"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"

18. Another amorous encounter

Wufei glanced at his watch for the 7th time in five minutes. Time just goes by so agonizingly slowly when you have to wait for something! His headache had subdued a bit. That nap had done him good.

“Wufei, time is not gonna go any faster just by staring at your watch every ten seconds,” Quatre grinned, looking up from the deciphering of his puzzle book.

“I know, but I’m just so nervous.” Wufei slightly bounced up and down in his chair in pleasant impatience. It was a very rare sight, and if Duo had been in the room, he’d have taunted the hell out of him, most definitely.

“Just relax, Wufei,” Trowa said in that soothing manner he had. “It’s just Zechs coming over.”

Wufei continued bouncing, threw another glance at his watch, then abruptly stopped bouncing as he heard a shrill, joyful shriek tearing its way down the stairs.

Three heads snapped up. They heard the shriek coming closer, together with an amused laughing. It went all the way from the stairs through the hall. A rush of chestnut hair and naked flesh with only the hint of red boxers flew past the open door of the lounge room, followed closely by a slant-eyed haze with a colourful bundle in his hands.

Three heads poked around the door and followed the two dashing outside, doing a lap around the backyard, then coming back their way with an alarming speed.

Seemed like Heero had rediscovered the water pistol.

They were quick to go back to their seats, not wanting to be ‘overrun’, so to speak. No sooner had they sat down, when Heero and Duo came bounding in the lounge room, Heero finally being able to catch Duo and holding the pistol against his head like a terrorist.

Duo in vain tried to struggle away from his grip. “Help me! Help me!” he squeaked.

“I will kill you,” Heero growled, smiling.

Then Duo managed to kick his lover, on a not too popular place, at least not for Duo’s foot, making Heero loose his grip. “And then, ladies and gentlemen, he spoke the legendary words,” he smirked, bowing theatrically to his ‘audience’.

“So Heero, what did he do now?” Trowa said soberly, though with an amused sparkle in his eyes.

Heero looked up from the inspection of his abused family jewels. Fortunately, his boyfriend hadn’t kicked too hard. Damn idiot knew what the consequences would be, of course. “Check this out,” he said, letting go of the elastic of his boxers and holding up one of his other boxers. He held the legs open, revealing a neatly cut open seam. “Idiot wanted to give me a present.”

“Hey, only trying to be helpful,” Duo beamed, dropping down in the couch next to Quatre. Heero slung himself into a bean bag. It was awkward to see a bean bag that said with bright red letters ‘I want your ass’ in the luxurious lounge room. Duo had introduced it there.

The three other boys burst out in fits of laughter.

“Wanted to let a new breeze into your sex life, Duo?” Trowa managed between giggles.

“I just figured it might be easy sometimes, you know, when we’re both real horny. I mean, it exists for women, so why not for guys too?” Duo shrugged. “It’s a hole in the market, I’m telling ya.”

“Duo, right now, I only see a hole in my boxers,” Heero muttered.

“Yes, and it will be most lovely when you will be wearing them, Heero,” Duo said, waving Heero’s comment away. There was a reason why he had positioned himself intentionally close to Quatre. “Why, hello Q-babe,” he sniggered, mischievously bumping his shoulder against Quatre’s. “What has our little love twerp been up to?”

Quatre blushed and dug back into his puzzle book. “Didn’t I tell you not to call me that anymore?” he grumbled.

“What? Love twerp?”

“You know what I mean, Duo. Why can’t you take anything serious?”

“Oh, but after what happened this morning, I can’t help but seeing you as a real ‘babe’, you see Quat.”

Quatre had to concentrate hard on the Swedish riddle in his book to stop himself from shivering, until all of a sudden his book was gone, and he found himself staring at his lap. He glanced aside at Duo, almost cautiously, and saw him holding the puzzle book up in the air with a challenging smirk on his pretty face.

He sighed. He felt in no way in the mood to be drawn into such a childish game. He would’ve, moments ago. But did Duo really have to bring up that topic, with all the others in the room?

He noticed the suspicious look in Trowa’s eyes, and knew that the question would follow in a matter of mere seconds.

“What happened this morning?”

Et viola!

Duo pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders casually. “Nothing.”

“You can say it, you know,” Quatre said. There was no shame to it, really. He’d been in his room, it’s natural, everybody does it. This was his house, dammit!

It was all Duo needed to let the words burst forth from his mouth. “We walked in on Quatre jerking off this morning!” he cried, like it was the event of the century.

Quatre really wished he had his puzzle book now, to hide behind, of course. “At least I was in my own room! You and Heero just screw each other when and wherever you feel like it!” He looked around the room. The silence was excruciating. The expression of shock on Wufei and Trowa’s face was almost laughable. “Oh, come on! Why do you have to make such a big deal out of it!” he shouted miserably.

“I think he’s right, you know,” Heero said. “Jerking off is a very common thing, and your shock towards him only shows how novice you are when it comes to sex. I bet you’ve never even done it, jerking off.”

Now the shocked faces were looking at Heero.

“Did too!” Trowa blustered.

“Tons of times!” Wufei spluttered.

If only to prove their masculinity.

“Good. Then that’s settled. And you, Duo, stop embarrassing Quatre like that. There was no need for you to bring up this morning’s events again. Apologize to him.” The water pistol in his lap took a fair bite out of his air of authorization, but still it had enough effect to make Duo listen to him.

