"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"

2. Wet games

As they descended the stairway, they were greeted with a most pleasant smell, and Duo’s stomach gave another growl of approval. “Mmm, smells good,” he said, letting go of Heero’s hand and following his nose in the direction of the kitchen.

Trowa almost dropped the plates he was holding when Duo burst into the kitchen. That boy had way too much energy for his own good.

“Whoever’s cooking is on duty for the rest of the week!” Duo sang out. He was surprised, not to say slightly stunned, to see Wufei standing behind the stove, poking around with a wooden spoon in a wok. “Wuffie? I didn’t know you could cook.”

“Don’t act so surprised, Maxwell. I am quite capable of taking care of myself. And no, I’m not cooking for the rest of the week,” Wufei said, soberly.

“Hm… pity,” Duo mumbled.

Wufei grimaced when Duo peered over his shoulder to see what he was coocking, and, to his growing annoyance, Heero followed soon after.

“Hey, I know that smell,” Heero said. “That’s something oriental, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is. Now leave me alone and go make yourself useful. Get some chopsticks or something, or cutlery for all I care.”

“There’s nothing more to do,” Duo said, licking his lips. His eyes never left the pan.

“Then go… Duo, I’m warning you.” Wufei spun the spoon around in his hand and pointed it at Duo when he tried to steel food out of the pan. “I’m not afraid to use it. Go sit with Quatre and Trowa on the table so I can finish this off. It shouldn’t take that long anymore.”

Duo sucked his lips between his teeth and did as he was told. Chuckling, Heero did the same. He licked his lips as he waited for the food to come. It had been a long time since he had tasted a traditional oriental dish, and while the Japanese and Chinese kitchen weren’t identical, a lot of the ingredients were the same.

Duo bounced impatiently in his chair. A wide grin appeared on his face when he saw Wufei approaching with the heavy black pan. He tried to wait until the Chinese had served all five of them, but it seemed to him that Wufei was arranging the food on the plates with exaggerated care. Duo wondered if he did it on purpose. When he was finally done, he hungrily attacked his plate. His eyes widened; it was delicious. Spicy, but not too much.

“Fei, I never knew you were such a great cook. This is really good. Exotic, and… and hot.” His hand disappeard under the table. “Just the way I like it,” he grinned, while he slid his hand between Heero’s legs and squeezed. Heero’s gasp made him snigger.

Heero couldn’t stop the blush that rose to his cheeks. His eyes swiftly flickered to the others. “Hn. Idiot. Just finish your plate, will you?” he murmured.

Wufei made a sound of exasperation. “Do you really have to do this? While we’re eating?”

“Aw, I think Fei Fei’s a bit chagrined because he doesn’t have a lover,” Duo smirked.

Insulted, Wufei pointed his chop sticks to Duo like a weapon. “I am not…! You know what, never mind.”

“Yeah, in fact, what was that thing with Robert in the backyard just now?” Trowa said.

“Yeah Wufei. I hope you weren’t hitting on Robert, coz he’s married,” Quatre agreed.

Wufei sighed. “Do you think I have no integrity at all? He was giving me the name and phone number of a clay pigeon shooting club.”

“Oh. So you like that? I didn’t know that,” Trowa said.

“Well, I think it’s a great way to test and improve your reflexes.”

They nodded self-evidently.

When they’d finished lunch, Quatre shoved his plate back, lickcing his lips. “Man, that was good. So, what are the plans for today?” he said, looking around the table.

Duo slurped a noodle in his mouth and shrugged. “You know, chilling. We’re on a holiday, remember?”

“Yes, I know, but surely, we can still go out sometimes?” Quatre suggested.

“Of course we can,” Duo said. “But we still have plenty of time for that. You gotta let us some time to explore your beautiful house. Today, I think I’m gonna try out that swimming pool of yours, Q-babe.”

Everyone simultaneously frowned. Amongst other things. That nickname was… new.

Trowa cleared his throat. “Now, there’s something new,” he said.

Heero didn’t know if he should be angry or amused. He carefully put his chopsticks down, just for his own, or anyone else’s safety. “Duo, you’re not calling anyone a babe but me,” he finally said.

“Yeah Duo, if we should believe your ramblings, then Heero’s the one and only for you,” Wufei agreed.

Quatre was vividly aware of the blush on his cheeks, and thought it might be wise to just hold his tongue.

Duo overlooked the scene; he didn’t think that such a little nickname could create such chaos. “Oh, come on you guys! It was only a nickname!” he whined. “I have to invent some new nicknames sometimes. I’m tired of the old Quat or Q-man.” He didn’t see the grin that was slowly forming on Heero’s lips.

