Disclaimer: Duo and Heero and the rest of the GW gang aren't mine. This
story is. Nuff said.
See Part 1 for warnings
************ Time passing or scene change
*~*~*~*~*~* Major POV shift
Marriage + Chapter 2
"Thank you, Rashid,"
"You're welcome, Master Heero," the Maguanac answered, closing
the door on his way out.
Heero flopped into a chair and sighed with satisfaction. It was such a
relief to be away from Relena. Without Zechs there to bail him out when
she got too clingy or aggressive, it was becoming increasingly difficult
to deal with her obsession. If it weren't for the fact that labour laws
guaranteed vacation time, he was sure Relena would have found a way to
pressure Une into cancelling his, particularly since he was meeting up
with the other ex-pilots for the full month he had booked off. Wufei was
due to arrive on L4 later that week, and the other three were all working
at WEI today, finishing off a few last-minute problems in order to free
up the rest of the month.
He and Wufei were the only two full-time Preventers. Winner Enterprises
Inc. kept Quatre busy most of the time, with Une only occasionally calling
him for duty when his business knowledge or skill as a tactician was needed.
Trowa headed WEI's security force - their problems with corporate espionage
had virtually disappeared since he took over, and, like Quatre, Une very
rarely called him in as a Preventer. Since moving here from L2 a year
and a half ago, Duo split his time between providing specialized training
for Preventer agents - Une had yet to find anyone who could out-stealth
or out-trick Shinigami - and working in the WEI "idea" labs,
dreaming up everything from better blasting compounds for WEI's mining
subsidiaries to a new and improved auto-pilot system for use on WEI shuttles.
Given a real choice in the matter, Heero would like to join the three
of them at WEI, either working in the programming section of the "idea"
labs or on the computer end of security. As long as Une was forced to
keep him assigned to Relena, however, that was impossible, since heading
her security force was a round-the-clock, 7-day-a-week job. And the Preventers
were needed. There was no way that he would ask Une to put Relena's budget-cut
threats to the test just to get him away from her.
'Worst case scenario means only three more years of "parole"
in the Preventers. Surely I can survive three more years of Relena...
But I hope this plan works so I don't have to!'
Jumping up from his chair, Heero rummaged through his luggage for the
outfit he intended to be wearing when Duo got back from work. 'Tight,
skimpy bathing suit - check. Indecently tight, ripped-up, faded, over-priced
button-fly jean shorts - check. Suntan oil - check.' Laying the clothing
across the foot of the bed, he thought, 'Now if Rashid sends Quatre up
as soon as he gets home, all I have to do is get his cooperation and Mission:
Marriage will be underway. Urgh, I think I might have read too many of
those romance novels - that sounds suspiciously like the title of one
Quatre reached over and pushed Trowa's jaw closed. "It's not polite
to ogle other men in front of your lover," he mock-scolded. 'Not
that I can blame him, I'd be gaping myself if I hadn't seen him getting
ready upstairs... And with his back to us and him towelling off his hair
like that - and no one else knowing he's arrived - I'm the only one who
realizes that gorgeous body at the poolside is Heero Yuy.'
Peeking out of the corner of his eye, he saw Duo's casual glance turn
to one of definite interest. The braided teen ran a very appreciative
eye over a golden, well-muscled back, lingering over the taut, well-defined
buttocks that were clearly outlined by the tight, skimpy suit. Quatre
fought to contain a snicker as Duo moved his towel from over his shoulder
to hang over his arm and down in front of him as his swimsuit-clad body
reacted to the sight in front of him. 'He's in for a shock right about...'
"Who's the hunk?" Duo whispered, poking Quatre in the ribs urgently,
just as "the hunk" started to turn around. Checking that attractive
body out from the ground up as it turned, Duo turned an amazing shade
of lobster red as he reached face level and met the brilliant blue, slightly
amused, eyes of his best friend. "Quat, I forgot my sunscreen, help
me find some," he said loudly, dragging Quatre back into the mansion.
By the time Duo finally released him inside one of the bedrooms with the
door shut and locked, Quatre was laughing so hard he could barely stand
up. Duo demanded, "Why the hell didn't you warn me it was Heero?
Gods, I can't believe I just ogled my best friend." Quatre just laughed
harder as Duo paced up and down the room, arms waving wildly, ranting
about how totally inappropriate his looking at Heero like that was, how
mortified he was at being caught doing it, and how Heero was probably
going to finally make good on all those "omae o korosus" when
he got his hands on him.
'If he has his way, yes, he will be giving you a "little death"
in future,' the Arabian thought, snickering again at the thought. "Duo,
are you more upset at having ogled Heero or at being caught doing it?"
he asked, interrupting the American's rant as he started repeating himself.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Duo demanded, planting
his hands on his hips and glaring.
"Oh, nothing, nothing at all," Quatre answered, fetching a bottle
of sunscreen from the bathroom and tossing it to his friend.
Duo looked from Quatre to the bottle and back inquiringly.
"Your, ah," Quatre snickered again, "cover story
for your escape, remember?"
"Oh." Turning an interesting shade of red again, Duo collapsed
on the bed, wailing, "Oh gods, I can't go back out there! Tell them
- tell them I have sunstroke or something!"
"Duo, you were outside for all of two minutes, if that, and this
is a colony! You can't have sunstroke! Come on now, let's go. You're going
to have to face him sooner or later, might as well get it over with."
"No, I'm not going back out there," Duo refused stubbornly,
grabbing hold of the bedpost as Quatre tried to drag him to his feet.
"Duo, don't be an idiot! You can't hide in your room all month!"
Just then there was a knock at the door. "Duo, I know you're in there.
"Oh fuck, Heero." Turning pale, Duo clutched at Quatre pleadingly,
"Please, Q! Tell him I got called back to work, hell, tell him I
died of embarrassment, just please, please, don't let him in!"
"Too late," a voice came from the now-open door. Heero slipped
his lockpick back into its place inside the waistband of his hip-hugging
'Fuck, why did I ever get him in the habit of carrying a lockpick at all
times?' Involuntarily, Duo's eyes followed the lockpick as it was tucked
inside the waistband of those low-slung, very tight shorts - those shorts
with rips in very interesting places... 'Mmm, but I like where
he's keeping it... Damn it, Maxwell, stop that! He's your best friend,
Taking advantage of Duo's momentary distraction, Quatre slid out of his
grasp and ducked out the door past Heero. "I'll be out at the pool
with Trowa. Join us once you've got him calmed down," he told Heero.
As Quatre vanished down the hall, Duo peeked nervously at Heero from under
his bangs. "Uh, sorry, please don't kill me?" he offered tentatively.
"Baka. Stand up."
Reluctantly, Duo slid off the bed and stood, still not meeting Heero's
Confused, Duo did as he was told. A sharp "Keep turning" prevented
him from stopping with his back to Heero. As he turned to face Heero again,
he saw his friend sweeping his eyes up over him in an exact duplicate
of what he had done to Heero only a few minutes earlier. As Heero's eyes
met his, Duo caught a brief flash of something almost - hungry? predatory?
- on his face before it was replaced by a mischievous smirk.
"There, now we're even." Heero's smirk went from mischievous
to smug as Duo flushed and sputtered helplessly, unable to come up with
a response to that comment. "Now come on, I bet Trowa dinner
out tomorrow that we could beat him and Quatre in a game of two-on-two
Still dumbfounded, Duo followed his best friend out of the room, relieved
that Heero wasn't mad at him but... 'What the hell was that?! Heero's
straight! Isn't he?'
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