Sorry about the wait, but here's the next chapter and I hope that you enjoy it. I haven't been working on this fic because it wasn't getting any reviews.

Now for the legal BS. Don't own, so don't sue. I don't own anything but several crazy mutts and the true masters of the house, the Nekos!

Running With the Shadows of the Night

Duo threw his pencil across the room. Ever since his run in with Yuy in the locker room, he couldn't concentrate on anything. He was supposed to be doing his homework, but all he could remember was the unwanted, hot and steamy attack. Somehow that Japanese degenerate had wormed his way into the braided boy's thoughts and wouldn't leave. Duo was considering charging the other boy rent for the amount of time he was tying up in his head.

From one side, he could hear Quatre and Trowa talking softly through the wall. And from the other side he perceived a familiar sound. It was a squeak like a rusty hamster wheel and an all too recognizable moan ….Treize Khushrenada. That red-haired bastard was screwing Zechs and neither of them had any common courtesy. The manipulative phony didn't even realize that Duo lived with the Winners now. There was someone he could legitimately beat the fuck out of and no one would care. He stormed out of his room and kicked the entrance to Zechs' lodgings in.

"Khushrenada, you fuckin' inbred twit, I'm gonna take you apart," Duo bellowed at the man lying on top of Zechs. He strode over, pulled the two apart and drew a knife he had hidden on his person (he never went unarmed anymore). "Better yet, I'm gonna castrate you!"

The auburn-haired man looked at boy holding onto his shoulder, trying to place the face. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" he asked, politely. "I mean, you do look familiar, but I'm not sure where we've met be … Oh dear." He stared into furious violet eyes, finally putting a name to the ferocious purple orbs that were glaring at him.

"Oh, dear?" Duo screeched at him. "You use me for some goddamn newspaper story, steal my heart, make me feel like I'm someone important to you, then dump me and all you have to say is OH DEAR?"

Treize gave Zechs a begging look, asking to be rescued from the ankle-biter attacking him and was met with an implacable look from his lover.

"Don't look at me, Treize," Zechs answered, getting up and pulling on a robe. "I'm not going to rescue from your own stupidity this time. Duo has every reason to be both hurt and angry at you."

"Damn fuckin' straight I do." His glare deepened. "You knew what was goin' on and instead of helpin' me; you used me like everyone else in my life has. Did you win your Pulitzer? Did the story go nationwide?"

"Ah, no," Treize said, moving away from the exposed blade and getting a glass of wine from the bottle resting on ice in the cooler. "Someone killed the story before it was printed. Seems my editor found out that I didn't do the right thing and he buried it."

"Really?" Duo asked, the tip of the knife dipping down and away from his intended victim.

"Yes, he found out that the boy who shot his father in the balls and then killed the man who had been severely abusing him was you. Where he got that information, I'll never know."

"Simple," Zechs said, "I told him. I heard about Quatre's little friend who had been abused and then saw the extra key on the table near the door." He glowered at his never faithful boyfriend. "You seem to think that monogamy is a type of rare, tropical wood instead of being a solemn oath between two people who love each other. Oh and by the way, you're on probation with me now. If I catch you with anyone else, other than me, I'll let Duo exact his revenge and turn you into a eunuch."

"Damn straight I will," Duo spoke up. He looked at Treize. "I don't know what I saw in you. You're a bigger whore than I ever was, but as Zechs is now my big brother, you hurt him and I'll make you wish you'd never been born, comprendere?"

"I understand. Please forgive me for being such an ass."

"Dude, there's no forgivin' you. I just worry about Zechs; he seems to think you're kinda special." Duo headed for the door. "Do ya think the two of ya could keep it down? It sounds like a damned hamster wheel in here. Hey Red, maybe you'd better buy Zechs a new bed, at least that way your money'd be put to a good use."

He stepped out of the room and tried to quietly close the door. For some reason, the door and frame didn't fit right anymore. He couldn't figure how that happened.

