Title: Secrets of Song
Author: Shinigami Rinoa
Type: AU, yaoi, LEMON
Pairings: various, you'll find out the main ones eventually...
Warnings: Relena bashing, Slut and Bastardized Heero and Wufei for a while, my very first LEMON! Foul language, just plain strange ideas. Oh, and a very strong FF7 cameo! Anyways, on with the fic!



The quiet jingling of bells startled the bartender. She recognized that sound; the hollow, metallic tinkling of the chimes suspended over the front doorway. It meant someone had either entered or left, and since it was only noon and the bar was empty, it had to be the former. She tucked one strand of unruly raven hair behind her ear, straightened her back to show off her curvaceous figure, and smiled slyly, hoping to allure the visitor into staying. Her spirits quickly dropped when she saw who it was. “Hey there, Heero! It’s awful early for you to be here! What’s up?”

The boy strode up to the counter on slender legs and hoisted himself up to sit on it. “Why Tifa, I thought you knew everything! The latest client not a big talker in bed?”

She shoved him off the wooden countertop disgustedly and resumed wiping the glasses around her nonchalantly. Her eyes never met him as she snorted, “You’re the slut around here, not me.”

“Yeah, I know. But I haven’t been getting much action lately. My partner’s been outta town.”

“So that’s what it was! Poor little Heero can’t seduce the pretty boys without his smooth-talking China boy. I was wondering why you hadn’t stopped in.”

Heero looked away, his eyes searching the empty tables. “Well, he gets back today and I’m supposed to meet him here.”

Tifa punched him lightly in the arm. Sparks danced in her topaz eyes playfully. “So where has he been? Run out of local guys to blow?”

“His dad got married. He was at the wedding, you know, doing his sonly duty.”

“So who’s the chick?”

“Some broad with a kid from a previous marriage.”

Tifa leaned forward, suddenly interested. “Male or female?”

The bells clinked again, cutting off Heero’s answer before it even had a chance to be vocalized. Onyx eyes met cobalt. A smirk crept onto Heero’s face. “Welcome home.”

Wufei grinned back. He nearly leapt onto the Japanese boy, crushing their lips together in a bruising kiss. Heero submitted, opening his mouth for the other boy’s tongue to explore. Tifa shook her head, chuckling. Some things never change, and one of them is lust between those two… Her thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt as she noticed a fourth person in the room. He lingered by the doorway, hands jammed into his jeans pockets, weight resting gingerly on one arced hip. One only emerald eye was fully visible, and it peered up meekly from beneath ragged, mahogany bangs. Tifa cocked her head. Bang, not bangs. She spoke loudly, hoping to snap the couple writhing on the stools before her back into reality. “So, what’s your name?”

Wufei was the first to look up. He climbed off of Heero quickly and moved to stand by the tall boy. “This is Trowa. He’s my stepbrother now, so wipe the wolfish look from your face, Heero.”

The Japanese boy shrugged slightly and looked away. “We’ve done worse things, Wufei, why can’t we get him in a threesome?”

Trowa paled visibly. Wufei groaned. “I wish we could, but Father Dearest doesn’t want us turning his new wife’s son into a “fag-boy” like us, as he so articulately put it. And that’s not the best part.”

It was Heero’s turn to pale. “What does he want from us now?”

“Trowa plays bass guitar.”

“Yes, and…?”

“I play the drums. You play lead guitar.”

Tifa broke out into hysterics. “He expects you fucks to become a band?!”

Heero buried his face in his hands. “I don’t believe this.”

“Well you better,” Wufei sighed. “We don’t have much of a choice. He wants to control me in some way or another. It’s this or military school.”

The laughter stopped immediately. Heero stood up and walked over to the Chinese boy, hooking one arm around his waist and pulling him flush up against him. Wufei ground his hips forward teasingly. He licked his lips, causing Heero to grow even harder, and purred, “You don’t want that, do you?”

Tifa cleared her throat quietly. “Boys, if you want to make an actual band, you’re gonna need a singer. Trowa, can you do that?”

The silent boy merely shook his head and resumed staring at the floor. Wufei sighed and broke out of Heero’s embrace. “So what do you suggest we do, sweetheart?”

Tifa shot him a sarcastic smile and waved her hand flippantly. “We have karaoke nights here every Friday.”

