Duo Maxwell pushed the key into the door and swung it open, dropping his duffel the minute he stepped foot onto the hardwood floor. "Oi! Heeee~eeeero! Tell me ya missed me!" One hand came to push wire-framed glasses up on an aquiline nose, a dark almost-auburn brow rising.
"No," Heero Yuy answered calmly, shutting down his laptop with a flicker of his fingers.
The window in the room was already open, a few dishes stacked as always (when it was cool, anyway!) on the radiator underneath it so they'd be close to the sink that was only feet away. "Koooiiii!" Duo sulked. "You didn't miss me? Wah! My heart's broken!" He sniffed and stepped in, braid tickling the back of his thighs since his indecently cut shorts were practically obscene.
"I didn't say that," Heero assured him, taking off the glasses and dropping back onto his already made bed. The room without Duo was exquisitely and precisely *neat*. Should one drop a pin, there would be no need to search; it would be quite obvious where said pin had fallen. Since Duo had arrived, however...
The duffel bounced off of Duo's bed, the door slamming with enough force that it should have shattered the mirror on the back as he pounced onto Heero's bed. "Yamero!" Heero muttered too late as Duo's fingers searched for and found ribs that were undeniably ticklish.
"Didn't miss me, huh, koi? I missed you! A whole godforsaken fucking three months! Why come we gotta have summer vacation away from here anyway? Man, it'd be heaven to get to stay with you, but noooooo, I gotta go to South America to the Mission because Dad and Mommmmmmmph!" Heero claimed his mouth deep and hard for a moment to shut him up, hand sneaking beneath his tanktop to caress over sweetly puckering nipples. "Wow," Duo breathed huskily. "I'd forgotten just how good that is!" He grinned. "Do it again?"
Heero's hand smacked down on his ass. "Unpack, Maxwell! Remind me how you got into Wilmington, you brat?"
The lithe braided boy wriggled his rear delightedly, asking for more. "My wonderful marvelous incredibly sexy boyfriend hacked their computer system and got me in?"
"Right. So unpack, for gods' sake!" Heero snorted, pushing Duo off and watching him tumble to the floor.
The sullen expression that popped up was followed by the quick poking of a tongue. "I'm gonna go visit Trowa and Quatre!" he declared. "You're no fun anymore, koi!"
"That's my line," came the muffled reply as Duo stepped between the radiator and the sink on his way towards the bathroom of the suite. "Um, Duo..."
"Yare, yare," Duo said lazily, opening the door. A flood of steam exited the tiny room and a sudden tenor shriek echoed as Duo stepped one foot inside. With an echoing cry, Duo slammed the door shut and flung himself against it, panting quickly. "HEERO!!" he shouted. "THAT WASN'T QUATRE!"
"I know," Heero answered.
"And it sure as HELL wasn't Trowa!" Duo bellowed again.
"Yes, that's what I was tr--"
"WHO THE FUCK IS IN OUR BATHROOM!?"
The door flung open backwards and Duo went tumbling down onto the tiles of the minute lavatory. "Pardon me," said the Chinese boy Duo had just seen utterly and completely unclothed and who was now swathed in a towel big enough to swallow him. "But could you KNOCK next time?" The exasperation was rather obvious and Duo blinked violet eyes up from the floor.
"Uh... Yeah?" Duo managed, blinking at the smooth oval of that face.
"Good," he answered, offering Duo a hand. With care, he pulled the barely-clad American up off the floor, gently pushed him into his room and slammed the door shut. There was a distinct mutter left behind. "Next time, I remember to lock the door!"
Duo stumbled to his bed to blink curiously at the bathroom door, still stunned. "Uh, Heero?"
"Yes?" his Prussian-eyed lover responded.
"Who's the guy with the little animé mech tattooed on his ass?" Duo's wide violet eyes were a little shocked. BOY, had he gotten an eyeful through their clear plastic shower curtain!
"He's got a what?" Heero asked curiously, frowning.
"You know, a little mech, like Mazing... Hey! Why're YOU so curious!? And why aren't Trowa and Quatre next door where they belong?" Duo crossed his arms over his chest, that amaryllis gaze narrowing sharply.
"..." Heero contemplated for a moment. "Name's Wufei, I think. That's what it says on the message board across the hall, anyway. He's Chinese, obviously."
"So what's he doing in Trowa and Quatre's room!?" Duo repeated himself, frowning.
"Dunno. Haven't talked to Quatre yet," Heero replied, his store of words for the day almost used up. He opened his mouth again only to be stopped by Duo's hand held up before him.
"Nope! Stop there, koi! It's ok, it'll be more fun if I find out on my own, ne?" He twirled around, glancing back once with a grin and wriggling his ass on the way towards the door. "Gimme an hour. I'll know what color all of his underwear is by then AND I'll know what T an' Q are up to besides!"
Heero's Raggedy Andy doll hit the door as it closed after that very cute rear end. "Hmph."
Duo grinned at the muffled thud. Yep. It was Ragg'y Andy, all right, typical. He! Heero could be SO predictable some days! He glanced across at the message board so unlike their own neat white one, 'Wufei' written in the GIRLIEST handwriting you ever DID see. Lots of little pandas pounced and trounced up and down the sides of the board and a little squiggle in the very corner announced it as having been drawn by 'Meiran'. Meiran, huh? Now that sounded like a girly name so chances are there was a girl in Wu-chan's life!
Hey.. Wu-chan! That was kinda neat, Duo bet he'd object like hell, but that was all right, 'cause he DID have a cute tush.