Duo sighed. It was Heero in one of his relentless, don’t-you-dare-objecting-moods again. He let his arm sag and tossed the puzzle book on the coffee table. “I’m sorry, Quatre.”

“It’s okay.” Quatre could fall down on his knees before Heero and grovel in gratitude. But he didn’t, he still had his modest pride. “Thank you, Heero,” he smiled.

“It’s no problem at all, Quatre. He has to be kept on a leash every now and then.”

Duo tisked and shook his head. “Now, let’s not go spreading bedroom secrets, Heero.”

“Idiot!”

Quatre groaned inwardly. Dear god in heaven, what where they doing to him?! Duo sitting so close to him was already hardly bearable. The thought of Duo with a collar around his neck and a leash wasn’t exactly helpful. This was getting hard. He was getting hard. Duo was still very warm next to him. His boxers were soaking, but soaking wet and clung to his body. He could see, if he dared to steal a glance, the outline of his cock, very well.

Duo felt Quatre tensing next to him, he wasn’t sure why. “What’s wrong, little Quatre?” he asked motherly, wrapping an amiable arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer. “Are you still uncomfortable?”

Uncomfortable was an understatement! Quatre’s breath caught in his throat. Duo’s arm around him, his body still closer. It was too much, he could feel his rebellious cock springing alive. Damn his hormones! Close to losing the last bit of his poor control, he snapped his eyes away from Duo and to the next person that crossed his vision, lazily hanging in the bean bag: Heero.

“Is it still something about this morning?” Duo almost murmured. “We haven’t apologized about that yet. Would you feel better if we’d apologize?”

Quatre swallowed. He set his mind on studying Heero’s naked chest. That ought to distract him a bit. While Heero was undoubtedly very hot, his body didn’t have the same effect on him as Duo’s.

“Maybe,” he peeped.

“Okay. We’re sorry, Quatre. We really are. Right, Heero?”

“Yes,” Heero nodded. “It was very inappropriate of us to just burst into your bedroom and… ogle you while you were masturbating. We already should be glad we get to stay here in your beautiful house, and so we have no right at all to judge what you do in your own house. In fact, if there is someone who should be ashamed, then it should be me and Duo.”

“Amen to that,” Wufei grinned.

It all made sense to Quatre, they were right, without any doubt. But it only half made its way to his mind. His attempts to tame his stubborn hormones seemed fruitless. Of all moments of the day, his dream had chosen this very moment to come back and plague him. He could remember everything very vividly. Duo boring into him, ruthlessly exploiting his prostate with the hard tip of his cock. Duo dragging a burning trail with his hot tongue from his neck to his ear. His own hands fisted in Heero’s hair, forcing his head in a rhythm fast enough to assuage the burning in his loins. His cries of pure joy as he climbed ever higher onto that pinnacle.

Why did it have to come back now? He was in company!

Duo wasn’t very comfortable with how Quatre was acting. The shallow breathing, the subtle chewing on his bottom lip. It wouldn’t have been such a big deal. If he wasn’t looking at Heero, that is! Those eyes, he was devouring him.

Wait. He remembered something from last night. Yes, he hadn’t paid much further attention to it, but Quatre’s current behavior made it forcefully come slamming back to the forefront of his mind. How he had meticulously been analyzing what Quatre had been telling him, how he had come to the not so pleasant conclusion that Heero just might be the one he was in love with. It wasn’t so much a ‘might be’ now. Now he was sure.

“You okay, Quat?” he asked.

Quatre looked at Duo with a jolt, then quickly looked away again. He was oblivious of the signs he was emitting, but Duo’s voice jerking him back to the here and now made him all of a sudden very much aware of them. He wiggled free from Duo’s arm and scrambled upright. “I… need to pee!” he blurted, scurrying in the direction of the bathroom.

The tension in the air hadn’t gone by unnoticed to the others either. It had been very awkward, to say the least.

“Wufei, you’re doing it again,” Trowa’s soft voice broke the silence.

“Doing what?”

“Staring at your watch.”

“Am not.”

Wufei really wasn’t doing anything. Trowa’d just said something to soften the mood a bit, and to change the subject. Though he was sure Wufei wouldn’t appreciate all the attention. But he didn’t care. He too liked to pester people sometimes, in his own subtle way.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be able to still make it through lunch without choking on your food from nervousness?”

Wufei sent him a glare that clearly said ‘Shut the fuck up!’, but it was too late.

“What, why? What is there to be nervous about?” Duo queried.

“Go on, tell him, Wufei,” Trowa said with a wicked smirk.

Wufei cleared his throat and raised his chin in a dignified way. “I’ve invited Zechs over for a drink this afternoon,” he said airily. He jumped slightly when Duo started clapping his hands and whooped excitedly. He should’ve seen that coming, it was one of those typical exuberant Maxwell-reactions.

“Way to go, Wuffles!” Duo cried. “Why didn’t I know about that?”

“Because he’s only just bright enough again to remember it,” Trowa teased.

Wufei threw Trowa an acid glance. Although in fact it was true.

“But what’s there to be so nervous about?” Duo said. “It’s only Zechs, you just saw him yesterday. You should be happy, not nervous.”

“That’s what I told him too,” Trowa said.

“Yeah. You shouldn’t be afraid of meeting him again. It’s not like he’s gonna hurt you or anything. I mean, he did care enough to fuck you.”

