"Whispered Touches"

Written By: Zazu

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity, and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events are purely a coincidence.

Rating: PG-13 (for now)

Pairings: 1+2+1, 3+4+3, 5+M (may progress to 1x2x1, etc)

Notes: Beta-read by ShenLong Deb. Thank you!!

/blah/ denotes thoughts.

Summary: Heero moves to a new house and finds something odd going on, something he's not quite sure about.

Started: June 5, 2006 :

"Whispered Touches "

Chapter 11

Under Duo's insistence that he needed time to plan his diary entry as well as to do a thorough re-call of the Maxwell murderer's face, they decided to gather at Heero's house on Saturday. Once the weekend rolled around, Quatre stopped by after lunch to help with the task. Trowa, he informed Heero and Duo, would stop by after his shift at the store ended at around five in the afternoon.

Seeing that Quatre had come over, and knowing that Trowa was at the store, Kanoko decided to do her shopping at both the Barton's store and the larger supermarket a little further away. She left Naoko in Heero's care and left the house.

"What have you come up with, Duo?" Quatre asked, sitting at Heero's desk. A blank document was open on Heero's computer screen; Quatre intended to type up the diary entry before Duo wrote it into his own diary.

Duo floated above Heero's bed. "Dani was taken at night. Someone had managed to pick the lock and get in and out without our noticing. I remember Dad saying that we might have been drugged. We had windows open and it would have been easy for the person to have gassed us."

"Was that what actually had happened?" Heero asked from where he sat under the window seat. Light streamed from outside the window to the back of his head and over his jean-clad legs; it felt nice and warm.

"I think so." Duo nodded. "Less than a week lapsed between Dani's kidnapping and our deaths. When I came back here, I remember..."

"Remember what?" Quatre urged when Duo trailed off.

"I remember wondering why no one could see me in the house. There were cops everywhere, but no one saw me. Then, when I tried to walk out of the door, each time I'd black out and when I opened my eyes again I'd be back in the house. I remember hearing forensics personnel say something about the possibility of gas attacks when he swabbed my window. He said the same thing for my parent's room and a couple of other windows."

"They probably wanted to be thorough then," Heero said thoughtfully. "They knew what they were doing."

"When we woke in the morning, Dani was gone and only a ransom note was left. Then we got the money together like the guy asked through his first call, and then when we got the call to go to the drop off, I took the money and ran next door. You know the rest."

Heero shifted and stood when Wing barked. He left the room and could be heard walking down the stairs.

"So what were you thinking of writing?"

Duo sat up and crossed his legs in mid air. "I was going to write that I had a dare to do and snuck out of the house. Then as I came back I saw the man leaving the house with a duffle bag. I thought he was a thief but I should have been in my house so I didn't say anything. When I got back inside I had looked in on my parents, then into Dani's room. I roughly saw the shape of her blankets and went to bed. The next morning though, I realized that Dani was gone. By then I couldn't say anything without getting in trouble, without saying that I had seen the man and could have stopped Dani from being taken. You know, stupid teenager and all of that."

Quatre lapsed into thought, typing out the points listed by Duo so he wouldn't forget them. Heero returned holding two mugs in one hand and Naoko's hand in the other. Naoko's other hand was holding Wing's collar, but she released it when she saw Quatre turn around.

"Quat!" She hadn't seen the teenager when he had entered the Yuy house. "Quat." She toddled over and put her hand on his leg. Quatre carefully rolled the chair back and picked her up. He pretended to grunt a little.

"Naoko you're growing!" he exclaimed.

"Quat!" she said again. Her hands reached up and she grabbed his hair. "Quaty, quaty, meow, meow!"

Quatre blinked at the girl and winced, then tried to balance his grip on the girl and remove her hands from his hair. Duo snickered.

"I think she's calling you a cat. Trying to call you a kitty."

"Quaty, meow!" Naoko continued gleefully. "Good Quaty!"

