Pairing: 4+2, 2+4
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Disclaimers: The characters within all belong to their owners and not
me. I am only borrowing them and will return them immediately after their
WARNINGS: Not a lemon. Sorry, I know I promised one but this isn't it.
This is another travel-fic, that I am writing in my car as I am on the
road. (No, I am not driving.<g>) So any errors you see are probably
bumps in the road. Lemons soon, I promise. ;)
Authors note: This is NOT a sequel to my previous 'Interlude' story. I'm
just using the phrase 'Interlude' for my short travel-fics. <g>
Degrees of Maybe
"Did you love him?"
Quatre watched with some interest as Duo choked on the mouthful of beer
he'd just taken. Snuggling deeper into his blanket, he waited patiently
for the other pilot to catch his breath. The bonfire that Duo had started
hours ago had finally started to die down from the blazing inferno into
something that was more comfortable, creating shadows that writhed around
the small clearing they were camping in.
They had been out here for hours, in the middle of a wooded nowhere, huddled
in the shadows of their Gundams while the two of them threw a wake for
Heero Yuy, at Duo's insistence. Quatre didn't have the heart to point
out to Duo that this was the fourth wake that they had held for the Wing
pilot and chances were that Heero had survived this self- destruct as
well. There was always a chance that Heero had finally managed to do it.
Still, they had done this so many times, Trowa and Wufei with them sometimes,
that Duo had started carrying a 6-pack with him, just in case.
Still coughing, Duo looked at him and finally managed to wheeze out, "What
did you say?"
"I asked if you loved him," Quatre said, fidgeting with his
barely touched bottle. He was being a little rude asking such a personal
question, he knew, but he might never have the opportunity to ask again
and, well...this had less to do with Duo and Heero than it did with his
own confused emotions but one had to start somewhere.
Duo held up his own bottle and squinted at it. "Three bottles isn't enough
to start having hallucinations," he muttered, and he raised it to his
nose, sniffing suspiciously before shrugging and taking another deep swallow.
Sighing deeply, he said clearly, "Did I love him? No, I didn't." Duo snorted
and shook his head, a grin curving his lips. "Love him? That guy? Hell,
no. He was an anti-social suicidal weirdo. I don't even think he was really
human. I respected him as a pilot and he was a hell of a soldier, but
Feeling strangely disappointed, Quatre nodded a little and turned back
to the fire, not questioning the other boy. Duo was a little on the insane
side but he never lied. At least he hadn't gotten angry.
They were both silent for a long while, watching the dancing orange flames
and lost in their own thoughts. Quatre was nearly nodding off when the
longhaired pilot spoke again, his words jerking Quatre back into awareness.
"But I could have, you know?" Duo said softly, almost inaudibly,
still staring at the fire. "Maybe." He sighed and leaned back,
looking up at the stars with the bottle in his hands dangling precariously
from his fingertips.
"You could have loved him?" Quatre repeated quietly, watching
"Yeah," Duo replied slowly and he smiled a little. "Yeah,
I think so. He snorted. "If he'd have let me. Or if we'd had more
"If he'd opened up a little." Duo slanted Quatre an odd look
but the blond was looking at the fire again, studiously avoiding his shrewd
"Yeah," Duo said finally. "If he'd have just listened to
"Talked to me."
"Just let me..."
"Maybe I could have..."
They fell silent, the fire crackling between them and the chirp of crickets
filling in the quiet. Quatre tilted his bottle up and finished the last
swallow of his beer, wrinkling his nose at the taste. He'd never liked
it much but Duo had insisted. Wrapping up tightly in his blanket, he rolled
onto his side and closed his eyes, trying to sleep despite the nagging
ache in his heart. He'd gotten an answer to his question but somehow now
he felt worse, even more alone knowing that Duo was.
Shifting up on his elbow, Quatre turned back to Duo with a mental sigh.
He should have known better than to think he could go to sleep so early.
He started to ask Duo what he wanted and abruptly found himself caught
in a gentle embrace, the words dying before they were spoken as warm lips
covered his own and for a moment he was too stunned to respond.
Hesitantly, he opened his mouth to the gentle, persistent caress and Duo
took advantage of it, his tongue delving inside to tease at Quatre's.
Closing his eyes, the blond concentrated on the feeling, the light velvet
stroke of Duo's tongue against his own, a tender beer- flavored kiss like
nothing he'd ever felt before or had expected to feel, at least not with
Pulling away, Duo pressed one last sweet kiss on the tip of Quatre's nose
before he pulled away, his blue eyes darkened by the shadows and revealing
Quatre swallowed hard, his mouth working silently for a moment before
a single word escaped, more like a squeak, "Duo?"
The other pilot said nothing, ignoring the soft question as he drank down
the last of his beer in one swallow before calmly setting the bottle aside.
Snagging his own blanket, Duo wrapped himself up and settled down next
to the fire, eyes closed.
Wrapping his arms around his legs, Quatre rested his chin on his knees,
even more confused than he had been at the beginning of the evening. His
thoughts chased themselves in circles as his body finally gave in to exhaustion
and alcohol. He was nearly asleep, lulled by the warmth of the fire and
the soft chirp of crickets when Duo spoke again, the barest hint of a
laugh in his voice as Quatre blinked awake.
"Well, Heero Yuy can't be the only maybe in the galaxy."
Tilting his head, Quatre studied the boy lying next to him, Duo Maxwell,
Gundam pilot and one of the most feared terrorists in the war was nothing
more than a still form huddled underneath a blanket, his long braid of
hair trailing out like some kind of bizarre tail.
Smiling suddenly, Quatre shook his head before crawling over to Duo. He
tugged lightly on the blanket and Duo opened his eyes, gave him a quizzical
look and a grin, lifting the blanket and allowing Quatre underneath.
Snuggling close to warm body next to his own, Quatre whispered, softly
against Duo's ear, "No, I suppose he can't." And he caught the
American's lips with his own, a tender kiss that flirted with being more,
The silence of the night seeped back in, broken only occasionally by delighted
laughter and perhaps more as the woods sole human occupants discovered
each other, and the different nuances of maybe.
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