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"I wish I were you "Written By: Lisa-chan Disclaimer: The G-boys are not mine. I only use
them for loads of fun and for putting them in compromising situations
and stuff. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: yaoi, Lime, Lemon, Yaoi, and all that
jazz ;p Pairings:1x2, 5x6, 2x4, 3x4 Summary: Everyone always sees Heero and Duo as the perfect couple. But what if Duo finds out that Heero’s extremely possessive and jealous? And what if Heero finds out that Duo has a not so secret admirer? Author’s note: This thing has taken me more than five years of my life, excluding the beta-reading, so I hope it will make you laugh and cry, it will make you hard or wet or horny or whatever, In short, I hope you’ll like it! :D Thanks to Lathroniel for the beta-reading.
"I Wish I Were You" 11. The day after
When Heero woke up in the morning, he winced, and instantly squeezed his eyes shut again. The glare of the daylight hurt his eyes. And his head. “God…” he groaned, miserably. It felt like they were having an escalated heavy metal concert in his head and were banging their guitars against his brains. He dragged his hand to the left of him. Sheet, mattress, pillow. Good, he had managed to get himself to bed somehow. Duo. Where was Duo? He dragged his hand further. Skin, body… There was Duo. And if it wasn’t Duo, then he was in severe trouble. He dragged his eyes open. But only to slits. The light was still murderous to his eyeballs. He dragged his arm to the right and dragged his body in a sideways position, dragged his hand to the bedside table and dragged the drawer open. Dragging. It was all he could manage with this hell of a hangover. “God fucking dammit,” he muttered under his breath when he couldn’t find what he was looking for. “Duo?” he mumbled. “Dammit! I need a painkiller… or two.” “Not waking up. Headache,” came the muffled reply. That was Duo’s voice. Perfect. Heero didn’t quite know a name for the sound he uttered when he went sitting upright. Anyway, it must’ve been something very pathetic. “Dear God, have mercy,” he moaned. In any other circumstances, he would’ve loved to stay there and just lie in bed. The wonderful, most enjoyable feeling of just lying there in that warmth, knowing that he didn’t have to do anything, didn’t have to go anywhere. Holiday, nothing more, no obligations. Lying there and snuggling with his beautiful boyfriend. But not with a hangover. “Heero?” Ah, there was still life on the Maxwell-planet after all. “What Duo?” Heero said, lazily turning his head. Duo lifted his head from the pillow and ventured to sit up. “You know what I have heard is the best remedy against a headache?” “No. What?” “A good fuck.” It had come out more enthusiastically than he had expected in his current state. “Duo…” Heero groaned, reaching for his head. “No, I mean it. It’s a scientifically proven fact that sex helps you get rid of your headache.” “Duo, you can say a lot, but that doesn’t mean I’ll believe you.” “Heero, what’s the matter with you? Don’t you love me anymore?” “Duo, you know I love you, but this isn’t just a headache. It’s the biggest hangover of my life, my head feels like it can explode any moment now, and all this yelling isn’t really helping!” “Then stop yelling!” “You’re making me!” “Hey, I’m just trying to help.” “Well, don’t. I’m going to find some painkillers.” He got up. An enormous headrush got him down again. The bathroom door looked so very far away. “Oh… I’m not gonna make it to the bathroom.” Duo crawled closer to his lover and slithered his arms around him. “Wanna try my suggestion then, Heerrroo?” he purred. Heero grunted a reply. He resigned to his fate and allowed his lover to kiss him, but instantly pulled away again, making a face. “God, your mouth tastes aweful!” he spluttered. Duo coughed. “Well, yours isn’t exactly honey and cinnamon either,” he grumbled. “I don’t care if I have to crawl to that bathroom, but I’m not fucking you like this,” Heero said. “Hm, maybe that’s for the best,” Duo sighed, as he plopped himself down on the mattress again. “’Sides, you stink of beer.” He was still too drowsy to dodge the pillow that was flung his way, and groaned dramatically. ~*~ Heero munched bravely through his bowl of cereals. Duo had pattered off to the lounge room with his cell phone. He could hear him talking excitedly. Then there was silence for a while. He wondered if that was a good sign. Over at the stove, Trowa and Quatre were having a pancake topping related discussion. Trowa was waving a bottle of syrup around, while Quatre seemed to prefer chocolate sauce and bananas. Quatre… Heero squinted curiously at Quatre. He couldn’t remember much about the night before, but… Had Quatre and Duo been dancing in a very inappropriate way? Had that really