Disclaimers: Not mine, not even going to dream that they are mine. Just took them out for a spin, did a little torture and returned them home nice and slightly tortured.

Warnings: Waaaaaaaaay too much sap in this one. General warnings such as OOCs, shounen ai, slightly more graphic dreams and pre lemons that Tsu is used to writing. But don't worry, Tsu still doesn't write lemons.

A/N: This a fusion with a yaoi manga that I picked up called 'Colors'. Some parts are reflective of the manga, others are just me putting things in. Hehehe, I promised myself no fusion fics, but I couldn't help it. Even I got hyperglycaemia from reading it. Too sweet, toooo sweet. Perhaps someone who has read this can tell me if I am infringing anything by writing how I did.

Letters to Home

Part 7

Hilde

Please, I don't know how well Heero was hung two years ago and I sure as hell don't know now. Will you please stop getting obsessed with that? When are you going to go home and visit mom and dad? They have been asking about you for ages now.

Duo

XXxxXX

It was like every other morning for the past two years. Duo woke up with a pleasant warmth against his side. He blinked sleepily, taking in a slightly snoring Heero. He would never tire of this sight, ever. For him, there was no such thing as absence makes the heart grow fonder. If anything, it caused a physical ache when Heero was away from him. Thankfully that didn't happen very often. In fact, in the two years they had been together, the Japanese teen had rarely left his side, even if it was go return home during academic year end holidays.

Duo propped his head against his palm and stared down at the sleeping Heero. During these times, the blue eyed teen really looked his age and for once, it was completely free of shadows, completely open. He smiled as Heero's mouth dropped open a little, drooling adorably. He captured the end of his braid, bringing it forward and tickling the tip of his lover's nose. Heero wrinkled his nose, a hand coming up to bat away the annoyance. Duo swallowed a giggle and continued his little torture of his lover. Heero tortured him often enough. For example, the Japanese teen had a fine time abusing every single part of his body and no matter how much he had screamed for release, the cruel taskmaster refused to let him. He ran the tip of his braid again over Heero's sensitive nose.

In an instant, vice like grip caught his wrists and he was flipped onto his back, with a vengeful boyfriend looming over him.

"Haven't you heard the age old saying let sleeping dogs lie?" Heero growled; their noses inches from each others.

Duo chuckled. "Well, I've always like to play poke sleeping dogs when I was younger." He gnashed his teeth playfully at Heero's nose.

"And this dog is going to extract his revenge now," Heero grinned evilly, dipping his lips to Duo's sensitive neck, taking a rather generous nip.

His partner exploded into laughter and noisy protests as they tussled playfully on the bed. Soon Duo ended up flat on his back with his arms stretched over his head and in the possession of Heero Yuy. At another time, in another place, with another person, the American would be apprehensive but in this case, he was probably going to be severely 'punished'. Somehow, he relished the punishment wholeheartedly.

"Hey," Duo held his lover at arms length. "When do I get to be on top?" He protested.

Heero winked. "Some other time perhaps?" And lowered his head once more.

Shrieks of laughter, shouts of protests which eventually gave way to low pleasured moans filtered through the door of Duo's dorm.

Outside, an innocent freshman was attracted by the ruckus that seriously sounded like someone was being slaughtered within the room. He marched up to the door and it was then he saw the sign.

'Secret government research in progress. Disregard any noises from within. Knock at own risk. I have a paintbrush and I know how to use it!!'

Alright, so it was a really long sign. Another moan tore throw the wood panel and the freshman stood there indecisively. Someone really sounded hurt in there. Should he knock? He lifted his hand, deciding to risk it. Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind, a rough hand covering his mouth and he was hauled away unceremoniously. His cry of surprise was muffled as he struggled against his captor.

"Shh…" A familiar voice hissed into his ear. "You didn't hear anything, you didn't see anything and for the love of God, stay away from that door."

The freshman turned around after he was let go, which was about at least fifty feet from the said room. He saw it was one of the seniors, a Chinese by the name of Chang.

"What's your name?" Chang asked.

"Sam," he stuttered nervously. It was the rule amongst the newbies, they did not piss a senior off. Pissing off a senior would be bad. Usually it meant short sheeted beds or being hit by paint-filled balloons or worst, being dropped off in the girl's dorm wearing nothing by underwear. While it hadn't happened often other than during April's Fool, but they were still careful to thread carefully, especially around the 'Infamous Five' as they were dubbed.

Around campus, there were five seniors that everyone gave a wide berth. Triton 'Trowa' Bloom, Qautre Winner, Chang Wu Fei, Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell. Individually, they were probably the nicest people around, except for Heero Yuy. He was only nice around Duo Maxwell. Sam had always wondered why. As a group, however, especially if Upperclassmen Maxwell was bored, all hell broke loose.

