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"Band of Steel"Written By: Kaeru Shisho Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Gundam Wing
or its characters, nor do I make any monetary profit off this story. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, shounen-ai, yaoi in later chapters,
some language, drugs Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4x3 Summary: With the Sanc battle of the bands contest on the horizon, do the GW boys need the exciting singer from L2 to give them the winning edge? Other credits: Songs are credited in the chapters they are used. Recognition should go to the late Mitch Hedburg for a couple of his wonderful one-liners used. In chapters 7, 11, 12, 15, 17, and 18, dialog from the anime was incorporated directly into the storyline. Acknowledgment goes to someone else for the 'cats are gay', 'knowing color names is gay', and other gay jokes sailing around the Internet. And the New Age affirmations are not mine, but may seen and heard everywhere, even in the GW universe. (Original version 2007 - this is the rewrite version
2009) "Band of Steel " Chapter 16 - To the Moon and Back "I don't get it," Duo complained. "What's to get?" Wufei said. "Shhh!" Trowa hissed. They all crowded around TV in the palatial Peacecraft living room where Trowa and Heero were paying a videogame, and currently taking turns pummeling one another's diminutive, fighting characters into bloody messes. Duo turned to Wufei. "I thought you said you beat Treize." "In a manner of speaking," Wufei corrected him. "Right. Then why we are now part of some bargain, and you're so depressed?" "I'm not depressed!" Wufei insisted. "Aw, he's just pissed 'bout being grounded for stealing Zechs' fancy-ass sports car to try and run away with his girlfriend," Trowa said with a quick grin. "Ooooh, yeah! Gotcha, Yuy!" "Lucky move," Heero snapped. "Again." Wufei snorted. "I was helping Quatre, and you know it! More like your girlfriend." "Yuy goes for another ass-kicking," Trowa said with a chuckle, ignoring Wufei's comment. "So, you're stuck here with us?" Duo asked Wufei. "Yes. I should do my exercises, but Zechs locked me out of the gym." "You know, 'Fei-man, I've learned a lot from Zech's New Age crap." Duo flashed him a toothy smile. "Do tell." "Way I figure it, you can take advantage of this setup and embrace your heterosexuality. Just start a harem with the girls the rest of us don't want. You know, Dorothy, Relena, and Cathy along with your current conquest, Miss Po. I'm sure your clan-based morals approve of your having concubines as well as a wife." Duo completely ignored his fellow band member's purple-toned face about to explode next to his. "Listen!" Trowa snapped. "F-mumph!" Heero mashed a hand over Wufei's sputtering mouth, because he was the only one strong enough to do that. Trowa hushed them again. Notes to a melancholy song picked out on piano keys wafted into the room. "Quatre plays that classical stuff really well," Duo commented then with a wry smile said, "Say, Trowa? Why don't you give me that controller so Heero can beat the shit out of me?" "Sure," Trowa dropped the game without another thought and glided out of the room. "Now, just so I get all the subtle details you guys see as obvious, why is the Sanc Battle of the Bands now a battle against the Syndicate?" Duo asked again. "Shut up and play." (o) Trowa loved to listen to Quatre play the piano. It transported him to a better place, a higher plane of existence, where elegant men and women danced in fantastic costumes surrounded by magnificent grandeur. It was a wildly romantic notion in a world of peace and comfort and where the bad guys didn't exist. For kids like Trowa, it was a respite from his harsh past. That was what Quatre brought him. He wanted to call out to his friend and talk about what he was playing. When he entered the room, though, Trowa's breath caught in his throat. Quatre wasn't alone. Trowa watched as Lady Une approached Quatre from the window seat. She gently embraced him then took a seat in a nearby chair. Trowa didn't understand why she was still staying at Zechs' house, rather than at her own home, or what her interest was in Quatre. He remained out of their line of sight and listened. When he realized that the two were simply discussing music and complaining about the state of the world, Trowa left the private scene. Quatre needed comfort from every quarter, and if Lady Une could offer him