Heero thought quite the opposite. One, he had no idea what possessed him to accept Duo's challenge. Two, he had no idea what Duo was getting at by challenging him in the first place. And three, he had never kissed anybody. The last thought was scary for him. If he had to kiss anybody to save his life, it would be anybody but Relena. So why did Duo get under his skin constantly? Ignore that Heero, you've got to find Trowa.
So a few minutes after detention, Heero went in search of Trowa. Meanwhile, Quatre was in the library e-mailing his sister who was staying at the Winner Mansion to see if he could borrow her camcorder, and Trowa was, well somewhere. Back to Heero.
Heero went to his room first to change into something more casual, like khaki pants and a navy t-shirt. He wasn't one for fashion, but who cares. Heero threw his bag onto his bed and took out his laptop, but thought better of it. He placed it on the nightstand. For this particular mission he did not require the use of a laptop. Fuck, where was Trowa? Heero quickly locked his door and went in search of his cousin. He went into the cafeteria, or mess hall/dining hall, whatever it was called. There was no sign of the unibang boy. Heero concluded that he must be in his room, the most likely place which he should've checked first but didn't think about it because a certain braided idiot was in his head. He scowled at himself for that. Once in front of Trowa's room, Heero proceeded to bang on the door. And thankfully Trowa was in. He wasn't too happy about the interruption so he gave Heero a grim look.
"There's no need to bang so loudly. I'm sure you woke up the neighborhood." Trowa leaned against the door frame." I thought you had things to do." Heero's face turned into a scowl.
"They could wait." Heero's brows furrowed in deep thought, finally he looked up. "Trowa can I ask a favor of you?" Heero lightly blushed. Trowa arched an eyebrow. Heero never blushed or for that matter, showed any kind of emotion.
"It depends on the situation." The situation. Heero thought is humiliating. He looked Trowa straight in the eyes and managed to turn red again.
I can't ask that of Trowa. It's disgusting. Now what? Heero thought to himself.
Trowa was looking at him with amusement. Heero scrutinized even more than necessary. He did not like that look on Trowa's face.
"Forget I asked Trowa." Heero didn't want to face further humiliation so he took off. Not to his room, he knew Trowa would find him there. He went to another sanctuary. The library. He was deep in thought and was rushing at top speed so he did not see Quatre and he toppled the blond over. Heero fell on top of Quatre in an ungracious manner.
Quatre did not mind at all, once he knew whom he collided with.
"My apologies." Heero said as he dusted himself off. Quatre was blushing for no apparent reason.
"Uh, it's its okay, Heero." Quatre stammered for no apparent reason either. Standing next to Heero had that kind of effect. Heero was staring at Quatre with a weird look on his face that could only be described as determination and curiosity as well as amusement. Quatre blushed deep red. Heero didn't care.
"Quatre." Heero said in his usual monotone that could only be described as sexy.
"Uh. Yeah Heero?" He managed to say without stuttering. What's wrong with him? He was acting like a young schoolboy who has his first crush.
"Are you doing anything?" Quatre was caught off guard by the question. Why would Heero want to know what he was doing, unless he wanted to use him as way to get to Duo, but there was no harm in answering.
"No. Why?"
"Good." Heero grabbed Quatre's wrist and pulled him out of the library, up to the boy's dormitory and into his room. Quatre was highly suspicious. He'd only known Heero for two days and they were already going to his room. Quatre cut that sentence before he could finish the thought. Heero did not seem like the kind of person who would harm him physically, but why were they going to his room? Heero quickly entered the code into his door and as soon as it opened, he closed it just as fast. Quatre was wary of Heero whom seemed to be breathing heavily.
"Let's go into the next room." Quatre followed Heero into another room, which was apparently an entertainment room.
"Why did you bring me here. If it's about Duo, I-" Heero cut him off.
"It has nothing to do with Duo. Maybe not that much. It's my inability of perfection." Heero sat down on the couch and Quatre took the chair. "I was hoping you could help me." Heero slightly blushed again, god he hated that feeling. Quatre was staring at him as weird as Trowa had been earlier.
"Of course I would love to help you. But if it's anything that would cause Duo harm, I'm-"
"Like hell it would cause Duo any harm." Heero snorted. "It has nothing to do with that monkey you call a friend."
