Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

A/N: First off, I'd like to thank HeavenGoddess and lolly sister for reviewing. (Hugs both) I really hope that I can get more clues into this fic so that you can figure more out.

Anyway... onto the next chapter!

When the alarm went off in the bedroom, Heero stretched, yawned, and then started to gently prod Duo to wake him up. Unfortunately, all this got him was to be pulled in to Duo's well-defined chest. Not that he didn't mind, but Duo needed to go to the office if both wanted to eat.

Ever since Heero had tried to set a broken leg a while back, it hadn't healed quite right, so he was told to stay home until it he could go out on his own. That was not going to happen for another four weeks, according to Duo.

Heero couldn't help thinking that he was being overprotective.

He was one to criticize, considering how much he allowed other people touch Duo.

As the alarm went off for the second time, Duo grumbled into his pillow and reluctantly shut it off completely, stumbling out of bed towards the bathroom.

That was one thing that Heero couldn't understand completely. Yes, he bathed regularly, but could not understand why Duo did it on a daily basis.

Duo's morning ministrations complete, the two of them headed towards the kitchen for breakfast. Unfortunately, this was more hurried so that Duo could get to work on time.

"Sorry, bud. I know I hate to leave you, but... I will see you later."

Again, they parted, exchanging kisses.

But that day, what Heero did not know is that he would be waiting for Duo for a very long time.

It was nine o'clock by the time Duo came home. Duo was met by glaring Prussian eyes that could see that his clothes were rumpled, and his breath heavy with alcohol. Yet it was the state of Duo's pants as well that bothered Heero the most. Barely visible to the casual eye, was a dark stain on his thigh, close to his crotch.

"Heero... I can explain."

He just turned away, deciding that he would have to be content with sleeping on the couch.

"Heero..."

Silence and Heero's backside were the only thing that met Duo after that.

"Oh come on... you can't just pass judgment on me like that! You haven't even met him!"

HIM? Heero rolled over, one cold Prussian eye looking at Duo.

"H-his name is Trowa, and... and he really is nice! He has two friends of his own that you'd like as well! I haven't met them yet, but the way he talks of them, I'm sure all of you would get along! Their names are Quatre and Wufei."

Duo resigned himself to a cold bed, seeing as how Heero merely rolled over again, his head tucked into the corner.

A/N: Okay, I wasn't really trying for angst in this, but then again... with these types, a little does creep in.