consolation, well, Trowa wouldn't wish to disturb them. Trowa came up with another idea and climbed the staircase to the bedrooms. He did wish he could be more effective at comforting Quatre, and hoped that playing music together would work. So, far, Trowa had done what he could, pretending nothing had happened on L4, but felt nothing was going to get them back to where they were before Wufei stormed into his room to tear him away. Fuckin'A bad timing, Chang! There was that promising start in the garden where Quatre had surprised him with his forwardness. After leaving Duo and Heero in the garden, Trowa really did just show Quatre his picture album from the circus, the one his sister had put together for him. Quatre had been so close, leaning into him, so he could smell his aftershave and admire his flawless complexion. Torn between grinding the other boy into the mattress and kicking him out of the room to preserve their friendship, Quatre made up his mind for him and kissed him. One, two, thr...presto! Like magic! Chang appears! Trowa cursed Wufei's timing again. He dug through the tangle in his closet until he found his penny whistle. He tucked it in his front pocket and loped back downstairs, whistling an old Celtic tune. Maybe if he expended a little more effort, he could do more for Quatre. When he arrived at the doorway, Lady Une was leaning forward, listening intently to what the distraught young man was saying. "Go on-" "I killed him! I know, the gun wasn't real, but if it had been I would have! I intended to kill my friend and I killed my, um... well, someone very important to me. I have no family run to. No place to escape. I have to live with the fact that I'm capable of murdering those closest to me!" Trowa stood in the doorway, stunned to hear Quatre blaming himself for the shooting incident and his "death." Everyone understood that Quatre was acting out of stress and hallucinating at the time. It had been explained over and over! He had been sure that Zechs' New Age Philosophy had gotten through to Quatre: "Unfortunately, Quatre, there are hardships that we are meant to endure, but we are never meant to suffer beyond our capacity. By asking for help you are sending the message out to the universe, and help will come back to you." Trowa shook his head free of the memory--and the chiming of the overhead crystal candelabra-- to listen to what Lady Une was saying. "Quatre, can you put yourself back there and think, tell me who you thought you were firing at, who you were protecting?" Lady Une asked, her voice steady and calm. Trowa recognized this, her kind, receptive, well-meaning persona, as the one he faced when they had gone out on what he considered to be far less than a date. But the strength and determination and spirit in her manner was something he hadn't noticed before. Had the recent trauma changed her? Quatre's voice cracked as he answered. "Ah, I-I saw my friends, lying injured. I found a weapon and pushed over a bookcase to blockade the door, but they came for them anyway. I warned him, but he came anyway so I shot him. But-" "Quatre, you shot the enemy to protect your friends, don't you see? You weren't seeing straight, even though you were thinking right. Now, I'm no doctor, but you have been through a terrible time. The shock of knowing your family was endangered and seeing you home damaged was traumatic. Now, it's so wonderful that your sisters are all going to be fine, your magnificent corps saw to their safety. You didn't know that at the time." "But my father--" "I'm so sorry you lost him before you could be reconciled," Lady Une said. "Me, too," Quatre said. He broke down and sobbed. They sat a few moments, until Quatre pulled himself together and started talking again. It gave Trowa time to think. Trowa felt now that Lady Une was a combination of the different personalities Trowa had associated with her in the past. "But it never would have happened, an end to our dispute. Our conflict was over my sexual orientation." Quatre began picking out a tune with one hand. "He wouldn't tolerate a gay son, and I can't help that I am and can't be what I'm not." "Oh," she said with tenderness and understanding, "that's tough. Do you have a boyfriend?" He edged closer, but still he could hardly make out what Quatre said. He was dying to hear what Quatre would say, because he wasn't hiding a boyfriend around here and their kiss was just a kiss, not a promise. "No, but I'm working on it. You