"That room," Chang pointed to the door he had just dragged Sam away from. "That room is completely off limits." He had an almost panicked look in his eyes. "You don't hear anything or see anything. For you own sanity."

Sam nodded nervously before scuttling away. He was just glad he lived to tell the day of his path crossing one of Infamous Five's.

XXxxXX

"They're at it again," Wu Fei barged into Quatre's room and fell unceremoniously on his bed.

Quatre growled at his friend. "You are going to iron all my clothes." He glared at the pile of once pristine shirts under his friend's body.

Wu Fei grinned, pulling a wrinkled pink dress shirt from under his hip. "Who shops for you anyway?" He teased and got a rolled up sock to the head for his efforts.

"So, why are you barging into my life at this God forsaken fashion again?" Quatre started folding his laundry.

"They are at it again," Wu Fei groaned.

The blond rich kid smothered a laugh. Wu Fei would always be Wu Fei. Even after two years of close living, and countless affectionate gestures, the Chinese teen was still uncomfortable when Duo and Heero start necking in public. Still ever the homophobic, yet the couple's fiercest champion.

"Tell me the day when Heero isn't pawing Duo?" Quatre tucked his clothes into his wardrobe.

"What are they doing in there all the time?"

"You really want to know?" The naughty grin on Quatre's face was at odds with his overall innocent features.

Wu Fei paled at the mental picture and lobbed a pillow at the blond.

Quatre shrugged. "Well, let's put it this way, possibly the same thing you do to Mei Lan when you guys are alone."

The Chinese boy bristled at that, having rather conservative notions of what was proper conversation between friends. Personal bedroom business, even if they hadn't gone much further than kissing, though no one was supposed to know that, since Wu Fei was the man, was to be kept private. Then a mischievous glint lit up obsidian eyes. "And what you do to Dorothy when you two are alone as well?" That earned him a slap on the head.

Dorothy Catalonia was a freshman last year and had managed to spark the interest of the normally asexual Quatre Winner. Wu Fei hadn't been surprised when they had started going out three months later. Dorothy was what Wu Fei would call an ice queen. She had eyes that can freeze fire in the Sahara. Perhaps it was the forked eyebrows. Quatre could have a fetish where that was concerned.

"Come on, Trowa's waiting for us at the library," Quatre opened the door, motioning for Wu Fei to follow him.

They were supposed to meet their final member for discussion of which university to go to. They had been given forms by their guidance counsellors a few days before on which would be their three top universities of choice. For Heero and Duo, the answer had been simple. They wanted to go to the university at Sanc. They offered the best for art students like them. They had managed to get their paintings featured at a local gallery, one that was not owned by Treize Kushrenada, the couple's mutual friend. They hadn't actually discussed wanting to go there but had managed to put down the same university again. Wu Fei felt it was rather creepy. It was like they could read each other's minds.

The two had a rather peaceful walk to the library, without the usual interruptions from girls that stopped them to pass them love letters or boys that just wanted to be seen in their presence. Despite all this attention, the five of them have no idea what attracted everyone. They weren't particularly smart, or particularly active in anything other than the occasional prank. More like Duo with the occasional prank.

Thank goodness, with the presence of Dorothy and Mei Lan, the attention had been reduced, probably because the boys begged for them to intervene. They had gathered around, laughing at the girls and boys alike that were terrorised when they two descended upon them. Wu Fei had been severely pissed at that. Five guys hiding behind two little girls for protection.

"There he is," Quatre pointed to the tall teen sitting on the front steps leading to the library. He waved enthusiastically as Trowa walked over to them.

Trowa reached abruptly for his friends, tugging them forcefully behind a bush.

"Tro, wh…" Wu Fei began and was rudely shushed.

The tall teen pointed to a pointed beyond their shoulders, causing them to turn. There was a girl standing under a tree. She wasn't anyone they had seen before, so obviously not a student of the school. She had deep blond hair, with two little braids at the side of her head. From their viewpoint, the girl had icy blue eyes, somewhat like Dorothy. There was nothing wrong with this scene until a rather familiar figure joined the girl.

"What's Heero doing without Duo?" Quatre hissed but the others had no answers.

Heero walked up to the girl, giving her a rather reserved smile. The girl smiled back at him and standing on her tiptoes, gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Gaaah, what did he just do?" Wu Fei growled, straining forward, only to be held back by his two friends. "I'm going to kill that cheating ass!"

"Wait, you idiot. Heero would never do that to Duo," Trowa tried to restrain his friend.

Wu Fei had this weird sense of honour where Duo was concerned. Even until this day, he still saw himself as the American's guardian of some kind.

"What is that then?" Wu Fei pointed at the couple, now talking, their expressions rather serious.