“Maybe you could just use my name,” Quatre retorted. His cheeks still felt quite warm.

“I think Duo should be punished for calling Quatre ‘babe’,” Heero said. He seemed to be talking to the piece of leftover vegetable he was holding up with his chopsticks. Then his eyes drifted to the others. “I think we should cool him down a bit.” There was a secret communication, and at once, everyone stood up and started closing in on Duo, who was starting to look pretty uncomfortable.

“What-what…?” Duo swung his head sharply from side to side. At last, he turned to Heero. “You are so going to pay for this tonight,” he hissed, threatening him with his fork and paying minimal attention to the miserable groan from Wufei.

Before he could say another word, they had seized him and started dragging him out of the kitchen and in the direction of the backyard. It had started with mild, playful struggling, but it soon turned into quite a fight when his eyes caught sight of the swimming pool. “No! Heero, you can’t…! Do something, dammit! I’ll never threaten you with a fork again! And I’ll never call Quatre Q-babe again!” he rattled.

“Funny. Didn’t you say you were planning on trying out the pool, Duo?” Quatre sniggered.

“Yeah, I think I can recall him saying something like that,” Trowa laughed.

Trying desperately not to lose their grip on the floundering bundle, they eventually managed to reach the backyard, and with a lovely swing and a loud splash, Duo landed in the pool. Quatre and Trowa nearly collapsed against each other with laughter. Heero seemed to be wiping tears from his eyes, and even Wufei had a hard time containing his smirks when Duo came spluttering back to the surface.

“Fine! If that’s the case, then I take back everything I’ve just said. Quatre, from now on I’m calling you Q-babe permanently, Heero, your ass is going to suffer tonight, Wufei, stop groaning, you deserve it, and Trowa, for you I’ll still think of something!” Duo yelled. His lips were tightly pressed together in frustration, and his jaw clenched. A distinct vein was pulsing angrily at his temple.

Dragging himself out of the water, he was oblivious of the way Quatre was looking at him. Somewhere along the short, yet hectic trip from the kitchen to the backyard, he had lost the tie of his braid, and now his soaked hair was draped heavily around him. His already tight clothing clung to his body like a second skin, showing off the lines and contours of his body to near perfection. His muscles shifted restlessly under the wet fabric. His ass cheeks looked soft and firm, like ripe fruit. Quatre wanted to squeeze them.

“This isn’t over yet!” he shouted. Angrily, he strode back inside, making it his purpose to drench as much as possible on his way to the bedroom. Luxury be damned!

While Duo was upstairs, the other four went back inside too, still chuckling. On their way to the kitchen, they eyed the mess their friend had made. Heero cleared the table, Quatre did the dishes and Trowa dried, and Wufei – to his great displeasure - was left with mopping the floor, the stairway and the corridor. There was a watery trail all the way up to Duo and Heero’s bedroom. He didn’t have a doubt in his mind that the idiot was still furious and brooding on revenge.

Shrugging his shoulders indifferently, he went to compare the three empty rooms. He thought that he had seen something that just might mean his rescue concerning the nocturnal noises a certain American and Japanese were bound to produce during their stay here. All he needed was a swift peek inside Trowa and Quatre’s rooms.

He was right! The bedrooms were furnished in opposite directions. In Trowa’s room, the bathroom was at the left side, in Quatre’s room at the right side. So that meant that Duo and Heero’s bathroom was also at the left side and…

“Yes!” Wufei yelled.

They had adjacent bathrooms. No way they could scream their way through that. With a happy grin on his face, he turned, and was about to head back downstairs, when he heard a door opening behind him.

“Thought I heard something.”

Gingerly, he peered over his shoulder and his breath most definitely hitched. There was Duo, looking stunning, and being aware of it. His hair was still down, creamy looking skin covered well toned muscles. The black speedo’s he was wearing gave a whole new meaning to the word ‘privates’. His long slender legs were ready to attack, and in his arms lay a gigantic water pistol. Mischief glinted brightly in his violet eyes.

He was on the warpath.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

Heero was just setting the last plates in the cupboard when he suddenly heard stumbling upstairs and a scream from Wufei. Surprised, he looked in the direction of the noises, only to see the Chinese bolting through the door and throwing himself to Heero like a life line.

“Heero! That boyfriend of yours!” he yelled, hiding himself behind Heero’s back. “I swear, if he doesn’t leave me alone right now, then I promise him a slow and painful encounter with my katana!”

Looking quite shocked himself, Heero turned to the door again and was greeted with a splash of water in his face.

