Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: slight language, shounen ai, hints of kink

The Bold and the Blond

It had been sudden and happened without warning. One minute, Solo had been walking down the hall, still brewing over what Quatre had said to him and the next minute became a blur. Before he knew it, he was flat on his back with one angry Duo glaring down at him while straddling his waist.

Now if this isn't provocative…

"What the hell…" Duo grounded out, his violet eyes blazing.

Solo tilted his head innocently. "'What the hell' what?"

"Don't play dumb blonde with me!" Duo snarled. "What the hell was that back there?!"

"You're going to have to be specific if you want me to answer ya," Solo said slowly, risking more fury from the braided teen above him.

"That kiss, damn it!" Duo shouted.

"Oh that," Solo replied. "Well, it's precisely what it was. A kiss."

"That's not what I meant and you know it," Duo growled, his face coming dangerously close to Solo's face. "Now," he began, "you're going to tell me what I want to know or I will rip it off like a paper towel, got it?"

While that threat to remove little Solo was quite intimidating, Solo forced himself to remain cool. "I thought you were cute and I couldn't pass up the chance." Okay, that might not have been the best thing to say but it seemed to have an effect on the would-be castrator.

"Huh?" Duo's face was scrunched up in confusion, the eyes that once blazed with anger now smoldered with puzzlement.

Taking the opportunity presented, Solo flipped them over so that he would be on top…only to find himself pinned back onto the carpeted floor a few seconds later.

"Nuh, uh, uh," Duo chided malevolently. "I'm not done with you yet."

"Oh? What else do you want to do with me…or is it to me?" Solo asked, his grin perverted.

"Nothing that you're thinking about," Duo quipped.

"Aw man…" Solo whined.

"Mind out of the gutter!" Duo snapped. "Now let me get this straight. You just, out of nowhere, kiss me because you thought I was cute for…what?...a few seconds? Am I understanding this correctly?"

"Hell no!" Solo blurted out before snapping his mouth shut.

"Oh? Then why did you do it?" Duo pressed.

Yeah, why had he done it? He did know why but he wouldn't be talking anytime soon, nope, no way. His lips were sealed. Still, it didn't seem like Duo would be moving until he received some sort of satisfactory answer.

Which was something he was not willing to supply but would either have to or make something up.

So few choices…

"Are you just going to lie there or say something?"

Refocusing on the braided teen above him, the violet eyes boring into him, Solo smirked. "You really want to know why?"

Frowning, Duo shot back, "That's what I've been saying for the past five minutes already!"

"Well…" Solo trailed off mischievously, purposely drawing it out so as to build up the tension. "I wasn't lying when I said you were cute. You're cute all the time. I couldn't resist."

Seeing the look of surprise on the braided one's face was great and Solo was in the middle of mentally congratulating himself when Duo took action. What the teen did was not something that the blond had been expecting.

Duo had quickly leaned down and kissed him.

It had only lasted a couple seconds but that was more than enough to trump the Winner. His green eyes had widened to their furthest extent, shock clearly evident. His jaw had slowly opened to the point that he was gaping.

It was a good thing there weren't any flies about…

It was now Duo who was smirking. "Don't make too much out of this," he said. "I'm not that easy. If you want me, you're going to have to work for it, pal. You gotta earn my respect, friendship, and admiration before you can even contemplate those more…mature thoughts."

"And which ones do I have?" Solo asked, failing miserably to hide his eagerness.

Flicking the blond's nose and not answering, Duo continued to smile cheekily as he pushed himself off of him. Walking away from the blond, Duo paused at the door before giving Solo a cheeky look. "Which ones do you think you have?" he teased. With that, he vanished through the doorway.

Letting his head flop back onto the carpeted floor, Solo couldn't help but let an uncharacteristic grin form on his lips.

"I love it when they play hard to get," he sighed dreamily.

--

The rush that was overwhelming the braided teen's body was indescribable. He had never done something so…bold. Yeah, that was the word. Bold. Something so unlike him…yet it felt so…good. He wondered what exactly the blond was going to do next when…his logical side popped his bubble.

Damn it Maxwell, you're getting too far ahead of yourself! It's obvious that he's a player! He's just too damn good at doing that stuff! Plus, you hardly know this guy! You don't know what he's capable of…

However, that side of him was having to compete for his undivided attention against some more…explicit thoughts that kept interrupting the internal rant.

Damn, he really needed to get laid… Too bad he hadn't gotten laid yet so he could know what all the fuss was about. The curse of being a social outcast was truly terrible…

But still, he didn't know the guy very well. He had barely known him for a week for Christ's sake! He couldn't assume with this guy. The last time he had assumed had been with that guy Quatre had hooked him up with, a guy who happened to lack a certain piece of male anatomy.

However, he couldn't get out of his head the memories of the times when Solo's arms had been around him. He could remember those strong embraces performed by strong arms that were tough yet so gentle and a powerful body, from what he had seen of it anyway, that was so soft…

He was definitely a killer, somebody that needed to be watched, just in case. He had all the right combinations of looks and build that could win over anybody when a certain attitude or personality was displayed. There was no doubt in Duo's mind that the blond teen knew this and could wield them effectively.

That was the cold, harsh reality of it, no matter the evidence to the contrary. He hadn't gotten as far as he had in his life by being stupid.

Maybe he was thinking too much about this, maybe overdoing it a bit. What could he do to take his mind off of it though? Well, there was all that stuff Solo had bought for him. Maybe he could fool around with it, maybe learn how to use those iPod things he had been given.