“Since when?!” Heero exclaimed.

“Since you boys stopped coming here when Wufei left.”

“That means you’ve only had one.” Everyone turned to look at Trowa, shocked that he had actually spoken. He raised his eyes reluctantly. “He was only gone one week.”

Tifa blushed. “Well, it’s gonna become a regular thing, so get used to it!”

Heero rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “So what you’re suggesting is that we come here Friday…”

“Tomorrow,” Trowa interjected.

“… Tomorrow,” Heero corrected with a guarded scowl, “Listen to a bunch of random drunkards croon, and then select the least offensive one to spend nearly every waking moment with us practicing?”

“I like it.” Wufei smiled. “But what’s with this “every waking moment” bit? Why can’t we find a nice boy with a firm ass and…”

“Okay okay, you’ve convinced me. We’ll be back here tomorrow night at…?”

“9:30,” Tifa answered. “See you fellas then!”

Wufei cast a sly glance her way. “Sure you don’t wanna come home with us? There’s no customers and…”

“Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. Besides, I thought you all had moved on to guys.”

Heero laughed in mock surprise. “I was wondering how long it would take before they made a t-shirt! About time!”

Tifa shook her head fiercely, trying to forget the nights she had spent with those two. “Get outta here, you nymphos, and don’t come back until tomorrow!”


The instant Quatre saw him, he fell in love. Normally, 5th hour would have been nothing special. Boring course, even more boring teacher, but that day bore something that changed the blonde boy forever. The students in his Algebra II class were a naturally restless bunch and began the hour as usual, lost in conversations. The class snapped back to attention as Mrs. Otaku rapped a ruler on her desk fiercely enough to make it splinter. She “harrumphed” once or twice and enunciated every word she spoke. “Class, we have a new student today. I’d like you to meet…”

She looked over at the stranger for assurance. He bowed his head. “Trowa Barton.”

And that was it. That was all it took to send the poor Winner boy spiraling head over heels into love. Mrs. Otaku noticed his change in demeanor and dealt with it as rationally as she could. “Quatre Raberba Winner, where is your head? You look as brainless as all the rest of them today!”

He sank down into his seat, flushed pink with embarrassment. The teacher ignored his reaction, turned to Trowa, and stated, “Mr. Barton, if you don’t mind, please find yourself an empty seat.”

Realizing that the seat next to him was empty, Quatre’s cheekbones stained a deeper crimson and he shielded his face with his hands. Trowa nearly laughed. He shouldered his pack and started over to the trembling boy. Without a word, he slid into the empty chair. Quatre peered between his fingers, eager to see the mysterious boy up close. Finally, he mustered up his courage and chirped, “Ohayo! My name is…”

“…Quatre Raberba Winner,” Trowa stated quietly. “I heard the teacher.”

Quatre blushed again. “So…” he began, gnawing on his lip thoughtfully, searching for a subject. “Are you good at math?”

It was Trowa’s turn to blush. He didn’t like admitting his downfalls in front of the charming young boy. “Not really. But I suppose I can learn.”

“Do you want tutoring?” Quatre clapped his hands over his mouth, shocked at the words that had just tumbled out. Frantically, he stammered, “I’m sorry, that was very condescending of me, I really shouldn’t have…”

“Would you?” Those two words stilled the blonde’s babbling. Trowa continued, “I mean, I actually would… appreciate some help…”

“Sure!” he yelped, leaping at the opportunity to spend out of school time with the object of his newly acquired desires. “When would be best for you?”

Trowa rubbed his chin. “Well, I’m going out with my step brother and his friend tomorrow. Saturday?”

“Perfect,” Quatre cooed.


Heero banged his head against the countertop. “TIFA! Gimme another drink!”

“I don’t think so Yuy,” she scolded. “You’re not even legal drinking age, you’re lucky I gave you one!”

“Lucky?! You call this luck?!” He pointed at the stage with immeasurable disdain. “We’ve been sitting here at the bar for two hours and the best singing we’ve heard was from a GODDAMN BRITNEY SPEARS WANNABE!!! Do you know how pathetic that is?!”

“The night isn’t over,” Trowa monotoned.