“Maxwell, your language!” Wufei scowled.

“Wuffles, shut up!” Duo counter attacked. “Unless of course…” He paused and tapped his finger against his chin, pondering. “There are ulterior motives. Yep, that’s it! Wuffles is hoping for another fuck with his boyfriend!”

“Why do you always have to be so blunt,” Wufei sighed annoyed, shaking his head.

“I’m not blunt. I’m just being me. It’s not my fault you interpret it as being blunt, oh your majesty,” Duo said with exaggerated bravura.

Wufei was close to perplexed. The nerve to treat him with such sarcasm! “Heero, say something,” he demanded.

“It’s true, Duo. You do are a bit blunt sometimes.”

Duo frowned, surprised that his boyfriend would actually side with someone else. “Am I?” The frown made place for a mischievous look and he slowly rose from the couch. “Well, guess you’re gonna have to teach me some manners then, righ Heero?” he grinned seductively, strolling over to him and straddling him, the water pistol flung to the side.

Heero smiled as the warm body of his lover encircled him. He could never resist this. “Guess so,” he breathed. His hands slowly slid down his smooth back and soon had found their way to his pert buttocks, where they squeezed gently.

Duo moaned softly and leaned closer for a hot, deep kiss.

Wufei watched while Duo’s tongue went all the way into Heero’s mouth, Duo’s hips repeatedly rocking into Heero’s groin. He exchanged a “there they go again”-look with Trowa, then looked back. “How do you do that?” he asked.

“What?” Duo managed to mumble.

“Seize every single opportunity to make the situation into a vulgar one.”

Dragging his tongue reluctantly out of Heero’s mouth, Duo turned to him with a catlike grin. “Well Wuffles, I guess it’s an art. And we have mastered that art.” He lifted himself from Heero’s lap and nestled himself comfily on the armrest of Wufei’s chair. He leaned over to whisper in his ear. “You should learn it too. Then you have a lot more sex.”

“Why would I ever want that?” Wufei sputtered, squirming away from Duo.

Duo laughed, a loud musical sound in the silent lounge room. “Everyone wants sex, Wuffles. By the way, how’s your headache?”

Wufei was surprised that he changed the subject so quickly. “Better, thank you,” he said, allowing himself to relax a bit.

“You know what’s a good remedy against a headache?”

There had to be a catch, somewhere. “No,” Wufei said, still a little distrustful.

“A nice, good, hard fuck with you boyfriend.”

There you go! “Why am I not surprised hearing that from you?” Wufei grumbled.

“Oh, you don’t believe me?” Duo said, arching an eyebrow. He leaned even closer, and was almost sitting on Wufei’s lap now. Never knew he had such a defined, musky aroma. Very lovely. “Once that first surge of pleasure hits you, it overrules everything, even the pain. And then when your lover constantly pounds his thick cock into your tight ass, over and over again, that’s all you can feel, and all that exists in the world. And then you come so hard, and you black out. And when you wake up again, bye bye head ache. Of course, that’s just a theory.”

Wufei could see it all behind closed eyelids. Not Duo and Heero of course, that would be ridiculous, but him and Zechs. He was sweating a bit, his chest was heaving a bit too. His hand had surreptitiously been creeping down to hide a forming erection, but his hand resting there was enough of an indication that he was aroused.

“You’re doing it again,” he said, his voice slightly shivering.

“What?” Duo’s low baritone breathed in his ear.

“M-making things vulgar.” Dammit, Duo’s breath was so hot! And he smelled so exquisitely of sugar and fruit.

“I know.” Duo sniggered as Wufei’s eyes snapped open when he gently covered the hand resting on his groin. “You know, if I were your boyfriend, we would be doing it right now.” He rubbed a bit and then pushed, pushing Wufei’s hand down with his against his cock, making Wufei whimper involuntarily. Wufei had found out that his cock was a very sensitive part of him, and that the slightest touch could make him tremble with pleasure. Now was no different.

“You should try it with Zechs, this afternoon when he comes over. Spill some of your drink, ask him to lick it off. Or, I’m pretty sure he will offer to do so himself. Spill some more, down your neck, and he will lick that off as well. Of course, he will see through it, but before you know he’ll be all over you.”

Then Duo grabbed his hand and started rubbing it up and down against his rock hard dick. Wufei willed himself not to like it. “Stop that,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Just because I have a boyfriend now, I don’t need to copy your hedonistic lifestyle.”

Duo drew his hand away and stared at Wufei with an expression of surprise on his face. “What’s with the fancy words, Fei?”

Wufei ignored his question. It would be better than to go into discussion with him. It was probably for the best that Duo had removed his hand from between his legs, because he was strongly inclined to beat the shit out of him for touching him there. The only reason why he didn’t do it was because he didn’t want Heero chasing him around the house for maiming his boyfriend.

“I don’t need lessons from you!” he remarked dryly, although he had to admit that Duo’s advice was most interesting.

“Sure you don’t,” Duo said with a nonchalant wave of his hand and a roll of the eyes.

