Takes place between(Getting) Physical (in) Geology and Five Black Dresses
by Zillie
category: AU college
parings: 3+4, eventual 1+2, maybe more later. . . .
warnings: yaoi, black Beetles and pink BMWs, sexual innuendo, language
rating: probably R for language. . . . please enjoy. . . .

Road Trip + Part 1

"Hey, Duo. Do you know this guy called Heero Yuy?"

Duo Maxwell dropped the end of his braid, which he'd been toying with as he worked his way through the Book of Ezra, and turned to stare at his roommate. "Quatre. Think." Sitting up, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, just barely avoiding banging his head on the above bunk where said roommate slept. "Do I know Heero Yuy? After spending the last semester listening to you bitch about how there's finally someone on the fencing team who can beat you?"

"Not all the time," Quatre pointed out. "And I don't bitch. I just liked being the best."

"Yes, well, as far as the ninety-nine percent of this campus that remains unaware that we have a fencing team is concerned, you still are," Duo pointed out.

The Arabian bowed. "Thank you, thank you. Gundam University Golems, undefeated once again." The quarterback of the school's football team flexed his muscles and grinned at his roommate. Duo rolled his eyes. "Besides, he's the TA of my Japanese class."

Quatre froze in mid-flex. "The TA from Hell? Stone-sama? The Dodo from Kyoto? That's Heero?"

"You can't just say it the dodo from Kyoto," Duo objected. "You have to say it really fast. . . so it sort of rhymes. Otherwise it just sounds dumb."

"That's because it is dumb. I didn't know that Heero was. . . what was that other nickname you had for him?" Quatre asked innocently. "Ah, yes."

"Don't say it," Duo warned.

"Mr. Gorgeous," Quatre chuckled. "That was it. Mr. Gorgeous. You never told me his real name before."

"Three guesses why, Mr. I Can't Keep a Secret," Duo groaned, flopping back onto his mattress. "Did you have a reason for asking me this?"

"Oh, right," Quatre said. "Well, it's like this. I was talking to him today at fencing practice, and he mentioned that he was looking for a cheap way home."


"And he lives in Vermont. About forty minutes away from you," Quatre told him. "And since you're not driving Hilde home like usual, you've got room in that little toy you call a car."

"Shinigami is not a toy," Duo said.

"There's just something wrong about not only driving a Beetle, but naming it after the god of Death," Quatre observed, rifling through his closet.

"Ah, go bang your pet cheerleader," his roommate grumbled.

Quatre flourished a tube of lube. "I intend to. Don't wait up."

Duo growled.

"You're just jealous because not only is he a cheerleader, he's a gymnast."

"So he can give you head while standing on his head?" Duo asked idly, going back to his homework.

Quatre flushed. "Ah. Oh. A joke. Ha ha."

Duo stared at him. "Does he really?"

"I'm going to be late. See you later."

"Tell Trowa I said hi!" Duo yelled after his roommate, and then, as soon as the door was shut, grinned.

"Me and Heero Yuy, driving from Virginia to Vermont. Just the two of us. This could be good."


"Just the two of us, I said," Duo grumbled, "this could be good, I said. My ass. My fucking ass. Hell, no. I wish it were my ass -- "

"Are you talking to yourself again?" Hilde asked.

Duo shot her a quelling glare as he tried to stuff yet another suitcase into the trunk of Relena Darlian's pink -- fucking pink -- BMW.

Hilde grinned shamelessly. "Did I tell you how much I appreciate you caravanning with us all the way up to Relena's cousin's house in Conneticut?"

"You just knew," Duo wheezed, "that you weren't going to be able to fit everything in."

"What, you thought I was after the pleasure of your company?" she joked, and then eyed the trunk again. "Hmm. Maybe we had better put some stuff in Shinigami."

"You forget I've got someone else riding with me," Duo said. "He might need all the space I've got left."

"Oh, right, Heero," Hilde said. "Hey, Du, I wanted to talk to you about that, actually."

"Bout what, Hil?"

The girl brushed a dark lock of hair out of her face. "Well, it's like this. Relena sort of likes Heero."

Duo felt himself go still all over.

"Does she?" he asked in a fairly normal sounding voice.

"Yeah. A lot, actually -- they had some computer class together. I think he was the TA, actually."

"Really?" Duo asked. Geez, the guy must have time on his hands.