“I’ll say,” Wufei added. He turned back to face the stage, preparing for another horrid act. What appeared was much to the contrary. Dazed, he began tapping the Japanese boy on the shoulder repeatedly, each tap firmer and more urgent than the last. With a low growl, Heero spun around to face him. “What now?!”

“I think our luck may be changing.” Wufei merely pointed at the figure on stage that his eyes had not yet left. Gentle strains of orchestrated music engulfed the bar. Heero squinted, straining to get a better look at the potential singer. Clad in indigo jeans that had strands of silver glitter woven into the fabric and a shimmering white silk shirt with triangular sleeves that belled out from the elbows to the wrists, she looked an angel wrought into human form. She had long, lustrous hair that cascaded down her back in waves of chestnut, streaked here and there with lavender dye, and wide, watery eyes that shone bright amethyst all the way from stage. All three boys watched in awe as she stood stock still, turned her face upwards, into to the pallid stage lights, and softly began to sing in a smooth alto.

“Whenever sang my songs, on the stage, on my own…”

“Beautiful voice,” Trowa sighed.

“Whenever said my words, wishing they would be heard. I saw you smiling at me; was it real or just my fantasy?”

“Beautiful creature,” Wufei chuckled. He continued to leer lecherously at the young girl, his eyes caressing every curve of her body as if she was wearing nothing at all.

“You’d always be there in the corner of this tiny little bar. My last night here for you; same old songs, just once more.”

“Yeah…” Heero nearly moaned. “Hey wait a minute, Wu, since when do you like women again?”

“My last night here with you?”

Tifa leaned onto the bar on her elbows. “What women are you guys talking about?”

“The gorgeous one up there that’s gonna become the singer of our band,” Wufei declared.

“Maybe yes, maybe no.”

“That isn’t a woman,” Tifa whispered. Heero turned his eyes back to the stage. He looked the singer over from head to toe. For once his looking wasn’t fueled by a sexual urge; it was some other feeling, something deep in his gut that he couldn’t quite recognize.

“I kind of liked it your way, how you shyly placed your eyes on me. Oh, did you ever know that I had mine on you?”

Wufei whistled briefly. “So it isn’t. That’s even better. A pretty boy…”

“Darling, so there you are with that look on your face, as if you’re never hurt, as if you’re never down. Shall I be the one for you, who pinches you softly but sure? If frown is shown then, I will know that you are no dreamer.”

The singer lowered his head, rivulets of hair tumbling over his tender shoulders, and a musical break filled the room with slow, melodic harmonies between the orchestra and a solo flute. Wufei grinned. “Man, he makes me hard just looking at him! We gotta get this boy!”

Heero hesitated slightly, then shook his head. “Wu, I don’t think this is one to corrupt. He looks so… innocent.”

“I know, that’s what makes him so tempting!” the Chinese boy hissed. “Come on, he’s dressed like a girl, how naïve can he be?”

At that point, the music quieted down again and the singer’s voice flowed into their anxious ears.

“So let me come to you, close as I wanted to be. Close enough for me to feel your heart beating fast, and stay there as I whisper. How I loved your peaceful eyes on me. Did you ever know that I had mine on you?”

Wufei rubbed his hands together greedily. Heero shifted uneasily in his seat. ‘Why is this bothering me so much?’ he demanded of himself. ‘I’ve never had a problem with Wufei’s sex life before, why is it bothering me so much now?’

“Darling so share with me your love if you have enough, your tears if you’re holding back, or pain if that’s what it is.”

‘What is this feeling in the pit of my stomach?’

“How can I let you know I’m more than the dress and the voice?”

‘And what is it that’s making me feel this way?’

“Just reach me out and then you will know that you are not dreaming.”

As the last strains of music died out, the singer strode evenly out of the lights and off of the stage. Wufei leapt to his feet, grabbing Heero’s hand and pulling him up too. “Come on, we gotta go catch that guy before he leaves!”


The cold air nipped at his ankles as he stepped outside. ‘Another day, another show, another dollar,’ he thought wearily. He strolled up to the edge of the street, examining the stretch of pavement for any signs of an oncoming taxi. The apartment he owned wasn’t very much, but it was all he had and he wanted to get back to it and try to sleep. A cry of “Hey! You!” caused him to cringe and bury his face in the collar of his trench coat. ‘Oh God, not another horny drunk, where’s a taxi? Shitshitshit…’ He prepared himself for the worst and spun around, only to come face to face with three teenagers. The one who had called out to him before took a step forward, smiling as though at an inward joke. The teenager extended one hand, announcing, “My name is Wufei Chang.”