Quatre felt it immediately when he came back into the room: a heavy, thick, very sensual atmosphere hanging in the air. It was almost a given when Duo and Heero were in the room together, but now it was even more, and the vision added to it. It was the first thing his eyes fell on, Wufei sitting in the large armchair, and Duo sitting right next to him, on the armrest… with his hand between Wufei’s legs. And Quatre felt hurt, because the little display reminded him of what Trowa had been telling him a few days ago, when he sat there crying at the kitchen table. You know he doesn’t mean what he says, Quatre. He likes joking around, he had said. And yes, Quatre was hurt, coz now he witnessed for himself that it was true. What had happened last night, it had been nothing special. The demonstration of the sixty-nine, the session with the dildo, the imaginary fucking with the vibrators. It had all been Duo’s sex drive. And his own too, probably.

That kiss… Just an accidental touching of lips that never should’ve happened.

And then what happened later on. Let’s not think about it anymore. Let’s never bring it up again, let’s burry it, very deep and never dig it back up again, Quatre’s mind told him.

Yes, let’s just forget about it.

“Quatre! Hey, Q-boy!”

Quatre jumped when he found the very boy he was thinking of standing right in front of him, stupidly waving a hand across his absent eyes. Damn guy had a way of sneaking up on people.

“There you are. What took you so long, Quat?” Duo said with that brilliant smile of his. “Thought you just had to pee?”

“I… um…” Quatre looked around the room. He was at a loss for words and it was like he would find them hanging in the air or something. “I still had other things to do too,” he finally mumbled, looking down.

“Had to take a crap?”

“Duo!”

“Okay, that’s it!”

Duo spun around as he heard the unmistakable shout of his boyfriend. And it was an angry one.

“You’re going upstairs with me, so I can teach you some manners this very instant, Duo Maxwell!” Heero growled, snagging Duo’s wrist. He had put up with it long enough now. It’s not that he had really considered Duo rubbing Wufei’s groin a threat to their relationship, Wufei was obviously very smitten with his Zechs. But still an instinctive jealousy had been gleefully turning his gut inside out. Perhaps it was because Duo had the power to turn every single boy into jelly with his honeyed words and gentle touches.

And Quatre was one of them, one, that Heero knew, liked being at the receiving end of those words and touches, in spite of the innocent impression he was trying to give to everyone. Heero saw through it, he always had. Quatre was very cunning, and during the war, he had feared on many occasions, while he was away on a solo mission, that he would come back to the safe house and find Duo having found relief with Quatre. He knew that Duo was sexually as good as insatiable, and horny the entire time. Quatre was the ideal victim. Sweet, innocent, and compliant most of all. Not to mention provocative if he wanted to be.

A secret fuck buddy.

Later, he had tried to dismiss those obsessive thoughts, but found that hard, because he indeed had become rather obsessed with it. Sometimes he even dreamt about it, for god’s sake. Then he heard a shaky, breathy moan coming from Quatre in which he was sure he could recognize Duo’s name. And then he jerked awake, and found Duo safely in his arms, once again realizing that it all had been his imagination.

Sometimes Duo woke up too. Then they whispered some nonsense into each other’s ears, kissed a bit, Frenched a bit.

And then they fucked.

Much to the annoyance of the others, especially when they lay in the same room.

Besides, if it was really true, then Trowa and Wufei would’ve told him, right?

Oh no! Doomed! Duo wailed inwardly. Now he was in for it. He guessed it might’ve been the ‘taking a crap’ bit that had triggered Heero’s anger. “Number two! Number two, Heero, okay? See, I’m not being blunt. Heero, lemme gooo!” Duo whined, furiously trying to pull his arm away from Heero’s hand, to no avail.

“It’s not just the being blunt, Duo. It’s also this!” Heero said, pushing the cut open boxers under Duo’s nose. “You’re in deep shit now, Maxwell. I should start trembling if I were you.” Heero strode away, dragging a dramatically shrieking Duo behind him.

“But Heero, I though it would be fuuun! Don’t punish a poor ignorant fool for his ignorance about you being so terribly, terribly prudish!” Duo ceased his little tirade as Heero suddenly stopped, and saw Quatre blocking their way, his eyes worried.

“Quatre?” Heero asked, suddenly serious.

“You’re… not really going to hurt him, are you?” Quatre said with a tiny voice, looking from Heero to Duo, then to Heero again.

“Of course not,” Heero smiled. “It’s only a game. We never hurt each other, at least not seriously.”

“No, more like pleasuring each other to an unbearable level, right Heero?” Duo grinned, squeezing Heero’s ass.

“Ah yes. Coïtus Interruptus, does that ring a bell, Duo love?”

Duo moaned softly and felt a shiver run down his spine. “Hmm, Heerrroo… Is that a promise?” he purred, nuzzling Heero’s cheek.

“Yes, my naughty lover. Now, shall we go?” Heero shackled Duo’s wrist again with his hand and pulled him along behind him. It was remarkable how meek Duo was all of a sudden.

Sighing in exasperation, Quatre sunk back on the sofa. He smiled when Trowa sat down next to him and put a comforting arm around his shoulders. “Trowa?” he said, leaning his head against his friend.

“Yes, little one?”

“What does Coïtus Interruptus mean?”

~*~

Wufei had to commend Heero and Duo. It had been nearly two hours now since they’d left for their bedroom, and they hadn’t shown their faces downstairs ever since. They had even missed out on lunch, which was exceptional for Duo.

He had left the door of his room intentionally open. Not that he liked hearing them scream so much – wasn’t that the main issue in the house – but because he needed Duo’s help. So he would just have to wait for him. Even though he didn’t hear anything at the moment, he still didn’t have the heart to go take a look. Maybe they were asleep, on their bed, without covers, and – so help him god – naked.

