Note: This one is really short, just because there was no way to lengthen it. Quatre has a -problem- so if you don't like masturbation, DO NOT READ!! Though, it's really short and undescribed. But, I don't recommend it if you don't like the overall theme, kay? Also, more Duo angst. Read and enjoy!!!

Quatre opened his eyes slightly and looked out the window wearily. The night sky was just beginning to lighten to morning, the fuzzy shine of the sun threatening to disturb the tranquil darkness the Earth was resting in. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking around him and finally remembering that he had fallen asleep on the couch in Duo's trailer. That alone made him tense and he blushed when he realized he experiencing a little - problem.

He sighed and stood, running his fingers quickly through his tousled hair. Sweat was still cleaning to his smooth warm skin as he made his way to the bathroom, where he quietly closed the door and moved over to the toilet, totally ashamed at what he was about to do. This had never happened to him before, but instinct took over and he began to go about his 'work'. Trying to keep the noises minimal he relieved himself and opened the door to return to the couch but a sound reached his ears. He paused and concentrated on the sound. It was sobbing. Duo was crying.

His heart panged and he stared at the closed door in wonder. Of course he knew Duo cried, everybody did, but it just wasn't Duo. The sound was simply heartbreaking. It was obvious the pilot was trying to hide it by the muffled sound being produced.

Slowly and timidly Quatre made his way over to the door, pressing his ear against it to make sure he was hearing correctly. The sobbing was a little louder and it was obvious that Duo was indeed crying. Quietly, he turned the knob and entered the room, looking over at the bundle under the covers and the pillow that was covering his head. If it was heartbreaking to hear Duo crying, it was even worse to see it. Quatre could feel his heart simply shattering but he stood there, motionless, suddenly unable to say anything. It was as if he wasn't even there, simply watching a scene playing out before him. The other pilot didn't seem to notice his arrival either and didn't acknowledge his presence at all.

"Duo?" he asked timidly, his voice quiet and soft. "Are you, crying?" The pillow was removed and Duo looked up at him, tears still glittering in his beautiful indigo eyes. His face was red and swollen from the tears and it was evident that he had been crying for some time. This made Quatre's heat lurch in his chest and it took all he could not to gasp.

The indigo pools were glazed over from too much alcohol and he looked at Quatre in puzzlement, studying him before he spoke, his speech coming out slurred. "Quatre…? Whatre…you…doin'ere?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and staring at the blonde pilot with such a pitiful stare. "I thought…you 'er… sleepin'…" He hiccupped and rested his head back on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling.

For a minute he didn't speak, his eyes resting on the freshly opened package of beer. "I heard you crying…when I got up to…go to the bathroom," he explained, blushing at the explanation. "Are you alright?" He began to make his way over to the bed, sitting delicately on the edge and looking down at his clearly drunk friend. The room smelled of cigarettes too, something the Arabian hadn't noticed before. It was obvious he only smoked here.

He rolled over and hid his head in the pillow, as if to hide in shame from his friend. Hiccupping again, this time from the tears, his shoulders heaved in a great sigh. "I-I'm…fn…" he murmured into the pillow. "Jus' leaveme…alone…" His hand reached out blindly for the still half-full can of beer on the table. Instead it touched Quatre's hand and squeezed it. He was not fine. Not fine at all. He rolled over again and looked up at Quatre. "You're really…'er…" He hiccupped again and reached out to touch Quatre's cheek. "Why…?"

Tears were forming in his own eyes as he looked down at his beautiful friend, his long chestnut hair sprayed around him, disheveled and still slightly damp. "Because I'm your friend, Duo…and that's what friends do…they're there for each other…remember?" he told him reassuringly. "You don't always have to be happy, you know. Sometimes it's okay to cry…"

Duo sat up and wavered slightly as he tried to gain his balance. Then, his chin quivering, he attempted to smile at him. "Okay…t'cry…?" he slurred, tears already beginning their path down his cheeks once more. When Quatre nodded he reached out and grabbed hold of the smaller pilot, pulling him to him. At first he was surprised and then Duo began to sob into his shoulder and he understood. Duo needed someone right now…someone who wouldn't pull away. He stroked Duo's back soothingly and let him cry, even though he could feel the sleeve of his shirt getting wet.

Slowly he began to rock him back and forth, closing his eyes so that he wouldn't cry. That was the last thing Duo needed. "Yes, Duo…it's okay…to cry…" he whispered in his ear, running his fingers through the brunette's long, damp, chestnut locks. "Let it all out…you'll feel much better…"

"I was s'stupid…why'd I dosat?" he muttered into Quatre's shoulder. "I pusheder away…an' now it's t'late…t'get 'erback…" He hiccupped. "I love'er, Q-man…it took me this long…I'm a idiot…" He shuttered with a wave of sudden tears and Quatre held him closer, soothing him. "It was jus' some perty girl…Hilde was more pretty…y'know? I was afraid…I guess…t'marry someone I didn'deserve…" He hiccupped again. "I hate m'self…I do…" Quatre stroked his hair and rested his cheek against the damp hair of his friend. He could smell the tobacco and cigarettes but he didn't feel sick. "I'll never fergive… m'self…never…" He shook his head and hiccupped again. "I'ish…it would go'way…"

Quatre sighed and pulled away slightly from Duo. "Don't hate yourself, Duo…maybe it was all for the best…" he said softly, not able to look at the tears streaming down the American's cheeks. "You're strong…you'll get through this…and I'll help you…"

The American sighed and looked down at the bed. "Maybe…" He suddenly looked very tired and Quatre helped him lie down on the mattress and watched him close his eyes. "But'll always…love'er…" Then he was still, the alcohol finally taking affect. For a moment Quatre stared at him, waiting for him to talk again, but it never came as Duo passed into a drunk sleep.

"Duo…I-I'm sorry…" he whispered and stood, looking down at him. "I hope you feel better when you wake up…" Then he moved silently from the room and, after closing the door after him, moved back to the couch where he passed into sleep.

To Be Continued...