13-Oct-2000
Category: Action, Adventure, Romance, Friendship
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4x5 (combinations there of)
Rating: R (Language)
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made or sought here.
NOTES: Bonne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) is the wonderful puppeteer of Wufei and Heero and I'm responsible for Quatre, Duo and Trowa.
Heero's eyes widened in the split second as he saw the flying body and he was able to brace for the sudden weight. He found his nose and inch from Quatre's and his cobalt blue eyes had never been wider.
"Quatre..." he growled, a bit of surprise managing to make it to his tone, as well as a slight warning. Then he dropped the gun and seized the blond around the waist. The next thing Quatre knew, he was being carried into the bedroom and then tossed on the bed next to Duo.
Heero stood over the bed and glared. "What is this?"
Duo had his hands over his mouth. In fact he had his own braid stuffed in his mouth with both hands over it to keep from laughing out loud. His pale skin was a soft rosy color from the effort it was taking not to laugh hysterically.
Normally, Quatre would never have taken such a liberty with Heero. He bounced once on the bed and grinned over at the squirming Duo then he got his legs under him till he was sitting on his heels, hands along his knees as he looked up at Heero.
"Hi. I'm Quatre Raberba Winner and I owe you my life and mental fortitude a few times over. Given our past history I was keeping my mouth shut and... hugging you."
A scowl tugged at Heero's arched brows. He flickered a glance at Duo, noting his smothered mirth. No help there.
"Winner..." Heero growled. His eyes dropped for a second, then pinned Quatre again. "You don't owe me."
It took a lot because he was used to tiptoeing around Heero but Quatre held his ground. "Yes. I do. Whether you choose to accept it or not... I cannot make you. However, it doesn't change the fact that you have been here for me, keeping me safe and also helping me through a very difficult time in my life."
Quatre shifted then, sliding off the bed and getting to his feet and with a little less force but no little emotion, he wrapped his arms around Heero again, hugging him. His voice quiet. "Thank you."
Heero was still for a moment, then his arms moved around the blond, returning the embrace. He sighed. Silently but Quatre could feel his chest move.
Quatre felt the sigh and as he had no verbal response for it, he just held on to the other boy that much tighter for the moment, pushing his feelings and emotions into the embrace. Finally, Quatre leaned back and with a quick glance to Duo, took Heero's face in his hands, kissing the Japanese boy gently.
Breaking the kiss, he looked into those intense cobalt blue eyes and repeated softly. "Thank. You."
Heero blinked at Quatre like a large dog with a butterfly on it's nose. He felt a wave of heat and shoved it down as quickly as he could manage.
"What... did Wufei say?" Heero managed an even tone. It took effort but he wasn't the Perfect Soldier for nothing.
Quatre continued to hold Heero's face gently as he met the intense gaze. "Nothing more then enough to let me know I had hurt you."
Duo was over his fit of the giggles and watching the two boys with concerned violet eyes.
Heero's scowl intensified. "Chang," he muttered. He focused on Quatre. "There is nothing you need to worry about. He should be taking care of you and your emotional well-being, not... not interfering."
Quatre's brows lifted gracefully. "I believe, that he is doing, just that." He spoke gently, then lifted his chin a little. "How long did you think you'd be able to keep feelings like that away from me? Were you planning upon taking yourself far away so I wouldn't *feel* them? I felt you self-destruct from miles apart, in the middle of battle, when I was even more distracted."
Heero's expression softened. He reached out and touched Quatre's cheek. "You *never* been more distracted," he said quietly. "Because this distraction is internal. And no, I wasn't going 'far away'. I just don't... hold on to things. I can't. I have to let them go. You didn't... hurt me. But I did think that perhaps you might be better off... with other arrangements."
Duo once again found his braid quite tasty, because he could have told Heero that, that dog wasn't gonna hunt. Sliding unabashedly naked from the bed, he pointed towards the bathroom and retreated in that general direction.
Quatre turned his cheek into Heero's touch without taking his eyes off the other boy. That certain fierce expression came into his eyes. "You can let go all you need to Heero but you'll find I'm a pretty tenacious little burr." Quatre looked down a little with a small grin. "Perhaps too much at times but..." he shrugged and looked back up. "You could have asked me, you know."
Heero pressed his lips together. "Hn." Then, "I had other things to say to Chang. Just forget it."
