Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angel Heart ❯ Angel Heart-The Brotherhood ( Chapter 11 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Things escalate beyond control when the truth of Quatre's family life is revealed and poor Quatre is on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Will the guys be able to save him?

Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.17.2004 | Updated On: 04.04.2008 | Pages: 20 | Words: 28.0K | Visits: 546 | Status: Work In Progress

Title: Angel Heart

Date created: August 31, 2003

Last revised: April 5, 2008

Author: Eternal Spark aka Sparky aka Carol Edwards

Pairings: 6x3, 1x4, 5x2, RxOcc

Disclaimers: Don't own. Won't sell. Why? `Cause they ain't mine.

Warning: AU, Drama, NCS, Language, Angst, Consensual sex as the story progresses.

Achived: if you want, but please ask first.

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Comments: You better or I will sic Quatre on you!! *Grabbing a genki Quatre ^_^ for back up*

Email: dreamersisle@yahoo.com

Author's Notes: Yes!! I have finally finished this chapter. ^_^ I know! I know! *Sparky hears the complaints from the peanuts gallery for taking so long to write this* I'm finally free for the time being. Shoujocon 2003 and BAAF 2003 are over and that was my limit. ^_^ Hmmm…now what did I accomplish you may ask? A whole lot that I am very proud of! Now I can get back to what I love best- bringing you guys fantastic stories filled with drama, romance and enough angst that would make a shoujo mangaka proud!!! Now…this chapter is where things really start heating up. People have been bugging me about the bouncing courtship of Wufei's and Duo's characters and I have listened to their demands. Sparks will finally fly between these two or my name is not Eternal Spark, no da! Also, our poor Quatre has a much overdue hard heart to heart with his older brother. You guys better have a tissue ready because the road towards it will not be pretty. Warning for language, craziness and finally a lemon warning!!! Aren't you proud of me?!?!

Dedication: Dedications are in order to the following people: To Silverfox, my busy websister who is busy with school. I miss her so much. I have so much anime to send to her. Kudos to Cassima for being my beta reader. I know her life is stressful and I'm proud that she takes to time to read my stuff. To Chibikit, an inspiration! ^_^ I love you guys!!! Special hugs, kisses, chibi Duos and Feis to all the readers out there because without you I wouldn't want to do this.

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Angel Heart

Chapter ten: The Brotherhood

You are my wings the one who will keep me afloat.

You are my comfort the one that keeps me sane.

You are my Angel,

And I am your Heart.

Maria “Chibikit” Samuel, original poem

“Now, Fei-chan, don't forget to tell Shin to call me, okay?”

Wufei rolled his eyes as the beautiful singer straightened his clothes much to his dismay. He was still a little upset about being stuck into that Pokemon suit tonight but the smile on Duo's face made the whole escapade worth the humiliation. Who would have thought they would be on a live stage, in concert, with millions of adoring fans yelling for more? They had to do an encore at the end of the show but now, as he looked at his watch for the tenth time that night it was one am in the morning. It was time to go home. “Okay, Angie!! My shirt is fine!! I'll call Shin tomorrow. He has your number, right?”

“Not the new ones!” Angela whined, totally forgetting about that fact due to her busy schedule. Her personal numbers constantly changed due to obsessed fans trying to track her down. Waving to her assistant to come over, she waited for Jason before she continued. After a couple of nods between the two of them, Jason reached into his back pocket and gave Angela one of her special two ways for Wufei.

Wufei blinked curiously as Angela rapidly gave him instructions on its usage. He informed Angela he already knew how to use that model and she informed him that she should be calling some time in the morning to give him additional numbers for Shin and his new family. Jason tapped on Angela on the shoulder, informing her of the time and Angela pouted. There was never enough time in the day. Sighing, she then hugged Wufei and then on to the other guys. After that was done, she waved goodbye as her personal guards escorted her back to her dressing room while two of her personal guards escorted the four boys back to their car.

The beat of the music was still ringing in Duo's ears as he bounced his way towards the car. Tonight felt he was still on that roller coaster and finally stepped off the ride to the security of solid earth. His pulse continued racing and, though the amusement park was closing, he didn't want to go home. If Treize were here, the older man would have banned Wufei and the other guys from being around Duo-a bad influence in the making. Duo didn't care about the consequences if Treize find out; tonight was truly an experience.

Heero was no better. He was the one stuck in the turtle suit or rather Squirtle suit. But the football jock didn't seem to mind. Quatre had held his hand the whole night as they sung on stage and dance along with the music. Quatre amazed him once again. Yawning, he looked down at his watch. “Okay guys, it's late. What are we doing?”

Quatre was just as excited, bouncing along with Duo towards his car. The thought of going home after having such a fantastic time repulsed him but the time was late and he was exhausted from all of the activities today. His emotional roller coaster was finally over and Duo was safe and sound with them again. Maybe…maybe he didn't have to be alone tonight. “You know, guys. We could all just go back to my place. No one's there…”

Both, Duo and Wufei blushed at that suggestion.

“Well,” Duo began pulling his long ponytail over his left shoulder, “…we could do that. But, Quatre, my brother is expecting me back home.”

“That shouldn't be a problem, Duo. We could call him right now on your cell and I could drive you home in the morning.”

Now that idea was fine with Duo if it was just Quatre and himself but Wufei was looking at him with those deep brown eyes…”Heero, what are you doing?” Duo asked nervously.

“Crashing at Quatre's.” The chocolate haired teenager replied, yawning again. He needed some sleep and fast. “I'm too exhausted to go home and my parents are knocked out. I already told my mom I would be out late and would probably be at Wufei's house tonight.”

Duo blushed even more, regretting that he was still a hormone-crazed teenager with erotic thoughts of Wufei were racing chaotically through his head like a race car on the Indy 500. A night like this shouldn't have to end, not like this. Look what happened just for him to finally admit his feelings to Wufei. There was still a lot between them that needed to be discussed. Duo didn't know if he had to courage to wait another day to truly talk to Wufei about his past and Wufei had a right to hear everything from his mouth. “I'll go…if Fei is going…”

Wufei blushed even harder but Quatre just shrugged his shoulders, humming Janet Jackson's “Doesn't really matter” while eating his leftover cotton candy. Why did it always take so long to make decisions with these guys? Sheesh. “If he wants, Duo. If not…” Quatre walked over and tugged on Duo's arm while bumping his lean hips with Duo. “You can get between Heero and me!”

Quatre smirked, waiting for the effects and was rewarded by further flushing from Duo.

Once again the teasing began and Wufei wanted to pound Quatre yet again. What the hell was wrong with that blonde psychotic? Did he have a death wish or something? Then Wufei thought a moment, truly concentrating on how Quatre wanted him to react. This time he wasn't going to let the wacky teenager get to him as he tried to make his voice sound as normal as possible. “Duo…”

Duo shyly looked at Wufei, swallowing hard. “Yes, Fei?”

“We uh…” Wufei swallowed and cleared his throat. He didn't want to mess up this time. Too much had happened and too much was at stake. “We can talk, Duo. We don't have to do anything. We can watch TV or whatever you want.”

Staring into Wufei's eyes, Duo relaxed somewhat. Within those sable orbs was the reassurance the longhaired teenager anticipated. Wufei didn't want to pressure Duo giving the teen all the time he needed. “Yeah. I'd like to talk. I need to talk, Wufei. I have to tell you some things…”

Heero turned, detecting a sharp gasp from his right. Only moments before Quatre was smiling but now the attitude of the flaxen blonde changed the moment Duo revealed some things to a nervous Wufei. Quatre was hiding something, guarding Duo's secrets from everyone including himself. Heero frowned, not liking where this was leading. The time for revelations was at hand. Maybe now Duo would place his total trust in his brother in law and finally reveal his dark past to Wufei. Heero sighed. Those two really needed to talk if they were going to be a couple.

“Finally!!” Quatre exclaimed, the refuse ot he cotton candy flying into the air.. “The more people, the louder that ole house will be. Mom and Dad are in Europe yet again for a company situation and Niisan should be at Trowa's dorm room. All that remains is calling your house, Duo.”

Nodding in agreement, Duo reached into his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Everyone watched as Duo pushed one button and it instantly dialed his home.

Back at home Treize woke up from his doze on the couch. He was having the loveliest dream of being kissed and caressed when the phone rang. He stretched, reaching for the cordless phone on the coffee table. “Hello?”

“Niisan? This is Duo. Um…I'm just checking in.”

“Treize blinked groggily, checking down at his watch. “Okay. Are you on your way home, Duo? It's late.”

“I know. That's why I'm calling. I'm staying at Quat's house tonight, if it is all right with you? I had such a great time tonight so I'll be home tomorrow. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, baby bro.” Treize yawned. “Just call before you come home okay?”

Duo blinked into the phone before a leer surfaced on his face. “Why? You have someone there that I don't know about?” Duo wiggled his eyebrows causing Quatre to giggle.

Treize just yawned again. “Yes and his name is Big Gay Al! You have fun, little one! See you in the morning. Love you!”

Duo smirked into his cell phone listening to the click on the end. “My brother is so silly sometimes. Big Gay Al…” Duo knew Treize was on the couch waiting for him. It felt good to be on his own, the freedom of hanging out with his true friends. He stopped in mid thought when the consequences of his actions finally hit home: Duo Maxwell was going to be alone with Chang Wufei. Smiling nervously to himself, he mentally tried to calm himself before he drooled over his clothes. “It's okay on my end, Quat!”

Wufei could sense the panic radiating from Duo's form. It was obvious since Duo was trying his best to look everywhere but at him. Wufei swallowed. Duo wasn't alone.

“To the BMW!” Quatre yelled as he skipped around on the driver's side and flopped down, getting comfortable while reaching for his seat belt and locking it securely around his chest.

Heero shrugged, sluggishly following behind the blonde getting into the car behind Quatre while Duo and Wufei just looked at each other and smiled sheepishly.

Quatre tapped the wheel impatiently and rolled his eyes. “Guys? I'm tired here. Let's go!”

Not wanting to irritate Quatre anymore, Duo got in the front as Quatre had instructed while Wufei jumped into the back. Heero was already relaxing, nodding off. Waiting a few moments for the car to warm, Quatre pushed a button as the hood mechanically came up. It was still a little cold from the rain. Then Wufei started to complain about being cramped up in the back. Quatre growled. “My car. You could walk home.” That stopped the argument instantly.

Duo rolled his eyes knowing Quatre would never do that if he had a say in this. He quietly told Wufie to shh and urged the blond to concentrate on the road, turning on the radio to an upbeat station to keep Quatre awake.

~***~

By cab, a drive from Newstar amusement park aka Wonderland would usually take a person forty-five minutes to an hour based on the flow of traffic from the Winner estate. The guys arrived at Quatre's home in twenty minutes, which, to Quatre, was a record.

The engine of the ice blue BMW purred for a little bit more before it eventually cooled down while it occupants exited the car. How the four young men exited was another matter. Wufei was in shock and his nails were imbedded into the seat, holding on to the leather seats for dear life. Long ebony tresses streamed over his face; stripped from the confines of his rubber band, which had popped on the way there due to Quarte's reckless driving.

Quatre growled when he turned around to check on his fellow occupants. “AAAHHH! Wufei! That's Italian Leather! Duo! Help me get him off!”

