Page: Sorry that the last chapter was sorta short. This fic isn't actually coming to me as smoothly as I had previously thought. That kinda sucks, but I'll make the best of it. I know I put an NC-17 rating. Everyone need not fear, it'll happen… just not yet. When you review… if you want me to label the chapter that's a lemon as a lemon, say so. Otherwise, I'm leaving it for bountiful self-discovery.

The quiche is gone. Standard disclaimers apply.

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It was about the time that I was separating my hair into sections that Quatre came in, knocking swiftly and swinging on the doorframe. I smiled at him through the mirror… he needed a smile. A wistful and disappointed look graced his features and I felt helpless to do anything else.

" So Q, how's the hangover?" I asked, always one to choose meaningless small talk over uncomfortable silence.

He padded over to me, locking his arm on mine, studying his figure in the reflective glass in front of him and then me for a solid minute. " You know… you and I would be great together."

"Wha???" I stuttered, as I pinned an unsatisfied glare on him, not that I wasn't flattered however. " What's wrong with you? I mean, uh, thank you, but Quatre, Trowa was just being Trowa. I really don't know what else to tell you. He loves you very much and you know it. Don't you think you might be over exaggerating, just a little?"

Quatre rested his head on my shoulder. " I know." He exhaled, looking at me through the mirror. He ran his head along my shoulder so that his forehead was now pressed against the side of my arm. " It just hurts. I don't know what it is about me really, but my emotions seem more fierce then others."

" Like I hadn't noticed." I said jokingly.

Quatre puffed a gust of air, dragging his head away from me and headed to the door. " You should keep your hair down, it'll make Heero melt."

I nodded. " Oh Quat, I was just joking about that you know." Quatre turned to me. " Come here." I said, opening my arms as I met Quatre half way through the room.

I hugged him tight, something us Gundam pilots aren't used to doing. I have no problem doing it though. I will always be there for my friends. I squeezed him for a moment. " I care about you, man. Believe it or not Trowa does even more than I do… and that's a damn lot. He just screwed up."

" Screwed up big time." I heard him muffle into my shirt.

I chuckled, a not so ludicrous idea popping into my head. As I pulled away from Quatre, I said, " Well, why don't you torture him the way he did you, hmm? Your idol is Andrea and his idol is clearly you. Let him know what it feels like to be deprived of something he wants so much."

Quatre shook his head. " You're bad Duo. Not a completely impossible idea though…"

I stared at him a bit longer watching him come up with, what I'm sure was plenty of ideas.

" I'm gonna go see if Heero is ready. He has exactly 15 minutes before you two need to be out of here." He said as he walked out happier than I thought he would have. Apparently, Quatre has a little sadistic streak… I would have never guessed.

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When I came downstairs, I somehow got the wildest idea that they would be waiting for me. I smiled to myself thinking, Quatre looking with pride in his eyes like he was giving me away and Heero, standing there looking sexy but nervous. Ahh… my imagination. Too bad that when I came down step by step no one was around. I trudged quickly around the house stopping dead in my tracks when I saw Heero hovering over Quatre, inches from his face. I let the hurt slip through to my face for a second, surprise definitely covering its tracks swiftly.

This was just great. " Uh… I… maybe… I really want to ask what the hell is going on here, seeing as Quatre, you're with Trowa but I'm going to refrain and Heero, well…" I trailed off, silently telling myself he was with me. I backed out of the kitchen with a quick bow, for lack of anything more intelligent to do.

As I headed for the front door with the intent of waiting on the porch, I felt a hand tug hastily on my forearm. I came eye to eye with Heero, a very emotion - filled Heero. This was all too weird for me, I felt like when this whole concert thing had happened I had stepped smack dab in the middle of The Twilight Zone. I was so flustered by the pleading look on his face that I snatched my arm away quickly and stepped outside, suddenly and desperately needing the night's sharp breeze.

I had decided that it might have been good of me to walk a little. I didn't get to far before I heard footsteps. Heero's feet predictably. I knew walking wouldn't get me far, so I turned around waiting for him. He stopped a few feet short of me keeping his eyes to the ground. I always wondered what the hell his problem was and now my questions looked like they were going to be answered. I mean the guy couldn't even look at me.

" We have to go. The limo just got here. " Heero said hurriedly.

" I don't know if I really feel up to going. "

Heero's head shot up. " What do you mean?"

" Is this why you came out here, Heero? To interrogate me?"

" You mean to say that you dressed up for tonight and now you are not going with me?"

" Will you stop answering my question with a question? Hmph… nevermind, let's just go." I mumbled, looking at Heero. That's when I finally noticed how god damned edible Heero looked. Black suit fitting nicely in all the right places. I looked up at his face as we walked in unusual silence. His eyebrows were drawn together and he stepped closer to me so we were brushing shoulders. Weird… He looked to me suddenly.

" What's wrong with you?"

I looked at him gaping. What was wrong with me? He was the one acting all odd. " Nothing. What makes you say that?"

"You sound… aggravated."

" Do I? Well, I am, kind of. I just saw you practically all over Quatre. But I'm not one to jump to conclusions Heero and you know it." I said as we got near the limo. I saw Quatre nearby with a hopeful look on his face. I reminded myself how much Quatre really wanted this and here I was bitching and moaning.

" Quatre really wants this, though I don't know why. Let's just get through it Heero and whatever is going on with you two, don't hurt Trowa and don't hurt Quatre." I peered at him through the moonlight. " You can stand me for a night, can't you?"

" It's not what you think, Duo." Heero said monotonously as he ducked in the car.

I watched the door close and walked up to Quatre, standing on two steps. I looked at his open face and forced myself to push any feeling of before away. " Are you positive you don't want my place Q? I know how much you want to go."

" No. I want you to go. I know it's my dream Duo, but I would give that up even for Trowa, no matter how I act about or what I say about the matter."

" Okay man. I'll have to tell you my version of the concert when I get back. Are you positive, last call?" I said walking toward the car.

" Sure Duo. Plus, I'm making someone else's dream come true too. It really is worth it." Quatre said, skipping into the house.

I raised my eyebrow and got in the car confused as hell. He sure didn't seem too distraught. Had the world gone mad?

Heero kept his eyes on me as I thought. What did Quatre mean by all that? I didn't want to sound stupid, but I was completely clueless. Okay time to review, I thought. Whose dream is coming true? Mine maybe. I guess this could be one of the many. Heero's? Maybe again, but what would Quatre know about Heero's dreams? Probably more than he was letting on… But then what did Heero mean by it wasn't what I thought? I thought… they were messing around behind Trowa's back because of this whole fiasco. Or maybe even before. Then again, no, because I saw the look on their faces. Quatre had a satisfied smirk that screamed 'I won' so I really couldn't go with that one. Heero's face though was one of pure terror. Why was that? Terror, I've seen a few times on his face, like the time I spray painted his laptop magenta and white military print. So that was out of my mind. A tap on my shoulder interrupted my thoughts. That's another thing… Heero's been taking the initiative a lot lately.

" Hmm?"

"Why do you have that look on your face?"

" Quatre just said one of those mind boggling things, like he knows something I don't." I said wiggling my fingers like I was putting a hex on him.

It was quiet for longer than I thought and I looked at him. That's when I realized he was waiting for me to tell him what was said.

" He said he was making someone else's dream come true and that it was worth it."

There was silence again and I watched the stars through the moon roof that I opened.

" It is worth it." He said simply, resting his head against the back of the seat, looking at me and then the stars.

I just stared at him. That was it. The last straw. I silently vowed to myself that I was going to watch him… and very carefully at that.