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Warnings: Language, angst, violence, sex

Pairings: I'll give you two guesses. No, three guesses.

What May Come

Chapter Fourteen

"You know… we might as well just…" Duo trailed off.

Trowa looked over at him. Duo looked like he was actually struggling to think of what to say. That was a first.

"We might as well just… plot to overthrow Relena?" Trowa prompted.

Duo gave him a look.

"No. We might as well just pick a bed and sleep in it, don't you think? I mean, we end up in the same bed every night anyway - which ever one of us freaks out first wakes up the other and we wind up together. Wouldn't it just save time if we started out together?"

"Like when we were at Quatre's house?"

Duo nodded. He still seemed uneasy. Trowa wondered if it was because he, like Trowa, found his dependence on Duo discomforting. Trowa appreciated the fact that he could sleep now, at least for four or five hours, but he wasn't entirely comfortable with the knowledge that he could only sleep for that long if Duo was there with him. Still, if his other option was to lay in bed alone, staring up at the ceiling until his eyes were raw and he had to close them - only to wake up an hour or two later as nightmares descended on him; or worse, to wake up when he heard the choked, frantic gasps from Duo's room as the other man struggled with his own demons.

"It would be more efficient," Trowa allowed.

Duo's lips quirked.

"Efficiency first, like I always say."

"You have never said that," Trowa pointed out.

"Have to - just now."

Trowa shook his head.

Duo scratched the back of his neck.

"So… my room or yours?"

"What about Kippernick's room?" Trowa suggested.

Duo nodded.

"Yeah - neutral ground. I like it. You think he'll mind?" Duo added the question with a smirk.

"We can ask him next time we see him," Trowa muttered. He checked his watch. It was close to two a.m. No wonder Duo had been hinting about sleeping arrangements.

Duo caught his eye.

"Guess I'll see you in there?" He said, and for some reason Trowa felt strangely nervous as he nodded in response.

Maybe, he reflected as he changed into sleep shorts and waited for Duo to brush his teeth, it was because this was the first time they had more or less admitted that they wanted this. Every other time, before Quatre's, they had waited until they needed to join each other in bed. Even at Quatre's, Trowa still considered that necessity - there was no way he could stay in his room there and risk Quatre and 'alone time.'

He joined Duo on the bed in Kippernick's room and had to ask.

"Is this making things better or worse?"

Duo immediately knew what he was talking about.

"I sure as hell don't think that being able to sleep is worse," Duo said, but he seemed uneasy.

"But we're twenty. We shouldn't need to sleep with someone to be able to sleep."

"Probably not," Duo agreed. "We could stop."

"We just agreed to start doing it more," Trowa pointed out.

"It's not normal," Duo said after a moment. "But we aren't normal. Maybe every other twenty year old on this campus is sharing a bed with someone because they're fucking - but they haven't been through the shit we have. Yeah, we're going to have to figure out how to sleep alone eventually, but I'm not sure I'm in the right place to do it tonight."

Trowa had to nod in agreement. It was exactly how he felt.

"Of course, you play your cards right and you can just jump into Quatre's bed - you'll never have to sleep alone again."

"You realize that I could smother you with pillow and make it look like an accident?" Trowa held his pillow up threateningly. "I could blame it all on Kippernick."

Duo's blue eyes sparkled.

"Yeah - and as soon as the news vids were released, you know who'd show up to comfort you? Quatre."