Duo wasn't promiscuous by any means but he DID have a fine appreciation for a nice ass, and, well, that had been a nice ass! Still, shame that there was a girl around, but maybe they could do something about that! And maybe... Hmmm. Well, if he couldn't find a student who knew anything, he could probably talk to the RA! Nabiki-sempai knew everything about EVERYBODY and information could always be gotten for a price but since Duo so often knew as much as she it had been easier to set up an information exchange! Still, this one would cost him dearly. He guessed he'd have to give her the REAL dirt on what went on when Kurama-kun took those horticulture classes. Shame, really, he'd enjoyed keeping that little secret for his own! "He! Imagine bein' able to produce ki like that!" he declared happily, turning to the left and flipping his braid back over his shoulder.
The door to the dorm room next to theirs was open and he peeked in as he walked past, doing a one hundred and eighty degree turn at the sight of a golden head popping up from leaning over to peek under a bed. "Quatre! Yo!"
Bright tourmaline eyes smiled up at him, dust sprinkling the tip of his nose. "Oh! Duo! Hi!" He reached up and brushed the dirt away, sneezing violently. "Ugh! I really wish they'd DUST while we were gone! Whoever stayed in here before sure wasn't very clean!"
"Where's Trowa?" Duo asked curiously, fidgeting and squirming onto the bed nearby. Stupid boys' dorm. They all had twin beds and gods knew the girls did, too, but why was it acceptable for two *girls* to put their bed together and make one big bed but not for boys to do it? He'd never figure that one out!
Trowa's head peeked around the door to the tiny bathroom, one that obviously wasn't shared with anyone else. "Cleaning this thing. It's filthy," he declared before going back in and continuing.
"Aaaah," Duo nodded sagely. "I should've known. You guys are such neat freaks!"
"We just don't like old pizza boxes under the bed is all, Duo!" Quatre declared with cheer.
Duo snickered. "Yeah, well. You won't have to put up with it this year 'cause there's a stranger in our suite!" He pouted. "I wonder why you guys got reassigned?" The sheepish look on the Arabian's golden face said it all. "You know something, doncha, Q!? C'mon, give! Give! Before I pop!"
"Well..." Quatre's face twisted in a little expression that wobbled between wanting to tell and wanting to keep quiet.
"C'mon, Q! You know I won't say anything, except to Heero or you guys! We're all friends and it's ok to tell your friends stuff that everybody else doesn't need to know! Spit it out!" The American's face took on a distinct expression of pleading. "Please please please please plea..."
"Tell him to shut him up!" Trowa pleaded, voice echoing from the bathroom.
"Well, ok. So long as you don't say anything to him about it!" Quatre replied worriedly.
"Sure thing!" Duo nodded solemnly. "A missionary brat always keeps his promises! Duo Maxwell! He runs, he hides, but he NEVER lies!"
Quatre tried not to roll his eyes at the rather typical spiel; he'd heard it all before, would undoubtedly hear it again, but he'd actually kind of MISSED it during the three months they'd all been apart! The time without Trowa had nearly killed him but they were back now and life was *definitely* looking better. "All right, Duo. It's like this...."
The explanation spieled on and on and on and the braided boy's violet orbs got wider and wider and wider until the tale was told. By that time, his eyes were as round as tea saucers. "Man. Must be tough, your twin sister running away with a circus clown like that..."
Quatre nodded sympathetically. "But the worst of it is that it was part of the troupe Trowa's family travels with! So Wufei doesn't know that yet..."
"That still doesn't explain why the room switch!" Duo told him, a hand on his hip as he leaned forward. "What's with that?"
"Oh! Yes! Well, Khushrenada-kouchou thought that perhaps it would be best if he had suitemates since his parents insisted on a private room and since the only room left was this one... and, well, you and Heero weren't here yet..."
"Quatre volunteered for us to move!" Trowa finished, stepping out of the bathroom and stripping off the rubber gloves. "Hn. Whoever lived here last..."
"Was even messier than Duo!" Quatre finished, teasing the chestnut haired boy as he crossed his arms behind his head and grinned unrepentantly.
"Yep!" Duo declared, sashaying a bit as he stood there. "Look, you guys... I'm gonna go next door and put some things away. Want me to call and order pizza and us eat out on the patio? It's gorgeous weather...! And maybe the smell of it'll draw Wu-chan out of his room!"
The sound of Trowa's snort was disbelieving. "Not if you get anchovies on it, Duo."
"C'mon!" the missionary boy insisted. "Anchovies are *good*!"
Quatre's nose crinkled in a delicate expression of dislike. "Duo, if you get anchovies on it, *I* won't go out on the patio, and I'm certainly not shy... OR new!"
A deep heaving sigh followed that statement. "Oh, all RIGHT! Man... you guys are gettin' to be as bad as Hee-chan! 'Duo, no anchovies!' 'Duo, pick up your dirty socks, I'm not doing it for you!' 'Duo, you can't even shut up when we're...' Eh-he," he stopped with a smirking little grin. Snickers sounded from his audience. "Look, guys... tell you what. Hee-chan'll insist on cheese, anyhow. Gimme.... I'll have it delivered in forty-five minutes, k?"
"What are you going to do with that much time?" Quatre asked before his eyes went wide.
With a little roll of his hips, Duo shoved his hands in the pockets of his shorts and strolled towards the door. "All I gotta say is... you might wanna turn up the radio, boys. See ya in forty-five!"
Carefully, Trowa stepped forward and shut the door behind him. "The new guy will *never* come out of his room," he murmured.
"We'll see," Quatre said with a slight smile. "For now... let's finish up here?"
That said, both of the boys turned and continued cleaning and unpacking. After all - pizza was only forty-five minutes away!
The End
Tzigane -- Please send feedback to the author at: wufeinomiko@crosswinds.net
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