Eyes love you, hitomi ga ima, kiri totta omae-
(Eyes love you, but now they[eyes] have lost you-)
My eyes love you, namida no naka tojikomette...
(My eyes love you, they close in their tears...)
"Eyes Love You" ~hide~
-Chapter Three-
He very nearly sank to his knees when he saw Quatre holding Relena close, when he saw the sweet way she toyed with Quatre's short hair.
Trowa knew in his heart that it should have been him down there with Quatre, and yet he couldn't ignore the fact of the matter, that it was her, Relena Dorlain, who was embracing the one he had dared to love.
Turning his back on that vision before him, Trowa slowly lowered himself to the ground, sitting against the railing. He felt physically as well as mentally ill- his head was reeling, even though he'd hardly had anything but water to drink.
If he had wanted a reason for not telling Quatre the truth, there it was as plain as daylight.
His chest hurt; it felt as though it were caving in on itself. It hurt more then it had when he'd forced himself to say nothing when Quatre had hugged him earlier that evening...
Trowa bowed his head, trembling hand rising to touch a cheek... He cringed when he saw the tips of those long fingers moist with tears... God.. Had he been crying?
Louder laughter filtered upward; he wished he were deaf.
"Hey, Trowa? Ya in here?"
Trowa's gaze shot up, the back of his hand swiping across his eyes to dry them. He really didn't need to deal with this, not now...
"Trowa? Hey, there you are! I just came to say g'night, buddy." Duo swaggered into the room, his cheerful demeanor only heightened by the drinks he'd had. "What're you doing on the floor...?"
The 03 pilot didn't respond as he stood, quickly stepping into the archway that separated the room and balcony. Luckily, Duo didn't notice anything was wrong... If the braided pilot had all his wits about him, he may have noticed the red rimming his friend's eyes, or the distraught look he wore.
Duo blinked, passing by Trowa to step out onto the balcony himself. "Wow! Look how big the moon is toni-- Whoa!"
Trowa winced, knowing what Duo had seen. "Duo.. Just come back in, leave them be."
Not listening, Duo put two fingers in his mouth, letting out a shrill whistle.
Quatre and Relena looked upward, Quatre blushing (although no one could really see it) and Relena letting out a shocked sort of yelp.
"Wooooooooo! 'Bout time you two started getting closer! I thought I'd be an old man by the time I caught you smoochin'!" Duo shouted, cupping a hand around his mouth to amplify his voice.
Trowa paled; did this mean Duo had -known- that Quatre and Relena were... He couldn't even bring himself to think the word.
Quatre laughed nervously, trying to make light of the situation. "Heh, guess you caught us, Duo."
"He didn't catch a thing! We were -not- kissing, I'll have you know, Duo. And if you spread any sort of rumors about us I swear--"
Trowa could hear Relena's upset voice carrying on from below, and he felt dizzy. Why couldn't it just -end- already?
"Okay, okay... Goodnight, Duo. Go to bed!" Quatre called, laughing easily despite Duo's embarrassing catcalls and other noises.
The 02 pilot chuckled to himself, stepping back inside the room. "Boy, I'll tell ya, those two always--" Duo stopped, finally taking notice of Trowa's odd attitude. His brows came together as he tilted his head, staring questioningly at the taller youth. "What's the matter? You seem kinda--"
Trowa walked to the door, opening it and glancing over a shoulder, soft words spoken with a surprising calm, despite his torn heart. "I think I'm a little hungry, Duo. Let's go get something to eat."
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"What's the news on Relena and Quatre?" Trowa asked, somehow managing to speak in a level pitch, giving no clue as to his inner sentiments.
Food was spread out before Duo. Mounds of it. All the leftovers from the party, practically. The braided youth was happily munching away, and paused mid-chew to speak. "Um... Well, they've been officially dating for about two months now, I think." Thus finished, or so he assumed, Duo dove back into the cold steak and potatoes.
Trowa crossed his arms, leaning back against the counter to hold his controlled look. He hadn't wanted any food. This was really just a way for him to sit Duo down and get him to explain. "How did it happen?" he asked quietly, not really wanting an answer, but knowing he needed one.