Duo, already used to Quatre's insane driving, brushed a hand through his loosely frazzled ponytail and exited from his side to open Wufei's door. He guessed Wufei would never want to drive with Quatre ever again. “Fei? Wufei?!”

Heero wasn't too keen on Quatre's insane driving skills either. The fatigue he felt earlier disappeared the moment Quatre pushed his foot to the floor and floored the gas. For the first time, Heero feared for his life. No matter how late it was or how tired a person appeared to be, there was no need to drive like that. Quatre could have got them arrested or, even worse, killed at the speed he was going. Something was wrong and this time Heero was not going to wait around to find out what was going through his psychotic boyfriend's brain. “You're not driving ever again, Quat!”

Quatre looked over his shoulder sheepishly at Heero. “Say who?” Seeing that Duo had Wufei under control, Quatre pushed away from the car and walked briskly away from the car straight towards the house ignoring a irate Heero who was hot on his tail.

Duo finally managed to get Wufei out of the car yet the laws of gravity demanded worship from the Chinese lad when Wufei fell flat to the ground with a loud thud. The poor boy clutched the ground protectively, rubbing his body while thanking Kami for his protection.

“I'm alive…” Wufei sighed, kissing the ground.

Duo shook his head as he bent down, reaching for Wufei's hand to help the youth to his feet. “Are you okay, dragon?”

Wiping his pants off, Wufei was finally on his feet and thanking Duo. “Yeah. I drive much better than Quatre does. I might nickname him `speed demon.'” Chuckling to himself, Wufei watched the relief bloom on Duo's face and he was fully aware of Duo's little nickname for him. “I'm fine.” Wufei poked Duo's nose affectionately. “Kitten.”

Blushing yet again Duo bowed his head, embarrassed, but grabbed for Wufei's hand, which the ebony haired youth gladly gave. “Let's get in there before Heero beats Quatre black and blue.

A lone ebon eyebrow rose suspiciously at that remark. “You ever thought he'd might like that, kitten?”

Violet eyes widened, blushing, when he began walking up the walkway determined while Wufei simply shrugged and followed. Thank goodness for long hair because Duo did not want to respond.

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The night air did nothing to dull the mental ache that crept up in Quatre's soul. The entire night was like an awakening for him. He was at the front door, fumbling for his keys when Heero finally caught up with him. The taller teenager grabbed him around his waist just as Quatre found his house key and placed it in the lock.

“As you were saying, young prince?” Heero murmured sleepily in Quatre's ear.

Turning the key, Quarte quietly replied. “Hmmm?” The front door opened wide revealing a very dark and empty mansion.

Heero blinked in shock. The mansion was pitch black as they stepped through the foyer. Not one candle was lit or a night lamp of some sort to guide the host. Where were the servants? There should be someone around. “Damn Quatre. It's like a ghost town in here.” Heero frowned in spite of himself as he hung up his coat on the rack along side of Quatre's. Quatre came to this every day after school? Hero shivered, like cold fingers touching his bare skin. Why did he feel so cold all of a sudden? How could anyone survive under such condition and not lose their mind from the silence. He watched as Quatre instinctively walked through the blackness. Silently, Heero almost held his breath, trying to listen to the blonde's light shuffling in the darkness. Then with a click, the darkness was gone as Quatre turned some of the downstairs' lights on. Heero watched as the nimble form went from light to light, turning on some but not all since they would be going upstairs. He knew it would be a pain to have to turn every thing off again after just arriving.

Sighing, Quatre shrugged, putting his house key in his pocket for safe keeping-always in his pocket. He felt like he was a wind-up toy, drilled to perfection, to always be perfect while inside he felt like nothing. “Like I told you, Heero. No one is home. Aquamarine eyes watched as his other guests cautiously entered his home. Duo and Wufei each questioned why it was so quiet. Quatre didn't want to explain anymore. He was tired and he needed his bed in the worse way.

“Quatre?”

Weary blue-green eyes looked toward the voice. “Yes, Duo?”

“I don't have clothes with me to sleep in.”

Duo didn't even have to ask. “Maa Maa. You can borrow mine. We're the same height. What do you want? Sweats? Pajamas or…” Quatre replied before he leered, “…. Boxers?”

“Quatre?!?” Duo exclaimed, with one eyebrow raised towards his friend. “Anyway, thank you. I'm still a little hungry if you don't mind. You saw what happened at the house earlier.” He really didn't want to elaborate in front of Heero and Wufei.

Wufei's curiosity got the better of him. “What happened?”

Quatre glared at Wufei for being so noisy towards a private matter. “None of your business.” Quatre then motioned for Duo to follow him to the kitchen with Wufei and Heero trailing behind. “This is the main kitchen, Duo. It's exactly like the pool kitchen but just a little bigger. What's your fancy?”

Smiling, Duo quietly followed Quatre and went to what he thought would be the walk-in refrigerator. Duo opened the door to a packed refrigerator but because of all the choices, he didn't know what to make. After a moment or two, he decided on something simple. “A sandwich, I think. I'm dying for some roast beef.”

“Ack!” Quatre gagged since he was a vegetarian. “Not my cup of tea but the rents eats the poor cow along with my Neanderthal brother. You're lucky that there is some in there with them gone. The staff has full reigned of the food so it doesn't go to waste. Help yourself.”

Duo looked at Quatre curiously. “You ate the Chicken Kiev at my house?”

“Only because you cooked it.” Quatre simply replied. “You have to give me the recipe for my chefs. You just might help me like meat again.”

Heero and Wufei looked at each other before looking for something for themselves. Heero grabbed for a bag of lays from a side cabinet while Quatre and Wufei pulled up a chair and watched Duo work. The lithe teenager grabbed the wrapped boar head meat from its container along with Muenster cheese that was wrapped separately. Eyes of sable and aquamarine followed every movement of the longhaired bishounen as Duo went to get a plate, placing the cold meat down first and then a couple of slice of cheese on top of the meat. Duo then walked over to the microwave, his audience watching slim hips sashay to their delight as he pushed the buttons to heat for one and a half minutes. Then Duo was on the move again when he went back to the fridge to grab the mayonnaise, mustard, a red onion, a head of lettuce and a beefsteak tomato.

“Quatre, I need canola oil and balsamic vinegar, if you please.”

Heero walked over to Wufei with his bag of Lays, offering some to his brother-n-law. Wufei nodded in thanks and grabbed a handful, still watching Duo. Duo noticed what Wufei was doing.

“Wufei? Do you want a sandwich too?”

“Naah.” Wufei munched on another chip. “I'm good.”

Heero nudged Wufei in his side curious that Duo could even cook. “Duo can cook?”

“Doncha just you love it, Fei?” Quatre smirked, sarcastically. “He's like the perfect little wife.”

Wufei rolled his eyes while Duo glared at Quatre. “Hey! I resent that! I've always cooked in my household. Treize can cook too…he just prefers my cooking better.”

Smiling sheepishly in apology, Quatre handed Duo some canola oil and the balsamic vinegar from off a side counter and then went to the breadbox to get the rye bread. A heavenly smell began to waft from the microwave. “Mmm! That smells good, Duo even if it is a dead cow.”

Wufei shook his head, and continued to watch Duo. It was interesting watching Duo work in the kitchen. He had some clue after the cake incident. It was like a fantasy coming true, watching those swaying hips seem to glide around the room like a dancer-Very interesting, indeed.

Duo zoomed back to the microwave, grabbing the meat from the microwave. Everything was piled before him on the countertop. It was time for the master to perform. Like quicksilver, Duo grabbed a knife and began chopping the lettuce and slicing the tomato. He then grabbed a spoon, spooning the mayonnaise on both side of the rye bread along with the mustard. The heated meat came next, slowly lowered off the plate along with meat juices onto the bread. Muenster cheese was melted to perfection, while the other three guys', including Quatre's, mouths were drooling. Duo then reached over for the sliced tomatoes, lettuce, and the red onion, stacking thin slices on top of the meat and melted cheese. Adding a little salt and pepper, drizzles of vinegar and oil finished off the scrumptious dish.

Wufei watched impressed as Duo sliced his sandwich in half grabbing over the counter for some of Heero's Lays. His hand reached deep into the bag and he pulled back a handful, which he placed on his plate, popping one of the chips in his mouth after he drizzled some balsamic vinegar on one side. “MMMM”, Duo moaned savoring the tartness of the chip on his tongue. “Better than sex.”

Wufei blushed enjoying the show. “Gods! I hope not!” Three sets of eyes stared at him and he slapped a hand over his mouth for thinking out loud yet again.

Duo snickered, wondering how many times he could get any more embarrassed. He took a bite of his sandwich and, accidentally, bit his tongue by mistake. Wufei jumped out of his seat, worried if Duo was choking or something. Duo just smiled to reassure the dark haired lad. “I'm okay, Fei. You sure you don't want me to make you something?”

Wufei continued standing by Duo, not taking any chances with the boy's welfare. “Naah.” He replied. Wufei just wanted to watch him eat though that wasn't what he was thinking. “I'm fine, Duo.” Then his stomach rumbled with Duo stared strangely at him.

“Uhmmmn….” Duo stepped closer to Wufei, raising one chestnut eyebrow along with half of his sandwich toward Wufei's mouth. “Then why is your stomach talking to me? Come on, Fei. Taste it. I know you want it. I won't poison you unless you really piss me off.”

Wufei looked up at Duo shocked while Heero & Quatre snickered behind him. They were in the fridge for some originas to drink. Duo didn't mean that, did he? Duo was smiling while he said that. Seemed the teenager was gaining his backbone back. Wufei liked that.

“Ignore the peanut gallery, Wufei. Here!!” Pushing the sandwich further, Wufei bit into Duo's sandwich while he watched out for Duo's slim fingers.

Now this was new, Wufei never thought putting oil and vinegar on a sandwich. He was still munching as he tried to talk around his full mouth with Duo's eager anticipation for his response. “Duo, that was good, messy but good. Maybe I will have one.” Wufei then lunged for another bite enjoying the giggle from Duo.

Duo knew Wufei would like it. He grabbed some napkins from the side as some of the juice dripped down the side of Wufei's golden lips. Delicately, he put the tip of the napkin to his tongue, wetting it, and wiped Wufei's mouth. He watched the golden boy blush, smiling as he wished Wufei licked it off of him instead. “How good?”

“Damn good.” Wufei couldn't help blushing but smiled, in spite of it, knowing that Duo was messing with him.

Leaning a bit closer, feeling a bit seductive, Duo stared lovingly into obsidian visions of wonder. “Really? You're not just saying that because you like me?” He bit his lower lip a little still a little unsure of the truth blazing in Wufei's eyes.

The gleam in Duo's eyes was a little too bright as Wufei thought about Duo's uncertainty about his true feelings. Wufei just wanted to eat the boy up. Duo was so cute and sensual and why was it so hot all of a sudden? Getting even closer, Wufei licked his lips of the spare crumbs putting on a show of his own for his beloved. “Now, Duo. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it.”

They were so close. A beautiful smile bloomed on the longhaired man's face-a smile just for Wufei. “So true, my dragon.” Just a little closer…the urge to kiss Wufei was right there on the tip of his tongue…

Being the nosy yet secretly jealous person that Quatre was, the blonde overheard the entire conversation. Heero was making a quick sandwich of his own, turkey and swiss, wasn't paying attention when Quatre glared at the closeness between the two. Bouncing, Quatre popped over by the lovebirds. “What was that? Dragon?” He clapped his hands together like a child. “You have pet names!! Oh goody!!” Quatre grabbed for Duo's braid, playing with the tuft. “What's your name, Duo?”

