Disclaimer:We do not own or profit from Gundam Wing. For who could love Dorothy's eyebrows?

Warnings: This chapter and the next few will be dark. We can't help it. It's how they asked us to write them out. Will return to the fluff, so don't you worry. ;)

Authors:Foxy Mcgee and Cltcmistress

The door opened as Duo let himself in the room, his eyes directly on Quatre's as he entered. It seemed the blonde had just woke up and his eyes widened. Duo smiled, there was no humor to it, just an unusual calmness as he stood at the foot of the bed, starting down at Quatre.

Quatre scooted back so he was sitting up and facing Duo. The look on his face chilled him to the core. But it was still a smile, and that was more than he deserved at the moment. "Duo. About last night..."

Duo came to the side of the bed, his gaze never leaving Quatre's. "What about last night?"

"I'm sorry. I said some things I shouldn't have said." He shifted so he could meet Duo's eyes straight on. "I don't know what came over me. Please, forgive me?"

"You weren't so sorry last night."

He flinched and looked away. "I was wrong."

Duo put a finger under the blonde's chin pulling his face back. "What changed your mind?"

"You. I don't want you to leave me." He bit his lip. "When you walked out that door it was like you walked out on me. I didn't like it. I want you back, Duo."

"Are you sure that's what it was? Or did you taste something else you liked?" He raised an eyebrow.

His eyes flickered back and forth between Duo's eyes and the broken necklace still lying by the bed. "No. Yes. Both?"

"What do you really want from me Quatre?" Duo leaned in closer to him. "Who is it you want back?"

Quatre felt himself pulled forward by the intoxicating purr of that voice. "I want you..."

"Your words are pretty, but they come with a price, don't they?" He put a hand on the blonde's cheek.

He felt his heart pounding in his chest at the touch on his cheek. Taking a shaky breath he stared into those deep violet eyes and felt himself falling into the darkness they held. "Please. I need you."

Duo felt something inside of him crack at Quatre's words. He'd chosen. Shinigami. He was in love with death, not Duo. He told Quatre anything, he'd give him anything and he would. With a growl Duo grabbed Quatre's hair and pulled his head back. He ran a finger over the bruise that had formed on his chin. "Purple looks good on you." He pressed his lips to the blonde's as something inside him finally broke.

Quatre's breath caught in his throat at the force of the kiss. There was something savage behind it that he didn't know Duo was capable of. His words sent shivers down his spine and he found all he wanted was more. He needed more of it. He craved the rough tenor of his voice and the harsh hands on him. He groaned into the kiss and pressed himself closer to the braided pilot's body.

He felt Quatre respond and grabbed both wrists, pinning the pilot to the bed as he climbed on, lowering himself over Quatre's hips. "What do you want?" He whispered against the blonde's ear as he grazed his teeth over it.

Quatre shuddered again at the sound of that voice. He closed his eyes and whimpered. "I need you. Please."

"I want to hear you beg, until I'm done with you." He growled as he forced the blonde's arms tighter against the bed. "I just want to hear you cry, and it's going to hurt." He whispered.

Wufei knocked on the door and entered. "Heero said he'll be by later. He's on to something he thinks." He looked at Trowa still unresponsive on the bed before looking at Quatre. The blonde's hair was a mess and his eyes were puffy and swollen. On closer inspection he noticed the beginnings of a purple bruiseon his cheeks. Glancing at Duo he saw the braided pilot perched on the end of the bed with a grin like the cheshire cat. He narrowed his eyes and looked back at Quatre who suddenly refused to look at him. "Have trouble sleeping last night?"

Quatre glanced to where Duo sat at the end of his bed, then back to Wufei. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it." He flashed the Chinese pilot a smile and hugged his knees to his chest. Wufei scowled, but chose to turn the conversation elsewhere. "How's he doing? Anything yet?" Quatre shook his head then turned to stare at Duo once more. The two pilots smiled at each other, not the affectionate smile they use to share, whatever passed between them sent cold chills down Wufei's spine.

Duo stood, and leaned over the blonde with his back to Wufei. With a smirk, he zipped his fly before leaning in to give Quatre a gentle kiss on the lips.

Quatre smiled at Duo and returned the kiss before looking at Wufei still standing at the end of Trowa's bed. "No, nothing yet." His face faltered a fraction as he looked over to the sleeping pilot. "The doctor should be by again soon though to check on him." He shifted in his bed and sat up a little more. The Chinese pilot nodded and looked back to Duo. "Mind if I talk with you a moment?"

