see ch. 1 for warnings, notes, disclaimer
Warriors + Chapter 36
Duo's observations about the
different forms of intelligence seemed a valuable key to defusing the
"Trowa thing" if they could just figure out how to use it. If Trowa's
strongest attribute was body-kinesthetic intelligence, Heero reasoned,
then it was little wonder that talking about his attraction to him and
trying to deal with it logically had not worked.
Quatre provided the test records he'd hacked and Heero and Duo spent a
good part of the following day on the couch with their laptops, combing
the 'net for more information. Trowa's scores in the visual-spatial and
musical-rhythmic categories were also exceptionally high, closely followed
by logic-mathematical intelligence. However, the elements that relied
on interaction with others, especially the verbal-linguistic score were
lower than the norm.
"No wonder he and Quatre work so well," said Duo. "Kat's empathy and all
that mind reading stuff lets him see what's going on inside Trowa, and
they're both really into the touchy feely non verbal communications. Quatre
loves to snuggle and touch and Trowa totally eats it up, and vice versa.
It's like they were made for each other."
"Yes. I think Trowa would be lost without him, or someone like him, or
at least very lonely."
"But that doesn't do us much good. Just telling him to back off doesn't
get through," Duo muttered, tugging absently at his braid.
Heero caught the motion and kept a surreptitious eye on him. But Duo hadn't
chewed on the end of it, or his fingernails, since the "spanking therapy"
session yesterday. Just like last time, he'd been in high spirits ever
since. He'd turned off all the lights last night before bed, slept deeply,
and woken horny even though he was still sore inside and out. That hadn't
prevented him from teasing and seducing Heero into penetrating him again
before he'd let him out of bed this morning, and again just now, bent
over the kitchen table in the middle of making sandwiches for lunch. Although
Heero could detect no negative element in Duo's behavior or demeanor,
he wondered if this behavior was a continuation of Duo's need to feel
dominated in order to feel safe. Heero wondered if Duo realized that by
instigating and insisting on this sort of activity, he was placing himself,
rather than Heero, in control.
After the lunchtime "quickie" and a short nap on the couch with Duo sprawled
on top of him, Heero woke with a sore back and a clearer head. He had
an appointment with Dr. Batoosingh the afternoon. He should probably mention
this to him.
For now, however, Duo was sated, and his mind seemed firmly back in mission
mode and focused on "Project Trowa."
According to what they'd gleaned so far, people like Trowa were often
performers, dancers, or athletes. Trowa was all of that, and more. It
all fit. Such people preferred learning in a non-verbal format, and their
muscles and reflexes seemed to store experience as much as their brains
did. They literally learned by doing or experiencing.
"Just look how he shows connection to others," Duo observed. "He fucks.
He cuddles. He touches. I could be all over him, messing around, and he'd
never cross the line, but he liked it. He got it. Me telling him I care
about him wouldn't make nearly the impression that just giving him a hug
or sitting on his lap watching television would."
"He and I are not so different, although I do like hearing you say how
you feel about me," said Heero. "But your touch, and all we do together?
It doesn't need words to explain it. You are a very physically demonstrative
person, and I am able to welcome and enjoy that, and understand it. I'm
afraid it's more of an effort for me to give you the verbal cues you might
But Duo shook his head. "None of us are just one type. My interpersonal
scores were off the charts. I can read people really well. Kept me alive
on the streets, and got me out of a lot of jams during the war. And it
lets me read you like a book, whether you say anything or not." He leaned
over and nuzzled Heero's cheek. "Lucky for you, huh?"
Heero smiled. "Very. But Trowa can't do that, can he? According to these
scores he worse at it than I am, and I'm not very good unless it involves
reading an enemy's intent. I can recognize threats, but I don't pick up
on normal social cues very well."
"Hey, you're learning, right? But Trowa was better socialized than you
are. He gets it enough to function, and most people cut him slack, thinking
he's just shy. But he's sure as hell got some sort of problem around you.
Quatre says there's a dark element to it. What's up with that?"
"I don't know. Perhaps something stemming back to our time during the
"What happened then, anyway?"
"I can only speak from my own viewpoint. I self-destructed, then the next
thing I knew, I was in his circus caravan and he was there, taking care
of me. We hardly spoke most of the time. He tended my physical needs,
fed me-" Heero paused, smiling a little as he thought back. "He taught
me to play cards, and played his flute for me sometimes. But we didn't
talk much. When I told him I was going to seek out the Noventa family
and offer them revenge against me, he packed a knapsack and came with
me. I didn't ask him to. He just did. Then we ended up with Zechs and
Noin an Antarctica . . ."
