Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Goodbye Yellow Brick Road ❯ Part Twenty-Six ( Chapter 26 )

Part Twenty-Six

Heero helped Duo slide out of his clothing and into the tub before telling him that he would be down in the bar with the others.

Duo smiled and watched him leave, sighing contently as he sunk down into the warm water.

Yes, he had his dreams....

Heero wandered down and ordered a beer nonchalantly. He had acquired a taste for it on the long journey to the Academy. Often times it was the only thing he had to drink. And in a very sick way, it was almost a comfort 'food' to him.

Wufei sat at a table playing cards, Kings, and was losing miserably.

Trowa and Quatre were eating a light meal, talking softly amongst themselves.

Heero decided that the card table would be more interesting and sat behind the other men and gave them tricks to play, frustrating Wufei to no end.

When the next hand came around, Heero was invited to join and flashed his most beautiful smile at Wufei and sat down on the round stool and was dealt the best hand of his life.

Game after game they played and game after game, Heero won. The other men were content because Wufei was still losing much worse than they were.

"What do you think we should do about Heero and Wufei?" Quatre asked gently, looking down into his soup and setting down his spoon.

"They need to work out their problems."

"Who do you believe, though? Heero, Wufei, or Duo? Duo seems mighty defensive of Heero. It would be hard to go against him...."

Trowa nodded. "That's true, but I do feel Wufei is carrying this a little overboard. He doesn't need to be *so* harsh to Heero. Heero is, after all, just trying to do the right thing. Maybe he doesn't deserve all the defense as Duo feels, but neither does Wufei.

"However I think they will work it out, eventually. We can't fight all the time and Heero will realize that. Eventually, so will Wufei. I think what we need to be concerned about now is your country."

Quatre nodded, but still could not finish his soup.

Duo was out of his bath and dry and dressed in a simple night-gown. He realized it would be much too hard for him alone to try and redress himself, and being a little sleepy, decided to go to bed then. Sure, Heero wasn't there yet, but he didn't really have another option. By the time he would've gotten one of the dresses on himself, the sun would've fallen and risen thrice over.

So he lay down and curled up under the sheets, waiting for Heero to join him. '

Meanwhile....

All the heads turned in the bar as a beautiful women descended the stairway, her long blond hair flowing behind her. She had such grace and poise....

Quatre saw Heero give up his card game to talk to her. And he talked to her as if they were best friends.

"Does that seem a little strange to you?" Quatre asked softly and Trowa looked up.

"Huh?"

"Look at Heero."

Trowa watched as they two flirted.

"That Heero's attracted to her?" he asked, confused.

"No, not quite...." Quatre answered. "The fact they talk so friendly...."

"Maybe they know each other," Trowa replied, shrugging.

"You think so?"

Trowa nodded. "Heero's been exposed to a lot more people than we have."

"That is true...." Quatre murmured, but he had a vague premonition that this wasn't all that it seemed.

Suddenly both made their way back up the stairs.

Wufei, losing still, decided to quit and walked over to Quatre and Trowa.

"Heero's found himself a whore," he spoke softly, sitting down across from them.

Neither boy thought of this prospect.

Quatre found it disgusting.

"And that would be his business," Trowa defended. "If he feels he needs that, then that's his own personal decision and I will not hold it against him."

"Of course not, Trowa," Wufei replied acidly. "And if he gets her pregnant, then we will all overlook that because that was what he needed."

Trowa was shocked that he had spoken so bluntly and so harshly to him.

Wufei knew enough of his past to have figured Trowa was a product of prostitution. But he didn't know just how close he hit to home by suggesting it was Heero. For his father was an Artist....

"This isn't your place, Wufei," Quatre shot, holding Trowa's hand protectively.

They had already been through the 'I-don't-deserve-you-because-I'm-a-mistake' discussion several times and if Wufei made Trowa recede back into that part of himself....

Quatre would not be a happy Artist....

"I was just taking the opportunity to show you Heero's flaws," Wufei spoke nonchalantly, standing.

"How about I follow you around and point out all your flaws," Quatre hissed.

"I can't believe you want to be controlled by him! He's not better than you! Don't defend him!" Wufei cried.

"I'm defending him because he's right," Quatre retorted, standing. "When you're right, I'll defend you too."

"When he gets her pregnant we'll see who you're defending."

Wufei stomped away as Quatre reclaimed his seat wearily.

"That wasn't right of him." Quatre grasped Trowa's hand in his own and kissed it. "He shouldn't have said those things."

"But what if...."

"Once more it's none of our business. Heero can deal with it himself. On the rare chance he does get her pregnant, (remember, they might just be acquaintances), he wouldn't bring us into it. Heero's wiser and more responsible than Wufei gives him credit for."

Trowa held Quatre's hand a little tighter.

~~~

Duo wondered when Heero was coming up to bed. He heard Quatre and Trowa enter the other room. Well, he didn't know for sure, but that was his educated guess.

He wanted to hear about Heero's bar experience and have his soft voice lull him to sleep....

It was the one thing he hoped he'd never lose.

Suddenly there was a slam and a low moan of what Duo perceived to be...pleasure.

A thick blush covered his face as he realized why Quatre and Trowa were up in their room so early.

Then he heard a woman's shriek and was perplexed. Either Quatre had a really high voice, or Wufei....

Suddenly it hit him, as he recognized the voice with another low moan, that it wasn't Quatre and Trowa, nor was it Wufei.

It was Heero.

Though he knew it was all dreams and everything, he began to cry.

All the hope he'd built up, the happiness, the love.... It all came crashing to the ground, totally destroying and devastating his fragile heart. It writhed and burned in his own jealous passion and lust....

His shoulders began to shake, violent sobs wracking his thin body.

And Heero wouldn't hold him....

~~~

Heero brushed honey-brown bangs away from Duo's forehead, kissing it softly.

"Oh, my love...." he whispered to the now sleeping form as he sunk further into the sheets and wrapped his arms tight around his waist.

Duo shifted closer into the touch and smiled in his dreams.

"I will never leave you...." Heero whispered, his own smile spreading wide across his face as he nuzzled into Duo's still sweaty neck.

~Til Then~