“I'm not telling.” Duo sheepishly replied, flushed to his ears. He bowed his head into Wufei's neck to try to hide his embarrassment as purrs of contentment radiated off of him. Wufei's closeness was affecting him and he was trying hard not to molest his new boyfriend.

Wufei was trying very hard not to melt or get aroused. Duo felt perfectly right in his arm, like a warm kitten, and he wanted to pet him in the `right way.' Mentally, he was yelling at Quatre to leave. Wufei needed some privacy with Duo. Knowing it was a bad idea and not giving a damn, Wufei wrapped his arms around Duo's waist. He felt when Duo helped him, adjusting his body and securing it closer, tighter, to each other. Wufei was going to need a cold shower before this was over.

Annoyed, Quarte rolled his eyes. These two looked like they needed a room and fast. He was only protecting Duo's virtue and what better way than to annoy a pest. “Let me guess…” He tapped a finger against his chin. “Duh! Kitten! You're practically purring, Duo. Would you like some milk, kitty kitty?”

That was enough. Wufei glared at Quatre. “Quatre, leave us alone.” Violet eyes widened against the Chinese teenager's chest when he heard and felt Wufei voice his displeasure towards their blond host.

Things were getting a little out of hand. Heero decided to step in, gently grabbing Quatre by the waist to go with him into the entertainment room. He didn't understand why Quatre loved teasing Wufei.

Quatre had other ideas. While any other person would understand the reasons of Wufei's outrage, Quatre felt like Wufei just slapped him in the face. Nimbly, the blonde scholar danced out of Heero's arms and turned his intense gaze back towards Duo and Wufei. The mask had slipped for a moment but it was back up in full force and Quatre was smiling like a Cheshire cat. “Oh?! You want to be alone? Forgive me, Fei-kun. I'm just going to go upstairs and change into my pjs.” Quatre watched when Duo looked up. “I know, Duo. You don't have t remind me. Don't worry. I'll get a spare set for you. Now you guys know where everything is and you can guide Duo if he needs something. Don't eat too much now!” Quatre then dashed through the door and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He had to get out of there. He didn't want the guys to know how hurt he felt from Wufei's harsh words. When he was on the second level, Quatre stared down from the darkness towards the kitchen. The laughter was low but you could still hear it.

Quatre didn't feel like laughing. The mask slipped. “I'll leave you, Fei…”

*~*~*~*

Back in the kitchen, Duo couldn't shake this ominous feeling that something was wrong. He didn't want to leave the confines of Wufei's arms he currently named “his sanctuary” but Wufei kept trying to eat his sandwich. Said boyfriend was trying to steal another piece behind his back just now and Duo had to slap Wufei's hand away for the umpteenth time before he promised Wufei they would make one for him together. Also, Duo noticed that Heero was a little off. The football player seemed to keep a vigil by the kitchen door, waiting for Quatre to come back down. “Heero?”

The chocolate haired youth looked up from his seat. “Hmm?”

“I'm worried about Quatre. He's been acting odd all the way here. Would you mind checking up on him? Not to run you out or anything.”

Heero smirked. “I understand, Duo. There are only so many times you guys can blush. Sheesh!”

Wufei snickered behind Duo, watching Heero get up from his empty plate and leave through the heavy oak door. Heero had pushed the door like it was a feather. Shaking his head, Wufei put his concentration back on his boyfriend. “Okay, master chef. It's time to work on my sandwich.”

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Welcome to Quatre R. Winner's room. You have entered the sanctuary of the youngest child of the Winner family and the second heir to a fortune greater than the U.S. treasury and congress combined. But if you looked closer, very closely, you will realize it is also the home of the loneliest teenager to ever walk the planet. Quarte stood his bedroom door, not caring to lock it, as he left it slightly ajar while he walked over to a dresser. The last drawer shifted against the wood, moving along its grooves making a soft `shoosh'. Name brand pajamas packages, neatly organized, appeared not even out of their wrappers and Quatre fingered through his sleepwear. He decided on something simple yet comfortable; a white tank top and a baby blue pajama bottom with stitching of baby rabbits on the legs. He then pulled out an identical set for Duo and walked over to the bed. He paused.

Why were tears falling down his cheeks? There was no reason for him to be crying. Quatre rubbed his face, trying to erase the weakness they represented. “C'mon Quat!” he silently thought staring at his reflection. “Be happy. No use feeling sorry for yourself. Your parents aren't home. You have three god-like hunks downstairs. It's perfect! No stern reprimand about how late you came in or how fast you drove! No grounding or beatings. No…” The pep talk was not working else the tears would stop running. Quatre sighed, wiping his eyes again. “No family…that's what it means!”

Quatre wanted to scream and the tears flowed more rapidly. He covered his mouth not wanting anyone to know his sorrow. He couldn't show the other guys how he envied them. At least they had families, people that were there to joke around with, or ruffle their hair in a sincere gesture. He hated his family. He hated them so much that it hurt to live in this shell of a house. Home? This wasn't a home! It was a damn prison. He kicked the dresser not caring if he broke a bone in the process.

Unknown by Quatre, he had a visitor. Heero, who was standing by Quatre's bedroom door, was about to knock when he stood still, listening, in the hallway. It wasn't right to eavesdrop but he could have sworn he overheard Quatre saying something. Not caring if he got in trouble, Heero announced his presence. “What do you mean you have no family?”

Gasping, Quatre whirled around startled out of his negative thoughts. Heero was the last person he wanted to see him like this. Heero. He loved Heero with his soul. Quatre didn't want Heero's pity so he retorted to the only thing he knew-he panicked. “Uh nothing.”

Heero didn't buy that for one minute. “Don't go there, Quatre.” He walked further into the room, walking over to the smaller blonde quietly. The carpet in Quatre's room was new. Quatre must have got this after the sleepover. “I know it is hard with your family and all but look you can't say that. You know I care about you but I know someone that cares deeper for you than me.”

“Really?” Quatre questioned sarcastically. “Who is the invisible person?”

“Your brother, Quatre. I don't know about your sisters but I know Zechs loves you. He teases you all the time just to get a reaction out of you.”

Quatre blinked at Heero once before his expression darkened like the change of day. Shivering, Quatre stepped away, clutching the spare pajamas like he wanted to rip them apart. “Love?” He snickered evilly. “Love? Yeah…he loves me. My parents LOVE me.”

Heero didn't like Quatre's tone. Why was he getting so pissed?

Facing away from Heero, Quatre turned towards the window. Quatre was pissed for even having this conversation with his boyfriend about his idiot brother and dumb ass parents. Heero could be so naïve sometimes but he would make him see. “You know what, Heero? Love doesn't mean much in this family. It's just something we have to do. You know…pretend like we are the perfect family? A rich father, a beautiful mother and lots of kids…Isn't that perfect, Heero? Mom and Dad love me, but does that make them come home? Does it make them congratulate me when me when I do well? What about cheering me on for things I do?” When Heero didn't say anything, Quatre continued. “No, Heero. I get possibly one smile from my beautiful cold mother once a year and a weekly check for my exceptional grades from my deadbeat dad whenever he gets home from overseas. Yes, Heero. We are the perfect family…dysfunction, that is.”

Heero couldn't believe his ears. That couldn't be true about the prestige Winner Empire but it had to be. Quatre wouldn't lie about that. Why would the Winners treat their youngest son so coldly all the time? Something just didn't fit. Why was Heero feeling de ja vu over this situation. The circumstances hit too close to home. Memories seem to assault him over incidents from his youth, incidents of when his own family was suffering. “My mother's father….”

Huh? Quatre stared at Heero, questionably. “Excuse me?”

“Your parents remind me of my grandfather, Quatre, my mother's father. This is bringing up memories that I thought I forgot. You should already know that I am part Irish, European and Japanese.” Heero waited, watching blue-green pools widened and then shrink back to normal. This was a journey Heero didn't want to venture down again but if it were to help Quatre understand, Heero would spill his guts forever. “My grandfather disowned my mother because she married a Japanese man. Apparently he was in World War II and the Japanese killed a few people he knew closely. He never got over it. Relena tried to explain the situation to Trowa and myself one holiday. I think it was around Thanksgiving or so.”

Heero then proceeded to explain the circumstances when he was very young barely five when he met his American grandmother for the first time. Trowa had freaked looking at the one person who resembled him in the whole family. Relena ran from the room in tears, searching for her mother. His grandmother was in tears explaining the whereabouts of her husband, their grandfather, but she vowed to divorce the man if he didn't make amends. “I remember being hugged by Nana. It was warm, Quatre. My Japanese grandmother never hugged me like that. That's when Dad swore he would bring the family together.”

“How did he do that?”

“From what I was told, he took a leave of absence from his job and took my mom to visit her dad. She stood up to him. Our grandfather was just a pig-headed old fart but he changed when he saw Relena, Trowa and myself. He couldn't take his eyes off me.” Heero smiled. “I resemble my grandfather, Quatre.”

“That must have been something.” Heero's family wasn't as perfect as Quatre thought. Go figure.

“All I know, it was a while before they all reconciled. When it did, Grandfather smiled for the first time in years from what Mom told us.”

“Heero, what is the significant of you telling me all this? My family will never change…”

“Quatre…”

A headache was creeping up on Quatre. “I'm sorry, Heero. I know you want to help. It's just that I've been the one to watch the house everyday since I was very tiny. Mom and Dad were always busy and say they'd call before they came home. I used to sleep with the damn phone next to my pillow every night.”

“I just want to tell you I understand.” Heero hated the harsh treatment Quatre had to go through. No parent, no matter how much they were worth, should treat their child like that. “Did you ever tell them how you felt, Quatre? Did you ever tell them that you were tired of this?”

Weird laughter filled the room. “They aren't ever around to tell!” Quatre practically screamed, so loud it scared Heero. “And whenever they do get home, they blab so much about their lives, and their problems I can't get a word in edgewise!”

Pain. Heero saw intense pain blistering from Quatre. It was as clear as day within those blue-green orbs and he felt as if Quatre's unhappiness was his. He could see the little boy desperate for attention, waiting patiently for scraps of love that would never show, praying for parents who would call to show they were alive or even cared. From Quatre's brief description, it was like the blonde scholar was an orphan, left to fend for himself. No wonder Quatre resented Zechs! The love Quatre craved desperately from his parents was showered on his older brother. Heero suddenly felt sick to his stomach because of the Winners' selfishness. Quatre had to get out this house else the blonde's next step would be in a mental institution. Knowing he would never let that happen, Heero made his decision. Taking Quatre's hand where his ring glimmered, Heero spoke his promise to the troubled love. “I want to promise something to you, Quatre.”

Quatre, slightly shaken from his confession to Heero, hadn't anticipated what Heero would do next. When the chocolate haired football captain took his hand, Quatre stiffened, not knowing what to expect until he heard Heero speak.

“Tomorrow, we are going to call your parents. Quatre, I'm going to be your mediator.

Okay. Heero was now off his rocker. Quatre blinked at him like he was nuts. It was touching Heero cared about him that much but involving Heero into his family problems was a waste of time and energy. Quatre sighed, dismissing the offer. “I don't want to.”