"Duo is not a monkey. He is probably far more intelligent than you."
"Everyone is entitled to his or her own opinion." Quatre was momentarily angry before he remembered Heero's request.
"Uh. What did you want me to help you with again?" Heero kept a stone face despite the funny feeling in his stomach. "Why don't you ask Trowa for help? I'm sure he would help you out with your problem."
"I don't want to bring Trowa into this. It's far too complicated."
"I'll try my best Heero. So what do you want me to help you with?" Heero thought about how he should ask it and concluded that being direct was the best option.
"I never had any social contact with others my age until now. And according to Trowa I need to at least try something out before I go home."
"Oh. Well if you want me to help you make new friends then that's no problem." Heero snorted again.
"Your ignoramus friend challenged me to kiss your other ignoramus friend. I, being the idiot, accepted."
"So what's the big deal? Relena is an attractive young..." Quatre trailed off as the meaning of Heero's request dawned on him. Shit, Duo would personally kill him, if he ever found out. If he found out. "Um ... I uh, don't really know what to say Heero. Let me think about it for a moment." Heero nodded. He got up and apparently went to his room leaving Quatre to think about that odd request. Should he, or should he not. It was a once in a lifetime chance. Heero came back in carrying his bag and books. Heero paid no attention to him whatsoever. Heero's shirt was replaced by a silk button top shirt, or in both Trowa and Quatre's case, a pajama top, and Heero had a matching silver pair pants on as well. Oh hell, it's only once, what could go wrong. Forget Duo, for now. Quatre Winner wasn't going to pass this chance up. Heero had his back turned and was facing the electric outlet, trying to hook up his computer. Quatre slowly walked toward him, until he was close to Heero. Quatre was successfully controlling the butterfly in his stomach and keeping his cheeks from heating up. Heero turned around and almost hit Quatre. Heero was startled nonetheless and Quatre took advantage of that as he grabbed Heero's face and gave him his first kiss. Heero was surprised and Quatre took his time massaging Heero's lower lip before he plunged his tongue into Heero.
Heero tasted of an unknown spice and honey. Quatre closed his eyes and gently kiss Heero, taking his time so Heero could at least feel the same pleasure he was feeling. Quatre smiled and broke their kiss. He was breathing hard and Heero was staring at him, frowning a bit. Quatre's mind was whirling. What if that wasn't his request, what if he wanted something else? Did he enjoyed it, I sure as hell did. Quatre thought.
"You okay Heero?" Heero nodded.
"Thanks Quatre." Heero was about to go back to his room when Quatre caught him by the wrist.
"Do you want to practice? I'm sure you want to win."
"You don't mind." Quatre's stomach did a flip-flop.
"No."
Heero seemed to acknowledge this. He walked slowly toward him and Heero thought for a moment before he imitated Quatre by gently pulling his face closer so their lips could touch. Only a few words could define how Quatre felt. He was on fire. God, Heero was a fast learner. Heero's kiss was intense, it wasn't sloppy or wet. He did exactly what Quatre did to him earlier, but according to Quatre it was done without a flaw and, like everything Heero did, it was done with passion and this is what turned Quatre on. He was supposed to be teaching Heero, not the other way around. But Heero was so good, even for a beginner. Quatre's knees were buckling and Heero held him by the waist to deepen the kiss and Quatre would've fainted, if it were not for the phone ringing. Heero let go of him and left to answer it. Quatre was shaking and sweating. He looked at Heero again and grinned. He better win, otherwise his time could've been spent on something more important, like chasing the green eyed Trowa Barton. Gorgeous emerald eyes, Trowa Barton. Heero hung the phone up and went back to the table with his laptop, ignoring Quatre completely.
"Heero."
"Hn."
"Since I helped you out. Maybe you could do something for me." Heero looked up and stared at Quatre.
"If it's in my power."
"I want to get to know your cousin a bit more than necessary." Heero had a thoughtful frown, which made him look cute and years younger. "I'll be happy to give you lessons on anything after school." Heero contemplated this for a moment longer, and then he nodded. "Great, I'll meet you by the dining hall tomorrow morning." Quatre quickly grabbed his stuff and happily walked out of Heero's room. Who wouldn't? He gave one of god's finest, perfect creatures with blue eyes that were to die for, their first kiss. And soon, he would be stealing kisses from another of god's angels, who had emerald gems for eyes. No one should be alive and be that sexy, it was unfair. Life was cruel.
