| Author: pyrzm
see ch. 1 for warnings, notes, disclaimer
Rated R for sensuality
and pampering. And how can you have a real GWing yaoi love story without
at least one giant bathtub scene, right? When Heero says "Not tonight,
honey" he means it. Sorta.
Warriors + Chapter 18
Dr. Santos arranged for a physical
therapist to do an evaluation on Heero before he started a regular workout,
and for a nurse to check his blood and vitals. Heero thanked her and the
staff for their kindness, and shook hands with Dr. Batoosingh.
"I'll call tomorrow and set up an appointment schedule, once you've settled
in," the doctor told him. "And with you, Duo. Both of you, be careful
with each other, yes?"
"We will," Heero assured him.
No one said much during the short chopper hop to the embassy. Heero was
still trying to sort out his reaction to the day's revelations, balancing
the shock of the STD against the fact that he had actually made love to
Duo, and fully intended to do it again, However, that was going have to
wait until he'd completed the Penicillin K. He hadn't told Duo yet. Otherwise
he doubted he'd be sitting so close now, or holding his hand.
Heero couldn't get a solid reading on the 03/04 situation. They were sitting
next to each other, but weren't touching each other like they usually
did. Perhaps loud, prolonged sex wasn't enough to fix some situations?
Wufei wasn't speaking to any of them, and wouldn't even make eye contact
with Heero. In retrospect, Heero was a bit embarrassed at having had that
particular teammate see him in bed with Duo, but there wasn't much he
could do about it.
At the moment, he was most concerned about the tension with Trowa. And
it didn't help that his mind kept wandering back to how good 03 had looked,
standing by the window with his shirt off. Duo was right; Trowa was hot.
He stole a guilty look at Quatre and was startled to find the blond watching
him. 'He's hot, too,' Heero thought, holding that gaze and giving Quatre
an apologetic smile. That blue streak in his hair really set off his eyes.
Quatre must have been in receiving mode, because he blushed and looked
Heero gave himself a mental shake; he was getting as bad as Duo! Quatre
and Trowa had both been good friends to him, and lifesavers for Duo while
he was gone. He was still a bit jealous about that, but grateful, too.
He smiled again, remembering Quatre's impulsive kiss that first day in
the hospital. For Quatre's sake, he was going to make this right somehow.
The chopper touched down on a broad lawn inside the embassy walls and
the same junior ambassador who'd helped Heero earlier met the five of
them now. Heero had been too sick to catch the man's name or properly
note his appearance before, but did so now as the man introduced himself
to the others as Mr. Hector Peacecraft, a second cousin of the line. He
was dressed in the archaic embroidered coat and white trousers the court
favored, and his black hair was coifed into ringlets across his forehead.
"You are looking much better, Mr. Yuy," Peacecraft said, ushering them
through a formal garden and in through a set of tall French doors. "Princess
Relena sends her greetings and her apologies. A last minute matter of
state came up after she spoke with Mr. Barton, one that will detain her
for at least a day. She hopes to telephone you sometime this evening."
They passed through a drawing room into the central lobby of the embassy.
Duo let out a soft whistle, and everyone stared.
The building was constructed in the Sanque style, which meant it was highly
ornate and rather overdone for Heero's tastes. The entrance chamber was
massive, with walls paneled in white and gold, and hung with ornately
framed paintings of Sanque nobles and heroes. Huge crystal chandeliers
hung on gilded chains below a frescoed ceiling. The chamber floor and
sweeping double staircase were of polished Sanque marble. Their footsteps
echoed as they crossed to something like a concierge's desk and were signed
in as guests in a large guest ledger. As Heero automatically noted exits
and security points, he searched as always for an adjective to set the
image in his mind. He found himself torn between "opulent" and "garish."
Liveried servants appeared as if on cue to take their meager luggage.
Wufei hung onto his bag, fending the servant off with a frown. "I won't
"But you'll come up with us, right?" asked Quatre.
"If you insist," the Chinese pilot said with a grudging sigh. "Ambassador,
would it be possible to arrange transport for me this evening? The time
"Certainly, Captain. I will see to the arrangements."
An equally ornate elevator whisked them silently up to the third floor
guest wing. Peacecraft directed them to a series of doors along one corridor,
four of which had keys ready the locks. "These adjoining rooms have been
prepared for you. I shall leave it to you gentlemen to sort yourselves
out. Is there anything else you require?"
"Food would be good," Duo told him. "We didn't exactly have a chance to
go out for dinner."
"But of course. You will find a list of house specialties in your rooms.