Quatre, meanwhile, sort of puffed up, like a kitten with his back arched. His jaw set in those stubborn lines that usually sent Trowa running for the hills. "I will do no such thing. I'm not going to forget it. As for whatever else you two discussed, that is between the two of you, Wufei didn't say and I won't ask. For the record, I was getting to like this arrangement. For a number of reasons."
Heero watched the blond dig in. He tilted his head slightly. "Okay," he said simply. Then he smiled. It was a rare sight and nearly breathtaking.
Having wound himself up to having to be ultra stubborn, Quatre blinked, stunned as Heero seemed to fold. Then, in the face of that bright, beautiful smile, Quatre blinked. "Ah." He said brilliantly.
Heero nodded, the smile relaxing but not quite leaving entirely. "We thought... you were going to be busy," he said, deadpan but the tease was there, completely intangible but clear for someone of Quatre's perceptions.
"Ah" Quatre repeated brilliantly, then blinked and looked at how Heero was... loosely dressed and then it finally sank in on him, Duo's state of nudity as the braided boy had sashayed to the bathroom, not to mention the awareness of those very universal, yet unique scents and flavors in the air.
Blushing, hotly, Quatre cleared his throat. "Ah... yes right. I... door ... now." It was like.. walking in on your parents. You knew they "did it" because... well you were here but at the same time.
Heero glanced in Duo's direction to see if the braided boy was able to enjoy this moment as he was doing. "It's okay," Heero said. Since Quatre hadn't moved from the bed yet, Heero sat down next to him and deliberately put his arms around the blond. The hug was careful and precise ... like the person giving it but it was a hug, after all.
Duo was watching the pair in the mirror in the bathroom and Heero's sharp eyes could see the American hunched over, shoulder's heaving with mirth. Duo loved the few times that his lover's unique sense of humor surfaced. He loved to watch it as it usually had him rolling, clutching his sides, gasping for air. The expression on his little brother's face was priceless as well. All in all, Duo Maxwell was having a blast.
Quatre was a natural hugger. It was a throwback to his childhood years when he was the baby of the family and huggable. He hadn't known how to use his own two feet till the age of 3. Though he was still flustered, torn between acute embarrassment, acute awareness and... well simple shock at Heero's gentle teasing, he leaned into the hug, returning it warmly.
"Better," Heero said softly. He brushed the blond curls back from Quatre's face. "Everything's fine," he said to the bluegreen eyes.
At the moment, Heero could probably tell him that pigs were flying and Quatre would nod agreeably. Those bright eyes searched Heero's, then he grinned and nodded before laying his cheek against Heero's bare shoulder, giving the Japanese boy a tight squeeze.
Heero looked over the top of the blond head and sought Duo again. His look seemed to say, okay, what do I do now?
Duo had secured a towel about his waist.. it was a small towel but a towel nonetheless and he was watching the pair with bright, warm violet eyes. The manic energy still burned in Duo's expression but it was momentarily shunted aside but the simple enjoyment of the view.
He grinned up at Heero and shrugged. Waggling his brows impishly at his lover, 'you are on your own Master' the expression said, 'and I'm considering selling tickets!'
Heero shot Duo a glare in return. He tilted Quatre's head up with a finger under his chin.
"Duo and I are going to fuck. Want to stay and help?"
Duo coughed hard and disappeared into the bathroom. Quatre's eyes went.. huge and he squeaked. His cheeks went bright red, though if it was from embarrassment at the suggestion, or embarrassment at... feeling a certain tug in that direction... well that would be up to Heero to figure out.
Taking a breath and getting over his initial shock, Quatre swallowed and grinned, wickedly at Heero. He wasn't going to back down and the little blond could be quite brazen when pushed.
"Delightful as that would be, I'm certain you two don't need assistance."
Heero shrugged, unconcerned. "Need? No..."
Then he reached over and began buttoning Quatre's shirt. He smiled. "It's tempting to keep you here. I can't think of anything that would piss Wufei and Trowa off more...."
Quatre chuckled softly, waiting till his shirt was buttoned, then slowly moving to stand up. "Depends upon what new tricks you sent me back with. " He winked, openly doing something he never would have considered doing with Heero before... teasing.
Heero tilted his head, a calculating look fleeting across his face. "Hn," he said, and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. Duo! Stop hiding in the bathroom!"
Quatre gave Heero a sassy little lift of his brows, then he turned, sliding his hands into the pockets of his slacks, which did.. two things. One, it tightened the fabric across his flanks and two, it pushed the shirt up to expose said tightening. Quatre knew how to use body language and from dealing with those damnable meetings, he was honing the art.
