Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Cheaper Than Gold ❯ One-Shot

Cheaper than Gold

By: Authoress K. C.

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Okay, this comes directly from I think its episode 48, its derived from a quote from Heero.

"Life is something that's cheap... Especially my life."

So, I can't FIND any Heero/Trieze fics, and if I DO find them, they BITE. So, *shuddering sigh of tortured pain* here I go.... And I LIKE Trieze, he didn't die. I swear. Enjoy Minna!

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Heero sat in his little one room cabin in the midst of no where, staring across the room at the black metal of his old gun sitting on the plain wooden desk. The cabin was sparsly furnished: a bed, a desk, a small table, a fireplace with a pot, a curtain around the toilet, a small ice box. Not much for comfort, but Heero didn't rely on comfort, or people. He relied on himself and that gun.

He had already broken his promise once... He had sworn he'd never hurt anyone ever again... But he'd gone and done it anyhow...

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"Duo, shut up."

Heero's voice was tense, threaded with anger already, and the violet eyed man was thoroughly pissing him further off. Duo ducked around to pester him from the right.

"C'mon, Heero, go out with me, I'm sick a goin' out alone, I keep getting hit on, c'mon, go with me! You don't have to do anything, its just so I can say I'm with someone and they'll back off! Pleeeease?"

Shhhwap!

Duo hit the floor with a startled yelp. Heero had his gun in hand before he thought about it.

"I said shut up! I don't want to go with you!"

BANG!

There was a smouldering bullet hole next too Duo and Heero's eyes widened as reality crashed into him like a frieght train. His hand shook and the gun tumbled too the floor, his cobalt eyes going wide with horror as he stared down at Duo, who's violet eyes were equally horrified. Heero trembled and then collapsed too his knees, arms wrapping around his body as he shook uncontrolably. What was he thinking?

Heero didn't look up as head heard Duo run off...

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Heero lay on the bed and pulled the blankets over his head. God... He wanted to die now... His life must really be cheap.... Cheaper than gold if he was to live alone forever....

*~X~*

Trieze lay in the tub, one arm dangling over the damp, water-warmed metal side. He shifted slightly and the closed his eyes, sliding deeper beneath the water. It was cozy here... Of course, his warm bed would be cozier with a warm body in it, but, that was impossible now....

"Hn, I'm a fool. That Chang boy wouldn't have let me near the others, stupid fool... Ah well. I believe its time for the banquet."

He rose, water streaming away from his skin and back into the tub, some sparkling as it flew through the air. He wrapped a large buttery yellow towel around his hips and left his bathroom, entering the living room of his small house on the beach.

He dropped the towel on the plush carpet for the servents to pick up later and went into his bedroom. He pulled on a pair of white boxers that glowed against his sun darkened skin. He followed those by a pair of white dress pants, a white dress shirt and a white suit jacket. His socks and shoes were white and so was his bow tie.

He examined himself in the mirror and smiled. He looked good enough.

*~X~*

Quatre walked into the party with one of his youngest older sisters, Nina. Nina wore a black shirt with lace sleeves, the lace was printed with dragons with glittering red rhinestones for eyes. Her skirt was long and red, but her shirt stopped just under her breasts, and her skirt hit her hips gently, and streamed in complicated pleats too the floor. The bottom was studded with metal rivits and she wore a black belt with metal rivits and a large diamond set in the center of the buckle. Her eyeshadow was dark gray and she had her sunglasses perched on her red hair, streaked black. She'd dyed it to spite Father and grew to love it, and kept it when he died.

Quatre wore a pair of black pants and a blue button down shirt under a light white jacket with a simple tie. He looked relitivly innocent next too Nina. Even her hands looked devilish. Her nails were long and red with obsidian jewels set through the nail. She'd pierced her finger nails. Quatre hadn't even known that was possible until she'd shown him.

Quatre made simple conversation while Nina went and got them some drinks. He gave her a firm admonishment when she'd mentioned drinks.

"No alcohol. You're already scaring people."

"Oh, poopie."

Nin smiled and hugged him then left saying punch was prettier.

"Another sister, Mister Winner?"

Quatre turned and faced Trieze Kushrenada.

"What the- I thought Wufei had- How-"

"I barely excaped the blast. But no matter. How are the others?"

"Oh, they're fine. Wufei is teaching kata's to young children, Duo and Trowa are living together, Duo parties while Trowa holds a job. Heero...."

Quatre sighed and crossed his arms in annoyance almost. He wasn't upset with Heero, he just couldn't figure out the whole situation.

"Heero promised never to use a gun again, but he kept his gun, loaded, and Duo annoyed him one day and he shot the floor right next to where Duo had fallen and they haven't spoken since. I've gotten a few letters, but mainly they are bare words. I'm sorry, I can't come see you. I'd never forgive myself if I left this place and hurt you. I can't ever hurt anyone again. Those sort of things."

"Where IS he, then?"

Quatre looked at Trieze narrowly. He sounded concerned, and he was NOT the concerned type.

"Why?"

"I want to know. Really. The war is over you know. You won. I'm no longer in any position of power, mearly an aristocrat such as yourself. A veteran aristocrat."

Quatre sighed.

"He lives in a cabin. In England somewhere I think. There are trees."

Quatre smiled helplessly.

"I don't know much more, when he tells me where he lives, he's not too specific. He's not much for details anymore. He just, gave up, when the war was over."

"I see. Do you think it would be possible to FIND this cabin in the old England woods?"

"Probably. There aren't many people still IN England."

"I see. Thank you, Quatre."

Nina came back and gave Trieze a once over then whistled, fanning him with the end of her sleeve.

"Ohhh, hot, hot, cool off sweetheart, you're gonna make the fire system turn on. Quatre, are you ready to go home yet. The next old woman that comes up too me and holds up a cross or rosary is gonna get punched."

Quatre laughed and hugged Nina.

"Nina, this is Trieze. Treize, my youngest older sister, Nina Valyree Winner."

"Oh, so YOU'RE 'that over bearing, backstabbing, snooty, aristocratic ass who HAS to go and get hisself into all our bussiness because he's bored and has nothing better to do then make life a living hell for the colonists.' I wondered who you really were. Nice too meet you. Those are, Duo's exact words. Bye now! Come on Quatre."

Quatre looked pained.

*~X~*

Heero hunted the dense forest and checked his traps for any small, eddible animals. He found a few rabbits and kept those, along with a deer who'd fallen into his spiked malaysian tiger pit. He slung the deer over his shoulders and carried the rabbits threaded on a supple branch back behind the cabin into the dirt clearing where he cleaned them and burried the innards and parts that he couldn't make use out of. He had a pile of skins in the small shed built onto the back of the cabin that he had them drying and curing on. Bone's were made into decorations.

Heero quickly worked skinning and cleaning his catch, and then used the nearby pile of birch branches hto fashion the propper sized drying racks to which he fastened the animal skins using bone clips. He'd become very accustomed to living this way, it was preferable to the town that he could reach in five day's walk.

He set the racks up, put the meat in the smokehouse and buried the unusable parts, then took the bones to the stream to wash the gore off. He shoved a few handfulls of thick chocolate hair from his eyes. Then he looked at his reflection. He stared at the shoulder length, shaggy mane of hair that somehow still looked groomed while falling halfhazardly into his cobalt blue eyes.

He hardly recognised himself. Then he lifted his head, washed the bones and made his way back to the cabin. The closest human thing he still did, after the bare essentials, was listen to the small radio he kept running on bateries that he'd stocked up on a month ago. He sold a few things of bone and animal skins and bought a lot of batteries.

He sat on the bed and turned on the small radio. This drown out the need for real human contact until he could sleep.