"Did you mind any of that?"
"No. I suppose I grew to enjoy his company, as much as I was capable of
enjoying anything back then. I remember mostly being focused on my recovery,
and then the work of finding the Noventas. He was just--there."
"And it never occurred to you that there might be some reason why
he was tagging along with you, since it obviously wasn't for your scintillating
"And you never found yourself attracted to him?"
"I didn't think in those terms."
"So you spent practically every waking hour together for over a month,
he tended to your every need, played music for you, tagged along on your
grand quest, and it never occurred to you that maybe he liked you?"
"He slept with me, too," Heero mused.
Heero realized what he'd just said and who he'd said it to and added quickly,
"There was only one bed in the trailer. It was large enough to accommodate
two. I saw no reason at the time for it to be anything other than the
logical thing to do. But there was no uh, snuggling, except for when one
or the other of us would move in our sleep in such a way that brought
us into contact."
Duo rolled his eyes. "Jesus, Heero!"
"I wasn't registering any attraction to you, either, at that point," Heero
"Yeah? Well, if it had been me tending your boo boos and sleeping with
you at night, you would have! I started having wet dreams about you about
five minutes after we met."
"Given what happened in Finland, against all my training and programming,
it was probably just as well we didn't have much time together. I probably
wouldn't have survived the war."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Duo demanded.
"I survived and accomplished what I did by not allowing myself any emotional
attachments whatsoever, and by not letting myself care what happened to
the rest of you, or even myself. If I felt about you then the way I do
now, I would not have been able to function at that level. If nothing
else, I would have been too worried about losing you. After that night
in Finland, you didn't see me for a long time, did you?"
"Nothing unusual about that. We all went months without contact-Oh, I
get it. You were avoiding me. Like I'd notice! Aside from a couple of
days on the Sweeper ship and that undercover set up at the school, you
and I hardly spent twenty-four hours in the same location ever." He paused,
frowning. "I didn't get to hang out with anyone much except those coupla
times with you and the days with Kat in the Maguanac town. You had that
all time with Tro, and both of you hung out with Kat at different times---Hey,
you spent weeks with Quatre! Did anything ever happen with him?"
"No!" It came out rather more stridently than he'd expected, and he realized
that he was actually blushing. Duo, Mr. Higher than Normal Interpersonal
Intelligence Skills, caught him out on it instantly.
"What happened?" he demanded, setting his computer aside and kneeling
to look Heero in the eye. "Did you and 04 need to share a sleeping bag
or a dorm bed for logical reasons, too? Have any comfy moments together
around the ol' campfire?"
"No, we did not, not in any way that was remotely sexual. Quatre was very
pleasant company; I'm sure I wasn't, most of the time. He did teach me
to play chess, and talked quite a lot, whether I responded or not. I suppose
I enjoyed his company on some level, but I was primarily concerned with
evading capture and getting out of Sanque without getting captured or
killed. We were never on the same mission, mentally, and by the end he
was aligning himself with Relena's pacifists. I ended up in a mobile suit,
if you recall."
It was all true, but Duo was still scrutinizing him closely, and still
frowning. "You like him!"
"Of course I do. So do you! You're the one sleeping and dancing with him,
"You're blushing, Heero. You're sweet on the Q-man! I thought so when
you kissed him that last time, and the way you talk to him? You got a
soft spot for our little 04!"
Heero froze, not knowing how to respond. It was true, of course. He'd
already figured that out, but his feelings for Quatre didn't seem to threaten
what he felt for Duo in any way. But how to explain that to Duo?
To his relief, that frown slowly changed to a knowing grin. "So I'm right!"
Heero nodded slowly. "I'm sorry, Duo. I don't want to have sex with him,
"He just makes you feel like hugging him, right?"
"Yes." It was the truth, in part.
"And you probably get all protective over him, right? I bet you want to
clean Trowa's clock for making him feel bad."
Damn Duo's higher than normal Interpersonal Intelligence skills! Heero
But those skills must have worked in his favor, because Duo climbed into
his lap and kissed him. "It's OK, Heero. That's just how I feel! He's
smart and capable and a lot tougher than everyone ever thought, but let's
face it, he's also so damn sweet and cute and kind I just wanna carry
him around like a teddy bear half the time. Trowa feels the same way about
him, only in spades, and with the sex. Kat's just that kinda guy and he
deserves it, too. He's a good person, and he loves the hell out of all
of us. He's nice to cuddle up with in bed, too. Just you wait!"