Simply dial 7 for the kitchen and it will be brought up. Laundry services
are also available at that number."
"Is there a fitness room?" asked Heero.
"Yes, on the fifth floor. Please, do make yourselves at home."
The rooms were all very much the same, sumptuous and overblown as the
rest of the place, with tall windows overlooking the side garden they'd
entered through. The beds were enormous, with blue and gold comforters
and canopies of heavy velvet that matched the draperies.
Heero chose one at random, and Duo moved to follow.
"Perhaps you should take the one next door?" Heero said quietly.
Duo looked over at him surprise. "Am I being punished?"
"No, of course not!" He stepped aside and let Duo enter. "But I thought
it might be better, for tonight at least, if we maintained a little distance."
"And how is that not punishing me?" Duo asked, scowling as he flopped
down on the gigantic bed.
"I'll be done with the antibiotics by tomorrow night. Until then, I'd
prefer we didn't tempt each other. I don't know if I can sleep with you
and not want you again."
Duo softened a little. "I told you, Heero, your blood work is fine. And
I've got plenty of rubbers!"
But Heero was adamant. Perhaps he was punishing Duo a little, for manipulating
him. But it suddenly felt like just as much a punishment for himself.
"Tomorrow night, I promise. Consider it a test of our mutual self control."
"Not my strong suit." Sulking, Duo wandered off in the direction of the
bathroom. A moment later Heero heard him whistle again. "Hey, come see
if this changes your mind!"
The bathroom was larger than some of the safe houses they'd used in the
war, another confection of gilt and marble. The sunken marble tub could
have held all five of them.
"Did you call ahead and reserve the orgy suite?" Duo asked, examining
shelves stocked with thick white towels and crystal jars of bath salts
and oils. More towels and washcloths were artistically arranged in a white
whicker basket beside the bathtub. Duo opened a closet next to a glassed
in shower enclosure and discovered at least a dozen robes in different
sizes and colors, with a choice of silk or thick terry. "Damn, I guess
I get to see what Heaven looks like, after all!"
Heero smiled. "So this is your idea of Heaven?"
"Close enough. If I start the tub running now, do you think it will be
ready before tomorrow?"
"It really is a wasteful set up. You bathe first, and I'll get in after."
Duo pouted at him. Heero did his best to pretend he was ignoring him.
"You start the water. I'll find the menu and see if the others want to
eat with us."
Two doors down he found the other three gathered around a small dining
table in front of the window, studying a thick menu in an embossed leather
portfolio. Apparently Quatre had talked Wufei into staying for supper,
because he and Trowa were debating whether to order traditionally from
the Sanque cuisine listing or paella.
"Sanque food looks better than it tastes," Heero warned. "It's very heavy.
Too much butter and cream."
"You could use the calories," Quatre said. "But maybe something easier
on your stomach? The seafood paella sound good, and maybe some chicken
and lime soup?"
"Sounds good to me!" Duo said, coming to join them. Taking a running start,
he launched himself into the middle of their bed, skidding across the
comforter into the mounds of pillows. "Hoo baby! This place is waaaay
too good for this L-2 rat, but it's gonna take armed soldiers to evict
me. Whadya say, Kat? Pretty ritzy digs, even by your standards. You and
Tro will be lucky to find each other in the dark."
"Oh, I'll find him," Trowa murmured.
Wufei slapped down the menu. "Do you think we could go more than five
minutes without someone having sex or talking about it?"
"Hey, no one asked you to barge in on us!" Duo shot back, twirling the
end of his braid.
Wufei scowled darkly. "Doors lock, Maxwell."
"Yeah, and they can be knocked on, too."
"What happened?" Trowa demanded.
"Oh, Wuffei got an eyeful of us after we locked you two down," Duo told
"We got an earful," Quatre exclaimed, rolling his eyes.
"Like you've got any room to talk, Blondie. 'O TRO-ah, TRO-ah, TRO-ah!'"
Duo rolled across the bed, moaning.
"That's what I'm talking about!" Wufei snapped. "If you're not all fucking
each other, you're bragging about it. And now you!" He shot an accusing
glare at Heero.
Heero was perplexed as to why it should matter to 05. "I apologize if
Duo and I embarrassed you earlier, but it was partly your fault for barging
in like that."
Wufei colored angrily. "I apologize for that. I wasn't at my best, having
been kept awake every damn night by these two!"
"They are pretty loud," Duo agreed, only to be pelted off the bed in a
hail of pillows. He disappeared laughing over the far edge of the mattress.
