Sorry about the long wait, but since the last time I posted I was hospitalized and being tested for pancreatic cancer. Everything turned out okay, so I will be posting more often. Thank you for your patience.

Don't own! If I did GW would be almost pornographic

Hit Me With Your Best Shot

"Shut up Baka," a familiar voice growled in his ear and Duo stopped struggling.

"Heero?" he queried, looking up through sodden bangs. His brain took a few seconds to process the information and when it had, he pushed his attacker off of him and scrambled to his feet. "What the fuck?" he screamed. "Do you really think that I'm that cheap? Well, I'm not. Next time you want a discount lay go somewhere else!" Duo doubled up his fist and slugged the other boy as hard as he possibly could. He swept up his towel and other things he had brought into the shower area and stormed out of the room.

Heero sat up from the supine position; the water pounding down on him. He tried to figure out where he'd gone wrong. Relena always liked it when he stole a chaste kiss and the ones he'd manage to give the braided boy were far from pure. The water started running cold, so he stood up and headed into the main part of the locker room. The sight in front of him made his body harden further with need.

Duo didn't bother drying off before trying to pull on his jeans. When he lived with Owen and O.J., he always wore the older boy's hand-me-downs; but now he wore clothing that hugged his body. For the first time in his life he had a problem getting into clothes wet. Formfitting clothing and wet skin didn't mix well. He twitched, shimmied, shook and wriggled to pull his pants on. He didn't realize what his show was doing to his attacker.

Heero drew a deep breath, trying to control his body. His mind slipped into neutral and for the second time in less than fifteen minutes, he did something he'd never done before; acted without thinking. He rushed the delectable form in front of him, bending him over and ending up on top of him as they tumbled to the ground. Duo's head slammed into the edge of the lockers, knocking him silly for a few moments and leaving him relaxed and malleable in Heero's arms. The messy-haired boy decided he would try out one of the tricks that he learned online. He lifted and parted the other boy's ass cheeks and began licking his secret pucker. The rich musky odor filled his nostrils and Duo' soft moans of pleasure encouraged him to continue. He delved his tongue in deeper, allowing that muscle to do what his aching cock wanted. He reached around his partner and began to fondle and stroke his awakening manhood. Lithe hips thrust back toward the invading organ and Duo's cock started to harden with need.

His senses slowly returned to him and Duo realized that he was once again being violated. A deep-seated anger flared and he saw red. He was so pissed that he struck out, blindly, and managed to catch his attacker right in the balls. Heero rolled off him, trying to draw a full breath.

"Next time you touch me without my permission, I will cut your cock off and feed it to you," he growled, getting up and moving away from the messy-haired boy. "And believe me, I will do it."

Heero looked at his obsession and said the first thing that came to his mind, "Hn."

"Yeah, hn, to you too," Duo snarled. He managed to get his jeans pulled up and slithered into his dry tee-shirt. As he headed for the door, it swung open and Quatre walked cautiously into the locker room.

"Duo, are you all right?" the petite blonde asked, as the braided boy fastened his jeans and slipped into his jacket.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He turned at glared at his attacker. "Just somebody doesn't know the meaning of the word NO. How'd you know I was in trouble?"

"Usually you're out in the car waiting for us by now. That and I felt your fear and anger." The little blonde glared back at the messy-haired boy lying on the floor. "Come on, let's go home."

" 'Kay." The two smaller boys walked out of the locker room.

Trowa had slipped in behind his boyfriend and now kneeled next to Heero's head. "What are you trying to do?" he asked.

"I thought that it was obvious," the stoic boy responded. "I'm trying to seduce Maxwell and he's not going along with the plan." He looked at the unibanged boy kneeling on the floor with him. "What am I doing wrong?"

"Perhaps you should ask him out before you try seduction. Remember what his father had him doing before he ended the abuse. I think he wants to be wined and dined." Trowa canted his head to one side. "What I'm going to tell you is to remain between us, all right?"

"Hn," Heero grunted. He nodded his agreement.

"There was one of the men who "dated" Duo that he really liked. You could say that he was infatuated with him, but the ass was only using him as a source in a series of articles for the Mount Marty newspaper."

Heero sat up, his normally implacable face suffused with anger. "Who?" he growled.

"Some prick by the name of Khushrenada," Trowa answered.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Good, I'll find him and give Duo his balls as earrings."

"Remind me not to get on your bad side," Trowa said, shuddering at the thought of gold-plate testis dangling from Duo's ears. "So, you're going to have to take it slow and try to tame the raging beast that slipped out today."

"Yeah," Heero said, looking down at his lap. "I've never had a problem like that. Don't know what came over me. I don't usually act without thinking, but twice in less than fifteen minutes I did."

"Lust's a bitch, isn't it?" the green-eyed boy asked, standing up and holding out a hand to help his friend off the floor.

"Hn," came the quiet answer.

"See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, later."

Trowa walked out of the locker room with a slight smile lighting his face. It was almost worth listening to Quatre bitch to see Heero struggling with his emotions. Heero's stability would be good for Duo and the braided boy's restless energy and spontaneity might just let the chocolate-haired boy to relax and lose some of the seriousness in his personality. They would make a perfect pair, if they could only survive the rough new relationship trail. He stopped and scratched his head; maybe he should tell Quatre that he told Heero about Treize's mistreatment of Duo.

'Nah, Heero's not the type to just fly off the handle and do something stupid," he thought, shaking his head.

Quatre sat across from Duo and gave him a sad sweet smile. The high dudgeon and color to the chestnut beauty made the smaller blonde want to giggle. The huffing and puffing from the other side of the limo hid a myriad of feelings; all of which were tangled in tight knots. Desire warred with anger and terror fought with pleasant memories.

"Stupid, mother-fucking jackass," Duo spat out under his breath. "Who the hell does he think he is? What the hell does he think I am? If I ever catch that pitiful excuse for a man anywhere near me, I'll remove his reasons for living; both of them!"

"Duo, calm down," Quatre said, gently exerting his Gift to pacify the other boy.

"If it were you, would you be calm?" he snapped, glaring at the little blonde.

"I don't know, I've never been in that position before."

"Yeah and you never will be," Duo answered, looking him right in the eye. "You father didn't whore you out to keep his job. Hell, your old man thinks that you can do no wrong. Wish mine had been like that."

"Oh Duo, I'm so sorry. I wish that I'd taken the time to get to know you before I did."

"Don't worry about it. You just saw what Owen wanted you to see; the trampy little whore who enjoyed giving his oh so concerned foster father a hard time."

"Well, I should have ignored the rumors and followed my feelings."

"Hind sight is always twenty-twenty and all that jazz." He looked out the window. "Do you think we should go back and rescue Trowa?"

"No, he's probably giving Heero a piece of his mind."

Duo barked out a laugh. "Do you really think that he's saying that much to Mister Handsy?"

"No," Quatre laughed softly. "But what words he's using will do what they're supposed to do." The door to the school swung open and Trowa stepped into the bright, spring sunlight. The little blonde's face lit up at the sight of his boyfriend.

"Oh, geez," Duo groaned. "Get a room!"

"Maybe later," he responded, opening the door for the tall, slender boy who had become the whole universe to him.

Trowa slid in next to Quatre, pulled the smaller boy onto his lap and planted a deep, searing kiss on his waiting, trembling lips. "Miss me?" he asked against that willing mouth.

"Oh yes," Quatre breathed, trying to draw all of Trowa's essence into his body.