happened? He kept staring at Quatre, his spoon floating in midair, until something wove itself around his left leg, and he looked down with a start. “What the…? Quatre!” Quatre turned his head in Heero’s direction, a banana poised at Trowa as if to prove some point. He instantly bent over and started cooing most lovingly at the thing around Heero’s leg. “Mistress!” His cat. “Oh, are you hungry, sweetie?” He picked her up and put her on the counter. “Love your cat, don’t you, Quatre?” Heero chuckled. “Are you kidding?” Quatre snorted. “I adore her. I found this little thing when she was on the brink of starvation, and look at her now. All nice and plumb, aren’t you my little kitty? Aren’t you?” He cooed some more to the cat while he scooped catfood into a tray, and the cat rubbed against his hand impatiently. Heero and Trowa frowned at each other. Never had they seen someone pamper a cat like that. When Duo came back into the kitchen, he had an ominous grin on his face. Heero sighed, and gestured with his spoon to the box of cereals. “Wanna have breakfast, Duo?” Humming amorously, Duo slunk down on the chair next to Heero and shoved it closer so he could rub himself against Heero’s arm, much like the thing around Heero’s leg just now. “I think I’d rather have you for breakfast.” Heero eyed Duo suspiciously. “What?” he mumbled through a mouthful. "Heerrrooo, let's go upstairs and make loooove," Duo purred. Heero let Duo abuse his arm, but ignored his advances any further. "Why the hell are you so clingy all of a sudden?" "If I tell you, you'll think I'm a pervert." "I already do, so you might as well." Duo chuckled in a very secretive way. "Well, you know I called Wuffles just now, don't you?" "Obviously," Heero shrugged. "Well, sounded like he was in the middle of something." "Something?" Duo gave a significant frown. "Oh, that kind of something." "Well, after he was done talking, he left the phone open and... I could hear…” Duo gave another lewd chuckle, and lowered his head so he could whisper in Heero’s ear. “everything." "And you listened." Heero said it matter-of-factly. It was just the kind of thing his notorious lover would do. "Of course I listened!" "Well uhm... I'm happy for him, I guess," Heero said, sipping from his orange juice. “Why did you call him anyway?” “To know if he was still gonna show his face around here today.” “And?” “He’s gonna come over tonight to get dressed for Relena’s party.” “Oh god, Relena’s party,” Heero groaned, letting his head fall into his hands. “Forgot about that, hadn’t ya?” Duo grinned. “Totally.” ~*~ Trowa checked his appearance in the reflection of the glass table-top of the coffee table. Crème shirt, black vest, black dressing pants, touch of perfume. He noted to his surprise that Quatre wasn’t dressed up yet. “Quatre, aren’t you gonna get dressed for Relena’s dinner party?” he asked, wiping some dust off his vest. “I’m not going,” Quatre said, absent-mindedly flipping through a magazine. Trowa’s head snapped up. “You’re not going? Are you gonna stay here all on your own then?” “No,” Quatre mumbled. “Duo’s not going either.” He couldn’t see the shock flashing over Trowa’s face, as he was still letting his eyes skim over the articles in the magazine. He did hear him scurrying outside the room all of a sudden though. Trowa couldn’t help the turning of his stomach, the increasing of his heartbeat. Why hadn’t anyone told him about this? He couldn’t let this happen. Quatre staying home alone with Duo was just asking for trouble. Was he the only one who saw that then? It was like setting the fox to keep the geese and still make a few chickens dance around them. Or was he overreacting? After a search through the kitchen, the dining room and all the bedrooms, he at last found Heero in the bar. “Heero,” he said, reaching the boy in a few strides. “Is it true that Duo and Quatre are not going?” Heero was just drinking a whiskey for courage before he would beard the loin in his den, when he all of a sudden heard the door being pushed open roughly. He looked up and saw a fuming Trowa pacing towards him, asking him if it was true if Quatre and Duo would not go. “Trowa, how nice it is to see you again,” Heero said, raising his glass to Trowa. The whiskey was rising to his head already. It would be an interesting party. Trowa was in no way in the mood for jokes and grabbed Heero’s shoulders. “Is that true, Heero?” he repeated. It was a bit weird to Heero to see the normally quiet and composed teen in this state of… what state was it? Panic? Or fear? Heero set his glass aside and calmly pulled Trowa’s hands from his arms. The boy had no idea how hard he was squeezing him. “Uhm… I knew Duo was not going, he was quite clear about that. I didn’t know Quatre would stay home too, though,” he said with a confused smile. Then his eyes