Duo ran a hand gently over the bruise on the blonde's face, before leaning over again, whispering in his ear. He stood slowly and nodded to Wufei, walking out the door ahead of him.

Quatre shivered, but his eyes fairly glowed when Duo turned and walked out the door. Wufei noted the reaction before following out the door. He found the pilot in the waiting room, leaning against the wall. Looking him over, Wufei was unsettled at the calm, cold way Duo held himself. Shaking his head he poured a cup of coffee and took a seat. "So I assume you two talked things over this morning?"

"Last night actually." Duo studied the tiles in front of him, refusing to meet the other pilot's face.

"And?"

"And what?" Duo glanced up at him.

"How are you two?" He raised an eyebrow at him. "Did you work out what you had questions over?"

"Yes." Duo studied him before looking away as he felt nausea hit him. "We're..." He shook his head. "We'll be ok."

He caught the change in wording. "You don't look so good. Sit."

"No. I'm fine." He thought back to Quatre on the bed, the words they'd exchanged.

"Hm." He studied Duo's face over the edge of his cup.

Duo was lost in his thoughts of Quatre. He didn't know that the blonde was so aggressive, but he had the marks to prove it. The forcefulness between them bothered Duo and he put a hand to his neck where the blonde had nipped him, drawing blood. But something else inside him, enjoyed it, and he couldn't push the thoughts out of his head. Quatre had never looked more alive... "Is that all you wanted?"

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright. You were upset yesterday." There was something Duo wasn't telling him, but he wasn't going to press the matter. If Duo wanted to share, he would in time. "As long as you will be alright."

A bitter smile crossed Duo's face as he closed his eyes and crossed his arms. "Yeah."

"Alright." Wufei finished off his coffee and tossed the cup. "I'm going to talk with Quatre about what happened. Care to join me?"

"Sure." Duo followed him back in to the room. He looked at Quatre before sitting in a chair with his arms crossed.

Quatre looked up from where his hands fiddled with the broken chain and gave Duo a smile. "How are you feeling today?" Wufei stood next to the blonde's bed and smiled at him. "Better. Tired and sore, but much better." He looked up at Wufei and placed the necklace on the table. The Chinese pilot nodded and pulled a chair over to sit next to the bed. "Mind if we talk about what happened when the building blew?"

The door opened and Heero entered, scanning the room before his eyes fell on Quatre. He studied the blonde, then raised an eyebrow. "Were you attacked?"

"What?" Quatre looked up from his conversation with Wufei to Heero. Then he remembered the bruises on his face. "Oh, no. I'm fine." He smiled at Heero and shook his head as if shaking a thought from his mind. "It's nothing."

"Hn." He sat down on a chair with his arms crossed. "The bombs that were planted in your building were left by a terrorist group know as Sarin. However, you weren't the intended target. Preventers took the case." He turned and looked at Duo who kept his eyes trained on the floor before looking back at Quatre. "The bomb was designed to go off at 3:10, when everyone in the building would be returning from lunch or break. They didn't expect your meeting to let out so late."

Quatre glanced at Duo then nodded. "I see. I suppose it's lucky that we did let out late so fewer lives were lost." He turned his attention to Trowa's beeping monitor. "Do they have any more leads yet?"

"No. That's what we're working on now."

"How are the others that were found in the ruins?"

"Seven survivors were found. Four critical. Excluding you and Trowa." He turned to look Trowa, watching the monitors. "If you had been in your meeting, you wouldn't be alive."

He nodded and looked at Duo. "We shouldn't be now. But I'm grateful we did survive. Please, let me know when they find more information." Quatre bowed his head and muttered a prayer. Wufei turned and looked at Heero pointedly.

Heero turned to look at Duo who was staring at Quatre with an odd look on his face. He turned to look at Wufei with an eyebrow raised.

Wufei nodded and stood. "I'm going to get lunch. Would you two like anything?" He looked between Duo and Quatre. The blonde didn't say anything, only shook his head.

A smirk crossed Duo's face and he looked at the floor, also shaking his head.

Heero stood as well. "I'll accompany you."

Wufei left the room and headed for the parking lot, expecting Heero to follow. "So you noticed?"

"Yes." He glanced at Wufei. "Is this going to be an issue?"