“But you have to, Quat.” Heero exclaimed, not running like Quatre seemed to be doing.

“Why?”

Raising his other hand, Heero lightly caressed Quatre's pale cheek while lifting his soft chin to stare into his eyes. He wanted to make sure that Quatre understood. “I don't like it when those beautiful diamonds of aquamarine turn sad and I don't like to see you depressed.

Aquamarine jewels softened, the hardness that filled them only moments ago flowed from back to their normal brilliance. “It's too late with me and my parents, Heero.” Quatre didn't want to but he truly believed it and now he felt so lost he didn't know what to do anymore.

Heero had to reassure Quatre. “It's never too late, Quat.”

“But I'm their accident.” Quatre confessed, “They had Zechs to take over the company and when I came along, they didn't know what to do with me. So they did the most obvious, they just ignored me. No one wants to look at their mistake, Heero.” Quatre turned from Heero, staring across the room at the Kumagoro that sat on his bed. He felt like that toy. “You know what would make me happy?”

“What?”

Quatre hugged himself, keeping the slight distance from Heero. “Having someone to come home to everyday.”

Heero walked over, making sure he didn't touch Quatre until the boy wanted him to. He had to make him laugh somehow. “You can have my family, especially Relena.” Heero snickered, waiting for a response that he didn't get. Sighing, Heero continued. “That reminds me. I never told my mom we were dating, which is funny since she is always asking about you.”

Blond eyebrows went up curiously and Quatre finally turned back towards Heero. “She has?”

Heero nodded his head. “She's nuts about you. We had a long talk before I left this afternoon to go to Wufei's house. That's why I was so determined to apologize to you. Mom's been wondering about you in this big empty house. We have a spare room now that Relena's moved out.”

Quatre didn't believe his ears. Was Heero inviting him to live with him? “I have too much stuff.” He emphasized by pointing around the room. “See all my space? I have plenty of room.” Then Quatre paused, blinking at Heero. “Would you?” He laughed a bit then for even attempting to offer. “Never mind. It's silly of me.”

“And my mom would kill you.” Heero chuckled, knowing that Quatre just invited him to live with him. “I don't even know how long she knew about us. All those hints about you…”

Confused, Quatre looked warily at Heero. “About what?”

“Tro is really deep about family. He didn't like it one bit the way Zechs has been neglecting you, always leaving you behind to take the responsibility with the house and all. I overheard him talking to Mom one night. Seemed that Zechs told him that he felt the same exact way you did. He didn't want to be the heir of the company either.”

Didn't want to be the heir? Zechs said that? Quare felt like a droopy kitten all of a sudden. “He's not smart enough. I saw his PSATs. They were lower than the average high school student. I'm still trying to figure out how he made it into that college unless Dad pulled some strings.”

“He was doing that because of you, Quat.”

“Me?” Quatre questioned in shock. “You'd got to be kidding.”

“Trowa tricked him on a fake SAT exam and Zechs scored 1499.”

“We are talking about Zechs, right?”

“Quat, are you even listening to me?” Heero just grabbed Quatre around the waist watching the blonde blink from his action confused. “Will you please stop worrying about what your brother is doing?”

Quatre covered his mouth, quickly apologizing to Heero. “I'm sorry! I just go off on rants sometimes and I don't even realize that I'm doing it.”

This situation was really pissing Heero off. “Look. You are coming to my house whether you like it or not. Let your parents worry about their damn house, not you!”

Gasping, Quatre shut his trap looking up at Heero stunned. Heero did make a lot of sense. Quatre knew he was stressing when he was suppose to be enjoying himself with his boyfriend. Nodding, he simply replied, “O-Ok.”

With that done, Heero breathed a sigh of relief. Now they could get down to business. “Now,” he sternly replied, blushing when he finally noticed that Quatre was wearing baby blue bunny pajamas. Down boy! “We are going back downstairs to watch some television before my mind thinks of other things that are more inappropriate to deal with.”

“Inappropriate?” Quatre blinked curiously at Heero. “If I move in with you…and you have your family around….” Quatre didn't want to know if he could finish the sentence keeping a straight face. Abruptly, his voice lowered in volume, becoming very soft. “We may never get a chance to.”

It was Heero's turn to blush, his cheeks pinking to rich rose state. As overheated as he felt, Heero knew that that would never happened. He desperately needed Quatre but he also respected him. “Um, Quat, Trust me when I say we can and we will. We'll be going off to college soon.”

College?!? Quatre crinkled up his nose not want to wait that long. “I'd rather not go to college a virgin!” he blurted out. Then his turquoise eyes widened in embarrassment but instead of being in shock, he felt like laughing. He didn't understand it, but Heero made him feel better just talking out his grief.

Heero saw the smile creeping up on Quatre's face. Smiling himself, Heero held onto Quatre's waist a little bit tighter than usual. “Trust me, koi. We won't.

The heat from Heero's arms warmed Quatre to the bone. He smiled, enjoying the pet names Heero gave me and he knew what each one meant. “Okay, Heero, but we better leave Duo and Wufei alone for a bit. I know I've been bugging them. Those two have a lot to talk about.”

“They're not the only ones, Quatre.” A strong hand rose to brush through Quatre's feathered white gold locks. “Our future.” Heero smiled rewarded with another one of Quatre's blushes. Now they had a matching set. “I meant what I said at the carnival, Quatre R. Winner.”

Slowly, tender lips caressed against Quatre's and Quatre could have sworn he heard Heero say “Mine” between kisses. A shiver ran down Quatre's spine and he deepened the kiss, not wanting to stop. Momentarily, Quatre pulled away gaining oxygen into his lung but the kisses didn't stop. He closed his eyes as Heero kissed his forehead, then his closed eyelids, next his nose which tickled and finally again towards his lips. Quatre's resolve was wearing thin and the bed was so close. He raised a finger towards the football captain's lips before he drank from them again. Swallowing hard, Quatre exhaled. “Heero, if you mean to keep me a virgin tonight, jumpstarting me with those sweet kisses is not going to help.”

Reluctantly, Heero pulled back with a groan and a pout of disappointment. His face was flushed as dark as Quatre. He knew the little blonde was right. If they didn't stop, he would have lost his virginity to Quatre before the night is out. Though that wasn't a bad idea since I loved Quatre. “Yo…you're right.” Pushing away from the blonde minx, Heero took a deep breath to calm his aroused state. “I need to change though. You have a extra set of pajamas for me?”

He was about to tell Heero to sleep in the nude but Quatre decided to keep that little comment to himself, continuously fanning himself as he walked towards his door. “Let's try Zech's room. You're almost as tall as him.”

Heero shrugged following behind his boyfriend.

~*~*~*~*

Back in the kitchen, Duo kept his promised working with Wufei to make his sandwich. Wufei was so impressed by Duo's show that he not only wanted Duo to make his sandwich but he was going to help the chestnut haired teenager built it. Giggles erupting in the kitchen when Wufei came behind Duo to tickle the lithe lad when Duo threatened to put ice down Wufei's back. Wufei laughed, enjoying Duo's bubbly laughter instead of soul retching tears. He wanted to hear that soothing again but decided to call a truce to save the condition of his shirt when Duo pulled out an ice tray for real. Now the closeness from earlier was back and Wufei remained stationary behind Duo holding on to the knife while helping to spread the mayonnaise on one slice of rye bread. The intimacy as Wufei stroked his thumb over Duo's pale knuckles was very relaxing, as he smelled the vanilla and rainwater from Duo's hair. “Quatre actually shut up. I don't believe it.”

Duo glared over his shoulder at Wufei and then back towards the plate, letting Wufei slather another slice of bread. “Leave him alone, Fei, and you better behave.”

“Alright.” Wufei smirked enjoying the tranquility between the two of them, finally, alone in the kitchen. Seemed to be the perfect time to bring it up. “So uh…what do you want to talk to me about? Must be really serious to scare Quatre.”

The air tightened within Duo's chest and it suddenly became harder for him to breathe much less talk. Wufei's closeness was causing him to redden yet again, and he knew there had to be splotches of pink tinged along his nose and neck. His internal thermometer was overheating with the soft brush of the Chinese teenager's breath on his neck, tingling like little pricks along his skin and causing him to slightly shiver from the contact. “Stuff about my past, Wufei. About my dad…”

“Oh?” Wufei blinked, curious for the answers. He leaned in a bit closer, reaching for the lettuce when he heard a sharp gasp. Knowing it didn't come from him, he felt the young man in his arms trembling.

Duo couldn't stop shaking. For one moment, when Wufei reached calmly over, Duo felt the physical strength that was Chang Wufei. The Asian teenager felt so hard against Duo's back; tight muscles, deep ridges, strong lines and for a split second a well-endowed crotch. Wufei was a little taller than him, Duo being petite for his height taking after his mother. Flushed from this realization, Duo had to swallow slowly to calm his heightening body. Now was not the time to have desire seducing his rational thoughts. “Um…let's just say…I haven't been a virgin in a very long time.”

The knife dropped to the cutting board with a loud “chthunk” and the atmosphere in the kitchen became very thick. Duo sighed. He knew this would be the hardest test they would both have to endure if their relationship was to survive. In the beginning Quatre was shocked but the moment the blonde touched his hand, Duo found a trusting soul in the Winner'. The quiet blonde heard secrets that Duo knew and, with deep understanding, Duo trusted him with his life. Now it was Wufei's turn-Wufei had to know the terror of Duo's youth to comprehend his actions as Duo began to explain in detail. The words flowed from his mouth like he was releasing the chains of a mighty beast locked deep in an underground prison. The beast fought against the chains, not willing to be set free but craved the wholesomeness of the light, the innocence of true freedom. Duo sighed in mid-breath when he was about to finish his tale afraid to look at Wufei. It had to be done. He had to put his total faith in something. If Wufei was his guardian angel…”It's not something I'm proud of,” as Duo finished his confession, “But I don't want anyone's pity either, Wufei.”

Slowly, the golden hand that held the knife gently caressed against a slimmer pale hand, finally closing over it. Wufei's face lowered against Duo's shoulder blade. Strands of black silk brushed gently against his silk eyelashes and he fought to contain his tears. Slowly, Wufei pulled Duo back against him, strong arms gradually wrapped around the slimmer frame, offering comfort instead of pity. At first, Wufei didn't trust his voice but he had to think wisely before he murmured a word. Hastiness might incur words that would be viewed as pity but hesitance, where his actions could be taking the wrong way, could also be view the wrong way, hurting the one person he truly loved. It didn't take an Einstein to know what must be done. Words of support flowed from Wufei's mouth, spewing endearment after endearment for the abused boy. “It's not something you should be ashamed of, Duo. It was his fault, not yours. His fault.”

A chestnut head bent downward, thick satin bangs covered the owner's pale face, shadowing his hidden anguish. “It's been…like…five years since I last…you know…”

Slowly, Duo was turned around to face Wufei. He frowned. The longer hair bishounen would not look him in the eyes. Duo's long chestnut bangs covered half of his face, veiling the shame the teenager still felt within him. Wufei wouldn't have any of that. With a shake of his head, Wufei spoke. “I'm glad you told me.” A golden hand brushed through Duo's hair, parting the thick bangs to reveal the bewitching features that cast its spell on Wufei's heart.

