Author: XasaRa

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Rating: NC-15/M

Pairings: Duo & Heero

Warnings: Yaoi 1x2, obscenities, abuse.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Sadly never have and never will.

Summary: Duo suspects Heero is up to something behind his back, but does Heero have good reason?

Heero Yuy, You Bastard!

The sun managed to peek its way through the slightly drawn back curtains and fell upon Duo's limp body, waking him from a most restless sleep. He yawned and rubbed at his beautiful violet eyes, barley open in a slit form. Turning toward the left side of the bed, he noticed that his faithful lover was not beside him……..again. This must have been the third morning in a row that Duo had not awakened to Heero's sweet face, and this put worry in his heart. Heero had been acting strange lately. Not being there in the morning, never calling him from work like he used to, eating silently and avoiding any questions Duo directed at him on his whereabouts. Duo shook his head and slid into his slippers, reaching for his robe. The soldier was bare-chested with checkered pajama bottoms on. He hated wearing shirts. So…..constricting. He slid his robe on, leaving it open and exposed, and made his way down the stairs. He stopped halfway down, and hesitated going any further. The echoing voice from Trowa made its way from the living room to Duo's ears. It sounded like he was talking to someone.

"…I'm not saying that your right, or that your wrong, Quarte. All im saying is that Duo has been showing signs of it. Whatever it is, we need to help him work through it."

"How is this going to help him? You know how sensitive Duo is about shit like this," said Quatre, taking a bite of his Bologna and cheese sandwich and wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

Duo shook his head. He hated when they talked about him, which they always seemed to. They seemed to think he had some sort of post-depression problem and that he needed medical attention, or, at least, one hell of a good therapist. He decided to proceed, making sure that with each step he took sounded like a hammer pounding on a wall. He heard them shush each other just as he rounded the corner to the kitchen. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Trowa quickly flip on the TV, then fumble with the remote, trying to change the station.

"Oh….don't you just LOVE Barbra Streisand in the morning? She makes you feel so…..inspired," Duo joked loudly as he opened the fridge.

Trowa looked at the TV, realizing what he had on, and blushed. "Just because YOU don't like her magical voice and beautiful face, doesn't mean you have the right to comment about a great of an actress as she is," commented Trowa. Quatre suppressed a laugh.

Duo rolled his eyes and grabbed the milk from the fridge. With the other hand, he scratched his head and looked at the Television. "How can you even see her face with that huge nose blocking half the screen?" At this, Quatre spit out his sandwich and went into a mad fit of hysterical laughter. This earned him some harsh looks from Trowa. Duo smiled at Quatre and turned back towards the kitchen. He poured some Fruit loops and milk into a bowl, then made his way to the living room. Having to practically climb over Trowa, he plopped down next to him and offered him, sarcastically, a bite of his cereal. Trowa refused and pretended to turn his attention to the movie.

Without looking up from his cereal bowl, Duo said "You know, just because I came downstairs doesn't mean you have to stop talking about me. I mean, I love talking about me. Im my favorite subject." Taking a bite of his cereal, he looks at Quatre, then Trowa, who both avoid his glare. He continues on, "Im not crazy, you know. Im just trying to….deal with stuff. You wouldn't understand." With this he got up, and threw his bowl into the sink. He licked his thumb and index finger then said "if any of you two feel like telling me what really on your mind, I'll be in the shower. Adios."

"No…not that one. It feels too….floral. Try the Persian Blue against that Green back." Heero Yuy took a step back and studied the wall pattern. This was not coming together at all like he thought it would. Somehow he pictured the perfect party, one with tons of beautiful colors and admiring guests. "You know…maybe we should try a different building. I think it's just the feel of this one that's off." Relena Glared at Heero. She set down the wallpaper and walked over to him, a fuming look in her eyes. Heero could swear he saw steam ejecting from her ears.