"I'm not a cat, Naoko," Quatre said with a smile. "I'm Quatre."

Her attention drifted to Duo on the bed close by. "Doh!" Naoko squirmed and Quatre jumped as she tried to stand and almost placed her foot in the wrong place. He quickly lifted her up and set her down.

"Hi, Naoko," Duo said to the toddler. He ruffled her hair lightly and she smiled happily at him. Heero chuckled and set the mugs on his desk.

"Sorry, Quatre," he apologized. "She's still trying to figure words out."

Quatre didn't take offense and simply smiled. "It's all right. Why don't you read over what we have so far?" He gestured to the screen. Heero bent a little and his eyes moved quickly to skim the few points.

"I don't think we should write that it was a dare," he said thoughtfully. "That might lead the police to looking for your old classmates and friends, Duo. Then they might find out that there was no dare."

"So what do I say?" Duo had grabbed Heero's pillow and was playing hide and seek with Naoko behind the soft object.

"Say you went out for another reason. Like..." Heero thought for a while.

"You went out to the park?" Quatre asked. "Is that good?"

"What would I be doing at the park at night?" Duo asked, his voice deceptively cheerful as he peeked around his right side and blew gently at Naoko's hair.

"You went out for food?" Quatre tried again.

"In the middle of the night?" Duo deadpanned as he straightened over the top of the pillow he was holding vertically.

"Maybe not," Quatre said sheepishly.

"Why don't we say you went out for a joy ride?"

"Quatre!" Duo groaned. "I didn't have a license! I was fifteen!"

"Heero, what do you think?"

Heero had settled himself back under the window. He absently rubbed Wing's head as he thought. "I don't know. What else is there around here? Quatre, you've been living here a while. What is there around that someone could do at night?"

"Okay. Let's just say I went to the park," Duo grumbled. "I'll just say I went there and tried to map out constellations...because someone I had a crush on liked constellations and I wanted to know more about spotting them in order to have a conversation starter."

Heero blinked at Duo, then shrugged. "Sounds viable. No witnesses necessary. Something you could actually have been doing. You don't even have to mention who it is...was."

"The present and past tense throws you off too, doesn't it?" Duo asked with a small grin. "Sorry about that."

"Not your fault," Heero replied automatically. "Okay. Why don't you dictate what you think you'll write to Quatre so he can type it up?" he suggested. "It's time for Naoko's nap so I'll just go and put her into her crib."

"Sure." Duo shrugged and set the pillow aside before smiling at Naoko again. "Nap time!"

"No!"

Duo blinked at Naoko's cheerful negative, then snickered as he looked up at Heero. "Looks like Naoko's entered her 'no' stage, Heero."

Heero sighed. "It seems so." He picked up Naoko regardless and carried her out of the room. Wing stayed where he was and dozed on in the patch of sunlight filtering into the room.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Your father and I are concerned that you may be spending too much time at Heero's, Wufei."

Wufei looked at his mother as he lowered his bowl and chopsticks. "I'm not. I'm keeping up with my grades and nothing is slipping. I'm fine, Ma, don't worry."

Mrs. Chun Meng Rao sighed, setting down her own chopsticks. "But you are still wasting time. Four hours to drive there and another four back. That's eight hours of study time, or sleep time, or chores time, Wufei."

"Ma, Heero has been my closest friend since kindergarten," Wufei replied, already familiar with this conversation. "He'll be coming to visit next time, okay? School has been fine and the workload has not been too great. I am managing just fine."

Meng Rao picked up her chopsticks again. "I don't want you visiting until at least Christmas, all right?"

Christmas was still six weeks away, but Wufei knew he would not be able to sway his mother. "Yes, Ma. Christmas, then." Wufei shifted suddenly, feeling his cell phone vibrate through the pocket of his pants. He subtly reached down and palmed a button through his pants in order to reject the call; no cell phone calls were to be taken at the dinner table.