Although he might change his mind about that any moment now. It wouldn’t be long until Zechs would be there and he still wasn’t dressed properly.

He looked at his watch again, willing the hands to stop, and at the same time rush forward. God, he longed to see Zechs again, craved to hold him against him, but dammit, he just wasn’t ready yet! He had just taken a shower, that was fine. Nice, manly perfume, hair was good. Clothes were the main problem here. He didn’t really follow fashion, and so he didn’t have a clue what was ‘hot’ at the moment; and consequently he didn’t have any ‘hot’ clothes.

The closing of a door pulled him from his ponderings. There they were. All hail, the dead rise from the ashes. After two hours of screwing, they finally emerged from their room.

So who could blame him if he had a tendency to call them insatiable?

He dashed to his door and stuck his head out. “Duo,” he said on a hushed tone, almost as if it was some kind of secret mission he was on.

Duo looked at him with a bright smile; he still felt a bit on a sexual high from Heero’s punishment. Ooh, it had been good! Heero’s punishments always were, but this time… He had tormented him so exquisitely, almost taking him there, but then roughly jerking him back again. First he had used a little vibrating egg, then an actual vibrator, then his tongue, and then ultimately his cock. Then he had let him come, very hard. He believed he might even have blacked out for a few moments.

Then they had rested a bit. And then they had fucked again. And again.

“What’s up, Wuffles?” he asked.

Wufei sighed at the umptiest misuse of his name. Actually he should be glad. If Duo started calling him with his real name, then there was something seriously wrong. “I never thought I would say this, but I need your help, you know, some advice.”

Duo frowned in genuine surprise. Why, he’d never thought he would live to see the day that Wufei asked for his advice. “Oh. Advice,” he said with a lopsided grin. “Like Quatre?”

“Like Quatre? What… No!” Wufei yelled as the realization had sunk in. “Dressing advice. I don’t know what I should wear.”

“Nothing.”

“What?”

“If you want to get laid you have to come in the nude, man. He’ll know instantly what you want, there will be no fiddling with clothes, plus we’ll get an eyeful of you.”

“I’ve invited him over for a drink!”

“Sure. A drink of you,” Duo winked.

“Oh, shut up,” Wufei grumbled, stepping aside as Duo swished past him. Normally he would rather dance around naked on Piccadilli Circus then letting Duo near his closet, but now that his beloved book was already discovered and in the clutches of Maxwell anyway, he figured it couldn’t do any harm.

“Wuffles, is this all you got?” Duo snorted, looking over the contents of his wardrobe. “This is piteous, man!”

Then again…

“I’m sorry for not having the same ample choice of clothing as you, Maxwell,” Wufei groused. “We don’t all waste our money on the most extravagant latest things.”

“No, you waste it on porn.”

“Hey-!”

“Can we stick to the point, please?” Heero interfered, much to Wufei’s relieve.

“Okay, okay. So when is our Zechsy boy due to be here?” Duo asked.

Wufei threw a swift glance to his watch. “Two o’clock.”

Duo looked at his own watch, and his eyes widened. “That’s in five minutes!” he yelled.

“Yeah, well I kept waiting and waiting for you, but you just wouldn’t get out of your room! Do you realize you have been in there for almost two hours?!”

Duo waved his hand avoidingly and scampered out to his own room. A few nervous heartbeats later, he returned with a shirt and pants. He couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the curdled expression on Wufei’s face.

“Leather?” Wufei said disapprovingly, scrunching his nose.

“Of course. You need tight leather pants to bring out your best assets,” Duo explained.

“And with best assets, you mean my ass?”

“Evidently, I do. And your cock.”

Wufei rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I knew I should’ve asked Heero,” he groaned.

“Hey, I would’ve said the same,” Heero said, seated comfortably on the bed.

“Yes, he would’ve,” Duo grinned. “Except perhaps, he’d have said front and posterior. Now, get undressed, already,” he said, tugging at the sash of Wufei’s robe.

“Hey, do you mind?!” Wufei yelled.

“Frankly, no,” Duo shrugged carelessly.

“Give me those,” Wufei grumbled, snagging the clothes from Duo’s hand and stomping off towards the bathroom. “And don’t peek!”

“Wouldn’t dare.” Duo sniggered and sprawled on the bed next to Heero. He landed with a loud thud and draped an arm over his eyes. It felt like a tangle of confusion and worries in his chest, constricted around his heart.

Heero leaned on an elbow next to him, the sigh his boyfriend blew out letting him know that something was obviously troubling him. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” he asked, brushing his fingers through Duo’s hair. It was still a bit mussed from their love making, his braid loose in a few places. He had to admit that he liked him that way.

Duo just shrugged.

“It’s Quatre, isn’t it?” Heero said. He backed away a bit when Duo unexpectedly veered up again, little fiery flecks in his eyes. “Did you see the way he was looking at you?!” he growled, as if angry with Heero.

“As the matter of fact, I did. What was that about?” In his mind he relived the moment in the lounge room, seeing that longing expression again on Quatre’s face, and it seemed almost ridiculous to him that Quatre would have feelings for him.

“I think he has a crush on you, Heero. He talked to me about it, and I said I wouldn’t tell anyone, but this concerns us too.”

