Title: Somewhat Damaged

Author: Raven (spirit_raven_willow@hotmail.com)
Contents: Yaoi!!! semi-AU (set after endless waltz), slightly OOC, future lemons

Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 6x5
Notes: I have no real idea where this is gonna go so C&C VERY welcome. Duo, Heero and Wufei work for the Preventers, Trowa is a Journalist, Quatre works for Winner Inc and Zechs owns a gay/Bi bar (this may or may not have *any* significance to the plot I haven't decided) anyway it's after endless waltz and everyone it trying to have normal lives and forget the war but old scars don't always fade.

Italics denote flashbacks
Archive: Anywhere but ask please

Fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=444812

A little piece of Gundam Wing:

http://raygunworks.net/singles2/somewhat/somewhat.html

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue… All you'll get is a purple bunny named Duo and coursework.

Chapter 3 – The games start.

*Heero POV*

I watched him streak back to his room, trying not to look too hard at his ass. I wanted him so much it physically hurt, in more ways than one. I love him body and soul, sometimes when I dream I think I can remember another life: sometime that isn't now, and I always see him standing beside me even when we are faced with death. One of J's lab assistants, Rei, told me once that we are tied to a certain number of souls over the lifetimes, and so when you meet someone and you swear that you've met them before or you feel you have known them for years is because you have met before and were destined to meet again. I never really believed it at the time, well who would, especially being brought up by J? But after I met the rest of the pilots, I felt it. But that was nothing like the feeling when I first met Duo, I felt almost human for the first time, of course then I couldn't understand what I was feeling my emotions repressed after a lifetime of conditioning and I freaked and ran but that didn't matter; I knew we'd meet again.

"Hey Heero, I'm ready!" he said waking me from my inner monologue. I looked up at him and nearly came in my pants, he was wearing a pair of leather pants that probably felt like butter with a pair of handcuffs through one of the belt loops at the back, and a worn tight fit t-shirt that had 'Oxford pub-crawl 1997' on it – he had a thing for vintage clothing saying it was more original; his hair was unbound around his shoulders, in a beautiful wave of chestnut shining in the evening light.

"Hey Heero you in there buddy?" I shook myself realising I was staring.

"Yeah sorry," I blinked a bit, "let's go." We walked in almost silence over to Quatre's just chatting about random things, I felt my hand brush against his and a jolt went up me like I got a static shock, only I had no urge to move it away. I looked down and I saw our fingers had entwined. I let go of his hand, mumbling an apology. If I didn't know he had feeling for Zechs I would have thought he was upset at the loss of contact.

We arrived at Quatre's at the same time as Wu and Zechs, my heart ached as I saw Duo go over to the blonde and be brought into his embrace. I wish I was the one holding my angel in my arms, but I want him to be happy and that's obviously not with me.

Quatre came out of the apartment dragging Trowa and announced that we were going to the coffee house…

*Duo POV*

I walked to the coffee house holding hand with Zechs, I briefly notice Heero's hurt expression but though nothing of it after all who could love me I was nothing just a dirty street rat, no one cares about me 'cept Zechs, he cares for me, like I care for him; except I'm not in love with him, I can't and I never will be. I won't inflict my curse upon him, and besides I think he loves Wu-chan.

I want to hold Heero's hand, I want to walk with him, be with him, have him inside me. I squeeze Zech's hand a bit harder with the though and he looked down at me questioningly. I gave him a look that I hoped conveyed the message: 'don't ask', thankfully he dropped it and we went on.

We arrived at the small coffee house we frequented and sat down in our usual seats (several over stuffed armchairs and a couch towards the back). The waitress brought over our usual coffees and we all sat in comfortable silence for a while.

"So… who wants to play spin the bottle truth or dare?" I said at last.

"What are we 12 again or something?" muttered Wu but made no more protest.

"Sure why not? I'm always up for hormonally driven idiocy" replied Quatre, settling further into Trowa's lap, draping one arm around his koi's shoulder.

"Ok then!" I said looking at Heero, he was looking straight back at me and our eyes locked for an eternity before I looked down and continued pouring sugar into my coffee from the shaker.

"Hey Duo, think that enough darlin' we don't need a honey like you comatose, now do we?" said Caitlin the waitress and proprietress of the 'Aroma Room'; She was fairly tall, with long brown hair streaked white at the front and green eyes; she also had a southern accent. We were all fairly certain that she was a witch and a healer but we never asked her; you never know if she was sensitive about it.

"'Course not darlin'" I replied, faking an accent. "Wouldn't wanna pass out now an' give everyone ah chance to grope me before ah woke up." She raised an eyebrow and I grinned goofily at her for a bit as she sat a half empty hazelnut syrup bottle on our table.

"Thought you might want tah borrow it, I don't care what ya do in here, we're all liberal but no heavy nudity ya hear?"

"Yeah no problem Caitlin, don't worry about it," Trowa said over the table, Quatre looked a little disappointed but said nothing.

"Right Ladies, the game works like this: we spin the bottle who ever it lands on has to tell a truth or spin the bottle again and kiss that person, everyone ok with that?" they all nodded, I was slightly surprised that Wu went along with it without a scathing comment. "Ok so seeing as it's my game I go first. I pick: Truth. Who's gonna ask?"

"I will," Wu said sitting up. "Ok Maxwell: what was the thing you did last month that you wouldn't tell anyone about?" He sat back looking smug, thinking he had me.

"Ok then," I said looking slightly embarrassed. I looked over at Caitlin; seeing her go into the back I quickly stood up and unzipped my pants a bit exposing the new black tribal ink work running diagonally down from my hip bones towards my groin. "Happy?"

"Cool" Wufei said a little surprised as I zipped my pants back up. My gaze flitted over to Zechs and Heero both were staring at me with, if I wasn't mistaken – and I'm fairly certain I was as I'm not attractive in the slightest – lust at my exposed flesh; I felt my face grow warm at the however unlikely idea that two of the most beautiful men who were simply sex personified would find me desirable.

"So…" I stuttered highly embarrassed, grabbing the bottle. "Let's see who goes next…"

Tbc…