I honestly don't know whose pov this was...It sort of meshed together.
So a few minutes after detention, Heero went in search of Trowa. Meanwhile, Quatre was in the library e-mailing his sister who was staying at the Winner Mansion to see if he could borrow her camcorder, and Trowa was, well somewhere. Back to Heero.
Heero went to his room first to change into something more casual, like khaki pants and a navy t-shirt. He wasn't one for fashion, but who cares. Heero threw his bag onto his bed and took out his laptop, but thought better of it. He placed it on the nightstand. For this particular mission he did not require the use of a laptop. Fuck, where was Trowa? Heero quickly locked his door and went in search of his cousin. He went into the cafeteria, or mess hall/dining hall, whatever it was called. There was no sign of the unibang boy. Heero concluded that he must be in his room, the most likely place which he should've checked first but didn't think about it because a certain braided idiot was in his head. He scowled at himself for that. Once in front of Trowa's room, Heero proceeded to bang on the door. And thankfully Trowa was in. He wasn't too happy about the interruption so he gave Heero a grim look.
"There's no need to bang so loudly. I'm sure you woke up the neighborhood." Trowa leaned against the door frame." I thought you had things to do." Heero's face turned into a scowl.
"They could wait." Heero's brows furrowed in deep thought, finally he looked up. "Trowa can I ask a favor of you?" Heero lightly blushed. Trowa arched an eyebrow. Heero never blushed or for that matter, showed any kind of emotion.
"It depends on the situation." The situation. Heero thought is humiliating. He looked Trowa straight in the eyes and managed to turn red again.
I can't ask that of Trowa. It's disgusting. Now what? Heero thought to himself.
Trowa was looking at him with amusement. Heero scrutinized even more than necessary. He did not like that look on Trowa's face.
"Forget I asked Trowa." Heero didn't want to face further humiliation so he took off. Not to his room, he knew Trowa would find him there. He went to another sanctuary. The library. He was deep in thought and was rushing at top speed so he did not see Quatre and he toppled the blond over. Heero fell on top of Quatre in an ungracious manner.
Quatre did not mind at all, once he knew whom he collided with.
"My apologies." Heero said as he dusted himself off. Quatre was blushing for no apparent reason.
"Uh, it's its okay, Heero." Quatre stammered for no apparent reason either. Standing next to Heero had that kind of effect. Heero was staring at Quatre with a weird look on his face that could only be described as determination and curiosity as well as amusement. Quatre blushed deep red. Heero didn't care.
"Quatre." Heero said in his usual monotone that could only be described as sexy.
"Uh. Yeah Heero?" He managed to say without stuttering. What's wrong with him? He was acting like a young schoolboy who has his first crush.
"Are you doing anything?" Quatre was caught off guard by the question. Why would Heero want to know what he was doing, unless he wanted to use him as way to get to Duo, but there was no harm in answering.
"No. Why?"
"Good." Heero grabbed Quatre's wrist and pulled him out of the library, up to the boy's dormitory and into his room. Quatre was highly suspicious. He'd only known Heero for two days and they were already going to his room. Quatre cut that sentence before he could finish the thought. Heero did not seem like the kind of person who would harm him physically, but why were they going to his room? Heero quickly entered the code into his door and as soon as it opened, he closed it just as fast. Quatre was wary of Heero whom seemed to be breathing heavily.
"Let's go into the next room." Quatre followed Heero into another room, which was apparently an entertainment room.
"Why did you bring me here. If it's about Duo, I-" Heero cut him off.
"It has nothing to do with Duo. Maybe not that much. It's my inability of perfection." Heero sat down on the couch and Quatre took the chair. "I was hoping you could help me." Heero slightly blushed again, god he hated that feeling. Quatre was staring at him as weird as Trowa had been earlier.
"Of course I would love to help you. But if it's anything that would cause Duo harm, I'm-"
"Like hell it would cause Duo any harm." Heero snorted. "It has nothing to do with that monkey you call a friend."
"Duo is not a monkey. He is probably far more intelligent than you."
"Everyone is entitled to his or her own opinion." Quatre was momentarily angry before he remembered Heero's request.
