He entered his room and put on his trench coat. A good ride on his bike would calm him. He hasn't gone for a ride for almost a month already.
He passed Duo and Hilde who were snuggled together on a couch, "I'm going out for a ride."
Going down to the loading dock he walked over to the small shed that held his pride and joy. Angelina, his beloved motorcycle. He opened the door and studied it.
It was twice the length of normal motorcycles, the front wheel was slightly larger then the back wheel. All black and silver, it was a bikers dream. Going up to three hundred miles/hour it was also very dangerous, just the way he liked it.
He slipped his completely black helmet over his head and tugged on his gloves. He even switched his lace up combats for a pair of black, silver buckled boots. At the speed he wanted to go he didn't think he should wear laces lest it came loose and tangled in his wheels.
He revved his bike and hit the button to open the doors. He revved his bike once more and shot off into the quiet darkness of Juno's slums.
Quatre looked back once at the sleeping girl before slipping out of Relena's room. She had cried herself to sleep again that night. Just like most of the nights at the mansion.
He walked down the many hallways down to the control room. He entered and locked the door behind him.
Trowa turned to see who entered and smiled at Quatre "Hey."
Quatre smiled back and sat in the other chair. Looking at the many video screens he found the one that was posted in front of Relena's door.
"Anything new happen lately?" Quatre asked making Trowa and himself some coffee.
"Heero left on his motorcycle a few minutes ago."
Quatre nodded and handed Trowa a mug.
"Thanks Quatre."
Trowa looked at the screens "Duo and Hilde are making out in that corner there, see it?" Quatre leaned past Trowa and saw a bit of movement.
"There?" he asked and pointed.
Trowa nodded looking into Quatre's aquamarine eyes "Yes…"
Quatre gulped, their faces were only inches apart.
Trowa could smell Quatre's cologne, it was musky and slightly sweet. He leaned forward and touched his warm lips to the other boy's frozen ones.
Quatre closed his eyes when he saw Trowa come closer. Their lips barely touched. He shuddered when he felt Trowa's hands glance his "Trowa…"
Trowa placed a finger on his mouth "Shhh…."
Quatre flicked Trowa's finger with his tongue but said nothing as Trowa drew him onto his lap. He groaned when he felt a tongue slid over his lower lip, Quatre parted his mouth and Trowa took this as an open invitation. Trowa slipped his tongue into his mouth eliciting a groan from the blond.
"Trowa" Quatre moaned.
Trowa nuzzled his neck and nipped at the soft skin "I'm here…"
Quatre pushed away, his eyes still glazed over with lust "We… we have to stop."
Trowa frowned but nodded and wrapped his arms around the other boy. They sat there hugging for a few minutes not noticing a certain curly haired red head slip out of her room.
Relena snuck out of her room when she saw it was empty. She wanted to find Heero. For some unknown reason she felt a need to see him, to speak to him.
To hold him even though she knew she probably wouldn't even be able to get close enough to do such a thing.
Passing the lounge she peered in "Heero?"
A muffled sound and Duo looked around a corner, his hair for once was down "He's not here. He went out for a ride."
Relena cocked her head to one side and saw a shock of partially blue hair. Grinning she left the room.
The loading dock was full of automobiles. She learned from Hilde that all the boys loved fixing and making things like car and bikes.
'Heero owns a bike, that's what he was betting on in the poker game' Relena remembered. Pulling back the cover of something in the shape of a bike "So I'll ride a bike too." She grabbed one of the helmets off a rack on the wall and stuffed her hair inside.
She was still wearing her blouse and pants so all she borrowed was a jacket. Her shoes were fine too, she heard from Duo not to wear laced shoes on a bike.
Funny how all the little bits that are thought of as useless turn out to be important?
It took her a while to find the dock door switch but when she found it she gave a silent cheer and hurried back to her bike.
She learned from her father how to ride, her father too loved mechanics, just like her grandfather and his father and so on and so forth.