Heero blinked up at him. Duo was beaming. "So, you want me to sleep with
Quatre because I have feelings for him, but are jealous that I slept with
Trowa without caring about it? This is confusing, even for you!"
Duo rolled his eyes again, but his fingers were busy playing with the
shaggy hair at the back of Heero's neck. "It's totally different! Quatre
doesn't want to have sex with you. I mean, he might be really into messing
around with you, but that's it."
"So even though I don't think of Trowa sexually at all, you're still jealous?"
Duo gave his hair a playful tug. "Hey, it makes sense in my reality. You're
just gonna have to trust me on this."
Heero considered this. "The way I feel about Quatre is the way you feel
about both of them?"
"Yeah, sounds like it."
"And you expect me not to feel jealous about that?"
Duo raised his eyebrows. "Why would ya?"
"Because perhaps in my reality it makes sense?"
The grin faded. "Yeah? Well, our worlds are about to collide when they
show up in four days. I really want to find some way to make this all
work, 'cause--" His voice broke, and he blinked and looked away.
Heero gently cupped Duo's face between his hands, and kissed him tenderly
on the forehead and lips. "I will make it work for you, because it is
what my lover needs. They're like your family, Duo."
Duo made a face. "That's a little creepy. If I had brothers, I wouldn't
be messing around with 'em!"
"Not like brothers, but more than just friends."
"Maybe all four of us should be boyfriends at once, huh?" Duo smirked.
"Or are you having some kinda harem fantasy?"
Heero had never considered such a thing, and was dismayed when his mission-oriented
mind ran a quick test scenario. On a purely intellectual level, it seemed
a needlessly complicated arrangement, fraught with too many unpredictable
variables. He could barely manage Duo as it was. Unfortunately, his body
reacted on quite another level.
Still sitting on his lap, Duo could hardly miss it. "Heero Yuy, you dog!"
He laughed, apparently not offended. Not offended, in fact, to the point
that he was squirming around in a decidedly sensual manner now, and his
eyes were getting that hot 'fuck me' look again, their kitchen table session
less than two hours ago not withstanding.
"What appeals to one as a sexual fantasy does not necessarily have any
bearing on what a person would actually wish to do in real life," Heero
informed him. "Any research into the subject will bear that out."
But Duo wasn't listening. He was in full lap dance mode, resting his hands
on Heero's shoulders as he gyrated sinuously against him, still straddling
Heero's legs and groin. "So, you get to be the master, I'm betting, and
the rest of us are just lying around, panting for you to summon us to
your tent? Hmmm? That what's got your cock all hard, baby? OK, but I wanna
be your favorite, the one the others are all jealous of. But what can
I do? When the Master calls, I just have to obey."
"So what do your little harem boys wear, Master, hmmmm? Want me in sheer
silk trousers and a veil?"
"A gag would be a better idea," but he didn't mean it. Closing his eyes,
he rested his hands lightly on Duo's swaying hips, letting him use those
exceptional verbal skills of his to paint a very erotic fantasy. His own
imagination started adding details--Quatre in blue and Trowa in green
and Duo in--in? Ah yes, Duo in pink silk and a veil and some sort of head
covering, with just those violet eyes showing.
"Duo, you may be my favorite, but you're very naughty," he growled, tightening
his grip on Duo's hips.
Duo let out a breathy little laugh. "Naughty, huh? Maybe that's why
I'm your favorite. Maybe you like what it takes to keep me in line, huh?"
Duo was caught up in his own fantasy now, making it easy enough to flip
him over and pin him across Heero's lap. Heero gave him a few playful
swats on the seat of his jeans.
"Ow ow OW! Too sore, Heero! Jeeze, give a guy--"
Heero caught him by the braid and pulled his head back. "That's 'Master'
to you. And if you get your Master all aroused and distracted while he's
trying to get some serious work done, my little harem boy, then you're
going to have to tend to his needs."
Duo slid sideways off his lap, knelt between Heero's legs and reached
for the buttons of his fly. A wicked little grin was playing about his
lips, but he was flushed and turned on, too. "May I, Master? I promise
to be good. Really, really good!"
"We'll have to see about that." Heero glowered down at him from under
his bangs. "If you please me with that arrogant mouth of yours, perhaps,
just perhaps, I'll spare your tight, sore, much-fucked little bottom.
Or maybe I'll just throw you down and fuck you anyway. I haven't decided."
