{Title}: Sweet Enigma

{Author}: Sweet Charisma

{Chapter} 1. Spiffy Fudge and a Heartfelt Talk.

{Disclaimer}: I don't own Gundam Wing If I did Quatre and Trowa would have hooked up a while ago.

{Pairings}: Yaoi; 1X2, 3X4, 2X4 Friendship, I don't know if I'm gunna pair up Wufei. Suggestions are more than welcome I'll be more than happy to take requests. Wufei is also a treasure character to me so feel free.

{Short Summary} : Quatre and Duo ponder the mysteries of relationships. Can they get the men they care about to open up to them?

{Meaning}: 1.) While keeping him in character I'm determined to set a few stories out there that show Quatre isn't as weak as some make him out to be. I love Quatre-torturing stories as much as the next fan and of course I will write some. I just kinda felt him in my mind begging me to give him a break .

2.) 3X4 is deathly cute.

3.) For your enjoyment Feedback is much appreciated. It motivates me to write. I can't continue a story if my readers don't review. Have fun! Try not to flame? Be sensible. I love that. Read and Review!

Quatre Winner, about 19 years of age now, stood in the kitchen of the spacious mansion he owned. His blonde bangs fell to his forehead complementing the short length of his hair and the deep blue of his eyes. He hummed a soft tune he always used to play on his violin as a boy. Quatre stood on his tippy toes, reaching for a bowl in the cupboard above the kitchen. Baking. That's what he'd been doing all night while the others were out at the karaoke hall. Yes, he'd been invited. But once he told them he would much rather stay home and relax instead of singing in a crowded smoky bar they were obliged to let him. He wouldn't have gotten off so easy if he hadn't been working hard all week. And finally! A day off. A smile crept across his angelic face as he pulled out yet another spoon to mix another batch of fudge. For no purpose at all, but he simply enjoyed baking.

He heard the kitchen door open. Not everybody came through. It was only Duo. The older braided boy sat down on the table with a forceful sigh. The last person Quatre expected to see was the most fun-loving of the group. Especially this early. Or had Quatre really been baking for that long?

"Yo, Quat." Duo finally greeted. Quatre didn't have to turn around to know Duo was in an exhausted mood. The blonde looked curiously to his watch. It was only 9:30.

"Hey, Duo." His voice allowed sympathy and comfort. It invited Duo to freely rant. "Why so morose?" Duo shot Quatre a confused look. Quatre sighed. "Let me try this again." He said with a chuckle. "You okay?"

"That's all you had to say." Duo's playfully irritated voice told Quatre. A smirk escaped his lips. He opened his mouth to speak but noticed the "neat mess" on the counter. Nope, nothing was scattered. Everything was still tidy. Even if there were bowls, spoons, and batter-covered mixing utensils all over the place. Quatre rarely ever made a mess and when he did, it wasn't quite that much of a disaster. Duo stood up out of the chair and walked over to the counter. Quatre was about to throw the mixing spoon in the sink when Duo grabbed it. "Don't mind if I do." He said as he started licking the mix off. Quatre rolled his eyes and leaned up against Duo's chest.

"You're something else. You know that?" He shook his head at his best friend. Duo licked his lips clean and leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on Quatre's forehead.

"I try." Duo smiled with pride and Quatre stood back up straight and started on popping the next pan of fudge in the fridge to harden. That was a great thing that had happened after the war. All five pilots moved into the mansion and Duo and Quatre somehow managed to become really close. They could tell each other anything and hell, they didn't even have to talk. Somehow the other knew when the other was feeling down and had a slight hint of why. Right now, Quatre was detecting something happened with Heero. Or rather, hadn't happened. The cheery Duo had been trying to snag the stoic pilot countless times. No luck.

"So, yeah." Duo began to break the comfortable silence. "Not even a glance tonight, Quatre. I left. I couldn't take it."

Quatre slowly turned to face Duo after closing the fridge. His apprehensive blue eyes studied the violet in Duo's. "Are you sure? I mean…you guys still would have been there for a good two or three hours." Quatre insisted.

Duo shook his head. "No way. Why should today change anything?" Duo sighed and tossed the spoon into the sink. "Maybe he's just not interested. I don't understand why he's so afraid. He gave me signs before and now all of a sudden they're gone." It was true. Heero'd done little things. Like defend Duo against Wufei. He'd sometimes use a gentle tone with Duo. But for the past week that had stopped. It was a mystery why. The shorter boy reached out and put a consoling hand on Duo's shoulder.

"Be patient." Quatre's voice grew dangerous and he winked. "Soon he'll realize just what he's missing."

Duo laughed. "Hah. You're right. How could he not? I mean…" He gestured to himself. He wore a black muscle shirt and dark denim jeans. "I'm a hot piece." Quatre leaned in and planted a light kiss on Duo's cheek.

"That you are." He said with a smile and a pat to the taller boy's muscular chest. He continued to the counter where he pushed a bunch of the bowls into the sink. He'd do the dishes later. He'd let go of his servants, feeling it unfair to them. Of five pilots whom didn't need to work to earn money they felt no need to be waited on hand and foot. Eventually they all gave in to Quatre's offerings. "It's been a hard war! You guys deserve it! At least consider…You don't even have to stay forever." He'd insisted.

