Chapter Eight

The morning went by in silence and discomfort. All of the friends were worried about their nightly visitor and all were on edge waiting for Sally to relocate them. No one spoke and most spent their time in solitude, playing and replaying the night through their heads.

Duo sat on the bed he shared with Trowa with his eyes focused on the quilted pattern of the comforter. He wasn't really looking at it but it helped him to concentrate when he focused on something. Duo was trying to remember if he had heard anything during the night.

Let's see…Trowa and I got into bed after we finished the dishes...I changed…He chuckled. Or should I say that Trowa made fun of me for changing. He shook his head as he remembered Trowa's teasing. Shaking his head hard, he tried for focus on the comforter again. Okay, back to real…let's see…I laid down and thought about…about her. Duo smiled. Again his thoughts wandered and the face of Catherine Bloom entered his mind. Duo and Cathy had been on only three dates but they had all been wonderful in Duo's mind. They hadn't told anyone because they weren't sure if what they were feeling was real. Duo, on the other hand, had known since day one that he was in love. In fact, he was planning on telling her that when Sally ordered him into hiding. He sighed and thought about Trowa. He still hadn't told him about his feelings for Cathy. He didn't want to mention it until he had spoken with her but now he was in very close quarters with him and it was tearing him up inside. Trowa was his good friend and he couldn't stand it that he couldn't tell him.

Again he shook his head hard. He had to focus. I fell asleep thinking of her…and then that dream…Duo's dream filled his mind as though it had only just happened. He was laying on the bed…his bed; the one back in his apartment. He was on the bed and there was someone standing in the corner. He couldn't see who at first, but he wasn't afraid. He sat up and looked closer. It was Catherine. She was smiling and wearing the most beautiful red dress. It clung to her curves and left very little to the imagination. She approached Duo and held out her hand. Duo took it and stood. Suddenly he was no longer in his bedroom but a fancy ballroom. Looking down at himself he realized he was in a tux and they were dancing. They danced for what seemed like ages. Finally he stopped her and kissed her. Suddenly the ballroom had vanished and they were back in his bedroom. He was on top of her; kissing her; holding her; until she flipped him over and began to do the most wonderful things with her mouth. Duo felt himself growing hard at the memory. The more he thought about it the more it seemed to scare him. In his dream, Cathy had brought him to climax. Duo had awoken during his orgasm. At the time, he hadn't thought much of it and quickly went back to sleep, but now Duo was concerned. He jumped off the bed and ran to his side. He quickly removed the blankets and searched. Nothing. It was clean. When Heero had slammed the front door and woke him up, his body was clean. There were no signs of a wet dream. If there were, his sweat pants would have been sticky.

Duo gasped and suddenly felt faint. He realized that when he woke mid-orgasm that his pants had been removed. Never in his life had be removed his pants in his sleep so why would he now? Frightened and still slightly confused, Duo leapt from the bed and burst through the bedroom door to find Trowa was sitting on the couch with Quatre while Wufei and Heero were in the kitchen. At the sound of Duo's outburst, Wufei and Heero walked into the living room and stared at him quizzically.

Duo opened his mouth to speak but he wasn't sure what he wanted to say. After all, he hadn't figured anything out; he only noticed something strange; something that could prove to be very embarrassing. He paused and looked at the confused eyes looking at him and then sighed. He relaxed and moved to sit in one of the arm chairs. Wufei and Heero exchanged puzzled glances and then returned to the kitchen. Quatre glanced at Trowa before clearing his throat.

"Are…you okay, Duo?" He asked.

Duo smirked and shrugged. "Yeah. Sorry, thought I remembered something. But it's nothing."

Quatre smiled warmly and nodded while Trowa raised a brow. It was obvious that Duo wasn't about to talk about it so neither of the men wanted to ask. Instead, Trowa stood up and stretched his arms over his head.