"Jeeze, check this out! Even the carpets here are too good for me!"
"That's enough, all of you," Heero said. "Wufei, I'm sorry you feel uncomfortable
around any of us. You know I have only the deepest respect for you. In
the future, we should all be more careful when setting up accommodations."
Duo popped up over the edge of the bed again. "Yeah, I'm sorry, too. We'll
lock the door next time, or hang a necktie on the knob or something. It
wasn't exactly-planned that time."
"I guess we could try to be a bit quieter, when we're away from home,"
Quatre offered, giving Wufei one of those irresistible puppy eye looks.
"Don't go away mad, please? Your friendship means a lot."
Not even Wufei was immune to that look. "Very well. But I do have to get
back to work. Heero, you'll be all right now, won't you?"
"Of course. The doctors believe I'm not crazy. The rest is just physical
"Fuck, the tub!" Duo looked back as he bolted out the door. "And I didn't
mean that literally, Wuffie!"
"Come back when you're done. We'll eat here," Quatre called after him.
Heero stood and stretched. "I'm going to look at the fitness equipment.
They took the elevator up to the top floor and discovered a facility professional
athletes would envy. In addition to the usual free weights and machines,
there was a full-sized pool, a Jacuzzi, and sauna. Huge plate glass windows
gave a panoramic view of the city below.
Heero took a trial pull at the lat machine, but found he couldn't lift
anything close to his usual weight.
"You shouldn't do that until the PT looks you over," Wufei warned. "Clearly
you've suffered some muscle atrophy."
Heero frowned, and settled for a light setting on the recumbent bike.
Wufei went to the large mat by a mirrored wall and flowed through a series
of practice katas. Heero was winded after a few minutes, but pushed himself
to five. "Damn!"
"You're young. And muscles have memory, especially as highly trained as
you were," Wufei offered, sitting down to stretch.
Heero sat back, resting his feet on the pedals. "Does it bother you so
much, me being with Duo?"
Wufei seemed to be ignoring him, but said at last, "I have come to appreciate
the others. They were all good warriors in their own way, but peace has
made them foolish. They act like children now, and he's the worst."
"The war damaged him, Wufei. It left him ill and lost. So did my abandoning
him like that."
"You were even sicker, Heero. I understand what you did and why. I think
you were very wise, even if you didn't fully understand your own motives.
The person I blame is Relena Peacecraft. She could have helped us find
you sooner, instead of letting it come out as it did. I do not understand
"I asked her not to."
"You were not in your right mind. She must have seen that."
Heero shook his head. "I don't remember, really. She's always had some
odd attachment to me. Perhaps that swayed her judgment."
"No doubt. As for you and Maxwell?" Wufei took a deep breath, letting
it out slowly. "Perhaps I am a little jealous."
Heero stared at him. "Jealous? Don't tell me you're attracted to one of
Wufei spared him a glare, but it seemed half hearted. "I am not gay. I
find it more than a little unsettling that the rest of you are. Oh, Maxwell
and Winner came as no surprise. But you and Barton? That did. Until this
afternoon I'd assumed that you at least were--Well, I am persuaded otherwise.
But I'm more surprised still that both of you and Barton chose such ill-matching
"Ill-matched? No; complimentary personalities. And to find love with one
who knows what you went through? It's a very lucky thing. Is that why
Wufei stood and surprised Heero with a bow, palms together in front of
his heart. "In part, perhaps. But mostly because you and Barton so clearly
love the bakas, and are so obviously and deeply loved in return. Even
I cannot see that without being moved." He came to Heero and extended
his hand. "I wish you good fortune and many happy years, if you can manage
not to strangle Maxwell with his own hair. I watched him yearn for you
during the war, and saw how badly he suffered while you were gone. You
were lucky to find him alive when you returned to us. Take good care of
him from now on. He is worth it, under all the foolishness, I think."
Heero clasped his hand, deeply touched. "I will, Wufei, thank you. I hope
you find the same love for yourself. And also that you will always feel
welcome with the rest of us."
Wufei bowed again. "Thank you. Will you be all right if I go tonight?"
"I'd rather you stayed, but yes, I will be fine."
"Very well. Perhaps we should go back now, assuming you accomplished your
mission?" He gave Heero another hint of a smile.
