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Authors note: Still hanging on? Well . . . this is a bit better!
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Upside down. Inside out.
By Bubblegum Thai.
Chapter three; Sweet nothings.
"Duo . . ." Heero panted as they parted . . .
Duo's eyes snapped open, meeting the equally startled blue orbs of Heero Yuy. Hands paused against smooth, smouldering skin, breathing ragged,
"H . . . Hee . . . Heero . . ." Duo stammered, sweat beading on his forehead, "We can't do this . . ."
"Yes, I know."
Duo sat up, rolling off of his former Koibito, letting out a heavy sigh as he knelt beside Heero, who propped himself up on his elbows. The pair stared at one another in silence for several minutes before Duo began,
"We've been down that road way too many times . . . we'd be fools to do it again." He sighed,
"Hn." Heero agreed,
"I mean . . . every time, we tell ourselves that this time'll be different . . . this time we'll try our hardest and make it about something more than sex . . . but it never is! I just can't afford that emotional roller coaster ride right about now! He paused, taking in a breath, "Besides, there's someone else . . . and . . . I don't want to jeopardise anything that might happen between them and I."
"Trowa?" Heero asked, a smirk teasing at his lips,
"Uh . . . how did you guess?"
"I've seen the way you look at him."
"Very observant, Mr Yuy . . . but do you know ALL that goes on around here?"
"I only know that because I sit next to him at meals and you're always gawking at him. I'm only ever looking in YOUR direction because you sit below the clock,
"Are you sure that it's not because I'm sitting next to Wufei?"
"Positive." Heero replied flatly,
"Awwww . . . doesn't he get your pulse racing? That long, luscious black hair . . . so silky smooth beneath your fingertips, it tickles at the back of his neck when he tilts his head in all those 'yummy' directions to give you that drool-worthy view of his delectable neck!"
"Y'know . . . Wufei would kill you if he found out you were saying that about him."
"Heh, I know . . ." Duo smirked, "He's already after me for embarrassing him in front of Sally."
"I won't ask." Heero tsked, sliding off of Duo's bed, "Goodnight Duo."
"Night Heero."
- - -
The next morning, Duo staggered into the kitchen, wearing only a pair of boxers. He slumped into his usual seat and looked up,
"Where are Quatre and Wufei?" He asked looking from Trowa who stood over the stove to Heero, who rummaged in the fridge,
"They're not up yet." Trowa replied,
"That's weird . . . I'm ALWAYS the last outta bed."
"Because you're lazy." Heero stated,
"Yeah . . . what of it?" Duo snapped,
"Ok . . . calm down . . . here . . ." Heero sighed, placing a glass of grapefruit juice in front of the braided man with the mentality of a child,
"Thank you Hee-chan!" Duo cooed mockingly, "Do you think someone should check on Quatre?"
"Hmmmm, he might be sick." Heero said, going slightly pale,
"I already checked." Trowa said, "He said that he was feeling a little poorly and that he would see us all later." Trowa shrugged,
"That's not like Quatre."
"You're right Duo, it isn't." Heero sighed, standing up, "I'm going to talk to him."
"Ok!" Duo said brightly, glancing at Trowa who was still hovering over the stove with his back to him, "What about Wuffles?"
"I don't think he came home last night. Probably went back to Sally's." Trowa remarked coolly,
"Hahahahaha!" Duo laughed but stopped shortly as Trowa and Heero glared at him, "What?!"
"Duo . . ." Heero began, "I don't think you're in a position to find it funny . . . after all . . . you're single . . ." He said before leaving.
Duo stuck his tongue out at Heero's back as after a couple of seconds, Heero's voice floated from the stairs,
"Put that thing back in your mouth."
"Uh . . . how does he do that?!" Duo asked Trowa who sat opposite him now,
"Who knows . . .?"
"So . . . uh . . . how are you . . .?"
"Fine."
"Well . . . do you know what's wrong with Quatre?"
"He wasn't feeling too good."
"That's very sudden."
"Hmph." Trowa chuckled bitterly,
"What, Trowa?"
"Could it have something to do with your and Heero last night, possibly?"
"Uh . . . excuse me?"
"Oh, come on, Duo!" Trowa muttered, "You know how Quatre feels about Heero and then you make your move on him! Quatre saw your door open and went to say goodnight . . . and there you were, on top of the man he's fallen for, kissing!" Trowa clenched his teeth as he looked away, emotional pain in his eyes, "Duo . . . Quatre's heart broken . . . tell me something . . . are you and Heero back together?"