“Did he say to you he has a crush on me?”

“Well… he didn’t say that,” Duo said, slumping his shoulders. “He told me he was in love with someone, someone else than Trowa, but that that person’s already seeing someone. And I know him very well.”

“And?”

“And… that’s it,” Duo shrugged.

“And from that you gather he has a crush on me? Me of all people? Duo, it could be anyone.”

“But it’s someone from the five of us!”

“Did he say that?”

“No, but-“

“So you can’t know it.”

“But it might be. Who else except for us five do we know very well?”

“Zechs,” Heero offered.

“Impossible. Zechs was still single at that time. Wufei too, Trowa too. So that leaves you. You are seeing me, it might very well be you.”

“Might be…” Heero sighed and rubbed a hand across his forehead. “Is this all you’re basing this on, Duo? Might be?”

Duo opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. He could think of plenty of things to retort with, to prove his right, but didn’t feel like arguing, so he wisely kept his mouth shut. For once. If only because Wufei was so close by.

“In any case, if it is, then it would become very complicated. Trowa’s in love with him,” Heero said, standing up and sauntering around a bit in the room.

“How do you…?” Duo screwed his eyes half shut. Had he let something slip in his sleep or something? “How do you know that?”

“I don’t know,” Heero shrugged, staring at a poster of a dragon. “Call it gay intuition. Or not even that, Trowa’s body language says it all.”

“Right…” Duo said thoughtfully. Oh, Heero could have gay intuition, but when he brought up the possibility that Quatre might have a crush on him… “Okay. But then we still don’t know why Quatre was looking at you like that.”

The question would have to wait. A heavy “Ding-dong” sounded through the house, and Wufei burst out of the bathroom, hastily zipping up his pants.

“He’s here!” he yelled, excitedly, and bolted to the door. “Thanks, you guys!”

“Shit, we’re not dressed yet either!” Duo cursed. He followed Wufei outside and made a turn for his bedroom.

Zechs had to admit he was impressed. The address Wufei had given him had brought him to an antique looking, iron gate where he had to stop and identify himself. Quatre had greeted him most cheerfully, and as the gate chimed open, he’d driven along a slinging driveway, trimmed with blooming magnolia trees, until he saw the massive building that was Quatre’s ‘country house’ looming up from behind the trees. He smiled to himself. No doubt in his mind that the house had already seen lots of remarkable stuff happening, with Heero and Duo around. Oh, if only the walls could talk…

He stopped in front of the door, hopped out of the car and checked his appearance one last time in the window before he climbed the steps to the front door and rung the bell. A few moments later, Quatre opened the door.

“Zechs, welcome. Please, come in,” the blonde smiled warmly, stepping aside.

“Thank you, Quatre,” Zechs smiled back.

“Wufei will be with you in a moment. He’s very excited about you visiting us.”

“Is he really?”

“Oh yeah, he’s been counting the seconds.” Quatre almost had the tendency to offer to take his coat from him, a habit he’d been taught by his father. “If ever there’s no personnel around, always offer to take the guest’s coat.” But seeing as the weather was so nice, he didn’t wear any, only a pale yellow, short sleeved shirt with the three top buttons undone and a blue jeans. They engaged in idle chatter for a while, until a discreet cough from up the stairs drew their attention.

Zechs looked up and felt his breath hitch as he saw Wufei. The black shirt matched his eyes perfectly. The pants. Leather? Why, he’d never have expected him to have that in his wardrobe.

Not that he was complaining of course. He could see quite a bit through the tight fitting clothing, though Wufei didn’t look all too comfortable with that.

Wufei should’ve known that Duo and dressing advice were a dangerous combination. He already regretted ever having asked him. He felt so naked, so exposed, the feeling that his fly was still open or his shirt was transparent overwhelming him. He, in fact, wouldn’t be surprised if the latter were true. He’d barely got the chance to check himself in the mirror, but had his eyes deluded him or had he really seen a hint of his nipples through the damn thin fabric?

And were his eyes deluding him now, or was Zechs really looking at him like his shirt was transparent?

Damn Maxwell!

He shuffled down the stairs, all of a sudden almost reluctant to go any further.

“Wufei, you look stunning,” Zechs said, not even trying to hide the admiration and, might he say, lust in his eyes.

“You… you think?” Wufei smiled clumsily, glancing down at his clothes. He wasn’t quite used to wearing this, he even found them downright abhorrent. “You don’t think it’s ridiculous?”

Zechs laughed, airily. He approached the stairs and, reaching out his hand to Wufei, pulled him close to him. “Even if you’d be wearing an old potato bag, you’d still look brilliant,” he murmured in his ear.

Wufei blushed. “Charmer,” he said. “You look good too.”

“Thanks.”

Quatre smiled at the pair of them. “Come, let’s go to the bar. Trowa’s already there.”

“They’re Maxwell’s,” Wufei said, following as Quatre leaded the way. “The clothes I mean. I hate them in fact.”

“Oh?” Zechs said, arching an eyebrow. “Maybe you should’ve come naked then.”

“What…?” Wufei snapped his head up, and saw mischief twinkling in Zechs’ crystal blue eyes. “Maxwell said that too! Are you conspiring against me?” he yelled, though he was smiling.

“No, I swear! Although I want you to know that I wouldn’t have minded.”

“Well, I would! Please, the others are there too, you know!”