see, I shot him and I don't know if he'll ever trust me again. I'm just hoping the guys will still want me in the band. I wouldn't. Not a raving mad... worthless... castoff like me." What? Trowa felt like he'd swallowed ice water and had a python wrapped around him, tightening, constricting his breathing. Quatre was hurting, and he'd been giving him his space, but now he could see that he had only been making it worse. Now he'd make it better. He stepped forward, knowing what he needed to do next, holding his whistle in the air. "Yo, Quatre! Can I join you?" Quatre's eyes lit up and a blush reached his ear tips. The afternoon sun chose that moment to enter the line of high windows, which lined the outside wall. The concentration of light cast a golden skin across the marble floor and beaded the graceful arc of the window frames with gold work. That was the backdrop behind Quatre. Trowa coughed as he sucked in a lungful of air too fast. He had forgotten how to breathe and walk at the same time. His eyes were locked on Quatre's and refused to let go. He wanted to communicate something important, but could he? Trowa was better at hiding than revealing his innermost thoughts. "Are you okay, Trowa?" Une asked him. He nodded, still clearing his throat. He felt Une rising to her feet at his side. She was scrutinizing both of their reactions trying to figure out where she fit in, he supposed. Well, let her try 'cause I sure don't know. Trowa had enjoyed his almost-dates with Lady Une. He liked women, their curves and soft voices-sweet. Une's older-woman experience had been very appealing and he felt fondness for her. But Quatre attacked him like a bandit. His pristine beauty had raided Trowa's mind, leaving him bereft of clever banter, and had stolen his heart. Quatre raised a passion in him he'd never felt before. Right at that moment, with both sweethearts in the same place and time, Trowa knew for sure that he was a goner. "Hello, Lady Une." Trowa greeted her with a hushed voice, and without breaking his contact with the pair of azure eyes. "You are welcome to stay, if you wish," Quatre said. Trowa wasn't sure if he meant him or Lady Une, so to be polite he added, "Don't let me chase you away." "Thank you, but I have a call to make. It was nice talking to you, Quatre. Trowa--" She smiled. Trowa thought Lady Une was quite the "lady" to excuse herself from the room with grace and alacrity. Perhaps Zechs was right. Maybe Lady Une's two personalities had merged. She was one classy woman, indeed. And not his. (o) "Our battle took place on many levels." Wufei told Duo. "Levels? I only saw the one with the two of you flat on your butts on the ground," Duo said, waving his game controller at him. He knew he was tormenting the drummer. "I just don't get the deal he and Zechs made-- using us." "To answer your question for the tenth time, Maxwell," Wufei began. He took on the pedantic air of one of his ancient, withered, and long-dead, instructors on L5 and paced the room. "Although, after that last insulting, coarse remark I don't know why I bother-," "Me neither--" Duo began before Heero silenced him with a riveting glare set to "silencer." Wufei nodded in gratitude to Heero, and then continued. "Although Khushrenada was down, he was not out. He agreed to leave L4 and taper off on his claim to L5, but we can be certain that is only temporary." "Which was what I was sayin'," Duo interrupted. "I was not done with my explanation!" Wufei clipped off imperiously. "We had no authority to arrest him, and he had the local police in his pocket." "You could have chopped off his head... like... that! Ah, ha! Gotcha, Heero! I can't believe I won a round! Yaaaaa-whoooooweee!" "Duo, you are a bad winner," Heero grumbled. "Now I shall have to destroy you." "Heh, heh, heh...no way. Now that I got my death-ray workin', I become the great destroyer!" Duo crowed. "Shut up and sit down if you want to play another round," Yuy said. Duo did so, so fast his jeans rode down too far in the back and he had to wiggle and squirm to yank them back up. Heero nudged him with a knee and waited for Duo to look up, and when he did, Heero raked his eyes over Duo and smiled. He let his desire show. Duo pressed his lips hard into a line and huffed, "Don't think I'm gonna go soft on ya for that." "No, I was thinking, hard," Heero said in a whisper inches from Duo's ear, "and more about going down on you." That comment elicited a chuckle from Duo, as he took up