Heero woke refreshed and went about the cabin, gathering his jacket and a pair of gloves. It was getting well on into winter, and he was NOT freezing to death because of it. He went into the drying room and checked some of the pelts and unclipped the dry ones, stacking them in the corner, then rearranged the remaining ones so the oldest ones would dry fastest. It was harder in the winter. He scraped the frost off those that needed it, and some of the frozen gore from the new ones. Then he opened the door, went into the clearing to the little smoke house.

Come spring time, Heero vowed quietly into the fridgid air, he would take the smokehouse down and move it to adjoin to the main cabin, so it would help warm the place. Actually, once today warmed up enough, he probably could do that now and have heat for the winter, along with a ready supply of food. Maple flavored.

Heero got out some food and walked through the chilly air back into his cabin. There he barely kept himself from screaming aloud. As it were he made a stifled 'mmph!' in surprise at the tall back leaning over his bed. The figure straightened and turned. Familiar cornflower blue's landed on him and Heero lay his food on the desk, keeping his hand from reaching for his gun.

"Who, are you?"

"Heero, I'm hurt. You of all people should recognise me."

Heero narrowed his eyes.

"You're a ghost then, because there is no other explaination for you."

"I excaped, but barely, from that battle. But, we were beat so wholly, that I lived quite happilly as the old aristocrats did, without war, without violence, attending my parties and banquets, just, existing. I saw Quatre Winner and one of his sisters at my last dinner party and he told me where to find you."

Heero frowned and shoved his hair out of his eyes, then picked up the simple bone tray he'd carried his food on. He opened a desk drawer and got out two plates and two knives, all of bone. He shed his jacket on the chair and the gloves rested on the desk top.

"D'you want something to eat, Trieze?"

Heero gave the man a shuttered look and he nodded with a benefactory smile. Heero split the food into two portions and handed the man a plate and a knife.

"It's just slowly smoked deer meat, from the smokehouse. Maple."

"I see. I'm sure it's delicious."

Heero nodded and moved around Trieze, switching on the radio to the news and sitting on the bed to listen too it. Trieze seemed unsure of where too sit so Heero moved his feet over and kicked the bundle of animal skin blankets too the floor. Trieze smiled again and sat quietly durring the news cast. Once it was over, Heero turned the radio down to a low noise and sat quietly until Trieze started talking too him.

"So, you lived with Duo for a time? What fun you two must have had!"

"Not really."

"Oh? Tell me."

"I struck him. It was right after the war."

"Ah, when you weren't used to living as a normal person, not a Gundam Pilot."

"Hai."

"So, he left?"

"Aa."

Trieze nodded and ate a bit more of his food. then he spoke again.

"Were you aware that he's living with Trowa Barton?"

"Hai."

"How?"

"Quatre."

"Oooohh... Don't you ever go to town?"

"Once in a while. I went a month ago for batteries."

Heero gestured vaguly with his knife to the pile in the corner. Trieze looked and nodded quietly. Heero finished his foor and put the plate on the table by the radio, got up and pulled on a pair of animal hide pants, and his jacket, and his gloves. Trieze paused.

"Where are you going?"

"To move the smokehouse. It's cold."

"Do you want help."

"If it pleases you."

Heero looked at him, then growled as his hair flopped into his face. He dug in a desk drawer and extracted a length of cord made from strips of animal skin, and tied his hair back in a loose tail. Not like Wufei, not mirgrain tight, just enough so that it wasn't in his eyes. He turned to the back door and Trieze was at his side, in a long heavy travel coat and a pain of woolen gloves. Heero nodded and led him through the shed where his skins were drying, pausing to scrape them and rotate them a bit to dry them better.

They went into the clearing and off to the side, by the trees, was the smokehouse.

"How are we to move it?"

"It comes apart. Lets hurry and move the meat into the drying room."

"Oh, of course."

Heero handed him the meat and Trieze rushed between the house and smokehouse, until the meat was safe. Then he helped Heero as he was instructed. The smoke house was three walls of equal size held together by bone pegs, animal skin cording, and insulating birch bark walls of tremendous thickness. They moved it roof first. The roof was made of heavy pine boughs, with branches covered in fox fur, their winter pelts. Then the walls, and finally the fire.

They stamped out the coals and moved what could still be burned over. The smokehouse was situated against a window, and Heero cracked that window, to let the heat in, then resituated the fire into the center, where he dug a deep pit, and covered the bottom with large peices of wet bark, that would smoke. Then he lay the largest half-burned beams across that and filled the pit with any fresh maple that would easily burn to get the larger beams to catch. Then Heero struck flint to steel and got the fire to catch.

"I'll have to make a door..."

He muttered and left through the door already in the smokehouse, and Trieze helped him move the meat back in. Then they went inside, to warm up. There was a pleasent oder of maple and the cabin was already warming considerably.

"This will be comfortable...."

Heero muttered again, laying on the bed. He looked at Trieze.

"Aren't you leaving?"

"No. I can't. I left instructions that I would be here for a month. Then I would return for a week or so, to catch up on all my affairs and get things tidied up, and then I thought perhaps I'd return. I was looking forward to spending some time with the infamous Heero Yuy."

"Hn. If you so wish. I suppose I'll have to share my bed until I get some extra blankets made up...."

Trieze gave him a quiet smile and Heero lapsed into what had become an unusual ammount of perfect silence. He had grown quite accustomed too voiceing his thoughts aloud too himself, talking to himself in steady streams of his own clipped, short speach. Having Trieze listening to his private thoughts would have been awkward, so he forced himself to remember all his training and he composed himself back into most of what he used to be.

"Its nessicary. Otherwise you will freeze."

"I appriciate your concern. My bag is just outside the front door."

Trieze turned, crossed the cabin to the door, opened it, and pulled in a lumpy, apparently sparsely packed duffle bag, in a shade someplace between green and gold. He sat it by the desk, knelt down and opened it. He pulled out a pair of thick sweatpants and crossed the room, going behind the curtain around the toilet, and soon emerging with his clothes in hand, wearing what Heero recalled was a 'wifebeater' and the sweats.

Trieze tossed his clothes over the bag and came over, sitting on the side of the bed. Heero gathered the blankets from the floor and sat on the other side of the bed, and tossed the blankets over the whole bed. He slept with the skin side down, because the fur absorbed the heat and the skin trapped it in.

Trieze gave him a smile and Heero looked at him and lay down, on his side, his back to Trieze, closing his blue eyes firmly. He felt Trieze shift and lay down and there was a brush against his back and Heero jerked involuntarilly, because he'd been surprised by the contact.

"Good night, Heero."

"Oyasumi nasai..."

Heero muttered, eyes open, staring at the plain wooden wall. It was cozily warm. Trieze sighed and Heero knew when he was asleep.

*~X~*

Trieze went out to check the traps quietly, no whistling, as he'd been prone to doing in the weeks before, but Heero had ingrained the importance of silence in the woods around, in case of roaming animals. You don't disturb them, they won't disturb you. Trieze gathered the catches from the snares, while he knew Heero was out checking the heavier traps, the log tumbles, the tiger pits, and the boulder cascade. Trieze was in charge of the snares and hanging nooses. He gathered the collection of late rabbits and a fairly good sized bear that was hanging from a tree. That would make a good meal, and a nice pelt too. His fur gloved hands were warm and Heero had started on some thick fur clothes for his stay.

The pilot was still young, though he wasn't a lanky sixteen-year-old boy anymore, he was an eighteen-year-old man with a rock hard body from all the work he performed out here in the woods, and Trieze was enjoying the feel of his muscles pulling and working to carry the bear, to move long distances in a consistant rate of motion.

He entered the back clearing and soon Heero stepped out with a larger bear.

"Found him under the boulders."

"In a noose. Got some late rabbits. Any good?"

"Thick fur. Not much meat anymore, but they'll do for a stew."