Duo took a swig out of his can of soda, thinking a second. "I guess it all started with the beginning of the Terra Forming Project. It was gonna be one of Relena's biggest career moves, really... You know, gain more trust, help broaden humanity's horizons..." He laughed, shrugging and taking another bite of food. "But you know what happened. Sponsors for the project bailed at the last minute, saying that they thought it was a risky venture. Don't you remember all the news about it?"
A small nod was given by Trowa in response. "Go on," he prompted, eyes downcast.
"So, there Relena was, poor damsel in distress," Duo snorted, picking up the remains of an apple pie and digging into it with a fork. "She sure knew how to work a crowd... All that crying. She turned it into a giant sob story. Gotta hand it to her, though, it was the best move to make in her position. Just didn't think that the new sponsor she'd nab would be ol' Quatre. You know what a sucker he is for people in need."
Duo chomped away, minutes later looking up. He had been waiting, as though expecting a comment from Trowa. Finding none forthcoming, he frowned a bit. "Hey, are you even listening?"
Trowa nodded, the faintest motion of his head.
Duo grinned, continuing. "Of course, you can imagine what the public thought about Quatre privately funding Relena's operation. Rumors were started about the two of them." Duo finished his soda. "You remember that, don't you? C'mon, I -know- you remember all the gossip."
Trowa sighed in frustration; he hadn't taken note of any of the things said about Quatre... He figured it had all been false accusations, started just so the newspapers could sell a printing or two. "..Yeah, sure."
"Not much to tell after that. Sometime during all of this, I guess the two decided that there was some truth to the rumors, and you saw 'um tonight. They haven't really been public about their relationship." Duo sat back in his chair, wiping his hands on a napkin, having finished his late night snack.
The Latin shook his head gently, trying to deny Duo's words. "But.. I thought Relena was in love with Heero."
Duo burst out laughing, quieting soon after. "Well, duh, she was, but that was going nowhere. Heero doesn't love anyone," he added, his words accented with what sounded almost like sadness.
Trowa didn't stop to question it though, too caught up in his own problems. So Relena had moved on with her life, like any normal person should do if they find that they are in love with someone who couldn't return the feelings. She had managed to do what Trowa never could do with Quatre.
"Do the others know?" Trowa asked, closing his eyes against the light in the room, the brightness burning his irritated eyes.
"Heero knows. I think Wufei must, since he's so involved with the Preventers and they make it their business to know everything that happens in Relena's life. -I- found out about a three weeks ago... I guess you were the only one left."
Trowa took a deep breath, somehow finding his voice to ask the last question. "Is it serious?"
Duo rose, hand coming behind his back as he arched forward, stretching out his tired muscles. "There's been talk of engagement, so I've heard. Really, I can't believe you didn't know about the two of them dating. When I found out and asked Quatre what was up, he told me that the rest of you already knew. Guess you're just not as sharp as you used to be in the old days, huh, buddy?" He playfully nudged Trowa in the side.
The tall youth didn't reply as he left the kitchen, fingers digging into his arms as he kept them crossed, not wanting his shaking hands to betray him. He couldn't ever remember feeling so miserable, and knew that he needed to be alone as quickly as possible.
Duo watched Trowa leave, scratching his head. "Prolly just tired, that's all," he told himself, leaving the mess for the servants to clean up in the morning as he retreated to his room.
Once there, he sighed loudly, kicking off his dress shoes and peering at the mirror above the dresser. He was still wearing that annoying/restricting suit.
Duo arched a brow, snickering at his own reflection. "Never did like suits," he muttered for the millionth time that evening, loosening the tie around his neck.
"You should try wearing them more often, they actually make you look mature--" came the monotone voice from behind and to Duo's left. Heero Yuy stepped out and into view.
Duo's grin nearly took in his ears; his happiness was apparent in his voice as well as he turned around to face the other. "Heero! Where were you? Oh, man! I--"
"--That is, until you open your mouth," the Japanese pilot finished.
Barely keeping a pout in check, Duo absently played with the end of his braid. He wasn't sure when Heero had begun to show signs of a sense of humor in the past three years, but he really didn't appreciate it. With his cold, even tone, most of the time Heero's 'jokes' sounded rather sarcastic.