“Duo Maxwell.” He accepted the guy’s hand and shook it lightly. Wufei gestured to the guys behind him. “These are my co-horts, Heero Yuy and Trowa Barton.”

Duo jerked his head upward in a silent greeting. “So, uh, if you don’t mind my asking, what are you fellas doing out here?”

“Well for one thing, I was interesting in seeing if someone as luscious as yourself is single.” Heero rolled his eyes. ‘That’s Wufei for you…’ Duo only blushed. “Yes, I am, but if that’s your reason, why are the other boys here?”

“That’s the other matter,” Wufei continued, snaking one arm around Duo’s waist and pulling him close. “We are, by all musical rights, a band. Or at least we’re trying to be. But none of us are vocally blessed, so we were wondering…”

“I’ll give it some thought,” Duo interrupted. “But I wanna get to know you guys better before I agree to anything permanent, got it?”

Wufei raised his hands up defensively. “Understood. Let’s start the ‘getting to know you’ process next Friday. Movie?”

“Are you asking me out?”


Duo giggled. “Alright, it’s a deal.” He started away, but stopped after a few steps and asked, “Walk with me?”

Wufei absolutely beamed. “It would be my pleasure.”

With that, the four boys started off, two of them hand in hand.


Trowa scanned the living room thoughtfully. ‘Quatre should be here in…’ He glanced at the clock anxiously. 6:00 PM. ‘Half an hour. Should I put cookies in the oven just for good measure?’ He brushed the idea off as too feminine and began to wonder if there was any way to get Wufei out of the house. As if reading his mind, the dark-haired boy came pummeling down the stairs, sprinting for the front door. Trowa nearly cried out in surprise. “What are you doing?!”

“I'm going to see Duo.” Wufei grabbed blindly for a coat.

“But it’s only Saturday! You just met the guy yesterday!”

“I know. That’s why you have to wish me luck!” The Chinese boy planted a quick kiss on his stepbrother’s cheek and bolted out the door. Trowa merely shrugged and resumed tidying up the house. In what seemed like no time at all, the doorbell rang. He took a shaky breath, swept one corrective hand through his hair and threw open the door. Quatre smiled brightly. “Hey there! I’m not early, am I?”

“No,” Trowa sighed. “You’re right on time.”

Trowa was a quick learner, and they finished studying hours before Quatre was due home. An awkward silence settled between them as they sat on opposite ends of the couch, vacantly staring at the TV. Quatre gnawed at his lower lip nervously. “Um… Trowa?”

“Hai?” The blonde boy wrung his hands together, peering down at them modestly. “I have a question to ask of you.”

Trowa’s heart leapt in his chest. “What is it, Quatre?”

He quivered at the sound of his name on those lips. “Promise you won’t get mad at me?”

Trowa leaned in over the cushion between them and nodded, trying in vain to swallow down the lump hanging in his throat. Quatre met him in the center, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck, and brushing a feather-light kiss on his lips. He withdrew quickly, blushing and terribly embarrassed. “Gomen nasai, Trowa, I don’t know what I was thinking, I…”

Trowa cut him off with another kiss, this one firm and urgent. He broke away from a moment to whisper, “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

Quatre beamed at him and pulled him in for another kiss. It caught Trowa off balance and he fell forward, ending up lying on the couch with Quatre pinned beneath him. He smiled into his beloved’s lips, urging them open. The smaller boy submitted, and their tongues twirled around one another, caught in the moment. They didn’t part, not even for breath, until Quatre’s sister Iria pulled up into the driveway and honked two hours later.


Thundering knocks resounded from the doorway. Duo jumped, genuinely surprised. Before he could respond, the front door flung itself open, revealing a Chinese boy leaning against the frame, panting and obviously exhausted. The braided boy planted his hands firmly on his hips. “Wufei, what the hell are you doing here?!”

Without a word or any sort of notice, he launched himself forward and kissed Duo firmly on the lips. The American reacted violently, struggling against the boy’s strong hold. Wufei gripped him tighter, squeezing his forearms to the point of bruising. After a considerable amount of time, he broke the lip lock, whispering, “I think I love you.”