widened in alarm. “Trowa, what are you doing? Put your bowtie back on! Don’t tell me you’re staying home as well! You have to come with me!” “Forget it, Heero. I’m not letting those two alone,” Trowa said, in effect standing with his bowtie undone in his hand. He made to go back, but an in his turn panicking Heero barred his way. “Trowa, you have to go! I don’t want to go all on my own!” Trowa sighed and moved to the left, grunting as Heero moved to the right. “You’re not going to be all alone. You told me Wufei would go too. Now, get out of my way.” “Wufei will be too occupied with Zechs. Please, Trowa. You said you would go! Don’t let me down now, man! I mean, with all due respect for Relena, but it’s gonna be boring!” Heero hissed. “I have made up my mind, Heero! I’m staying home! I don’t trust those two together.” “How do you mean, you don’t trust them together?” Trowa looked at Heero as if the boy had been living on another planet for the last few days. “Heero, were you not there last night? Did you not see the way they were dancing to each other?” he nearly growled. “I don’t really remember all that much from last night. I do remember music, people, definitely fucking, dancing and a lot of liquor. Hard liquor. But the rest is pretty much a blur. Although, yes, I can vaguely remember…” “Well, let me tell you, Heero,” Trowa interrupted fiercely. “Duo’s hands were nearly going down Quatre’s pants! If you hadn’t interfered, then I don’t know…” Heero’s eyes narrowed slightly and he tilted his head. “Trowa, when have you become so possessive over Quatre,” he asked. “Oh, look who’s talking, mister possessiveness himself,” Trowa retorted. “I have to be possessive every now and then. Duo loves flirting and sometimes he needs to be reminded to who his lover is. With you and Quatre it’s a completely different situation. You have to give Quatre more freedom, because for as far as I know, you two are still not lovers, right?” It had come out harder than he had meant, but he just told the truth, and Trowa knew it. Trowa fell silent. The brief flaring up of his jealousy calmed down again. Contrary to what he would want, he knew that Heero was right. He had no right at all to act like a jealous husband who was on to something; something that might as well have been his imagination. That didn’t mean he couldn’t take precautions. “Duo won’t go?” he said. Heero shook his head. “Then Quatre has to go.” Trowa again tried to move past Heero, and this time he succeeded. “Trowa, wait! Come back!” Heero spluttered, trotting behind him to the lounge room where Duo had now joined Quatre in the couch with two bowls of popcorn and a movie or two. Duo looked up from the DVD case he was checking out, when he heard tumult at the door. A pretty agitated Trowa burst in, followed by a fairly panicking Heero. “Trowa? Heero? What’s wrong?” he asked. The words Trowa wanted to say didn’t find their way out of his throat. He was too angry, or too afraid of himself, he didn’t know. He just stood there, trembling with pent up emotion he didn’t even realize he’d had inside him. “Quatre, you have to join me to Relena’s dinner party,” he finally said, in vain trying to keep his voice steady. “No way, man!” Duo replied in Quatre’s place. “We have already planned all kinds of stuff for tonight!” “Oh yeah, I can see that,” Trowa said sarcastically. “Watching a movie together. What’s this?” He snatched the DVD out of Duo’s hand. “Probably X-rated, isn’t it?” He looked down at the image on the case and all of a sudden felt a sense of ridicule overwhelm him. “The Lion King?” Standing up, Duo plucked the DVD back from Trowa’s hand. “Yeah, Trowa. I think the level of ‘X’ is near unexisting. The most dramatic part is probably where Mufasa gets trampled by the antelopes, and the most thrilling part the fight between Simba and Scar.” He flopped back down in the couch, throwing his arm around Quatre as he did so. “Quatre’s not going anywhere. He’s gonna keep me company.” Trowa could see the smirk appearing on Duo’s face, a smirk that wasn’t directed at him personally. Duo just came with a smirk, it felt weird to see him without. But the challenge in his eyes was most definitely directed at him. In Trowa’s eyes, Duo was just making fun of him. “What’s the other one?” he asked with a gesture of his head to the DVD lying in Quatre’s lap. Quatre held the DVD up, his face somewhere on the border of frustration and disappointment. “Also The Lion King?” “Two,” Duo added. “Who are you to decide what Quatre’s gonna do?” Trowa snarled, seriously losing his patience. “Who are you?” Duo flung right back at him. “Don’t you think Quatre has a say in this as well?” He looked at the blonde boy next to him and gestured with his eyes to Trowa. “Trowa, what’s this you’re saying?” Quatre finally said. “Why do I have to join