Title: Everyone's Dream (part 11)
Author: Mair.
Pairings: 1+2+1 (definetly!)
Warnings: AU, shounen- ai, oh my Lord the sap the sap... *shakes her head* Bad grammar.
Feedback: I crave it all...
Disclaimer: I own nothing this is all for fan fiction purposes!!!

Everyone's Dream + Part 11

After a while Quatre noticed that Duo hadn't moved from the speakers. He studied the stunned face of his friend who, apparently, was reeling still from Heero's song introduction. He touched the microphone button at his throat. "Duo?"

Duo didn't move.

Quatre smiled. "Colony control to Duo... "

That got Duo's attention. He still looked stunned but activated the microphone. "What?"

"Well we have a guitar switch coming up for Dorothy and Heero so I just figured I'd remind you so you could get up and be ready."

Duo looked over at Quatre. "Did he really say what I think he said? For his love?"

Quatre tried to smother a laugh. He needed to be diplomatic. "Yes Duo. He did. Do you accept his apology?"

"You mean- he really... " Duo gestured obscurely.

"What, Duo?"

Quatre could see Duo swallow from across stage. "That was his apology to me?"

"Yes... Are you going to accept it?" Quatre asked.

"He loves me?"

"Duo. He said so. What in the name of Heaven did Trowa and Wufei say to you that would let you doubt?"

"They didn't say anything!"

Quatre resisted the urge to want to strangle the pair of them then realized that they didn't know that Duo's suspicions about the night at the club were correct. He looked out at the stage. "Duo, if you accept Heero's apology, I'll tell you about the club. The song's up in thirty seconds so get yourself over here and switch out Heero's guitar if you accept it."

Duo blinked then jumped off of the speaker case. Quatre sighed and went around to the other side of the stage, activating the headset again. "That night at the club Heero ground against you, separated you from the other dancer who decided to kiss your neck and returned the kiss you gave in answer."

Quatre reached the spot where Dorothy's guitars were and picked the next one up. He looked across the stage to see Duo doing the same. He toggled the mike again. "The morning after he woke up when you left. You woke him up out of a nice dream about the two of you. The problem with all of this was his promise to Relena. There he was attracted to you... " He trailed off as the song ended. He hurried forward and passed the guitar to Dorothy with a smile.

Dorothy returned the look with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, handing over the other guitar. She turned around to watch her bandmate switch his guitar out with a self satisfied smirk as she plugged the guitar in.

Both of them watched as Duo gave Heero a small smile. Dorothy executed a run, adjusting her hands to the different style of guitar.

Quatre pressed the microphone again. "And his honor bound emotions had no where to go and no acceptable relief in sight. Your fight with him was probably the best thing you could ever have done. Otherwise all that dirty laundry never would have been aired and the chance would not even be there." He finished.

Heero looked over to stage right and offered the barest hint of a smile to Quatre. He nodded as Relena stepped up to the microphone. The music started again and Duo activated the microphone. "I know you're right Q... Wufei and Trowa said something along those lines back on the shuttle." Quatre watched as a grin spread on his friend's face. "But you know what? He smiled at me when he changed guitars." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Think I should invite him out on a date Q-man? Some place nice and quiet with no distractions where we can talk the night away and get everything straightened out?"

Quatre laughed. "You can't change him from bad habits over night Duo!"

Duo shrugged. "Maybe not, but it could be a whole lot of fun to try!"

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A soft knock sounded on the door of his dressing room. He startled like a nervous cat, then relaxed. "Who is it?"

"It's me."

"Come in. It's open."

The door eased open, letting the noise from back stage drift in. Duo entered, shutting the door behind him. "The others are slipping out in the limo's. They say that the events of the past couple days have made them too exhausted to do anything tonight."

Heero nodded. "So what now?"

Duo flopped down in a chair next to him, flinging a leg over the arm of the chair. "We talk. Heero, I know I can't change you. I know it's going to be tough just quitting drinking to forget and I know you're nervous as hell about getting together with anyone. But I know that I care enough about you to help you out with all of this and teach you about how good life can be." Duo smiled. "Just like I told you in the hotel room."