What a beautiful face it was up close as Wufei memorized the details of the face before him: thick eyelashes, just a shade darker than that of Duo's magnificent hair which, in itself, was a multitude of autumn colors; a small upturned nose with speckles of freckles scattered across; deep rose bud lips that tempted with every movement and, last but not least, wary indigo like storm clouds were opening for him. Wufei had never had a problem with attraction though it usually was one sided except for Meiran who was a special case. He never had someone who made his heart stop in all of his seventeen years or his pulse thump so hard he could hear it in his eardrums. The one person who made him feel like this was looking at him with those big bright violet orbs displayed their soul to his own deep dark brown ones. Wufei leaned in, brushing his lips gently against Duo's. The kiss was just if more sweeter than the one of the Ferris wheel. Gradually, he pulled back, gaining one finally lick from Duo's lower lip before looking Duo dead in the eyes. “Because now I know I have the responsibility of showing you how it is supposed to be.” Wufei blinked, a gentle rouge coloring his cheeks. He didn't want to appear to be pushy or anything. “I mean uh…if you want me to that is.”

That kiss was so sweet as Duo sighed in relief and wonder. He didn't scare Wufei away from him. He wanted to cry thanking the heavens for finding someone just for him. Finally after years of mental torment he found someone who didn't care about his past sins. Wufei's gentle actions had spoke volumes. While Duo had felt ashamed, Wufei wouldn't let him hide away in self-pity. The Chinese teenager refused nothing less, making Duo see through his eyes and the reflection could tell no lies. Wufei could read him like a book and he could hide nothing from him. Absolute love and trust reflected from Wufei's own dark visions. Duo never wanted anything more in his life. He moved back a bit, his back hitting against the island in the kitchen while his hands rose up and around Wufei's neck. Wufei's great strength seeped into him while Duo questioned the martial art captain. “So…you're…not one, Fei?

Golden skin flushed a deep scarlet, deepening by the seconds to a shade darker as Wufei's body reacted to Duo's question. “It's been like that. She wasn't…I mean…” Wufei coughed, stuttering in embarrassment. There were dark secrets Wufei needed to tell and he needed to trust someone. What better person than the only person he trusted more than Heero. He took a deep breath and began slowly. “She wasn't like you. But no…I'm not. At least not with a girl, I'm sorry.” Wufei didn't understand it but he felt like he betrayed Duo before they even met. To him, all his life felt empty and when he met Duo, he felt like he had found the other half of his soul. Meiran was his past, one of the various skeletons in his closet of life. Duo represented Wufei's present and possibly his future.

Dark brown eyes dropped to the floor in distress but Duo wouldn't let Wufei sink any deeper, pulling the golden face back up to look at him. “Don't be, Wufei.” He replied shyly. “That was your past. This is a new beginning for both of us.”

“A new beginning?” Sloe-colored eyes glittered as Wufei thought to himself. Everyone deserves a second chance. Slowly, he smiled at Duo in agreement. “Yeah….”

Duo smiled back. One hurdle was crossed between them but somehow curiosity got the better of Duo who wanted to know more about Wufei. “So…who was she?”

Duo watched as Wufei's face changed, saddening, and before Wufei could explain the situation to Duo, the young couple heard a loud scream approaching the kitchen. Double visions, indigo and rich ebony glared at the door growling for the interruption. The disturbance turned out to be Quatre, who was bursting into the room looking green as hell, while Heero chased after him while carrying a strange sort of teddy complete with lacy garters.

Quatre ran around the island a couple of times before he stumbled behind Wufei crying. “Put that back in Zech's closet from whence it came, Heero!” Quatre then grabbed Wufei by his shirt yelling for help against his idiotic brother-n-law. “Wufei, make him put my brother's dirty little secret back!”

Wufei took one look at that teddy, which happened to be red and black with ribbons to boot, and burst out laughing, holding onto the island before he fell to the floor. Quatre glared at him, pushing him out of the way from Duo to get his protection instead.

While searching for pajamas in Zech's walk-in closet, Heero found this number way in the back of it along with some other special costumes specially designed for a man. Heero was smirking, trying to get Quatre to try on the teddy. He knew the blonde would look sexy in the ensemble but Quatre freaked, running out the room. Quarte should have known better. Heero was only teasing him. “But, it's so cute!”

Quatre pinked, growling behind Duo's back and shivered in anger towards his idiotic boyfriend. “I am not wearing that!! Pull it out of your head, Heero. Would Duo wear that?!”

Blushing, Duo wouldn't even comment when Heero and Wufei looked at him for a response. He didn't want to explain to Quatre about his XXX closet of love his father had created for him. Lingerie was the least of his worries. Standing up to his full form, Duo gained his backbone from somewhere deep inside and glared at Heero becoming Quatre's private protector. “Now Heero, do not make me dress you up or better yet…tie you up and beat your ass.”

Three sets of eyes focused on Duo, who is turn was quite serious.

*~*~*~*~*~

No one noticed the jingling keys at the front door as Zechs Marquise Winner stumbled into the house groping and kissing Trowa like his life depended on it. The movie they had just left from made them both hot and bothered with nowhere to go. The problem began in Zechs' dorm when a main water pipe burst, flooding the entire block including the inhabitants out of their houses. Students were asked to stay overnight somewhere else until the problem was fixed. Zechs and Trowa had other ideas. Trowa suggested a movie called “Bishounen”, which was highly recommended by one of his professors from class. The best part about the circumstances was viewing of the movie stood for extra credit for said class.

Zechs just went along since he had nothing better to do. So off they went and now the pair needed to get laid in the worst way. Trowa was practically coming in the car, squirming and desperate for Zech's touch, which now left both young men in the worst possible way and in their current state. For the first time, Trowa didn't care about his boyfriend's perversity; he just wanted Zechs, anywhere so long as it was now!

“Mmm baby!”

Dazed in his passion, Trowa's alert hearing overheard something and he physically stopped squirming against Zechs. “Zechs?” He panted, trying to breath. “What's that?”

“I don't know. Maybe Quatre left a radio on or something.” Zechs was not in the mood for his bratty brother's hi-jinks. Smirking into his boyfriend's brilliant emerald eyes, he seductively replied, “Now where were we?” Gently, Zech's nipped along Trowa's pale throat causing the auburn haired man to moan louder in passion.

Zechs truly knew how to make his body sing as Trowa wrapped his arms around the blonde's neck, drawing him closer to his very aroused body. His head leaned back, offering more of his slender throat in submission until he heard the light scuffling again. He pushed against Zechs, stopping the other man from going further. “Zechs! Something's in the kitchen!”

Growling, Zechs stopped his actions and was determined not to let anyone disrupt his playtime ever again. He glared towards the kitchen, pulling his uni-banged lover along with him. With no regard for any intruders, Zechs yelled, “You'd better get the hell…” The sentence was never finished as four sets of eyes stared at him in his tousled state. Damn. He wasn't get any tonight!

Trowa blushed seeing his younger brother Heero holding a familiar teddy in his hands. “I guess we're not alone.” He replied sheepishly.

Rather than get angry, Zech's face changed from rage to laughter as his arms crossed across his broad chest. “Trowa, it seems your brother has the same tendencies as you. Though I do think blue is more Quatre's color.”

Not only did Trowa blush from the tip of his auburn hair to the bottom of his toes but also Quatre and Heero followed suit, embarrassed right along with him. Trowa glared at his boyfriend, green eyes blazing like ice daggers and then he bonked Zechs on the top of his head hard. “BAKA!! Now you're not getting any tonight!”

Zechs rubbed his abused head not caring. The scene was priceless. For one, someone had to go in his room and search for the outfit to find it. That only meant invasion of privacy and since Quatre was supposed to be the only one here, it was time for payback. “That's okay.” He lightly chuckled, “With the kids here we couldn't do anything anyway. My parents would have a fit if Quatre told them I was boffing my boyfriend while his friends were in the house.”

“Like they would care.” Quatre secretly thought while rolling his eyes. He walked over, snatching the teddy lingerie from Heero only to return it to its proper owner. Shoving the offending item into Zech's hands, Quatre ignored Heero's snickering from behind him and focused his attention back on Zechs. “Does it even matter, Wolf boy? They're never here anyway.”

Trowa blinked oddly at Quatre. Something felt weird from the smaller blonde and he was acting strangely. Even though he knew he should say something to Zechs, Trowa preferred to watch the younger brother to see if something happened.

“I don't care what you do, Zechs.” Quatre growled. “Why don't you go back to your dorm room or Trowa's house?”

“Quatre...” Trowa began before Zechs cut him off.

“You're quite iffity tonight, little brother. Besides we had a flood at the dorm and I respect Trowa and his family to not be entertained at this late hour.”

Slowly Trowa walked over to Quatre, truly concerned about the younger sibling's behavior. “Are you okay, Quat? You seem edgy.”

Heero noticed this also. Quatre kept glaring at Zechs like a caged animal ready to pounce. The smile evaporated off his face in seconds as he felt a confrontation coming on.

“It's nothing.” Quatre glared some more at his older brother before his shook his head trying to regain positive thoughts. “Zechs, we would all really like to be left alone. You have credit cards, go to a damn hotel or something.”

“Why should I, Quatre? If you forgotten, I do live here also. Why the sudden interest to get rid of me?” Then Zechs thought about it and smirked evilly towards his younger brother, already knowing what was on the teenager's mind. “Oh! Now I get it. I know why. You just want to be alone with Heero so you can screw him senseless. I can understand.”

Trowa blinked, knowing that was inappropriate for Zechs to say. His lover was only teasing but the way Quatre was acting was not stable.

Zechs giggled, happy with himself. The little brat needed to respect him. He knew it was inappropriate to embarrass Quatre but he did it to him all the time with Trowa being here.

No one saw the dark cloud come over Quatre nor did they see darkness shade over his being. His usually bright eyes darkened into something sinister and his slender body shook in anger. His mouth moved and softly curses and other insults flowed from it, boiling over like an overfilled pot over a high flame. Slowly a pale fist balled, tightening hard enough to draw blood, and centered on one being who was the bane of his existence.

“It's okay, Quat. We'll just go to the pool house and…” Zechs never finished his sentence. A rock hard solid fist slammed directly into his cheek, knocking him into Trowa and onto the floor.

Shaking his head and a bit daze from the attack, Trowa looked down and screamed, “Zechs?” Slender hands rapidly surveyed the injured blonde for damage. Trowa slapped Zechs rapidly on the face to wake him up.

While Trowa worked on Zechs, Heero grabbed for Quatre holding the feisty blonde tightly around the waist. The boy was fighting him, kicking and screaming to get out of Heero's grasps to let him go and finished the job. He didn't think Quatre was this strong as Heero used his full strength just to hold on.

Trowa sighed in relief when he saw Zechs open his ice-blue eyes. Judging by his expression, his boyfriend was not amused.

Zechs blinked up at Trowa wondering what the hell just happened. Rubbing his cheek, he hissed in agony feeling the pain. Ice blue eyes darted across the room aimed at the struggling couple. He couldn't believe it. Quatre looked like he wanted to murder him for real. This wasn't a game anymore.

“Quatre! Calm down!” Heero yelled, still struggling with his raging bundle. Wufei was holding Duo, both still in shock and not understanding what was going on.

Zechs reassured Trowa that he was okay and rose shakily to his full height, glaring blue icicles into his brother's blue green orbs. “You didn't take your pills today did you, Quatre.”