She revved the bike and shot out into the night hoping to find a chocolate haired boy with cerulean eyes. The boy that she, for some unknown reason, was irrevocably drawn to, so much so that she didn't even stop to think of the looming danger of Trieze. Just thought that if she was with Heero, nothing could go wrong.
Heero looked around the smoky bar and took a swing of the beer in his hands. In the corner, a blond woman about thirty or so in a pink dress gave him a seductive wink. He looked away and let his mind drift to the innocent once-blond girl back on Merion. "Fast asleep in Quatre's arms probably" he mumbled darkly a split second before the lips of the cold bottle in his hands met his.
He finished the drink and waved the bartender over "Can I get something a lot stronger?"
The graying man nodded and pulled out a tequila bottle "Here, want a shot- never mind"
Heero took a swing right from the bottle. "No."
Relena looked around but it was so late that the only place that was open was a sleazy bar. She looked over and spotted a rather amazing motorcycle, she slowed and tried to see through the windows but they were all glazed over.
She parked the bike and turned on the alarm. With the helmet under her arm she entered the bar and spotted Heero right away among all the older, hairier and much drunker men in the bar. He didn't see her but she didn't mind. He seemed absorbed in the tequila bottle in his hand.
Relena walked over and leaned against the bar table not looking at him. They were silent but she knew he knew she was there. He was, after all, staring at her.
"Can I help you miss?" the bartender asked.
Relena looked around "Can I have glass of ice wine?"
He looked at her in a sort of stupor "Miss, does this place look like it has ice wine?"
She wrinkled her nose at his rudeness and was about to retort when Heero broke in "She'll have nothing to drink Frank. Thanks anyways."
Relena turned to him and wished she hadn't, his eyes were glaze over from the alcohol and his hair was especially mussed making him look even more of a sex god then usual.
"H-Heero…" she started looking at the array of bottles around him "how many drinks have you had?"
Heero looked at the glass bottles "Not many. Not enough."
Relena took the half full bottle of tequila from his hands "That's enough Heero. Let's go."
She stated to take his arm but he pulled away "What are you doing here Relena?"
Relena looked into his eyes again and sighed, "I'm here to get you. Now come on."
Heero glared and sat down "What about Quatre? Why aren't you with him?"
She looked at his turned back then at the bottle of tequila. Relena licked her dry lips and took a swing of the amber liquid before sitting next to him.
Heero looked at her from the corner of his eye, she was so beautiful. He wasn't nearly as drunk as he let on. The empty glasses around him were from previous customers and all he had been doing was making a pyramid out of it.
Relena rested her head on her hand and sighed, "He never wanted me."
Heero looked at her in surprise "Who?"
"Quatre."
His blue eyes hardened 'Quatre had led her on? He had rejected Relena… broke her heart.' "He's crazy."
Relena looked up at him, tears in her eyes "Quatre was my first love… Treize my second though that didn't last long," she sniffed indignantly "long enough for me to get engaged though." She took another swing.
Heero took the bottle from her and took a swing too "My first love seems so long ago… seven years actually. I guess that is long. She was three years older then me… she was a traveler. A pirate. I fell in love. So did she, with my cousin."
Relena was shocked, Heero had been in love before. And she rejected him.
She studied his features, thick brown hair, blue eyes, olive skin, a hint of stubble around his jaw and cheeks.
He turned to her and she gasped, 'the way he looked at me for a brief moment. It was almost as if he was as in lo-' she stopped herself. She wasn't going to fall in love again. Not again. Her heart wouldn't be able to take it.
They sat in silence taking turns drinking from the bottle until at last it was empty.
Relena looked at her watch "We'd better leave. It's already three am."
Heero nodded and placed a few bills on the booth. "See ya Frank."
Heero put his helmet on and disarmed his bike, Relena put up her visor and grinned at him "Race you."
He allowed himself a nearly invisible smile knowing Relena couldn't see it because of the helmet. "You're going to loose."
Relena couldn't see the smile but she could hear the amusement in his voice. "And you're almost drunk."
The revved their bikes and then they were off.