The food hadn't arrived yet, so Heero went to sort out his laundry. "Duo,
are you done yet? And shall I put your clothes in with mine for the--"
He stopped short just inside the bathroom doorway, caught by the sight
of Duo floating luxuriously on his back in the enormous tub. His eyes
were closed but the way he was smiling told Heero he knew he was being
observed. The bath salts he'd chosen tinted the water blue against the
white marble and made it smell like roses and lemons. He looked like a
pale, glowing angel with his hair floating around him like that.
Or a mermaid.
'A horny mermaid,' Heero amended. Duo's hands floated free on either side
of him, but his cock was hard against his belly.
Duo yawned and stretched, bobbing gently, then opened his eyes. "Oh, there
you are. Sure you won't join me?" He turned over and came to the edge
of the tub, hair trailing sinuously behind him. Resting his chin on his
folded hands, he regarded Heero with seemingly innocent interest.
Heero knelt and caught his chin in one hand, lifting him for a chaste,
close-lipped kiss. "Yes, I'm sure. And stop teasing me."
"Can't help it!" Duo pouted prettily. "Have you taken your pills? I'm
due for my Lamictal."
"You remembered!" Duo had been very good about that since giving Heero
"Could you get it for me, lover? Please? And my shampoo and conditioner?
My bag's over there by the sink. "
Several cut crystal glasses stood ready on a glass shelf above the sink,
together with a small fresh flower arrangement and some plastic-wrapped
guest toiletries. Heero claimed a blue toothbrush, the first he'd owned
in at least six months. He inspected his face briefly in the mirror as
he filled a glass and took his antibiotics; no sign of beard regrowth
yet, but he needed to brush his teeth and wash his hair. "My hair is very
dull looking, and still too long. Are there any scissors here?"
"Don't!" Duo called over. "I like it like that. It's sexy. Just use my
shampoo and stuff and it'll look great."
Heero looked at his reflection again, noting how the hair brushed the
collar of his sweater and shadowed his eyes. If Duo liked it like that,
that was fine with him. He unzipped Duo's bag and looked for the items
he'd asked for. In the process he found the eyeliner pencil and lip gloss,
too. He regarded them for a moment, certain thoughts forming in his mind,
then put them back where he'd found them.
Balancing the various tubes and bottles with a glass of water, he went
back and sat down at the edge of the tub. "Here, pills first."
Duo swallowed them and looked up expectantly. He liked being rewarded
for remembering. Heero smiled and flipped open the shampoo bottle. "Turn
around, little mermaid. I'll wash your hair."
Duo's grin turned incredulous. "What did you call me?"
"Mermaid." Heero wondered if this was somehow insulting, then realized
that any mermaid he'd ever seen in a picture had been female. But it stood
to reason that there must be males, too. "It was meant as a compliment,
Duo. With your hair floating around you in the water like that, you remind
me of one, and I like mermaids. They're very beautiful and exotic. Like
you." He faltered to a halt, not knowing what to make of the look Duo
was giving him.
"You don't remember the first time you called me that, do you?"
"I've never called you that."
"Oh yes, you did!" Duo turned around as requested, but Heero could tell
he wasn't angry at all. Rather, he seemed quite pleased.
"I'm sure I didn't." Heero poured some shampoo onto Duo's wet hair and
began to work it through. "Wait. That time I washed your hair in the lake?"
"That freezing fucking Finnish lake!"
"Yes, that one. Your hair spread out in the water, like it is now, and
I did think about--But I didn't say it!"
"Yeah, you did. Well, you just sort of growled it to yourself, but I heard.
Thought I was hallucinating at the time, but you did!" He chortled with
delight. "Way back then, back when we all thought you were such a stone
cold killer with no more emotion than a gundam, you were a romantic after
Heero didn't bother denying it. "Even back then, you had a very strange
effect on me."
"Glad to hear it. Mmmmmmm. Oh that feels great!" Duo arched his neck happily
as Heero massaged his scalp, then worked the fragrant lather down through
the long mass of wet hair. When he was done Duo submerged and shook his
head under the water, rinsing. There was enough water to allow for excellent
When he came up again, Heero squeezed some of the water out and went to
work with the conditioner. "This smells very good. I like sandalwood."
"Good. It ain't cheap, but hey, I'm worth it, right?"
"Yes, you are." Heero worked the slippery strands through his fingers,
savoring the texture and the warm aroma. "It makes you smell very good,
but not like a girl. Rinse, please."
Duo finished and stood up. Heero stared happily, watching the water stream
down over that flat chest and belly, and down through the soft nest of
chestnut curls around his sex.
"02 to 01, over! Getting cold here. Copy that?"