"I don't know. I spoke with Duo and he said things would be fine and the two of them spoke last night. So I suppose we'll have to see. Whatever it is, neither will speak of it." He stopped and leaned against the bench just outside the front door, folding his arms over his chest.

"Hn. Where did the bruises come from?"

"I suspect they fought. But as I said, neither will open up."

"As long as they don't become an issue they can handle their own affairs." He started walking again.

Wufei nodded then followed. "Alright. But we should watch."

"It isn't our concern."

"There was something about the way they smiled at each other. It was empty. And Quatre has never had bruises before. Then when I spoke with Duo he seemed upset, almost green in the face. But when we came back to the room, he was cold and quiet. What does that say to you?"

"Duo caused the briuses. Quatre was not afraid of him, nor mad."

The Chinese pilot shook his head before climbing into the car. "You're right. Perhaps I'm being overly concerned."

"Stranger things have happened. Watch them." Heero looked back at the hospital before climbing into the car.

Quatre looked up at Duo. "You should have gone for lunch."

"I have no appetite." He glanced up at the blonde. "Do you want me to get you something other than jello, toast, and eggs?"

"No I'm fine. I'm not hungry."

"Listen, Quat... I-" He paused as Trowa's heart monitor started beeping more steadily and he rushed to the taller pilot's bed. "He's waking up."

Quatre sat up and looked over to Trowa. "Trowa?" Gripping the IV cart he flung himself over his bed and over to the other pilot's. "Trowa, can you hear me? Please, wake up."

Trowa's eyes slowly opened and he closed them again. "Uhn."

Gently Quatre placed his hand on the side of Trowa's face. "Hey. I was so worried about you." He held his breath and waited for a response.

He opened his eyes again and looked between the two pilots, smiling a little. "Never thought I'd be so happy to see a hospital."

Quatre let out a choked chuckle. "Yeah well, same here. How're you feeling?" He brushed Trowa's hair from his eyes and smiled.

"Like hell." He struggled to sit up. Duo leaned over and grabbed him carefully and pulled him up. "How long have I been out?"

"About two days now, the doctor told us you probably wouldn't." Duo helped him sit back on the bed where he could see the room.

Quatre's smile flickered as he watched the taller pilot. "You were in pretty bad condition, Trowa. We were so worried. You really had me scared for a bit."

"He's still in bad condition." Duo pushed Quatre down onto the edge of the bed.

Trowa smiled and closed his eyes again. "Hm."

The blonde sat without word. "Hey, don't you fall asleep on me again. Last time you did that, you didn't wake up." He frowned and leaned over so he was nose to nose with the pilot. "Don't you pull that again."

A brief smile crossed his face. "Yes sir."

"I meant that." He glanced at the monitors and placed a hand on Trowa's shoulders. "Please don't you skip out on me."

"I won't."

He smiled. "Good." When the nurse came in to check the change in his vitals, Quatre smiled at her. "He's awake." He looked back to Trowa and carefully slid off the bed. "I'll let you sleep."

"Mhm."

The nurse smiled as she checked his vitals, then checked his shoulder wound. "He's responding very well to the antibiotics. I'll inform the doctor, but it's best if he rests now. I left a pitcher of water if he wants any." She gave a quick check over Quatre's vitals, then disconnected his IV. "You're doing a lot better, Mr. Winner, but we'll need to keep you another day or two. If you need anything, just call."

He nodded and stood at the foot of Trowa's bed. "Yes. Of course." Turning he gave her a smile. He was grateful to be free of the IV and he rubbed his arm where she removed the tape and needle. "Thank you."

She looked up and frowned. "Where did you get that?"

"Get what?"

"That bruise on your face." She crossed her arms.

He put a hand to his cheek and looked at the ground. "I guess it just happened. It's nothing. Doesn't even hurt. Probably an underlying injury from the accident." Looking up he gave her his most innocent smile.

"Well alright." She gave him another look before leaving.

Quatre watched her leave before looking back at Trowa sleeping peacefully on the bed. "He's awake. Allah, I was so afraid he wouldn't be ok."

"I told you he'd pull through." Duo sat back in his chair. "Just have to have a little faith."

Hesitantly, he reached out and brushed Trowa's hair away from his face. After a moment he sighed and returned to sitting on his own bed. "I suppose you're right." He watched Trowa's chest rise and fall a couple times before turning his attention back to Duo. "You were saying?"

"I-" Duo turned to look at the sleeping form of Trowa. "Take a walk with me?" He stood and held out an arm.

