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 3
After five days of sheer torture,
the former Shinigami was ready to scream with frustration. Sexual frustration.
Having noticed Heero's body once, he now seemed to be finding virtually
every outfit he wore and every move he made provocative. He was forcing
himself to keep his gaze at head-level as much as possible since every
time he let it drift the least bit lower, he seemed to find it lingering
over certain particularly - tempting? - portions of Heero's anatomy. 'Bad
Duo, bad, bad, bad!' he castigated himself, yanking his eyes back
up from Heero's backside as his friend climbed the stairs ahead of him.
'That tight, firm, oh-so-tempting ass... wonder if it's really as firm
as it looks... hmm, wonder if there's something else firm in those sinfully
snug jeans - BAD DUO! Bad, BAD, BAD!'
Stopping on the landing, Heero turned to look back at him. "Did you
say something, Duo?"
'Eep, don't tell me I said that out loud!' Nervously, Duo laughed and
"I thought I heard you mutter something was 'bad'..."
Thinking fast, Duo said, "Oh, just thinkin' it's too bad I could
never talk you into going out clubbing. There's this really great little
place that the three of us sometimes go to - it'd be fun to all go together."
'Nice save, Maxwell.'
"Sure, why not?"
Heero shrugged, "Why not? The first time Zechs and Lu dragged me
out I thought I'd hate it, but I discovered that I actually like dancing."
'Oh shit, Heero Yuy dancing - either I've died and gone to heaven or this
is hell, I'm not quite sure which. Yum, Heero, dancing, alcohol... Fuck,
I'll never survive the night - damn, bad choice of expletive there Maxwell.'
"Uh sure, Heero, I'll just go see if the others wanna go too. Meet
in say, an hour, at the front entrance? We'll take a car and driver so
we can drink if we wanna."
"Okay. In an hour, then."
Watching those firm buns - watching Heero walk down the hall, Duo
groaned softly, "Heero dancing. Smooth move, Maxwell. I am so
Momentarily alone at the table with Quatre, Duo tore his eyes away from
the ('sensually,' his mind interjected) gyrating ('sexy,' his libido added)
body of his ('gorgeous') best friend and whimpered, "Q, just shoot
"Duo, why don't you just tell him?"
"What? Tell him that he's making his best friend incredibly horny
and I wanna fuck him till he screams, then I want him to do the same to
"Err, maybe not in quite those terms," Quatre said, flushing,
"Q, this is HEERO we're talking about here. Mr Heero Straight-as-an-Arrow
Yuy? No fuckin' way," Duo stated, desperately trying to ignore a
certain less-than-rational part of his mind screaming, 'YES! YES, fuckin'
way, ANY fuckin' way he wants!'. Firmly telling his libido to shut the
fu... - err, hell - up, Duo tipped up his fourth beer of the night only
to realize that lowering his inhibitions any further would be a decidedly
BAD idea. "Dammit, I can't even get drunk 'cause I might slip
up!" Slamming the bottle back down on the table in disgust (and ignoring
Quatre's traitorous laughter), he hopped up and stalked back onto the
dance floor, hoping to wear himself out so maybe he'd be tired enough
to sleep dreamlessly tonight.
'WHAT?! But I'm enjoying those dreams!' his libido piped in rebelliously.
"SHUT THE HELL UP! " he snarled, then reddened as the
annoyed looks around him let him know that he'd unintentionally said that
Back at the table, Quatre jumped slightly as long arms slid around him,
then relaxed into their familiar hold.
"Don't you think you're being a little - ahh - unsympathetic - to
Duo?" Trowa asked chidingly.
"No," Quatre replied unrepentantly. "Remember how terribly
amusing he found it before we got together? Me pining around, angsting
away about not wanting to chase off my best friend with my 'inappropriate'
behaviour, and you moping around, angsting away about ‘not having anything
to offer the Winner heir'? And him knowing both sides of the story, but
bound by promises not to tell, so instead he nearly snickered himself
"Hmm, I had almost forgotten about that. You're right. You're definitely
not being unsympathetic, you're giving him exactly as much sympathy as
he deserves. And if he'd just remember what he did then, he'd figure
out that you know more than you're telling now."
Trowa pressed a quick kiss to his lover's lips, then pulled him to his
feet, murmuring, "Dance with me?"
"Anytime, love. Anytime."
The next evening, Wufei having finally arrived to join the group, the
five ex-pilots were all seated around the kitchen table enjoying their
favourite alcoholic beverages and catching up on what they had all been
up to in the six months or so since they had last all been together.