his controller. "Think again." He glanced over at Wufei, whose head was turned away, lips pursed in a moue of distaste. "So, you're telling me you didn't chop his head off because you might get in trouble over it?" "No! Well, yes," he conceded. "I wanted justice served, but Zechs and Treize..." Wufei paused as he flopped in a chair, his ego deflated, "They go back a ways." "A ways? Like Zechs and him had somethin' going at one time?" "Business related, yes, but Zechs opted for the New Age order and not the underworld, so they parted ways." "Ouch! Heero that was one low blow... aaaaah! Damn, your guy is strong," Duo wailed. "I am quick, Duo," Heero said not bothering to cover his smug tone. "You are talking and distracted." "Again!" Duo demanded. "I'll kick your ass next time." "You can try." Duo settled back into the video game, but within minutes he was back to the discussion with Wufei. "So Treize and Zechs once worked together but then Zechs put on the white hat and Treize the black and they split up. That's grounds for us to trust this 'deal' they made?" "Zechs agreed to the stakes-" "The stakes being us. Treize has backed the OZ sponsored band Epyon. Whoever wins the contest, buys the other a round of drinks?" This time Heero cut in with the reply. "I believe the wager was for the winner to help the other reach his goal." "I ain't fuckin' helping the syndicate!" Duo declared. "Then we had better win," Heero muttered. "Then you'd better be good." In unison, the three boys turned toward the source of the comment. The new voice came from a young woman entering the room. She was smiling, but only in Wufei's direction. "You know who you are competing against, don't you? The lead singer of Epyon is Mariemaia Khushrenada, Treize's daughter." "Miss Po?" Wufei knocked over his chair getting up so quickly. "I didn't know you were coming over. How...how ...ah-" "Unexpected? Yes, well. I wanted to see how you all were, particularly Quatre," Sally Po said. "That and I wanted to see the man who bested Treize Khushrenada with a sword." "Oh, it wasn't really all me," he said humbly. "Uh, huh, baby. Why don't you and I take a walk and you can tell me the whole story and let me decide, okay?" From his expression it appeared his depression would now pass and he'd be back to fighting form in no time, just by meeting with Sally Po. "Walk? Alone? Do you think that's proper?" he asked. "No, but it's fun. Come on, just around the garden," she said. "I won't bite...hard. Ha, ha, ha!" Wufei took her for a shorter walk, upstairs to his room. (o) Elsewhere, Quatre and Trowa played lovely music together. Trowa blew his penny whistle with considerable skill as he zipped around the melodies. Far from limited, he was able to evoke sounds of yearning and sorrow from his instrument. Quatre accompanied him both on the piano and by singing. Quatre's inspiring and affecting rendition of "Foggy Dew" was passionate enough to cause even the most deep-seated pacifist to answer a call to arms. The tunes they played had a lovely flow to them and Quatre's sweet voice became instrument. The gentleness of the music helped to underscore the intensity of the lyrics without fading away into the background entirely. Clearly, Quatre was not in the mood for anything but moving ballads, so the music range narrowed entirely to become comforting and soul-soothing; music to meditate to or unwind with after an especially harrowing adventure. After the forth tune, Quatre stopped. Trowa lowered his penny whistle and tapped the spit out against his leg. "You're pretty soulful today," Trowa said. "Am I?" Quatre looked away, smiling faintly. "I guess I am." His gaze returned to Trowa. "I just want to get loaded and forget everything. Before we left, Rashid packed me some superlative hashish." "Rashid? When was that? He was busy hauling out those last remaining bodies in the nursery." "We talked some about what had happened. My father's last stand. The corpsmen lost defending him. He gave me a...gift." Quatre's gaze included Trowa's face in a fleeting scan. His smile weakened. "Interested?" Trowa shook his head. "You sure that's the best idea?" he asked, then knew, instantly, that it wasn't what he intended to say, and definitively was clumsy. Quatre's forced smile faded entirely. "I-I guess I should talk to Duo." No! Trowa didn't want Quatre turning to Duo Maxwell. His voice hardened with sudden fear, surprising him with its harshness. "Why's that?" "Oh, just for