Archive: Darkflame's (Under Willow)
Category: PWP
Rating: PG
Pairings: 4+3, 1+2, 13+5
Notes: For those who don't know/speak French "Que Sera Sera' is "What will be will be"...
Dis: Nixers part was written before Turning, Nixers gets credit <sticks out tongue>

Que Sera Sera by Willow

Quatre lay passed out across Trowa's lap, Trowa was just staring at the sleeping boy. Wufei was counting the bottles on and surrounding the table; he kept loosing count. Heero was the only one of them that was not stone drunk.

Duo fell off his chair, bounced up, latched his arms around the startled Wing pilot, and began to whisper the lyrics in his ear.

"... The future's no ours to see..." he hiccuped, "Ne, Heero, what do you think of me?"

"Nani?"

"What do you think of me?" he repeated, more slowly this time.

"I think you're very drunk," Heero replied stoicly.

"Thas not wha I meant..." Duo then climbed into Heero's lap and looked at him with innocent eyes, "What do you think of me?"

"I think you are to drunk to want to know what I think..." he replied cryptically.

Duo frowned, "Wha?" He blinked at the cobalt-eyed boy, then sleep over came him.

Heero blinked in surprise as Duo went limp and faint snores could be heard. /Baka./ Heero picked up the lithe boy and carried him back to his room. /He's light!/ He thought in shock. He'd seen how much the American could pack away, how could he be this light?

Heero set Duo down on his bed. The boy stirred, curling up into a ball. /So trusting.../ Heero turned and headed for the door. Before he knew it strong arms were wrapped around him and a warm, lithe body was pressed against his back.

"Don't leave me, Heero..." the boy behind him whispered.

"Duo..." Heero said as he turned, he found himself staring into a pair of beconing violet eyes.

"Please, Heero, don't leave me..." The violet eyes glazed over with tears. And fear.

"Duo, you're just drunk..."

"Don't you even care for me? Heero..."

"Of course I care for you, baka..." Duo smiled gleefully, "You're my friend..."

Duo's face fell. Heero watched a frown marr the American's beautiful features. /Beautiful features? What am I thinking?!/ He thought, but he countined to stare at the boy as Duo began to cry.

"Why are you crying?" Heero asked.

Duo sniffed, "Don't leave... please... I don' wanna have any nightmares... please?"

"I'll stay until you fall asleep..." /Wait? We share a room... why would I leave anyway?/ With this Duo seemed to collapse in on himself, exhaustion and alcohol dragging him down into the world of sleep. Heero caught the boy and placed him back on the bed.

Heero backed away from the bed and watched the sleeper.

Duo was curled up in a ball. /If he had pointy ears and a tail, he'd look just like a cat!/ Heero thought in amusement.

>> Willow

Heero rigidly sat down on the edge of his bed, opposite Duo's, and glanced at the decidedly feline pilot of Deathscythe. He'd never really bothered to look at his partner before after hours, and seeing the usually animate boy so silent and still was almost disquieting. More than once he repressed the urge to check the other's pulse, just to be on the safe side of course. /Duo under 37 decibels, miracles never cease./ He thought with a wry smirk.

/What was that baka talking about anyway, nightmares? I've been in the same room with him for who knows how long (too long anyway) something as loud as a nightmare would have alerted me immediately wouldn't it?/ Shaking his head bemused and asking himself why he cared, he stood up to check on the pilots in the other room.

The answer to his question came not a moment later when the American's features twisted up into an anguished scowl. There wasn't any turning or thrashing as he had come to expect from the horror movies that Duo had subjected them all to, but from the subtle shift in his posture, white knuckles, and half articulated murmurs, the boy's dreams were obviously nowhere in the realm of pleasant.

/I promised the baka I'd keep him from having any nightmares... Close enough anyway. Failure isn't an option./ Heero confirmed to himself.

/So now what?/

.....A few minutes crept by.....

/I will not panicIwillnotpanicIwillNOTpanic.... just treat it as a mission Yuy./ He told himself sternly. Quickly, he sorted the information through his mind.

Mission:

Keep the subject from experiencing any abnormal variations in the REM sleep pattern without waking said subject.

Nimru Ryoukai.

This decided, he stared at the other pilot with a much more determined expression of confusion.

After a few moments of watching the others increasingly troubled sleep. He sat down awkwardly on the edge of Duo's bed. Encouraged when the other seemed to calm down a bit, he placed a hand on Duo's shoulder, mildly surprised at the knots of tension he felt there. He'd simply always assumed Duo was the most relaxed of the group.

Duo's reaction to the physical contact was dramatic and immediate. Without so much as breaking the rhythm of his breathing, he suddenly latched onto Heero's arm, and half dragged him over. Somehow in the process, he managed to thoroughly immobilize the other pilot by half tangling him in the sheets and draping his own body over Heero's lap.

