Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate Kisses ❯ Guilt, Regret, Forgivness ( Chapter 8 )

Author: Hiriyou

Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boys *cheering from characters of GW* SHUT THE F*CK UP! *everyone but hiriyou sweatdrops*

Warnings: AU, lemony goodness, sap, language, OOC, relena-bashing, hilde-bashing, OC, masturbation, and angst, angst, angst!!

Pairings: 3x4x3, 1X2+1X1, 13X1, 13X6, 6X3 o.O!!

Wufei: *still running around void with thoughts of vengeful Hiriyou disemboweling him* THE CRAZED BITCH IS AFTER ME! HELP NAAATTTTTAAAAAKKKKKUUUUUU!

Heero: -_-; shouldn't we tell him Hiriyou's not mad anymore?

Trowa, Quatre, and Hiriyou: .......*thinks*....... No!

Heero: *glares* Hn.

Duo: *sticks disheveled head out of bedroom* Heero! Get back in here!

Heero: *glare dissolves* Baka, I'm coming.

Duo: *grins* Not without me you aren't!

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*** POV change ***

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//thoughts//

Guilt, Regret, Forgiveness

Puffs of steam billowed out in the chilly air. It was still winter, but while spring was fast approaching, the windy air stayed.

So the petite man didn't mind, in fact, he enjoyed. Enjoyed watching his breath become fluffy lilliputian clouds whilst snuggling back into the protective arms surrounding him.

"Little One?" came the soft tenor voice he loved so much, he smiled at the pet name.

"Hai?"

"What are you thinking about?" for someone who rarely talked, Trowa always wanted to know his thoughts, and usually found them genuinely interesting.

"Oh... nothing... Just watching the mini clouds."

"Mini clouds?" he raised an eyebrow at his lover, sometimes he could think up some very quirky things.

The blonde head nodded slightly, making very sure not to dislodge any body part out of place.[1] "Yeah, mini clouds," he exhaled again, allowing the tall Latin to see.

Emerald eyes shone with love and amusement, very quirky indeed, "I see..." The man in his arms became still and heavier than before, his breathing became deeper and more regular. Looking down at the small figure within his embrace, his heart softened a little more.

"Little One..." he shook his head slightly at the beautiful man below him, carefully he bent forward in order to take his long legs out from under both of them and carried his sleeping love to the car waiting for them outside of Alki.[2]

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"So why not just tell him exactly how you feel?" polite, gentle, but stern, same Quatre.

"I have. But I want to tell him what he *makes* me feel..." he sighed and his eyes took on the dreamy look, spacing out in the blonde CEO's office just thinking about the braided siren.

The younger man cracked one of his damned annoying little secretive smiles, "Then just tell him."

"How many times do I have to tell you I *can't*! I can't seem to get it through to him just how he makes my world spin," Heero was going off on his own tangent, Quatre let him, "How, when I look in his eyes, I can only see the future I want to have with him. The stars that someone had to have stolen and placed in those magnificent amethyst orbs.

"Or the way his smile shines up my soul, makes it clean for the insignificant amount of time he graces me with it.

"How I fall in love with him anew every time I see him, hear him, smell him, taste him, every little thing he does reminds me of every little reason I've come to love him.

"I can't ever possibly explain that his scent is always in my nose, I breathe *him* instead of air, how I'll always remember the way he tastes. It's like eating a star you know?" the blue-eyed man sighed again.

"Then why not tell him exactly what you just said to me?" Quatre received a dark glare in return for his amused commentary.

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"How much do you love Quatre, Trowa?" curious because Trowa rarely talked of his taboo relationship with their head boss, and because of his new thoughts towards his own love life.

The Latin blinked in blatant surprise on his normally expressionless face, "Well..." how could he answer that type of question? "I suppose that I can't answer that truthfully Duo."

Said baka looked at him with an incredulous countenance upon his own heart shaped face, "Nani?!"

Trowa scowled at him, "I'm not saying that I don't love him! I'm saying that I really can't express in mere words what it is I feel for him."

Astonishment was quickly replaced with his mouth forming a perfect `o' with acceptance of the vague answer that he hadn't been hoping for.

"Why do you ask?"

Black shoulders shrugged in mock casualness, "No reason... Just thinking..."

Quatre must have been rubbing off on the lanky man because a knowing smile flitted quickly across his features at the undercurrent hidden in the words, "Would this thinking have anything to do with a beautiful Japanese executive that you've been seeing for a while now?"

Duo shifted, slightly uncomfortable at being found out, "So what if it does?" he tried to force himself to sound affronted, he just sounded annoyed.

Exasperation overtook him and he sighed, "Do you want to talk about it?" usually the bouncing bundle yakked his ear off, Trowa really didn't mind, but when he was quiet and baulking it was perplexing.