some lessons." Quatre's voice trailed off. His eyes were unfocused on a distant spot beyond the window. "Okay, you stumped me with that comment." The sun moved lower, the intense rays blocked by a garden gazebo, and cast the room in soft filtered light and dark shadows. The blue of Quatre's eyes deepened in intensity and shimmered. When the sun inched further, the rays traced the outline of Quatre's hair like a halo. He appeared to dissolve into sheer light and luster. When Quatre turned, his eyes were brimming with tears. The vision sucked the breath from Trowa's lips. "I just need some company, and all I have to offer any more is some dope and...my body. There's nothing else." "That's...just not true," Trowa said. "Isn't it? I hardly interest you, do I?" "Quatre," Trowa began, but as usual, the words he fought to say dried up in his mouth. Why was it so hard to put into words how he felt and make it convincing? It was easier to wait for Quatre to say it for him. Quatre sighed. "It's okay. It's not your fault." He stood and was halfway to the door when Trowa realized he had to move, and he absolutely had to make his voice operational. No one was going to do it for him, especially not Quatre, whose heart was damaged. "Wait! Listen, I, ah, do care lots. You can tell, can't you? You can feel things the rest of us can't. So, hold up and I'll go with. We can get off together." Trowa wrapped an arm around the shorter boy's shoulders. "I just wasn't in any hurry to go back upstairs. It's pretty hot in my room." Quatre sighed and leaned into him. "I kept my window shut and it's cool." "Then yours it is," Trowa said. They shared timid smiles along the way, but once in Quatre's room, Trowa pulled him in for a kiss, more lingering than their first. The next, more still. The third kiss found them settling on top of the bed, where they could be more comfortable. Quatre surrendered to him, falling back onto the pillows. He pushed the edge of Quatre's shirt up to expose some skin to touch and kissed him harder. Trowa hoped he could lift Quatre's mood. Trowa thought about how he and Quatre had been friends for months before doing anything sexual. There was no seduction involved. Now it seemed they both wanted to add sex to the friendship mix. The only thing that had changed was now he had to think about what Quatre would like rather than simply following his instincts. As he saw it, until he got to know a person really well he couldn't know what made them tick, what they'd like, what Quatre would like. Lately, he and Quatre had been talking about everything. Trowa learned that neither of them had a whole heck of a lot of faith in the current political process. He knew about Quatre's competitive nature in sports, and his determination to be a good musician and win the Battle of the Bands. But taking the next step-- it was as if a pit opened at his feet. And then he noticed the economy-sized box of condoms on the side table. Ribbed, prelubed. "Trowa? Are you okay?" "Are you sure you're ready for...that?" "That? What do you mean?" "Fucking." "Um," the blond said. "What made you think--?" Quatre sat up and studied the dresser top where Trowa's eyes had been glued. "Twelve each." He sank back onto the mattress and chuckled. "Maybe we can make do." He breathed deeply and reached for Trowa's shoulder pulling him closer, beckoning him with a husky, "Come here." Trowa scooted down and lay on his back beside him. "Here I am." "You're my best friend. Spending the day with you feels great, no matter what we do. A whole day hiking is just as good as laying here with you now. We don't have to do anything, you know. Just for me, but-" Trowa leaned over and kissed his cheek, gliding his tongue across his cheek, along his jaw all the way to his pink lips. Quatre wiggled enticingly. Feeling his body heat against him, Trowa was getting incredibly turned on. Trowa's face hovered inches above Quatre's. "Can I take off your clothes?" he whispered. "Oh, please do." "Why are you blushing?" "I can't help it! I always do." "God, Quatre, you make my blood boil and my mind go crazy." They became so completely occupied with one another that when Wufei started shrieking from his room next door, they only parted long enough to listen for the next outburst. The next eruption of noise was the sound of Sally's laugh. Trowa decide that it didn't matter how much shouting Wufei did from then on out. "Ignore them," he murmured into Quatre's ear then returned