Author's Note: By now, you've all have found out that I've upped the rating on this baby. That's right, it's rated M from now on. I hope you were all satisfied with last chapter, just be prepared for a more relaxed chapter this time around but don't get too comfy. Got a turbulent ride up ahead. On a lighter note, how about some more enthusiasm with my little poll? June 30th is the last day before I close it down and thus far, a remake of "The Deathdealer" is assured. So c'mon, it won't take long to answer a yes-or-no question. I want to see what y'all think.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: language, shounen ai

Waking Up With a Sore…

Her life was ruined! Last night had been the worst of her life! She had been publicly refused by the star of her fantasies, been dumped by her current boy toy, and abandoned by all her friends.

As she ran through the hallways of her home, intent on reaching the one person that she knew who could fix this, Dorothy felt the hot flame of rage fill her to the core. She wasn't going to take this! She was going to make things the way they should be! Her grandfather would make sure of that, just as he had time and again before.

Barging into her grandfather's study, she cried out for the old man, receiving his attention from where he sat behind his enormous oak desk, his musings cut short because of her sudden interruption.

"Yes, what is it Dorothy?" the old man grounded irritably. It really did look like he was in the middle of something but at the moment, she could have cared less since this was more important.

"Grandfather!" she cried out. "I need your help!"

"And what do you need?"

"My boyfriend dumped me!" she wailed. "My friends don't want to have anything to do with me, and it's all the fault of this mean boy at school!"

"What do you want me to possibly do about it?" her grandfather asked, annoyed. "Get you another boyfriend?"

"Could you?" she asked, desperately.

"Depends on who it is," her grandfather replied. "Just tell me who it is and I'll see what I can do."

"His name is Solo Winner," Dorothy started eagerly before being interrupted.

"Winner? Is this Solo related to Raber—I mean Quatre Winner?"

"He's his cousin," Dorothy answered, curious as to what her grandfather was thinking.

"I'll see what I can do about him," her grandfather finally said carefully. "Now, tell me about this mean boy you spoke of."

"His name is Duo Maxwell," Dorothy spat. "He's the one responsible for making my boyfriend break up with me and he's also keeping me away from gaining the affections of Solo."

"Did you say 'Maxwell?'" her grandfather asked suddenly.

"Yes, that's his last name," Dorothy answered, unsure of where the old man was going with this.

"What is this Maxwell's relationship to this specific Winner that you speak of?"

"How do you mean?" Dorothy asked, undeniably confused.

"Are they friends? Acquaintances? I need more details Dorothy."

"I guess you could say they are friends," Dorothy answered uneasily.

Her grandfather remained silent for quite a bit, unnerving the girl with each passing minute. What was he thinking of?

Finally, her grandfather spoke up. "I'm sorry Dorothy, but I am not able to help you out with your latest situation. I'm busy with something more important right now so please, do not disturb me unless it is really important."

Dorothy could not believe this. Her problem wasn't important?

"But Grandfather!" she pleaded.

"Enough Dorothy!" the old man snapped. "I have no time for this petty nonsense. I am a busy man and I have more important work to deal with. Now leave me be!"

Holding her tears in until she exited her grandfather's study, she fled back to her room.

Meanwhile, Durban Jefferson Dermail was still considering what he had just been told by his granddaughter. The cogs in his head were turning and a plan was being developed. Yes, yes, this might…no, it would work!

Mr. Romafellor would definitely be pleased with this. All he had to do was iron out the details and then put it into motion.

And he had Dorothy to thank for this.

--

As Duo's violet eyes cracked open to welcome in the brand new day, they immediately clamped shut as soon as any sort of dim light reached them. There was no way he was going to be getting up from where he was anytime soon.

He was nice and toasty right where he was and he would be damned if he moved an inch from where he laid. It wasn't every day where he found himself in a bed, wrapped up in the tight embrace of a handsome young man, and positively glowing from the previous night's activities, you know.

Now that he recalled last night, he suddenly came to conclusion that his ass hurt.

That hadn't happened since the time he fell down the stairs at his apartment.

And no, he won't get into detail about it.

But that was neither here nor there. What was here was him being kept comfortably warm by another completely nude body that was like a fucking furnace and he couldn't help but snuggle closer to it. If only he could have done this sooner.

Wait, there was a downside that he noticed. Despite how much fun last night was, the results of their coupling remained on them and was quite dry. Eww… Now how was he going to clean this crap off?

"Morning," a deep voice purred in his ear. He had been so focused on the dry mess between their bodies that he hadn't noticed that his bedmate had returned from the land of unconsciousness and had a very contented smile on his face.

"Someone sounds happy," Duo commented as he raised his head up.

"And why wouldn't I be?" Solo queried as his embrace around the braided one tightened.

In answer, Duo leaned in and pecked him on the lips.

"I like that answer," Solo sighed happily as he nuzzled the braided one's hair.

"So now what?" Duo asked as soon as he managed to gather up enough of himself.

"Hm?"

"You know, what do we do from here on in?"

"There are a few things I can think of," Solo said slyly.

"That's not what I meant and you know it," Duo stated blandly. "I'm being serious here."

"So am I."

"You're impossible," Duo sighed.

"And you wouldn't have me any other way."

"Let's start with something more basic," Duo began. "How about we get up and have some breakfast or something?"

"I have an idea. Why don't we go into the shower and I can have you for breakfast there, then at lunch I have you in that chair over there, then I have you for dinner on the floor, and finally for desert I have you in this bed?"