Quatre took out a ready pan of fudge from the fridge. Duo walked over to the table and took a seat. Quatre kicked the refrigerator door closed and turned to Duo. "Would you like to talk? We've got fresh treats to last us forever." Quatre tempted with a wave of the pan.

"But, of course! Have you ever known me to turn down your baking?" Duo laughed. His expression grew exhausted, yet still light-hearted. Quatre's presence always made him loosen up even more than he usually was. "Ah…though…can we not talk about Heero? It's a little bit frustrating." Duo rested his elbow on the table and his cheek in his palm. His eyes slipped shut.

Quatre nodded. "Anything, Duo." Quatre walked over to the table and sat down in a chair near his best friend with poise. He set the pan of fudge in the middle and took a knife from the set on the table. He grabbed a napkin and cut Duo a piece.

Duo slowly sat up and inwardly thanked Quatre. For the fudge and for his help. He took his in his fingers and broke off a piece, bringing it to his mouth. His eyes widened as it nearly melted on his tongue. He threw a near-distressed look to Quatre. "It's so…so…so…perfectly sweet!"

Quatre chuckled, flattered. "Thanks Duo."

Quatre cut a piece for himself and the two ate in silence for a couple of moments. "…You guys at least have fun at the bar?" Quatre finally asked.

Duo nodded, his face grew somber. "Oh yeah…they had fun."

"They? As in not you?"

Duo said nothing. Clearly indicating that as a yes Quatre reached across the corner of the kitchen table to place his hand over Duo's. "Hey…none of that."

Duo chuckled hollowly and looked up at Quatre. "Who is it that you have your eye on, Quat?"

Quatre jerked his hand back suddenly. "Wh-what?"

"You heard me."

Quatre fell silent for a few moments. He hadn't thought about Trowa since they'd left. Why did Duo have to awaken thoughts of the boy? All Quatre wanted to do was let things run their course. Their relationship was going so well so far and they were so close to being official. That's why he didn't want to talk about it. He wouldn't be able to stop talking about it, being the open person he was.

"Come on Quatre. You've told me everything about you. Except that." Duo seemed to hesitate looking into Quatre's eyes for a minute. "It's not Heero is it? That's not why he's acting so-"

"Bite your tongue Duo! I would never do that to you!" Quatre's slighted voice snapped. Duo's expression loosened.

"Sorry, Quat. Paranoia."

Quatre sighed and let his muscles relax. "It's okay Duo, I understand really. But the Gods! Why would you think I would keep something like that from you?" They'd always talked about Duo's liking for Heero together from the get go. Why would he suddenly feel this way.

"I don't know…" Duo rested his forehead in his palms. He shook slightly and Quatre's eyes would have softened more at that sight if it had been possible for them to be any more compassionate. "It's…frustrating. Why isn't he giving in to his emotions?"

"Duo, people like Heero take time. Trust me." Quatre smiled. "If Heero was an onion, you'd clearly see the first layer, at least, has been peeled." Duo looked up, a smile on his face. "Thanks to you."

"Sometimes…the pain is just too much though."

Quatre sighed, a tiny breath escaping his lips. He wished he could just somehow push into Heero's mind and speed up the process of opening him up to the world. "Remember what I always told you during the war, Duo?"

"You told me a number things." Duo answered in a cynical tone. Nothing Quatre wasn't used to, though. Otherwise he would have taken offense.

Quatre glared slightly. "You know what I mean." Duo just seriously gave him a blank look. Reluctantly, Quatre gave in and just repeated the Latin phrase. "Quae tibi nocere possunt, etiam te adiuvare possunt." It seemed to ring a bell inside Duo's head. Quatre knew enough Latin to speak it fluently when coming into contact with somebody whom only spoke that. Being a Winner businessman, he simply had to know a variety of languages.

"Oh yeah! What can hurt you can also help you?"

Quatre nodded. "Precisely."

Suddenly, Duo knew what Quatre was getting at. Patience. How could he be so blinded? "Quatre…I don't know if it was your Heero-Onion analogy, but whatever it was sure helped a lot." Duo smiled and planted a kiss lightly on Quatre's lips. "Thank you."

Quatre's eyes nearly brimmed with tears of joy. Duo would be okay tonight. "I'm just glad you're feeling better."

Quatre knew all this from experience with Trowa. Slowly, day by day, Trowa opened up more and more to him. There they created a bond nobody could possibly break. One Quatre felt so obviously from Trowa.

Eventually Quatre wanted more. He wasn't sure Trowa felt the same way, but pretty damned sure. He would just have to let things run their course. A smile crept across his lips. He wondered how Trowa was holding out at the Karaoke bar.

With a wink, Duo picked up the knife and cut himself another piece of fudge. Quatre laughed and rested his cheek in his palm.

"Quatre…" He began, getting the blondes attention completely. "Some things confuse the hell out of us, but you and I will never let each other hanging."

Quatre nodded. "Amen."

"And another thing that will never be confusing." Duo looked up to Quatre, picking a piece of fudge off his second slab. "This fudge…is spiffy."
TBC very soon.