Mr. Chang Jia Ming swallowed his mouthful of food before he spoke. "Meng Rao, let him decide. Wufei is a growing man. As long as his grades and responsibilities are not suffering, let him visit and do as he wants."

"Ming-"

"He's old enough to decide for himself," Jia Ming said in a tone that effectively ended the conversation. "Wufei knows the consequences of not setting his own priorities and goals, right, Wufei?"

"Yes, Ba," Wufei nodded his head respectfully. It was one thing to think that his father was on his side and letting him do as he pleased. But Wufei knew better than anyone else that if he didn't meet the goals set by himself and the goals set by his family, there would certainly be consequences. What they were, he did not intend to find out. Given that his mother was thinking that he was wasting time traveling to Berkeley, Wufei was glad that he had not informed his parents that he had begun dating on top of the traveling.

Having finished washing the dishes, Wufei finally escaped to his room to look at his phone. He called Meiran back just as he flipped open his math textbook. "Meiran? Sorry I missed your call. I was having dinner."

"Are you busy?"

Wufei's eyebrows furrowed at the sound of Meiran's voice. "I was going to finish my math homework; I only got half of it done before dinner. Are you all right?"

"Yes, I am," Meiran replied. Wufei's eyes narrowed when he heard a car pass by, and he blinked in surprise.

"Meiran, are you not at home?" he asked incredulously. "It's almost eight o'clock! It's dark out!"

"I-"

"Where are you?"

Meiran remained silent.

"Meiran?" Wufei shifted uncomfortably. "Tell me where you are. I'll come find you and we can talk, all right?"

Meiran sighed. "I'm at the park close to my home."

Wufei made some mental calculations. Her house was a ten-minute bike ride from his. The park was a further seven-minute ride. He had about thirty minutes of math left to do. It was not a good night for him to leave the house; if his parents, namely his mother, decided to nose through his work, she would certainly see that he had gone out without completing his work.

"You don't need to come," Meiran said upon hearing his silence. "I was going to go home in a few minutes anyway."

Wufei exhaled softly. "Meiran, tell me what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. Just something really stupid. I...I can tell you tomorrow at lunch."

"Are you sure?" Wufei asked. Meiran only hesitated a moment before she replied.

"Yes. I am."

"I'll stay on the phone with you," Wufei said softly. "Will you go home now? I'm a little worried-"

"I can take care of myself at the park, Wufei," Meiran retorted. Wufei sagged slightly with relief; Meiran was fine if she could still throw a retort back at him, right? "But...I am going to go home now. I'm walking already. If you can stay on the phone for another five minutes then I'll be home."

Wufei scratched his previous thought; something was telling him that Meiran needed him, but after the talk at dinner he didn't dare leave his homework unfinished. By the time he did get it done and got showered, it would be almost nine o'clock; much too late to go over to Meiran's house.

"Sorry, Meiran," he murmured. "Ma's been on my case about visiting Heero too much and she's worried that my grades will suffer and that I will forget my responsibilities."

"You, Chang Wufei? That's not possible. Your responsibilities are the second thing on your priority list. You won't forget them; that's practically a crime for you."

Wufei frowned at her words. "Well, if I am to be a successful man in the future, I must carry on with my responsibilities. If I can't do it now, how can I do it in the future?"

"And of course, one of your responsibilities is to keep your priorities straight. Which is why at the top of your list is your schoolwork. You know it, Fei, your grades will never suffer. You'd never live that down."

Wufei blinked. A part of him wanted to tell Meiran that she was at the top of his priority list, too. Or somewhere near the top. Before he could speak, Meiran continued.

"And family, of course. Your family is perhaps third on the list. Your Ba is about to go to China to work and then you will be the man of the house."

"Yes, I will be." Wufei nodded unconsciously. "When Ba's off in China, I have to take care of Ma and the house."

"Then what comes next?" Meiran asked. "Justice, honor, filial actions? Morals? Friends?" There was a moment of silence before Meiran spoke, softer, as if she didn't want Wufei to hear. "Where am I on your list, Wufei?"