Pale hands fiddled around with the tail of his braid as he kept his eyes downcast and muttered, "It's just that I know that I love Heero. I've known that ever since he kissed me in the parking lot... It's just that.... well..."

"Well what?" Duo may have been the closest thing he had to a best friend aside from his lover but he could be so exhausting at times!

"I don't know how to let Heero know that I want to move to the next level..." the braided man pouted at his own cowardice, but he really didn't want to push Heero too fast and accidently force him away.

They'd been having a wonderful time together, and his boyfriend was the sweetest guy in the world; Bringing him a rose every now and then-just for the hell of it-, telling him how beautiful he was, holding him and kissing him, and everything else, but he wanted some action dammit!

Heero was damn hot and every time they got intimate it just broke off, yes he may have unspokenly agreed to it as well but all of it was so frustrating! They lived together and they still had yet to have any form of sexual experience together! Why couldn't they move on?!

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Jade eyes blinked... and blinked again... next level? "What do you mean by the next level?" schooled calm kept the confusion out of his voice, but it shined in his eyes.

His energetic friend looked at him in disbelief, "Hello! I mean the `next level'... you know? *Sex*?!"

Schooled calm forgotten for a second, his eyes widened fractionally, "You mean you haven't had sex yet?"

Duo scowled at him darkly, "What? So we're taking things slow, okay?!" his expression conveyed genuine hurt, the green eyes softened in sympathy.

"I'm sorry Duo, it just kind of took me by surprise. I mean, you *are* living together and all..."

That caused him to throw up his arms in frustration, "You think I don't know that?! It's been driving me crazy!"

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Heavy footsteps resounded in the large office as the executive paced, gnawing on his lip in concentration.

"Heero!" he looked up sharply at his friend, "Will you *please* sit down? You're giving me a headache," as if to emphasize his statement, a pounding in his head caused Quatre to gulp down a couple of Advil.

//It would be better to come clean and tell Quatre.// "Quatre, there's another reason I want Duo to know how I feel about him, but I think that if I tell him he'll think I'm just saying it with nothing real behind it," his eyes lost the icy glare, became slightly more vulnerable, it was the most depressed his best friend had ever seen him.

"And what reason might that be," Quatre had an idea, and he was already forming a response in his head.

The Asian man sighed, "I want to take our relationship to the next step. I... I want... I want to be intimate with Duo," the thoughts of it all brought a smile to his lips.

Teal eyes lit up with amusement as his suspicion was confirmed, "Well Heero, why not just talk with him about it? I can understand how you're worried about Duo taking your feelings as just excuses but I'm sure that he's sensible enough to realize that, that's just not you!" Quatre grinned for a moment, "Plus, from the way you've describe your actions towards each others, it would appear that Duo wants this just as much as you do."

Tight lips relaxed slightly and allowed a small, rueful grin, "I don't think *sensible* is the right word to describe Duo..."

Quatre was slightly confused at the change of subject but ran with it, "Then what is?"

Heero seemed to cogitate the answer for a moment, "Either of two words would work..."

"Yes?" the Arabian pressed on.

A smile and deep blue eyes filled with love, "One would be *perfect*."

His heart melted at the statement, he would have never pegged Heero to be such a romantic! "And the other?"

Cobalt that had suddenly become riant locked on his form, "Insane."

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If he was a expressive man, Heero Yuy would have been hip-scotching down to the parking garage, perhaps whistling and hugging people he knew. Heero Yuy was not a very expressive man though, so he smiled slightly and let the thoughts of making love to Duo at last float around inside his head.

Riding home became more bothersome in the sense that his pants had surreptitiously become much too tight, his vision had blurred to the point where he'd almost run off the road twice, and air came to him in harsh pants.

Deciding that it wouldn't be good manners to come in and talk to Duo about taking the next step with an erection to prove his point,-maybe Duo still wanted to wait?-he decided to relieve the problem somewhere besides his car.

An ancient rustic gasoline station became the place of choice, in his sane state of mind he probably wouldn't have chosen it, but he wasn't in his sane state of mind and chose the first place he saw. Rushing in he took enough time to grasp the handle-knob instead of merely ripping the debilitated door off it's oxygenated hinges.

He drew in a shaky breath, grappling the crumbling tiled walls, eyelids drooping heavily against the cobalt depths hazed over with lust. Trembling hands pulled off layers of debris from the walls as he reached forward to undo the belt-buckle for his pants. Erection free of the confines with only scratchy boxers preventing total freedom, the aroused Japanese man swiftly wriggled out of the business suit pants, shaking his underwear down at the same time.