Trieze nodded and started helping skin the catch. He skinned and Heero cleaned while he scraped the pelts. He built the frames and Heero helped him clip them up and they carried them into the shed and set them out to dry while they went inside. Heero had the door built the third day and tomorrow, Trieze would go home.

"Trieze."

"Mm?"

"When you go..."

"Tomorrow. I leave for a week or so."

"Would you object.... To my going with you?"

"Of course not, but will the cabin be alright? The smokehouse-"

"It'll be fine. No one else knows this location and I'll bank the fire down so it'll stay warm, but it won't be in danger of burning the cabin."

Trieze nodded. They stayed indoors for the day, the snow was a thick crust and they didn't feel like braving it too go break the ice of the stream. It was too cold.

Trieze woke quickly in the morning and dressed swiftly, with Heero dressing as well. They would walk to the road outside the wood, and meet the car there. Heero wore a shirt he'd made and some warm black pants, with his winter boots made of rabbit skins. He pulled on his heavy winter coat of fox pelts and his gloves, and Trieze dressed similarly. They packed the bear meat, it was the most filling in small chunks, banked the smokehouse fire and made sure all the doors were locked. They walked together towards the road and made it by nightfall. The car was waiting and Trieze hailed the driver who hopped out, shivvering, and opened the door.

"Sir."

"That you Renald. This is the man I came too see, he's going to accompany me back to th house."

"Of course sir. Mister Yuy."

Heero gave the man a quiet nod and followed Trieze into the car. Trieze settled in swiftly, and smiled at Heero. Heero smiled back, they had become used to the silence they found in each other's company, though they would carry on lengthy conversations before bed. It was late and they were getting drowsy.

"Heero, would you be in much objection to getting your hair cut when we get to my house? I can do it, or have someone do it for you. I know it helps in the cold, but it's looking sort of ratty, with as much as you twist in your sleep."

"As long as they keep some length, you're correct, it is warming. Your hair looks like it needs a trim."

"Of course, I noticed that the other day. Maybe we should have bought scissors."

"Perhaps."

This conversation went on for some while before they dozed off in the car, waking up only enough to get in the house and into a bedroom. They collapsed together on the bed, and curled up, pulling the comforter over them and passing back into the deeper recesses of unconciousness.

Trieze woke quickly, sitting up immediantly. The month he'd spent living with Heero had gotten him used to early bed and early rise. He was so used to getting up early to start the fire and open the door a crack to let in the smokehouse heat.

Heero was awake too, sitting up in a sort of daze before he relaxed.

"We're not at the cabin."

"Hai. We can sleep."

Trieze nodded and lay back down, rolling onto his side. His large bed was more comfortable than this, so he was guessing they were in one of his guest rooms. Heero lay on his side as well and Trieze smiled.

"Good morning."

"Good morning!"

Trieze crowed slightly, then laughed and closed his eyes. He was asleep within moments.

*~X~*

Heero stared into the mirrored wall annoyedly while Trieze snickered from the chair next too him.

"I told you it was long."

"Hn."

Heero snorted as the girl trimmed his hair that nearly hung to the middle of his back now. Trieze was getting his hair cut back to its original length and style. Heero was keeping his long enough to tuck into his collar.

"I just can't think how anyone could say that."

"Your hair is so long, and you do sort of look feminine. You're not a bulky muscular, your more lithe and wiry. Like, a mink."

"Great, I'm a rodent now. Here doggie doggie doggie...."

Heero growled as the girl behind him choked softly.

"'Mister Trieze, I didn't know you had a girlfriend!'

'I'm a man~!'

Absolutly priceless."

Both the girls started to giggle while Heero glared hard enough to bend steel.

"Hn."

The girl twirled the cloth and spilled the long, thick clumps of hair into the floor, letting Heero know he was finished. The other girl did a similar move and Trieze rose with a benificial smile.

"Thank you dears, I appriciate it, as I've been gone so long."

"Its not problem Mister Trieze, Mister Heero."

The two girls bobbed their consent and then bounced off into the back room of the shop, chattering on about differant hair paints. Heero followed Trieze silently. This was his forrest. He knew it better.

"Heero, relax, this isn't the middle of nowhere, these are people, not bears."

"Gomen."

Heero's shoulders relaxed, he'd never even noticed he'd tensed up. Trieze took his arm and linked it with his own. Heero blinked stupidly at their arms and then up at Trieze.

"Relax. I'm not going to jump all over you. I'm more interested in knowing you. You're a better person than you give yourself credit for you know. I find I like your amiable silences better than uncomfortable chatter."

"Nande?"

"Heero, I'm surrounded by morons and idiots that dote on MY opinion. Its nice to be able to have a comfortable silence rather than moronic chatter that is compleatly based upon a single man's opinion. You are my comfortable silence."

Heero 'oh'ed softly, and let Trieze sort of tow him along, through the small shopping district. Everyone nodded and smiled and waved, but they all called him 'Mister Trieze' and after a while Heero noted that Trieze's smile was tense.

"Relax."

"I know. Like I said, morons."

"They're civilians."

"Hai...."

"Treize!!!!!"

"Rakkan!!!!!"

A tall girl with long blonde waves falling too her feet came running out of a building down the street, her arms spread. She wore a long sky blue dress that billowed delicatly out behind her. Her feet were bare and her arms were too. Her eyes were a dusky indigo, sort of grayish purple.

Trieze released his arm and held his arms open to the girl, smiling broadly as the girl lept into his embrace, hugging him as he hugged her, spinning them both in circles. Heero felt awkward for the first time in his life. Trieze was beaming as they finally lost momentum and he lowered her too the ground.

"Tri-chan, you've been gond for so long! What happened?!"

"Ra-chan, I told you I was going to go see Heero! Remember?"

"Oh, hai hai. Baka na, no da!"

The girl bounced the heel of her hand off her temple, giggling. Then she turned and Heero got the full force of her beauty. She bowed to him, her hands clasped before her, eyes sparkling.

"You must be Heero Yuy. Tri-chan wouldn't let anyone else walk on his arm. I'm Rakkan, I might as well be his sister. Tri-chan has pretty nearly adopted me. Its nice too meet you, Heero-san."

Heero thought desperatly for a reply, bowing back.

"Ano..... Ossu, ojousan?"

Heero querried nervously. Then he closed his eyes with a wince. He rubbed his forehead. He felt like a bumbling idiot.

"Gomen nasai.... I don't..... I'm not good with, other people...."

"Oh, don't worry, I talk enough for all of us! Ask Tri-chan! Anyhow, I saw him coming, and I had to come see him, he's been gone so long. But here, I'm probably keeping you from something important."

Trieze laughed and hugged her.

"Not really. We were going home really. D'you want to join us?"

"HAI!"

Heero was about to be given a migrain....

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Trieze covered his grin with a hand, Rakkan was babbling on about something and Heero was paying rapt attention too her. Trieze realized that Heero had been compleatly isolated for a very long time. So, of course he wouldn't know when to tune someone out.

"Rakkan. Please don't keep on about the insignifigant."

"But, Heero's actually listening. I like that. I may steal him, Tri-chan."

Rakkan winked at him cheerilly and Heero's expression was openly confused. Trieze laughed.

"I doubt you could. He is an ex-Gundam pilot. He's the strongest one of them all, his hands alone can bend steel."

"WOW! Really?"

Rakkan looked around and Trieze rose, and walked around the table, grabbing Heero's arm and pulling him away from the girl before she found something to test that knowledge on.

"Ra-chan, please. Trust me, remember, we were bitter enemies, I'm truthful about his abilities."

"Oh, but I only want to see it once!"

"Rakkan."

"Yes Trieze..... Gomen nasai, Heero. I told you I talk too much."

"No problem...."

Trieze pulled Heero away from Rakkan.