you? I was planning on keeping Duo company and now you’re telling me to join you to Relena’s dinner party? I’m not something you own and can boss around like a little puppy, Trowa.” “But… I just thought we would go together. Why didn’t you ask me?” Quatre’s eyebrows knitted together in dismay. He couldn’t believe they were actually having this conversation. “Ask you?” he choked. “I don’t need your permission to stay away from that ridiculous party. I can make decisions of my own, and when I’m saying that I will stay home with Duo, then that’s how it’s gonna be. You might be my friend, my soul mate even, but that doesn’t mean you have to tell me what to do. Now, go to that party with Heero and Wufei and leave us alone. I don’t wish to waste any more words on this.” He leaned back again and averted his eyes. Clearly, the conversation was over for him. Trowa was impressed by that little tirade. Everyone was, even Duo was speechless. Worst of all was that he was right. It made Trowa feel powerless, to see how he took his feelings and blatantly defied them. It left him breathless, immobile. At that moment, a car pulled to a stop outside. Car doors were slammed shut, and the front door was being opened. “Wufei’s here!” Duo yelled, jumping up and sprinting for the front door. He left the rest to sort out their little cat fight, eager to hear Wufei out. Wufei grimaced when he caught sight of Duo. Duo’s grin was so bright that it almost physically hurt his eyes. “Maxwell…” he sighed. “You! Out!” Duo barked to Zechs, pushing the perplexed man towards the lounge room. “Nice to see you too, Duo,” Zechs muttered. Duo ignored the little jibe and pulled the door tightly shut behind Zechs’ back. The moment he was alone with Wufei, he took both Wufei’s hands and shook them excitedly. “So tell me. How was it?” Wufei bit his lip. Of course, it was the kind of stuff he would never tell Duo, of all people, if his life depended on it. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was so absolutely happy! “It was the single most amazing night of my entire life!” Duo made a high-pitched, squeaky sound in the back of his throat, almost like a school girl. “Really?” Wufei nodded and sat himself down on the bottom step of the stair. He sighed, not a chagrined one, like he mostly did, but one of pure bliss. "I had never expected it would be this good." "You mean the sex?" Duo asked bluntly, sitting down next to Wufei. "Yes... No! I mean... everything. The sex, but also, before, afterwards... Just lying there next to him… Everything." "Then, what did you expect?" "I didn't know what to expect. I thought it would've been awkward, that I would be ashamed to show myself to him that way. But I trusted him. It all felt so natural." Duo smiled as he looked at Wufei. He had never really looked at him in a sexual way, more as a subject for his mockeries and teasing. Now that the chagrin was gone and replaced with the happiness of a tender, young love affair, there was little material left to tease about. Although, there remained one thing to tease about, the one subject he liked to tease about the most: sex. “So what did you do? I want you to tell me everything,” Duo said, bouncing in excitement. Wufei’s cheeks reddened, and he peered up shyly. “If I tell you what we did, you’ll probably laugh, coz it was so… woman-like.” “I promise not to,” Duo said, and he seemed to mean it. “Besides, some people just like to call it ‘romantic’. You know, the woman-like stuff you’re referring to. It’s not so weird you know, even for guys.” “Well, when we got to his place, I thought that he was just gonna rip off my clothes and do me right up against the door.” “Yeah?” Duo enthused, suddenly not so interested in ‘romance’ anymore. “But he didn’t.” “No?” “No. He sat me down on the couch with a glass of red wine. He has a nice place, you know. Warm colors in the lounge and living room. Red couch and chairs. Open fire.” Next to him, Duo growled with envy. “Then he left. Said he’d be right back. It took him a while to come back though. I went through his DVD collection, and his books. He has good taste.” “So, what happened when he came back?” Duo said, impatient to hear the rest. Wufei sighed and smiled gently at the memory, still fresh in his mind. “I had never thought. He took me to the bathroom. The guy had lit a bunch of candles, scented and regular. The bathtub was full of hot, bubbly water. Did you know he has a Jacuzzi?” Another growl of envy. “Fei, I suggest you keep an eye on him, I might wanna try to steal him,” Duo grinned. “Then I suggest you say farewell to your balls. My katana would be very eager to cut them off.” “Those katana threats aren’t gonna work every time, you know,” Duo said sourly, but still with a smile in his voice. “Anyway, what happened next?” “Well, obviously, we stripped