His weeping member stood straight and proud and his sweat-slicked hand seized himself. A grasp of pure pleasure escaped his opened mouth. Movement of his fingers flexing along the length, up and down repeatedly, caused raucous moans to come bubbling forth. Images came to his mind //Duo...// his fogged brain provided. Depictions of his boyfriend in various poses: spread open and waiting for him, on his knees ready to serve, all fours, braced against a wall... the possibilities coming to his imaginative brain seemed endless. Also, he thought about various things they could try... bondage, foods, role-playing... //Oh GOD!// his last thought brought to psyche a very detailed picture of the purple-eyed vixen in a revealing french maid's outfit. Although his imagination in vision served him well, thinking about the sounds Duo would make during sex drove him over the edge.

"Nnnnnhhhh!! Duo!" the white of his eyes became visible as he spilled himself all over his hand and stomach.

As his breathing softened he chanced a glance down at the mess on his once-pristine business suit. He scrunched up his nose in distaste at the thought of trying to talk to Duo while he looked like this. The towel dispenser held a few moldy tatters that he took and did his best to clean up the mess... Again, only making the situation at hand look worse than it could've been, had he left it alone.

//Damn.// he frowned in contempt at the disgusting mess on his clothes. His only option was to stuff himself in his pants, make it home quickly and steal himself into a change of clothes before Duo could notice his dismay.

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A blood red Ferrari drove along a maze of streets and homes, the windows were tinted, but still the occupants of the car wore darkly shaded sunglasses. Two men sat in the auto, one driving, looking for the address matching the one scribbled hastily down on a scrap of paper. The passenger seemed nervous, continuously asking if they had made it finally.

The car slowed to a stop in front on a conspicuous black house with light shrubbery and grasses. Perfect teeth showed in the evil grin of the driver, "We're here."

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Heero drove up to the house him and Duo shared. In truth, the house was owned by Duo, but Duo seemed to be dropping none-too-subtle hints ("Ne Hee-chan, do you like my house?" "Man, if it weren't for you living here, this place would be too big for just me!") that if their relationship got any more serious, he would gladly sign Heero in as a co-owner. But he didn't really mind that the house and most of the furniture belonged to the violet-eyed man. The Japanese man had always lived sparsely, the only unpractical thing in his house was a piece of art that he had found one day and brought home.

The painting was an oil piece, black background with an opaque wall of feathers overlaid with a couple drops of blood, the only real color. It had no painter's name or even title. For some strange reason it twinged a feeling somewhere deep inside him and he could never bear to get rid of it. Duo had loved the painting from the start, in fact, embarrassedly, Heero remembered getting slightly jealous at the amount of attention his long haired love had spent on it.

//What the?....// A brand new Ferrari was parked outside of the conspicuous black house. The car itself was nothing special, Quatre had a whole line up of expensive cars; Mercedes, BMW, Pontiac, and others. It wasn't the car that drove Heero's attention to try his memories, it was the color. Red cars were common, but not the deep, blood red this car was... //Treize!// dammit that name was coming up way too often these days for his tastes. Heero didn't know what the hell somebody with a blood red Ferrari was doing in front of his house, but he was about to find out.

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"Fuck off," the words were forced out of that luscious mouth with the bottom lip split. He could see why his ex-boyfriend would go for a beauty like him.

Long chestnut silk, deep opalescent amethyst eyes, and a body that could rival any. No doubt, this little piece of ass would've been good if it weren't for the mouth on him.

"Bastard! I know what you did to Hee-mmphf! Frumfph! Lumph mmm gonf!"

Treize sighed in satisfaction at the silence, "Thank you, Zechs."

Icy blue eyes simply stared in stony acceptance. He didn't like the way this had been going, the plan had been so simple; Get Heero, get gone. But then this young man had come into the picture and changed a lot of things. His so-called "boyfriend" said it didn't change anything, Zechs knew he was lying. They couldn't just kidnap someone and leave another there, they would either have to take the boy as well or kill him. He shivered, that was a last resort, and something he really didn't want to think about at all, but he knew the European wouldn't bat an eye to the death of the younger man. Another shiver raced up his spine.

His eyes darted to the thudding sound and noticed in shock that the lively man they had found was out cold, with Treize rubbing his sore knuckles. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" he cried hysterically, this was *not* part of the plan!

The cold cornflower blue eyes snapped up from the limp form to form a smile colder than his eyes, "Just a little... insurance." Another sound, this time of a car door slamming, Treize's smile grew larger, showing off many teeth, "And now the real show will begin."

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As the chocolate topped head leaned into the doorway, he noticed how everything was dark. The hallway, the living room, the kitchen, the bedroo.... wait a minute! The bedroom door was closed. Intense eyes narrowed, Duo never closed their door.

Following his instinct of dreadfully wrong, Heero treaded carefully over to the door. Voices? He leaned himself back far enough to see into the crack between the door and the wall.

"TREIZE?!" he had screeched, and so as the result, both Treize, Zechs, and Duo turned their heads to look at him.

The violet-eyed man attempted to yell at his boyfriend, but it only came out a muffled jumble of sounds. As his efforts to dislodge the gag in his mouth improved, he was backhanded by Treize.