"We're going to go do man things now, I'll see you at tea."

"Ja ne Tri-chan! Hee-chan!"

Heero breathed as Trieze pulled the door shut on the briskly waving girl.

"She rivals Duo in her ability to ramble on at high speeds. And for energy levels, she rivals Quatre. The boy never quit. Energizer bunnies, ping."

Trieze laughed at the soft joke, the smile perched on Heero's face one of giniune amusement.

"Yes. Oh, I have a banquet too attend too, tomorrow. Heero, would you please come with me? Otherwise I have to take Rakkan."

Trieze smiled at Heero who's face had tensed.

"You mean..... You want me to be, your DATE?"

"Well, I suppose that IS what I'm asking. Yes. Heero, would you be my date."

"I- That.... Trieze, isn't that a bit ODD?"

"How so?"

Trieze was honestly surprised. Heero seemed to care about an image. His or Trieze's?

"Well, you are a man, shouldn't you take a woman as a date? Why would you want to take a man? Me in particular, over someone as pretty as Rakkan? I mean, wouldn't that make you look bad as an aristocratic figure? You ARE somewhat prominant. I wouldn't want to be your downfall."

"Heero, the only one who's clueless is you. I've been of the other bent for years. As a matter of fact, even Rakkan knows it. Everyone knows, but no one has ever caught my eye like you have. I'm not asking you to be my lover, I ask almost nothing of you really."

"Well, thats true...."

"I only wish for your continued company Heero, so will you please come and be my date?"

"I- If you think it won't look bad, then I suppose I have no argument."

"Lovely, lets get you fitted for a suit. You will need something other than your summer clothes."

Heero blinked down at himself. Okay yes, he looked like a neanderthal. Buckskin trous, an a buckskin tunic, with soft hide moccassins.... Yes, he needed suitable clothes for the world of people.

"You are right.... I look like a neanderthal..."

"Hmm, for that matter, you do sort of. But, once you've been cleaned up nicely, I'm sure you'll look fine."

Trieze smiled as he angled in a direction. Heero looked up from his clothes and found them walking in the doors of a shop on the street. He blinked. Trieze had quickly brought them from the house to the town. He was out of practice.

"Don't look so surprised. I'm Trieze."

"Yes you are."

Heero smiled.

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Trieze sat back comfortably as Heero stepped out. He wore a pair of dark blue pants and a white shirt under the matching dark blue blazer. He wore the tie perfectly and the shoes fit. He looked like a picture.

"That looks good on you, it brings out your eyes."

"It fits."

Trieze laughed, he sounded surprised, looking down at himself. He checked his range of movement and then twisted around to see the back of his clothes. Trieze smiled gently, as Heero unconciously twisted his hips this way and that, drawing Trieze's undivided attention.

Finally he dissappeared back into the dressing room and Trieze sighed silently. Nothing had changed. Heero was Heero, a stoic man who took everything in stride and at face. Trieze had wanted nothing but his presence, so Heero took it too mean just that.

Trieze did want his presence, but he wanted it always, in his arms, his bed, at his side. Trieze had been in love with the younger man since their warring days, since the boy's teenage years, since his own youth. It had been the same things then that attracted him once more now. His quietness, his concentration, his full ability to survive everything with minimal effort.

Heero stepped out and Trieze almost lost control of himself. Heero was tucked into some tight jean shorts that were almost whoreishly short and an equally, if not tighter, t-shirt that was cropped and showed excelent stomach muscles in good definition but not outstanding prominance. The shirt caressed his body like the touch of a lover's hand, clinging too his form, and the shorts made him look as if he'd been poured into the material, it fit him so well. You could practically see the cleft sepperating the two hemispheres of his butt.

"Heero, where did you pick that up?!"

Trieze's voice was a bit high and he'd squeeked. He coughed, trying to regain his control, his eyes popping out of his head, Heero was twisting his hips before a mirror, watching his movements calmly.

"I picked them up on the way back here... They were hanging on the rack outside this dressing room... You were so busy talking to the saleswoman that you missed the rack. I thought you weren't paying attention, so I grabbed them for you. What do you think? I think this top is a bit baggy... Its got too much give in the chest... And the shorts don't quite fit my waist.... They rub a little...."

He turned and stared down at Trieze. Trieze didn't realize he was totally serious until it was too late and Heero had grabbed his hand and pressed it against the material to his chest.

"Feel, its loose, it doesn't fit like it should."

Trieze didn't yank his hand back fast enough and suddenly his hand was pressed against the front of Heero' shorts, and the man was twisting his hips against his hand. Heero was right though, the shirt and shirts were loose there.

"Uhhhh...."

Trieze thought he was gonna die. He scrambled his thoughts together.

"Well, when you wash them, they might shrink a little, if you use cold water, and they would fit then..."

"Oh.... Well, I do like them..."

Heero released his hand, turned on his heel and Trieze got a full veiw of the younger mans round, pert ass painted in the tight denim. The image of him walking away was glorious.

"They fit well, except for the waist and chest, and as you said cold water-"

"We'll buy them!"

Trieze cut him off with a blurted few words, his hand rising to cover his eyes.

"Go change. PLEASE."

He heard a snort of amusement and a warm hand pulled his own hand away.

Heero was standing before him, in those CLOTHES! Trieze's voice rumbled slightly in his chest.

"Go....change.....Heero...."

"Do YOU like them?"

Heero looked absolutly mischievious. And that was enough to throw the most stollid person off balence. The combination was deadly.

"Hai....."

Trieze groaned. The look on Heero's face grew and suddenly he was straddling Trieze's lap, fingers woven into the hair at the nape of Trieze's neck. He was twisting his hips slowly against Trieze. Trieze's fingers clamped onto the man's ribs, and his eyes clenched themselves shut as his breath shuddered out his his lungs.

"H- Heero...."

The man chuckled and he felt his weight shift forward. The man was pressed against him and was moving against him, turning him on.

"Trieze.... How much do you like them...."

Trieze couldn't breathe. Heero.... That was as far as his thoughts could run. Heero was rubbing against him, driving him mad. Suddenly the man was gone, leaving Trieze heaving for air as he scampered into the dressing room. Trieze could have sworn he could hear the man giggling.

---

Heero shed the shirt and shorts, a wide grin, worthy of Duo Maxwell, splitting his face. Trieze couldn't even speak. He'd reduced him to a shameless pet. It was deadly, playing this game, but either way one of them would win, and the other wouldn't complain. Heero pulled on the clothes Trieze was loaning him for until they got home, and he piled all the clothes he liked over his arm, leaving the rest. He was definantly buying those shorts and that shirt.

"I'm ready."

Trieze was flushed and struggling to catch his breath. He rose awkwardly, and pulled Heero to the check out. His eyes almost bugged when the man saw those clothes but he shoved them across hurridly and pulled out his credit card.

"Thats all."

"Of course, Mister Trieze. Mister Heero."

The woman smiled at them, and rang it up. Then she gave them all the bags.

"Have a nice day!"

Heero followed Trieze back home. They unloaded the bags onto Heero's bed and he put them all away carefully, then looked at the clock.

"Tea is soon, right? Then what are we doing all day?"

"Whatever you want to do. Its summer here."

Heero smiled, and that seemed to make Trieze suspicious.

"Why?"

"I want to go for a swim."

"We have-"

"On the beach. There's a beach, I can see the white sand from here."

"Well, I own a small house there, but-"

"Onegai?"

Heero pleaded, laughing. Trieze chuckled and Heero knew he'd won.

"Of course. The beach."

Heero did a quick happy dance which made Trieze laugh. Heero grabbed some pants and a t-shirt, and ran into the closet, changed and popped back out, handing Trieze back his clothes.

"Here, you can have them back now. Thank you."

