Author: Rae
Warning: lemony content, but not fully descriptive.
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x13, Dorothy/Tayles.
Feedback: Much appreciated (in all forms)
Disclaimer: I do hereby formally declare that I own none of the rights to Gundam Wing or it's characters. I simply use them to corrupt the youth of the world. (It amuses me)
Author's Note: Final part, for now. I don't know quite why this took so long to get out. From now on, I'm going to try to have most of my fics complete before I start posting. For the others, I will work on them...when I remember them ^_^

Contact at Pub in a Tub + Part 9

Life was not perfect. For everything good that happened in his life, for every thing he received that he was grateful for, Duo was always very aware that the world was not a perfect place.

No word of living together ever passed between them, but Duo spent so much time at Heero's house that he missed the notice of the impending expiration of his lease, as well as the second and third notices. He was shocked to return home one Friday night to find an eviction notice on his door.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He stared at Treize, his surprise turning to anger when the older man blinked at him.

"Duo, what a nice surprise. To what do I owe this pleasure?" the ginger-haired man asked, smiling in amusement.

In answer, Duo held up the white eight-by-eleven sheet that announced his eviction. "This! Aren't you supposed to give me some kind of warning before you kick me out?"

Treize smiled and took the paper from Duo, turning it around to hold it in front of the other man's face, one manicured finger pointing out the date on the bottom. "It's been on your door for four weeks, Duo. Besides, I don't see what the problem is, since you've been practically living with Heero for a month and a half."

Duo's jaw snapped shut and snatched the paper back. "That's besides the point! You're supposed to be my friend, Treize! Some notice would have been nice! Does Wufei know what you've done?"

Ignoring the last question, Treize answered, "I've called around at Heero's place to talk to you, but no one ever answers the phone. I assumed that you would get my message and get back to me if you still wanted the apartment. That notice and the lease extension forms were only a formality. Just move your stuff to Heero's apartment," he suggested, his tone implying that that would be a natural occurrence.

Duo stared at him for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, right. Easy as pie. I'll just pack my stuff up and ship it to Heero's."

"That's my boy, Duo!" exclaimed Treize as he clapped Duo on the shoulder. "Now, if you don't mind, I have a date."

"Sure, whatever," Duo agreed lifelessly. He backed out of the doorway where he'd taken up residence and let Treize shut the door, leaving Duo alone in the hallway. With tired steps, Duo went upstairs, the notice still clenched in his fist. His key still worked, and he let himself in, shut the door, and then leaned back against it. With a sigh, he realized that he had a lot of work ahead of him. "Well, fuck."


"Hello, lovely," Treize said silkily into the phone. "We have a slight change of plans. Yes, I do know that I promised my sister that we'd come to dinner, but I thought that we could spend an evening talking about…things."

He listened for a moment, and then smirked.

"Yes, I do like being obtuse. Why don't you come down here and see if you can't `wrestle' everything out of me? Hmm? Sounds promising." The person on the other ends spoke something barely audible and Treize sighed. "I promise to keep my hands to myself until after we talk."

A moment later, he had hung up the phone and was unbuttoning his suit, a devilish gleam in his eyes. "My hands I may keep to myself, but that leaves a whole realm of possibilities, lovely."


Heero looked up from the stacks of files loaded on his desk as the phone rang. With a sigh, he stood up to answer it, conceding mentally that Duo was right about getting an extension in his office.

"Heero Yuy," he said into the mouthpiece.

"Hello, Heero," a feminine voice purred across the line. "Don't hang up," Dorothy said quickly, before he could do just that. "I have news that you might like."

"Who have you managed to sucker now, Dorothy?" he asked blandly, looking longingly toward his chair and work. Anything would be better than hearing about Dorothy's latest conquest. "Or does this have to do with your bartender?"

Dorothy laughed, the sound carrying clearly through the lines. "Trust me, if this was about -my- bartender, I wouldn't be sharing it with -you-. No, this is news about someone that we both know, someone you have been closer to than I."

Heero thought about it for a moment, his mind quickly filing through his lists of acquaintances for people they both knew. Then the obvious struck him. "Duo?" He tried to keep his tone even and barely succeeded, though Dorothy didn't seem to notice.