"Bastard!" Heero launched himself at the former, "Don't you dare touch him!" they knocked to the ground in flailing limbs, both trying desperately to fend off the barrage of attacks while still punching the other continuously.

Finally the much broader man was able to throw his ex-lover off of him and stood up with as much dignity as he could muster. "Zechs," his growl belied his anger, "Go outside and make sure no one *interrupts* us..."

The blonde head nodded accession and left the room. But he couldn't help the growing pit of dread bubbling in his gut. He *so* did not like the looks of this.

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Trowa hummed a soft tune as he walked down the avenue. Hands stuffed in his pockets, his face was expressionless, but inside he singed with contentment. He loved a man that loved him, held a great job, had caring friends, nothing could bother him today.

//Hope Duo's home. Knowing him though, he could be at that one bar he loves so much. Greasy something or other....//

Black brilliance came into view and the Latin knew he was almost there. The sun was bright for the time of day so he didn't see the other brilliant shine rising from the voluminous blonde hair.

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"Trowa....." could it really be? I thought he'd left for good... //Was this place where he came? Why was he coming here? Did he know Heero or Duo?// That last thought made fear catch in Zechs' throat... if he did... Treize would... //NO!//

He maneuvered his entire body into a defensive position. There was no way he would let the beauty that left him get hurt. It may have been years ago, but the older man still loved the Latin.

"Trowa!"

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Someone called his name sharply, when his eyes fell upon the being that did, the rest of the world faded into black and red. Blonde hair had grown from shoulder blades to waist, the icy eyes were still bright, but the face had leathered, become wearier, not quite harder, just tired.

For a moment, his face showed his shock, then it hardened to disdain.

"Zechs...." the sound was low and dangerous, reminding the speaker of lions ready to pounce.

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The Japanese man prepared to rush and attacker the other when a glint of steel caught his eye and he found himself staring with wide eyes at the knife against his boyfriend's throat.

"Move and I'll slit his throat," Treize spoke as he manipulated Duo's head so that his left forearm was pressed against the neck and the knife against what his forearm wasn't. It would be too easy for the demented European to kill the smaller man if he wanted.

Heero was stopped dead in his tracks, but if looks could kill, the glare he was sending would have sent Treize half way to China by now.

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//Mmmmm.... he's so hot when he's angry.// he took another look at his chestnut-haired hostage, //And this little thing is delicious in his own way, too.//

Unable to resist, the ice eyes stayed trained on his ex-boyfriend as his tongue swivelled out to lick a path down his captor's cheekbone. The surprised and indignant cries and the taste made him close his eyes for a second. The boy tasted like warmed honey on homemade bread on a Christmas night when it was snowing outside and there was a merry fire roaring in the fireplace.

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One second, that's all he needed. Just a single second of distraction and he would kill the mother fucking son-of-a-bitch who dared to even lay a finger on the man he loved! A pink appendage darted towards a heart-shaped face and he nearly cried out, //No fucking way! If he does what I think he's going to....//

Without finishing his thoughts, the blood in his veins burned holes in him. It seeped out and he was forced to stand stock still and watch the scenario imprint into his mind.

The wounded, muffled cries from the captive man brought him out of his dazed state, //Treize.. that bastard! Wait! His eyes... they're... they're!// lids slid lazily shut over the stony eyes and he savored the boy's taste. That one moment of forgetfulness was all Heero needed.

"ARGH!!!!" he rushed the man, no one, NO ONE touched *his* Duo!

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Emeralds pierced sapphires, accusatorial, and the head they were fit in began to speak again.

"What the *fuck* are you doing here..."

Finally snapping his eyes away, Zechs averted them to a safer place, his shoes, "I'm not here because of you," he was muttering, he was pathetic! But as he looked up, it was Trowa who was surprised.

"Huh?" he voiced confusion, uncaring that his mask had slipped.

The blonde felt a little more confident, "Oh, how narcissistic of you," no muttering now, he was sneering, "Did you really think I could possibly want filth like you, back?"

How was it, that with just two sentences out of that evil mouth, all of his confidence and security could crumble into invisible dust? The eyes were no longer sapphires of apology, they were stones of cold, hard, ice. Trowa did the only thing he could do that he thought could work.

He ran.

He ran, and ran, and ran. He didn't stop running until he tripped over a small child's toy he had been negligent to leave unnoticed. And as the solid concrete met him enthusiastically, he could feel the rips in his jeans and sweater. But that was dim, what he could really feel was the pain and betrayal, and hatred, in his heart.

The pain and betrayal came from the thoughts that flooded his mind at the sight and sound of his old lover. But the hatred, oh the hatred, that came because he-even if it were just a second, it still came-had *wanted* Zechs to tell he had come back for him. To take him in his arms and tell him that everything was a mistake, Otto and Alex and Mueller, they were all mistakes. Tears began to slip down the sides of his face and offer themselves to the thirsty ground.

