Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Author's Note: This is the last of my prewritten chapters. I plan on writing on the next one the second this is uploaded so maybe you won't have to wait very long for the next one.

Warnings: Yaoi. Adult Situations implied.

Chapter 9

Come together . . . right now

Duo entered his dorm room to find Heero once again gone. Heero left a lot these days. Duo wondered where he was going all the time. Heero wasn't the type to make friends, so what could he do out there by himself?

It didn't bother Duo that Heero wasn't here. Duo had something he needed to do, and Heero couldn't be here when he did it. Duo removed his coat and shoes before he entered the bathroom and opened the clear shower door. He then reached up and rotated the shower head, letting it fall into his hand. The other hand caught a small black device that fell out. It was a tiny security camera.

Now used for something other than security unless you count keeping an eye on the shampoo.

He replaced the shower head and walked out of the bathroom and over to his bed. He lifted the mattress and pulled out a laptop of his own. He then hooked the camera up to his computer and uploaded the data from it. With that done, he replaced the camera and returned to the laptop. He scanned the footage and deleted himself out of it. Then dated it and passworded it. He labeled it as hidden and he watched the folder disappear from view.

He'll watch it later. He wanted to do something else first. He hid his laptop back beneath his mattress and walked over to Heero's desk. He pulled Heero's laptop free and hooked it up and turned it on. He wanted to know what Heero was doing on the damn thing. Back when they did missions, he'd understand why Heero could be on it so much, but now there wasn't a need.

He opened the hard drive and scanned the contents. Nothing seemed out of place. Heero had deleted all of the old mission data for security reasons and the computer seemed to hold nothing more than what it came with. Duo opened the storage for the word processor and found a series of files labeled with numbers. A brief comparison among different numbers led him to assume that they were dates. He scrolled down and opened a recent one.

At first he didn't know what to make of it. It seemed to be a report on what Heero had done on that day. Duo knew old habits die hard, but this was pushing the sanity barrier. He recognized the day as the one Heero had walked in on him in the shower. He scanned the text down to the point where Heero opened the door. Everything after that was not how Duo remembered it at all.

(On Screen:)

I stood at the door in surprise. My mind's preoccupation had diverted my attention enough not to realize the shower had been on. I found myself standing in the bathroom with my eyes locked onto Duo's figure. Duo had been washing a thigh and had it propped up so he could be thorough. My eyes lingered on the soap suds as they trailed down his thigh and toward his knee. My eyes caught a glimpse of hair and diverted to Duo's head. The hair was out of it's usual braid and was damp and stuck to his form. His form was well tanned, slim and firm.

Duo's head came up at my entranced and his eyes locked onto me. Whether he made a similar appraisal of me, I do not know. I was preoccupied on trying not to rip off my clothes and jumping my roommate. My brain was commanding my legs to take me from the room before the image of Duo damaged it, but my legs had other plans. I found myself moving forward toward the object of my internal turmoil. He straightened as I approached. I stopped there in front of him. My heart was pounding and my shorts felt far more constricting than before.

Duo reached out and touched me. The feeling of his fingers moving against my chest as he removed my shirt was the end for me. My brain gave up in its struggles and decided to enjoy the view. Soon, I found myself naked and against my braided friend.

Duo had to force himself to stop reading. That was what Heero spent his time doing? Writing about imaginary sex? If Heero wanted it that bad, Duo would be happy to oblige, very happy indeed.

Duo closed down the laptop and put it away. He glanced at his watch and nearly choked on his tongue. Heero's class had come and gone. Heero always returned to the room to drop of his bag and would be back any second! Duo glanced around to make sure there was no evidence of his snooping. His quick appraisal found nothing, if one can call the raging arousal in his pants nothing.

Duo sighed in near defeat. What was he going to do about that? He heard the sounds of footsteps in the hall and felt panic coming on. He dived onto his bed and did his best to look like he was sleeping. Moments later, the door opened and Heero entered.

Heero glanced around the room and noted Duo's presence. Duo rarely took naps, but when he did, he was out like a light. With that in mind, Heero made no effort to quiet his actions. He dropped has bag onto his bed and stretched. Duo could see the skin of his tummy as his shirt lifted up with the movement.

The phone rang and Heero went to answer it. The dorm's video screen came on and there was Quatre. Duo gave a start and pretended to just awaken as the blonde Arabian greeted Heero. Duo rose to stand by Heero's shoulder.

"Hey, Quatre, long time no see! What's up?" Duo asked, trying to sound sleepy and cheerful at the same time.

Quatre gave him a soft smile, "Has Une called you yet?"

Heero shook his head as Duo checked the call log.

"No, why would she call us?" Duo asked.

"To tell you about Wufei," Quatre sighed. "She should have called."

"What about Wufei?" Heero asked.

"Wufei received a bullet to the chest. Sally Po swears it's a suicide attempt."

The two of them stared at Quatre in disbelief.

"Suicide? That's more like Heero's style," Duo chided. "I can't see Wufei doing something like that. Of course, I haven't exactly talked to him lately."

"That's what I thought. Une placed Wufei under my care. He arrived this morning. Trowa's here too," Quatre paused. "Are you guys busy?"

"I'll be there tonight," Duo said. "I'll be packed in five minutes and we'll catch a plane."

"I'll call the Dean to secure our absence," Heero said.

"See you shortly, Quatre," Duo said and disconnected.

"Damn," Duo swore as he marched over to his dresser. "I never expected this."

Heero offered no comment as he placed his call to the Dean's secretary. The woman seemed rather annoyed, but patched him through. Duo was packed five minutes later as promised and Heero finished his call.

"We're clear to go. Quatre made a call when I did and the Dean dismissed me quickly with an 'I'll take care of it'."

"Go, Quatre. Being rich helps."

Heero was soon packed and the two were out the door, leaving the room, if not the sexual tension, behind.