“Whoa, hang on,” Duo objected, eyes wide. “We just met yesterday! Isn’t this moving just a bit fast?”

“Oh no,” Wufei countered. He licked his lips lustily. “Not nearly fast enough for my tastes.”

Duo backed away, slightly worried and concerned for his safety. “So you’re pretty serious about this, huh?”

The only response he received was a silent nod. Duo sucked in a contemplative breath. He could picture it in his mind: the face of the one who had been haunting his dreams and tormenting his heart. He lowered his head and grinned slightly. “Alright, Wu-Man, I’ll give you a chance. But no more…”

He paused, searching for the appropriate words. “No action until you prove you really love me. Got it?”

Wufei leapt on him, smothering him in a hug. “You won’t regret it.”

Duo patted his hair gently. “I hope not. Now when is our first band rehearsal?”


The practice ended up being held on Thursday night in Wufei and Trowa’s garage. It went well for the most part. Duo’s voice proved to be just as apt at singing rock as it was at ballads. As everyone started heading out, Wufei grabbed his friend by the shoulder. “Hang on, don’t go quite yet.”

After Duo wandered away and Trowa disappeared up into his room, Wufei decided it was time to talk. “I have a favor to ask of you.”

Heero eyed his comrade suspiciously. “What is it?”

“I’m supposed to take Duo to a movie on Friday.”

“Hai. I was there, remember?”

Wufei groaned. “Look, I don’t need sarcasm.”

Heero smirked. “Well then what do you need?”

“I need you to take Duo instead.”


Wufei explained, “Duo wants me to prove I love him before he gives me any! I need you to hang out with him, get to know him, you know, buddy-buddy like. Find out what he wants in a guy.”

“I’ve never spent time with a male without fucking him.”

“Well don’t fuck this one! Be his FRIEND!”

Heero sighed. “You’re gonna owe me so much for this one.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“You better. If I can’t get any from him, I’m gonna need someone to screw around with during this.”

“No problem there.”


Duo spun around in front of his mirror, admiring the way his braid flung out behind him. He glanced at the clock anxiously. ‘Wufei’s late! Somehow he didn’t seem like that type to me…’ Heavy knocking at the door ruptured his musings. ‘Well, speak of the devil…’ Duo sashayed over to the entrance, flipped his braid back over his shoulder, and flung open the door. He was greeted by a pair of icy, midnight eyes. “Where the hell is Wufei?!”

“He can’t make it,” Heero answered simply. “I’m here in his place.”

Duo sighed. “Well, it’s better than nothing. C’mon, we’re gonna be late for the movie!”


The movie was good, not the best, but certainly not a letdown. Surprisingly enough, it was Duo who suggested that they go out for coffee afterwards. Of course, Heero protested slightly, but he had no well-founded objections. Soon, they were seated inside a small café, enjoying two mochas. Heero curled his upper lip. Duo noted the reaction. “What’s wrong?”

“Too sweet.” Duo giggled shyly. ‘Somehow it makes sense that he’d find a form of coffee “too sweet”.’ He leaned on the small table, tilting it slightly with his weight. “You did order a drink with chocolate in it.”

“Yeah, I know…” Heero shifted his attention out the window, gazing vacantly at the tall, wrought iron street lamp springing up from the asphalt. He examined his own reflection in the tinted glass before him. ‘What’s wrong with me? What the heel is this feeling? God, I’m so confused…’ Duo poked him arm tentatively with a small red straw from his drink. “Heero? Oh Hee-Chan!”

Heero shot him an icy glare “Don’t call me that.”

“Alright, I just wanted to know what you’re thinking about,” he replied, holding his hands up defensively. Heero sighed. “I… I was just…” he stumbled, “It’s getting late. Wufei wont like it if I keep you out this late.”

Duo smiled. “Then I’ll go home. But you have to come with me!”

“NANI?!” Heero cried again, for the second time in two days. Duo nodded feverishly. “I’m not letting you go until I hear your thoughts!”