to sucking on the soft skin around his bellybutton. Sally can murder him in his bed if that's what she was doing over there or downstairs or outside or wherever they were, Trowa thought. He was going to demonstrate to Quatre how he felt where all words failed him. Not this time, Chang. Not. This. Time "Aaaargh!" Wufei's cry pierced the paper-thin walls, followed by thundering footfalls. "Trowa! Get up! Something's wrong. I just know it!" Quatre cried out, dragging a very reluctant Trowa to his feet. "Come on!" "What's wrong is gonna be Chang's face, when I get through with beating his skull in..." "What was that, Trowa? Hurry!" (o) As Sally and Wufei left the living room, Relena and Dorothy joined Heero and Duo. "Is that Quatre playing the piano?" Relena asked. "I haven't heard him in ages." "I hear a flute, too," Dorothy noted. "Who's that?" "Trowa and Lady Une are with him," Heero said. "Oh," Dorothy said, as if she was looking to check on them. "Leave them be," Heero warned. "Oh, poor Quatre, though. How is he?" Relena asked. Heero let out an exasperated sigh. "Not good. His family's dispersed, his father dead, his home damaged, his family's businesses crumbling, his colony in chaos--" "I've never really heard the story behind your trip, Duo," Dorothy interrupted. Duo delivered his version of the unexpected visit to L4, his first to that colony as a shuttle passenger. "So I followed the noise to its source only to find all this carnage. I thought my band, my best friends were, well, they were surrounded by all these dead bodies and blood, and I hadn't been feeling so hot all day, and, ah, the upshot -well; perhaps I should find another word." "Please do," Heero said with a frown, but ruined the effect of being mad at Duo by chuckling. He was distracted by Duo as the singer extended his long legs to their full length on the floor then leaned his head back onto the seat of the couch. When he stretched his arms up to cup at the back of his head, it left his torso unprotected. Heero, a hand's width to his left and similarly extended and relaxed, closed his eyes against temptation. It did not help. He could imagine touching that firm flesh with his eyes shut just as well as when they were open. "Hey, blood belongs in the body not painting a room!" Duo said. "In a body, yes," Heero muttered. Duo kicked Heero's foot, bare foot to bare foot. "I understand," Dorothy said. She patted Duo's braid, which was snaked over the couch between the two girls. "What I saw at Lunar Recording was terrible, and I didn't do a thing! I'm just grateful Mr. Khushrenada dropped the charges against me." "Don't be," Duo said. "He does nothing out of the goodness of his heart. He will extract his price, sooner or later." "Oh, please, Duo," Relena implored. "Don't let us get into that argument again. I just wanted to have a nice relaxing afternoon with the people I like best, okay? Please?" Duo grunted. Heero kicked him. "Okay, okay, sure. So, what do we talk about then? Fashion?" "Silly. We don't know you very well. We can talk about you," Dorothy said. Duo rolled his eyes and grinned. "Twist my arm." "So, do you have a girlfriend?" Dorothy began. "Nope!" "That's a good start. Um, what do you look for in a girl?" "Sense of humor, definitely. And smart. I like smart." "Um, you are so sweet. And the hair. It's really hot." "Thanks. It's especially hot in summer," Duo quipped. "Funny boy. Tell us how you met Heero," Relena said. "He met me along with the rest of the band and their handler-" he ducked a playful blow from Heero, but not the next. "Ouch!" "Baby," Heero muttered. "Go on, where were you?" "I was singing and Zechs wanted me for the band, simple as that." "Then you are from around here," Relena said. "I thought you were from L2." "He is," Heero put in. "Interesting place, L2. I liked the club scene." Dorothy's fingers stopped combing through the loose hair around Duo's face. "L2? You don't say? So, you grew up there and then moved here?" "The day Relena moved back this summer, I think," Duo said. She withdrew her hands as if scalded. "You just moved here!" "Yeah." His eyes roved around looking for the massaging fingers. Relena slapped her friend's hands. "Oh, don't worry. Zechs had him checked out and everything. He's safe." Duo was about to complain, when Heero replaced Dorothy's hand with his, saying, "You know, the feeling of hair sliding between the fingers is incredibly soothing." Duo hummed. "And 'safe' isn't at all the word I would have used to describe this guy," Heero said. He hoped that his level voice and continuing massage told Duo more about his state of mind than any words. "Yeah, I got all the usual tests, 'course I don't get the regular AIDS test anymore. I get the roundabout AIDS test. Here's how that works: I ask my L2 friend. 