"I copy, 02. Got distracted." Heero grinned and handed him a towel for
his hair, then wrapped a large bath sheet around him as he stepped up,
combining toweling with a few kisses and a long hug. "And you are my beautiful
Still enveloped, Duo leaned into him and chuckled against his shoulder.
"Never believe me if I told 'em."
"Nothing. I love you, Heero. You keep surprising me."
"Surprises are good?"
"They are lately!" He kissed Heero lightly on the lips and took over the
drying. "Get in and have a soak while I dry my hair. Then I'll wash yours
for you. Don't do it without me, OK?"
Heero undressed and slipped into the water, which smelled of roses and
lemons and sandalwood now. He wondered if Duo would mind if they smelled
Across the room Duo let the towels fall away and went to work with his
comb and a blow dryer. Heero relaxed and enjoyed the view under half closed
lids-- all that hip-length chestnut hair gradually drying in shining waves,
swaying around that wonderful, slender body.
'Mine,' Heero thought with a very pleasurable rush of possessiveness.
He had plans for that body, tonight and tomorrow. When Duo bent at the
waist to dry the underneath layers, Heero found himself reaching to stroke
his own erection under the water. He still lacked much in the way of practical
application, but was currently drawing heavily on his considerable body
"I'm going to make love to you for a very long time next time, Duo Maxwell,
" he murmured, knowing the blow-dryer would drown out the words. "You
will scream my name again."
It would have been very easy to bring himself off in the tub, but he decided
against it in favor of storing up all his energies for better use.
Just then another sound cut through the dryer's drone. Duo switched it
off, then looked around for the phone that was ringing. It was mounted
on the wall near the shower. Hurrying over, he grabbed the handset. "Honeymoon
suite, may I help you?" He winked at Heero, and then covered the mouthpiece.
"Call coming through from Relena. You want to take it?"
Heero dried his hands on a towel from the basket beside him and took the
phone. "Hello, Relena?"
"Heero!" She sounded very happy to hear his voice. "You poor thing! I
saw you on the news. I can't believe how thin you are, but you look so
handsome all the same. Are you eating?"
"Not at the moment-"
"I'm sorry those press vultures found you already, but it was good to
see you. Where did you get that wonderful jacket?"
"It was a gift from-"
"I saw the others, too, and that fight with that dreadful German. Is everyone
"I think he might have been hurt-"
"But you got to the embassy safely?"
Heero sighed. "Obviously."
"And they are making you comfortable?"
Heero wiggled his toes, swirling the warm, scented waters. In his direct
line of vision, Duo was standing naked at the mirror, deftly braiding
his hair. "Very."
"What did the doctors say about your condition?"
"I was suffering from malnutrition, exposure, ringworm and syphilis, but
I'm much better now."
There was a long silence on the other end of the line. "Then it was true,
what that awful man said?"
"Awful man? Oh." She was referring to the German reporter's accusations.
"I was not a prostitute, Relena. At least I don't remember being one."
"But the--that disease."
"It had not reached a painful stage," he said, hoping to reassure her.
"I didn't know I was infected until a few hours ago. I'm almost done with
the necessary course of treatment. There were only a few lesions-"
"That's-uh, well, that's good to hear."
Across the room, Duo was doubled over with silent laughter. Heero raised
a questioning eyebrow at him, but Duo just shook his head as he wrapped
a towel around his hips and came over to wash Heero's hair.
"I did miss you, Heero."
"I appreciate all you have done for me, Relena."
Another pause. "Well, I'll see you sometime the day after tomorrow, then."
"Yes. We'll be here."
Another pause, then the line went dead.
"What was so funny?" Heero asked.
"Dunk your head for me."
Heero did, and then repeated the question.
"I was just admiring the Heero Yuy charm method. The lesions were a nice
"She asked---ahhhh!" Duo's fingers working across Heero's scalp as he
shampooed his hair sent a powerful tingle down through his whole body.
"I see why you enjoyed having your hair washed," he told him, closing
his eyes to savor the sensations.
Duo chuckled. "Pampering is good. I bet no one has ever done this for
"Perhaps when I was very young, or sick. But no, not that I recall."
Duo bent and kissed his wet cheek. "Well, I hope you enjoy it, because
I don't plan to stop pampering you. Ever. Rinse, please."
Heero swished the soap from his hair, then leaned back happily and let
Duo work the conditioner in.
"I'm leaving it in for ten minutes, since your hair is so beat up." Duo
went to the closet and surveyed the robes.
