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"Outside the Box"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: R Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, mention of lemon Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: When Duo offers Quatre some advice Hiiro takes it to heart and turns the tables for the all. "Outside the Box"
“Mornin, Quat.” “………” Duo moved into the tiny kitchen taking care not to stumble over the jutting leg of a broken chair no one had bothered to toss out in the overgrown yard but as his mind was occupied with both waking fully and the odd behavior of his Arabian friend he left it where it was. “You want some coffee?” he asked dumping the stale grounds that were left over from their late night arrival the night before but still the blond boy merely sat staring at a defenseless spot in the corner. His thoughts were momentarily arrested by the sputtering of the faucet when he turned it on, his nose wrinkling in disgust as rusty fluid spurt from within to splatter the chipped and stained sink. “We drank this?” he grumbled recoiling from the pungent smell of sulfur. “There’s bottled water under the sink,” Quatre sighed once again drawing the braided boy’s concerned attention. “Who thought to bring this?” Duo asked retrieving one of the three gallons to fill the coffee pot. “One guess,” Quatre snorted. Duo’s lips curled as he capped the water off and replied, “Hiiro.” The silence that stretched out while he finished setting up the coffee nurtured his growing concern until there was simply nothing else to do but confront his friend. Quatre had gone back to staring a hole in the wallpaper and barely batted an eye when Duo spun the only other whole chair around and plopped down in it. “So,” he smiled leaning his arms along the back. “Someone spray paint Sandrock pink?” “No,” Quatre grumbled impatiently. “Then what’s got your panties in a wad?” Duo persisted. “Nothing,” the blond boy sighed glaring at where his fingers were picking at a cut in the table top. Duo held his tongue a moment and was rewarded with a frustrated. “I just can’t believe he didn’t even notice!” “Who?” “Trowa!” Quatre groaned in frustration. “I’ve done everything I can think of to get his attention but he just keeps missing his queue!” “Whoa,” Duo snickered not unkindly. “You mean… you’re into long, tall and deadly?” “Do not patronize me,” Quatre warned through gritted teeth. Duo laughed because it was the reaction he’d been fishing for and went to find a cup that didn’t have cracks in it. “Have you tried telling him you like him?” “You know I can’t do that!” Quatre whined letting his head fall to bang on the table as he mumbled. “He might never talk to me again.” “Then you’ve got to be more aggressive with the hints,” Duo advised sitting a cup of coffee down in front of him. Quatre peered at it looking as if it was the coffee’s fault then sighed deeply. “I’ve already made a complete fool of myself. You were there last night. I don’t know how to be any more obvious.” “Ever try steeling a kiss?” Quatre spit coffee halfway across the table making Duo laugh and dodge the spray. “Are you insane!?” the blond boy choked. “Well, you’ve gotta try something right?” Duo snickered dabbing drops that had hit his arm away. Quatre paled then pinked as his eyes ran through the possibilities then sighed heavily and slumped back in his chair. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.” “Here,” Duo replied scooting his chair a little closer. “Say I’m Trowa…” “Duo,” Quatre groaned. “No, come on,” the braided boy encouraged. “This is good practice. Now… if I were Trowa how would you go about steeling a kiss?” Quatre looked him over thoughtfully for a moment then sat up and took his coffee cup in hand. Duo sipped his drink while Quatre echoed his movements until the awkwardness grew intolerable. “Quatre,” Duo sighed impatiently then gasped when he was suddenly slammed against the wall and kissed. It was anything but gentle and consisted of nothing but tight lips and brutal determination but Quatre held him fast in spite of his shock and flailing limbs until he quite suddenly disappeared. “HIIRO!’ Duo shouted just before Quatre’s face was caved in by Hiiro’s fist. “NO! He wasn’t attacking me! Calm down!”“We were just practicing!” Quatre rasped desperately where he wriggled in Hiiro’s iron grip. “It’s all right,” Duo soothed coaxing the irate Japanese boy to return their Arabian friend’s feet to the floor. “That’s it.” “Why was he kissing you?” Hiiro demanded unwilling to release the death hold he had on Quatre’s collar. “Mission prep,” Duo explained gently prying his fingers open. “Quat, I think you should try just telling him you like him,” he advised the shaken blond. Hiiro’s stormy, blue eyes glared intently at Quatre as he nodded nervously and summarily disappeared then turned to regard Duo. “What mission?” “He’s got the hots for Trowa, man,” Duo explained shaking of the adrenalin rush. “We were running a simulation. He wasn’t trying to hurt me.” Hiiro looked after Quatre then back to Duo again before he asked, “Is that what that was all about last night?” “Yeah,” Duo laughed locating his coffee cup. “Trowa doesn’t sleep when he does that,” Hiiro commented. “No?” Duo replied washing the dryness from his throat. “He… doesn’t know I know he’s… not sleeping,” the Japanese boy went on sounding uncharacteristically off balance. The odd tone of voice alerted Duo’s hypersensitive ‘Hiiro translation device’ and he smiled. “So,” he grinned. “You figure when he’s… not sleeping… he’s thinking about Quatre?” “He calls his name.” “Then I hope he bucks up and comes clean,” Duo grinned