I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters from that show, (but we like to pretend don't we) for your pleasure:

Pairings: 1x2x5 3x4 (although I don't even think they'll show up in this)

Rating: I've got a funny feeling this is going to be another multi-part fic, but let's see first, shall we?

Warning!!!!!! There's YAOI in here, male on male relationships! Explicit Sex as a possibility, definite male threesomes, and the Characters doing all this Nasty Stuff are underage! You are warned, so don't say I didn't tell you.

As always, review like a crazy person!

Misery Loves By Belleluna

*Wufei's POV*

Misery loves company. This is an existential truth. Anyone who's ever been sad, they want others to know about it. You find yourself unconsciously altering your behavior, steering the conversation, doing anything to get someone to ask the right question, say the right words. That way you can complain, tell the sad tale without the guilt of forcing it upon the person, because after all, they asked.

But the problem is, there's nothing that person can really do, not when the misery's self induced. They can comfort, and listen, and share, but all that really does little. They may not even go as far as to try all that.

So you don't tell, right? But therein lies the problem, misery loves company. You'll try to tell no matter what. So there's only one solution: stay away from the company. That's what I have been doing for a very long time. So long, that there doesn't even seem to be a crowd to avoid anymore.

That's why I was so surprised when Duo knocked on my door. As far as I know, that's never happened before.

"Hey Wu-Man!" He poked his head in, "M'I interrupting anything?"

I stood from the mats on the floor, "No Duo, merely my meditations."

"Oh, cool. Um, Heero says we're needed on a mission, and he won't let me read the specs 'till I get you there, so, you coming?"

"Yes Maxwell, allow me to dress first though."

His eyes suddenly went wide as he noticed my robe. "Woah man, sorry. Is it all right if I wait?" Without even waiting for a response he flopped down on my futon, crazy baka. Ah well, such is the way of Maxwell.

"Help yourself, " I say dryly as I stand behind my Chinese screen to change. As usual he never once stopped talking.

"This is nice Wufei, really nice. I've never been in your room before. You must practice martial arts a lot to have it all set up like a dojo like this..."

I pause in throwing on my navy tank, "Yes, I practice quite a bit, you should too you know, so that you don't lose your edge on a mission."

"Naw, none of that for me man, I do my own practicing, if you know what I mean," this comment came with a lewd gesture and a wink.

Inside my head I sighed a little, "Yes, I am aware of your and Heero's relationship," I say as I join him again. How could I not be, it was very obvious, at least to one who observes. I wonder what love feels like, I don't think I've ever known it before. "Let's go," I say, already leaving for the door.

He walks behind me, stopping to grin, "Man, sorry bout all that noise we make at night."

I just shake my head, "There is no noise Maxwell, none that I can hear, I simply observed. You too are very obvious, even when you choose not to be."

He goggled at me, "You know Wu, just when I think I've got you figured, you go and throw a sensitive curveball like that at me."

I palmed open the door to the computer room, frowning at Duo. "I don't think I understand the terminology you're using. And don't call me Wu."

He just laughed and slung his arm around my shoulders as we walked in to join Heero, "Yeah, yeah Wu-man!"

"That too," he kept on laughing.

Owari-part one