"Of course, Lets go to tea and quickly, so we can hurry to the beach."

Heero smiled and followed him obediantly. They hurried through tea with Rakkan and she objected when they said they had plans.

"What plans?! The banquet isn't until tomorrow! And I KNOW Heero has to go."

"We're going to my beach house."

"OH!"

The girl laughed softly and winked.

"I see. You naughty boys."

"Not for that, you hentai little woman, Heero wants to swim."

"Oh well, if it was Heero's idea, then I believe you."

Heero just kept his grin on the inside. They left and Heero left him at his room. He changed quckly, then pulled a longer t-shirt over his clothes, tucked his feet into some sandles and left with two towels and a gift from Rakkan.

Trieze was clothed similarly. They walked to the beach and the sun was still high in the sky when they got there. Heero spread out his towel, and shed his t-shirt, streaching in the sunlight.

"ACK!"

He heard Trieze choke and he turned his head, smiling.

"Nande?"

"You- Those are- You- ACK!"

The man stammered and then just thrust an accusing finger at Heero's clothes. Heero smiled, turned and wrapped long arms around the mans neck, running hs fingers once more through the hair at the nape of the mans neck, fitting his own rock hard body against Trieze's so that they were matched up perfectly. He rolled his hips against Trieze's.

"Is there a problem? I thought they would be the most appopriate."

"You-"

Trieze was quickly loosing his control. Heero smiled and tipped the man's head down, nipping softly at his lips, until the man formed a cohearant string of words.

"Heero! You blasted TEASE!"

Trieze practically exploded, though he wasn't violent, it was more exasperation. Heero laughed and nibbled the corner of his mouth.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Trieze...."

"You! You and those clothes! You're a blasted TEASE, Heero Yuy! You practically go nuts at the idea of being my date for the BANQUET!"

Trieze's voice rose abruptly as Heero gave a firm thrust against his hips and then resumed his slow rolling motion.

"As I was saying, you go nuts, then you do this! I told you I didn't want anything from you!"

"Yes, you did..... But Trieze, if you have already exposed yourself as not being straight, then it won't bother me so much.... You're attractive to say the very least..... And you care, which is more than I can say for many people.... Besides, I liked you anyhow...."

Heero gave another thrust, follwed by his hands wandering down to grip Trieze's ass firmly, pulling his groin more firmly into Heero's.

"I've liked you since the day Wufei defeated you..... When you acted with such valor... It made him cry you know... Thats what took me.... You made Wufei cry... And I knew I liked you, wanted you. But you had died, or so we all thought. So I pushed it back, and refrained from anything, fought Mariemeia, and then vanished into that forrest until you found me...."

Heero had stopped moving, stopped rubbing against him and was now just standing there, holding him, his head tucked against Trieze's chest. The man's arms around his waist. They weren't moving, and Trieze was listeing while he caught his wind.

"And you brought every old longing and emotion for you surging back to the front of my mind...... I've wanted you for a very long time..... And you've wanted me longer.... You said so yourself. Since I was a Gundam pilot."

Trieze nodded and kissed the top of his head shyly.

"You've got me there, Heero..... You blasted tease..."

"Ah, no, I'm not teasing."

Heero rolled his hips and Trieze gasped, and Heero tugged him down to the towels. He set to work on Trieze's long t-shirt. The man wore a pair of trunks and nothing else. Heero's hands splayed over his chest, his hips rolling enticingly against Trieze's hips.

"Trieze, do you want me still...."

"H-hai!!!! Heero, please stop teasing me!"

---

Heero winced as Trieze straddled his clothed rear, smoothing the lotion over his bright red shoulders and upper back.

"That hurts you know...."

"You're the one that got frisky on the beach. White sand REFLECTS light. So does water."

"You weren't complaining. I do believe the last thing I heard was your screams."

Trieze coughed and rubbed more gently.

"You would be correct...... Heero, you are a horrible man, a giant tease machine...."

"And you don't complain one bit. 'HEEERO! Oh @%*#!!!!!!! FASTER!!!!' Hn. And I thought Duo had a filthy mouth."

"We should visit them."

"Hai.... Will we have time before the banquet?"

"Yes, we ought too. We'll see Quatre there you know. He'll be pleased to see you."

"Of course. He was worried about me."

Heero rose when Trieze was done and let him lay down and smoothed the thick blue lotion over the man's red back as well.

"You look like I feel."

"I suppose we're both idiots, not thinking about sunburn before getting amorous."

"Hai. But we'll be better by tomorrow. Nice and bronze."

"Of course. We'll both be on our stomachs tonight."

"Which room will we be in? Yours or mine? My bed is rather small."

"Damnit Heero! I wasn't implying anything!!!"

"Really? Damn. I can hope, can't I?"

"Heero, you are terrible!!!"

Heero laughed as he finished Trieze's shoulders and helped him up, pulling his face down for a quick kiss.

"Tri-chan, MEEP! Oh my! I'm so sorry!!!! I'll-"

"Rakkan! Nononono! Rakkan, don't worry, we're not in the middle of anything."

"Oh, oh good. My hearts going to burst, I thought-"

"You little hentai!"

The girl giggled, her long waves still at her feet. She sat on the edge of Heero's bed and smiled.

"So, did my welcome present come in handy, Hee-chan?"

"Your welcome- You!? You gave him- And you let her- And- HENTAAAAAAAAAAIS!"

Heero was going to die. Trieze's face was flushed as red as their backs were. His hands were fisted in his hair and he looked absolutly put out.

"Trieze, you should THANK her. It probably wouldn't have been as much fun without lube."

"Grrrrr!"

Trieze growled and seized Heero into his arms, giving him a fierce kiss. Heero leaned into the kiss and Trieze muttered against his lips.

"You'll pay for that trick..."

Heero drew back.

"Counting on it!"

"Awwwww! You two do look cute. Well, I'll be off. Deside that room thing quickly you two."

Rakkan skipped merrilly away. Heero smiled.

"Your room or mine?"

"ARG!!!"

---

Treize looked at Heero who was dressed in civilian clothes, and was perfectly relaxed, driving along with the top down. He'd been right, by morning they were only a dark bronze, as if they'd been in the tropics. He wore a buttery yellow t-shirt, that made him look darker, with a pair of jeans and tennis shoes. He was driving with one hand on the wheel, the other on Trieze's leg. Trieze was content to let the wind blow in his face. They had the top on the car down, on the way too see Duo and Trowa.

"This is the street!"

Heero slowed, and gave his leg a squeeze before turning the corner using both hands, then parallel parking before the cute house. Heero got out and Trieze followed suit. He wasn't dressed much differantly from Heero, but his shirt was a blue shade. They walked up to the door and Heero rang the bell a couple of times.

Feet pounded and a familiar voice called to someone.

"I've got it! Hell- OH!"

Familiar indigo eyes gleamed from under chestnut bangs, and the same long braid hung over a shoulder. Trieze smiled, and Duo looked disturbed by his presence.

"I excaped, don't worry, I'm not the enemy."

"Oh.... Well.... Uh, hi?"

Duo looked confused, then he almost screamed.

"H- HEERO! HEERO YUY!!!!!! TROOOOOOOWAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The man came leaping down the stairs in the familiar turtleneck. His arm went around Duo's waist.

"Hai- Heero??"

"Ossu, Trowa, Duo. Can we come in?"

"Uhm...."

Trowa took Trieze in at glance and then shook his head.

"I don't care. Yes, come on in. Duo, what IS wrong with you? You look like someones died!"

Trowa spoke calmly too him. Duo jerked a thumb back at them.

"But, thats-"

"I'm sure he doesn't want to cause you harm, love."

"I-"

"Breathe."

Trieze smiled and Heero suddely seized his his hand. Trieze looked at him.

"Don't care."