Duo muttered something that sounded a lot like "created a monster" but
his hands were busy opening Heero's jeans and tugging them down around
his knees. He leaned forward and took Heero's straining erection down
his throat in one smooth swallow.
Their lunchtime coupling had been quick and frenzied, and had left Heero
more sensitized than ever. From the first touch of Duo's hot mouth he
was helpless to do anything but lie there and let his 'slave' do whatever
And Duo seemed to want to swallow him whole and 'fry his circuits'. Using
some remarkable, magical combination of tongue action and suction, he
immobilized Heero, and managed to tug his jeans the rest of the way off
without even breaking rhythm. Heero closed his eyes and let his head fall
back against the couch as Duo pulled his right leg over his shoulder,
pinned Heero's left hand to the couch beside him, and then, a moment later,
slid two long slick fingers into his ass. One of these days Heero was
going to get Duo to teach him how he managed a bottle of lube one-handed,
but now was not the time. Now Heero couldn't have strung three coherent
words together to save his life. He couldn't even form a coherent thought,
once those fingers started massaging his prostate just exactly the way
he liked it. He couldn't honestly say he was glad of all the experience
Duo had had, doing this to other men, but he was certainly happy enough
to reap the benefits. Whether using fingers or his cock, Duo could play
him like a Stradivarius, bringing him to the edge and then letting him
come down just enough to tease and make him beg, without losing the edge
of arousal. He was doing it now, making Heero gasp and moan and babble
and beg out loud in a way that he'd have been utterly mortified for anyone
else to hear. "Don't stop. Oh god, o fuck, baby that's sogoodsogoodsogood
Sweet, naughty little---O fuck! More! Please, more! Nuh-UH!"
He lost count at five near-orgasms before Duo finally relented and brought
him off with one so intense he had to drag him off his cock and up into
his arms or he'd have passed out. As it was he was so out of it he half-crushed
Duo before he got his wits back enough to hear his lover gasping for him
to let go. Heero released him and Duo fell back onto the floor, rubbing
his shoulder and laughing. He had cum on his chin and down the front of
"Sorry," Heero gasped out, still breathless and unable to move. "You OK?"
Duo pulled the neck of his tee shirt aside and showed Heero the dark bite
mark on his shoulder, and the reddening marks where Heero's fingers had
clenched on the soft flesh of his inner arm. "Damn, Heero. I think maybe
you better lighten up on the strength training. You're kinda rough when
you're turned on."
"Sorry!" Heero said again. "You just--just--"
"Yeah, I know," Duo chuckled, climbing back up to cuddle. "I'm too sexy
for my own good. Or safety. Maybe I should tie your hands next time, huh?"
Heero gasped as a spasm of pleasure rocked his spent body.
"So you like that, too!" Duo kissed his way up Heero's sweaty neck to
the corner of his mouth. "Oh, baby, you are my favorite toy!"
And that was the last thing Heero remembered before he woke up half-naked
under a blanket on the couch. The room was dark except for the fire crackling
in the fireplace, and he could smell something delicious cooking in the
kitchen, something with beef and onions and garlic. He could hear pots
and pans rattling and Duo's happy, off key singing. "'I know you love
me. I see the signs. Don't even have to read between the lines. Ooooooooo
baby! How you tease 'n please. Makes me holler, makes me weak in the knees!
Shake me baby, then hold on tight. Gonna rock your world the whole damn
It took a concerted effort for Heero to get up and haul his pants on,
and his knees were noticeably weak as he made his way to the kitchen.
The bright light there made him blink for a moment, and then he burst
Duo was at the stove, stirring some sort of stew while dancing and singing
along with the radio. He jeans and a clean tee shirt, and the most absurdly
frilly sheer organza apron, tied with an enormous floppy bow in back.
His braid swung and bumped against it as he shuffled and fast-stepped,
dancing with his stewpot partner. At Heero's laugh, he left the stove
and danced over to him, still singing. "Shake me, break me, sexy baby.
Gonna spread your wings, an' I don' mean maybe. Take me, shake me, don'
never fake me. Gonna rock your world alllllll night long!"
Heero grabbed him and danced him around the kitchen to the lengthy guitar
and drum duet and final chorus. Duo broke away when it ended just long
enough to stir the pot and fetch them both a cold soda from the fridge.
Heero dropped into a kitchen chair and pulled Duo down to sit sideways
on his lap.
He settled happily, swinging his bare feet like a little kid. "So, sleep
"Very good. You rocked my world--three times in one day."
"Day's not over yet, baby!" Duo said with an evil grin.