As if cooled down by a bucket of water, Quatre stopped struggling for a moment while his eyes widened twice their size. That bastard told. He struggled a bit more glaring venom at Zechs. If Heero would just let him go.

Heero stood in shock, determined to hold on to Quatre but that little bit of information broke his concentration, confusing him even more. “Pills?!?”

Zechs sighed. So Quatre didn't tell his love interest of his mental problems. Zechs didn't want to be the harbinger of doom but Heero had a right to know what he was getting into. “Anti depressants, Heero.”

Talk about a shock to your system. “Is this true, Quatre?” Heero questioned, tightening his hold even more.

Zechs shook his head in pity. “You may think you're all better, little brother, but you aren't.” He ignored the death glares from Quatre and walked over to the cupboard, pushing his arm all the way to the back to a secret compartment. Pulling his hand back out, Zechs pulled out a container of blue pills, twisting off the safety top and popped out two for Quatre. Nodding at Trowa, he asked the auburn man to pour him a glass of cool water. “Chemical imbalances of the brain don't heal overnight.”

Heero watched as Quatre glared at Zechs, glaring knives into his body. If looks could kill…

Zechs walked over to Quatre, thanking Trowa for the water and causally offered the pill to Quatre. “Come on. You have to take them.” Zechs then looked at Heero. “Heero? Let go of his hands.”

Heero didn't want to but he let one hand go. Grasping the other hand, he stayed by Quatre's side; ready to come between the two brothers if Quatre attacked the older sibling again.

Quatre continued to glare at Zechs ignoring every word uttered from his older brother's mouth. When the taller blonde asked Quatre to take the medicine again, Quatre slapped it out of Zechs' hands.

Heero, ignoring Zechs' pleas, grabbed Quatre's other hand again. “Quat!”

Zechs sighed, kneeling to pick up the fallen pills when a pale hand stopped him. The chestnut haired beauty was there. The one called Duo.

“Quat.” Duo walked over now, standing in front of him trying to block off Zechs. “You need to take them. It's okay. I used to take them…”

Tears poured from Quatre's eyes as something deep within him snapped. “It's your damn fault I have to take them, Zechs!” Quatre screamed and for the first time in a long time, he didn't care anymore. He had to be heard and now. “Why don't you leave me alone? You, Mom and Dad! All three of you! You leave me alone! You leave me alone in this damn house day by day and then come back here only to ignore me again! But it's not your problem or Mom's or Dad's! I'm the one with the problem! Heaven forbid I should upset the family's delicate little world.”

Everyone remained in his or her place except for Duo. The chestnut crowned teenager smiled down into his flaxen blonde waves of his friend. No one understood the source of a mental problem until the problem itself was voiced from the owner. Zechs was one of the reasons for Quatre's despair. Zechs walked over to Quatre then and just hugged him, urging the little blonde to go on.

The yelling didn't stop as Quatre continued to yell at Zechs, not seeming to hear anyone by himself while he struggled in the strong arms of his brother. He pulled away from Zech's arms disgusted to be touched by the idiot. His face turned very pale like Quatre would faint at any minute and his luminous turquoise eyes resembled chipped glass. “Out! Don't you dare touch me again! Get out, you bastard! Just leave me the hell alone!”

Startled by the venom of his little brother's words, Zechs dropped the pill bottle to the floor, the casing bounced twice before it rolled into a side corner of the kitchen. It seemed Quatre was right. Quatre just broke before he did. Zechs didn't know how to solve this. After years of trying to be closer to Quatre's and be the support the younger sibling needed, Zechs turned out the be the primary source of Quatre's pain. He didn't want it like this. Zechs had told his parents for years about their neglect for him and Quatre. That was the reason why all of his sisters lived with his maternal grandmother. Music or rather a melody startled him out of his thoughts. Duo was hugging his little brother murmuring a lullaby softly in Quatre's ears while rocking the lithe blonde back and forth. Heero was also hugging Quatre from behind, lending his strength as well as affection to the cause. Zechs' poor brother was trembling in their arms, looking off to the side blankly.

Zechs jumped, Trowa's warm hand startled him as the auburn-tressed man offered his support. Trowa urged him to listen to his brother, to truly understand he wasn't alone in his pain. “You're right, Quat. I'm sorry I haven't been there for you but I'm trying. That is no excuse for my actions but I love you. I don't and could never hate you no matter how Mom and Dad treat us.”

“Everything is going to be fine, Quatre.” Duo cooed softly in Quatre's ear. “I'm here. We made a promise, remember. I'll always be here for you.” Duo then looked over at Heero.

“I promised too, Quatre.” Heero whispered from behind Quatre. The chocolate haired football captain smiled when he felt brother-n-law's hand on his shoulder added his own support and love to their dear friend.

Quatre slumped a bit, feeling totally drained while his shoulders continued shaking. He watched as Zechs went to the phone to dial a number. It wasn't long before the young adult came back with some alarming news. “Quatre, Mom and Dad are not at the hotel they are suppose to be so that can only mean one thing-They are on their way here. I had their itinerary before they left. You are right. We all need to talk.”

Instead of yelling and screaming. Duo just caressed Quatre's face helping to calm him down. “Tell Zechs what you're feeling now.”

Zechs stopped to listen and Quatre voiced what Zechs already knew.

“Disgust.” Quatre exclaimed, loud and painfully. He overheard Duo whispering over his shoulder to Heero, something about a therapist and how to handle stress. The pain overwhelmed him. “Disgusted at…at having wasted my life this way. Trying to be perfect.”

“Go on and tell the world, Quatre.” Duo urged.

Closing his eyes, Quatre continued as tears fell again. “Taking to them doesn't help, Zechs. I've tried. I say to Dad why can't you just talk to me? Why can't you give up one day of work to be with me? Why can't you give up one day of vacation time off to be with me? He tells me that the world doesn't revolve around you, Quatre.”

Zechs stared in shock. Dad told him that? Dad never told him that. He always made time for him. He didn't even have to ask. Dad was asking him to make time with him. He never knew.

“I ask Mom too, Zechs. Why she never congratulated me when I win an award. She never dusts my trophy room. Helga does. They only go to your games-football, basketball, soccer, and hockey and baseball-why do our guests see and hear about your accomplishments in school. She tells me. `Quatre, don't be selfish. Zechs is left out because of your accomplishments in schools. Give him a chance.' You know how many times they said that, embarrassing me?”

Wufei frowned, suddenly ashamed of the Winner family.

“And then there is you, brother of mine. Millardo Marquise Winner. The brother I compete with who knows nothing of me. But why should you when you have everyone's attention on you. Why should you care about me when it is a waste of time like everyone thinks? Why waste mine as well?”

“Quatre…” Zechs murmured. He felt sick to his stomach but he would not move until Quatre had said his peace.

Duo was rubbing tenderly at the nape of Quatre' lithe neck, rubbing his face within platinum silk. “Let it all out, Quatre. You have Zechs' full attention on you. Speak your peace.”

Clutching onto Duo's arm, Quatre closed his eyes yet he continued. “Pills. I don't need pills. I need to be cut off entirely from them. They are the ones that make me like this, Duo. If I don't have them anymore…without their teasing, recollecting touches, I'll be okay.”

“Zechs…”

Zechs looked up and locked eyes with Heero's prussian blue. “Zechs, I want Quat to live at my house for a while. He's going to go crazy in this house. Pills are not always the answer to the problem. It isn't the solution this time.”

Zechs had to agree with the young man. “I think you're right, Heero.” Trowa even agreed, recommending Relena's now empty room. Zechs sighed. He didn't anticipate the problem becoming this bad. His parent's eccentric nature was driving his younger brother to the brink of madness if Quatre wasn't insane already. “I just though Quatre was acting like a brat because of our age difference. Kasaan and Tousan were never like this when I was younger.” They never knew they did this to Quatre but now that he thought about it, sending him to boarding school until high school is not parenting either. His rebellion started in high school. The Winners were always on the move, nomadic by nature, leaving Zechs behind as well during their many adventures yet they would always call with concern. They always took the time to write him a letter stating where they were or what they were doing. Zechs just assumed they did the same thing to Quatre. Boy was he going to yell at them when they got back.

“I think you are all correct but Quatre need to live with me.”

All eyes widened as they focused on Duo. Wufei spoke up confused. “Eh? But why with you?”

“Because it is more stable at my house.” Duo explained, letting go of Quatre for a second, pushing him closer to Heero while he walked closer to Wufei. “And because I've been through it already. Fei, it's the best way.”

Wufei blushed when he looked down at a single digit swirling a circle on his chest. He would do anything Duo asked at the moment.

Suddenly, Quatre walked out of Heero's embrace, bending to the floor and pick up the pill bottle. He didn't feel like arguing anymore, drained from all the excitement of the day. He had said his peace stunning his brother with the truth. He turned the bottle, twisting off the safety cap and taking out one pill instead of two. Quatre then walked over to Trowa, who still was carrying the glass of water in his hand, asked politely for it and drunk the water along with the pill.

Wufei had nodded to Duo in Quatre's direction and Duo walked over to him, grabbing the glass to put it in the sink. “Quatre are you okay now? Doesn't it feel better to let it out instead of holding it in all that time?”

Quatre just shrugged. He felt numb.

Duo sighed, but he hugged Quatre again. Quatre was going to be okay and now Zechs was going to be on his side. The continuous pain and anguish that Quat had felt over the years wanted to be released and since it had been building for so long, it would have eventually taken Quatre beyond his limits to the point of suicide or killing his own parents.

A strange sound over the intercom alerted Quatre's attention as he disentangled himself from Duo, walking towards the kitchen door, pushing his way out. Everyone looked at each other before they followed behind the smaller blonde. Quatre didn't get very far, walking quickly to through the great hall and through the foyer to front door, turning to look right before the sound of a key sounded in the lock. The key tried to click but it didn't seem to fix right. A soft voice of a man erupted from the outside in anger.

“Dammit! The key is jammed.”

Zechs looked at his brother in shock, smiling in spite of himself. No more would he ignore his brother. “Guys, I think you should leave. Things are about to get a little hot and Quatre is going to need me.”

For the first time, Quatre genuinely smiled at this brother in respect. They had to do this together, to prove a point. He leaned back against the door. “No, Dad. The lock is different…just like you are.” Quatre pushed off the door when the knocking grew louder into a pounding.

Duo couldn't believe what Quarte was doing but this was the perfect way to get his point across.

The banging grew louder. “Quatre! This is not funny!”

Quatre smiled a bit when Zechs leaned against the door along with him. “Nah. I think they should stay here, Zechs. It's big enough and it is my house!” He yelled that part a little louder.

Heero stared, worried for Quatre as he walked over to him. Staring deep into his aquamarine eyes, he kissed his forehead. “Are you sure, Quat?”

“No, Heero. I need you yet I need you guys to go home. This is our war and we can handle this together. Go out the back way. Wufei, take Duo to your house. You can borrow my car.” Quatre reached into his pocket, pulled out the car keys and tossed it to Wufei.

Agreeing, Trowa gave Zechs a quick peck on the lips and led everyone out the back way to safety. When everything was clear, Quatre sighed looking up at Zechs. Tonight, the brothers would make their stand. “I want them to see what a picture they've painted, Niisan.” Grasping their hands, they slowly moved away from the door and Quatre reached over with his right hand to unlock it…with Zechs by his side.

