Chapter Ten

After a week and a half of training, the entire Specials Unit set out on a four day mission. The mission went off without a hitch. Every single member of the nine person team worked as a perfectly synchronized unit. It was as if they had been working together for years. The unity of the four former Gundam pilots translated to everyone. They had a comradely that no other team could accomplish.

Arriving home after the mission they all agreed in a few hours' time that they would meet up and paint the town red. Each relaxed in their own fashion. Wufei meditated, Heero worked on his laptop, and Trowa cooked. Duo ended up with his face planted down on the couch sound asleep. After a couple of hours of relaxation all of the guys converged in the kitchen to have the dinner that Trowa diligently cooked. Seeing to their stomachs' demands for food they dressed for a night on the town.

Wufei emerged from his shared room wearing black loose leg pants and a traditional red and gold Chinese long sleeved top and black slip on shoes. Heero stepped out shortly after Wufei wearing loose fitting dark blue denim jeans that hung perfectly from his hips and a white button down short sleeved shirt. The top two buttons left open and the shirt remained un-tucked. On his feet were his infamous yellow converse shoes. Trowa finished dressing a few minutes later dressed in a pair of denim jeans a few shades lighter than Heero's and a tad bit snugger, showing of his ass quite well. Over the years he traded in his green turtleneck for a sleeveless green shirt. It was loose, but still showed off his upper body. He wore his brown timberlands. Duo per usual took the longest to get ready, but when he emerged from his bedroom he turned heads and tightened pants. Adorn his body were black jeans that were sinfully tight. They showed off every curve of his thighs, butt, and hips. Each one of the guys doubted that he wore any form of undergarment, but Trowa would have been the first to volunteer to drag Duo back into his room and verify their suspicions. His cap sleeve violet shirt was just as tight. They could tell that he was slightly cold for his nipples stood erect pushing out the shirt. Trowa's pants grew even tighter at this observation and Heero was tempted to drag Wufei back in the room take care of their growing problem. The last thing Duo had to put on was his trademark black boots.

"Ready guys!" They all just nodded. Noting their reactions he called to them as he grabbed his jacket and proceeded out the door. "Well then, let's go!" His trailing voice snapped them out of their trance and they quickly followed him, knowing that with that outfit he was very likely to get molested repeatedly by strangers. As Wufei passed Trowa he shook his head slightly from side to side in pity for their friend.

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*Back in Duo's bedroom*

Duo had planned his outfit down to every detail making the most of his wardrobe and body. He has discovered that he could not tell Trowa how he felt or feels. He thought that maybe since he couldn't say it right now that maybe he could show it. He was not beyond a little flirting.

"Okay, let me see." He pulled out his tightest black jeans. Leaving his closet with his pants in hand, he threw the shirt on his bed and began rummaging through his dresser for his violet shirt. This particular accentuated his eyes by making them a darker shade. The shade of lust or at least that is what he has been told. Removing the towel from his hips, he pulled on his pants and put on his shirt. He removed his braid and cross from the confines of the shirt. Lastly he grabbed a black pair of socks. Sitting on his bed he slid them on. He came out from his bedroom in his stocking feet to appreciative looks from his roommates. Trowa has a look of complete and utter lust. Just the reaction he wanted. Quickly he put his boots on and left the apartment.

Hopping in his car he waited for the other three. Wufei took shotgun, Heero sat behind Wufei, and Trowa sat behind Duo. "Are you sure you can drive?" Wufei asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I thought you might have some problems since those pants appear to cutting off your circulation."

"Funny Wufei. They are not that tight. Granted I cannot wear underwear, but lose circulation ha!" As the words no underwear came out of his mouth he checked his hanging rear view mirror to see if Trowa had any reaction and he did. Trowa's reaction to that bit of information was to give a barely auditable groan and fold in half wishing the ever hardening erection would go down prior to reaching the club.

Ten minutes later Duo pulled into a parking spot near the club/bar. They all got out and headed for the entrance. Once in they searched for their team and found that only Peters, Merquise and Googlin.

"Hey guys, where are the others?" Inquired Duo.