"Meiran?"

"Where am I, Wufei?" Meiran asked, a little louder.

Wufei clenched his pencil in his hand. "At the top."

"Where?"

Wufei felt as if he would be trapped. Surely, no girlfriend wants to know that they are not the very top of their boyfriend's priority list? But he, Chang Wufei, was an honorable man, and honorable men do not lie. He chose a different answering tactic.

"Where am I on yours?" he asked in reply.

"I asked you first," Meiran's voice took a tone that Wufei didn't find himself familiar with. "But then again, your question is as good of an answer as any."

"I asked a question. I didn't answer you. Don't put words in my mouth, Meiran," he chided softly.

"I did no such thing."

"You were clearly alluding to some answer when I hadn't given you one."

"I did not."

"You did."

"I did not."

Wufei sighed in his head. "Are you picking a fight with me, Meiran?" He rubbed his forehead, ready to retort to whatever her next answer was. To his surprise, Meiran laughed lightly.

"Goodnight, Wufei."

The click on the other line told Wufei that Meiran had just hung up on him. Half of him was indignant that she had done such a thing, but the other half began to worry. Meiran had been acting strangely, speaking strangely. He dialed back only to reach her voicemail.

"Meiran? I know you're there. Please answer my call." Wufei called a second and third time only to reach her voicemail again. On his forth call he discovered that her phone had been turned off. Throwing his own cell phone over to his bed in disgust, Wufei grit his teeth as he turned back to his homework. All he could do now was finish his work and try to call her again. If he failed to reach her, he would see her at school the next day.

He continued to reach the 'out of service' message until he stopped calling near midnight.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Trowa smiled politely at Iria as she dished up a vegetarian lasagna. It was his first time having dinner with Quatre's sister and somehow, Trowa had pictured nervously that it was rather similar to meeting a date's parents. He glanced over to Quatre, who was smiling. In fact, the blond was beaming as he shifted plates aside so Iria could set the lasagna down.

"I hope you don't mind vegetarian lasagna, Trowa," Iria said. "In fact, I hope you don't mind the vegetarian meal."

"I don't," Trowa replied with a small quirk of his own lips. "Vegetarian foods are healthy once in a while."

"You happened to come by on vegetarian nights, which is every Saturday that I'm off work." Iria expertly cut the lasagna and dished some onto Trowa's plate. "Which is somewhat rare. I'm usually home on Sundays instead."

Trowa nodded; Quatre had told him as much. "You have an extremely busy schedule."

"Has Quatre been talking behind my back?" Iria asked. "Moaning that I've been neglecting him?"

"Iria!" Quatre flushed.

"No, Quatre hasn't offered a single complaint," Trowa replied, much to Quatre's relief.

Iria cast a look at her brother. "How long have you been dating?"

"A few weeks," Quatre answered with a slight flush. "I told you that before. Why do you ask?"

Iria winked at Quatre. "You've found a good one. He already sticks up for you. When is he moving in to keep you company?"

"Iria!" Quatre flushed a little darker. "He's doing no such thing!"

"Oh. Maybe next month, then?"

Trowa hid another smile as Quatre threw another retort at his sister. The rest of dinner went by smoothly with good-natured banter and discussions, and Trowa thoroughly relaxed and enjoyed himself. They were just beginning to wash the dishes, and Trowa was just arguing with Iria that he could very well wash the dishes, when Iria's pager went off. She picked it up quickly, then sighed.

"Back to work for me. Emergency." She rushed about in a flurry and was ready to leave in all of six minutes, Trowa noticed in almost amusement. Quatre had been honest and said that Iria often got called out on emergencies. "You get to wash after all, Trowa. Come by again soon. I'm sorry to cut dinner short. I was going to show you some baby pictures."

"Iria!" Quatre seethed. "Emergency?" he reminded her.

"Yes. Going now, Quatre. I might be a few hours. Don't wait up. And don't do anything I wouldn't!" With that, Iria was gone, the door clicking shut behind her. Quatre sighed and locked it before returning to the kitchen and pushing his sleeves up.