“Hmm… yeah, I know,” Zechs mused, seemingly looking at a very amusing tableau in his mind.

“Zechs!”

Trowa looked up as he heard voices appearing. He’d just been wiping some dust off the glasses. Some of them hadn’t been used for quite a while. He’d just been taking Quatre’s orders. He didn’t mind.

He nodded a polite greeting as the three came in, standing behind the counter like a real bartender.

“Where are the other two?” he asked.

“Still upstairs. Getting dressed,” Wufei informed. A hand softly brushed over his butt, and he grinned. Oh, Zechs could barely contain himself. He turned around, and instinctively backed away.

“Christ, Maxwell! When the hell did you enter!” he shouted, annoyed by the amused laughter around him and the ear to ear grin in front of him. “And don’t you touch my ass! Zechs, say something!”

“Yes Duo, please don’t touch his ass,” Zechs humored his lover.

“Thank you.”

“I’m the only one who has that right.”

“Zechs!” Ooh, that devil spawn of a Maxwell! How did he do it to time and time again humiliate him in front of everyone. Was he such an easy victim? And he would’ve expected better from Zechs too!

“Honey,” Zechs cajoled. “It was only a joke. Don’t be angry. Listen.” He leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Next time we’re alone together, you can ask me anything, and I’ll do it. To make up, okay?”

Wufei’s thunderous face softened, and the hint of a smile started to shine through. “Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart.”

“Okay,” he beamed, and tiptoed to press a kiss to Zechs’ lips.

“What will you be drinking?” Quatre said, who had joined Trowa behind the counter.

“Vodka! Me vodka!” Duo yelled, sprinting towards the counter and hanging over it.

Wufei sighed, frustrated, and shook his head. “Maxwell, don’t you know anything about etiquette?” he grumbled, his eye starting to twitch dangerously.

“Of course I do, I just don’t care about it. Now shut up,” Duo said, flipping Wufei the finger. “Quatre, gimme vodka.”

The shade of red on Wufei’s face could not have been healthy. “You’re a swine, Maxwell! Heero, didn’t I hear you say you were gonna teach him some manners?!” he bellowed, pointing childishly at Duo. “I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from him!”

Heero indulged, although he must admit that the situation was kind of amusing. After all, Wufei’s dignity was at stake, and he could understand that Wufei was mortified of seeing that dignity destroyed in the face of his lover; and by Duo no less. He pressed up behind his boyfriend and slid his arms around him. “Why don’t we let Zechs choose first?” he murmured.

“You’re a spoil sport, Heero,” Duo muttered, pressing his head back against Heero’s shoulder.

“And you’re acting like a five year old.”

Duo stuck out his tongue by lack of a better argument.

“You be careful, Maxwell. One day I’ll cut that tongue right off.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t?”

“No, you looove that tongue,” Duo grinned, and dragged his tongue lasciviously along Heero’s cheek. “And the things I can do with it.”

Heero moaned silently, and raised his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, you win.”

The pleasantries had been enough for Zechs to decide on his drink and, Bailey’s in his hand, he watched the pair cuddling together from a bar stool, and smiled, almost dreamily.

“Something on you mind, love?” Wufei murmured, putting a warm arm around Zechs’ shoulders.

“Oh, I was just thinking about a few years back,” Zechs sighed. “About the war and stuff. Who would’ve ever thought we’d be sitting here like this today.”

“We’ve been lucky.”

“Yes,” Zechs whispered, turning to look at Wufei, and his eyes shone. “Very lucky.”

The atmosphere afterwards was relaxed. Duo had denounced from pestering Wufei and found it much more entertaining to dip his fingers in the sweet, white martini – the vodka had miraculously vanished – and let Heero suck them clean. Wufei and Zechs had engaged in a game of pool, sipping from their drinks every now and then, and Quatre and Trowa were experimenting and concocting several cocktails behind the bar, Duo being a more than willing guinea pig.

“I do wonder where all the vodka went, though,” Trowa pondered out loud. “There are a lot of cocktails we can’t make without it.”

“Oh yeah, I just come to remember it,” Duo said. “We used vodka for our drinking game last night.”

“Okay, but Duo,” Heero butted in. “I saw two entire bottles when I came here for a drink last night. It was standing right next to the whiskey. You’re not gonna tell me you used two entire bottles?”

“Hmm… No, you’re right. There were only 10 shot glasses… No wait, 20. And seeing as how I spilled a bit, that must’ve emptied the first bottle. But then what happened to the second?” Duo mused, while he stirred the liquid in his glass and then thoughtfully sucked his finger. “Quatre?”

Quatre briefly spilled a bit of yet another cocktail he was pouring out. “Yes?”

“You were still sober after the game, right? You must know what happened to the other bottle.”

Quatre swallowed. He was slightly sweaty too. “You… you came searching for it here while I brought the glasses to the kitchen. And you emptied the bottle all by yourself.” He couldn’t help but stressing those last words. He knew he was starting to venture on dangerous grounds.

“Oh yeah,” Duo smiled. “Now I remember. Hey, didn’t I pour it out over you and…” He didn’t know what came first, the realization that Heero was sitting next to him or Quatre’s sharp glare that caught his eye. “Uhm… Never mind.”

There was a sudden silence around the counter, a very pressing and uncomfortable silence.

“Care to finish that sentence, Duo?” Heero said, rather sharply.

