Author's Note: Hola readers. Hehehe. I am soooooo sorry! What happened was I accidentally uploaded the wrong file. One was an idea for this fic and the second was from someone else's fic. If you never saw that terrible embarrassing accident be thankful! Neway. Here's the real chapter and I'll try working on the formatting of my fics. Thanks so much to those who pointed the problem out to me! I love you all! I really like this fic so far so I really hope others do too. I don't have a beta reader so bear with me and feel free to point out errors. Anyway on to the fic and ENJOY! Me loves ev'yone who reads the story!

Disclaimer: I've already answered this. If I didn't own the charas in the first chappy I don't own them now.

Hehe. PS- This chappy is dedicated to Shaeric Draconis for being my first reviewer. Hehe she was also nice enough to review another one of my fics too! *MWA*

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"Hey Tro, Quat!" Duo called exuberantly as he hopped down from his gundam. "Long time no see!" He waved and ran over to the other two pilots, receiving a nod from the tall Latin and a warm hello from the pilot's smaller lover. Duo raced past them into the safe house searching for his 'koi.' He grinned when he caught sight of the beautiful man sprawled out on the couch. He stopped running when it dawned on him that his friend was sleeping, and began to tiptoe quietly over to him. He carefully straddled the man's lap, leaning down and kissing him gently before tickling him mercilessly. Zechs woke with a loud screech, and bolted upright.

"Wha?! Where's the emergency?!" Zechs panted, blinking at Duo in confusion. "Oh, it's you, koi. Stop that!" He laughed shoving Duo's hands away from him. "Welcome back. Everything go alright?"

"Yup!" Duo grinned manically before nuzzling the blonde's neck. "Missed you."

The ex-OZ official wrapped his arms around Duo's waist, bestowing a kiss on his friend knowing that they were being watched, but not minding. It was easy to act so affectionate with the little braided pilot. It was harder not to, and he wondered how Duo's crush had managed to remain so aloof.

Quatre made an embarrassed squeaking sound in an effort to gain their attention. Duo blinked and glanced over at the petit blonde and immediately blushed. From Quatre's point of view his position over Marquise's lap looked worse than it really was and he was glad to know that it wasn't quite what it looked like. After all, Duo wouldn't do anything that blatantly sexual in front of them.

"Duo. What is going on?" Trowa asked calmly. There was no way Duo could possibly be as stupid as he acted. How would he have survived as a Gundam pilot, let alone be chosen as one if he were? Zechs wasn't on their side last he knew. But maybe Duo knew something they didn't.

"Tro, Quat. Meet Zechs Marquise, my partner in crime," Duo bounced excitedly on the man's lap, throwing his arms around his neck and giving him a loud sloppy kiss on the blonde's cheek. Zechs rolled his eyes and smiled at the pilots 03 and 04.  Trowa raised an articulate eyebrow as Quatre again blushed at the blatant show of affection between the two. "It's alright. He can be trusted," Duo quickly assured the two.

And that was is. Zechs had easily been accepted by the pair, provided that he do his fair share of the work around the house, such as cooking and his own laundry. He may have been a prince, but no one was going to wait on him.

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"It isn't one of them is it?" Zechs asked sometime later after everyone had settled in for the night. "It's obvious that they're together. I wouldn't feel right about splitting them up," Zechs wrapped strong arms around the boy's smaller frame, running his hand up and down the boy's arm absentmindedly.

"No it isn't either of them. They were meant for each other. It's... It's Heero," Duo whispered softly, curling into the embrace.

"Ah. I thought it might be him. How long have you been in love with him?" he ran his hand up Duo's arm and along his cheek, brushing the long bangs out of the boy's eyes.

"I... I'm not sure... There was just always something about him from that first day on. Zechs?" Duo asked somewhat hesitantly as he rested his head on the man's bare chest.

"Hmm?" came the sleepy reply.

"Do you think this will ever work?" Duo looked up at him with wide luminous eyes.

"I cannot tell yet. Ask me again after Heero has returned."

Duo nodded against the man's chest and drifted off shortly after, his cheek resting over the steadily beating heart.

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Duo woke with a start, but remained motionless so as not to alert the intruder that he was awake. He heard the distinct click of the safety being taken of a gun and immediately pushed Marquise off of the opposite side of the bed, just as the shot rang out. Duo gritted his teeth as he felt the bullet scrape across the flesh of his arm. Thankfully, he hadn't been too much in the way and it had only grazed the skin, flying past him to embed itself in the wall behind him. He reached under the pillow, whipping out his own gun, aiming it straight at the shooter's heart.