With that he grabbed Heero’s hand and drug him all the way back to his apartment, despite the strange looks they received from passerby on the street. Once inside the room, an awkward silence consumed them. Duo scurried into the kitchen, leaving Heero wondering about the probability of him being able to slip out the front door unnoticed. His chances were quickly reduced from slim to none as Duo skipped back out into the main room, carrying with him two precariously balanced bowls of ramen and a package of Pocky. Heero groaned. It was shaping up to be a long night. Duo shoved a bowl into his hands and pushed him back into a worn-out armchair. Heero sank into the beaten cushions almost immediately. The braided boy took a seat across from him on his small cot of a bed.

“So,” he declared between mouthfuls of noodle, “Now that we’re back here, you have to tell me what you were thinking about.”

Heero poked at the food with his fork. “Do you have any chopsticks?”

Duo grabbed a paper package off of his bedside table and flung it carelessly in the Japanese boy’s direction. Heero caught it in the tips of his fingers, muttering a quick “Thank you.” as he unwrapped the wooden dowels. Duo clucked his tongue maternally. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

“I was thinking about you and Wufei.”

“Oh…” He slumped his back, leaning to lay down on his stomach on the mattress, still facing towards Heero. “What about me and him?”

Heero wove the chopsticks through the slippery pasta to gather up a good-sized bite with expert ease. “Wondering just how you feel about him.”

“He’s nice enough, I suppose,” Duo stated casually. “But you’re not talking about that aspect, are you? You wanna know why I haven’t fucked him yet.”

Heero struggled not to choke on his ramen. The American chuckled. He stood up, lifting the bowl away from Heero and taking it, along with his own, into the kitchen. His voice trailed out as he rinsed the flatware and popped it into his dishwasher. “I’ve had plenty of sexual experience, don’t get me wrong. That is actually why I’m forcing him to wait. Despite my escapades, I’m still a virgin in all real senses of the word.”

He strolled back into the room, drying off his hands on a ratty towel. He flung it into a dusty corner, picking up the box of Pocky and silently offering it to Heero. He accepted, pulling out two sticks of the Japanese treat. Duo flopped down on his bed again, this time on his back, and stared at the ceiling. “Tell ya what, forget about Wufei for a while.”

Heero looked at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Duo sat up again, grasping on to Heero’s hands and pulling him up off the chair and over to him so that their noses nearly touched. “Look at me. What do you see?”

Silence. “Do you see Wufei’s plaything?”

“Iie, of course not! I see more than that!”

“Then treat me as more than that.” Duo pulled Heero onto the bed beside him and released his hands. “I’ve never just talked to a guy. Give me that experience.”

Heero looked at him uneasily. “But Wufei…”

“Fuck Wufei!” Duo snapped. “Talk to me just like you’d talk to anyone else.”

And they did. They talked for many hours. About school. As it turned out, Duo was an orphan living alone and attending whatever public school would accept him. About family. Duo had lost his entire family to a military raid on his hometown when he was very young. He hardly even remembered them. About love. Though only 17 like the rest of them, Duo had been in many relationships, a lot of which were abusive. Heero cringed at the thought of what Wufei might end up doing to him. Leaving him, just like all the rest. About life in general. Despite all the hard times he had been through, Duo had promised himself never to get sad, never to be depressed. And so he always pressed on, his violet eyes twinkling, a bright smile gracing his tender lips. When Heero finally made it home, Wufei was waiting in his bedroom.

“You fucked him, didn’t you?”

Heero scowled. “No, actually, I didn’t.”

“Then what have you two been doing all this time?”


Wufei snickered. “Sure. I don’t care, as long as you don’t screw him and you find out how I can.”

“It may take some time,” Heero admitted. “He’s a pretty complex guy, but I think I can get the info.”

“Good boy.” Wufei wrapped his arms around Heero’s neck. “You deserve to be rewarded.”

Heero pressed the Chinese boy down onto his bed and climbed on top of him. “I intend to be.”


“Hello? Iria-Chan, is Quatre there? Arigatou.”

“Good morning! Quatre speaking!”

“Guess who?”



Quatre smiled into the phone receiver and lowered his voice. “I’m so glad you called.”

“How could I not?”

“I love you, Trowa.”

“And I love you… which is why I need you to do this for me.”

“You sound concerned! What is it?”

“I want you to meet my friends.”

“Your… friends?”

“Well, my step-brother and his friends. They’re the closest I have to family.”

“What about your parents?”

“I don’t think mom would be happy to know I’m… I’m…”

“I understand. When can I meet them?”

