Author's Note: Quite a few of you seemed to like the previous chapter. Still, I just want to say that I do not advocate the use of violence, such as what happened. Unfortunately, I'm only human and can only feel cathartic and pleased about how it turned out. So, next chapter is here, not much to say about it so enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: slight language, slight shounen ai, situations

The All Intrusive Blond Winner Strikes Again

"You serious? Canceled? That's not good. Nah, I'll just stay in tonight. Bye. No, I don't want to go out. Yes I'm sure. No. Bye. No. Bye. Bye."

Hanging up, Solo cursed the fact that the slut on the other end knew Quatre's home phone. Still, it wasn't entirely unpleasant.

"So what was that about?" asked Duo, curious beyond belief about what the call was about.

Instead of answering straight away, Solo caught his cousin's eye first as the blond was cuddling up with his own boyfriend, both watching him with interest.

"Party's canceled," he reported. "The guest of honor didn't show. Apparently, he was busy down at the hospital's trauma ward, recuperating from a severe beating, and not saying a word about how he got like that. Chang canceled as soon as he found out and is there with him now."

Quatre gave an uncharacteristic smirk as Trowa chuckled to himself. Duo, still out of the loop, was growing ever agitated and wanted some answers.

"Would someone care to tell me what this is all about?" he demanded.

Smirking, Solo simply laid a hand on him and led him to one of the den's chairs, plopping himself down first before forcing Duo onto his lap. He kept in his chuckles as the smaller male squirmed to get out of the embrace the taller blond had on him, ultimately resulting to pouting when all else failed.

"We all know who it was that beat you up yesterday," Solo stated, much to Duo's shock, freezing where he sat. "Don't try to deny it either."

Sighing, unknowingly falling back against the blond's torso, he asked, "So what happened?"

Wicked grins were what answered him before Solo enlightened him verbally. "We cornered the guy and gave him a taste of his own medicine. He shouldn't be bothering you any time soon."

Speechless, Duo turned his head to get a good look at the blond before turning back to look at the other two. After a couple false attempts, he managed to speak, "You guys actually…?"

"You bet," Quatre confirmed, Trowa simply nodding in affirmation. "However, it was Solo who did most of the work. He was the one to send Heero to intensive care, or wherever they put him."

Slowly looking back at Solo, Duo's mouth kept opening in shutting, as if he couldn't decide whether to say something or nothing.

His smirk becoming a perverted grin, Solo spoke first. "I know I'm good-looking but if you want something, you're going to have to ask me." He followed this up with a waggling of his eyebrows, making sure everybody knew what he was talking about.

Duo's eyes widened and he started to try and get away from Solo only to be pulled back and crushed against the blond's stronger torso.

"Quatre!" Duo called out. "He's your cousin! Call him off!"

"I don't think he'll listen to me, no matter how related we are," Quatre stated dryly, snuggling closer to Trowa.

In response, the unibanged teen wrapped his arm around the smaller teen, mirth sparkling in his eyes.

--

That following morning, Duo found himself in his bed, warm beyond belief and loving every minute of it. This was what he liked: waking up slowly to a beautiful morning, knowing there wasn't any school, and just laying about in a warm, comfortable bed.

Breathing in deeply and letting it out, he closed his eyes and snuggled into the mattress. When he thought about last night, he did not recall getting into his bed for some reason. Probably fell asleep on the couch or something and Quatre dragged him here. Hoping to get some more peaceful shut eye, he turned his body around, turning his head away from the window as he did so.

Then he stopped as he felt his face rub up against something solid and hot.

Shifting back slightly, he opened his eyes to see what this new mystery was. His eyes dilated as he found himself looking straight at a broad chest. His surprise soon faded and he now looked as if this was something that happened to him every day. Taking in the rest of the body that the chest belonged to, he figured out easily who was taking up so much of his personal space.

Solo.

What was it about his guy? Did he enjoy hogging up his personal space or something? Still, he couldn't complain about this. How many times had he wanted to wake up with somebody else next to him, not recovering from the aftereffects of an alcohol binge?

Hey…

Slowing moving his head so that he could look down, he lifted comforter up and looked under. Just what he thought. How he hadn't noticed that Solo had an arm wrapped around him, he would never know but that hand had just done something it shouldn't have.

While it was flattering that he had been groped, the groper was not conscious, thus taking the personal satisfaction, or whatever else it could be called, out of it. Sigh, this just wouldn't do.

Removing the appendage off his person, Duo squirmed away from the blond whose face now had a pout. Grinning wickedly, Duo set his feet on Solo's chest, then with all his might, pushed the blond back, sliding him to the end of the bed. Solo seemed just to remain in place for a bit before gravity took over and he disappeared from sight.

"What the hell?!" came Solo's loud bellow as his transition from unconsciousness to consciousness hit with a suddenness that had him awake and becoming a close personal friend of the floor. As he pushed himself up on to his hands and knees a weight on his back forced him to go plummeting back down to the carpet.

"Care to explain to me what you are doing in my room, Tree Trunk?" Duo inquired wryly.

"It's a free country, I can do what I want!" Solo growled back, turning his head ever just so so he could aim a glare up at him.

"True, it is a free country," Duo replied, "but last I checked, sexual harassment is a crime."

"What? I haven't harassed you!"

"What do you call those little gropes you were giving me a couple minutes ago?"

"I was asleep a couple minutes ago! And I was having a good dream too!"

"Good dream or not, if you what to grope, do it when you're conscious."

Giving Duo a perverted grin, he said, "Conscious huh? So you mean I could—"

"Not right now," Duo interrupted. "The moment's passed anyway. Go take a cold shower or something if you have hormonal problems."