Heero's eyes met with Duo's as he stepped closer, his hands carefully loosening the tie the rest of the way before pulling it up and over Duo's head. "Did you miss me?" he asked, slowly letting the chestnut braid slip thought the loop of the tie.
Duo looked away; he couldn't meet Heero's gaze. It was partially from the fact that their bodies were only five inches apart, and partially from the way Heero spoke to him. Even after so long, and even though the braided pilot knew him best, Duo couldn't tell if Heero was being sincere when he asked, or asking just to see what kind of an answer Duo would give.
"You know I did," Duo finally responded, uncharacteristically quiet and serious.
This last time, when Heero had disappeared again, he'd left on strained terms with Duo. The 02 pilot hadn't even been sure that he'd ever come back. Leave it to Heero to show up in his room out of the blue.
"Hn." A curled index settled under Duo's chin, and Heero gently tugged upward, tilting Duo's head back just a fraction.
The 02 pilot gladly inclined his head, lips parting as he waited for the kiss. He was at the other pilot's mercy, just as it always had been. Duo's arms slowly started to circle Heero's waist, and then there mouths were only centimeters apart...
This was the point when Heero broke free of that embrace, his back to Duo as he instead walked around the room.
Duo's eyes fluttered open; he hadn't even realized he'd closed them. This was what hurt the most though.
They only kissed if Heero was in the mood, they only touched if Heero felt like giving that much to Duo. God forbid Heero ever tell Duo where he'd been the past two weeks since they last seen one another. God forbid Heero ever explain to Duo why their 'relationship' was so fucked up.
Heero always did this; Duo only wondered why he'd thought it might be different now that he'd admitted to the 01 pilot that he was in love with him.
The American faced the mirror once more, studying his own reflection. He hated that he didn't know if Heero was only using him as a toy, or if Heero actually cared about him. He hated that he let Heero have this kind of control over him. He hated that he missed Heero. He hated that he had made the mistake of telling Heero that he loved him, because now Heero seemed to treat him even more distantly. He hated that he was always incredibly happy and incredibly depressed when Heero--
A warm touch drew him from his thoughts; Heero stood behind Duo, one of the Japanese pilot's hands resting on the other's stomach, pulling Duo back against the his chest. "Come to bed."
It wasn't exactly a request, but it wasn't spoken as an order, either.
Duo's eyes flickered to the reflection of the bed in the mirror; Heero had been busy preparing it, the pillows were no longer in the middle, but were on both sides, the covers were drawn back.
His gaze moved to look at Heero's reflection, and any hurt feelings vanished when he saw the tiny, unnoticeable smile (to the untrained eye) that had formed on his lover's lips.
Duo nodded, and Heero easily picked him up, carrying him over to the bed.
Oh yes, he was definitely at the other pilot's mercy, and it was times like these that he lived for.
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"Put that crap out!"
"Why? It'll kill me?" Heero asked, that faint, sarcastic inflection apparent in his otherwise monotone voice.
Duo scowled deeply, trying to show his displeasure as he snatched the cigarette from Heero's fingers, crushing it out in the ashtray on the night-stand. [ 1 ]
Face expressionless, as usual, Heero was semi-propped up in the bed with the few pillows, Duo more then happy to use his lover's lower-chest as a head rest.
Tired from the long night of dining, drinking, and other more private things in the bedroom, Duo let out a quiet sigh, arm snaking around Heero's waist as he closed his eyes, on the verge of drifting off.
"How are the others?" Heero asked, voice cutting off Duo's retreat to the dream world.
Duo managed to lift one heavy lid, violet eye watching as Heero fingered the tip of his braid, his other hand braced against Duo's back, holding him almost protectively (so Duo liked to think) closer. "Eh.. Same old same old..." He chuckled. "Trowa found out about Quatre and Relena tonight."
"Hn?" Heero actually sounded mildly interested.
"Yeah, we talked for awhile. I filled him in and all..." Duo paused, thinking a minute. "Now that I think about it, he seemed kinda shaken up for someone like him. I was gonna ask him about it, but he didn't really wanna talk anymore, and I was ready to go ta bed."