"Heero, listen to me very closely." Relena paused. She composed herself best she could, then continued. "We have been at this project for 3 weeks now. We have cancelled ten different caterers, been to four different flower shops, bought about thirty different patterns and arrangements for the walls…not to mention the fact that we have examined seven different buildings and all felt "off" to you. Now, we are going with THIS building…THIS wall pattern…and if I have to, im going to the nearest grave yard site and ripping flowers off from there so that the party will be done by Friday, LIKE ITS SUPPOSED TO!" She grabbed her coat and stormed off into the frigid February air.

Heero watched after her, wondering if it was that time of the month again.

Back at the house, Duo decided he needed to get away from the house full of happy Duo and Heero memories for a while. The shower had not helped, and with every passing hour that Heero didn't call him made his temperature boil even more. It was 6:30 pm by now, and he decided it wasn't too early to start drinking away his sadness. He picked up the phone and called his best friend that he knew of, Wufei. He picked up within one ring.

"Duo, sup?" Wufei didn't have caller ID, yet he always managed to know it was Duo when he called.

"I need a drinking night, Wufei. Wanna be my DD?" he knew that Wufei wouldn't have a problem with this, because Wufei seldom drank.

"Here's a better idea, Duo. Why don't you just drive over here? I've got plenty of booze left over from the Christmas party. Then you can just relax and tell me about what Heero did this time."

"K. Be there in 20." After Duo hung up the receiver, he turned and looked at a picture on the kitchen counter, one of Duo's favorites. It was one of Duo and Heero in their soldier uniforms, embracing in a great hug. That was when Duo was shipped off to Korea late July of last year, and Heero was shipped off to Kuwait. Duo had received news of Heero's death and mourned him for 2 months. He smiled at the happy memory as he recalled Heero shouting his name, in desperate search for Duo, as he had taken leave and had asked to be dropped off in Korea. He would know his lovers beautiful tone anywhere. He let a tear escape as he remembered Heero's words creep back into his head when they had hugged "I will never leave you. Ill always be right here."

Shaking off the memory, he started to fume. This memory had caused him even more pain now, remembering his promise, and how he seemed to break it just months after he said it. He set the picture back down, grabbed his keys off the counter, tugged on his Combat boots and coat, and slammed the door shut. He made it halfway down the stairs, then stopped himself and ran back inside. He retreated to the counter once again, picked up the picture, and smashed it with all his might against the wooden floor. Feeling a little more satisfied, he was now able to leave to start his night.

An hour after he had arrived at Wufei's, Duo was already smashed. He was mixing drinks so heavily that Wufei was surprised that he hadn't gone into a coma yet.

Duo sat on the couch sloppily, waving his arms in the air as he continued to explain about Heero. Wufei knew that letting him drink as much as he wanted and talk as much as he wanted was the only way that Duo could get out most of his hurt. So, he let him continue.

"…and the worst part is, is-is I smashed the picture of us, the one of us hugging…from Kuwait and Korea…and it….felt reeeeaaaalllllyyyyy good. I mean who in the h-hell does that Japanese asshooole think he is….i betcha anything…Wufei…he's out with another man right now." He took a big gulp, then stared at him waiting for a response. Realizing it was his turn to speak, Wufei cleared his throat.

"Well, you know Duo, so are you."

"You know what I mean and don't you trrry to d-defend him," slurred Duo, eyes half open and gulping down his screwdriver.

"Well, Duo, that's the point im trying to convey. How do you know Heero is doing something wrong?" Duo gleamed down at his watch, opening them wide and then squinting trying to focus. Without even turning his eyes away from Duo, Wufei said with a sigh, "five to eight, Duo."

"Thank you! It's almost eight!" he fumbled in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. "And why hasn't he called yet? Hmm? Ill tell you why…he's oh much too busy boning some other dude that he doesn't even love!" Duo started crying heavily at this point.

Wufei sighed and took the phone from Duo. He flipped it open and started to dial some numbers. "OK…time to find out the truth, then."

FIN

Dont worry all...this is just the first chapter...I wouldnt leave you hanging, would I? Much more to come...)