Heero hissed, squeezing his fingers. They entered into a messy living room and Trowa cleared a pile of miscellaneous things off the couch before he and Duo sat in a pair of chairs. Trieze and Heero sat on the couch comfortably, and Heero had their twined hands resting on his thigh.

"H- Heero, its, odd, to see you! You been okay?"

"Duo..... I appologize."

"I-"

Duo seemed confused. Trieze started to snicker. Heero choked, then started to laugh outright. This seemed to throw Duo off balence, because his face went slack with shock.

"Tro, is Heero LAUGHING?!"

"Looks that way."

"Heero doesn't LAUGH."

Trieze finally helped Heero catch his breath and Heero beamed at him gently, and tightened his hold slightly before relaxing it, a gentle squeeze.

"I've relaxed, Duo, you don't need to be scared of me anymore. No one does. You have this baka to thank for it."

Trieze waved slightly.

"Ossu. I never had a chance to actually meet you before, Duo and Trowa. It's nice to meet you now. You're friends of Heero, so I'm supposing I can't fault you anything."

"Yeah well...."

"So, have you been well, Heero?"

Trieze smiled at Heero as he sat back and answered.

"I lived in the woods in England, or whats left of it..... After my accident. I was afraid to be near people. But, Trieze showed up and helped me live again. We've got a banquet tonight, but I wanted to come see you before hand. You've been okay?"

"I've got a job! A real one!"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I'm a manager at a store!"

"Good job Duo. You're not the bubblehead we always took you for. Trowa?"

"I'm also a manage, at a differant store."

"Thats good. Right now I'm live on Trieze's good graces. Whatever will I do if he kicks me out?"

"Thats not possible, Heero, and you know it."

Trieze lifted their twinded hands and kissed Heero's knuckles. The man chuckled and tucked back a strand of his sand coloured hair. There was a cough and Duo's eyes were rolling out of his head.

"You two are-"

"Yes, Duo, we're sleeping together. You and Trowa aren't?"

"Well, I can't LIE to ya, yeah, but I never-"

"I'm human. I HAVE a sex drive."

Heero snickered. Duo choked and then started to giggle. Heero stood suddenly and smiled, lifting Trieze up. Trieze looked at him.

"Well, I'll come back another time, do either of you know where Wufei is? I'll see Quatre at the banquet, but I want to contact Wufei."

"He's living in the next block. He's over for dinner frequently. He and Milliardo-"

"Why wouldn't he be. Milliardo IS attractive."

Trieze interjected. Heero looked at him and Trieze smiled.

"It ment nothing at all, I knew the minute he started anything that it wasn't him I wanted."

"Good."

Heero grunted and clenched his hand tigher. Trieze protested and the grip loosened instantly.

"Gomen."

"I'm sorry, I should have never had anything to do with him.... I was stupid, and it will never happen again, with anyone else."

Trieze seized Heero into his arms and Heero clung to him, his cheek resting against Trieze's chest. There was a soft sniffle and they both looked up. Duo was leaning into Trowa's arms, his back against the other man's chest, and he looked happy.

"Heero, I'm happy for you."

"And I for you. I'll see you later, we're going to go say hello to Wufei, then we have to go get dressed for that banquet."

"I have one question."

"Hai?"

"Why is your nose peeling like that?"

Heero blushed feverishly.

"Well....."

Duo snickered.

"No way.... On that white beach?"

"What?!"

Heero was indignant. Duo was about to die of mirth.

"Heero, you baka! Didn't you bother to think?"

"No.... I had other interests in mind...."

Trieze snickered as Heero grudgingly said it, still blushing.

"Duo, our first time wasn't exactly glamourous...."

"Uh..."

"Where was it?"

"The hood of some random car. We were drunk."

"Oh my god.... The hood of someones CAR!? And You're laughing because we got SUNBURNT?!"

Duo was blushing as bad as Heero had been. They parted cheerfully and Trieze smiled as Heero drove.

"I'm glad you wanted to do this. Its like having a family."

"They are my family. And you are too. You're all I have, the six of you."

Heero pulled into a driveway labeled CHANG.

"This is his."

Heero got out and they were met at the door by the long haired blonde.

"Trieze?! You're alive?! And Heero, you're here."

Milliardo sounded angry. Heero curled his arm around Trieze's waist and suddenly it was cold. Wufei appearched wiping his hands on a towel.

"Milli, who- Heero! Ossu!"

"Ossu, Wufei! Can we come in. Your boyfriend seems to carry a grudge."

Trieze smiled as Heero gestured and Wufei didn't even flinch.

"Trieze! I'm so glad to see you. Milli get OUT of the way! You knew he was hoping to find him. Now MOVE!"

Heero entered and Trieze smiled as he was pulled along. Wufei talked calmly too Heero as they went into the kitchen.

"-And he'd always wished that Trieze would give up on you. I told him Trieze was more stubborn than that!"

"Of course he is. Its one of the reasons I love him so much."

Trieze gaped as he looked down at Heero. Heero had yet to say that, but, it was a shock. Heero smiled up at him and closed his mouth with a finger.

"I may kiss you next time. You look cute like that. Its fine."

Wufei just laughed.

"Want a drink?"

"Oh, no, we're just stopping by today. Maybe another day we can stay longer, we just came from Duo and Trowa's, and we still have a banquet so I can see Quatre."

"Oh? Oh, yes, of course. Duo must have been quite terrified of you both."

---

Trieze pulled Heero from the car impatiently. The younger man balked and tried to pull his arm away.

"I changed my mind! I don't want to go!"

"It's too late, Heero! We can't back out! Now Let's Go!"

"IIE!"

Heero whined as Trieze pulled him along. The taller man got him in the door and Heero almost panicked. There were so many people. Trieze sighed and hugged him slightly.

"Don't worry, I'll be with you the entire time."

Trieze got worried at the smiled that appeared on Heero's face.

"Counting on it....."

Trieze balked now. He shook his head rapidly as Heero pulled him into the crowds of aristocrats. He knew exactly what his lover was planning, and it was totally out of the question.

"Heero! No! You can't!"

"Why not. You made me come, so I get to exact my revenge."

Heero smiled at him and patted a pocket gently. Trieze went past panic and right into desperate.

"Heero, not here! Please! You don't know what you're saying!"

Heero only smiled. Trieze was doomed. He saw the blonde before he heard him.

"Trieze! Did you ever find him, Trieze!?"

Quatre stopped behind Heero. Trieze was silent as Heero turned and smiled at Quatre.

"Ossu, Quatre."

Quare, quite predictably, went ape shit.

"H- Heero!! You're back! Its so nice to see you again! Have you been gone long? Are you well? Why are you here? You look very nice!"

Heero was shaking with mirth as Quatre sucked in a breath. Quatre noticed his tremors and immediantly became concerned.

"Are you all right, Heero? Do you need to sit down?"

"Quatre I've very much missed hearing you rattle off your questions rapid fire at me."

Heero looked up and placed his strong hands on the blonde's shoulders, looked back at Trieze, winked, then kissed his blonde friend firmly.

Quatre was absolutly dumbfounded, but Trieze wasn't.

"Heero! What are you doing?! Why-!"

Heero released Quatre and turned, arms slithering around Trieze's neck. Heero leaned in enticingly, murmuring just loud enough for it to carry to Quatre.

"Nande, Trieze? You feeling neglected. I'm sure there's a beach nearby. And no sun to burn us."

There was a squeek of surprise and Trieze looked up from his contemplation of those tempting lips too see the shock in Quatre's eyes and the blush painted across his fair cheeks. Heero was sniggering while still facing Trieze, and the glimmer of his prussian eyes was full of what Trieze felt he could safely call EVIL. Then the other pilot turned to the blonde and blinked innocently enough.