“Time for my revenge! Die, you pathetic mortals, die!” Duo laughed hysterically, shooting around the kitchen with his piece of weapon.

“Duo, I’ve only just mopped the floor!” Wufei shouted, annoyed.

Nevertheless, they all delighted in playing along with the game, and soon everyone was running around the kitchen, trying to dodge the ‘deadly’ liquid bullets and occasionally colliding with each other, until Quatre gave a sudden scream.

“Ow! You hit me!” he cried out in mock agony. “Save me, Trowa!” Crumpling to the floor, he dramatically reached out for his friend, but before Trowa could even get near him, Duo had jumped from his position at the door and mercilessly started attacking the little blonde with jets of water.

“Too late for that! I’m going in for the kill,” he yelled, followed by a rather pathetic imitation of a machinegun.

Suddenly, someone pinched at his flanks, and with a squeal of surprise, he dropped the pistol. It was deftly caught by Quatre. Duo swivelled his head around and stared straight into the playful cobalt blue eyes of his boyfriend.

“I’d say the tables are turned,” Heero grinned.

“What?” Jerking his head around again, Duo’s vision was blurred by a well aimed jet of water, coming from a soaked and particularly frustrated Arabian.

“Bulls eye!” Quatre cheered. Not even waiting for a counter attack, he hurried back outside, the gun still safely in his hand and out of reach for his victim. Only a few seconds later, Duo had joined him in the backyard. He saw Quatre waving the water pistol around in the air from the edge of the pool. “Catch me if you can!” the blonde shouted.

Duo was about to snort and yell back “How stupid do you think I am”, but changed his mind. So the little rascal wants to play, he thought. Grinning, he set off at a run, ready to throw himself at Quatre and reclaim his stolen weapon. As he made a dive to catch the boy however, Quatre quickly moved aside. But he had anticipated Quatre’s move, and before he toppled over the edge, he grabbed Quatre’s arm and pulled him with him. The pistol flew through the air and landed on the grass.

Heero, Wufei and Trowa, who didn’t want to miss out on all the fun, had joined their two friends now, and were shamelessly making fun of the little blonde.

Duo laughed too, but still felt a little sympathy for Quatre. After all, it had been only a few minutes since he’d been in exactly the same position. He slowly moved closer to him. “Embarrassing, isn’t it,” he said in a low voice, bending over to Quatre’s ear, “when you’re all wet and people can see through your clothing?”

“What? See through my clothing?” Quatre said, more than a little surprised. He felt Duo tracing a finger down his chest; then he stopped at a nipple and prodded at it for a moment. Quatre had to bite back a moan.

“Your shirt… It’s become transparent,” Duo murmured.

Looking down, Quatre noticed that the fabric of his shirt had indeed turned transparent and that his nipples were clearly visible through the thin tissue. Even though his face was wet, he still felt the sudden heat of a blush on his cheeks.

“They’re laughing at you, Quatre,” Duo said, motioning with his head to the three still sniggering figures on the lawn. “Now, will you let them getting away with that?”

Quatre bit his lip. Duo had dropped his hand in the water again, but he still could feel the imprint of his finger. “N-no,” he stammered. For a very brief moment, he glanced up at Duo’s chest. It was right in front of him! Wet, and shiny, and so beautiful. He wished he could prod at Duo’s nipples too.

“Well then, let’s show them what you’re made of.” Duo squinted at the water pistol in the grass. Quatre followed his gaze and a mischievous grin appeared on his face. “I’ll help you.”

Having found an ally in Duo instead of an enemy, Quatre’s curiosity and sense of revenge flared up, and together, they plotted out a plan to pay their friends back in their own coin.

Trowa was the first one to recover from his laughing fit. “Hey, where are they?” he said, as if to inform his comrades that something was off kilter.

Heero looked at the swimming pool. “Strange, they’re not in the pool anymore.”

They looked around in case they would be somewhere else in the backyard, but they where nowhere to be spotted.

“Maybe they went back inside,” Wufei suggested. “Although… I didn’t actually see them going back inside.”

“Me neither,” Trowa shrugged.

“Not me,” Heero said.

“So then they must be still in the pool,” Wufei pondered.

“Let’s take a look,” Heero said.

“Okay,” Wufei and Trowa nodded.

They gingerly moved towards the pool, their eyes scanning the water surface. The only thing that seemed to wrinkle the smooth surface however, was the warm, soft spring breeze. They leaned over the edge as far as they could without tumbling over. Still no sign of the two.

Heero’s eyes strayed further to the grass and noticed the empty spot where the water pistol had lain before.

“Uh-oh,” he said.