"Ready to tackle these dishes?" he asked with a grin.

Another twenty-five minutes later, Trowa relaxed on Quatre's bed. Washing the dishes hadn't been a tough job, but the cheese had dried on the lasagna dish and had been hard to scrub off. Quatre checked his email.

"When do you have to be home?" he asked absently as he deleted some junk mail.

Trowa glanced at his watch. "I have to be home in about another two and a half hours."

"Anything you want to do?" Quatre asked.

"Whatever you want." Trowa stretched a little and closed his eyes. "Dinner was delicious. Think I can get that recipe off of your sister?"

"Recipe? You mean the lasagna?" Quatre slipped the lid of his laptop shut as he stretched out beside Trowa.

"Yea. Lasagna," Trowa muttered, stretching a hand up to scratch an itch on his nose before he tucked the hand under his head with a contented sigh.

Quatre snickered. "She got it from your store, Trowa. She discovered she had a pan that was the exact same size and she transfers it over so it looks like she made it."

Trowa grunted. "Really? I'll look at the box later so I can pick one up."

Quatre chuckled. "Sure. You know where the recycling stack is." He glanced at his watch and took it off, setting it on his bedside table. "You won't mind if I run and take a quick shower?" he asked. Trowa's eyes remained closed and he didn't answer. Quatre stretched out beside the taller teenager. "Tro?" he called softly. Trowa didn't move, and Quatre smiled a little before he got up to grab some clothes. As he passed by the bed and sleeping teen again, he paused, then shifted closer. "You're really asleep?"

Trowa tried to grunt in answer but wasn't sure if it came out. It didn't matter; Quatre was going to go shower anyway and he was too comfortable to move.

Quatre hesitated only a moment before he leaned closer and pressed his lips lightly against Trowa's. He pulled away slowly, then turned and slipped into his bathroom. Moments later, the shower came on.

Trowa had to fight instinct and keep his eyes closed when Quatre's lips touched his just lightly. He opened his eyes when the sound of water could be heard and lifted his hand from his abdomen up to touch his lips before he smiled a little.

Perhaps he should pretend to be asleep a bit more often.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Heero sighed a seventh time when he tucked the blankets around Naoko again. For some reason, the toddler just did not want to go to sleep.

"What's wrong baby?" Heero asked, tickling her cheek. "It's time for bed. Time to sleep."

Naoko's attention was on her teddy bear. A tingling at the back of his neck told Heero that Duo was close by and he turned slightly to see Duo entering the room.

"Having some trouble?" Duo asked as he neared the crib.

"She doesn't want to sleep," Heero answered.

"Hi Naoko," Duo cooed. "Time to go to sleep."

"Doh!" Naoko rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up and she reached for Duo.

"You don't mind, do you Heero?" Duo asked. "I'll try to put her to sleep."

"Sure." Heero rested his elbows on the side of the crib, letting it take a bit of his weight. Duo picked up the toddler and Naoko kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, Naoko." Duo returned the kiss before he picked up her teddy bear. "You want a story, Naoko? Then you have to sleep, okay?"

Naoko giggled when Duo used the teddy bear to tickle her nose. Heero kept a watchful eye as Duo sat down in the rocking chair and gently began to rock as he began his story for Naoko. His voice was only a soft murmur and Heero found himself attracted to the soft voice even though he only managed to catch a few of the words. He began to tire a little and was startled when Duo walked close by and nudged Heero's foot.

"Here," Duo murmured, shifting so Heero could take the teddy bear. Then, he lay Naoko down in the crib and pulled up the blankets after setting the bear next to her head. Naoko snuggled in a little. Duo let himself melt through the bars of the crib and whispered a couple more sentences to the girl, ensuring that she was really sleeping before he kissed her forehead and straightened.