Getting back to his room, he paused as he took in his latest guest. Quatre was sitting in the middle of the room, dressed in a robe and fiddling the newly bought laptop. Quatre more than likely had a better understanding of how to use, or maybe even set up, the thing. If it couldn't be plugged in and couldn't cook, the braided one had no idea how to use it and the laptop most certainly didn't fit into that second category.

"I didn't see you there!" Quatre suddenly greeted, grinning warmly at him over his shoulder. "When did you get the computer?"

"Your cousin bought it for me today," he answered as he walked into his room, plopping himself right next to the blond. "I have no idea how to set this stuff up and last I saw, Solo was doing that."

"He didn't do too bad of a job," Quatre commented with a smirk. "I was just tweaking a few things, that's all."

"Tweaking?"

"Just taking care of a few things that Solo missed, that's all. Where is he by the way?"

"Left him in one of the guestrooms."

Quatre raised an eyebrow. "And what is he doing in one of the guestrooms?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Duo muttered.

"Try me."

"Well, it started off with the guy kissing me in the kitchen. I kinda ambushed him and threw him into the nearest room," Duo explained sheepishly, a hand scratching the back of his head.

"Solo kissed you?" Quatre asked, apparently surprised. His face then twisted into a wicked look. "So how was it?"

"It was…" Duo paused, spacing out as he tried to find the right word. How could he describe something like that? Apparently, the look on his face seemed to give the blond the answer that he wanted.

"That good, huh?" he teased.

Snapping out of it, Duo retorted, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you do," he cheerfully replied. "So, was it just lips or did he use tongue?"

Duo stared at him weirdly. "You did not just say that," he deadpanned.

"Of course I did. Now spill!"

"There ain't no way I'm saying anything Q so you might as well go find Trowa and get it out of your system. By the way, where is Trowa?"

"Where do you think?" Quatre answered predatorily. "He's taking a nice nap right now."

"That good of a workout, huh?" Duo commented.

"Yep," Quatre stated with pride. Eyeing the few CD cases on the floor, the blond directed his attention towards them. "You got some new ones, huh? Ooh! Where did you find this one! I've been looking for it forever! Can I borrow it for a little bit? Pretty please!"

"Right after I'm through with it," Duo answered. "Now, I need to ask a favor."

"Anything Duo."

"How do you do this iTune stuff? How do you get the music into the computer?" Duo asked, befuddled by all the high tech stuff.

"It's iTunes, with an 's,' and yes, I'll help you out," Quatre readily answered.

The course of the next few minutes was explaining and demonstrating how to use the iTunes program and how to get it all onto the iPod. Duo seemed giddy once one CD was loaded and completed and, bouncing like an excited kid, he was putting in the next CD, an enormous smile on his face.

It was moments like these when Quatre wished he had a camera on him.

As the blond Winner was leaving, he was stopped by one last question uttered by his braided friend. "What outfit are you wearing anyway? Is it #5 or is it #12?"

Smirking, Quatre glanced back and answered, "Neither. It's the #17."

"You really are playing rough with him, aren't you?"

"It's his new favorite," Quatre shrugged as he began to make his way back to his boyfriend. "I think he's had enough time to rest anyway. I'll see you later Duo."

Muttering a small prayer for the unibanged teen, Duo pushed the matter out of his mind and focused on more pressing needs.

--

"It's good to hear from you again, Raberba!" greeted the voice of Ezekiel Winner.

""It certainly is," agreed Raberba, speaking into the phone.

"So how's Solomon?" asked a worried Ezekiel. "He hasn't fallen back into his old habits, has he?"

"He hasn't yet," Raberba answered. "However, I will still keep an eye on him. I haven't forgotten why he is staying here in the first place. Anyway, the boy is doing well. In fact, he's made a friend here already."

"A friend? Why am I suddenly on guard?" Ezekiel joked, though he was anything but cheerful.

"I know who the young lad is; he's a friend of Quatre's as well," Raberba explained. "Solomon has taken quite an interest in him."

"What kind of interest?"

"Well, earlier today, I was told that he had taken young Duo out and bought him a few things using his own money. That's not all though. I noticed during dinner he kept looking at Duo."

"How was he looking at him? He's not planning to hurt the boy, is he?"

"From what I've seen, the intent is not there. However, Duo has his own demons and I think they might be able to really temper Solomon, show him how good the life he lives is and perhaps it'll be the catalyst for him to straighten his act. As much as I don't like it, I'm going to have to keep those two in close proximity with each other, whether they like it or not, even though it doesn't seem either would object to it."

"What about my nephew? How's he taking to Solomon stealing his friend away?"

"Oddly enough, I've never seen him happier. I think I might be getting some unwitting assistance from that quarter."

"I hate it when you talk like that. It makes it sound like we're some sleazy criminals or something. It really puts a foul taste in my mouth."

"I understand where you're coming from, unfortunately it's necessary. Solomon's on his last chance and he can't afford to screw it up unless he wants to find himself living without the Winner fortune keeping him comfortable. However, I think there is a real good chance that Solomon might be able to redeem himself and even secure his place in the future of WEI. My best regards go out to him in this endeavor; he really has begun to grow on me a bit."

"At least something positive is coming out of this. I hate all this secrecy and everything that comes with it."

"You don't have to tell me that twice Ezekiel. I'll call you later and give you an update on Solomon, if you wish."

"I would really appreciate that Raberba. Thank you for all that you are doing. It really means a lot to me."

"Think nothing of it. What are brothers for if not to help one another? If we can not depend on each other then who can we depend on?"