~***********~

The drive in Quatre's care was quiet. Wufei decided to let Heero take the wheel since the football captain was going back to Quatre's in the morning. It was better for Heero to watch the car since the Yuy garage was bigger than the Changs'. At Quatre's request, Duo agreed to spend the night at Wufei's. It was too late to show up at his home without causing suspicion. But this posted another problem, one that put Wufei in a very awkward position.

Both his thoughts and Duo's were preoccupied with the war that should be starting at the Winner household. The car stopped, letting Wufei out followed by Duo. Both teenagers waved goodbye to Heero and Trowa, watching the two blood brothers continue on down the road. Wufei's hand dropped down to his side, feeling distressed for Quatre. “It's so strange. He's my friend and I had no idea.”

Duo sighed, knowing this was a lot for Wufei to take in. He thought the roller coaster ride was over for their little group. Guess he was wrong. Quatre's ride had just begun the moment they safely walked out the back door. Duo could hear the yelling start up as they sped away. He wished he could be there for the support but Zechs finally was going to stand up for his little brother. “It's usually like that, Wufei. I wanted to kill myself after what happened to me.” Duo paused, looking up at a beautiful two-story family home. “Wow, Fei. You live here?”

Nodding, Wufei took Duo's hand and walked past the garden of bonsai trees and his mother's rock garden. “I hope my Dad's asleep. I really don't feel like listening to his teasing.”

Duo quietly giggled, blushing as Wufei guided him through the white trimmed back door that let them into the kitchen. Wufei didn't cut the lights on as the back door gently closed, guided by his hands as softly as humanly possible, putting the top and bottom lock on. “You want something to drink?”

Moonlight filtered into the room and Duo squinted as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. “Just some water, please.”

Wufei rinsed out a glass, walking over to the refrigerator to pull out the Brita pitcher. He poured Duo some cool water and got a glass for himself since his throat was parched. Wufei watched Duo as the water slowly disappeared down the pale throat, violet eyes shifting around the kitchen in the darkness. When the glass was empty Wufei offered Duo more, which violet-eyed boy denied. Wufei then took the glass and placed it in the sink. He would wash it in the morning. He then grabbed from Duo's hand and led him out of the kitchen.

Duo followed quietly behind, smiling as he viewed the Chinese accented décor of Wufei's home. Large jade dragon statues sat in the four corners of the long hallway as if guarding for any intruders and silk separators aligned the room making sure there was harmony within the rooms. Soon, they arrived in the living room so they could talk a bit before going to bed. “Fei. This is very nice.”

“Thank you.”

Wufei froze, not wanting to freak out but that voice was not his own. A single light flicked on and there before the two teenagers, sitting on the loveseat, sat a handsomely rugged Chinese man around forty or so of age wearing black satin pajamas and pink bunny slippers. It was as if you were looking at an older version of Wufei; same dark eyes and round face yet there were slightly graying hairs through the ebony hair. It was as if anything could get any worse. “Dad?!?”

Mr. Chang yawned, exaggerating just a bit. “I though you were at Quatre's tonight.” Dark eyes shifted, squinting when their focus were on the visitor his son brought home at such an uncommon time. “Mmm!” Mr. Chang thought to himself. A very beautiful visitor… “Child, who is your friend?”

Duo blushed and came around from behind Wufei, who was suspiciously overprotective all of a sudden, and, respectively, bowed to the elder Chang. “Duo Maxwell, sir. Wufei and I are classmates.”

“Classmates, huh…” The smirk on Mr. Chang's face spoke volumes. This was the Duo Maxwell Heero told him about. The same Duo Maxwell that had his son had wrapped around his little finger and the boy didn't even know it yet. Now this mysterious child was gracing his home at such a late hour with his own son. Hmmm, what was Wufei up to now? Chang Shenlong shook his head, smirking, wishing to be young again. “Don't let the bedsprings be too loud, Wufei. You know how your mother is.” With that said, Mr. Chang rose from his seat and went to bed.

Wufei's eyes bunged out of his face freaking out in embarrassment while his father snickered going back upstairs to bed.

Duo stood by, not quite understanding what just happened. “Uh Fei…was that your dad?” When Wufei glared at him, he knew that he was right in his assumption. Duo blushed for the umpteenth time that night. “Whoa! He's cute!”

Wufei looked at Duo like he had grown another head.

Duo laughed. “I was joking, Wufei. You look exactly like him.”

“Don't' you mean cursed?” Wufei sarcastically replied but sighed in apology, “We're nothing alike, Duo. He's a complete pervert. He slept around on my mom when I was six, married me off to his drinking buddy's daughter and….”

Wufei paused, shutting his mouth abruptly…the power of the rant again.

Duo looked on confused. “You're joking right? About that last part?”

Blushing, Wufei simply replied, “No.”

“Wufei?”

Wufei rubbed his face, sighing in disbelieved that he opened his big mouth. He paced a bit before eventually sitting in the same spot he last was. He motioned for Duo to sit next to him, which Duo slowly did. Wufei then began to explain about the late Ron Meiran. “She lived in another city so it was sort of easy. But…” Wufei sighed, afraid to look up. “It was only a year. We hated each other at first yet the moment we were growing used to each other when I found out that she was very sick. It was bad, Duo.” Duo listened attentively not uttering a word as Wufei elaborated on the events of their parting. “She died only a few weeks after she informed me about her terminal cancer. Evidently, she had slipped to her father that before she died, she wanted a special person to share her last days with. And my Dad, idiot person that he is and in a drunken stupor, agreed along with her father and made me marry her.”

“Wufei…. is that what you were afraid to tell me?”

“Yeah…” Wufei blinked confused as long ebony locks suddenly spilled over his broad shoulders. It had happened so fast. Duo had grabbed the back of his hair tie and now the lithe teenager was pulling the tie off his own chestnut mass. Chestnut waves cascaded down Duo's back much to Wufei's delight. They didn't stay that way for long. Nimble fingers weaved both hair ties together, joining the two as one. Duo quickly braided his long mass back together, tying off the end with the enjoined band. Flipping his braid back over his shoulder, Duo exclaimed “Mine” to Wufei's surprise. The Chinese boy blinked as Duo grabbed both of his hands.

“I promise you this. I don't know where destiny has us going, Chang Wufei, but I am not going anywhere. Smiling, Wufei grabbed for Duo's braid, pulling it back over his shoulder to play with the tuft. “Me either.” They sat there for couple of minutes before Wufei noticed the time.

“Come on. It's late.” Wufei then led Duo upstairs to his room.

~***~Wufei's Room~***~

The moment Wufei opened the door, Duo freaked. “Oh my! Wufei, you're been holding out on me!”

Wufei's bedroom had a four-poster bed that reached the ceiling like he was royalty. He had a computer set up and various gadgets neatly in ordered on a bookshelf along with a multi-level entertainment center with dvds. But this was not the greatest treasure within the sanctuary of Chang Wufei as Mr. Duo Maxwell would discover. Mint condition Nittle Grasper and Bad Luck posters were plastered over both walls along with other groups that Duo knew about.

“You are evil, Wufei Chang!”

“I am not.” Wufei exclaimed, chuckling as Duo touched everything within his reach. “I can't help it if I enjoy the music of Ryuuichi Sakuma-sama. I thought he was a girl when my brother took me to my first concert until I heard him sing.”

Duo continued to inspect the room, walking over to one of the three bookshelves in the room. “You have the concerts on dvd. Wow! Ryuichi-sama may be gorgeous but Shuiichi…” Duo walked closer to the Bad luck poster while he caressed against Shuichi's face. “Shuiichi is an angel. There was many a night he saved my sanity.”

“Yes.” Wufei murmured, his warm dark eyes caressing Duo's form as he walked over to turn on his sound system to a soft beat. Mentally, he resigned himself to Duo being in his house for one night until the longhaired teenager stepped across the threshold of his bedroom. The scent of the earth angel was arousing Wufei beyond belief and the knowledge that he was just inches away from his bed….”I like him too, Duo. Er…let me get you get you a toothbrush and a washcloth. You might want to freshen up a bit. ” Wufei gracefully stepped around Duo, his swinging hand unconsciously brushing against Duo's arm causing a nervous shock to run between the two.

Duo could feel Wufei's eyes caressing him as he spoke and he swallowed, smiling to hide his nervousness. “I'm sorry, Wufei.”

“No…that was my fault. Let me just go to the bathroom….”

“Wufei, do you have a extra pair of pajamas? I would be more comfortable than sleeping my own clothes.”

Deep brown eyes widened, before returning to normal. Wufei should have offered Duo that before the washcloth and toothbrush. “Eh? I'm sorry. Let me just get them from the top of my closet. I just got some from Old Navy the other day.” Wufei smiled as he walked over to his walk-in closet. Duo watched as Wufei began pulling clothes down hastily, reaching high into the top chest and to the far right. Not paying attention to a neatly folded stack of blankets, Wufei was soon covered with blankets and comforters falling from overhead. Duo ran over to his rescue, giggling, trying to find his lost boyfriend within the sea of fluff.

“Fei?! Are you okay in there? Let me help you.” Seeing one head bopping, trying to pull free himself from the mess, Duo saw strands of ebony silk and helped to free the aggravated teenager from his prison. Duo couldn't help but laugh because Wufei looked like an adorable elf at Christmas time. “Just like Christmas snow from heaven.”

Grumbling from the mess he just created, Wufei was shocked by Duo's words. “Christmas snow?”

Blushing, Duo continued. “Christmas snow…my mother loved Christmas. I used to sing in the children's choir and for some reason it would always snow on Christmas Eve in our old town. During the Nativity I was always the angel and I would then sing with the other angels praising the birth of the Christ child. Just ignore me. It was silly to say.”

“It wasn't silly, Duo. Nothing you say could ever be silly.”

Duo blushed at the sudden intensity of Wufei's gaze and couldn't move as Wufei moved closer, reaching over the fluffy blankets in his lap, closer to a softness he yearned for such a long time. The piece of blanket Duo was holding fell softly, pooling in his lap as he moved closer to meet Wufei and when their lips touched, it was if they were on cloud nine. Strong arms wrapped around Duo's waist, pulling him even closer to Wufei's body and Duo was the first one to break the kiss. “Fei.”

Wufei rubbed his nose against Duo, breathing the air from Duo's lips before they were kissing the boy along his cheeks and further into his neck. He then began to murmur his answer nuzzling along Duo's neck and reveled in Duo's aroma as he kissed that majestic column of skin, memorizing each bump and curve by touch alone.

A battle was being fought and Duo was losing with Wufei's tender touches along his neck. He was so sensitive along his neck and when Wufei suckled on a particular spot, he softly moaned his pleasure, shivering, causing his groin to harden instantly.

Wufei didn't want to take liberties with Duo just yet but he knew something was poking him hard along his leg. He pulled back, gazing into Duo's eyes, needing the acceptance before he did anything else. Duo's amethyst eyes glimmered with love and trust and for the first time in his life since the abuse, he put his complete faith in someone else's hands-Wufei's.

Decision made, Wufei leaned over and gently took Duo's hands, one in each of his own. They slowly rose together and it was just a few steps before they were inches from Wufei's bed. They both sat down, Duo allowing Wufei to lay him flat on the bed. Their clothes remained on as they continued kissing, fingers shyly touching, grasping, before they released from their hold to explore uncharted territories.