"Mitchum called saying something about his wife and the kids were not home." Replied Googlin with a knowing smirk. The others return his smirk. Mitchum has not seen his wife in four days and has barely seen her during the week and a half of training. She must have sent to a relative's house for the night so they could be alone.

"What about Karol?" Wufei could understand why Mitchum was not there, but remained curious about Karol for he had no wife.

Peters fielded this one, "His sister turned up on his doorstep not long after he made it home. Seems that she ran away."

Duo summed up what everyone was thinking rather nicely "oh shit."

The seven of them spent the first part of the night sharing stories and drinks. Liquid cocaine became a fast favorite of Duo's. Suddenly Duo stood up and announced that he was going on the dance and invited anyone to join him. Before he even made it to the dance floor he had two more drinks from the test tube shots that the waitresses carried around with them. To say Duo was drunk was an understatement. He was wasted and becoming more so with the five additional drinks he had the rest of the night. Even as drunk as he was he could still out dance everyone on that floor.

Trowa's eyes were glued to a pair of swaying hips and braid. Since his eyes were attached to Duo's moving form he was the only one to notice that Duo had an unwelcomed pursuer. Several times now Duo removed the hands that insistently grabbed hold of him. Trowa immediately stood garnering the attention of the others. Trowa was so focused on Duo that he never noticed the young girl approaching him. As he walked right by her to protect Duo she visibly deflated. The guys felt bad for the girl, but they did not linger on her favoring for the show Duo and Trowa were about put on.

Trowa marched up to Duo from the front and pulled him close. Simultaneously he reached out and grabbed the guy who has been trying to dance with Duo by the collar and snarled at him. "You do not touch. Mine!" The guy backed away either from the words or the death glare emanating from Trowa.

Duo just realizing he was up against a strong body he looked up to see if he recognized the person. After everything he had to drink he was a little slow on the uptake. "Hey, Trowa. When did you get here? Do you want to dance?"

"No Duo we are leaving." He growled.

"Aw man so soon. Bummer."

The others immediately stood as Trowa approached with an extremely inebriated Duo. They said good night to Merquise, Googlin, and Peters. The entire time Duo was whining that it was too early to leave. Seconds from leaving the table and club a waitress walked by with test tube shots. Faster than any of them could react Duo had another test tube and downed the drink. That one was the last one Duo could no longer walk under his own power, well in a single direction. Wufei took his keys climbing into the driver's seat with Heero in shotgun. Trowa was taking such good care of Duo that they left him in the back with Duo.

"Heeero, Wufeeei." Duo sing-song from the backseat.

"What Duo?" They asked in unison.

"I love you guys. You know you two are the closest thing I have to brothers. Yep you are right up there with Solo."

"Thanks Duo." Both wore a smile at the compliment.

"Trowa?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you, always have." Duo laid his head in Trowa's lap and mumbled something about blonde bastards promptly falling asleep.

"Duo? What did you say? Duo?"

Heero and Wufei held their tongues as much as it pained them.

Finally arriving home they entered the apartment. Trowa carried an unconscious Duo into his room, laying him on his bed and removed his boots. He left the room Duo still fully dressed. Heero entered their room while Wufei lagged behind. "I took off his boots, but I don't think it would be appropriate for me to do more." He sighed finishing off his sentence.

"I'll take care of the rest. Get some sleep." Wufei had a quick internal debate within himself. Just as Trowa stepped inside the doghouse he spoke. "It's true. You know what Duo said in the car." Wufei walked into Duo's room and shut the door. He heard the click of the other door seconds later.

Trowa sat on his bed replaying the night's events. Duo loves me. It can't be possible, but if what he said is true. He has always loved me. Shit! I could have had Duo all along. I am such a fucking moron. He plopped backwards absent mindedly removing his shoes. Wriggling out of his jeans and removing his shirt he sprawled on the bed allowing sleep to capture him with one final thought. I could have spent the past few years happy with the one I love.

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"I confirmed Duo's words. I just couldn't leave Trowa hanging, not knowing. We both know that Duo will not remember what he said tomorrow after everything he consumed."

"You do not have to rationalize it with me, love. Why do think I came directly here? I would have told him if you hadn't. Maybe it will help those two move forward."

"Yeah, maybe." They both fell asleep curled around each other.