"Shaken up?" the other echoed, the questioning way he spoke indicating that Duo was to elaborate.
Duo shrugged, tugging the covers up around his shoulders before settling against Heero once more. "I dunno. Guess it was just a big shock to him, since he didn't expect it and all. Don't know why he was so bothered by it though."
"Hn."
Duo's brow furrowed when he heard Heero make that noise. The way he made it was the way he often did it when he knew something that someone else didn't. "Whaddya mean, 'Hn'?" Shifting, he turned so that he could look at Heero. Damn the other pilot's unreadable expressions! "If you know something I don't, spill it! Or I'll--"
"You sound like a gossiping old woman," came Heero's astute observation.
Ignoring the insult, Duo puckered out his lower lip pathetically. "Please tell me?"
Never missing a blink, Heero reached over and turned off the solo lamp illuminating the room. "Goodnight."
"Fine. Be that way," Duo sulked, pulling away from Heero and yanking out his pillow from beneath the other youth. Satisfaction was found when he heard a faint grunt of annoyance from his counterpart. Duo scooted over to the opposite side of the bed, hoping to further prove his anger as he distanced himself.
Heero simply laid in a prone position, knowing that Duo would get over it.
He was right, of course. A good minute and a half later, Duo crawled across the bed to where Heero was, cold body snuggling closer for warmth (that's what Duo assured himself, at least).
Obligingly, Heero rolled over, letting Duo lay in his embrace, the smaller American's body a perfect match to his.
" 'Night Heero," Duo mumbled.
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1. Eh.. I don't know how many of you feel about it, but I can easily picture Heero smoking... Soo~o.
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I'm so happy with the response I recieved from the last chapter!! ::evil laughter:: I'm glad most of you were shocked that Relena and Quatre are an item. ^o^ I've done my job, lol.
I didn't mean for this chapter to have so much Duo in it (as he seems to take up a good portion of the story already) but I couldn't help it. I hope you like the way I portrayed Duo and Heero's relationship.
Review, tell me what you think!! ^o^ *CHU*
-Parakiss
(Eyes love you, but now they[eyes] have lost you-)
My eyes love you, namida no naka tojikomette...
(My eyes love you, they close in their tears...)
"Eyes Love You" ~hide~
-Chapter Three-
He very nearly sank to his knees when he saw Quatre holding Relena close, when he saw the sweet way she toyed with Quatre's short hair.
Trowa knew in his heart that it should have been him down there with Quatre, and yet he couldn't ignore the fact of the matter, that it was her, Relena Dorlain, who was embracing the one he had dared to love.
Turning his back on that vision before him, Trowa slowly lowered himself to the ground, sitting against the railing. He felt physically as well as mentally ill- his head was reeling, even though he'd hardly had anything but water to drink.
If he had wanted a reason for not telling Quatre the truth, there it was as plain as daylight.
His chest hurt; it felt as though it were caving in on itself. It hurt more then it had when he'd forced himself to say nothing when Quatre had hugged him earlier that evening...
Trowa bowed his head, trembling hand rising to touch a cheek... He cringed when he saw the tips of those long fingers moist with tears... God.. Had he been crying?
Louder laughter filtered upward; he wished he were deaf.
"Hey, Trowa? Ya in here?"
Trowa's gaze shot up, the back of his hand swiping across his eyes to dry them. He really didn't need to deal with this, not now...
"Trowa? Hey, there you are! I just came to say g'night, buddy." Duo swaggered into the room, his cheerful demeanor only heightened by the drinks he'd had. "What're you doing on the floor...?"
The 03 pilot didn't respond as he stood, quickly stepping into the archway that separated the room and balcony. Luckily, Duo didn't notice anything was wrong... If the braided pilot had all his wits about him, he may have noticed the red rimming his friend's eyes, or the distraught look he wore.
Duo blinked, passing by Trowa to step out onto the balcony himself. "Wow! Look how big the moon is toni-- Whoa!"
Trowa winced, knowing what Duo had seen. "Duo.. Just come back in, leave them be."
Not listening, Duo put two fingers in his mouth, letting out a shrill whistle.