Quatre! Oh GOD! His sweet, loving, adorable, innocent, little Quatre! No... that wasn't right.... he didn't have the right to call Quatre his after that wanting for Zechs to take him back. He didn't deserve Quatre at all. But he couldn't reverse what he'd done, he'd just have to confess it to the one he *truly* loved, and hope that Quatre would just throw him out and not beat him. //Though,// his mind voiced, //you don't even deserve *that* kindness.// And Trowa had to agree with him.

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Blood was splattered on the ground. More was on his clothes. But the bastard was out cold and his boyfriend was safe. Heero didn't care what the hell he may have done to himself or Treize, he just wanted the asshole gone from his life forever and to be able to love Duo.

Absentmindedly, he brushed the back of his left hand across his mouth. It came back bloody. Or maybe it was the blood that had already been on his hand. He didn't care which it was.

Duo's muffled curse hit his ears and he snapped back to reality. //Duo!// The jovial man was still restrained, so Heero undid the knot with steady fingers and removed the gag.

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Broken coughing came as the smaller man tried to find his voice again. Bits of fabric fluff had become lodged in his throat and it itched like hell. He gratefully chugged the entire glass of water that was held out to him by his boyfriend.

"Thanks," he winced at the roughness of his voice. The cords in his throat were raw and it hurt to use them.

A bronze hand was held out for him, awaiting to help him rise. He took it and was pulled gently into the arms of his boyfriend, the American savored the feeling of safety and comfort as long as he could.

Unfortunately, that time was up much too soon for either to be content with. Zechs had heard the noises and came to investigate. He had looked shocked to find his lover unconscious and in a heap of a mess with congealing blood in his hair, nose, and his hands. After the shock though, his face cooled back to a calm indifference with an air of antipathy.

The blonde haired man turned back to the other two; Heero stepped in front of Duo with the threat of murder in his wild eyes. But Zechs beat him to it and raised an open hand, "Don't worry, I care not about you and him. Just, call the police," motioning his head to indicate the man out cold on the floor.

He had expected them to be shocked, surprised, even angry or at least suspicious about his sudden compliancy. But the Japanese man just nodded his head determinedly and went to the phone. His counterpart did look puzzled, so he decided to give him an answer to the unstated question, "I'm tired of running from my problems and responsibilities. It's time to just face the music and hope for the best."

Duo managed to look sympathizing in Zechs' eyes, "We'll tell them it was all him...." But the blonde cut him off quickly.

"Don't. It would be the same as running, and even if I didn't help him, I didn't help you either."

Violet eyes became warmer towards him and the brown head nodded in acceptance.

"Besides, if I give myself up and agree to testify against Treize, I should be able to get a shortened sentence."

Heero had arrived back into the room and immediately slipped a protective arm around his boyfriend's waist, not that said boyfriend minded at all, though.

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He looked down at the man sobbing into his hip and gave a look of pleading to his tall Arabian friend. Nodding in acceptance the larger-than-life manservant left the room.

Once the heavy oak doors were closed, Quatre immediately sank down to his knees and wrapped shaking limbs around his lover.

"Trowa? Trowa what's wrong... Please tell me Trowa!" now the tall man was using his Armani business shirt to soak up his tears, but he didn't care, all he cared about was the fact that he wasn't speaking to him, he was just crying!

"Please Trowa! You're starting to scare me!" there was an audible break in his voice.

Almost instantly the waterworks ended, some sobs escaped and his body convulsed a few times, but for the most part he became silent once more. Now that he was calmer, the blonde man tried again, "Trowa?......"

"I'm sorry Quatre..." a mere whisper, barely heard, "I'm so sorry..... I didn't mean to do this to you," now his eyes were saucers, what had he done?!

He forced his green-eyed love to look him in the eye, "Trowa? What did you do?" his brow knit with concern and anxiousness, he wasn't quite sure he wanted to hear the answer. A new outbreak of bawling erupted and the brown head was on his chest, arms firmly around his torso.

"Zechs........" was all he would murmur before pressing a firm kiss to Quatre's lips. Unfortunately, the poor confused little blonde interpreted the move and words wrongly, and so his eyes warmed.

"Do you want to have sex, Trowa? Is that it," the last was more of a statement, but he suddenly got the feeling it was the wrong thing to say because Trowa pulled back immediately and looked into his eyes, horrified.

When he opened his mouth, it was wide, like he was screaming... but it sounded calm, like his regular voice, only with an undercurrent of astonishment, "Sex? Quatre... I don't deserve anything from you. Much less sex!"

Quatre just looked back at him, perfectly puzzled.

"Don't you know what I did!" Trowa shook him slightly, like trying to knock sense into him.