Trowa and Wufei’s head swivelled in his direction. “What?” they said in unison.

“The water pistol is gone.”

Three pairs of eyes drifted to the indoor part of the swimming pool, and they put the pieces together. Too late, they were aware of the presence of two very pissed off creatures behind them. Strong hands pressed in their backs and, before they even had the time to fully register what was happening, they were pushed into the water.

It was Quatre and Duo’s turn now to burst into laughter, as they watched three panicked faces amongst the flailing arms and legs. As if it wasn’t enough already, Quatre started shooting at them with a vengeance, delighting to see the trio squirm under his wrath. His hand seemed to have gotten a life of its own, it kept on pumping and pumping until…

“Damn! It’s empty,” he yelled.

His body still shaking with laughter, Duo reached out his hand to Heero. “Come on, wet dream. Let me help you out.”

Heero ignored the pun, and let himself be pulled out of the water. “Trust me, Maxwell. This isn’t over yet,” he growled.

“Hmm… Should I be scared now?” Duo purred, pressing himself against his partner.

“Very scared,” Heero murmured. Tracing his fingers along the waistband of Duo’s speedos, he hooked his thumb behind the elastic and let it snap.

“Ow! I dare you to do that again!”

Heero nuzzled his lover’s neck and tangled his fingers in the wet chestnut strands. “I might just do that.” Again, he buried his fingers under the elastic, only this time he let them ghost over Duo’s cleft.

“Ohh… Heero,” Duo moaned softly. He felt his knees going week, and held on to Heero for support. “Gonna push some buttons, are you?”

Heero chuckled. One finger crept inside the warm cleft and pushed at Duo’s hole. “Gonna push this button.”

Duo threw his head back and gasped.

A discreet cough interrupted the magic of the moment, and reluctantly, Duo looked aside. “Yes?” There was a dangerous undertone in his voice.

“Heero, I hate to interrupt, believe me, but how about we make ourselves a little more comfortable too?” Trowa said, nodding to Duo’s trunks.

Leaving the earlobe he was currently spoiling, Heero pulled his hand out of Duo’s trunks and turned around. “Sure, why not,” he said, and with a swift kiss and a promising wink, he left his lover alone.

Sighing happily, Duo looked down and couldn’t help but noticing the bulge that had formed at the front of his black speedos.

“Oh, perfect. This is just perfect,” he muttered. With a poor attempt at covering it, he furtively looked around. To his relief, everyone was already heading inside. Shaking his head, he jumped in the pool, where the water would hide his arousal.

A few moments later, the rest of the group had joined Duo again, all dressed in their swimming suits. Quatre and Trowa both lay sprawled on a lounge chair, soaking up the sun. Wufei was swimming with lazy strokes, and Duo and Heero had made it an art to chase each other with the water pistol without knocking over one of the marble garden ornaments.

Trowa sighed contentedly. The weather was simply marvellous. He absentmindedly let his eyes drift around. A bumblebee sniffed at some flowers. A sparrow hopped past in the grass, chasing a bug. Up in the sky, there were white stripes from airplanes. There was the sound of a couple of pigeons in heat, the call of a peacock in heat. The distant laughter from Duo and Heero, also in heat.

Next to him, Quatre stretched with his hands over his head, and idly he wondered if he would ever see him naked on a bed like that, tied to the headboard.

“What?” Quatre said.

“Nothing,” Trowa said quickly.

Suddenly, there was a squeal. Quatre looked up and got to his feet. Apparently, Duo had bumped against one of the statues. “Duo, I swear, if you break one of them…!” he yelled.

Duo waved back, gesturing that everything was alright.

Shaking his head in annoyance, he made to go inside. “Why did I ever agree to let them stay here?” he muttered.

“Where are you going, little one?” Trowa said.

Quatre hesitated. He couldn’t deal with Trowa’s lectures right now; he just wanted to be alone for a while. “Um… I’m gonna get something to drink,” he smiled.

“Oh, okay. Could you get me an orange juice, please?”

“Sure,” Quatre nodded and went inside, his smile still firmly in place. The moment he was in the security of the kitchen however, the smile disappeared. On the surface, he could smile all he wanted; it would never be able to take away the pain, all that gentleness, all that friendliness, it would never be able to stop his tortured heart from bleeding.

He pulled back a chair and collapsed on it in a heap of misery, all thoughts of any drinks forgotten. Only one thought was there permanently, only one face stood clearly in front of his eyes now. Duo’s face. His shimmering, chestnut hair, neatly tied in a thick braid, unruly, stubborn bangs playing in front of his enchanting violet eyes. That sweet smile, always tinged with a hint of mischief. He couldn’t deny this to himself any longer. He didn’t know when or how, but somehow, Duo had wormed his way into a place he should’ve left in peace: his heart. No more hiding from this. Quatre was in love with Duo. Deeply in love.