down – actually, we stripped each other down - and got in the tub. It was already part of the foreplay. It was gonna be a long foreplay.” “Foreplay’s awesome!” “It is! I sat between his legs with my back to his chest. He fed me grapes and champagne. He kissed me and touched me all over, and I mean all over.” Duo gave a ridiculous kind of giggle. “And then he turned on the bubbles. It was amazing.” Wufei squirmed with pleasure at the thought. “And then, and then?” “His hands, or at least one of them, were on me all the time, one way or another. While he poured more champagne, while he flicked his wet hair over his shoulder, while he scattered more bath salt into the water. And then…” “Yes?” Duo almost shouted with excitement and curiosity. He could tell by the deep red on Wufei’s cheeks that it was gonna be something interesting. “Then he… pushed my knees apart and…” Wufei was slightly panting now. “And he stroked me until I begged for him.” Duo was staring at Wufei with his eyes and mouth wide open. “Oh… my…” he gasped. He could lively imagine how good that would feel with all the bubbles there playing around his crotch. “And then?” Wufei laughed and straightened. This had stretched on for long enough. “I’m not gonna tell you the rest.” “But… But you must!” Duo said, springing up after Wufei. Wufei sighed. “Right now, I ‘must’ get dressed. We’re gonna be late for the party.” “You can’t keep me dangling like that!” So much for the teasing. Duo was desperate to hear the rest of the story. “Don’t forget, it’s me who brought you together!” “Yes. I know. Thank you.” The soft words were followed by a tight, genuine hug. “Really.” Wufei then turned for the stairs, but was yet again pulled back. “Just give me one more juicy detail,” Duo begged. “Maxwell…” “Just one more, and then I’ll stop, I promise.” “Well… There were strawberry flavoured condoms. The edible kind. Not very effective, but very fun,” Wufei chuckled. Duo’s eyes glazed over for a moment as he imagined Wufei’s teeth peeling off each little sticky piece of condom off Zechs’ cock. “Oh… Oh god,” he gasped. “Now, you go say a proper goodnight to Zechs.” And with a teasing slap against Duo’s arm, Wufei went up the stairs. “Yeah… You go get dressed, you champagne slurping stud!” Duo shouted behind him. “And you’d better look good!”
Zechs had entered the lounge room to the sound of arguing. It mostly went between Quatre and Trowa, although Heero did throw something in between every now and then. Trowa was sitting next to Quatre on the couch, and Quatre had his back against the armrest, and his legs pulled up in the direction of Trowa. Zechs could clearly read the body language. It was to prevent Trowa from leaning in and making any moves. He felt kinda bad for Trowa. He didn’t know Quatre could be so cold. “Hey guys,” he said. Heero was the first one to react, in an almost over enthusiastic fashion, probably relieved to see a friendlier face. “Zechs, great to see you!” At least he had the courtesy to offer him a drink. “No thanks, I have to drive,” Zechs smiled. Heero nodded. “Please sit,” he said, gesturing to one of the chairs. Zechs sat. And watched. And listened. Seemed like he was gonna learn a lot tonight. Trowa decided to give it another try. “Quatre, please come,” he sighed. "I promised to keep Duo company." "I'll keep him company!" Trowa countered. "There's no time anyway,” Quatre said with a bored shake of his head. “I still have to shower, still have to shave, I don't have anything to wear." "You can wear my tux." "You're taller then me. I'd look ridiculous." “We’ll flip the hems over a few times. No one will notice.” Then Quatre looked at him, and kept looking. He was staring him down, unwilling to waste any more words to it. “Fine,” Trowa said with an annoyed grunt. Then it was silent again. Well, kinda. In the hallway, they could hear Duo and Wufei – mostly Duo – chattering excitedly. There was some sitting around and, for some, sulking, until Duo entered again. “Hi Zechs,” Duo said. “Um, just now… Sorry ‘bout that. You look great.” “Thanks,” Zechs smiled. “You… don’t. But I gathered from their most interesting conversation,” he said with a little nod to the other three, “that you won’t be joining us tonight.” “That’s right, I won’t,” Duo agreed. “Surely, there’s no animosity between you and my dear little sister?” “Of course not,” Duo said quickly. To his own chagrin, he had to admit that Zechs could impose a certain sense of fear on a man, even on him. Zechs was a tall man. A strong man. “Just… You know.” It was out of the question that he could tell him about his plans for the night. Knight in shining armor, Heero, came to the rescue. “We just think that it might be too early for Relena to see us together, as a couple, I mean.” “Relena’s a strong woman. I’m sure she could handle it.” “Hmm, I’m