"I think I'm going to take a nap until breakfast." He turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. His plan was that Quatre would be able to get something out of Duo and he would have a better chance of doing that if they were alone. Trowa turned into the room after closing the door and noticed the bed covers were thrown around. He raised a brow and glanced back at the closed door where he knew Duo was sitting. Turning back to the bed Trowa noticed it was only Duo's side that was pulled apart.

"What was he doing?" Trowa muttered to himself. He shrugged it off, silently hoped that Quatre would get it out of him, and lay down on his side of the bed. Just as he lay down he suddenly became panicked. If Duo was looking through the bed then did he see… Trowa stood and carefully pulled his own covers back to survey his side of the bed. Clean. He sighed and lay back down.

Good, last thing I need is to get caught pleasuring myself while watching him sleep. He sighed and closed his eyes. His thoughts wandered back to the night he spent with Duo. It was magical as far as he was concerned. It had been a long time since the war and in that time Trowa had slowly grown more attracted to Duo. His attraction had grown to something bordering on obsession and Trowa had a hard time controlling himself around the braided man. It was the reason he never joined the Preventors. He wasn't sure he could handle being so close to the man he thought of every night before he went to bed.

His conscious told him he was sick and needed help, but there was another part that still hoped that Duo would return his feelings one day. He sighed again and started to drift off to sleep when something occurred to him. He never cleaned up after himself; how did the bed sheets remain dry? At the very least they should be stiff with the dried semen. He stood and again began to inspect the bed. Still nothing. He stood up and stared at a point on the wall. Could that be what Duo was looking for? But surely not, Duo was sound asleep when Trowa climaxed. But maybe…maybe Duo had a wet dream and…Trowa walked over to Duo's side of the bed and searched it as well. It was dry and very clean.

Could this be what Duo was worried about? Trowa stood again and looked over at the closed door. Why would their sheets be clean? They didn't have any spare ones, and they couldn't have been washed so quickly. What is going on here?


Wufei eventually left Heero and found himself in the sanctuary of his bedroom. His excuse was to get in some meditation before the meal was finished cooking, but in reality he wanted time to think things out. He sat on the bed in a meditative pose and closed his eyes. All night his dreams were filled with visions of Quatre. Yes, he was concerned about the man who wanted them dead, but as far as he was concerned, that issue couldn't be dealt with until Sally arrived for them. Until then, he had to focus on more immediate events. He was humiliated that he had been so aroused that he masturbated while Quatre was in the bed. Why hadn't he been able to control himself? And the rest of the night hadn't been any better. His dreams were full of passion and all of them ended in a climax of some sort. At one point during the night Wufei actually had to change his pants because they were soaking in his release. The thoughts embarrassed him and angered him. He was angry that he lost control and embarrassed at what Quatre might think if he ever found out. What if it happened again tonight? Wufei couldn't let that happen. Not again.

He opened his eyes and stared at the place Quatre had slept. He pictured the small blond laying peacefully on the bed next to him and he felt himself harden. Why couldn't he control himself? He lay down on his stomach with his face in Quatre's pillow. It was still full of Quatre's sent and Wufei found himself reveling in the smell. The smell of the pillow reminded Wufei of his dreams. That smell surrounded him in his dreams and he found himself growing harder. Quatre was under him; Wufei was in control and Quatre didn't mind. When Wufei had climaxed in bed, he woke to feel it spatter across his chest. At the time he was too tired to clean it and too aroused to care of Quatre caught him.

Suddenly Wufei sat bolt upright and jerked his head over to his side of the bed. He never cleaned his chest up; yet, when he awoke, he was clean. Why? He searched the room, looking for something he might have used to clean himself with in his sleep but the only thing that showed signed of sexual climax was his silk pants; and only on the inside. He stood and looked down his nose at the bed. Something was going on and he didn't like it.


Okay, there's chapter eight. I realise this chapter might be a little confusing but I promise it'll be explained later. If anyone has any questions you're more than welcome to message me via my profile page. I don't mind answering questions. Anyway, I hope you're all enjoying the story! Happy Reading!