"Nande? You wanna come with?"

"H- Heero!!!"

The boy's voice was a bare squeek, as if he were to stunned to speak. His face was flaming. Trieze put his hands on Heero's hips and hid his own face in the thick chocolate hair, muffling his voice.

"Quatre, I don't know what has gotten into him.... I appologize...."

"I- its fine, I just- He wasn't this way before!"

"He's changed."

Trieze lifted his head, his own expression matching Heero's evil smirk as he rubbed his jaw with the back of his hand.

"Boy howdy, has he changed."

Heero smirked and arched his neck, Trieze's mouth fastening onto the bronzed flesh, nuzzling and nipping. Quatre looked like he was going to pass out when Heero started to purr. Trieze finally lifted his head and Heero panted gently.

"Heero, lets leave, people are starting to stare. Quatre?"

"I- I have my sister Nina with me...."

"I'm sure she'll understand. After all, here she comes. Nina-ojousan."

"Trieze-san."

The girl looked the same as she had the last time, freakishly gothic. This time her nails were peiced with little daggers dangling from them. Heero got fascinated and took her hand, looking at the little ornaments. He found himself being stared at strangely and muttered his name.

"Heero Yuy, ossu."

"Oh. Nina Maria Winner. Ossu, Heero-kun."

Heero smiled and then tugged gently on a dagger and laughed softly.

"Thats interesting, Nina."

"Arigato. I did it myself. This looks like Homos-R-Us. Should I be told something?"

Trieze laughed as Nina quite bluntly made a joke out of Heero now wrapped in his arms, nibbling and sucking on the fingers of Trieze's left hand. Quatre was so flushed he looked like there was no possible blood anyplace else.

"Ano, Nina, they are lovers. And-"

Quatre's face turned an even brighter shade of red. He was almost swooning.

"You want to accept that invitation don't you, Ototo-chan? Go ahead, I'll make some excuse to Meira for you."

"A-arigato, Nina-chan."

"'S no big. See you guys later. Heh, Homos-R-Us, I ought to write these things down.... Ja ne!"

"Ja mata, Nina-ojousan!"

"Ja mata!"

"Bye!"

Quatre was less flushed now that his sister had carelessly exposed him. Heero was still sucking and nipping at Trieze's fingers and Quatre meekly followed them from the banquet.

"We aren't really needed..."

"Nope...."

"No one will miss us...."

"Nope."

"So we're allowed to leave..."

"Yup. Stop trying to find an excuse. Lets go."

Trieze laughed as Heero slipped to Quatre's side and pulled him along, his fingers pressed to the boy's hip, lips grazing his jaw. The boy shivvered and then choked off a soft sound as they all slid into the car, Quatre in back, Heero and Trieze in front.

Trieze started the car and they sped back to the house, then ditched the car and ran to the beach house. Heero burst in the door to the empty abode, flopped onto the floor and wriggled their for a second, gyrating every part of his lithe body. Quatre paused in the doorway before Trieze gave him a gentle shove.

"We won't do anything you don't want us too."

He murmured in the small blonde's ear, before bypassing him and settling down next to Heero. The younger man reached up and had his shirt unfastened in moments, upside down.

"Mmmm.... Told you we'd be bronze...."

"You're the one whose nose was peeling earlier."

"You fixed it for me."

Trieze laughed and then looked around. Quatre was sitting indian style in a plush chair. He was smiling sweetly, but his hands were folded on his lap.

"Quatre?"

"I'm fine. I thought I'd just sit for a moment. Don't worry."

The blonde smile, eyes closed, head tilted in a most appealing manner. Heero laughed low in his throat.

"Voyuer...."

"I might be, Hee-kun."

Quatre giggled. Trieze joined in on the laughter before rolling and pinning his lover to the floor, giving shallow thrusts of his hips. Heero purred and arched contentedly.

"Heero, I don't know whats gotten into you today...."

"Hn, certainly not you! Why do you think I've been pushing all your buttons."

"Oh, you little hentai! Thats all you wanted wasn't it!"

"Mmm hmmm.... Thats right. My revenge on you is getting you to fuck me...."

"Well, I just might leave you tied up on the floor then."

Trieze pulled a length of strong, flexible, soft rope from under a table and bound Heero's wrists over his head, then bound his ankles, and tied them together behind him, leaving him laying on his side on the floor, aroused and panting.

---

Quatre sat quietly, watching Trieze tie his friend. Then the larger male moved away to sit with his back against the couch, leaving Heero panting and twitching on the floor. The prussian eyes were dark with lust as he fought his bonds. Quatre could see his cock pressing against the confines of his pants. The pressure of the ropes on his wrists and ankles seemed to be turning him on more than anything.

Quatre shifted and bit down on the moan that threatened to give away his own private pleasure. His own cock was pulsing gently, and the friction against his trousers was almost painfully arousing. Quatre got up and went to sit beside his old friend, stroking the now long chocolate locks.

Heero moaned and rubbed his cheek against Quatre's thigh.

"Quatre...... Please..... Onegai, tomodachi....."

Quatre smiled and undid his own tie, then lifted Heero's head, and undid the man's own tie. He balled Heero's tie, shoved it into his mouth and them tied it in place with his own, successfully gagging him. Quatre calmly stroked Heero's hair again and hushed him gently.

"Shhh, don't try and speak, relax, I've only gagged you. You're fine.... Don't strain so hard, you'll hurt yourself. You aren't indestructable anymore. Gently now. Breathe. Heero, you like being tied...."

The mans brow furrowed and he shook his head, tugging at his bonds. Quatre smiled and trailed a finger delicatly over the prominant bulge in Heero's trous.

"I think you do.... Look at you.... You're about to cream yourself just from being tied and gaged, come on now, Heero, don't you admit your just a little kink?"

The man growled and moaned as Quatre tugged his bonds tighter, tightening his hands. Quatre smiled, innocence in his smile, deviousness in his sparkling blue eyes.

"Admit it..... You're a kink. You like to be bound and gagged. You like being helpless at anothers mercy. Admit it and I might untie the rope holding you to yourself."

Heero was about to go nuts. Quatre's hands wandered over his body, touching him, arousing him, but he wouldn't touch Heero where the man wanted it the most. The man finally trembled and nodded his head. Quatre soothed him gently, untieing him like he'd promised. Heero's wrists and ankles were no longer connected, but now he was a big worm, writhing against the rough carpet, trying to find his release. Quatre rolled him too his back and pinned him. His smile had devoured the dominator in him.

"Be good now, Heero, don't be bad, or'll I'll spank you."

Heero groaned behind the gag and wormed his way towards Quatre, rubbing his face against Quatre's cock. Quatre bit his lip and smirked, lifting Heero off the floor, walking to his chair and tossing Heero face first over his lap. He deftly pulled away the man's trous and bared the firm ass to the warm summer air. He rubbed his hand over the top of Heero's ass and the man wriggled on his lap, his hair touching the floor.

Heero tried to worm his way upright, but Quatre shoved his face back down and kept on hand on his shoulders, the other resting on the curve of Heero's ass.

"Heero, you're doing it again. I suppose I'll just HAVE to punish you."

Quatre's hand gave Heero's ass one last affectionate rub, before it rose and descended with a resounding slap. He lifted his hand as Heero howled with pleasure, admiring the red mark of his hand.

"There now, wasn't that fun, I'm going to punish you, because you seemed to like that a little too much."

Quatre refrained from speach now, his hand rising over and over, covering Heero's ass with his hand until the firm globes were flushed pink, and he kept going.

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Trieze was astounded at the kink in Quatre as the blonde gagged his lover, then even more when he hauled Heero over his lap and began spanking him. The blonde's face was glowing with pleasure, it seemed he was getting off on it as much as Trieze's lover. The firm ass was facing him and he could see the pink flush of blood that rapidly turned red. Quatre didn't stop until he'd gotten almost to bruises. The beautiful ass was dark red with blood and Heero was practically in throes of pleasure, getting off on it.