However, he was aware of what kind of monster that love was. It could destroy everything. Their friendship, the strong bonds they had forged amongst each other during the wars, each other’s trust. He had to keep this to himself, no matter what.

Still, it didn’t make it any easier on him. Sometimes, Duo could rave about his love for Heero for hours on end. For others, it was just annoying; for Quatre, it was as if his very soul was being torn apart with every word he said. At times like that, he just wanted to shout at him that he should just shut the fuck up already. Or cover his ears with his hands and run away. But he never did. He always sat there with that sweet smile of his plastered on his face, and forced himself to listen to Duo’s words, just so he would realize how impossible and outrageous his desires were. Duo belonged to Heero, and Heero belonged to Duo. It was as simple as that.

But why? Why was he so attached to Heero? Yes, Heero had been there to soothe him when he was afraid, to give him advice whenever he needed it, even though he probably wouldn’t listen to it anyway. But so had he, he had been there too to help him when he was hurt, physically or mentally. He cared for him too, and he had shown that more than enough. So then how come his heart was drawn to Heero, and not to him? How come fate had chosen for him to live his life in such agony and pain?

~*~

Gingerly, he inched closer to the white marble statue, senses sharp and pistol at the ready.

“I’ve got you now, Heero Yuy. You can’t escape me, you can’t deceive me. I’m the master of stealth,” Duo murmured under his breath.

In the wild chase around the backyard, Heero had somehow managed to shake Duo off. It wasn’t that hard, there was an abnormal amount of statues. And now, Heero seemed to have merged himself with one of them. But a shadow flickering across the grass had betrayed him, and Duo had caught sight of it, only a fleeting glimpse, but it had been more than enough for the perceptive ex-pilot.

Determined to make his trap snap, he turned around the sculptured piece of stone and aimed his weapon.

“There I got ya! And don’t try to… Huh?”

Two innocent yellow eyes peered up at him. “Miaow?”

Duo scratched the back of his head and looked around in confusion. “A cat? Then where the fuck…?”

Suddenly he felt his speedos being yanked down from his hips, and he jerked his head around to see who’d had the nerve to do that. He stared right into victorious blue irises.

“Master of stealth? I’d say we have a new champion, no?”

Duo blinked rapidly. “What… How did you… When…” In his excitement to turn around, his legs got constricted in his trunks, and he tripped forward on hands and knees. He became acutely aware of his position: on all fours and as good as naked. He slowly looked behind and was pleasantly surprised when he saw the bulge that had formed at the front of Heero’s red speedos. At once, his face split into a naughty grin and he suggestively wiggled his hips.

An incoherent mumble was all Heero could manage. He could never resist Duo’s ass, at least not when it was naked and presenting itself so beautifully to him. Sinking to his knees, he grabbed Duo’s hips and roughly turned him on his back. Duo grunted and greedily reached up for a kiss.

“I want you,” Heero growled in his ear.

“Then take me. You know you can,” Duo breathed, gasping when he felt Heero’s hand taking hold of his hardening cock. “Always…”

Feathering kisses over the smooth neck and shoulder, Heero gently stroked the pulsing shaft in his hand. His own cock throbbed painfully in the restraining, and very tiny piece of clothing. “You’re such an easy lay, aren’t you?” he murmured huskily.

“Yes…” Duo hissed. “Because it’s fun. I love fucking with you.”

“Well then, let’s.” He sucked at a drop of water on Duo’s throat and tightened his grip on his lover’s cock.

Duo rolled his head back and pushed his hips desperately into the tight tunnel of Heero’s hand. He started moaning. Loudly. “Ohh! Oh Heero, yesss… Please take me!”

Just as Heero was about to take off his swimming trunks, they heard a voice behind them.

“You do realize people can see you here?”

Two startled faces looked up. “Aah… Wufei,” Heero said.

Wufei sighed in exasperation. “It’s called a bed. Please use it.”

“Um yeah… Well, the thing is…” Duo stuttered.

“Did you really think we were gonna let you have sex right were we can see it?”

Duo raised a finger in defense. “Actually, we thought that we were behind the statue.”

“Oh you are. But not entirely. We can still see you. And most of all, hear you. And oh please, cover that,” Wufei grimaced, gesturing to Duo’s cock.

Duo stumbled upright and crammed his cock back inside his speedo’s as best as he could.

