Chapter Six
Heero emerged from his room just as the others were sitting down for dinner. Quatre smiled when he walked in.
"Heero! We were wondering about you." He patted the empty couch seat next to him. "Come and have something to eat."
Heero nodded respectfully and went into the kitchen. The others exchanged worried glances.
"He'll be okay." Quatre whispered, answering the question everyone was thinking.
Heero returned with a plate full of food and sat next to Quatre and began to eat in silence. The room was heavy with tension. Heero's presence seemed to darken everyone's mood. He could sense it and he looked up, his eyes meeting those of his friends.
"I'm sorry." He said finally.
Duo blinked. "For what, Hee-chan?"
Heero sighed and looked down at his food. "You were happier when I was in my room. I know, I heard you laughing and talking."
The others exchanged guilty glances and Quatre leaned forward. "We're sorry, Heero, if you think this is your fault. It's not. You have much more to loose in this situation than the rest of us do. We understand."
Heero shook his head, never looking up from his plate. "You can't understand." Quatre turned to the others slightly started before looking back at Heero. He opened his mouth to speak but Heero continued. "Relena needs me. What if this psycho goes after her too?"
"Relena is strong, Heero. She'll be alright." Trowa comforted.
Heero nodded. "Yes, she is strong." He looked up. "But I should be there to watch over her. It's my responsibility."
"You're sense of honor is encouraging, Yuy." Wufei said. "But this is one moment that I believe Sally is right."
The stoic brunette sighed and hung his head. "I know…"
Quatre frowned and leaned back against the chair, his spirit feeding off of Heero's sadness. "We can only hope that Zechs and Noin find something sooner rather than later."
Heero nodded and looked up, his eyes catching the setting sun out the front window. "I'm going to bed." He stood and walked his mostly untouched plate into the kitchen before retreating to his room.
The others watched him go in silence and sighed when he shut the door.
"He sure is taking this hard." Duo said sadly.
The others nodded. Quatre stood up and yawned. "Heero may be right though. We've had a rough day. And I think it would be a good idea if we scout the landscape tomorrow so we should get a good nights rest tonight."
Trowa stood and nodded. "I agree. It's better if we learn our surroundings before we're found out."
"If we're found out." Duo chuckled and stood. "Sally did such a good job at hiding this place that I doubt even we would have found it if she hadn't given us a map."
The four men placed the plates in the very small sink and Trowa and Duo washed and dried them while Quatre and Wufei went to bed. Quatre had never felt more nervous in his life. He dug through the dresser and pulled out a pair of light blue sweats and hesitated. Usually he slept shirtless, but did he want to chance it now?
"Excuse me, Winner." Wufei said standing with his arms crossed.
Quatre started and moved away from the dresser…without a shirt. He blushed at the thought of being in bed with Wufei without a shirt. He blushed even darker when he thought of being in bed with Wufei with even less on…He shook his head, trying to banish that thought as he pulled his shirt over his head.
"Are you alright, Winner?"
Quatre blushed and turned to see Wufei looking at him strangely. He had already changed into a pair of silk pajama pants and shimmered a soft green and he wasn't wearing a shirt. Quatre felt his pulse increase and he had to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.
"I…I'm fine." He tried his hand at a smile, but he wasn't sure if it was successful.
Wufei eyed him carefully for a moment before sitting on the bed. Quatre sighed inwardly and continued undressing. He hesitated when he was down to his pants. Did he really want Wufei to know that he wore tighty-whities? Would he laugh? Surely not, this was Wufei; Straight-faced Wufei. Nervously, Quatre lowered his pants and quickly replaced them with his sweats. He heard a shuffling behind him and when he turned found Wufei lying on his side facing the wall. Quatre suddenly felt panicked. Did he turn away when he saw Quatre without clothes? We he really that disgusted that he just couldn't look at him anymore? Quatre debated leaving the room and sleeping on the couch, but decided he'd rather avoid the piercing stare of Trowa in the morning. He sighed and climbed in the bed, trying his best to not touch Wufei, which was difficult in the small double sized bed, and fell into an uneasy sleep.
When his breathing finally regulated, Wufei sighed with relief. He turned slightly and looked at Quatre, to make sure he really was a sleep. He watched his chest rise and fall slowly and he smiled. He lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling. What was wrong with him? Why was he feeling so heated? He glanced at Quatre again and the feeling grew even more intense. He could feel himself growing aroused at the memory of Quatre wearing nothing but his briefs. He hoped he didn't come across as rude when he turned, but he just couldn't let Quatre see his growing arousal; it was far too embarrassing.
