Um....way-ull. I like standard pairings, no da? 1x2, 3x4, so this is a story about the life gone all wrong ^.^ Completely separate from any other fic of GW shounen-ai here. Or perhaps, sometime before Don't Cry Out Loud, or maybe after it, and before Gossamer Midnight. You never know, my dears. Flames will be used to toast marshmallows. 3x2, which is sadly wrong! Wai!

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Mm....I love you too, Duo.

The words sounded hollow, even as they escaped his mouth. Trowa held the smaller boy's hands in his own, nuzzling him softly. Duo smiled widely, letting out a soft, happy sigh. He cuddled up against the Heavyarms pilot slightly, curling against his lover.
Trowa's arms wrapped obediently around the small waist beside his, and he set his chin lightly on top of Duo's mess of chocolate hair, staring out over the room of their safe house. It was cold, and the figure in his arms soon fell asleep, surrounded by his warmth.
Silently, he edged away, careful to leave Duo still in sleep. He watched the other boy curl slightly, then he slipped off the couch and stood.
For a moment, he just stared out the window, setting his forehead against the glass, watching snowflakes drift lazily through the night.

Quatre...

The thought slipped through his mind before he could even push it away.

Quatre....

He missed him, on nights like this. Even when he was against Duo, he missed him.

Quatre....

It was all wrong. All of it. It shouldn't be like this. ...Why had he even said yes to Duo in the first place? He couldn't even remember. All he could remember now was that he had.
Quatre had smiled, when he told him. That hurt the worst. He had smiled. He had probably meant it too...he had been stupid for even trying to wish that the small blonde would ever love him.
He glanced silently over at Duo. He had thought this would pull him over it. Thought that, perhaps, he could put those feelings of love onto someone else. Duo obviously him. But then again, Duo everyone. Maybe he was just another one of those outlets of the purple-eyed boy's hormones, and he would be dropped within the week. Somehow, that seemed more comforting than frightening. Then Duo could go to someone who would be perfect for him, and he himself could...
What could he do? ....It's not like he had anyone else. ...He'd just go back to pining about Quatre, all over again.
.....Then perhaps this was better. ...Perhaps.

After all...he thought, sitting down and picking up the smaller boy in his arms once again, Even if it's all wrong....it's all I've got....for now...