"Thank you." Heero said, drawing a hand through his hair. Duo held a finger up to his lips and led the way out of the room. Heero ensured that the night-light was working before he switched off the main light in the room and eased the door halfway closed. Switching off the hall light, Heero followed Duo into his own room.

"It wasn't hard." Duo settled by the window seat. "I do have experience, remember?"

"What were you talking to her about?" Heero asked.

"That's between Naoko and myself, Mr. Nosy," Duo said. "So unless you have trouble going to sleep, you won't get to hear the story."

Heero sat down at his desk and stretched before he pulled up the document that Quatre had typed earlier. Once more, he studied the details Duo had listed of his murderer, trying to form a picture in his mind.

"Do you have enough details?" Duo asked. Heero shifted; he hadn't heard Duo come closer.

"I don't know," Heero confessed. "I'm trying to form a picture in my mind."

"Why don't you try to draw him out?" Duo asked. "I'll tell you if things are right or not."

Heero picked up a sheet of blank paper from his printer. "Sure." He selected a pencil and studied the tip for a moment before he studied the details and began to draw.

"His hair was a little longer. Yea..."

"Are the eyes all right?"

"Not quite. A little bigger, but I can't remember if they were so big because he was shocked or whatever."

"Eyebrows?"

"Perfect...I think."

"You think?"

"I'm trying to remember! Just...skip that for now."

"The nose?"

"He had a pretty handsome face, actually. His nose wasn't that big."

"It doesn't matter if he was handsome or not, does it?"

Duo regarded the picture. "Well, this guy certainly isn't handsome."

Heero groaned. "I'm trying!"

"Sorry," Duo said softly.

Heero immediately straightened. "You don't have to be. I'll try again. Or we'll do it like the cops do it on television."

Duo raised an eyebrow. "And how is that?"

Heero began to draw again. "Matching." For almost an hour, Heero remained silent, drawing various eyes and eyebrows, noses and lips and ears. The hair, Duo had conceded, had for sure been right, as had the facial structure. Once Heero had completed his task, he scanned his drawings into the computer and opened them up on an arts program panel. He turned, his mouth open to tell Duo that he was ready, only to find Duo sleeping on his bed. Heero shifted.

"Duo?" he called softly. Duo rolled onto his back, but didn't wake. Heero glanced at the clock; it was getting a little late and they would be better off looking at the images he had drawn at a later time. After shutting down his computer, Heero opened the door to his room and blinked when he saw his father's hand poised to knock. "Dad?"

"I was just about to tell you that I'm headed to bed and your mother is already asleep. It's late; you should go to bed."

"I was about to. I'm just going to get a drink and peek in on Naoko."

Joseph nodded. "You're like a father to Naoko, aren't you?"

Heero shook his head. "Just a big brother."

Joseph ruffled his son's hair before he turned to the master bedroom. "Goodnight then."

"Goodnight, Dad." Heero padded downstairs to get a drink, then did a quick check to ensure that the doors and windows had been locked. He went up to Naoko's room and walked in; Wing lifted his head to regard Heero for a moment before he settled down again. Naoko was deeply asleep and Heero knelt to rub Wing's head gently. "Thanks boy," he murmured.

Entering his room again, Heero studied Duo's sleeping figure. Maybe ghosts did feel tired too. Just like how ghosts breathed when they didn't have to. Heero fingered the hem of his own t-shirt, wondering if it would be all right for him to sleep on the bed with Duo. The bed was certainly large enough, and Duo was only sleeping on one side of it. Besides, Duo was already asleep and Heero himself was rather tired. With a slight shrug and a reminder to himself that it would be no different than sharing a bed with Wufei, Heero carefully climbed onto his bed and slipped under the covers. Turning his back to Duo, Heero tucked his arm under his head and closed his eyes.

Heero rolled onto his back with a sigh. He was tired, but sleep didn't seem to want to come. Sudden movement reminded him that he wasn't alone in bed; but Duo had already turned onto his stomach and was now half draped over Heero. Duo's nose wrinkled a little, tickled by Heero's hair, before he shifted again and settled his head on Heero's shoulder with a small sigh.