"No . . ." Duo replied sullenly, "It was just . . . a hormonal thing! It didn't go any further than kissing! Honest! I . . . we . . . both decided that being together wasn't a wise option . . . it would be that god awful repetition of pain, alcoholism and violence. We would end up not speaking for 2 years again."
"Well . . . Quatre's heart broken, Duo."
"Yeah . . . so you mentioned . . . but, wait a minute, how do you know all of this?"
"Heh." Trowa smirked wickedly, eyes narrowing, "Duo . . . you really are wrapped up in yourself, aren't you?"
"What do you mean?!" Duo demanded, standing up defensively as Trowa folded his arms across his chest,
"Last night when Heero went back to his room Quatre was crying. You're room is NEXT TO HIS so either you're a heavy sleeper . . . which is true, however, I don't think you could've fallen asleep in 30 seconds along with removing all your clothes . . . that is, unless you removed them all for the purpose of coming down for breakfast. My room is the furthest away and I could hear him."
"Oh . . ." Duo bit his lower lip. Trowa turned enraged olive eyes upon the Shinigami,
"Heero has an excuse, he, god bless his soul, is completely oblivious, however . . . you KNOW how Quatre feels and you KNOW how fragile Quatre can be when it comes to matters of the heart, and yet you STILL do this to him!" Trowa stood slowly, moving to the back door, "You're lucky . . . if you explain yourself; Quatre will probably forgive you . . . however . . . if it were my heart that you broke . . . nothing you could offer me would be worth the time to hear . . ."
Trowa left leaving Duo sniffling slightly,
"Ouch . . . note to self . . . don't piss off Trowa." He sighed, trudging back up stairs towards Quatre's room. Heero stood outside, hands in his pockets, "Heero?"
Heero looked up at Duo,
"Yes?"
"Why're you standing outside?"
"He's asleep."
"Oh . . . well . . . would you mind if I talked to him first? It's really important . . ."
"What's it about?"
"Uh . . ." Duo searched around frantically, peering into his room for an idea. Spotting the photo from the previous night, he thought of something, "You're birthday! Yeah . . . that's it! Your birthday!"
"Duo . . . my birthday was last month . . ."
"Uhm . . . Yes, I realise that but next year your 22 and that's a VERY important age, y'know!"
"I thought that was 21 . . ."
"No . . . oh no! You've got it ALL wrong there my friend! It's 22 that's important and Quatre and I . . . well . . . we need to 'discuss'," He emphasized the last word slyly as he drummed his fingers together, grinning manically,
"Ok! Alright! Just stop smiling like that! It's giving off a homicidal vibe . . ." Heero huffed, turning and retreating back downstairs, "Is Trowa still downstairs?"
"No . . . he left . . . I think he went for a jog."
"He's already been jogging . . ."
"Then . . . he's going to run away with the circus! I don't blood-well know!"
"With Trowa, actually, that wouldn't come as a surprise . . ."
"Man . . . will you people stop being so gad damned serious!"
Heero didn't reply, he only went in search for Trowa. Duo turned to look at the door as he heard movement within. He knocked once in the annoying manor that Trowa always did in an attempt to confuse the small blonde,
"Come on in, Trowa."
"Yes!" Duo inwardly celebrated, "It worked!"
He jumped in,
"Hiya Quatre!" He exclaimed,
"Oh . . . Duo . . . what a . . . nice . . . surprise . . ." Quatre muttered, teeth clenched in a false smile,
"Quat . . . I am SO sorry! I need to explain something to you! Please . . . you've just gotta hear me out! You're my buddy and I don't wanna hurt you . . . ever . . ."
Duo took in a huge breath as Quatre settled in a dark purple bean bag that sat in the corner, rubbing his temples in preparation for Duo's speech.
- - -
When Trowa returned to the safe house, Heero sat beside Wufei on the floor, leaning against the wall by the fire place while Quatre and Duo wrestled on the rug in front of the fire place,
"Uh . . ." Trowa began, pointing at the pair, "I didn't know that Quatre had it in him to wage a full on physical attack on Duo when he got mad."
"Mad?" Wufei snorted, "What are you on, Barton? Winner's not mad at anyone . . . he and Duo have been drinking together again and Yuy and I find it amusing to watch the out come."