Duo moaned, lost in sensations he thought long gone. His chestnut lashes closed and reopened, fluttering rapidly when he realized he was on Wufei's bed allowing the Chinese lad to touch him. Normally this would be the perfect time for a panic attack but Duo didn't feel ashamed or scared in Wufei's presence. He slowly called Wufei's name and soon came face to face with eyes filled with such passion Duo had to breath deeply.

Wufei felt like he would burst until he saw Duo's eyes. Their unusual shade was changing before his eyes. He could remember their nervousness when they were first met or their intensity when he was on stage singing to him at Wonderland. Wufei wanted to drown in them and now he could. They both were very aroused and Wufei did not want to go the final step even if his body was screaming to finish what he started. Slowly, he kissed Duo again, softly on those buttery soft lips drinking each moan escaping from within. His lips followed a route of their own, guiding him to Duo's earlobe.

Duo whimpered against Wufei, bringing his hands deep into those ebon strands enjoying their satiny touch. He felt hands caressing down his back, down to cup his buttocks and back up his spine. Those hands were all over his body, cautiously giving him the pleasure he tenderly sought for. Nothing was rushed. Duo felt like he was being worshipped but he just felt so hot he needed more. “Fei…mmm….”

Wufei could feel the urgent need Duo felt since he was squirming like crazy beneath him. Just by memory, Wufei nuzzled against Duo's neck again and when he took a tiny nip, Duo was grinding so hard on his leg Wufei thought he had tormented Duo long enough. “Should…we…go further?” Wufei emphasized “Further” as his hand gently caressed against the material of Duo's black silk covered chest, rubbing circles on the satiny fabric around his left nipple and downward towards his stomach. Wufei's hands did not stop there, having a mind of their own. Nimble fingers continued downward, further between their enclosed bodies where he lightly lifted Duo's shirt upward. Ever so slowly, his fingers danced over his fair belly and downward further until he began to lightly caress Duo's hardened crotch. “Can…we do this? Like this?” Wufei whispered, huskily into Duo's ear.

Duo groaned loudly when he felt Wufei slowly rub his fingers gently against his crotch. His back arched off the bed wanting more friction between his legs and his breath was coming in short pants. He couldn't believe he wasn't feeling the slightest bit of anxiety as Wufei continued to rub this crotch. Husky words were whispered into his ear while Duo concentrated on following Wufei's touches, licking his lips for some moisture. His face was flushed, closing his eyes as he spread his legs wider for more friction. His white pants, no longer pure white but slightly dingy from being caught in the rainstorm, were baggy enough. The time for talk was over for him-Duo wanted to feel.

Wufei was burning, not only from the heat within his body but also from Duo's seductive actions. He was going as slowly as humanly possible, letting the fair skinned teenager beneath him lead this dance of passion. “Tell me, Duo. Tell me if you don't like something and I will stop it!” His golden face was flushed, and his dark hair was scattered across his face in disarray but Wufei didn't care. He would do anything that this chestnut haired violet-eyed angel said to him. If the word were giving to stop, he would jump into that cold shower so fast not to embarrass himself anymore. But Duo just looked at Wufei with so much love and trust, Duo couldn't trust his own voice coming out normal anymore. Wufei's own onyx visions stared hard at his heart below him, amethyst jewels shining back at him as his hand began to unbutton Duo's pants, slipping them down a bit.

Duo stared back at Wufei, looking deep into his eyes, blushing from their intensity. He allowed the other teenager to unbutton his jeans without the slightly indication to stop his actions. His own declaration was to caress Wufei's golden cheek and memorize this moment in his mind. As long as he looked into Wufei's eyes, everything would be fine.

Lifting up a little, much to the disappointment of Duo, Wufei rose a little just to reach over to his nightstand. With one hand, he opened the top drawer, reached deep within and pulled out a very well used jar of Vaseline. Placing the jar on his stand he flipped the lid and dipped his fingers carefully into the jelly. Duo was watching him following his fingers and Wufei was both embarrassed and half excited, as he seemed to coat his palm with expertise. Turning back to Duo, Wufei smiled as he asked Duo again if he wanted him to stop and when Duo's hand caressed his cheek again, just staring, Wufei swallowed deeply and lowered his hand to grasp around Duo's sex.

Duo gasped from the contact, his violet eyes widening and practically glowing from pure unconditional love for Wufei. He tried to continue staring at Wufei, wanting to see his eyes as Wufei moved over his organ yet Duo turned into the crock of Wufei's neck. He couldn't stop squirming and no matter how Wufei tried to calm his hips, they would not stop. Short breaths were now continuously flowing from Duo's mouth and Duo pulled Wufei's neck closer to him as he assaulted that golden skin like it was the only meal Duo ever had.

Duo's assault on Wufei's neck had Wufei biting his lip until it almost bled. His pace sped up and he placed one of Duo's legs between his own, trying to hold him tight while Wufei worked his magic.

Tears slowly falling from Duo's eyes and he did not believe that this could be so wonderful. Every touch he had ever felt was cold and calculated, a way to control his body and his soul. Wufei, his Wufei, this dark haired gentle scholar could play the music within his body with a single kiss. There were no lies to get him to spread his legs or give a blowjob or performances of embarrassing things to do to satisfy to a strange craving. No. This simple boy of Chinese descent just exposed his soul to him and gave Duo his heart of a starry night filled with words and understanding. Duo knew, at that moment, he had met his soul.

Wufei looked down at Duo's quivering form lying against his bedcovers and saw the tears leaking down his fair cheeks. “Are you okay?” His warm breathes softly whispered over high cheekbones of pink tinge.

Duo smiled through his tears and simply replied, “Don't stop…please?” Raising both of his hands, Duo pulled Wufei's face towards him and kissed the raven-haired boy with all the passion he had stored for this boy. “I love you so much, Fei…please?”

With such words as tender as a lamb, tears began to overflow from Wufei's obsidian eyes. Emotions overcame him and he kissed Duo back with equal passion. “Alright, Duo.” His voice croaked from emotion. “For you and only you.” His hand squeezed and soon Wufei was pumping Duo harder and faster, his lips showering reassurances and encouragements against his lithe neck and sensitive ears.

Duo's breathing became erratic with each tug on his organ. He could feel Wufei's own hardness against his leg and slowly rubbed his leg back and forth to relieve some of the Wufei's tension. Loud moans vibrated along his neck and Duo was lost in a place he never wanted to leave. He never felt so horny in his life, squirming in an exotic dance against Wufei's satin comforter with the only lifeline to keep his sanity was Wufei' s hand. “Yesss…Like…that! Oh my dragon…Yessss…” Duo groaned his pleasure, sucking on Wufei's tongue; wishing Wufei's lips and tongue were there.

Wufei purred in approval, his thumb rubbing circles around the crimson head, warm and slippery from the mixture of Vaseline and pre-cum. He cracked open his eyes, gazing towards his beautiful bundle. The sight was amazing. Duo glowed in his pleasure. His pale cheeks were so rosy and his beautiful eyes were mere slits of indigo surrounded by waves of blonde, red and brown flames. Wufei groaned again, too hot from Duo's hands caressing his groin and the boy's warm tongue against his highly sensitive neck. He was trying very hard not want to take Duo and impale him on his staff into next week. Everything of this moment was for Duo's benefit and so; a golden hand increased the pressure. Wufei had to make this feeling so intense that Duo could not help but come.

Violet eyes opened wide when Duo felt the extra pressure to his groin. The pleasure was boiling in his body. He didn't know what to do anymore except move! Faster and faster Duo began to move within Wufei's grasp, his hands flying outward to grab for the nearest thing for support that happened to be Wufei's shirt. The cloth didn't have a chance, Duo practically ripping it apart from Wufei's body and displayed an unbelievable display of the human body. “Oh God! Wufei!! MMMM! You're gonna make me…Make me…”

That was all the incentive Wufei needed when he kissed Duo with such force while his grip tighten on Duo.

The moment Wufei kissed him; Duo came like there was no tomorrow. Each pulse brought a new note from Duo's muttered voice. He screamed his completion into Wufei's mouth, every pulse causing his body to tighten like steel as puddles and puddles of warm liquid overflowed from his organ and gush over Wufei's hands like a waterfall. Tears poured down his face and Duo was shivering so hard, totally afraid he would fall apart from the slightest touch.

The golden hand, filled with some much warmth, brought the liquid to his mouth and licked at it as a contented cat much to his new lover's dismay. Wufei watched as Duo tried to pull himself back together but decided to just hold the longhaired boy. Strong golden arms reached out to wrap around his boyfriend and Wufei held Duo, soothing him, rocking him as he continued to cry in his arms. “It's okay, Duo.”

Duo couldn't stop crying. The tears of a deep wound were finally being lifted. Every tear had meaning to Duo and Wufei understood, as he felt rocked within the teenager's arms. There were tears for his mother and the pain she had to suffer with a husband who loved money more than their family, tears for Treize and Mariemea, his loving family who he loved more than life itself but had to run from a deranged past to start a new, and finally, tears for himself for suffering the shame and disgust of self. For each tear that fell, warmth was inserted in its place. A puzzle of identity was inserted as well as a piece of love from his friends, family and people that cared.

Wufei kissed Duo's forehead, continuing to rock Duo not caring how long he had to do it. “It's okay, love. Cry until you fall asleep. I'll be right here. I promise.”

Duo slowly calmed his tears as warmth filled his body. It was unlike anything that he had felt before. Duo remembered feeling like this a very long time ago, something like in a dream. He didn't understand why but he suddenly thought about those dreams when his savior wrapped his wings around his body. Wufei's arms were warm, much like those wings that covered him like a blanket in his dreams. Duo couldn't stop his lids from drooping and soon the beating of his heart slowed to a gentle thump.

Wufei held the boy until Duo's heartbeat slowed to his becoming as one. He smiled, looking at the black hair tie at the end of Duo's braid, the singular bond between them that bond his heart forever to this fae child asleep in his arms…or rather fallen angel. As Wufei watched the chestnut lashes flutter against the flushed skin, Wufei vowed he would give this angel the will to believe again, the will to fly towards any dream his heart desired. Smiling, Wufei reached back and grabbed one of the blankets that fell from the closet and covered him and Duo's body without waking Duo. Though his pants were tight from need, Wufei had more important things to consider. It would take time but he mentally willed his body to calm down. There would be other nights between them but for now…it was a time for rebirth and renewal.

I have found you my Angel.

And you have found me my Heart.

We will always be together protecting each other,

And together we'll be Angel Heart.

You are the Angel I dreamed of, protecting me from the dark.

You are the Heart I dreamed of, that cried out to me at night.

You are my Angel,

And I am your Heart.

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Author Notes: Finally! I finished this damn chapter from hell!! You know how long I had to brain storm this chapter?!?! I am happy I have all you adoring fans bugging the hell out of me to write. I love it! ^_^ I really do need prodding now and then.

Duo: *_* I finally got a taste!!

Wufei: *_* I finally got a taste!!

Sparky: @_@ I finally gave them a taste and they liked it!! They really did!!

Quatre: But I want to go all the way now, Momma Spark!!!

Sparky: Hold your horses! You know we can't have all this angst without some real drama!! Not when Duo's Dad is coming

Duo: OO Are you kidding me?! You did not put that asshole in the story!

Sparky: ^_~ You just have to wait and see!!!

Heero: *Looking around for his gun to kill Duo's pops*