"You should wear that dark blue silk one, with the red and gold trim,"
"Your wish is my command." Duo wrapped himself in the rich paisley robe
and tied the sash. It was long, almost to his ankles, but clung nicely
as he moved, hinting at the form under the flowing fabric. He saw he had
Heero's attention and laughingly modeled it for him, doing a series of
little turns around the bathroom.
"I think I should buy you one like that," Heero said. The color brought
out Duo's eyes and the richness of his hair. Duo really could be a model,
the way he looked and moved.
"Guess it would be kinda tacky to just take it, huh? I'm going to call
for the laundry guy. Five more minutes, then rinse, right?"
"Copy that, 02." Heero slid down into the water and let his arms float.
He had lived under many different sorts of conditions; luxury and pampering,
while certainly not essential to survival, weren't bad, either.
Emerging from the bathroom at last in a brown and black kimono of Shantung
silk, he found Duo sprawled on his stomach on the bed, watching the CNN
report of their run in with the press with the sound down, on a large
vid screen he'd found concealed in an antique armoire.
"I really do scowl, don't I?" Heero said, sitting down on the end of the
bed beside him. It was odd to see himself like that, full length from
"Yeah, you do. Good thing it doesn't scare me, huh? Oh, look! There I
go!" Duo chuckled as he watched himself leap the barricades after Meir.
"And there you go, grabbing me by the hair. That hurt, by the way."
"Good. I'm glad it got your attention. Really, Duo, would you prefer to
be in a jail cell right now, rather than here with me in the orgy suite?"
Duo twisted around and put his head in Heero's lap. "Nope. Thanks for
reeling me in. So, when does the orgy start?"
"Tomorrow," Heero told him firmly, though the prospect of waiting was
getting less and less attractive all the time. He slid a hand into the
front of Duo's robe, stroking his way across the soft warm skin to find
a nipple. He stroked it gently with his thumb and thrilled to feel it
harden to a little peak under his touch.
Duo closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. "Love your hands on me, Heero!"
"You're very good to touch. I'm sorry if my hands are rough. It may be
a while before my skin recovers.
Duo sat up and bounced off the bed. Disappearing into the bathroom, he
came back with one of the bottles from the collection there.
"This should help. It's olive oil based. Give me your hands." Duo poured
a thick white lotion out into the palm of his hand, then worked it over
Heero's right hand, massaging his fingers and palms.
"Your touch is very good, too," Heero whispered, marveling that even the
simplest touch to such an ordinary area of his body could send erotic
sensations all over him. Duo smiled and did his other hand, then knelt
and took Heero's right foot in his lap.
"You don't need to-" Heero began, still ashamed at the condition of his
feet, but Duo ignored him and proceeded to push him dangerously close
to breaking his own "no sex until tomorrow" resolution. Heero was on his
back moaning by the time Duo finished and climbed up to lie on top of
him. Heero felt Duo's hot erection pressing against his own through the
cool layers of silk. Duo gave him a wicked grin and wiggled his hips.
Heero caught his breath, and then clamped his hands over Duo's ass to
keep him still.
"Ooooo. I love those big hands!"
"We are going to ruin these robes if you keep doing that."
"And that's a problem why?"
Quatre's arrival with news of dinner spared him having to come up with
a good reason.
They sat on the floor and ate of plates in their laps as they watched
TV. Quatre and Trowa had bathed and changed into robes, too; Trowa in
a green silk that matched his eyes, and Quatre in saffron yellow terry.
Wufei seemed at ease with their state of dress, and joined in good naturedly
as Duo flipped through the news stations so they could critique the various
reports of their appearance. Quatre had ordered a white wine with the
meal and Trowa instituted the rule that everyone had to take a drink every
time Duo's language was censored. Some of the stations had opted to edit
out Meir's prostitution question, but not all. After the third such time,
Trowa grabbed the control and switched it off.
"That was just cruel," Quatre said, shaking his head. "We don't believe
it, Heero. Duo's right. Meir was just getting back at him through you
for throwing his camera in the lake."
"I'm glad I shook him up when I had the chance," Duo growled, spearing
a scallop with his fork. "I'd have hit him harder if I'd known who he
was, the fucker."
Everyone took another drink of wine.
By the time Wufei's transport arrived, everyone was a little soused and
ready for bed. Wufei suffered good-bye embraces from Quatre and Duo, and
then shook hands with Heero. "I will contact you soon, Yuy." He held his
hand a moment longer, dark eyes bright with uncharacteristic emotion.
"It is truly good to have you back with us."
"Well, that's it for me, folks," Duo announced, yawning. "Whadya say,
Heero? Bed time?"