"So you're letting Quatre pull Duo's hair, why . . .?"
"Payback." Wufei replied simply with a small shrug of his shoulder,
"Heero?"
"No reason . . ." Heero sighed, shaking his head idly,
"I see . . ."
Duo rolled onto his back, giggling,
"Look! It's CLOWN BOY!" He squealed, rolling over further and latching onto Trowa's slender leg, "Hey Tro-chan!" He cooed, "I missed you! Where you been all day?"
A horn beeped outside and Wufei jumped up,
"That's my cue to exit . . ." He cried as he raced out of the front door.
Trowa watched him go before looking down at Duo who was nuzzling his shin,
"Uhm . . . Duo . . . please stop . . ." Trowa mumbled, turning deep crimson,
"TROWA'S GONE RED!" Quatre cried, pointing at the tall man's face.
Heero chuckled and Trowa shot him an evil look,
"Heero . . . could you help Quatre . . . I think Duo's asleep."
"What makes you say that?"
"He's drooling on my jeans . . ."
"Oh . . . don't worry . . . he does that when he's awake . . ." Heero said casually, dismissing it.
Carefully, Heero helped Quatre to his feet, escorting him to the kitchen to calm down, which probably wasn't the smartest of ideas considering the sharp implements that were stored there. Trowa carefully lifted the surprisingly light Duo up into his arms and headed upstairs. Half way up, Duo turned and buried his face into Trowa's black t-shirt, nuzzling and sniffing slightly,
"You smell good . . . Trowa . . ." He murmured,
"Hmmmm . . . Duo . . . you're drunk . . ."
"I know . . . but . . . I'm sure you smell good when you're not . . ."
"Uh . . . yeah . . ."
By the time they reached Duo's bed, he was asleep again. Trowa laid him carefully on the bed, pulling the duvet up and over his figure that curled against the cool material. Looking around, her leant forwards slowly, placing a gentle kiss on Duo's forehead,
"Sleep well . . ." He whispered, running the back of his hand over his cheek before leaving silently.
~ ~ ~ To be continued . . .
Well . . . this is Chapter 3 and the end is very AWWWWWWWWW worthy! ::hugs Duo and Trowa tightly:: I love you guys!
Authors note: Still hanging on? Well . . . this is a bit better!
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Upside down. Inside out.
By Bubblegum Thai.
Chapter three; Sweet nothings.
"Duo . . ." Heero panted as they parted . . .
Duo's eyes snapped open, meeting the equally startled blue orbs of Heero Yuy. Hands paused against smooth, smouldering skin, breathing ragged,
"H . . . Hee . . . Heero . . ." Duo stammered, sweat beading on his forehead, "We can't do this . . ."
"Yes, I know."
Duo sat up, rolling off of his former Koibito, letting out a heavy sigh as he knelt beside Heero, who propped himself up on his elbows. The pair stared at one another in silence for several minutes before Duo began,
"We've been down that road way too many times . . . we'd be fools to do it again." He sighed,
"Hn." Heero agreed,
"I mean . . . every time, we tell ourselves that this time'll be different . . . this time we'll try our hardest and make it about something more than sex . . . but it never is! I just can't afford that emotional roller coaster ride right about now! He paused, taking in a breath, "Besides, there's someone else . . . and . . . I don't want to jeopardise anything that might happen between them and I."
"Trowa?" Heero asked, a smirk teasing at his lips,
"Uh . . . how did you guess?"
"I've seen the way you look at him."
"Very observant, Mr Yuy . . . but do you know ALL that goes on around here?"
"I only know that because I sit next to him at meals and you're always gawking at him. I'm only ever looking in YOUR direction because you sit below the clock,
"Are you sure that it's not because I'm sitting next to Wufei?"
"Positive." Heero replied flatly,
"Awwww . . . doesn't he get your pulse racing? That long, luscious black hair . . . so silky smooth beneath your fingertips, it tickles at the back of his neck when he tilts his head in all those 'yummy' directions to give you that drool-worthy view of his delectable neck!"
"Y'know . . . Wufei would kill you if he found out you were saying that about him."
"Heh, I know . . ." Duo smirked, "He's already after me for embarrassing him in front of Sally."
"I won't ask." Heero tsked, sliding off of Duo's bed, "Goodnight Duo."
"Night Heero."