Now he was just being silly! "Of course I don't know Trowa!" he had snapped, it was just so irritating at times! "You won't tell me," he continued a bit more comfortingly, upon noticing the flinch at his harsh tone.

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The Latin man had calmed and now that his throat was raw, eyes dry, and face cooled, he decided to recount the events that led to unprecedented bawling. A sigh found its way out though, and the air helped to him to collect himself.

"Well, you see Quatre... before I ever lived in Seattle, before I even lived in Western Washington, I was in a relationship with this guy, Zechs. Zechs Marquise. He was promiscuous and wouldn't know monogamy if it bit him on the ass."

He could see his small love stifle a giggle, yes, to him it would be amusing as well, were it not so ugly.

"One night, at this party... he'd been giving signals to some ginger-haired man-whore... I guess it was the final straw... I couldn't take it. Couldn't take *him*, any longer. I told him it was over and I moved. First it was just a bit of hotel-hopping from city to city... Then I found my way into Laurel and I really liked it there. Which is why I rented the apartment and all..."

Quatre knew of his apartment, knew of their disgustingly discolored walls, grimy bathroom, and horrid smell, yeah, the blonde man knew very well of that shit hole. He nodded for him to continue.

"And then I met you..." that sent him into more dry sobs in Quatre's loving arms, "Oh god Quatre! *sob* I don't deserve *hiccup* you! I never did!.. *sob* All this time I *hiccup* tried to convince m-my self of some *sob* happiness..."the lanky man became quiet again, pulling away from the blonde's grasp. When he tried to recapture his lover, Trowa pulled away again and hid his face.

"Oh Trowa.... Trowa no baka!" there was a catch in his own voice as well, he noted, "Why don't you deserve me!" tears were beginning to drip down his face now, "I thought you damned well deserved me, unless...... y-you don't think I'm e-eno-enough for you...." the last bit was so quiet the Latin just barely caught it. But the minute he did he did a three-sixty turnaround and caught his small love.

Reassuring words were muttered long into the night. The resulting was a resounding silence that was both comfortable and fragile enough that when Rashid came in to check on them, it was broken, but not forgotten.

After the tall man's swift departure, they stayed in bed. The smaller man held his lover tightly against his chest, mumbling over and over again his love and other feelings.

In return, the Latin was attentive, and gave a small response every now and then. He had returned to a semblance of his normal self, and so he was acting like it, too.

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The police had come and gone, taking Treize into custody until he could be tried and prosecuted.

Duo breathed a sigh of relief and curled himself into his boyfriend's arms, snaking his own around the other boy's torso.

"I'm glad you're okay," Heero murmured, "I was worried..."

That made him blink a few times.... Well, he knew Heero cared for him, loved him even, no matter all his protests asking how it was possible. But he didn't know that the stoic boy would worry about him as well. The thought made him tingle pleasantly. He felt the strong arms tighten around his form, allowing him to further inhale Eau de Heero.

A strange and musky scent, sweat and patience, mixed with the coppery tinge of blood, still overlaid with a smokey essence. The decreasing softness in his pants and hard body pressed against him reminded Duo of just how sexually deprived they were in this relationship.

"Make love to me... " he was sobbing with need, "please Heero! I need it..."

They kissed again, only this time it was more feverish. Cherry lips began their descendant to a pale column of flesh.

Heero alternately licked, sucked, and bit, causing an orchestra of noises to emit from his soon-to-be lover.

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On the other hand, Duo was loving the delicious torture. He didn't know-or care-where Heero had learned to do the things he did with his tongue, he only knew that he wanted him to continue doing them!

The fabric of his shirt was being tugged and pulled at while the lips stayed firmly attached to his neck, leaving hickeys to be explained about later.

//What's happening to my shirt?// his mind was frazzled. It kept telling him to look down, but he didn't want to. If he looked down, Heero might stop marking his collarbone. Finally though, he did look down.

"Oh god...." deft fingers were unbuttoning his shirt slowly; the image of his boyfriend in mid-kneeling position caused a new wave of raucous moans to rip their way up his throat.

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The Japanese man smiled against the pale skin. He could *really* get used to having Duo for his lover. But for the moment, the damned shirt the braided man had worn was deciding to act stubbornly against him.

As soon as the offending piece of fabric was removed, Duo arched into his touch. The pale dusky nipples were practically begging for some attention, but Heero kept himself in check. That reward for the both of them could come in a little bit. He actually smiled at his own stupid little pun. Duo was wearing off on him, but not in a bad way. His mind seemed to be working subconsciously, because soon enough the dark pants Duo had been wearing earlier sailed across the room in the general direction his shirt had gone to.

//Commando.... nice.....// Now that his American lover was down to the bare, Heero stood back to admire the perfection before him. The pale skin was marked here and there from his love-bites, and he planned to make many more just so that everyone knew who the braided one belonged to.