"I'm sure that there's gossip some place about him, but I'm actually referring to -another- of your lovers."

That made it easy. "What is so exciting about Milliardo?"

"You mean you haven't heard?" she asked, knowing very well that he hadn't. "It seems that he and Otto have finally had a falling out. Otto has transferred to another location, leaving poor Mill to suffer through his heartache alone."

"Nice try, Dorothy. What's really going on?" he asked, shaking his head at her teasing.

"That -is- what's really going on. Relena called me tonight. It seems that big brother went to -her- for advice and comfort. She called me as soon as she'd given him a sedative and had Pagan tuck him into bed."

"Why exactly are you calling and telling me this?" Heero asked, feeling curious. Dorothy might have been a gossip queen, but she was also one of the most devious and thorough women he knew. If she was sharing information with him, there was a reason.

"Hm?" she asked distractedly. "Oh. Sorry, Tayles just said something. Um…there was a reason." She sounded very lost as her voice trailed off, and then Heero heard laughing in the background. "Sorry. Just watch out for some changes on the horizon, okay?"

The phone beeped, letting him know that the other line had disconnected, and he put the phone back in its cradle, eying it warily.


"Yes, I do realize that it's short notice, but all my stuff has to be out of the apartment by tomorrow morning, and there's no one else that I can call. Please, Quatre?"

"Duo, you don't have to beg! I was just wondering if you knew what you were getting yourself into by trying to move everything in one day. Trowa and I will be right over."

"Thanks, bud. This means a lot to me."

"It's not a problem, Duo!" Quatre responded brightly. "Are we taking it to Heero's?"

"Um…yeah," Duo said, sounding more certain than he felt. They hung up shortly after that, and Duo looked around, trying to figure out what he needed. With a sigh, he got to work.


Treize opened the door, his eyes hooded and wearing his best come- hither look. Une was unimpressed. "Expecting someone?" she asked with a smile. Her hair was down, instead of in its normal buns, and she was dressed in a soft blue skirt suit.

"Midii?" He cocked his head. "What are you doing here?"

"You cancelled dinner because you weren't feeling well, so I thought I'd come over to make sure that you were okay," she said softly. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, thank you for coming over," he said graciously, not feeling grateful in the least. At that moment, he saw Wufei step out of the stairwell and into sight, and he inwardly cursed his sister's timing.

Wufei stopped behind Midii, his black eyes questioning. Treize smiled and stepped forward, taking his sister's arm. "Midii, here is someone I would like you to meet." He turned her toward Wufei. He had the pleasure of seeing Wufei's eyes widen in surprise. "Chang Wufei, my sister, Midii Une. Une, my lover, Chang Wufei."

"You're Duo's friend, right?" she asked, not bothering with preliminaries. "The boyfriend that he brought to the office party a couple of years ago?"

Risking a glance at Treize, and then meeting her gaze directly, he nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"Hm…" she made a considering sound. "It's nice to know that your taste has gotten better, Wufei." Then she smiled. "Come inside and have dinner with us, Chang." Her smile disappeared and her voice became authoritative. "Now."

Wufei's eyes widened and he was yanked into the apartment by Une. It was looking to be a long evening.


Heero heard someone knock on the door, and he stood up apprehensively. It wasn't Duo, because his lover had a key. The only other people that he could think would visit him were Dorothy or Milliardo, and he didn't really want to see either of them.

With a sigh, he went to answer the door as the person knocked again, this time harder and louder. It almost sounded like the person was kicking the door. He opened it, not bothering with the peephole. Surprisingly, it -was- Duo who grinned at him, his eyes wary and his arms filled with a box. "Hi, Heero. Guess what?"

"What?" Heero asked blandly, looking beyond Duo to see Trowa and Quatre holding a chair, and a line of other people holding boxes and assorted furniture.

"I'm moving in!" Duo said brightly, feeling anything but cheerful. Heero looked back at him blankly, and Duo could feel his friends waiting with baited breath as well. Finally, Heero blinked, after absorbing that statement.

"That's all?" he asked. Heero held the door wider. "I would have come help if you had called me."