Quatre and Relena looked upward, Quatre blushing (although no one could really see it) and Relena letting out a shocked sort of yelp.
"Wooooooooo! 'Bout time you two started getting closer! I thought I'd be an old man by the time I caught you smoochin'!" Duo shouted, cupping a hand around his mouth to amplify his voice.
Trowa paled; did this mean Duo had -known- that Quatre and Relena were... He couldn't even bring himself to think the word.
Quatre laughed nervously, trying to make light of the situation. "Heh, guess you caught us, Duo."
"He didn't catch a thing! We were -not- kissing, I'll have you know, Duo. And if you spread any sort of rumors about us I swear--"
Trowa could hear Relena's upset voice carrying on from below, and he felt dizzy. Why couldn't it just -end- already?
"Okay, okay... Goodnight, Duo. Go to bed!" Quatre called, laughing easily despite Duo's embarrassing catcalls and other noises.
The 02 pilot chuckled to himself, stepping back inside the room. "Boy, I'll tell ya, those two always--" Duo stopped, finally taking notice of Trowa's odd attitude. His brows came together as he tilted his head, staring questioningly at the taller youth. "What's the matter? You seem kinda--"
Trowa walked to the door, opening it and glancing over a shoulder, soft words spoken with a surprising calm, despite his torn heart. "I think I'm a little hungry, Duo. Let's go get something to eat."
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"What's the news on Relena and Quatre?" Trowa asked, somehow managing to speak in a level pitch, giving no clue as to his inner sentiments.
Food was spread out before Duo. Mounds of it. All the leftovers from the party, practically. The braided youth was happily munching away, and paused mid-chew to speak. "Um... Well, they've been officially dating for about two months now, I think." Thus finished, or so he assumed, Duo dove back into the cold steak and potatoes.
Trowa crossed his arms, leaning back against the counter to hold his controlled look. He hadn't wanted any food. This was really just a way for him to sit Duo down and get him to explain. "How did it happen?" he asked quietly, not really wanting an answer, but knowing he needed one.
Duo took a swig out of his can of soda, thinking a second. "I guess it all started with the beginning of the Terra Forming Project. It was gonna be one of Relena's biggest career moves, really... You know, gain more trust, help broaden humanity's horizons..." He laughed, shrugging and taking another bite of food. "But you know what happened. Sponsors for the project bailed at the last minute, saying that they thought it was a risky venture. Don't you remember all the news about it?"
A small nod was given by Trowa in response. "Go on," he prompted, eyes downcast.
"So, there Relena was, poor damsel in distress," Duo snorted, picking up the remains of an apple pie and digging into it with a fork. "She sure knew how to work a crowd... All that crying. She turned it into a giant sob story. Gotta hand it to her, though, it was the best move to make in her position. Just didn't think that the new sponsor she'd nab would be ol' Quatre. You know what a sucker he is for people in need."
Duo chomped away, minutes later looking up. He had been waiting, as though expecting a comment from Trowa. Finding none forthcoming, he frowned a bit. "Hey, are you even listening?"
Trowa nodded, the faintest motion of his head.
Duo grinned, continuing. "Of course, you can imagine what the public thought about Quatre privately funding Relena's operation. Rumors were started about the two of them." Duo finished his soda. "You remember that, don't you? C'mon, I -know- you remember all the gossip."
Trowa sighed in frustration; he hadn't taken note of any of the things said about Quatre... He figured it had all been false accusations, started just so the newspapers could sell a printing or two. "..Yeah, sure."
"Not much to tell after that. Sometime during all of this, I guess the two decided that there was some truth to the rumors, and you saw 'um tonight. They haven't really been public about their relationship." Duo sat back in his chair, wiping his hands on a napkin, having finished his late night snack.
The Latin shook his head gently, trying to deny Duo's words. "But.. I thought Relena was in love with Heero."
Duo burst out laughing, quieting soon after. "Well, duh, she was, but that was going nowhere. Heero doesn't love anyone," he added, his words accented with what sounded almost like sadness.
Trowa didn't stop to question it though, too caught up in his own problems. So Relena had moved on with her life, like any normal person should do if they find that they are in love with someone who couldn't return the feelings. She had managed to do what Trowa never could do with Quatre.