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A flush began spreading from his cheeks to cover his entire face, he was embarrassed by the way the Asian man was looking at him. But the lust he saw in the gaze only served to turn him on more. Plus the tiny voice of the exhibitionist in him cried out in happiness at the attention.

Soon though, he found himself contemplating the fact that his soon-to-be lover was wearing *way* too many clothes. Only option; solve problem by removing said clothes. Predatory eyes watched his every movement, he put himself into a kneeling position and began work on his boyfriend's clothes.

The first to be removed was the shirt. Pulling it out of it's neatly tucked space in the Japanese man's and with a flick of his wrist it said hello to the lampshade.

Next came away the shoes. Duo didn't really understand why Heero still had them on, but they were a nuisance and the petite man wasn't going to think on them too much, besides they were thunking against the door now.

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Duo was a masochist. Plain and simple. Because there was no way he could stretch these moments out in front of me so torturously without getting some sadistic pleasure from them.

When I saw that he was down to the obstruction-removing of my pants, I let out a long moan. My hand just seemed magnetic to that long rope, tangling in it's softness and reveling in the pulsating feel of his hands delving inside the cloth, gripping the center of me.

Suddenly a moist volcano was wrapped around my cock and I couldn't hold back the scream in my voice. I called his name as a mantra over and over while I quieted down till I was whimpering that same beautiful name.

That tongue should be illegal. Damn if it wasn't the most incredible thing I'd ever felt before, but before I knew it, the edge into sweet abyss was approaching. I resolved myself not to lose it so closely, but I couldn't hold back if he kept doing the waving motion he was doing!

He was going to try and coax it from me, I knew. Also, I knew that it wouldn't take that much longer if I didn't do something about it myself. But I had other plans, plans that were being thwarted at that very moment as the violet-eyed siren with his head in my lap decided to relax his throat....

Duo swallowed the entire length and that was going to be my final undoing. I didn't want to choke him however, so I began pulling at the back of his head, I think he had the wrong idea though, he wouldn't go back. I decided that I needed to vocalize the predicament for him. Too bad my damn vocal cords decided to go on hiatus!

"D-D-DUO!!!" I never had the chance to worn him as he pulled my climax from me before I gave warning.

The little hentai didn't seem to mind though. It was the opposite in fact, he swallowed it all and tried to milk more from my spent cock. He was good at this. That was a fact, but I wanted to be able to show him just how good his partner was as well.

We shared a kiss that seemed like an eternity fit into the time we could go without breathing. His tongue was in my mouth and then he was sucking mine into his. I couldn't let this go on, so I took it over, exploring his mouth, mapping it all like I'd done before. This time my senses were in overload, tasting my seed in his mouth drove me wild. I couldn't get enough, I had to have more, have it all; but I would have nothing if he didn't want to, though I highly doubted that with everything that had just happened.

Our bodies were aligned and his aching erection was being pressed insistently into my the juncture of my hip. I couldn't help but grin, he had tasted me, and now I was going to taste him just like I'd wanted to do for what felt like forever.

My knees bent me down to the ground by themselves, I was on automatic, my mind whirling in thoughts of what I was about to do was too much for me to go very far. But I wanted to revel in this, so I forced my mind back to reality and licked a slow path up the shaft. His moans were like Mozart to me. I loved them and lapped at the tiny slit to see what other noises he might make.

Ever so slowly the swollen red head came to rest in my mouth. His hips were frantically trying to thrust and I used one hand to still them while the other grasped the base of his cock. There was a heady scent I couldn't get enough of, inch by inch I took in all of the length. I could hear him above me, those tapered hands tangling in my hair. Finally my nose was buried in the dark auburn pubes and I inhaled him, I needed to breathe him more than I needed air. Unfortunately, his hands were unrelenting in reminding me he needed my mouth as well.

I tried to suck more and more of him into my mouth, I didn't even stop when I came to the hilt. Duo was enjoying it so I tried a few things to see what pleased him the most.

The experimentation was getting the best of both of us though, and soon I found his heavy sac tightening. A hoarse cry and painful grip on my head were the only two warnings I had before stream after stream of thick and bitter fluid ran down my throat.

Now my cock was a volcano just waiting for some filament to come and set me off. I was glad to be naked because if I had my pants still on, the friction would've made me come instantly.

My legs were ready to collapse from the painful need to release, but I did stand and we used each other for support. Just as I he was gaining his breath my legs became stable again and I couldn't help but initiate at least one more savage kiss.

His soft but firm body gave into submission under the kiss and the only thing I could do was steer us back to the bed about twelve feet off to the right. When we broke for air, his face was flush, the eyes half-opened and pupils dilated to make his eyes appear completely black.