Heero crawled up too and looked down in embarrassment. “We’re really sorry. It was… the circumstances. It just happened, the heat of the moment and all that crap, you know.”

An amused grin tickled at the corners of Wufei’s mouth. “Hm yes…” he murmured. “It’s okay, I guess. Just don’t let it happen again. Now, if you must go and hump each other, then at least have the decency to do that in your bedroom.”

“Okay,” Duo nodded, and without further ado, they both ran inside, passing a suitably miffed looking Trowa on their way.

~*~

Quatre’s painful introspection was brusquely interrupted when two chortling figures hurried past the half open door and stumbled their way upstairs. He jerked his head upright and thought he had recognized a dark mop of hair and a chestnut braid. He was pretty sure that they hadn’t seen him, and he was also pretty sure what their plans were.

“Man, those two are sex addicts,” Quatre murmured, despondently leaning his chin on his hand. The little green monster called jealousy came alive inside, along with a deep sadness. He didn’t know how much more of this he could still take. He wished his friends all their happiness, but try as he might, he just couldn’t stomach the fact that Heero got to be with him that way. All he got from Duo was the occasional friendly hug. Heero got it all, and that was eating him alive.

His emotions roared and screamed inside of him. Warm and cold were alternating in his body, he was shivering, shaking with sadness and tears stung behind his eyes. He wanted to cry, wanted to let the tears flow, but his manly pride forbade him to break down. He bit his lip hard, until he thought he could taste blood. He whimpered and moaned, he clenched his fists and dug his nails into the palms of his hands, he squeezed his eyes shut, he tried everything to stop his tears from falling. But to no avail. Eventually he felt a hot tear trickling down his cheek, and it was the first of many. Seconds, minutes he sat there like that, hands covering his beautiful eyes, weeping like a little kid, until a distinct sound started drifting through the air. It was muted, but the nature of it was very clear.

“Heero… Oh! Ugh! Yes, oh Heero!”

“Duo! Oh god!”

“No!” Quatre groaned. He pressed his forehead against the table he was sitting at and clawed his fingers in his pale blonde hair. The compilation of all those things, his desires that were fighting to get out, the knowledge that those two were up there doing it, and now the vocal evidence of that, it was destroying him painfully slow. Every little scream clawed at his heart with sharp little nails, making it bleed.

Finally realizing that he shouldn’t stay there any longer, he threw his chair back and ran outside, hands still clamped tightly against his ears, tears still running over his cheeks. It was only when he saw the lounge chair with Trowa still in it and Wufei, who had, god help us, brought his katana, that he remembered the vow he had made to himself: that he shouldn’t let anyone know about his inner pain. He forced his face into somewhat of a warm expression and wiped his tears away with the back of his hand. With a shivery breath, he shuffled back to his chair and went lying on his back. He didn’t notice the awkward look Trowa was giving him.

“Quatre?” Trowa asked, slowly looking around.

“Yes Trowa? What is it?”

“Where are our dr… Have you been crying?!” In an instant, Trowa was kneeling next to his friend and leaning over him.

Startled, Quatre felt at his eyes, and realized too late that they must’ve been red and swollen. How could he forget a couple of stupid drinks anyway?!

He quickly looked away. “Um… My eyes were… irritated from the sun. They’re very sensitive,” he mumbled.

Trowa shook his head, dismissively. He took one of Quatre’s hands in his and stroked his thumb over the smooth back. Softly turning it around, he saw the red marks of fingernails. “Something’s troubling you, isn’t there?” he said.

Quatre faintly shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn’t know how else to react. “No, there’s nothing troubling me. What kinds of troubles would I have? The war is over, I have great friends, I have money. Don’t I have everything I want?”

“Quatre, I’m not blind,” Trowa sighed.

A soft breeze blew through the air, but Quatre wasn’t sure if it was the breeze that made his skin goose bump. He looked down to their entwined hands, and took Trowa’s hands in his now. “Look Trowa. I know that we entrusted a lot to each other during the war. Our fears, our worries, our sadness. And I was really happy for that. I really appreciated all your support, and comfort. I…” He blinked, and his breath hitched. “I don’t think I would’ve made it without you. And it’s very kind of you that you want to help me this time too, only... This is something personal, you know. Something I need to take care of myself.”

Trowa nodded slowly. “So you won’t tell me.”

“Maybe… someday. But right now, I…” When Quatre looked up again, his eyes widened, and he quickly backed away. “Oh bloody hell!”

“What?” Trowa said. The look Quatre was giving him was highly unsettling.