"Yes. Just give me a moment with Quatre?"
"'K!" Duo yawned again, hugged everyone, and wandered out.
Heero waited until he heard their door close, then walked over to the
others. "You two, you are really all right? About this afternoon?"
Trowa hid behind his bangs, blushing, but Quatre put an arm around him
and drew Heero in for a group hug.
"We will be," he whispered against Heero's cheek. "We talked a little
before dinner. I think it's going to be an adjustment, but one we all
want to work for. I mean, it's not just you being back and how Trowa feels.
I guess we didn't really think about it until you two were getting it
on next door, but I guess Tro and I got used to thinking of Duo as ours,
sort of. But he isn't. He's yours and we're really happy for you both.
But-well, to be honest, I guess we'll sort of miss him."
Heero looked at him surprise. "But, he loves you both very much! It's
not like he can't see you ever again. I don't want that."
"No, but it's going to be different, anyway," Trowa said quietly, still
holding Quatre and Heero close.
Heero stood in that three-sided embrace, imagining what it must have meant
to Duo, to have this sort of support and physical contact at his worst
times. He still felt a little jealous about that, but something else was
creeping in around the edges that he wasn't quite sure how to name yet.
"I don't want to push either of you away from him," he told them. "I don't
know exactly what needs to happen with that, but if you let me have some
time with him, to figure out what he and I are going to be, maybe we can
work something out?"
"Sharing, you mean?" Quatre laughed.
"Hn. I don't know. I'm the least experienced with this of any of us. But
I don't want to take him away from such good friends in a way that hurts
"Concentrate on loving Duo for now," Quatre told him, kissing him on the
cheek again. "The rest will work itself out. I know it."
Heero kissed him back-it just seemed the natural thing to do with Quatre-then
ran his fingers through the blue streak in his hair. "I like this. I like
some of the jewelry you normally wear, too. And your tattoos, Trowa. I
like those very much. They suit you."
Trowa dropped his chin again, blushing. "Thanks, Heero. Well, good night!"
He turned away quickly and went into the bathroom.
Heero felt like he'd made a horrible misstep. "I'm sorry, Quatre! I didn't
"It's OK, Heero," Quatre assured him, looking a bit sad again. "That's
something else we'll have to work on. This afternoon? Well, it was just
kind of a shock, really. I know it doesn't mean he loves me any less."
He tapped his chest, over his heart. "Really, I know it. And I know how
you feel, too." The look in his eye as he said this made Heero slightly
uncomfortable, but Quatre patted his arm. "Love Duo, Heero. It'll all
Heero hugged the small blond again, more grateful than ever for his friendship
and his amazing understanding. "I would never hurt you, 04. Never."
"That's why I'm not worried," Quatre told him.
Heero turned to go. "I-uh, well, I was going to ask a favor. There's something
I'd like to borrow."
Duo was on the bed waiting for him. He'd turned off all the lights except
for one in the bathroom and a lamp on the bedside table. "Get lost?" he
asked with a sleepy grin.
"I just needed a moment with them, about today."
"I think so. At least Quatre's not mad at me, or he wouldn't have given
me these." Heero climbed up on the enormous bed with him and took two
small bottles of nail polish from the pocket of his robe. One was clear,
the other a dark greenish blue. "Tropic Twilight Metallic. It's what all
the mermaids are wearing this season."
Duo's eyes widened. "Uh-nice choice. But FYI, mermaids don't got feet."
"I could do your fingernails."
Duo was shaking his head, but the grin was back in a soft, rather wondering
form. "So you really didn't mind it, huh?"
"No. Turn around and give me your feet."
"You-Heero Yuy-It really is you, right? You are going to paint my toenails
"Unless you'd rather I didn't."
Duo grabbed a pillow, flipped himself around, and planted both feet in
Heero's lap. Crossing his arms behind his head, he grinned up at Heero.
"You can take that as a go ahead."
Heero smiled as he examined the nails of Duo's right foot. "You have very
attractive feet. You must take good care of them."
"Yeah, well, that Quatre gives one hell of a pedicure."
"Hn." Another little glimpse of the intimacy the three shared. Heero uncapped
the clear polish and applied a base coat as per Quatre's instructions.
He did the nails of the other foot, then blew gently to dry them. Duo
threw an arm across his face and let out a deep groan.
"I like pampering you, too, Duo." He slid the palms of his hands across
the soles of Duo's feet and saw him arch and shiver at the touch. There
was an interesting bulge developing in the front of his robe again, too.