Quatre cuddled up to Trowa, the green-eyed boy sat texting someone and by the knowing smirk on his face it was a person who had no clue about something. He waited until a break in the action and then swooped in to steal a heated kiss.

"Who are you texting?"

"Heero," Trowa softly answered. "He's trying to figure out where he went wrong with Duo. It seems that Relena likes it when he steals a kiss or two. However, they were never as hot as the ones that he shared with our friend and the poor dense idiot doesn't know what to do."

"Did you try having him send flowers, candy and love notes?"

"As if Duo's going to fall for all that after…." The sound of a door crashing open stopped him mid-sentence. He looked over at his lover and raised one eyebrow. "Do you think that Treize might be over?"

"Oh crap," the little blonde yelped, sliding off the bed and heading for the door. Trowa followed close behind, wanting to protect Quatre from the raging chestnut-haired boy.

They came around the corner, just in time to hear Duo's tirade against the spoiled, older man. Zechs' calm answers reassured the two that no one was in danger. They quickly scooted around the corner and waited. Duo backed out of the room and ran into some trouble with the door.

"What the fuck," the chestnut-haired boy muttered under his breath. "Doesn't look like this place is put together very well; the damned door doesn't fit anymore."

"Well, maybe if you hadn't kicked it in, it would fit better," Trowa answered, a sly grin lighting his features. "Anything you need to talk about, Duo?"

The braided boy glared at his two friends and stalked toward his bedroom. He turned around and flipped the uni-banged boy the bird and slammed his door shut.

"Fuck you, Barton," Duo muttered from behind the safety of the wood.

Trowa slapped a hand over Quatre's mouth and dragged his boyfriend back into their room. He replaced his hand with his mouth and soon had the tiny blonde writhing against the door. He picked him up and threw him onto the bed. With a flying leap, he joined him on the crisp-sheeted, soft matressed berth. Sloppy kisses and flying clothing followed until they both were in nothing but their boxers. Trowa drew patterns on the soft belly skin of his lover and traced them with his lips. Just as his mouth began its descent toward that one spot that would pleasure both of them, Quatre stiffened and looked toward the window.

"My father's home," he said, pushing away from Trowa. He began gathering up his clothing and pulling it on.

"Quatre?"

"Something's wrong; I can feel it from here." He threw open the door and hurried down to the first level. Trowa smiled, redressed and joined the little blonde.

Zayeed Winner entered the house, hoping to avoid his children, all four of them, until he had time to process the information he'd received before leaving the office. The sight of an unmarked police car outside his family home didn't help him to feel anymore secure. How something like this could have happened he didn't know and right now he needed time to think. He heard the soft footsteps on the stairs and hoped that it was Zechs coming to meet him. Luck deserted him yet again; both Quatre and Trowa stood there and the little blonde had a very serious look on his face.

"Father?" he asked in a strangled voice.

"Quatre how was school?" he responded.

"It was alright. How was work and what are you hiding?"

"There are times that I wish you weren't so much like your mother. She could see right through me too." He walked over and poured himself two fingers worth of the fine Scotch he kept on hand for business associates and medicinal purposes. He then walked over to the brown leather sofa and flopped bonelessly down. "Something's come up and I'm not sure what to do about it."

"How can we help?" Trowa spoke up.

"I need the two of you to stay extremely close to Duo," he sighed, sitting back a little more.

"Why?" Quatre queried.

"It seems that the police took Owen Simpson, Sr. to the hospital last night with a possible heart attack and when he was supposedly unconscious he got up and left through one of the first floor Intensive Care Unit windows. The nursing staff had been tied up with a code blue and just before that happened the officer monitoring him had gone down to get a cup of coffee. It seems that he filled the bed with all the pillows in the room and slipped out." He swallowed the last finger of liquor in one gulp and looked at the two young men standing in front of him. "I would really like to keep this from Duo if at all possible. I don't want him to worry."

"He's loose?" came the straggled voice from the stairway. "No….no….he'll kill ME!" Duo screamed before he fainted dead away.