'Solo,' I say, 'Do you know anybody who has AIDS?' And Solo, he says, 'No.' And I say, 'Cool, because you know me.' Get it? That means I don't have AIDS by inference." Duo grinned and twisted around so he could catch Dorothy's horrified expression; at least, Heero guessed that it soon would be from the mischievous glint in Duo's eye. Heero hoped Duo would turn more so he could watch his jeans slip down further. Duo's mouth opened. It was all Heero could do not to stick his hand down Duo's pants and jam his cock into that wide open mouth. Duo caught Dorothy's hand in his. "That was just a joke, by the way. So, you looking for some action? That why you're all curious about me?" "What? No! I-I was just being nice, asking about you." Duo ran a delicate finger up her arm and down, ending at her pulse point, which he kissed lightly. Then he ran his tongue over the spot he'd kissed, just a brief sweep. "Yes, you were." Both Heero and Relena watched this seduction with fascination. "So, did the kids like your band on your tour?" Relena asked. Duo's look of incredulity cracked Heero up. He barked out a laugh that caught Relena by surprise. "What's so funny, Heero? It was a perfectly well-intended question." "You make us sound like a kiddy sing-a-long group," Heero told her. "Oh, well, I'm so sorry," she said sarcastically and slapped playfully at his shoulder. "Maybe I should have asked how Sanc's hottest new boy band did on the road?" "Sounds better to me," Duo said. "We were smashing, ladies. A smashing hit abroad." Heero wanted nothing more than to kiss that smirk clean off Duo's smart-ass face, then work his way down. Instead, he kicked him again in a way that was becoming more a game of "footsie" than anything else. "Why don't you sing a tune for the girls, one from our act?" he asked his lover. "Ah-" "Oh, yes, please, Duo? Something pretty and romantic," Dorothy begged. Duo pretended to think over his answer, while the girls begged him. Heero jerked on his braid. "You know you want to," he pushed and ended up agreeing to sing with him. "If it's something I know the words to." Duo rose to his feet and hummed a short introduction. His braid swung like a pendulum keeping time as he rocked from side to side. Eyes closed, lashes brushing his cheeks, lips full, Duo looked delicious. Heero moaned, barely restraining his need to crush his lips to Duo's, and then he started to sing. "She's
taking her time making up the reasons His voice was clear and his notes perfectly in tune. Heero wanted to wrap him in his arms and carry him away. Heero wanted Duo to himself. "That's
why she shies away from human affection, Heero kept his voice low and soft so as not to compete with Duo's and moved close, very close, close enough to brush up against Duo's arm and shoulder, and then he joined him on the chorus. "I
would fly to the moon and back if you'll be... His desire for Duo drove Heero to recklessness. Heero leaned in and was about to kiss his friend, while completely forgetting their audience, when a howl, originating from upstairs and continuing to draw closer, interrupted their performance. Wufei charged into the room; giggling in his wake was Sally Po. Heero had never heard her giggle before. Wufei, now, Heero had heard him shout and carry on many times, but to hear Sally Po giggle was alarming. "Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuo Maxwell! I will kill you!" Duo scrambled around to face the oncoming attack, arms loose at his sides, taking on a defensive posture. "What is your problem?" Trowa and Quatre tumbled down the staircase and ran into the room, panting. "Are you all right?" Quatre shouted. "NO!" Wufei roared. "That cat, YOUR damned cat has had her kittens in my underwear drawer, that's what!" "My underwear!" Wufei wailed. "All... this... over your fucking, fucked up shorts?" Trowa growled. He flexed his fingers, making fists. "Trowa? W-what are you doing?" Quatre asked. "Oh! Wufei, you'd better run...NOW!"
Savage Garden - "To The Moon And Back" A/N: thanks to jess-eklom for the "Wufei's harem" and "collecting concubines" line.
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