“If it’s the same for you, I’d rather not.”

“What did you do, Duo?”

“I did nothing.”

“You’re lying, Duo. Your entire behavior just screams it out!”

“It’s nothing to worry about, Heerrrooo…”

“Don’t you Heerrrooo me now! Tell me the truth!”

“But it’s nothing! I… don’t remember it all that clearly.”

“Oh, you really expect me to believe that?”

Quatre’s eyes were darting desperately across the room to find something else to talk about. It was then that he noticed something very odd lying in the sink behind the counter. “What the hell is that?” he said, picking up the curious object, some kind of rubber ring.

“What, little one?” Trowa said.

“Yeah, what Quatre?” Duo gratefully joined in, though Heero fixed him with eyes that told him that the last word had not been spoken about this. Duo could only be lucky they had a guest now.

“Trowa, do you know what this is? Is it from underneath the sink or something?”

It only took a glance for Trowa to see that the thing in Quatre’s hand had nothing to do with the sink, nothing at all. “I don’t think so, little one,” he said with a glare to the two at the other side of the counter. “But maybe these two gentlemen know more about it?”

Duo was most innocently sipping from his Martini. Heero had a rather suspicious shade of red on his cheeks and seemed very interested in his red wine all of a sudden.

“Told you this was a bad idea,” he grumbled under his breath, poking a foot out at Duo.

“Bad idea? What was a bad idea?” Quatre asked.

Duo conjured the most brilliant of smiles on his face and reached out his hand for Quatre to drop the ring in; which he promptly did once Duo’d informed him it was a cock ring.

“Eeew!! I don’t believe you’d do it here! Didn’t you listen to what I told you this morning at all?!” Quatre yelled.

“Well, you didn’t say anything about the bar,” Duo said meekly.

”I said ‘everything in this house’!”

”Hmm… Any chance that didn’t include the bar?”

”No!!”

”Oh.” Brief silence. “What about the pool table?”

”You did it on the pool table?!” At this point, Trowa had to stop Quatre from clambering over the counter and most likely strangling Duo.

”Yes, but in our defence,” Duo said calmly, raising a finger, “it was before your little speech from this morning.”

“I don’t care! Speech or no, this isn’t the way to behave when you’re staying in someone else’s house! Don’t forget you’re guests here and… Heero, you still said it yourself when we were sitting in the lounge room just now and… Trowa, let go of me!”

“It’s okay, Quatre. Hush now, there’s no need to get worked up like this,” Trowa soothed. His blonde friend had a surprisingly hot temper, at least when it came to his house and having sex in it, so it seemed. He could feel him trembling as he closed consoling arms around him.

“But I’m right, aren’t I Trowa?” Quatre whined.

“Of course you are,” Trowa smiled, while he encouraged Quatre with one hand to lay his head against his chest. He felt his heart jumping with glee when Quatre did. “They just love to tease, you know that.” Duo made to comment, but Trowa quickly made an I’ll-slice-your-throat gesture across his throat, combined with a murderous glare. Duo just coughed dryly instead.

Duo sighed and looked around. The amiable mood was mostly ruined here now.

Over at the pool table on the other hand…

“Hey, Heero,” he grinned, nudging his lover with his elbow. “Look at those two over there.”

Heero followed Duo’s nod and smiled. “Ah, pool. The sport to get into someone’s pants.”

Zechs and Wufei seemed oblivious of the tumult over at the bar. Or at least they didn’t give a fuck. Duo and Heero both had to admit that they probably wouldn’t give a fuck either if Zechs would be pressed up behind them. Wufei was pretending to suck at pool. Zechs seemed particularly eager to teach him. Though they were sure his hand on Wufei’s crotch wasn’t part of the education, but Wufei didn’t really seem to mind that abuse.

Then they broke apart, to drink. They must’ve been too hot. Wufei smiled, acting innocent as a small rivulet of wine ran down to his chin and blamed his shaky fingers for it. Zechs quickly reached to wipe it off with his finger, and he seductively licked the wine off. Wufei grinned most mischievously.

“Oh oh! He’s doing it!” Duo whispered, excitedly.

“Doing what?” Heero asked.

“Wufei! He’s doing what I told him, before lunch, about the wine spilling and stuff. He wants to get la-aiid,” Duo sang, grinning.

Heero frowned and looked back at the two, then grinned. “Why, you’re right. And he’s pretty good at it too.”

“Heero, there’s really no art in spilling wine all over yourself, yanno,” Duo shrugged.

“No, but there is an art in spilling wine all over yourself in a seductive fashion.”

“That’s true,” Duo agreed. “Wait, where are they going? They’re groping. They’re giggling. Oh my god, they’re gonna fuck! And they’re taking their drinks with them!” Duo bounced up and down on his bar stool, watching the pair as they excited the bar with hungry eyes. “Heero!” he said excitedly, swiveling around. “Let’s follow them.”

Heero coughed and spluttered his drink out. “What?!”

“Follow them. Ooh, it will be fun! Come on, Heero,” Duo cajoled, jumping off his stool and pulling Heero’s hand, nearly making the barstool topple over in his enthusiasm.

“Wait, you mean like eavesdropping?”

“Yeah, duh. They don’t have to find out. Come on now, hurry!” Duo urged.

Heero thought for a moment. Somehow Duo’s words sounded very enticing. “Okay,” he said.

To be continued…

Chapter 19

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