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The cottony sheets were soft as my Japanese bronze-toned god pushed me down onto my bed. I could barely think of anything except my silent recitation. //You're my god, Heero. I love you Heero. You're my god, Heero. I love you.....//

He moved on top of me and I couldn't imagine ever feeling better before in my life. Our heights were off by a small amounts so his erection aligned with mine and the friction was near perfect. I put my hands on his shoulders, being without my voice I had to silently try and make him understand.

It seemed to work because as he came down to kiss me again, something perfect in itself, his right hand drifted down my abdomen, the muscles contracting beneath his touch. The hand went even further past my straining sex and I couldn't help but pull away from our kiss and cry out at such a loss.

My cry turned into a gracious moan, the tapered fingers of that same traitorous hand were circling around my entrance now. I'm in heaven! //Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.//

"I love you Heero Yuy!" I shouted my last thought out loud enough to be heard to the end of the block.

The ministrations stopped and I couldn't believe it, I tried wiggling to get those deliciously long fingers inside me, but Heero wasn't having any of it.

"Do you mean that Duo?" his voice was wavering with undying hope so frail that one wrong word could shatter his very being.

I just smiled serenely-hey! I may be a loudmouth and impatient person, but I'm also a romantic, give me my due credit-and put my arms up around his shoulders. Going slowly to prolong the torture, oh how I loved to see this gruff man squirm...

"Yes. Heero Yuy, I love you," my words were absolute and he knew it. His eyes began to get that misty pre-waterworks look and I was about to think I'd broken the mood.

Then suddenly he plunged down onto my mouth with a kiss that took not only my breath away, but my heart and soul as well. His index finger had pushed itself in harshly during the tongue-wars episode and it hurt a bit. I scrunched my face up in the pain and immediately felt a difference, when I opened my eyes again, Heero's face held a look that showed he was really worried about hurting me. It hurt yeah, but the pleasure of knowing what was to come was immense. So I smiled again and pushed back on the finger a bit to tell him to keep going.

It resumed the pushing and prodding. It's been a long time so I was tight, but it felt good nonetheless. After a while though, it just wasn't enough, I pushed back harder to try and convey because my mouth was occupied on Heero's chest. The finger withdrew and soon a second lubricated friend joined with the first.

Two fingers stretching my sphincter turned into three, and soon they had found my weak spot.

"AH! Heero!!" I stopped torturing his nipples and clung for dear life to his broad shoulders. He kept on stroking that wonderful bundle of nerves until I thought I'd come. I think he sensed it because the next thing I know, his fingers are out and the blunt tip of a hot and heavy cock is pressing in slowly.

It burned a bit, but I didn't care, it was glorious! That thick prick moving up my ass slower than Hilde's brain waves was anguish. Heero was taking forever and I was starting to tear the sheets when my hands moved to the bed again.

The sound of heavy panting made me realize my eyes were scrunched shut and I opened them with force. Heero was above me and inside me all the way now, weighty scrotum resting against my cheeks. His eyes were closed too and I could see the hand with a death grip on my hip.

"Heero," I croaked out, his magnificent blue orbs immediately popped open, "move!" I pulled myself off of his hard member and thrust back to impale myself again.

I don't think I could've been any clearer, so he got the message. As the slick muscle worked it's way in and out slowly a few times, I couldn't take it....

"Heero goddamit!" I seemed to have found my voice again, "If you don't fuck me hard right now, we're through!"

The change was so quick to follow I don't think I even finished the threat before he was gripping my hips tightly and slamming into me. Yeah, this hurt a bit, but I couldn't get over the feeling of having him fuck me into the mattress. My prostate was ruthlessly exploited and I wasn't in even remote pain anymore, my hands were doing their own grappling of the headboad.

It felt like all too soon when that insurmountable peak of pleasure began to become more conquerable. A wonderfully tight hand wrapped around my cock and I couldn't help but start screaming incoherent sounds.

Streams of pre-come began running down, becoming a lubricant for Heero's frantic pulls on my erection. Before I knew it, he was milking my seed from me and I could feel my muscles spasm. His own cum coated my insides and I loved the feeling of the streams splashing thickly on my prostate.

After we both finished with our amazing orgasms, I didn't want him to go but he must have had enough sense to know how much I'd be hurting if he didn't leave me. But we were able to snuggle up in our mutual stickiness and trust me...

I've never felt better in all of my life.

TBC......

[1] You hentais! Not like that! He meant Trowa's arms! ^_~

[2] Alki is a beach in West Seattle, a suburb just off of Downtown Seattle. And for future reference, Duo and Heero live in West Seattle, while Quatre and Trowa live in Queen Anne. Winner Enterprises Inc. is located in Downtown Seattle. I haven't decided where to stick Wuffers.... got all that? Great. Any ideas for Wufei, send em on in!

Lastly; I'm sorry this took so damn long, but it's about twice as big as usual and I even put the long-awaited for 1x2 lemon in! YAY! ^_^ Now I just gotta get started on chapter 9.... o_o...