"Shhhh, now, are you punished enough, Hee-kun?"

The man nodded, whimpering as Quatre dragged a gentle finger over a tender cheek. Heero's eyes were almost black with lust and desire and Trieze was fondling himself, with the pleasure of watching Quatre with his lover. He'd never imagined hismelf as a voyuer, but he was finding it more pleasurable every moment.

Quatre was now busy scattering gentle kisses over the reddened flesh, and Heero was trembling a great deal. Then Heero made a desperate noise and Trieze himself moaned as Quatre's tounge dragged around over Heero's painfully abused flesh. Those pure blue saphires rose to his own cornflower blues and he couldn't mistake the lustful glitter in them.

Quatre's lips quicrked as he moaned again as Quatre roughtly dragged his tounge in a line, holding Trieze's eyes. Finally Quatre shoved the man off his lap, to let him sprawl on his stomach onto the carpet, following him, stilling his hips.

"Don't make me punish you again. You can't cream yourself until I let you, understand?"

Quatre smirked as Heero moaned and nodded and Trieze wriggled out of his pants, long fingers pumping himself slowly. Quatre's eyes hadn't left his yet. And they were sprawled so he could see everything Quatre did. Quatre shoved Heero flat to the floor, pushing his hands up over his head.

"Keep them there. Don't move them."

Trieze watched as the blonde licked the corner of his mouth and scooted back. He licked gently at Heero's ass, the redened globes. Heero moaned and twitched, but stayed mostly still. Quatre rewarded him with a kiss to the small of his back, where he wouldn't pain him.

"Thats good.... But hold very still now."

Quatre's smirk turned devious and the boy scooted back, pulled at Heero's legs until his knees were spread, his hips off the floor, his upper body pressed to the floor, his lower body raised. Quatre dipped his head and both men moaned, Heero from the feel of that wriggling muscle called the tounge invading his body, Trieze from the sheer sight. Quatre looked thoroughly pleased with himself and pressed his tounge in deeper, then drew it back, teasing just inside the tight muscle that closed Heero's body. Heero was moaning desperatly, and his cock was swollen, and looked absolutly painful. Quatre was stroking his raised hips gently, his tounge teasing Heero's body.

"Quatre...."

Trieze murmured the boy's name and the boy's face lifted. He arched an elegant brow and stared at Trieze.

"Do I have to treat you the same, Trieze.... You realize that the rules apply to you as well, you can't cream yourself until I say you can, so stop that right now."

Quatre pointed to his hand and Trieze tore it away from his cock, leaving it pulsing in the cool air, an ache deep in his body. Quatre slapped Heero's hip lightly.

"Don't go anywhere. I've got to deal with our other friend."

Heero moaned but stayed, fists clenched as he watched Quatre crawl over to Trieze. Trieze gulped as Quatre took the rest of the rope and bound his wrists behind his back, tying them tightly, as he had adjusted Heero's bonds. Trieze moaned.

"Ah ah... From you, no noise. I don't care how much you twitch, no noise. And don't think you're off the hook. No creaming yourself until I give you permission. Yes? Speak up now."

"Quatre.... You're a hentai..... And a dom.... A big kink."

"Hmmm yes, isn't it fun though?"

Trieze swallowed and nodded. Suddenly Quatre gripped his shirt and hauled him upwards, kissing him breathless. Trieze could taste Heero on the tip of the blonde's tounge, but the blonde flung him back against the couch and hooked his bound wrists under the leg of the couch, so his arms were pulled tightly back, and he had to kneel, leaning back. This gave the other two a full veiw of his cock and he jerked as Quatre gave the tip a brief suck, tasting him, before he went and gathered Heero. He pulled the other man over until their cocks were positioned to rub enticingly together. Then Trieze gulped as the blonde crawled back to his former position and spread Heero's knees. He teased the man's enterance and Trieze twitched, from the mere sight, he could still see, bent back as he was.

Quatre was evil!

Heero wasn't allowed to move, but he was moaning and whimpering in extacy, while bound, and Trieze couldn't speak, but he could move, and this aggrivated both their conditions, as neither one was allowed to cream before Quatre gave permission. So jointly they were in mutal agony and pleasure.

Quatre finally got tired of the things he was doing, and let Trieze's arms from under the leg of the couch, and lay him back compleatly, not leting him uncurl his legs, so that the muscles streached. Trieze stared at him as He positioned Heero on his chest, lining their cocks up again, then rubbing Heero's shoulders.

"Remember you two, you can't cream yourselves until I say."

Trieze twitched and Quatre laughed.

"Oh, you both have permission to move and make as much noise as you want, you'll need to."

Quatre smirked as he gripped Heero's hips ans plunged into the man's ass. Heero's head was thrown back and he screamed his pleasure. Trieze moaned loudly, as Heero's cock was pushed against his own, and he frantically rubbed against the younger man. They both started moving, trying to get rid of some of the unbearable pressure.

"Don't you dare cream yourselves!!!"

Quatre cried out as he thrust with abandon into Heero's all too willing body. Trieze nodded and captured Heero's mouth with his own, swallowing each others noise, tounges moving wildly, bodies going crazy with lust and the need to cream. Finally they heard Quatre's strangled words, as the boy went taunt.

"Go ahead and cream yourselves!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Quatre gave a sharp scream and Heero's mouth tore from Trieze's as he came hard, and more than any man ought to have. Trieze followed suit, creaming himself hard, and heavilly. Quatre was fallen, draped over Heero's back, sucking in air as fast as he could get it. Finally the blonde pulled out of Heero and untied the man's arms and legs, letting him collaspe to the side while Trieze rolled to the side so Quatre could untie him, which the smaller man did. Then they all tangled themselves.

"Quatre....... You're evil........."

Heero could hardly speak, his throat was ripped. So was Trieze's. The blonde laughed, the same soft musical laugh he'd always had, even durring the war.

"You're not mad are you?"

Both men shook their head. Trieze had just had the longest, deepest, more erotic experiance of his LIFE. And judging from Heero's near unconciousness, so had he. Quatre smiled and snuggled against them, trailing a finger through the thick, sticky, white mess on Trieze's abdomen. He smallest man lifted his fingers and both of the bigger man watched as he sucked come off his fingers slowly and delicatly, eyes sparkling faintly. They both moaned and lay back. Quatre's laugh tinkled.

"Don't worry, I'm as exaughsted as you."

The two slowly and almost falling down, rose, as Quatre bounced too his feet, then swayed and was caught in Trieze's arms and held upright.

"Whee..... The room is a merry-go-round...."

"Lets try not to die before we find a place to sleep."

Trieze suggested. Heero grunted and they ascended the stairs in a cluster, and found a room. Quatre found some towels and they all cleaned up, then fell into the bed, yanking bed clothes over themselves. Trieze sighed.

"This is going to be a very interesting affair...... "

"Can I tie you both up again tomorrow?"

Trieze gawked.

"Do you EVER run out of energy?!"

Quatre smiled and pressed himself against Trieze's thigh. He was already up again. Trieze's eyes widened.

"Ping."

Heero muttered. Quatre cracked up. Trieze just stared. Oh, interesting in DEED!!!

~OWARI~

Ne, ne, you like?! DOM!Quatre! Yosh!!!! *bounces* I wrote this off the top of my head in six months! I had to find the right inspiration for this thing! Its done!!!! *passes into obliviousness from lack of sleep* *wakes* Rakkan! I forgot about her! Her name is a word in my Japanese Dictionary!

Rakkan - Optimisim

There! *passes out again*

K. C. *muah!* =^.^= *Mew!*