"Yeah, whatever. So I was thinking that it'd be nice if we could work it so that they have some time alone together. You know?"

"Hmm," Duo muttered noncommittally.

Hilde grinned. "I knew you'd see it my way!" She dashed off to get yet more luggage.

"She doesn't know that you like him?" Quatre asked, coming up behind his roommate.

"Hilde. . . she knows I'm gay," Duo said. "But it never really occurs to her that anyone else may be. I mean, I don't know if Heero is or not, but. . . ."

"You can hope," Quatre said. "And I would be willing to bet that he's at least bi. Just from having talked to him."

Duo gave his roommate a half smile. "Yeah, well, you think that after a year and half of being friends I can't tell when you're trying to make me feel better?"

His friend shrugged and sat down beside him on the curb of Relena's car.

"So you're going home with Trowa for Christmas?"

Quatre nodded. "Yeah. He wants me to meet his adopted sister Catherine, and since my family's Muslim, it's not like it's a big deal or anything."

"Y'know, Q, I like Trowa and all, but sometimes I just wish that you and I had gotten together."

"I don't know, Duo. Our one date. . . well, I couldn't have spent my life having dates like that."

"What? It was fun."

Quatre stood, brushing off his khakis. "Exactly. It was fun. You're fun. You're a great deal of fun. But I, on the other hand, am not. I'm boring. I'm serious. I'm a romantic. You and I weren't great match." His eyes went soft as he noticed the tall banged figure walking closer. "But I fit Trowa, and Trowa fits me."

"I'll take your word for it," Duo said. "That is, unless that constituted an invitation to a threesome."

Quatre bestowed a kiss upon his lover. "I don't share."

"Glad to hear it," Trowa murmured, kissing the blond back. Duo tapped his foot.

Hilde ran up. "Here's the last!" She paused, watching Quatre perform a tonsillectomy on his lover. "Jeez. They're really going at it, aren't they?"

"Just be glad you don't have to live with that," Duo told her. "Hil, this is going to have to go in the backseat."

"But then we won't have room to stretch out," she pouted. "There's room in Shinigami?"

He sighed and gave in, something he'd had a lot of practice in during the ten years they'd known each other. "I suppose. Depends on how much stuff Heero has."

Hilde squealed and hugged him. "Duo, you're the best! Oh, hi, Heero."

Startled, Duo spun around. "Heero."

The shorter youth nodded. "Duo. Hilde." They had met for coffee two nights before, and discussed the plans for the trip. Heero's eyes went to something past Duo. "Good morning, Relena."

"Heero, Duo, Hilde. Ahem. Uh. Good morning, Trowa, Quatre."

The enthusiastic blond dragged his mouth away from his lover's. "Oh, hi, Relena. Heero? When did you get here?"

"Somewhere between half and full erections," Duo told him, and was rewarded with a squeal and smack from Hilde and a flush on Relena's face. Quatre just eyed him smugly.

"You're just jealous," he proclaimed, and, before the braided wonder knew what was going on, the blond leaned in and kissed him. On the mouth. With tongue. "Merry Christmas, Duo," Quatre whispered. "Get lucky."

Duo was horribly afraid that he was the one flushing now.

Trowa reached out and pulled his lover to him. "None of that, now." He smiled at Duo. "Have a good break. All of you."

"See you next year!" Quatre yelled, and then he and his lover were gone.

"Look, Du, Heero's only got two little bags," Hilde wheedled. "There's room in Shinigami now, isn't there?"

"Shinigami?" Heero asked, sounding startled.

"Duo's car," Hilde explained, pointing towards the vintage black Beetle. "He named it Shinigami."

"How. . . reassuring," Heero replied.

Duo grinned and went to retrieve the extra bags from Relena's car.

"You think that's scary, wait `til you drive with him," Hilde said, and neatly caught the keys that Duo threw at her.

"How long is this drive?" Heero asked weakly.

Hilde looked at her watch. "It's ten a.m. on Thursday now, right? We should be there by, oh, next Tuesday. Easy."

"But it's only nine hours away," Heero protested.

Hilde grinned evilly. "You really haven't driven with Duo before."

Heero almost managed to smile back. "But -- "

"Okay!" Duo cheered, bouncing back over. "You guys ready? We're ready! Let's go!"

Watching Heero's face as Duo pulled him into the car, Hilde almost felt sorry for him.



Thursday, 10:00 am. Depart Gundam University.

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