- - -
The next morning, Duo staggered into the kitchen, wearing only a pair of boxers. He slumped into his usual seat and looked up,
"Where are Quatre and Wufei?" He asked looking from Trowa who stood over the stove to Heero, who rummaged in the fridge,
"They're not up yet." Trowa replied,
"That's weird . . . I'm ALWAYS the last outta bed."
"Because you're lazy." Heero stated,
"Yeah . . . what of it?" Duo snapped,
"Ok . . . calm down . . . here . . ." Heero sighed, placing a glass of grapefruit juice in front of the braided man with the mentality of a child,
"Thank you Hee-chan!" Duo cooed mockingly, "Do you think someone should check on Quatre?"
"Hmmmm, he might be sick." Heero said, going slightly pale,
"I already checked." Trowa said, "He said that he was feeling a little poorly and that he would see us all later." Trowa shrugged,
"That's not like Quatre."
"You're right Duo, it isn't." Heero sighed, standing up, "I'm going to talk to him."
"Ok!" Duo said brightly, glancing at Trowa who was still hovering over the stove with his back to him, "What about Wuffles?"
"I don't think he came home last night. Probably went back to Sally's." Trowa remarked coolly,
"Hahahahaha!" Duo laughed but stopped shortly as Trowa and Heero glared at him, "What?!"
"Duo . . ." Heero began, "I don't think you're in a position to find it funny . . . after all . . . you're single . . ." He said before leaving.
Duo stuck his tongue out at Heero's back as after a couple of seconds, Heero's voice floated from the stairs,
"Put that thing back in your mouth."
"Uh . . . how does he do that?!" Duo asked Trowa who sat opposite him now,
"Who knows . . .?"
"So . . . uh . . . how are you . . .?"
"Fine."
"Well . . . do you know what's wrong with Quatre?"
"He wasn't feeling too good."
"That's very sudden."
"Hmph." Trowa chuckled bitterly,
"What, Trowa?"
"Could it have something to do with your and Heero last night, possibly?"
"Uh . . . excuse me?"
"Oh, come on, Duo!" Trowa muttered, "You know how Quatre feels about Heero and then you make your move on him! Quatre saw your door open and went to say goodnight . . . and there you were, on top of the man he's fallen for, kissing!" Trowa clenched his teeth as he looked away, emotional pain in his eyes, "Duo . . . Quatre's heart broken . . . tell me something . . . are you and Heero back together?"
"No . . ." Duo replied sullenly, "It was just . . . a hormonal thing! It didn't go any further than kissing! Honest! I . . . we . . . both decided that being together wasn't a wise option . . . it would be that god awful repetition of pain, alcoholism and violence. We would end up not speaking for 2 years again."
"Well . . . Quatre's heart broken, Duo."
"Yeah . . . so you mentioned . . . but, wait a minute, how do you know all of this?"
"Heh." Trowa smirked wickedly, eyes narrowing, "Duo . . . you really are wrapped up in yourself, aren't you?"
"What do you mean?!" Duo demanded, standing up defensively as Trowa folded his arms across his chest,
"Last night when Heero went back to his room Quatre was crying. You're room is NEXT TO HIS so either you're a heavy sleeper . . . which is true, however, I don't think you could've fallen asleep in 30 seconds along with removing all your clothes . . . that is, unless you removed them all for the purpose of coming down for breakfast. My room is the furthest away and I could hear him."
"Oh . . ." Duo bit his lower lip. Trowa turned enraged olive eyes upon the Shinigami,
"Heero has an excuse, he, god bless his soul, is completely oblivious, however . . . you KNOW how Quatre feels and you KNOW how fragile Quatre can be when it comes to matters of the heart, and yet you STILL do this to him!" Trowa stood slowly, moving to the back door, "You're lucky . . . if you explain yourself; Quatre will probably forgive you . . . however . . . if it were my heart that you broke . . . nothing you could offer me would be worth the time to hear . . ."
Trowa left leaving Duo sniffling slightly,
"Ouch . . . note to self . . . don't piss off Trowa." He sighed, trudging back up stairs towards Quatre's room. Heero stood outside, hands in his pockets, "Heero?"
Heero looked up at Duo,
"Yes?"
"Why're you standing outside?"
"He's asleep."
"Oh . . . well . . . would you mind if I talked to him first? It's really important . . ."
"What's it about?"
"Uh . . ." Duo searched around frantically, peering into his room for an idea. Spotting the photo from the previous night, he thought of something, "You're birthday! Yeah . . . that's it! Your birthday!"