He clenched his teeth as he heard Zechs shuffle around on the floor and moan in pain. 'Well, it was either that or let him get shot.' Duo snorted to himself. If this were any less serious, he would have enjoyed laughing at Zechs' misfortune. Instead he hissed out a harsh "stay down, Zechs." He heard all movements behind him stop, thankful that he wouldn't have to worry about his friend. He reached over and turned on the light without ever moving the gun away from the room's unknown occupant. He blinked in surprise, lowering the gun. "Heero?"

Pilot 01 glared past Duo to the man on the floor. How dare he encroach upon what was his?! Duo was his whether he knew it or not. Apparently he didn't, but he'd remedy that as soon as the war ended. It was too dangerous to start anything before then. "Duo, what the hell is going on?" Heero snarled.

"You just tried to shoot my boyfriend. That's what's going on," Duo growled dangerously. He couldn't allow Heero to hurt Zechs. He didn't deserve that. "I don't suggest trying that again," he growled softly.

Duo looked over his shoulder as he felt warm arms envelope him. He sighed and leaned back into the embrace, relishing it. Why did he love Heero when Marquise was so much better for him? "Heero, this is Zechs. I believe the two of you have met previously. No matter what you have heard about him before, he can be trusted and you are to treat him as you would any of the other Gundam pilots. Dr. G has agreed to take him on. Now. Get out of my room," Duo glared at the stunned pilot until said boy finally stiffened, turned and left the room.

Duo sighed tiredly and turned back to Zechs. "I am sorry about that. I was expecting him to come during breakfast, not in the middle of the night. You're alright, ne?" Duo looked up at him, worry clearly written in his eyes.

"Yes, songbird. I'm fine, but you aren't. Now let me take care of that arm," Zechs ignored the protests as he cleaned the wound gingerly before wrapping Duo's bicep with some sterile gauze. "It should be alright in a day or two. Get back to sleep. Tomorrow's going to be one hell of a day."

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"Heero! I can't believe you sometimes! Honestly, why the hell did you try to shoot him?" Duo glared in outrage at the Japanese pilot, who sipped at his coffee completely unphased.

"I thought he was an intruder," Heero shrugged nonchalant.

Duo snorted in disbelief. "We were sleeping, Yuy," he carefully put emphasis on every syllable trying to get his point across. "An enemy would not sleep, they'd kill. I know you have more commons sense than that. After all you are The Perfect Soldier."

"Hn," Heero turned ignoring the pilot and dumping his mug into the sink for someone to clean later.

"Don't give me that crap! I know as well as you do that you never once thought he was an intruder. I think you're just jealous!" Duo tossed the stunned pilot a cocky grin as he sauntered out of the kitchen.

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"How long has that been going on?" Heero growled softly, indicating the pair at the counter working on dinner.

"Since before we got here. Why?" Quatre asked secretly amused. He knew exactly why Heero was cross, and Quatre thought it served the boy right. If you didn't reach out and grab something, someone else would. Heero hadn't acted on his feelings for the hyperactive pilot so someone else had. Actually, Quatre was happy for the couple. They fit together rather well in his opinion.

Heero shot a glare over towards the blonde who was standing with his arms encircling his Duo. When the war was over, the man was going to pay.

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Over the next few months Zechs was sent on numerous missions. If it was dangerous, Zechs was given it. No one questioned the scientists' judgment, but it put Duo on edge. It was suspicious, it was as if the scientists were trying to keep Zechs away from him and force him closer to Heero. Violet eyes widened as a thought stuck him. Maybe Heero had put the scientists up to it. Duo wouldn't put it past him.

He snarled as he stood up from the kitchen table, the chair he had been occupying toppling over onto the floor. "Heero! Where the fuck are you?!" He stormed out of the room towards the stoic pilot's room.

Heero turned away from his laptop calmly as Duo entered the room with a slam of the door hitting the wall as it was flung open. "What do you want, Duo?"

"You put them up to it didn't you?!" Duo glared as Heero merely arched an eyebrow in question. "You know as well as I do that the scientists are running Zechs ragged. He should not be going on so many missions while the rest of us have plenty of time to spare."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Heero monotoned, turning back to his laptop. He stiffened as his senses registered the cool touch of the barrel of Duo's gun against the back of his neck.

"Fix it Heero. Tell the scientists to stop," Duo's voice remained deadly calm. He meant business. Tense muscles relaxed when Heero did as he was bid, the gun replaced as the send button was tapped. "Don't try that again Heero. You don't know what you're doing," Duo bit out icily before retreating to his own room.

Duo flopped onto his bed, flinging his arm over his face. This was not good. He wanted Heero, but lately he'd started to think of Zechs as well.

TBC…