"Do the others know?" Trowa asked, closing his eyes against the light in the room, the brightness burning his irritated eyes.
"Heero knows. I think Wufei must, since he's so involved with the Preventers and they make it their business to know everything that happens in Relena's life. -I- found out about a three weeks ago... I guess you were the only one left."
Trowa took a deep breath, somehow finding his voice to ask the last question. "Is it serious?"
Duo rose, hand coming behind his back as he arched forward, stretching out his tired muscles. "There's been talk of engagement, so I've heard. Really, I can't believe you didn't know about the two of them dating. When I found out and asked Quatre what was up, he told me that the rest of you already knew. Guess you're just not as sharp as you used to be in the old days, huh, buddy?" He playfully nudged Trowa in the side.
The tall youth didn't reply as he left the kitchen, fingers digging into his arms as he kept them crossed, not wanting his shaking hands to betray him. He couldn't ever remember feeling so miserable, and knew that he needed to be alone as quickly as possible.
Duo watched Trowa leave, scratching his head. "Prolly just tired, that's all," he told himself, leaving the mess for the servants to clean up in the morning as he retreated to his room.
Once there, he sighed loudly, kicking off his dress shoes and peering at the mirror above the dresser. He was still wearing that annoying/restricting suit.
Duo arched a brow, snickering at his own reflection. "Never did like suits," he muttered for the millionth time that evening, loosening the tie around his neck.
"You should try wearing them more often, they actually make you look mature--" came the monotone voice from behind and to Duo's left. Heero Yuy stepped out and into view.
Duo's grin nearly took in his ears; his happiness was apparent in his voice as well as he turned around to face the other. "Heero! Where were you? Oh, man! I--"
"--That is, until you open your mouth," the Japanese pilot finished.
Barely keeping a pout in check, Duo absently played with the end of his braid. He wasn't sure when Heero had begun to show signs of a sense of humor in the past three years, but he really didn't appreciate it. With his cold, even tone, most of the time Heero's 'jokes' sounded rather sarcastic.
Heero's eyes met with Duo's as he stepped closer, his hands carefully loosening the tie the rest of the way before pulling it up and over Duo's head. "Did you miss me?" he asked, slowly letting the chestnut braid slip thought the loop of the tie.
Duo looked away; he couldn't meet Heero's gaze. It was partially from the fact that their bodies were only five inches apart, and partially from the way Heero spoke to him. Even after so long, and even though the braided pilot knew him best, Duo couldn't tell if Heero was being sincere when he asked, or asking just to see what kind of an answer Duo would give.
"You know I did," Duo finally responded, uncharacteristically quiet and serious.
This last time, when Heero had disappeared again, he'd left on strained terms with Duo. The 02 pilot hadn't even been sure that he'd ever come back. Leave it to Heero to show up in his room out of the blue.
"Hn." A curled index settled under Duo's chin, and Heero gently tugged upward, tilting Duo's head back just a fraction.
The 02 pilot gladly inclined his head, lips parting as he waited for the kiss. He was at the other pilot's mercy, just as it always had been. Duo's arms slowly started to circle Heero's waist, and then there mouths were only centimeters apart...
This was the point when Heero broke free of that embrace, his back to Duo as he instead walked around the room.
Duo's eyes fluttered open; he hadn't even realized he'd closed them. This was what hurt the most though.
They only kissed if Heero was in the mood, they only touched if Heero felt like giving that much to Duo. God forbid Heero ever tell Duo where he'd been the past two weeks since they last seen one another. God forbid Heero ever explain to Duo why their 'relationship' was so fucked up.
Heero always did this; Duo only wondered why he'd thought it might be different now that he'd admitted to the 01 pilot that he was in love with him.
The American faced the mirror once more, studying his own reflection. He hated that he didn't know if Heero was only using him as a toy, or if Heero actually cared about him. He hated that he let Heero have this kind of control over him. He hated that he missed Heero. He hated that he had made the mistake of telling Heero that he loved him, because now Heero seemed to treat him even more distantly. He hated that he was always incredibly happy and incredibly depressed when Heero--
A warm touch drew him from his thoughts; Heero stood behind Duo, one of the Japanese pilot's hands resting on the other's stomach, pulling Duo back against the his chest. "Come to bed."