"Duo-"

"Let me finish Heero" Duo interupted. "The others know that it won't be easy for you to stop drinking cold turkey. That's why they gave you the leeway of drinking with them or not drinking. But I'm not going to let you drink more than three drinks in a sitting. I know you won't even feel 'em but I don't care. I care about you too much to let you go down the tubes."

"Duo... I don't know if I can be the person you want me to be."

Duo stared at Heero, then straightened. "I'm not asking you to change who you are, Heero. I'm asking you to stop with your destructive tendencies." He lowered his head. "Thank you for playing the new song tonight Heero. That song though we wrote together. We can do that again. You don't need any outside help that comes from a bottle, ok?"

Heero slowly shook his head. Angrily Duo stood, catching Heero's face in his hands. He brought Heero's face up to look at him.

"Heero, I heard who you dedicated that song to. I asked Quatre if it was true. He told me about the night in the club." Duo knelt down so they both were eye to eye. "Heero, Quatre, I'm sure, told you how long I've been attracted to you. If he hasn't, lets just say it's been since the first NeoAero album came out." Butterflies swarmed his stomach. "Heero, I've lusted after you for seven years, but in this past two months I've come to love you too. So excuse me if I refuse to give up. Got it?"

Heero stared at him, dumfounded. Slowly one hand raised to cup Duo's cheek. "But the press... "

"Won't know anything unless we do something majorly stupid or tell them."

Heero stared at Duo for the first time Duo was aware. A small smile quirked at the edges of his mouth as his thumb gently caressed his cheek. Slowly, he leaned in and kissed him.

He didn't know who deepened the kiss or when their tongues started to dance in a slippery tango or even when his eyes shut, but he did know that he liked it and didn't want it to end. He felt fingers slide through his hair and nestle at the base of his neck. Fingers toyed with the baby hairs there as the tongue hungrily explored the recesses of his mouth.

The only breather for air came with small light kisses before the seductive dance started anew. (1)

A knock sounded on the door and the two parted most reluctantly.

"Who is it?" Heero asked.

The handle turned and Quatre poked his head in. "It's Quatre." Quatre blinked at the scene in front of him. "I just wanted to let you know we're leaving for the hotel. May I recommend returning to a room to continue?"

Duo blushed and Heero glared at the cheerful figure in the doorway.

"I'm just suggesting that because I don't think you would want to fall asleep here and get locked in. Once the others found you missing they'd call the stadium people and they would have to come down, probably tip off the press accidentally, catch you two in a compromising position... " Quatre continued.

"Out. Now. We'll catch the last limo out. See you at the back door in a few minutes." Heero snapped.

Duo laughed and hugged him. "Heero he has a point, there's no need to yell. I mean-"

Heero cut him off with a kiss. Quatre's eyebrows shot up. The door opened a little more as Trowa looked in to see what was taking so long.

Trowa whistled only to be flicked off in two identical movements from the figures in the room.

Heero broke the kiss and helped Duo to his feet. He grabbed his bag and his acoustic and hoisted them up onto his shoulder. "Now we're ready."

Duo laughed and took the guitar from him and held out his free hand. Heero took it and they walked out the door. Trowa and Quatre closed ranks in back of the two to hide their joined hands.

Duo squeezed Heero's hand as they reached the doorway to the back lot and let go, walking toward the last limo in the line. Outside the gate they could hear the die-hard fans screaming for them. Quatre laughed as the two got into a limo.

"How long do you give them?"

Quatre gave him an odd look as he climbed into the limo. "For what?"

Trowa favored him with a smile, an eyebrow wag and a mimicked kiss.

Quatre's eyes widened. "Oh!" He thought about it. "If it doesn't happen tonight, I'll bet on within the next week."

"What are we betting on?" Wufei asked, climbing in with Trowa and Quatre.

"Heero and Duo."

Wufei nodded. "Three weeks on the outside."

Meiran shook her head. "You're wrong. Three days." The door closed behind her.

"Trowa?"

"I'll keep the bets."(2)

Wufei snorted. "Someone took your bet. How much should we wager?"

"Five credits and the honor of stalling the press to the loser?"

Trowa suggested.

"Sounds fair to me." Meiran said with a smile.

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(1) Yes, I know I didn't identify the "he" in this part. So sue me.
(2) "I'll keep the bets."- anyone wanna place one?

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