Instead of answering, Quatre stumbled backward. His eyes were fixed on something…

… Something that seemed to be situated right behind Trowa.

Slowly, he turned his head around, and too late, realized who had chosen that exact moment to come and claim his revenge.

“Told you I’d still think of something for you,” Duo said with a decadent, exaggerated grin on his face.

A bucket of ice-cold water was being dumped over his head, followed by a maniacal laugh.

Trowa screamed and spluttered for air. “God fucking dammit!!” He hugged himself, helplessly looking around for a towel.

Duo’s mouth fell open with indignity. He looked at Heero, and then back at Trowa. “Gosh Trow, maybe I oughta do this a bit more often. It really loosens you up, huh?” he smirked, ducking just in time to dodge a flying bottle of sunscreen lotion.

“Don’t you dare!” Trowa huffed. He gladly accepted the dry towel Quatre wrapped around him. “Besides, didn’t you see Quatre and I were having a conversation?”

“But you were such an easy victim. I couldn’t let that pass, now could I?” Duo chirped.

Quatre vigorously rubbed Trowa dry. “God, you’re all cold,” he said.

“Maybe you should crawl under the towel with him and heat him up yourself, Q-babe,” Duo smirked, winking suggestively.

Quatre flushed. He seemed to do that a lot with Duo around. “Shut up,” he muttered. “Besides, I think the conversation was pretty much over, right?”

Picking up on the slight sternness in Quatre’s voice and the pointed look he was giving his friend, Duo decided that now probably would be a good moment to give the boy some much needed distraction.

“Heero, if you don’t mind, I would like to give Quatre that explanation now. You know…” he said softly to his lover.

“Sure, go ahead,” Heero said, not without a little hesitation.

“Hey Q-babe!” Duo said, beckoning him over.

Sighing with mild frustration, Quatre looked up. He really didn’t care so much for that new nickname. “What is it, Duo?”

Duo waited until Quatre was close enough, so only he could hear him. “Remember what I have promised you in the supermarket this morning?” he said. He couldn’t help but chuckling when he saw the different shades of red appearing on Quatre’s face.

“Y-yes,” Quatre stuttered nervously.

“Well, I think it’s about time I fulfil that promise, don’t you think?” Duo smiled, putting an arm around Quatre’s shoulders and leading him inside.

“Duo, where are we going?”

“Bedroom.”

“Bedroom?!” Quatre choked, his face probably resembling something like a tomato by now.

“Yeah. I have all my stuff over there.”

“Your stuff? Duo, what exactly are you planning on doing?” Quatre was starting to wish he had never asked for this.

“Nothing out of the ordinary, Q-babe, don’t worry,” Duo grinned. “I just want to be thorough, that’s all.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Say Q-babe, what was all the fuss with Trowa just now?”

“Oh, that was nothing,” Quatre said, waving his hand slightly as if to slap the subject away. “He was just a little… How shall I put it? Overprotective.”

“Overprotective?” Duo queried, turning his head to his friend and arching an eyebrow. “Not the obtrusive kind of overprotective, I hope?”

Noticing the underlying meaning in Duo’s words, Quatre quickly shook his head. “Oh no! No Duo, it’s not the way you’re thinking. Trowa would never do such a thing, I know him, he’s a friend.”

“Alright then. So, now that that’s cleared up, why don’t we move on to the more interesting stuff?”

Swallowing hard, Quatre couldn’t stop a shiver from creeping down his spine when he heard the low rumble in Duo’s voice. It had almost sounded sultry. They had reached Duo’s bedroom now. Nervously, Quatre stepped inside when Duo held the door open for him. Duo entered right behind him and closed the door. It had something exclusive. They were alone… no one else could see them.

Quatre looked at the bed. He felt a sudden stab in his gut when he realized that not so long ago, Heero and Duo had been here. In that bed… fucking. He thought that he could still pick up on the smell of sex that hung in the room.

“What?” Duo said, seeing how Quatre was staring at the bed. “Oh don’t worry, we changed the sheets.”

Quatre watched his friend walking toward the bed, following the sway of the slender hips with his eyes, and very much cursing the fact that he was still wearing nothing more than his swimming trunks.

This was a bad idea.

“Come Q-babe. Come sitting next to me,” Duo said softly, sitting cross-legged on the bed and tapping the empty space next to him.

Quatre’s eyes were drawn to the open space between Duo’s legs; they travelled up the firm abs and strong chest. His skin was still damp with drying up water or sweat

He sighed. This was definetely a bad idea!

Again, he swallowed at the seductive look Duo was giving him. Or was that only his own screwed imagination? It must’ve been. Duo was with Heero for heaven’s sake! He would have to remember that! Repeat it over and over in his head like a mantra!