"Oh, Heero! I think I may have to marry you!" Duo gasped, arching again
as Heero repeated the caress.
"I might consider it."
Duo didn't move his arm, but Heero saw the grin widen.
When the clear coat was dry enough, Heero painted on a coat of the blue
metallic polish, dabbing carefully with the little brush to avoid getting
it on his skin. When he was done, the nails looked like little pieces
of enamel jewelry, or the paint on a really expensive motorcycle. He repeated
the blowing and caressing of feet. Duo was breathing heavily by the time
he applied the second coat of blue.
"This looks nice on you," Heero told him. "I like you decorated."
"Mmmmmmmm. Like being decorated!"
Heero resisted the urge to ask if he enjoyed having Quatre paint his nails
this much. Instead, he asked, "Why don't you have any piercings or tattoos?"
Duo lifted his arm and peered up at Heero. "Would you like me to get some?"
"That's not what I meant. I just wondered why you don't have any, especially
since you were around those two so much, and they have them."
Duo stared up at the ceiling for a moment, then shrugged. "I dunno. As
far as piercings go, the idea of having any more bits of metal shot into
me didn't really appeal. Got my fill of that during the war. I don't know
what's up with Quatre and that. You wouldn't believe some of the places
he's pierced. Jeeeeze! He's got some tats, too, here and there, but just
the usual decoration type mostly. The starburst around his navel is pretty
"Trowa's ink is different. Those bands around his arms are some ancient
Eskimo warrior design or something, in memory of Heavyarms. Get it? Arm
tattoos? I mean, we all miss our gundams, right? But I think Trowa just
can't quite get over it. Anyway, they look really cool, especially when
"And the one on his back?"
"Ah, showed that one, did he?"
"What? No, it was just there! I mean-"
"It's OK, Heero. He had that one done for Kat, after the first time he
let him-Well, you can guess, right?"
"Ah." Heero was surprised. "So it's Quatre who penetrates Trowa?"
Duo burst out laughing and nearly ruined his half-dry polish on the front
of Heero's silk robe. "Jesus, you still talk like a computer sometimes.
I sure missed that! And to answer your question, no, it's usually the
other way around, but not always. But I can guarantee you this: Quatre
Winner-Barton is the only guy to ever have that privilege. Hence, the
ink. It's Celtic, but there's an Arabic inscription worked into the design,
too. Neither one of them will say what it is."
Heero blew on the polish again. "That's very-" He shook his head wonderingly.
"It's a very beautiful thing for them to share. Very romantic."
"Yes it is," Duo murmured.
"I just don't understand it. How can Trowa have a 'thing' for me if he
loves Quatre so much?"
"Who knows, Heero. The heart's got a mind of its own sometimes. It's like
how I didn't take the plunge and become lovers with them, after we all
thought you were gone for good. I love them. I think they're sexy and
friendly and wonderful and they're the best friends a guy could have.
We had a lot of fun together, and went through some hard times. That's
love, right? All the same, every time I thought about going beyond just
messing around or cuddling, it hurt. Right here." He touched his chest.
"Maybe my heart knew you were coming back for me, eh?"
Heero shifted Duo's feet carefully out of his lap and stretched out beside
him. "You have a wise heart, then, like Quatre's. And I can't tell you
how very glad I am that you waited for me, even when you shouldn't have.
I love you, Duo, more than I've ever loved anyone in my entire life. Not
that that's saying much, I suppose-"
Duo pressed a finger across Heero's lips. "Don't ever say that. Knowing
you the way I do, I know what a hugely big deal it is to be loved by Heero
Yuy. I just hope you believe me when I tell you that despite how my past
history makes it look, I never wanted anyone but you. Not like this."
Heero leaned in and kissed him, knowing it was safe to go this far, safe
to open Duo's lips with his tongue and share that intimate caress between
them. Duo ran his fingers through Heero's hair and over his shoulders,
urging him closer. Heero ran a hand down Duo's chest and belly and covered
the bulge of his erection with his cupped palm. Duo moaned into his mouth,
moving under his hand.
Heero pulled back. "I'm sorry. I wasn't going to start anything tonight,
but now I'd really like to suck you off. I'd really like to do that. With
a condom, of course."
"Only if I can repay the favor," Duo whispered, still pressing up into
"Tomorrow. I want to save it all for tomorrow. I don't mind, Duo, really.
Just let me do that much for you tonight, and tomorrow you can do anything
Violet eyes locked with his. "Anything, Heero?"
Heero kissed him again. "Anything."
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