Duo sighed at the same time as everyone else, releasing relieved breaths. "Yeah, well. I wanted it to be a surprise." Enough of one that Heero wouldn't have a chance to lock the door when he saw how much stuff Duo had.

"Which it is," Heero agreed, nodding. He took the box from Duo's arms and carried it into the living room. "How much stuff do you have?"

"Um…" Duo thought about it for a moment as everyone started filing into the small apartment and setting down his or her own loads. "About twenty big boxes, a bed, springs, and frame. Three chairs, a hot pink couch, my bean bags-"

"Bean bags?" Heero asked, ignoring the comment about the couch for the time being. Dorothy chose that moment to walk in carrying one, and she tossed it to him.

"Bean bags."

"A dresser, several tables, two nightstands…" Duo sighed. "I had a lot of stuff."

"Evidently," Quatre said dryly, carrying in a box. "I swear, when I rounded up a big group, I never honestly thought there would be this much. His apartment was tiny."

"I'm a pack-rat by nature," Duo admitted sheepishly. He looked at Heero, who had set the box against the wall and was watching the others, shrugging when he was asked where to put something. "Sorry about this. I went back to the apartment to find out that I was evicted."

Heero shrugged, face impassive. "There's room for most of this, and if anything has to go, we can compromise."

Compromise…what a sweet word. "Yes, we can. Though really, I love your furniture and I'd rather use it that some of my beaten up, second-hand stuff. The bean bags stay, though."

At that, Heero smiled, reaching out and wrapping his arm around Duo's waist. "I'll go order something to eat. We should probably feed everyone."

"Hey, can you call Wu and Treize while you're at it? They were supposed to be having a date, but they should be at one of their apartments by now. We can make it a house-warming party."

Heero raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it a little late for that? You do realize that I've been living here for almost a year now, don't you?"

"Ah, but see. Now it's -our- place, and we need a party to celebrate it." He looked up hopefully and Heero smiled back at him, kissing him on the cheek.

"Whatever you say, Duo. Whatever you say."

Duo grinned happily, slipping an arm around Heero's waist and pressing his lips against his lover's. "In that case, I say pizza for everyone, and I need to call a few more people. Let's make this tea party into a real shebang!" he laughed merrily, quickly pulling away before Heero could argue, his enthusiasm spreading throughout the room. Heero watched with a patient look, his lips pressed tight to control the smile that wanted to take over his face.

"He's irresistible, isn't he?" Quatre asked, coming to stand beside the brunette. Heero nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving his lover's form. The blonde smiled, closing his eyes to better feel the emanation of happiness that pervaded the room. "Maybe you should tell him that," he suggested quietly.

"Maybe I should," Heero agreed, his expression not changing as Duo disappeared from the room.


The party, last minute though it was, lasted until well past dawn. Duo kept everyone going with music and chatting, and dancing and eating. If anyone tried to slow down, he would appear at their side and swing them into another round of dancing that would keep them going for another hour at least. Wufei and Treize showed up with Une around midnight, followed by Noin and Relena, though Duo denied calling the last three.

At one o'clock, Hilde and Sally showed up, forgotten by Duo, but invited by Quatre. Milliardo knocked on the door shortly after them, looking for his sister. Duo invited him to join the festivities. Heero started off playing chaperone, but somewhere along the line, Duo had conned him onto the dance floor, and that's where Heero spent the better part of the night, his partners switching at random to keep in dancing.

When dawn came around, Duo and Heero sacrificed their bed to all the ladies that had come over. Somehow, Relena, Dorothy, Tayles, Sally, Hilde, Noin, and Une had all fit onto Heero's bed. No matter how large it was, Duo was still surprised to see them all squeeze in together.

The living room became the crash pad for half of the male guests. Quatre and Trowa had taken two of the beanbags into the corner and were using them and each other as pillows. Milliardo had stretched out on the bed and had refused to be moved.

Wufei and Treize took up residence on the floor of Heero's office. Duo was mildly surprised to see them spooned together, Wufei's arms wrapped rather protectively around his older lover.

When all the guests were asleep, Duo and Heero crept off to the bathroom, the only room left in the apartment with a door and no guests. "Not a bad party, eh?" asked Duo, yawning. He snuggled against Heero happily. "We should do this more often."