“You… really don’t mind… Do you?” Quatre stammered, shuffling towards the bed.

“Q-babe, if I minded explaining to you, then I wouldn’t have offered it myself, now would I? Now, get your cute ass over here.”

Assuming that Duo was probably right, Quatre scurried over to his friend and sat next to him. Unlike Duo, he let his legs dangle over the edge of the bed, but he surreptitiously folded both hands over the front of his groin to hide any possible… inconvenience.

To Quatre, it felt kind of special to sit so close to Duo. Duo had always seemed so unreachable to him. It was always like there was an imaginary bubble around Duo. And now, Quatre could be in that bubble with him.

“So tell me. What do you want to know?” Duo said.

“Well… everything.”

Grinning, Duo sneaked an arm around Quatre’s shoulders, and lowered his mouth to Quatre’s ear. “Well then, let the lessons begin,” he murmured.

~*~

Trowa watched Quatre following Duo, having no clue as to where they were going. His face was unreadable and bereft of any emotions, like it had been most of the time during the war. He was glad that he was starting to lose that habit. Because of Quatre, he smiled more often. He talked more, laughed more, had more fun. It was something only Quatre could do to him; he thought that he was heading in the right direction with Quatre. But while he watched his friend following Duo so meekly, he had felt something entirely different. He wanted to call it curiosity, but in reality, it was something deeper, something that he wasn’t sure of himself. Had it been a subconscious fear that Quatre was not telling him something he needed to know? Had it been jealousy?

“Where are they going?” Trowa said to Heero, back in his silent, impassive voice.

“Oh, just another brilliant idea from my significant other. He’s going to give Quatre sex education,” Heero said in all honesty.

“What?!” Trowa snapped, jerking his head aside to where Heero stood. “He’s going to do what?!”

Suddenly becoming aware of how that must’ve sounded to Trowa, Heero cursed his lack of tact and tried for a feeble save. “I mean… It’s not… It’s not what you think… Oh God.”

Trowa went sitting back down, rubbing his temples and forcing his breathing to become regular again. “Heero, stop stuttering like that and just tell me what you mean with ‘sex education’, okay?”

Heero had never been really sure about what Trowa’s feelings were towards Quatre. Of course, he’d had certain suspicions, and there had often been some kind of bet going on between him and Duo. But now he was sure. He smiled softly and sat on the chair next to Trowa.

“Quatre was just curious. He’s never had a male lover before, and Duo is the only one with the right knowledge and who’s openhearted enough for that kind of stuff,” he explained. He made their eyes meet and gave him a reassuring look. “Nothing will happen. Hey, you think I was happy when he told me?”

“But Heero… It’s just that… I… don’t know…” Trowa struggled helplessly with his speech. Eventually, he gave up and dropped his head in his hands.

“It’s a delicate subject Trowa. He just wants to be prepared, wants to do it right.” Heero tapped his friend sympathetically on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Trowa. Duo’s mine and he knows that. I remind him of that every day and every night,” he smiled. “It’s education and nothing more. The practice… Well, think we’d better leave that up to someone else, right?” he added with a swift wink.

Blushing profusely, Trowa quickly looked away. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he mumbled.

To be continued…

Next chapter: Duo’s sex ed is about to become reeeaaally graphical, and Duo discovers something very unsettling.

Preview:

“Hey, hot stuff,” Duo smiled, straddling his lover’s hips and pressing a sweet kiss to his soft lips.

“Hey, sexbomb,” Heero smiled back, running a loving hand over Duo’s arm. “So, how did your education go?”

“Very well. But we’re gonna have to continue it some other time.”

“Oh, why?” Heero said, arching an eyebrow.

A glimpse of a grin flitted across Duo’s lips, but he changed his mind about telling the entire truth. He didn’t want to encroach upon Quatre’s privacy and embarrass the boy with it. “Personal stuff,” he said. “So, what’s this I’ve heard?”

“What have you heard?” Heero murmured.

“That I’m in charge of breakfast tomorrow?”

“Oh that,” Heero smirked. “Yeah, that’s true.”

“Oh that’s true, is it? You do know what that means?”

“What does it mean?”

Duo leaned over to Heero’s ear. “No morning quickie.”

Heero gasped and a shiver ran through him. “Not necessarily,” he whispered.

“Oh?” Duo said, straightening again with slight surprise.

Reaching up, Heero in his turn bowed over to Duo’s ear. “I will help you. We haven’t done it in the kitchen yet, at least not during our stay here.”

tbc...

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