Standing up, putting his weight down on Solo's back, Duo smirked in triumph as he heard Solo huff beneath him and took a step towards the door.

Once the braided one was gone, Solo looked up to glare at the now open door. However, that glare turned into something more devious as the blond said to himself, "I love it when they play hard to get."

--

"Morning Mr. Winner," Duo greeted as he entered the dining room for his breakfast. It had been what, two days since he had food this early in the day?

Quatre's father looked up as the braided one and replied, "Morning to you too, Duo. Sit down and help yourself."

Noticing the morning paper on the table, Duo stole the comics section away as he filled his plate up with pancakes, sausage, bacon, the works, drowning it all with syrup before digging in and reading.

Man, it had been so long since he had a warm breakfast. Living on cold cereal was hard enough. He didn't want to have to go back to that any time soon. However, he would have to get as much as he could while he had the chance. He didn't know how long this arrangement would last after all, and one could be hospitable for so long.

It was after he had finished the comics and pilfered the front page that the two diners had company in the form of Solo. The blond had changed into some sweats and a wifebeater, his hair still damp from following Duo's suggestion of a shower. Duo had just finished drenching his second helping when Solo happened to glance at it.

"You're actually going to eat that?" Solo asked, seemingly shocked that someone could put so much syrup on so little food.

"I like syrup," Duo simply answered before taking a bite of his second helping. Swallowing, he added, "Especially maple."

Shaking his head, Solo sat down next to him and helped himself to his own breakfast.

Throughout all that, Mr. Winner seemed to have no interest other than focusing his attention on the business section of the newspaper.

Taking the time away from stuffing his face, Duo took a good look at his companion, taking in the exposed parts of the blond's physique, confirming the suspicions he had had about him. The guy definitely had some muscle on him and from what he heard, it was all tough.

"You work out much?" he asked conversationally.

Glancing at him, Solo answered, "Three times a week."

"Where do you usually go?"

"I use the gym here."

A thought occurred to Duo and he asked, "Really? I thought you liked giving your money away to…what did you call them again… That's right, 'so called fitness experts.'"

"I only said that to get on my cousin's nerves," Solo replied, taking an eye off his breakfast to glance at Duo. "Why you so curious all of a sudden?"

"Just getting some answers to some questions that have been floating around my head, that's all," Duo answered smoothly.

Smirking, Solo asked, "You interested in me or something?" waggling his eyebrows as he did so.

"You wish," Duo bluffed as he put his last morsel in his mouth. Knowing that he could leave his plate and eating utensils on the table, he said, "I'm going to go wash up. Enjoy your meal Tree Trunk."

Solo watched the braided one depart, his attention only being diverted at the sound of someone clearing their throat. Looking to his uncle, Solo raised an eyebrow in question.

His uncle merely chuckled before commenting, "First time I ever heard that, Tree Trunk. Very original."

Grumbling to himself, Solo returned back to his breakfast but he was soon prevented by his uncle's next words.

"I'd like to have a talk with you Solomon," Uncle Raberba stated, "and it concerns that young man. I want you to listen to what I say, understand?"

Knowing he had no way out of this, Solo sighed and gave his uncle his full undivided attention.

--

Duo always loved taking a shower at Quatre's. Mr. Winner had the top of the line shower heads and he enjoyed the way that the water would lightly massage his body, even as he scrubbed himself with body wash and shampooed his long, unbraided hair. He'd remain in the shower just letting the water spray on him for no other reason than to do so. The Winners had money; they could afford a high water bill.

Still, that didn't mean that the hot water would last forever and old habits forced him to turn off the flow of water. Now came the part that he didn't really like: squeezing the excess water out of his long hair. It was the only hassle he had with it, other than other people yanking it of course. Twisting the hair and squeezing as hard as he was able to, he was pleased to see water drip out of his long mane. Once he was finished here, there would really only be one thing needed to be done and that was to comb and braid the thing.

Drying himself off, he wrapped a towel around his waist and then another on his head to try and dry his hair off even more. He returned to his room, pulling out a pair of boxers and pants, putting both articles of clothes on before unwrapping the towel on his head as he fished out his brush.

Now for one of his most favorite times of the day…

As he sat down on his bed, ready to commence today's brushing session, a voice from the doorway intruded.

"Ya need any help?"

Sparing the intruding Solo a look, Duo replied, "Don't you ever knock?"

"Only when I feel like it," the blond countered, moving closer to the unbraided one. "Here let me do that."

"You think you can handle it?" Duo inquired, eyeing the blond.

Holding a few strands of long, blond hair, Solo said, "Heeellllllllllooooooo? I think I can handle it." Taking the brush out of his hands, he batted Duo's hands away gently and maneuvered himself behind him. "Just relax and I'll take care of it."

"Suit yourself," Duo said.

The first few strokes weren't comfortable as resistance was heaviest at this point but the more the brush combed through his mane, the more enjoyable it became. He leaned back on his hands and closed his eyes focusing purely on the pleasurable sensations he was experiencing. This was the first time he had let anybody brush his hair for him and now he could see the positives in allowing somebody to do it.

From his vantage, Solo smirked gently down at Duo, his strokes firm and gentle. He could easily imagine what Duo was feeling since he himself had long hair. It was always pleasurable to have someone brush your hair, especially if the person doing the brushing is experienced.

Duo was definitely enjoying this. He deserved it. From what he knew, life hadn't given him much and what it did give him was nothing good. Still, he wouldn't mind getting to know the guy even more. Perhaps one day, Duo could brush his hair…

Was it wishful thinking to think like that? Not when you are Solo Winner.

Resistance is futile.