"Um..." Heero shifted slightly, but Duo didn't move. "Duo?"

"Mm," Duo mumbled in his sleep. "More."

"More?" Heero breathed; surely Duo could hear his quickening heartbeat? "More what?"

Duo shifted again, and Heero's eyes widened when he noticed something hard press against his thigh. /Do ghosts get hard...?/ Heero erased the question when Duo pressed close again and tugged a little on Heero as if to pull him closer. /That is definitely a...an erection./ Heero shivered at the tingle he felt through his body at Duo's close proximity.

"C'mon, 'Ro," Duo muttered as he pushed close again.

"D-Duo?" Heero stuttered, feeling his own body respond to Duo's words and the length pressed along his thigh. "Wake up,"

"Wasn't asleep," Duo grumbled as he slid a leg up over Heero's to rest it between Heero's legs. Heero started to feel Duo's thigh pressed over his erection; Duo himself was pressed snug against his hip now. "Come on, a guy's got needs and it doesn't help that you work out and tone your body."

"I...I've never-" Heero flushed and arched against Duo involuntarily when the leg between his shifted, rubbing against his cock.

"Never what?" Duo breathed, tongue flicking out to lick along the outer shell of Heero's ear.

"Only...by myself." Heero answered, his breath catching when Duo pressed close and rubbed against him.

"It's not hard," Duo said. "Just follow my lead and let your body move."

"Duo...? I...you-"

"Just let it go," Duo whispered. "I want you. Realized I wanted you since I stopped being angry at you." Duo's hand traced Heero's side and rubbed gently as he moved his hips and let his leg rest a little heavier on Heero's cock. "How does that feel?"

"Good," Heero moaned lightly. "Duo..." Heero's body arched and he gripped his blanket as he pushed back against Duo's thigh. Then, he wrestled his arm from where it was trapped between his body and Duo's, moving it until he had grabbed Duo's hips and nudged his body in that direction, trying to return Duo's favor.

"Heero," Duo gasped at the sensation. Heero's grip on the blanket flexed as he moved his outer leg over Duo's to press it harder against his cock. His own body moved quickly, instinctively striving for more friction and release.

Duo pressed close and shuddered. Heero rubbed against Duo's thigh again; he was so close, so close to relieving the ache there. The fire in his belly began to narrow in his groin, seeking escape and about to engulf him.

Naoko was crying. Heero heard it faintly, but he was too close to stop. He pushed and arched again, stiffened as he climaxed, then fell back onto his bed a boneless heap. He could hear Duo mumbling his name.

"Heero..."

Heero shifted, trying to get his body under control again. His sated cock twitched at the sound of Duo calling his name again.

"Heero." A hand nudged him and he opened his eyes. Duo was hovering over him, and Heero flushed a little.

"Duo, I-"

"Naoko's crying. Are you all right?"

"All right?" Heero asked in echo.

"It almost morning. I can go but not for long. You have to go to Naoko."

"Almost morning?" Heero blinked and turned his head quickly, noting the early hour of five thirty and the hint of morning filtering through the blinds of his window. The next thing he noticed was the sticky mess in his pants. Shock and embarrassment filtered through him.

"Get up man, your sister's crying."

"I'm up, I'm up." Heero hid his flush with a grimace as he sat up; how would he get out of bed without letting Duo see his mess?

"I'll go first then." Duo rolled and got up gracefully, shooting Heero a look over his shoulder before he left the room.

Heero got up quickly, snagging a clean pair of boxers and pants before he dashed into his washroom, stripping his bottoms and tossing them into his bathtub to be cleaned later. He quickly cleaned and dressed again then washed his hands, staring at his own reflection in the mirror as he tried to come to terms with what had just happened.

He'd just had his second wet dream in his life.

And he had dreamt about Duo.

~*~*~*~*~*~

To Be Continued...

Written: May 4, 2007

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