"That sounds like a good idea." He took The offered arm and slid off the bed. "We both need out of this room for a bit."

Duo led the blonde out into the hall, shutting the door behind them. "We need to talk about what happened."

Quatre watched the floor as they walked. "What happened? We had a disagreement. That's all. We're ok."

"We're ok? You call what we did earlier ok?"

He felt his face flush, but he didn't say anything. "I'm sure we can't be the first to do it in the hospital, Duo." His shoulders shrugged as they walked along.

"Thats not what I'm talking about and you know it." He stopped and stared at the blonde. "Do you know what you're asking me to be?"

Quatre continued for a couple more steps before turning and facing the braided pilot. "I'm not asking you to be anything." He gave him a confused look.

"Hm." He stopped to lean against a wall. "Then you won't mind that I can't do that again."

"What are you talking about, Duo?"

"Earlier..." He pulled the collar of his shirt down, showing the bruise on his neck, then touched his hand to Quatre's cheek. "This."

"That." He turned his face away and looked at the floor again.

"Yes, that." He crossed his arms. "We can't do that."

"Why not?" He looked back at Duo and frowned. "You didn't seem to mind at the time."

Duo looked down at the floor, studying the tile. "Neither did you. But that doesn't make it right."

"How is it wrong?"

Duo's mouth dropped open, then he closed it again and looked away. "Is this what you want?"

"I don't want you moping over what happened when I was trapped." He stepped closer and tried to meet Duo's eyes. "What about what you said?"

"I'm not moping." He looked into the blonde's eyes. "I said a lot of stuff, which part?"

"Do you or do you not want me?"

"I want you."

"All of me?" He raised an eyebrow and placed his palms on Duo's chest. "And you're willing to do what it takes to keep me?"

"Yes."

"Then what is wrong," he asked. "What is it that's holding you back?"

"We don't have to be that way to be together. Do you want me to hurt you?"

Quatre's eyes were dark for a moment as he looked away. "I don't deserve you. Even after what I did you're still so damned nice."

"It wasn't that bad, Quat."

No. It wasn't. What was bad is that he wanted Trowa to kiss him again. Squeezing his eyes shut he took a breath then turned and started walking again.

"Quatre?" Duo started towards him slowly.

"You know what was bad? I wanted him to kiss me again. I wanted more than anything when we were down in that little space for him to kiss me again and for me to know that he was ok. That's what I thought about before you guys found us." He picked up his pace when Duo came along side him. "That's what's bad. Then when you said you were going to leave I thought you were giving up. And I didn't want that. Because I'm greedy and I need you."

Duo stopped following him and stood in the hallway, unmoving.

Quatre continued to the end of the hall before turning around and stalking his way back to the stunned pilot. "Do something. Say something. Don't just stand there."

"Maybe I'm greedy, too." He turned on his heel, heading the opposite direction of the blonde.

Quatre followed him. "Show me."

He turned and glared at the blonde. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Why don't you answer that yourself?"

Duo stopped and shoved the blonde through an open door labelled 'janitor's closet,' and closed the door behind them. "What do you want from me?" He grabbed the Quatre by the shoulders, pulling him close.

"Do something. Anything. React!"

"I have reacted! What do you want to know? How bad it hurts?"

Quatre's eyes lit up and he stood so he could look straight into Duo's eyes. "Yes. Show me what I've done. Show me how I've hurt you."

Duo shook his head and turned his head away. "No."

"Coward." He shrugged Duo's hands from his shoulders and stepped back.

"Do you want me to hurt you Quatre?" He clenched his fists and turned to the blonde, glaring at him. "Is that what you want?" He took a step forward, following the blonde back.

"You know I deserve it." He held his chin up defiantly.

"But is it what you want." He grabbed Quatre's shoulders and pulled him close again.

"I want to know what you feel. Show me what I've done to you," he demanded. His eyes stared into Duo's, unwavering. "Punish me."

He shoved the blonde backwards against the wall. "This is how I feel." Duo turned to leave, pausing with his hand on the door knob. "Rejected."

"What else? I know there's more than that." He placed his hand over Duo's and stood in the way of the door.

"I want you, Quatre. But I told you, not like this. Move."

"Make me."

"Don't do this to me."

Quatre grit his teeth and shoved Duo back into the shelves. "Don't do what? Make you fight? You thought you lost me once. Do you want to lose me again? Because you're not the one walking out this door if that's it. So if you want me to move. Make. Me."