It wasn't exactly a request, but it wasn't spoken as an order, either.
Duo's eyes flickered to the reflection of the bed in the mirror; Heero had been busy preparing it, the pillows were no longer in the middle, but were on both sides, the covers were drawn back.
His gaze moved to look at Heero's reflection, and any hurt feelings vanished when he saw the tiny, unnoticeable smile (to the untrained eye) that had formed on his lover's lips.
Duo nodded, and Heero easily picked him up, carrying him over to the bed.
Oh yes, he was definitely at the other pilot's mercy, and it was times like these that he lived for.
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"Put that crap out!"
"Why? It'll kill me?" Heero asked, that faint, sarcastic inflection apparent in his otherwise monotone voice.
Duo scowled deeply, trying to show his displeasure as he snatched the cigarette from Heero's fingers, crushing it out in the ashtray on the night-stand. [ 1 ]
Face expressionless, as usual, Heero was semi-propped up in the bed with the few pillows, Duo more then happy to use his lover's lower-chest as a head rest.
Tired from the long night of dining, drinking, and other more private things in the bedroom, Duo let out a quiet sigh, arm snaking around Heero's waist as he closed his eyes, on the verge of drifting off.
"How are the others?" Heero asked, voice cutting off Duo's retreat to the dream world.
Duo managed to lift one heavy lid, violet eye watching as Heero fingered the tip of his braid, his other hand braced against Duo's back, holding him almost protectively (so Duo liked to think) closer. "Eh.. Same old same old..." He chuckled. "Trowa found out about Quatre and Relena tonight."
"Hn?" Heero actually sounded mildly interested.
"Yeah, we talked for awhile. I filled him in and all..." Duo paused, thinking a minute. "Now that I think about it, he seemed kinda shaken up for someone like him. I was gonna ask him about it, but he didn't really wanna talk anymore, and I was ready to go ta bed."
"Shaken up?" the other echoed, the questioning way he spoke indicating that Duo was to elaborate.
Duo shrugged, tugging the covers up around his shoulders before settling against Heero once more. "I dunno. Guess it was just a big shock to him, since he didn't expect it and all. Don't know why he was so bothered by it though."
"Hn."
Duo's brow furrowed when he heard Heero make that noise. The way he made it was the way he often did it when he knew something that someone else didn't. "Whaddya mean, 'Hn'?" Shifting, he turned so that he could look at Heero. Damn the other pilot's unreadable expressions! "If you know something I don't, spill it! Or I'll--"
"You sound like a gossiping old woman," came Heero's astute observation.
Ignoring the insult, Duo puckered out his lower lip pathetically. "Please tell me?"
Never missing a blink, Heero reached over and turned off the solo lamp illuminating the room. "Goodnight."
"Fine. Be that way," Duo sulked, pulling away from Heero and yanking out his pillow from beneath the other youth. Satisfaction was found when he heard a faint grunt of annoyance from his counterpart. Duo scooted over to the opposite side of the bed, hoping to further prove his anger as he distanced himself.
Heero simply laid in a prone position, knowing that Duo would get over it.
He was right, of course. A good minute and a half later, Duo crawled across the bed to where Heero was, cold body snuggling closer for warmth (that's what Duo assured himself, at least).
Obligingly, Heero rolled over, letting Duo lay in his embrace, the smaller American's body a perfect match to his.
" 'Night Heero," Duo mumbled.
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1. Eh.. I don't know how many of you feel about it, but I can easily picture Heero smoking... Soo~o.
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I'm so happy with the response I recieved from the last chapter!! ::evil laughter:: I'm glad most of you were shocked that Relena and Quatre are an item. ^o^ I've done my job, lol.
I didn't mean for this chapter to have so much Duo in it (as he seems to take up a good portion of the story already) but I couldn't help it. I hope you like the way I portrayed Duo and Heero's relationship.
Review, tell me what you think!! ^o^ *CHU*
-Parakiss