"Yes, Duo... stop hiding in the bathroom and come take care of Heero!" He sing, songed over his shoulder.
Duo poked his head out of the bathroom door. He'd ditched the towel... it was about to get pushed out of the way by tenting action. He caught the tail end of Quatre's sassy exit and shot towards his back.
"We don't have a *blood* relationship you know!"
Quatre's bright laughter carried back into the room as Duo turned and grinned maniacally at Heero just before he charged the bed. "Inbound!!"
Heero caught the flying body deftly, pulling Duo across his lap, face up, tangling a hand in his braid and stroking his bare hip with the other. "Maybe later," he murmured, and bent to kiss the breath out of his lover.
Quatre let himself out, still blushing a little as he leaned against the door and gave his head a shake. Licking his lips he pushed away from the door and headed back towards his room.
Wufei had made himself comfortable ... removing shoes and various other articles of clothing, while keeping an eye on Trowa and watching his expression.
Trowa had, for the most part, stayed in the chair. After Quatre had first left, the green eyed boy had sunk into a quiet, introspective mood, as if he had something on his mind and he was weighing it out very carefully. He'd frowned often and shifted in the chair, a sure indicator that he was agitated about something.
However, after a low growl, at himself, Trowa had focused his eyes on Wufei and his expression had softened. There was gentle heat, now glowing in those green eyes, as he watched his graceful lover getting more...'comfortable.'
Wufei perched on Quatre's large bed and crossed his bare legs into lotus position. "Anticlimactic, ne?"
Trowa blinked and looked up into Wufei's face. "Hmm?"
"After being gone, here we are and his blondness leaves... anticlimactic," Wufei elaborated, with a slight smile.
Trowa shifted in the chair. "He..." Trowa stopped and looked down. "He's unfocused. When he slows down for a moment, he'll finally realize we are *here.* "
Wufei nodded. "You seem to have something on your mind," he mentioned.
Trowa moved gracefully, coming to his feet in a smooth motion. "Yes. I...never told him, what I told you. Before we came back, I'd made the decision to tell him everything. Now, I don't know if doing so would be selfish of me."
Wufei was quiet for a few moments. "It's on your mind. How can you not?"
"Because I can't decide if I'd be telling him, for his sake... or for my own." Trowa whispered, watching the door with a hint of longing.
"How about for my sake," Wufei said softly.
Trowa went stock still. That sort of complete stillness that comes from a great cat before it pounces. Then he looked away from the door, towards Wufei.
"Do... do you want me to tell him?"
"I think you should. It was a shock to me. But I won't ask you to go against what you think is best," Wufei answered seriously.
"I don't know... what's best or right. Just what needs to be done." Trowa whispered and he moved towards the bedroom door. Stopping, he turned and looked over his shoulder at Wufei, smiling, lovingly though in obvious torment.
"Would you, mind if I spoke to him... told him, alone?"
Wufei released a breath. He smiled but his eyes were a little sad. "Of course not, koi. I never want to come between you."
Trowa hesitated for a moment, then he turned and walked back towards Wufei. Standing in front of him, he reached and took the young dragon's face between his hands, looking down into dark eyes.
"My love, this... won't be easy. I don't know how he'll react but my instinct is telling me that perhaps we are expecting a bit much for him to smile through my words. Please... I beg you... remember that we both love you, unconditionally and that you do not...'come between us' in any way. Please... please Wufei." Trowa's voice was nearly strangled.
Wufei looked up, his dark eyes clear. "I don't expect him to smile - I don't expect anything. I do understand what you are saying and thank you, my love. But some things are out of all our power. Don't be concerned."
"Be concerned about what?" Came the quiet, bright tones of their blond lover from the doorway. Quatre was watching them with gentle, worried eyes. Trowa looked over at the doorway, without releasing Wufei.
"About me." Wufei answered. He smiled. "Welcome back. Get it straightened out?"
Quatre gave a little nod, still looking at Trowa. Then he looked to Wufei and gave a confused little smile. "Yes, left them happily fucking like minks."
Trowa stroked his fingers tenderly along Wufei's cheeks as he withdrew, turning to face Quatre. "There, is something I need to talk to you about little one."
"Um, all right." Quatre leaned against the doorjamb. Trowa stepped away from the bed and walked to the Arabian.
"Let's talk in here."
End Part 19
Laekin
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