Duo lunged forward yanking Quatre's hand off the doorknob and pushed him against the door with force, pinning him there. "I want you! God dammit, Quatre! Can't you see that?" He shook the other pilot's shoulders. "I love you."

Quatre bit his lip at the reaction to his threat. He hadn't expected Duo to respond so forcefully, but he felt his heart pick up pace. "So why is it so hard?" His voice whispered and he all but melted to his knees. "I love you. But I need more."

Duo pressed his forehead to Quatre's and looked him in the eyes as he whispered. "I just want to hear you say it, that you want this... that this is ok."

"I want you. All of you." He stared at Duo and took a deep breath. "Whatever it takes. If you can give it, I can take it. I want all of you."

Duo lowered him to the floor, crouching over him. "Then fight me for it."

With a growl, Quatre forced Duo off him and into the wall with a thud. He broke his hands free of Duo's grip and pinned the braided pilots arms over his head with one hand. "You're making this too easy." He used his free hand to grip the rope of braid and looped it around Duo's wrists to make it easier to hold them together.

Duo wrapped his legs around the blonde's waist, pulling him closer. "Hurt me."

Quatre tugged the braid tighter, forcing Duo to hold his head at an odd angle to accommodate his hands bound behind his neck. He pressed himself closer to Duo and nibbled along his jaw up to his earlobe. "I thought I already did," he whispered before biting the same spot he left marks on earlier.

Duo whimpered as the blonde bit down and supressed a shudder than ran through his body. "I told you, if you want me you have to fight me for it. So make it hurt."

"I will. I promise." His tongue danced across the base of Duo's throat and up his jaw to his other ear. Pausing there he sucked hard on the skin behind the ear before the hair, leaving a dark red mark. He gave it a gentle kiss before planting an equally soft kiss on Duo's lips. "But not here. Right now, you wait."

"Now, Quatre." Duo tightened the grip with his legs. "Take. Me. Now." He glared at the other pilot.

"You didn't ask right." He met Duo's glare with a wicked grin. Tracing his free hand down the pilot's chest he wrapped his fingers around the waistband of Duo's pants. "Tell me what you want. You know how."

"I want you to fuck me." He hissed out. "Master."

"Much better."

Duo followed Quatre back into the hospital room, pausing when he saw Wufei and Heero already waiting for them in their chairs. He ducked his head and started to sit down in the last empty chair, but froze. He stared at it for a moment, before lowering himself into it and crossed his arms, eyes on the floor.

Wufei noticed Duo acting strangely and then the hesitation before lowering himself to the chair. Looking to Quatre all he saw was the blonde smiling like normal, a pleased grin on his face. "The nurse stopped by a moment ago. She said Trowa woke up."

Quatre slipped under the cover of his blankets and nodded, sparing a glance at the pilot. "Yeah. He talked for a moment. I think he'll be ok." He gave Trowa's sleeping form a weak smile before looking at Heero and Wufei. "Sorry we were gone. We went on a walk. How was lunch?"

Heero shot an odd look to Duo who kept his sight on the floor, then back to Quatre. "It was fine. And what did you have for lunch?"

"The usual." He grinned and leaned back against his pillows. "I want out of here."

"If you are feeling better in the morning they'll discharge you, the doctor's already agreed to it. Trowa will have to stay for a bit longer. They'll let him go home with a follow up." Heero studied Quatre closely. "Where did you get that bruise?"

"I thought I already told you. It's nothing. Probably just some latent bruising from the building. You know how those things can take time to show." He turned his face so the worst of it was out of Heero's sight. "It's nothing to worry about."

"Hn." He crossed his arms and sat back, looking between the two pilots occasionally.

Quatre shifted under the scrutiny and glanced at Duo. "I think I need a nap." Stretching out he pulled the blankets up to his chin, giving Heero and Wufei each a pointed look.

Duo stood up slowly, stopping to lean over the bed and give Quatre a light kiss to the forehead, but there was no affection to it. There was no hint of any emotion until he whispered to Quatre, tucking the blanket around him tightly and exited the room, Heero not far behind him.

Wufei stood, gave the blonde a calculating look and nodded. "We'll see you later then. Should I turn the light off?" "No," he shouted, reaching out as if to stop the pilot's hand on the switch. He took a steadying breath and his voice came out more controlled. "No. Please. Thank you." The Chinese pilot nodded and followed the others, pulling the door closed behind him.