still gonna stay home,” Duo mumbled. He sat himself on the armrest of the chair Heero was sitting in, unaware of it how much he gave the impression that he unconditionally and truly belonged to Heero, like a faithful servant who nestled himself next to his king. His gaze rested on Zechs, trying to imagine the body under the tux. They sat like that in silence, until Duo grew bored. He leaned forward and grabbed a plastic bag from the table, rummaging through it. “What’s that?” Heero said. “Candy. Penis liquerish?" Duo said, shoving the bag under Heero’s nose. Heero dumbly looked up at him, not even beginning to wonder where he’d got liquerish shaped like genetalia. "Or do you prefer some breasts? I have breasts too," Duo said, digging into the bag. "Penis is fine." Heero snatched the piece of candy Duo offered him and started chewing on it. “Idiot,” he mumbled. Finally, they heard stumbling upstairs. A door was being slammed shut, and feet stepped down the stairs. Zechs stood up, eager to know what Wufei would look like. “You’re sure you’re not going?” Duo and Quatre agreed in unison. Before he could press the subject any further, Wufei came in and announced that he was ready. “My, you look amazing,” Zechs said, wrapping his arms around Wufei. “Uh… Thanks,” Wufei said, surprised. Zechs fumbled at the blue satin ribbon around Wufei’s ponytail. “You look like… Like a present I wanna unwrap.” “Zechs, stop it, we’re gonna be late,” Wufei giggled. “We still have plenty of time,” Zechs murmured, biting Wufei’s earlobe. Heero came up behind them, looking a bit worried. “Uhm… I hope you’ll at least make it through dinner?” “Shut up,” Wufei grumbled. “No, but Heero’s right, Wuffles,” Duo said, jumping up from the arm rest for closer inspection. “You look like a young count. It’s… very nice. Very hot.” “Duo, knock it off.” “I agree with him, Wufei,” Heero nodded earnestly. He took it as a clue to further convince Trowa to go with him. “You see, Trowa? I can’t count on him for any support.” Taking the bowtie that Trowa was still holding in his hand, he tied it back around his pristine crème collar. “And I know the other girls are gonna be there as well. But I’m telling you, Trowa, she will not leave me alone. I know I searched for it myself by leaving her that teddy bear and freaking card on the shuttle. It was a farewell gift from me to her. I looked back and saw her smiling at me and ripping the card. Perfect, I said to myself, she’s okay with it, I can have my way with Duo. But apparently, she had misunderstood. She will be hanging around my neck the instant I step through that front door. And do we want that? No, we don’t, Trowa. So please, Trowa. You don’t hear me begging a lot, but…” “Um… Correction…” “Not now, Duo,” Heero glowered. “But this time I’m begging you, Trowa. Please come with me. She’s still mourning the fact that I chose Duo over her.” “Well then, don’t you think that this party is a sign of reconciliation, of acceptance?” Trowa said. “Oh no, quite the contrary. She’ll try to win me over again.” “If that’s the case, don’t you think Duo should go with you instead of me?” Trowa retorted. “And flaunt our relationship right under her nose? Don’t you think I’ve hurt her enough already? Come on, you know how Duo gets when he’s had a little too much.” Trowa glanced over at Duo. He wasn’t even trying to deny it, what was the point anyway? “So that’s why,” Heero continued, “you have to come with me.” He pulled the bowtie tight and smiled satisfactory at the result. “There, all ready.” Heero’s little speech made Trowa see that the chances of getting himself through that party without having Relena all over himself were indeed minimal if he didn’t have anyone who sided with him. Still he hesitated. “Heero, can you guarantee me that Duo will keep his manners?” he said. “Yes, I can,” Heero nodded. “Just let me.” He turned around and pointed his finger to Duo in a very parent-like way. “Duo, you be good, okay?” “I will, Heero,” Duo said submissively, the grin on his face and the penis-shaped candy he was licking at not really convincing Trowa. “I mean it, Duo. If I hear any complaints from Quatre, any complaints at all, there will be no use of toys for the rest of this holiday.” The grin disappeared as fast as it had appeared. “What? Hey, is that a threat, Yuy?” “No. It’s a warning. And believe me, I will do it.” “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. Now go, you’re gonna be too late.” He shooed the four of them to the front door, leaving Trowa no more time for any protest. Quatre followed close behind him to wave them goodbye. “Bye Heero! Have fun! I know we will!” Duo yelled exuberantly, frantically waving his hand to the leaving car. They both stayed at the front door until the vehicle was out of sight. To be continued… Chapter 12 |