Why did he feel like this? He hadn't felt this way about another person since Meiran died; he wouldn't let himself. But why Quatre? What was it about Quatre that made him feel this way? With Meiran, it was her strength. He admired and loved her determination, and she was very beautiful. He smiled thinking of her. He turned and looked at Quatre. Quatre was strong too; stronger than Wufei had originally thought. After all, Quatre was able to handle the Zero System; Maybe not as well as Heero, but did handle it.
Wufei traced the curves of Quatre's face with his eyes; across his jaw line, down his neck, over his bare chest. Wufei felt himself harden. Quatre really was beautiful. He hadn't really noticed before. Why hadn't he noticed? He lay on his back again and sighed. He had to calm himself down. This just wouldn't do. What would Quatre think if he saw? For some reason the thought of being caught in the act only aroused Wufei even more. He absentmindedly began rubbing himself through the silk pants. An involuntary moan escaped his lips and he closed his eyes. He pictured Quatre – smiling, happy Quatre – in a heavy sweat lying next to him, his hair tussled and his eyes thick with passion. Wufei began openly stroking himself as he imagined Quatre's moans of pleasure and what it would be like to hold him in his arms.
Another moan escaped him as he climaxed, leaving a wet sticky mess in his pants. He sighed in relief and turned to Quatre. He hadn't moved an inch. He really was beautiful. Wufei couldn't deny it any more. He smiled softly and sighed. Satisfied that he hadn't been caught, and slightly embarrassed that he couldn't control himself, he rolled over, his back to Quatre, and fell asleep.
Trowa and Duo finished the dishes and placed them back in their place in the cupboard before finding their way through the dark house to their rooms. The house had no electricity and the only lanterns were the ones in the bedrooms. As soon as Duo shut the door, Trowa lit the small light and hung it on the hook next to the door. Duo looked at him curiously and he shrugged.
"Just so we can get ready for bed easier. I'll blow it out before we go to sleep." He explained.
Duo nodded and made his way to the dresser. He groaned inwardly at the thought of wearing clothes while sleeping. Usually he slept without. Finally he pulled out a pair of loose black pants and walked over to the other corner of the room. Trowa also pulled out a pair of pants along with a white button down the front shirt. He turned towards Duo and pulled his shirt over his head. Duo watched for a moment in indifference before he too began to pull his clothes off. Trowa climbed into the bed just as Duo was pulling his pants on. Duo paused, thinking.
This isn't going to be easy…He thought.
He sat on the bed and wiggled around trying to pull his underwear off without moving his pants. He hated sleeping in underwear; it was so uncomfortable. Trowa watched in amused silence as Duo struggled with his underwear. Finally he managed to pull them off and then collapsed on the bed. Trowa chuckled and fluffed his pillow. Duo turned to him.
"Hey, that's not as easy as it looks, okay?" He complained.
Trowa smirked. "Wouldn't it have been easier to just remove your pants and underwear at the same time and then replace the pants?"
Duo thought about it and paused. "I…guess…" He glared at Trowa. "Shut up!" He shouted and rolled over, facing the wall with a pout on his face.
Trowa rolled his eyes and chuckled as he too rolled over and feel asleep with the amusing antics of Duo dancing through his mind.
Duo berated himself next to Trowa for several seconds. Why didn't he just pull off his pants? It's not like he has anything that Trowa's never seen. Hell, he used to do it a lot during the war. He never cared before. Why did he now? His eyes widened for a split second before he composed himself.
No, that couldn't be the reason…He thought. He turned and watched Trowa's steady breathing. But it makes since…He rolled back over and sighed. I guess she means more to me than I thought…
Silence echoed through the tiny house as the pilots slept. Outside, the gently crashing of the ocean against the shore rocked the ex-pilots to sleep and resonated in their dreams. Had the war been going on, all five men would have been sleeping with one eye opened; ready for a sudden attempt on their lives. But now they all slept peacefully and deeply; Heero with nightmares of a hurt Relena; Quatre with visions of Wufei; Wufei with fantasies of Quatre; Duo with dreams of his perfect match; and Trowa with visions a struggling Duo. If only one of them noticed the dark figure standing on the cliff just above the house…
Okay, finally a little intruige! I know the story's been a bit slow but this is about the point that it's going to pick up a bit. I hope you're all enjoying it so far and I would love to hear your comments. Thanks!