widely. “Because it’d be a real shame if they were to miss out on each other just because he was too scared to tell him how he feels.” Again Hiiro turned to look at where Quatre had disappeared this time taking a little more time to contemplate his thoughts before turning back and stating quite clearly, “I like you.” Duo stopped in mid-swallow as every nerve in his body froze at once. It was all he could do to muster the will to make his body move again and finish before he drowned but he was still hopelessly uncertain about how to respond. The safest way seemed to be, “Uh… I like you too, Hiiro.” “How much?” Hiiro asked stepping up to the table. “Um,” Duo gasped slightly alarmed by the sudden advance. “You know… uh… a lot?” “Enough to let me kiss you?” Hiiro persisted hooking the chair with a foot as he swooped in and stopped nary an inch from Duo’s crisping face. “I… If you really want Nnn!” he grunted when Hiiro’s mouth suddenly covered his own but the feeling was entirely different than when Quatre had kissed him. This started in his toes and slowly invaded every cell of his body until his mind had ceased to function and his body was in complete control. The next thing he knew his back was on the table and Hiiro was doing his best to crawl down his throat and all he wanted in the whole of the universe was to find a hole somewhere and wrap himself as tightly around the impassioned Japanese boy as possible for as long as he could. “I like you,” Hiiro gasped running his hands over the slender curves of Duo’s undulating body. “It shows,” Duo panted drawing him back in for another long, deep kiss. “I want to love you,” Hiiro groaned steeling a glance down the length of his now bare torso. “Do anything you want,” Duo moaned yelping when he was snatched from the table top and dragged through the little safe house toward the room Hiiro had chosen as his own. The momentary reprieve gave him a second to think about what was happening and as much as he wanted to forget about it the concern popped from his mouth when his back hit the bed. “This is going to complicate things.” “No,” Hiiro replied rising above him as he stripped off his shirt and Duo’s mouth went instantly dry. “It simplifies everything,” he told him claiming a long, sweet kiss. “Whatever happens… I know I’ll always have this,” he told him kissing him again. “For as long as you want it,” Duo breathed. Hiiro paused in their frantic race to disrobe and caught his eye before confessing, “It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted for myself.” Duo stared up at him in wonder utterly confounded by the depth of feeling in his eyes. “Just let me love you,” Hiiro begged kissing him softly and Duo whimpered with the force of the emotions that ran through him. ** “Quatre?” “Wh…?” the blond boy gasped starting from the door at the sound of Trowa’s voice. “What’re you doing here?” he asked nervously inching away from the bedroom. Trowa’s brow creased suspiciously before he eased over and laid his ear to the door. Quatre was moving quietly but steadily toward the nearest exit as Trowa’s cheeks flushed then he gently stated, “You’re a voyeur.” “No!” Quatre gasped. “I didn’t mean to spy it’s just that Hiiro was so upset when he saw me kissing Duo I thought…” but the words failed him when he saw a flame ignite in the taller boy’s eyes. “You kissed him?” Trowa deadpanned. “It wasn’t for real,” Quatre hastened to explained. “He was just trying to help me…” but again the words vanished as his skin began to sizzle. “Help you what?” Trowa persisted. Quatre stared open mouthed for a long moment then sighed heavily and ran a hand though his hair. “Trowa,” he began uncertainly. “Do you ever think about… that sort of thing?” he asked tossing a bashful glance at the bedroom door. Trowa followed his gaze managing to keep his color in check when he replied, “Yes. I should think all teenage boy’s think about such things.” “Yes… well,” Quatre bulled forward grasping at the echoing words of Duo’s advice as he gathered his courage about him and confessed, “When I think about it… it’s usually centered around… you.” The slow curl of Trowa’s lips took a good deal of Quatre’s apprehension away but he was still shocked when he stepped forward and slipped an arm around his waist. “Is that true?” he asked relishing the slight tremor in the blond boy’s body as he pulled him close. “I’ve been trying to tell you,” Quatre breathed unable to keep his wits when embraced in Trowa’s strong arms. “And all this time I thought I was projecting my own desire into the way you behaved,” he smiled before claiming a slow kiss that quickly turned Quatre’s knees to sand. “Trowa,” Quatre panted. “Gods,” the taller boy groaned gripping him tightly. “It’s like you know what I want before I do.” “I can feel it,” the blond explained rocking his hips forward at the precise moment Trowa tilted his. “No wonder it seemed like I was imagining it,” Trowa chuckled. “Imagine this,” Quatre grinned gripping his ass and crushing their groins together. Trowa groaned loudly mirroring the move before pushing him toward the other bedroom. “Enough dreams,” he stated between heated kisses. “Time for a reality check.” “Reality lies outside these walls,” the blond commented solemnly. “No,” Trowa grinned kicking the door closed behind them. “That’s the dream,” he told him laying him back on the bed. “This is the only thing that’s real.” Quatre smiled and accepted the kiss he was being offered as a thumping sounded from the room next door secure in the knowledge that there was not only life after war but it promised to be one of great happiness. owari :)
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