Author's Note: I see that some of you have figured some things out. But as life is complicated, I have the need to yet again put another complication in. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: a few swear words, an implied male activity…

To Fantasize

Solo could have never imagined that the Earth looked like this. The unending sky that fused with the horizon beyond instead of rising up like a wall going straight overhead was awesome. It was an incredible experience, one that he paid close attention to once he let his eyes wander away from the Kid for five seconds.

As if he'd give Quatre the chance to drown the Kid in attention behind his back. Nun uh, not on his watch.

But his new surroundings were so mesmerizing that he couldn't help but look at it all in wonder. The blue sky really did wonders for the scenery. Having lived with a gray metal roof all his life, a blue sky made things look more alive than the drabness of the Colony sky.

He felt like a new man, like he could do anything.

But his amazement simply increased when they arrived at Quatre's place. He hadn't expected it to look so…big. Hell this didn't look like a house; it looked like a fucking mansion! It was a mansion, holy shit, this Quatre guy must be loaded! And it was just outside the city limits too…

Oh man, this was just too much. Anymore and he thought he would die of a heart attack. He wondered if he could even have a heart attack at the ripe old age of twenty-two. At least, that's how old he thought he was anyway.

"Place hasn't changed a bit," Duo commented as he stepped out of the car.

"Ya mean dis is da place?" Solo asked as he scrambled out of the car after Duo.

"Better believe it," Duo answered. "Q here is loaded. Better watch out or he'll buy you your own city."

"That was only that one time!" Quatre protested. "And I thought you were being serious too!"

"You tell yourself that," Duo answered simply. "Now for the all important question: where's my room?"

"I'll show you," Quatre answered. "You think you can handle you're luggage? If you can't—"

"Just because I have a little crack in my skull doesn't mean I'm completely helpless," Duo interrupted.

"A crack?" Solo questioned. "I didn't hear dat. I heard it looked like da San Andreas fault or someding like dat."

"It wasn't that big," Quatre replied. "At least, that was if the surgeon was over exaggerating…."

"Oh come on!" Duo protested. "Who are you going to believe? Me or some crummy doctor?"

"The doctor," both Solo and Quatre answered in sync.

"I thought you were my friends…" Duo grumbled.

"Don't ya worry ya pretty little braid off," Solo said as he handled Duo's duffle. "I can take it in for ya."

"I'm not a baby, Solo. I can take care of myself."

"Dat head wound says differently."

"Fine, be that way!" Duo pouted. "C'mon Q, I need sleep."

Shaking his head at the Kid's antics, Solo smiled, only to pause as he caught Quatre's eye for a few seconds before the Arabain followed after the braided one. Oh, so he thought he was going to get some alone time with the Kid, did he? Not on his watch!

He was on their heels all the way through the mansion, making sure that his competition didn't cop a feel or something on his Kid. Wait, his? Eh, why not? He knew the Kid in ways that Quatre could never imagine. Oh yes…wouldn't he be surprised if he learned about everything.

Making sure that Duo was set up in one of the guestrooms, he allowed himself to be led to another room where he would stay. He did, in fact, notice that the room was a few doors down from the Kid's.

He paused in the doorway, knowing that Quatre was watching him. Turning around, he returned look for look, smirking down at the smaller blond.

Quatre's eyes narrowed slightly and he spoke to the L2 blond. "I don't know who you are but I'm not going to let you hurt Duo. Got that?"

He surprised Quatre with a chuckle and ruffled the blonde locks. "Why would I want ta hurt da Kid? I know him better dan ya do." Then he leaned forward until his mouth was near Quatre's ear. "If anyding, I'm not gonna let ya hurt da Kid. I can see dat he trusts ya but dun dink I trust ya near him. Not yet, anyway."

Pulling away, he smirked down at the now flustered Quatre.

As he started to retreat into his room, he paused and gave Quatre a predatory look. "One more ding. He's mine."

He closed the door in Quatre's face smugly.

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Oh why on Earth did he not spend the night at Quatre's more often? These beds were just so comfortable! He felt as if he was going to fall asleep in the…next…few…seconds…

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Okay, so he was still awake. Damn it, his head wouldn't leave him alone! And no, it wasn't the physical pain that he had endured on L2 making a comeback. It was his mind; it was just so active and wouldn't let him sleep!

So he would have to wear it out and the best way to do that was to think. Yes, he could form complete and logical thoughts, thank you very much. Why many people thought he lacked intelligence was baffling. To some, he seemed incapable of using his brain to process information into neurotic signals that pulsed throughout the brain in a matter of nanoseconds via neurons and synapses thus coming to logical and sensible conclusions of his surroundings and acting on what his circumstances were and the environment he was in. (1)

Those people were obviously low in IQ and mentally deficient.

So what could he think about? Well, there was being reunited with Solo. Ah, the last thing he thought possible had happened, not in style of course, but happened nonetheless. But he had changed and drastically to boot. Had Solo changed any since the last time he had seen him? More than likely but he was still acting like he had all those years ago.

Hmm…what if he had changed in certain aspects? He remembered what they had done literally one week before Solo had "died" when in reality it had been an impersonator. Did it still mean something to him? Was he willing to…pick up where they left off?

Well hello.

Looks like he found a loophole. Okay, time to get it up…damn these pants were confining…would Quatre mind if he…? Only one way to find out. Oh yeah, that was it…faster…faster…oh God…c'mon…oh no…oh no…don't do this! Keep up, damn you! Wait, think those thoughts, yes, those kinds of thoughts. Alright! Yeah think about that hair…those hands…those oh so experienced hands…yes…yes…the eyes…where are the eyes…look at me damn it!…there they were! They were filled with lust and need, promising so many naughty, sinful things…those beautiful…hey wait a minute, those aren't—

He gasped, his body arching. Oh yeah, he had succeeded at diverting his mind…but to something else entirely. He hadn't seen what he thought he imagined…had he? Oh crap, he did, oh Lord what he do to deserve this?

The eyes…they had been everything that he could have wanted, lusted for…

But they weren't green.

They were blue.

Aquamarine to be precise.

He groaned in misery. Fuck! Son of a bitch! Why'd this have to happen now of all times?! Could he…could he possibly…?

He refused to finished that thought but as his body succumbed to the demand for rest, that thought popped up in his mind before blanking out.

Could I possibly want Quatre too…?

(1) Yes, I had to put that in there. You don't know how long it took to get this just right with all correct complicated mumbo jumbo. Plus, I have seen one too many fics that give Duo a low intelligence. Well, not this time.