"Uh. What did you want me to help you with again?" Heero kept a stone face despite the funny feeling in his stomach. "Why don't you ask Trowa for help? I'm sure he would help you out with your problem."
"I don't want to bring Trowa into this. It's far too complicated."
"I'll try my best Heero. So what do you want me to help you with?" Heero thought about how he should ask it and concluded that being direct was the best option.
"I never had any social contact with others my age until now. And according to Trowa I need to at least try something out before I go home."
"Oh. Well if you want me to help you make new friends then that's no problem." Heero snorted again.
"Your ignoramus friend challenged me to kiss your other ignoramus friend. I, being the idiot, accepted."
"So what's the big deal? Relena is an attractive young..." Quatre trailed off as the meaning of Heero's request dawned on him. Shit, Duo would personally kill him, if he ever found out. If he found out. "Um ... I uh, don't really know what to say Heero. Let me think about it for a moment." Heero nodded. He got up and apparently went to his room leaving Quatre to think about that odd request. Should he, or should he not. It was a once in a lifetime chance. Heero came back in carrying his bag and books. Heero paid no attention to him whatsoever. Heero's shirt was replaced by a silk button top shirt, or in both Trowa and Quatre's case, a pajama top, and Heero had a matching silver pair pants on as well. Oh hell, it's only once, what could go wrong. Forget Duo, for now. Quatre Winner wasn't going to pass this chance up. Heero had his back turned and was facing the electric outlet, trying to hook up his computer. Quatre slowly walked toward him, until he was close to Heero. Quatre was successfully controlling the butterfly in his stomach and keeping his cheeks from heating up. Heero turned around and almost hit Quatre. Heero was startled nonetheless and Quatre took advantage of that as he grabbed Heero's face and gave him his first kiss. Heero was surprised and Quatre took his time massaging Heero's lower lip before he plunged his tongue into Heero.
Heero tasted of an unknown spice and honey. Quatre closed his eyes and gently kiss Heero, taking his time so Heero could at least feel the same pleasure he was feeling. Quatre smiled and broke their kiss. He was breathing hard and Heero was staring at him, frowning a bit. Quatre's mind was whirling. What if that wasn't his request, what if he wanted something else? Did he enjoyed it, I sure as hell did. Quatre thought.
"You okay Heero?" Heero nodded.
"Thanks Quatre." Heero was about to go back to his room when Quatre caught him by the wrist.
"Do you want to practice? I'm sure you want to win."
"You don't mind." Quatre's stomach did a flip-flop.
"No."
Heero seemed to acknowledge this. He walked slowly toward him and Heero thought for a moment before he imitated Quatre by gently pulling his face closer so their lips could touch. Only a few words could define how Quatre felt. He was on fire. God, Heero was a fast learner. Heero's kiss was intense, it wasn't sloppy or wet. He did exactly what Quatre did to him earlier, but according to Quatre it was done without a flaw and, like everything Heero did, it was done with passion and this is what turned Quatre on. He was supposed to be teaching Heero, not the other way around. But Heero was so good, even for a beginner. Quatre's knees were buckling and Heero held him by the waist to deepen the kiss and Quatre would've fainted, if it were not for the phone ringing. Heero let go of him and left to answer it. Quatre was shaking and sweating. He looked at Heero again and grinned. He better win, otherwise his time could've been spent on something more important, like chasing the green eyed Trowa Barton. Gorgeous emerald eyes, Trowa Barton. Heero hung the phone up and went back to the table with his laptop, ignoring Quatre completely.
"Heero."
"Hn."
"Since I helped you out. Maybe you could do something for me." Heero looked up and stared at Quatre.
"If it's in my power."
"I want to get to know your cousin a bit more than necessary." Heero had a thoughtful frown, which made him look cute and years younger. "I'll be happy to give you lessons on anything after school." Heero contemplated this for a moment longer, and then he nodded. "Great, I'll meet you by the dining hall tomorrow morning." Quatre quickly grabbed his stuff and happily walked out of Heero's room. Who wouldn't? He gave one of god's finest, perfect creatures with blue eyes that were to die for, their first kiss. And soon, he would be stealing kisses from another of god's angels, who had emerald gems for eyes. No one should be alive and be that sexy, it was unfair. Life was cruel.
I honestly don't know whose pov this was...It sort of meshed together.