"Invite everyone over and stay up until the sun rises?" Heero asked, resting his head on Duo's shoulder and closing his eyes.

"Yup. Don't forget the pizza and the dancing, and we'll call it a party," Duo mumbled, turning his face into the side of Heero's neck, his lips gently caressing the skin beneath one ear.

"That could get expensive if we did it everyone weekend," pointed out Heero, his voice softening. His tongue flickered out and tasted Duo`s collarbone at the neckline of his shirt.

"Yeah, but it's worth it to make me happy, isn't it?" asked Duo teasingly. His voice dropped a few notes, taking on a serious tone. "Admit it already, Yuy."

"Admit what?" Heero asked innocently, his lips curving up into a smile.

"You love me. You let me move in here and you let me take over things and you let me move my stuff in. You love me, don't you?" He sounded sure of himself, more confident in their relationship than he had since it started. "Which is good, cuz I love you too."

"Duo," Heero said his name softly, drawing out the proclamation a moment longer.

Duo was more than willing to play along. "Ne, Heero?"

"Ai shiteru." Heero said, his breath constricting in his chest as he waited for Duo's response.

Duo sighed and murmured happily, "Didn't I just tell -you- that?"

With a small smile, Heero relaxed completely, his eyes closing. "Yes, you did. I just wanted to make sure that I said it."

"Wouldn't matter," Duo said. "You could never have said it and you still would have been stuck with me. It is nice to know, though."

"I thought-" Heero started, his tired mind trying to remember what it was that he had thought. His body was reacting to Duo's proximity, and thinking was starting to come into a slow third on his list of importance. Telling Duo he loved him was first and showing him was second.

"Heero, I know you love me. Who else would let me put my pink couch in the middle of his living room? Only you, babe. Only you."

"About that-"

"Heero, sweets. What the hell happened to falling asleep after strenuous activity? You've been dancing for six hours; why are you still talking?" Duo questioned teasingly. He kissed Heero's cheek again. "Let's go find us a spot on the floor, huh? We can snuggle down and I can fall asleep in your armpit."

Heero smirked, holding Duo in place when he tried to move towards the door. "How tired are you?" Heero asked, his hands moving suggestively down Duo's back to cup his buttocks.

With a snicker, Duo returned the caress, his fingers going so far as to give Heero's ass a squeeze. "Feeling frisky, Heero?"

In answer, Heero pressed Duo against the counter, their hips coming into sharp contact as he attacked his lover with his mouth and tongue. It only took them a few minutes to get rid of their clothing, and then Heero lifted Duo onto the counter, his hips between Duo's knees. One hand worked Duo's erection while the other held the back of Duo's head, holding him in place while he continued his onslaught of Duo's person.

Duo's hands were busy as well. He occasionally caressed Heero's back or chest, but for the most part, he was trying to do a tactile search for lubrication without ever having to let go of Heero fully.

His search-by-touch futile, Duo grunted in frustration. In one quick move, he pushed Heero back and stood up, his lips never leaving Heero's. With the drawers within range, he reached behind himself and opened the top one, this time finding the lube without problem.

That problem taken care of, Heero pushed Duo backwards once again, pressing him un-gently against the countertop. If it hurt, Duo didn't let on. His quick, eager hands made short work of the lubrication on Heero's penis. He turned around, and Heero entered him without prepping, his excited body accepting the intrusion gladly.

Once together, time seemed to still. Heero held himself frozen, his eyes meeting Duo's in the mirror over the counter. They stared at each other, their eyes losing some of the haze of passion under the intensity of their gazes. Heero wrapped his arms around Duo, pulling him closer so that his chest and Duo's back were flush and his head was resting on Duo's shoulder.

Duo smiled and reached his arms up and behind his head, gently locking his fingers in Heero's head. Held together, they continued to stare at each other.

"Tell me again?" Duo requested, his voice throaty.

"I love you," Heero stated, this time in English. His arms tightened possessively, but his voice belied the heartfelt emotion when he whispered, "My Duo."

It wasn't until the afterglow of sex had worn off that Duo muttered, "We'll talk about ownership in the morning."

~ end

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