"Is sex really going to be the only thing that we're going to be doing?" Duo sighed. It wasn't as if he didn't like. That would be further from the truth. It just was he didn't think he could spend the rest of his life with a sore ass.

"Nah, I was just teasing," Solo jested. "Don't think that that's all we're gonna be doing. You got me now and you're stuck with me. However, I was serious about the shower."

"You still want to do me in there?"

"No, I was just thinking we should clean up. Man, I resent your dirty thoughts!"

Duo blushed hotly and crushed his face into Solo's chest to hide it.

"Then after we're cleaned, I was thinking about having breakfast in bed," Solo continued, blithely unaware of Duo's blush. "What do you think about that?"

"Sounds good," Duo answered. Solo really seemed sincere about this…

"Then lets get to it!" Solo chirped as he slid out from the covers, pulling Duo with him. Before the braided one could do anything, Solo held him bridal style against him, marching over to the private bath.

"What do you think you're…?" Duo demanded.

"I still want to clean up with ya," Solo replied. "Course, I was thinking more like taking a bath than a shower. What do you think?"

--

Leaving Duo to rest in his bedroom, Solo walked casually down to the kitchen in only a robe. Hey, it was better than being butt-naked and he didn't feel like getting dressed today anyway.

Everything seemed so much brighter this morning and he had a real good idea what was the cause of that. Now, what was he going to cook up to bring up to his little braided lover boy? Deciding that some fresh, crisp flapjacks were the best way to go, he sent his order in to the kitchen and waited impatiently for it to be prepared.

Pfft, as if he was going to be the one to cook it. Just because he had to take a Home Ec. class did not mean he was going to be using any of that crap anyway.

As he waited for his order, he was joined by a robed Quatre who looked very bright this morning as well. The smaller blond took only one look at him and nodded knowingly as he came to stand right next to the taller male.

"Have a good night?" Quatre inquired.

"You bet," Solo answered, a grin forming at the memories of last night.

"You think Duo liked it?" Quatre asked next.

"Oh yeah," Solo answered, his grin growing even wider.

"So what are you up to now?"

"Breakfast, Q, breakfast in bed to tell the truth. I'm just waiting for it to come out."

"Have anything planned for today?"

"Not really; just going to play by ear. I think I'll let Duo decide what we do."

"Are you feeling all right?" Quatre asked in concern.

"Yeah. Why?"

"You usually don't let Duo decide anything. You just do the things yourself and force Duo along for the ride."

"Hey, I don't do that all the time!"

A simple look from Quatre spoke better than anything he could have actually said.

"Okay, you might have a point," Solo admitted sheepishly.

"Might?"

Fortunately for Solo, the pancakes were finished and brought out to him. "Well look at the time! Mustn't keep Duo waiting," Solo scrambled as he made as hasty exit as he could, Quatre's amused look following after him all the way.

--

Having breakfast in bed was actually a first for Duo and it was something he was determined to repeat again and again. He couldn't really pinpoint what it was about the activity that he liked. Maybe it was because he was reclining in a nice, soft, comfortable bed as he ate? Or maybe it was because Solo insisted on feeding him himself? Regardless, he found both activities pleasurable.

So, he was now just lying in the bed, waiting for Solo to return from taking the dirty dishes back down to the kitchen or wherever it was he had to take the them. He was having one of those moments where he had no energy to do much of anything except lie around and think, though he wasn't doing much of the latter.

He could honestly say that at the moment, life was perfect.

As if things couldn't get any better, Solo finally made his reappearance, closing and locking the bedroom door behind him as he made his way to the bed. He freed himself of his robe and slipped in under the covers that were definitely still soiled from last night, sliding over until their bodies were once more next to each other.

Ah, now this was the life.

"Never knew you could be so cuddly," Solo commented wryly as he felt the braided one snuggle into him.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," Duo mumbled, shutting his eyes contently.

"Would you like to change that?" Solo asked.

"Not right now, don't feel like it."

Solo cracked a smile as he watched the braided one indulgently. "Feeling lazy or something?"

"Yeah or it just may be the fact my ass is still sore."

"Oh, so you're not too lazy to make a witty comeback, huh?"

In reply, Duo shifted his body and straddled the blond, all the while never losing skin contact. Solo lightly wound his arms around the small body and waited patiently for the braided one's response. Feeling the arms draped lightly around him, Duo allowed himself to just use the blond as one large body pillow. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the side of his head ended up resting on Solo's chest, just over the blond's beating heart. The heartbeat was setting a rhythm that was lulling the braided one into a dazed stupor.

It just seemed like life was just getting better and better…

Not feeling up to just laying there and doing nothing, Solo wove Duo's braid around his hand and arm, ultimately resting his hand on top of Duo's head and instigating a light petting session that seemed to make Duo just melt into him.

Solo just couldn't get enough of this guy!

"So," Solo growled into Duo's ear, "you think you're up to doing something? You know, something fun?"

"My ass' still sore," Duo mumbled into Solo's chest.

"I can make that all better," Solo purred.

"And if I say no?"

"Then I won't do anything."

Blinking sleepily up at Solo, Duo acquiesced with a nod and a contented smile. To tell the truth, he was kinda looking forward to what the blond had in store for him and if last night was anything to judge by, he could expect to be on the receiving end of such…

Hello…ooh yeah, that was it…