The only sanctuary he had was his apartment. The head had forced him to cover his windows with thick dark curtains to keep the heat out. He only had to run the air conditioner for thirty minutes or so to get the temperature reasonable. It saved a lot on his electricity bill.

They continued their silent walk down two blocks and up four flights of stairs to his apartment; Trowa periodically texting his ex to assure him he would be home at a reasonable time. This unnerved Duo, it seemed to him that Trowa and Quatre were still together. On the other hand, Quatre may not be handling the break up very well.

While Trowa continued conversing with Quatre, Duo entered the apartment and started the shower. Being a mechanic had its down falls. Working on vehicles, he loved, but washing all the filth off, that could get frustrating some days. Tossing his filthy clothes on the bathroom floor he stepped into the shower allowing the hot water to rinse away the tensions in his body. The hot water felt good on his tired body, though with the heat wave he should be taking a cold shower. Grabbing the soap he began to clean off the day's dirt and grime. As he stepped out of the tub, he heard the familiar ring tone on his cell phone as he wrapped his hair in a towel.

Oblivious to his nudity he sprinted into the bedroom to snatch his phone from the top of the dresser. He knew that ring, it only belonged to one person, but he had been too late. He had missed the call. His heart sank as he sat down on the bed, phone in hand. He started at its dark screen blankly when it vibrated, alerting him to a new message. Hastily fumbling with the phone, he managed to flip the phone open to find a text, not the voicemail he had hoped for.

'Sanq Kingdom, will be heading for the states.'

Duo sat, numb. The states? He responded back quickly afraid of the answer he might get in return.

'States? Are you coming home first? I miss you.' He hit send before he could think too much on what he had typed and pulled the towel from his hair instead. He sat fingering the buttons blindly on his phone, trying to be patient, staring, willing a text to appear, and when it came, his heart sank.

'No.'

Short and to the point, Heero's usual style, and totally oblivious to anyone's feelings. Funny how one small word could wreak so much havoc, his world shattered. Heero wasn't coming back like he had promised. The delusions he had built up crumbled, allowing him to see the reality of the situation for the first time. Setting the phone down, he stalked back into the bathroom, suddenly remembering he was still nude form his shower.

Toweling the remaining water off his body, he threw on the nearest pair of pants and a t-shirt. He needed to walk, clear his head. Leaving the apartment he did not even notice Trowa was absent. Out on the street he walked aimlessly not caring where he went. He could not really be mad at Heero, he was only going where his job dictated he go. It wasn't like they were in a committed relationship, it had been a short lived fling, two weeks, then he had left. Heero had promised to come back but Duo had known there would be complications. The promise had been made before Heero even knew what his mission entailed. Despite that, Duo had believed him, convinced himself, Heero would keep his word and come back.

He jammed his hands into his pockets, silently berating himself for being so foolish, but Heero had seemed so sincere. If Heero was back in the picture, where did that leave Trowa? Weren't they a fling as well? His heart belonged to Heero, but at the moment, his body belonged to Trowa.

His still damp hair brushed the back of his arm, reminding him he had forgotten to put it up. Too late now, it could air dry for the time being. Idly twisting a stray lock of hair, he went back to the more important issue, what to do. From the start he had made sure Trowa knew he was looking for fun and not really a commitment. Having just come out of the war and then, his thing with Heero, he couldn't handle anything serious. Maybe in the distant future, but right now he wanted to be happy, something sorely lacking during the war.

But Heero was gone, headed for the states. Why not continue his fling with Trowa? Maybe things weren't as complicated as he had thought. Life could continue on as it was and if, and it was a big if, Heero came back, he would deal with the situation then. Until that time…

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So this is something I have been working on for some time and just recently had a lot of time to really crank out some chapters. A few more should be posted same day! Please R&R