/Great, 10 years of training, and the Perfect Solider turns into the Human Teddy Bear in three seconds flat./ In the process of working up a gundanmium-melting Death Glare (tm) the likes of which fandom has never yet seen, he slowly realized that the braided boy had managed to slip into a much more peaceful sleep. Satisfied with the unexpected turn of events, he nodded briefly to himself.

/Nimru kan... erk?/ Heero attempted to stand up, only to find that Duo had latched onto his arm with the human equivalent of a snapping turtles' tenacity. Resigning himself to the fact that he was going to get nowhere soon without breaking the "without waking the subject" part of his "mission," he settled in for a long night punctuated by Duo's soft snores.

In the process of untangling the sheets and making himself more comfortable, he missed the slightly upturned curl to the sleeping boy's lips..

Meanwhile outside...

"Fortysheven, forty... forty... shix! no... wait...." Wufei's onyx eyes crossed slightly as he puzzled out this affront to his muzzled logic. "Thish would be SHO mush eashier if all the tables would shtay put."

The Chinese man glanced hopefully at Trowa, who simply stared back with one slightly unfocused eye. Trowa, he drunkenly mused, would look almost sober if his shoulders didn't hitch every few seconds from some silent hiccup. Quatre on the other hand, had resurfaced from his nap in time to comment.

"It can't be that hard. There's only three of them." At the Arabian's softly slurring voice, Trowa stiffened slightly. It had taken Duo hours to convince Quatre to have "just a sip," but what had been unleashed from that innocent looking Pandora's Box was nearly as frightening as Quatre under the Zero System's influence. The blond-haired youth obviously had some issues stemming back from his childhood with twenty-nine sisters, judging from the way he "just wanted to style that bang just a liiitttttllllllleeeeeee Tawwowa-chan."

"Showsh what you know." Wufei declared pompusly. He poked a finger at Quatre, missing his intended target of the blonde's nose. Both men blinked at the offending digit for a moment before Quatre burst into giggles. Wufei simply sat there with a solemnly cross-eyed expression. "I erm-- What wash I talkin' bout?"

"Oh probably justish-- MRPPH!" Trowa frantically slapped a hand over Quatre's mouth, trying to head off any possible rants about the many injustices of dancing tables. The action alas, came too late, as Wufei's eyes brightened, taking on an almost feverish gleam.

"HAI! Shegei deshu!" Wufei tottered to his feet, and was about to expound upon his favorite subject when a beep from Heero's laptop (momentarily forgotten by the soldier in his transportation of their fellow pilot) interrupted.

Quatre (with liberal help from Trowa) made his way to the uncluttered desk and blearily read the information scrolling across the screen.

"Oh my..."

>> Nixers

On the screen was a new mission, too bad none of the three pilots could focus enough to tell exactly what it entailed. So as a result they looked at each other and shrugged, "Mahbe we sho geh Heero..." Quatre mumbled sleepily. The other two pilots looked at him strangly.

"What?"

"I dunno know," Wufei mumbled before settling back down to try once again to count the bottles. Trowa sighed and tried to climb to his feet. He was having an awefully hard time of it though, because Quatre was still latched onto Trowa's lanky legs.

"Hm, oh Quatre. Could you let go," he murmered when he finally caught on to what was holding him down, Quatre just giggled slightly and held on harder. After a blurry cross eyed look at the blond boy Trowa sat back down with a plop.

"After all," he mused, slipping into a deep sleep, "if it was really important they would of sent it at a better time." he started to snore softly as Quatre begin to play with his bang in delight, ignoring the taller pilots snores.

Back in the bed room....

Heero cocked his head to the side at a noise that sounded distincly like his laptop beeping. He tried to disentangle himself from the self proclaimed Shinigami's arms but to no avail.

"Oh well, if it's a mission or something important one of the others will get me." he shifted again as the sleeping pilot latched onto him tighter. He sighed softly, realizing it was going to be a long night since the braided baka didn't seem to be planning on letting go too soon. To try to fend off the invaiding boredom Heero started to softly sing a lullaby:

"Hush my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed, Heavenly blessings without number, Gently fall upon thy head, Lullaby, lullaby Go to sleep my love, my dear, Lullaby, lullaby, God will keep you ever near"

The others didn't know it, but Heero actually was a wonderful singer. it was one of the hobbies he had had as a child. He sang songs to keep himself company when he was alone. At the soft singing the pilot who had latched himself so firmly onto Heero's waist and arm smiled softly and started to relax again.

Meanwhile...

"I've got a bubbly bunch of coconuts, deedaly de... There they are are standing in a... oof" Wufei complains as he falls back off the couch. Quatre just sat there and laughed at the druken pilot, while Trowa was fased out and staring at nothing on the wall. Then the laptop beeped again.

"Well damn," Wufei muttered.