"She could be his sister or something," Quatre reasoned. "Hey, they're leaving!"

Heero and the girl started walking away.

"Let's follow them!" Wu Fei pushed his friends away. "Just in case."

Trowa and Quatre ended up running after Wu Fei, who apparently had seen too much spy movies and was now hiding behind trees ever so often as the couple walked toward town. They didn't touch, simple walking side by side, chatting amiably. They stopped at a small café for a cup of coffee. The talking continued, while the girl smiled brilliantly, Heero had his normally stoic face when faced with someone that wasn't Duo or the three of them, though a fraction warmer.

"What are they doing?" Wu Fei muttered in frustration, hiding behind a potted plant. He backed away as a curious dog came sniffing.

"They're having fun, plain as simple," Quatre rolled his eyes in frustration. He thought Wu Fei was being really paranoid. "And it is so clear it is not a date," he stressed as Wu Fei opened his mouth to protest.

"Hide, they're moving again!" Trowa pressed both his friends' head under the line of plants. "What do we do now?"

Wu Fei sprinted after the retreating couple. "We follow them that's what."

XXxxXX

Duo strolled down the hallways of the gallery. It was the same one he had met Heero in two years ago. Treize was probably around here somewhere. He would have to find the older man and say hello later. Right now, he would wait for Heero's arrival. His boyfriend had dropped a rather interesting piece of information on his lap earlier.

He was meeting his stepsister.

Duo hadn't even known that Heero had any siblings, much less a stepsister. He was going to be introduced to the girl today.

"Duo!" A loud boisterous voice echoed through the quiet hallways. "You've come to visit me!"

The braided teen was suddenly enveloped in a huge hug, toppling his silver rimmed spectacles off his nose. He reached out to catch them before they fell.

"Aaah," Treize caught the fallen eyewear easily and tucked it carefully back onto Duo's nose again. He leaned in close. "Back to being four eyes again? Your eyes look so much better with contacts."

"My… my eyes were it…itching," Duo answered, trying to inch away from Treize's overwhelming presence.

Treize's features rearranged themselves into exaggerated sympathy and hugged Duo to him again. "Oh, my poor baby. Heero hasn't been taking care of you, has he? Need me to do a better jo…" He trailed off, feeling a tap on his shoulder. He turned to find Heero standing behind him with a fixed smile on his face and a murderous aura emanating from him.

"Treize, if you don't want me to rip your hair out by his roots before pouring acid into your eyes and seasoning your raw scalp with salt, let my Duo go," Heero said in a pleasant tone of voice.

"Damn," Treize obediently released Duo, wanting to keep his precious head of hair intact. "I was just that close," he muttered, squeezing his thumb and forefinger together. He turned his attention to an elegant blonde standing beyond Heero. "Relena! It's been ages since I saw you." He swept the girl up in his arms.

Heero however, was busy smoothing Duo's slightly ruffled clothes back into place. It was an action of pure possessiveness. "I can't take my eyes off him for one moment." He poked his finger at Duo's nose. "And you, can't you be a little more careful? He was about to pack you up and move you away!"

Duo laughed nervously, glad to be out of Treize's clutches. "Well, you're here to save me right?"

Heero shook his head, sighing softly. Then he turned toward the chattering Treize now molesting his sister.

"Heero?" Duo asked. "Why are Quatre, Wu Fei and Trowa following you?" He peered at the familiar faces hiding behind a wall, blushing fiercely. He watched with some amusement as the three ran, tripping over each other to exit the gallery. Quatre turned and gave him friend a weak wave before rushing out. He could hear Quatre complaining about Wu Fei being 'a paranoid asshole'.

"I don't know, they had been following me nearly the whole day from the library," Heero shrugged nonchalantly. "I think I need to chase the sex fiend away from the vulnerable innocents in this room." He started stalking after Treize, death emanating from every pore of his body.

"I'm not an innocent!" Duo protested. "No thanks to you!" The last came out as a yell and Heero's little sister, Relena raised her blue eyes to meet his. A flush started to spread. He felt a little better when he saw the corresponding blush on Relena's fair cheeks.

Heero threw him a grin over his shoulder and took off after Treize, who started to realise death was on his heels.

Once left alone, the two left stared at each other feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Hi, I'm Duo," he walked towards the girl, extending his hand.

Relena took the proffered hand and shook it. It was a move, Duo noticed, that was polished and executed with some confidence. It was then he realised why he noticed Relena was so familiar.

"You're the Foreign Minister Peacecraft's daughter!" Duo gasped.

What other secrets did Heero kept from him?

Tbc…

Wow, has it been that long since I updated? What has happened to me?

Oh yeah, anime obsession! Has anyone seen Bleach? Lurves it!