Author's Note: And if you think that is the last of the twists…think again. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: a few swear words, an implied male activity…

Reflections in a Mirror

Who did that Solo think he was? Quatre fumed as he stomped down the hallways of his home, his destination being his own bedroom.

How dare that blond menace even think that Duo was his?! Duo was nobody's…yet. And he, Quatre, would be the one to claim Duo as his and no other! It was time to turn the charm up a bit, entice his one and only God of Death to his bed and offer himself up as a sacrifice. He could see it all now…and the visage was erotic…very erotic…he could almost…

Oh no…

Looking down, his fantasy had produced an unforeseen but not surprising result, the major clue being that it was a tiny bit harder to walk. Fortunately, he had just reached his room, which had its own private bath. Yes, a little "me" time and he'd be ready to show off his wares.

And that dumbass rose sender be damned! Whoever it was had caused him to delay for too long. And now his prospects were endangered. Well, no more waiting, no more stalling, it was time to go for the checkmate.

But first…he needed to take care of something more immediate.

Already having an image, he got down to his dirty work. He was an expert by now, knowing so many tricks…but with newfound knowledge comes tolerance. This was going to take a bit.

Maybe longer than that.

His eyes were closed, picturing a fantasy that he had pictured time and again, always getting more descriptive, always more elaborate, always some new twist that he never thought he could imagine…

Finally! It was over. That was great…

Eh?

It was at that moment that Quatre caught a look of himself in the mirror. It wasn't the pose he found himself in, it was something else… Ignoring everything but his reflection, he eyed his reflected face, searching for something, something that was at the surface but didn't completely show itself…

Then it hit him and he jumped back.

No way…

That wasn't…it couldn't be…

For a moment, just a small moment, he had seen it and it scared him. A face sweaty from exertion, hair slightly tousled, eyes darkened…

For just a second, he hadn't looked like himself. He had looked like…Solo…

He's mine

Those words echoed back to him and he remembered the expression on Solo's face, an expression he had caught just before the door was shut in his face.

And for a few seconds, he had had the same expression.

When had things become so complicated? All he wanted, all he ever wanted, besides world peace, was to be able to love and cherish the one that had captured his heart long ago like he deserved to be. And now this person, Solo, was turning everything upside down and he hadn't even been here for an hour yet!

Well, first thing's first. He shoved these thoughts to the back of his mind. He had to start his courting soon if he wanted to stand a chance at holding onto Duo's affections.

And they say the way to a man's heart was through his stomach…

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"Be still my heart! Quatre, you shouldn't have!"

Solo stared bewildered at the meal that was awaiting them. He had thought that since they were staying in a fancy place like this that they would be eating fancy foods. He was wrong. Instead, what awaited them there was an all-American meal of Hamburgers and French fries, complete with any kind of compliments one could ever want to put on.

Quatre was good. Better than he expected.

And what person could refuse a hamburger and fries? He sure as hell couldn't and the Kid lusted after it when they were kids living on the streets. One taste had been all that was needed to get the Kid addicted to the greasy treat. Sadly, he could only remember two times where he was able to get his hands on such a treat and share it with the Kid.

But look at this. Look at this! There it sat in front of him, just begging to be eaten. The smell…ooh…he could come just smelling it (1)! It was just too good to ignore.

He'd have to be a better man to have refused such a feast.

And he was a street rat. You can't get any lower than that.

So he was stuffing his face. So what? It was a free meal! At least he thought it was. Eh, he'd just worry about it later. He just couldn't get enough of this stuff! And the Kid was just like him too. Looks like those old streets habits die hard; the Kid was stuffing his face as well. And Quatre had a look of surprise, amusement, and…shock? Horror? Probably the first one. The little goody two-shoes didn't know what it was like to starve and that in order to get a morsel of food, you had to eat fast.

If he had eaten with the Kid at all, he shouldn't be surprised by this behavior.

Unless the Kid had grown out of it…

That caused him pause. They hadn't seen each other in years. The Kid couldn't have remained the same. At least completely the same as their little escapade on L2 proved that he had still retained some of his old habits. But how different was he now?

And would…it…still have the same meaning to the Kid as it did to him? It wasn't something one was liable to forget. Ever.

From the corner of his eye, he saw something. Was Quatre staring at him? Maybe because it was how he was eating. No, that look on his face…it didn't look like he was pleasantly observing something.

He was studying something.

Quatre was studying him.

For what reason? Oh wait, the Kid, of course. But still, that didn't really explain the intense scrutiny he was receiving. It was as if he was looking for something else…

A weakness perhaps? Pfft. If he wanted a weakness, he should have figured one out already and attacked it.

The Kid was his. He was already his.

And he would make sure that he would reestablish it.

(1) Once again, Perverts of the World United, you are right on the money.