"So, Yuy, how are you holding up now that Merquise and Noin are gone?
Has the Peacecraft onna finally given up or is she as bad as ever?"
Heero groaned and dropped his head to the table momentarily before lifting
it to answer, "Worse than ever. I should have pulled the damn trigger
back during the war. I thought she was going to have a stroke when she
found out that Zechs had finally slipped her leash - unfortunately, she
"How on earth are you going to make it through three more years if
she's getting that bad now?" Trowa asked.
"I don't know if I can," shuddered the ex-Wing pilot.
"Well, what would it take to get her to leave you alone or at least
let Une assign you elsewhere?" Quatre asked.
'Perfect lead-in, Quat, right on cue - thank you!' thought Heero. "Well,
Zechs did have one idea..."
"What?" asked Wufei, neatly falling into the trap.
"Getting married to someone else," he replied.
Wufei choked, narrowly avoiding spitting his drink all over Duo, who was
seated across the table from him. "That seems a bit - drastic - to
me," the Chinese teen spluttered.
"Not necessarily," Quatre answered thoughtfully. "It would
have to be a genuine, legal marriage since Relena would certainly find
out if it wasn't, but... If Heero picked someone who knew why he
was getting married... someone he trusted implicitly... someone he could
count on to do whatever it took to drive her off... I think it might be
a very good idea."
Duo frowned, not liking the idea but not quite sure just why the
idea of Heero getting married disturbed him so much. Sure, he had the
hots for him, but it wasn't like anything would ever come of it anyway,
and it was purely physical after all - right? Right, of course it was.
"Yeah, so just where is Heero going to find this paragon?" he
chipped in derisively before lifting his beer and taking a large swig.
Silence filled the room for a moment, then, just as Duo took another large
swig of his beer, Quatre said innocently, "Why, I think his best
friend should fill the bill perfectly, don't you Heero?"
An instant later, Trowa was pounding on a red-faced Duo's back as he choked
and sputtered and Quatre was hurrying the irate Wufei (dripping beer from
Duo's spit-take) off to clean him up in the bathroom.
'Why yes, Quatre, I think he should fill the bill quite nicely,' Heero
thought, grabbing a handful of napkins and starting to mop up the spilled
beer, carefully avoiding the broken bits of glass. 'I think he should
fill the bill quite nicely indeed.'
Two days later, returning from a day-trip to visit Catherine at the circus,
Duo stole a surreptitious look at Heero as they climbed out of the car.
No one had mentioned the marriage idea again since he had sprayed his
beer all over Wufei that night, but it had never been far from his mind.
It was a crazy idea, but his libido - and something else that he wasn't
willing to put a name to just yet - seemed to think it was a good one
and wouldn't let him forget about it.
'Marriage to Heero? It'd be a toss-up which would happen first - me dying
of sexual frustration or Heero killing me for trying to get him to relieve
said frustration. I'd have to be outta my mind to agree to that.'
Rashid hurried down the steps, looking as agitated as Duo had ever seen
"I'm so sorry, Master Quatre, but she just breezed right in, butler,
companion, and all, and was settled in the room beside Master Yuy's before
the staff could locate me. And I couldn't very well just pick her up and
throw her out..."
"Rashid, calm down. Who just breezed in?" Quatre had
a terrible feeling he knew. This could blow Heero's plans all to smithereens
before he even got them properly underway.
"Miss Peacecraft. And Pargan. And Miss Catalonia. And I just received
a call from Lady Une to inform you that she and Miss Po would be arriving
shortly as well."
Quatre closed his eyes for a moment, feeling a headache coming on. So
much for their peaceful vacation. And for Heero's plans. But Heero was
right - Relena's obsession was getting worse. She had never been
so crass as to show up uninvited at one of his pilot get-togethers before.
Overhearing the conversation, Duo turned to see what Heero's reaction
was to this news. What he saw surprised him. As a familiar, pink-clad
figure came rushing down the stairs, calling Heero's name in a piercing
voice, Heero Yuy, fearless Gundam pilot, turned as white as a sheet. Immediately,
the former Perfect Soldier cast a desperate, pleading look in his direction.
'Aw shit, buddy. How am I supposed to stay rational faced with that?'
Sighing, Duo thought, ‘Okay, it's official. I am now certifiable.' Pasting
a broad grin on his face, he covered the few feet separating himself from
his best friend in a single bound, wrapped his arms around Heero's waist
and said loudly, "Oi, look who's here guys! Isn't this great! 'Lena-babe,
you can be the first to congratulate us! Heero and I are gettin' hitched!"
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