"Duo . . . my birthday was last month . . ."
"Uhm . . . Yes, I realise that but next year your 22 and that's a VERY important age, y'know!"
"I thought that was 21 . . ."
"No . . . oh no! You've got it ALL wrong there my friend! It's 22 that's important and Quatre and I . . . well . . . we need to 'discuss'," He emphasized the last word slyly as he drummed his fingers together, grinning manically,
"Ok! Alright! Just stop smiling like that! It's giving off a homicidal vibe . . ." Heero huffed, turning and retreating back downstairs, "Is Trowa still downstairs?"
"No . . . he left . . . I think he went for a jog."
"He's already been jogging . . ."
"Then . . . he's going to run away with the circus! I don't blood-well know!"
"With Trowa, actually, that wouldn't come as a surprise . . ."
"Man . . . will you people stop being so gad damned serious!"
Heero didn't reply, he only went in search for Trowa. Duo turned to look at the door as he heard movement within. He knocked once in the annoying manor that Trowa always did in an attempt to confuse the small blonde,
"Come on in, Trowa."
"Yes!" Duo inwardly celebrated, "It worked!"
He jumped in,
"Hiya Quatre!" He exclaimed,
"Oh . . . Duo . . . what a . . . nice . . . surprise . . ." Quatre muttered, teeth clenched in a false smile,
"Quat . . . I am SO sorry! I need to explain something to you! Please . . . you've just gotta hear me out! You're my buddy and I don't wanna hurt you . . . ever . . ."
Duo took in a huge breath as Quatre settled in a dark purple bean bag that sat in the corner, rubbing his temples in preparation for Duo's speech.
- - -
When Trowa returned to the safe house, Heero sat beside Wufei on the floor, leaning against the wall by the fire place while Quatre and Duo wrestled on the rug in front of the fire place,
"Uh . . ." Trowa began, pointing at the pair, "I didn't know that Quatre had it in him to wage a full on physical attack on Duo when he got mad."
"Mad?" Wufei snorted, "What are you on, Barton? Winner's not mad at anyone . . . he and Duo have been drinking together again and Yuy and I find it amusing to watch the out come."
"So you're letting Quatre pull Duo's hair, why . . .?"
"Payback." Wufei replied simply with a small shrug of his shoulder,
"Heero?"
"No reason . . ." Heero sighed, shaking his head idly,
"I see . . ."
Duo rolled onto his back, giggling,
"Look! It's CLOWN BOY!" He squealed, rolling over further and latching onto Trowa's slender leg, "Hey Tro-chan!" He cooed, "I missed you! Where you been all day?"
A horn beeped outside and Wufei jumped up,
"That's my cue to exit . . ." He cried as he raced out of the front door.
Trowa watched him go before looking down at Duo who was nuzzling his shin,
"Uhm . . . Duo . . . please stop . . ." Trowa mumbled, turning deep crimson,
"TROWA'S GONE RED!" Quatre cried, pointing at the tall man's face.
Heero chuckled and Trowa shot him an evil look,
"Heero . . . could you help Quatre . . . I think Duo's asleep."
"What makes you say that?"
"He's drooling on my jeans . . ."
"Oh . . . don't worry . . . he does that when he's awake . . ." Heero said casually, dismissing it.
Carefully, Heero helped Quatre to his feet, escorting him to the kitchen to calm down, which probably wasn't the smartest of ideas considering the sharp implements that were stored there. Trowa carefully lifted the surprisingly light Duo up into his arms and headed upstairs. Half way up, Duo turned and buried his face into Trowa's black t-shirt, nuzzling and sniffing slightly,
"You smell good . . . Trowa . . ." He murmured,
"Hmmmm . . . Duo . . . you're drunk . . ."
"I know . . . but . . . I'm sure you smell good when you're not . . ."
"Uh . . . yeah . . ."
By the time they reached Duo's bed, he was asleep again. Trowa laid him carefully on the bed, pulling the duvet up and over his figure that curled against the cool material. Looking around, her leant forwards slowly, placing a gentle kiss on Duo's forehead,
"Sleep well . . ." He whispered, running the back of his hand over his cheek before leaving silently.
~ ~ ~ To be continued . . .
Well . . . this is Chapter 3 and the end is very AWWWWWWWWW worthy! ::hugs Duo and Trowa tightly:: I love you guys!