>> Mistress Of Death

"Someone's gotta get that, go get heeroo." Quatre said, then he looked at Trowa and started singing again. "Trowa you're myyyyyyyyy herooooooooooooooo."

Wufei had had enough of Quatre's singing and went to go find Heero to help make the wretched beeping stop.

Heero was starting to cramp up because of the position he was laying and Duo refused to let go. Every time he tried to unravel Duo's arms from around him he got more tangled up. It was plain to see that Duo wasn't going to let go anytime soon, so he cracked his back and rested.

His hand strayed up to Duo's long, thick braid and he wanted so much to run his fingers through the softness. Carefully he popped the rubberband that held Duo's hair together and combed it out until it fluffed around him like a small cloud.

It was silk, pure silk that his hand was encased in, soon his other hand joined in and it became pure joy to touch Duo's hair. He wanted more, so much more.

Duo sighed and whispered Heero's name in his dream. "Heero....."

Wufei started to climb the stairs that led up to everyones bedroom when he vision blurred and he stumbled back. "Oi! Why is everything moving, I'm the only one that posed to be moving," he said as he clutched the handrail despertly.

He had almost got to the top of the stairs when he felt Quatre run by him, waving something in the air, singing: "I see London, I see France, I got Trowa's under pants." Wufei's nose started to bleed.

Heero didn't mind being wrapped around Duo, he didn't mind being around the braided baka as much as he said he did. He caressed Duo's cheek and lightly ran his fingers over Duo's lips. They were warm and soft. He wondered how they would feel against his own. He leaned down to kiss Duo when the door burst open.

Quatre ran into the room swinging a pair of boxers in the air.

>> Latoya.

Heero stared in surprise at Quatre who was giggling and waving what appeared to be Trowa's underwear. They had to be Trowa's because he was the one trying to wrestle them from Quatre.

Although how Quatre had Trowa's underwear while Trowa still had his pants on was a mystery.

"Oi, Duo's sleeping!" Heero said while glaring his "Death Glare" at the two wrestling pilots. Neither pilot saw the look as Trowa had his hand stuffed down Quatre's pants in an attempt to relieve Quatre of his underwear.

Unaware of the what was going on in Heero's room Wufei stumbled in having finally stopped the nose bleed which had cause him to fall down the stairs, "Heero the com.....pu..t..." Wufei's nose gushed a waterfall of blood as he took in the scene in front of him.

Heero on the bed with a loose haired Duo draped across his lap, bending in a motion to KISS HIM!........ Trowa and Quatre each had their hands in Quatre's pants moving them in a fast and rough motion..... GAH!!!!

Wufei stumbled back out of the room muttering to himself, "The indec..<hiccup>...ncy in this house..... injusssstuce... everyune hah someune bus me! <sniff>

Meanwhile in the background the laptop was still beeping and it was picking up in urgency!

Heero stared at Trowa and Quatre who had stopped fighting each other and were staring hopelessly into each others eyes. "Trowa," Quatre said in a soft voice "I...... <hiccup>..... need your....."

Heero's eyes widened at what seemed to be a declaration from Quatre when the Baka in his lap woke up with his face in HEERO'S LAP!!!!!!!

Duo scrambled off his lap and yelled from the floor at Heero, "Hentai! Ecchi!!!!" Heero glared at Duo and said in an icy tone,"Omae o Korosu."

>> Angelica.

"You're going to kill me! You are the one who put my head..." Duo ranted on and on, ostensibly to hide the fact that waking up in Heero's lap was NOT unpleasant, and that in fact it was incredibly... arousing. Heero stared at Duo coldly. Wufei gratefully interrupted the little drama.

"Shut up, baka, just kiss him, you know you both want to! Heero you were about to kiss him before and Duo you are always whining about how, Murphledorf." Duo silenced him with a pillow, and looked sheepishly into Heero's eyes.

Or tried too, but he was distracted by Heero's lips on his own. He was surprisingly gentle on the lips. 'Gentle on the lips, and easy on the eyes. He really is perfect. Guess tonight I will find out just how perfect.' was Duo's last coherent thought. Then Duo willingly opened his mouth to Heero's invasion.

Meanwhile, Wufei had pulled the now attached at the mouth Quatre and Trowa out of the room. Then thrown them in their own room where they proceded to go at it like horny rabbits.

"Maybe I should go check out the mission...at leas stop that blasted beeping." Wufei went to the laptop screen, but it wasn't from the doctors. It was... it was from... Treize.

"Dragon, I have finally located you and will be there to finish our little... match... in a few minutes, I will come alone, and will not reveal your hiding place to anybody... I promise. Forever yours, Love, Treize."

"As usual Treize, you have im...ppec... impecc...able timing." Wufei murmered as he fell into an alchohol induced slumber.

~owari~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~owari~

>> Rhi

(:./willow/que)