"Hn. You also made me miss my appointment with Dr. Batoosingh."
"No problemo. I traded with you. You can have my appointment tomorrow."
"I told him about last night."
Heero looked up at him surprise. They did not usually discuss what went
on in their private sessions. He also squirmed a little inwardly, wondering
what the psychiatrist had made of his actions.
"Don't worry, he already knows how screwed up I am," Duo told him. He
took a drink from his soda. "He described your tactics as 'creative' and
'probably therapeutic'. His exact words. He also said I'm kinda on the
manic side today, but he's not worried about it as long as I stay on my
meds. Which I will, promise!"
Heero ran a finger under the frilly pink band of the apron. "And is this
part of you being manic?"
Duo pretended to pout. "Master doesn't like?"
"Master can barely walk, if that's what you're up to."
"Naw, just thought you'd get a kick out of it. The guys and I found it
in a drawer last time we were here. Kat says it's called a 'hostess apron'.
You should see me in it with nothing else underneath! Or him, for that
matter. That'll give you naughty thoughts for sure, I bet!" He grinned
and wiggled a little on Heero's knee. "Sure it doesn't turn you on, just
"I think I'll stick with the harem fantasy for now, thanks. You looked
very cute in pink, by the way."
"Oooooo, I'll bet! I had you in one of those Lawrence of Arabia get ups,
with a big ol' whip handy in case I got outta line."
"Did you tell Dr. B about that?"
"No, he had enough to handle as it was. Bet you'll have a fun time with
"I don't think I'll be able to look him in the eye. But I'll manage. What
smells so good?"
"I cooked! You know I'm manic when I cook instead of just opening a can.
Tonight's specialty is beef stew a la Maxwell. Which means I cut up a
steak and threw in everything else that seemed like a good idea at the
time. Good thing for us I couldn't get the anchovies open. I found some
cooking sherry in a cupboard and threw some of that in, but I didn't drink
any. Shinigami's honor!"
Manic or not, Duo made a very good beef stew. By the time they started
on second helpings, he'd calmed down a little. "Today was fun, but are
we any closer to solving the Trowa problem?"
"Actually, I had an idea when I woke up," Heero told him. "Trowa learns
best though physical lessons, right?"
"You are not--"
"No, no sex with Trowa. But sex is something he understands."
Heero smiled. "What time are they planning on arriving on Thursday?"
"Around four, I think. It'll depend on traffic out of Boston."
"I will need you naked, horny, and manic by three thirty."
Duo's brows shot up. "Naked and-- Say what?"
Heero patted Duo on his organza and frill-covered thigh. "Trust me, Duo.
I'm the one with the high body-kinesthetic intelligence here, right?"
1. The differing types of intelligence Heero and Duo discuss come from
research done in the '80s by Dr. Howard Gardner, who posited that differing
types of intelligence require various creative teaching philosophies.
It remains controversial, but I think it makes a lot of sense. For a very
simplified outline of the types, see:
For more info see: http://www.thomasarmstrong.com/multiple_intelligences.htm
My application of these types to the G-Boys is pure conjecture on my part.
2. The song Duo is singing is an original I wrote for the story. I mean,
it's hundreds of years in the future, right? So why are most fan fic characters
listening to our version of classic rock/techno/alternative/etc. Doesn't
anyone still write music in the future. Yes, I say! And people will still
like the blues and the blues will still be all about sex and the lyrics
will still make very little sense unless you listen with a dirty mind.
Although I'm sure you'll be able buy Indigo Girls and Flock of Seagulls
CDs on eBay then. Some things don't change. Heero probably gets dozens
of spams in his email, too ('cause even Heero "super hacker" Yuy won't
be able to outsmart all the spammers, may they all rot in hell forever.)
He'll get tearful bogus requests for that money laundering scheme from
Nigeria (which Heero wisely ignores), and breast and penis enlargement
offers (he laughs and deletes those) and Viagra knock offs (deletes those,
but on Duo's manic days he occasionally wonders if it will eventually
come to that, just to keep up with the little horn dog) and links to "hot
and horny naked GIRLZ ON GIRLZ" sites. (He growls and goes 'Hn' a lot
and deletes those, too.) Duo always clicks on those links, which is why
he gets more spam than anyone in the group. Wufei will be the only who
has an "Adult ID" code, under a fake name of course, and he's all secretly
ashamed of himself for needing it and doesn't want anyone to know of course.
Most of the sites he surfs feature "Hot young-" Well, you'll see.
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