Trowa ran a trmebling hand through his hair. “I hadn’t really thought about that.”

“Well, when are you all going to be together?”

“Friday! We have rehearsal for our band.”

“You’re in a band? Oh Trowa, that’s so kawaii!”

“Thanks… so can you be there?”

“What time?”

“7:30. At my house.”

“Anything for you.”

Trowa let out a sigh of relief. ‘It’s all going to work out.’ “I’ll see you then.”

“Alright. Good bye, Trowa.”



Wufei paced about the garage nervously. 7:28 PM. ‘Heero should be back with Duo any second now…’ He was doing his best to keep calm, but he knew Heero. He had known Heero for a long time now. The idea of him being “only friends” and having a totally platonic relationship with a cute guy was absolutely ridiculous. Wufei flopped down on the cement floor, muttering to himself. “What other choice did I have? This boy insists that I prove I “love” him before he gives me any. If anyone can sucker information out of someone, it’s Yuy.”

He clutched his head, rocking slightly on his knees. “But can he do it without seducing the subject?! Oh, this was a bad idea, a very bad idea…”

“Hello! Wufei?!” A cherubic face peeked into the open room. “There you are! Hope we didn’t keep you waiting long.”

Wufei leapt to his feet and bolted over, smothering Duo in a loving hug. He craned his neck forward to whisper, “Haven’t seen you in a while. I’ve missed you.”

Duo pulled away, grinning shyly. “Have you now?”

The Chinese boy nodded earnestly, pleased with the scarlet blush now staining Duo’s cheeks. ‘Good, what Heero’s told me so far is helping!’ As if on cue, Heero strode up, a slight smirk arcing his lips. “Hey Wufei. Where’s your roomy?”

“Trowa?” He rubbed his forehead thoughtfully. “He should be here anytime now. He said he had something to tell us.”

“And I do.” The three conversing band members turned to look at Trowa expectantly. Duo was the first to speak. “Well Tro-Man, what is it you wanna announce?”

Said boy clasped his hands in front of him, gazing at the floor. “It’s not so much a verbal announcement as it is a… physical introduction.”

Wufei stepped up to him, gazing straight into his eyes, searching for some hint of an answer. “What do you mean?”

Trowa bit his lower lip. “Guys, I want you to meet Quatre… my boyfriend.”

The blonde boy stepped into the garage from outside, hurrying quickly up to Trowa’s side. Trowa smiled reassuringly down at him and grasped his hand. Quatre peered at everyone from beneath ruffled bangs, hesitating a moment before cooing, “It’s really nice to meet you all. I’ve heard so much about you from Trowa.”

Wufei chuckled bitterly, shaking his head. “After all my work not to influence your sexual preference, you decide you like guys anyway.”

“I don’t know if its guys I like or just Quatre,” he blurted out. The uni-banged boy covered his mouth, embarrassed at his outburst. Duo beamed at the blushing couple. He stepped forward, gingerly grabbing one of Quatre’s hands and pulling him towards the center of the garage. “As you can tell, the loud-mouth Chinese boy is Wufei, Trowa’s step-brother.”

Quatre took in a deep breath and released Trowa’s hand, allowing Duo to lead him. “I’d gathered as much.”

“Yeah well, I’m Duo Maxwell, and this,” he introduced, turning Quatre to face the last one, “Is Heero Yuy.”

Aquamarine eyes met with cobalt, both widening abruptly. Quatre broke out of Duo’s grasp, stumbling backwards. Angry tears flooded down his flushed cheeks as he fought to back away from the boy before him. “No… No! Not you again! I thought I’d never have to face you again!”

Heero hung his head in shame, burying his face in his hands. “I didn’t think…”

“No, you didn’t! That was the problem!” Quatre spat angrily. “I don’t believe this!”

“I didn’t mean it personally! You were just another face in the crowd, it wasn’t you specifically!”

“That doesn’t make it right!” His knees trembled beneath him. Trowa rushed forward just in time to catch his quivering form. Quatre turned to crush his face against Trowa’s chest, sobs wracking his petite frame. Every eye in the room turned to focus on Heero Yuy, who stood rigid, fists clenched, face pale, lips tight. He scanned their questioning faces, resigning himself to his fate. “You all want an explanation, don’t you?”

Duo crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I think that would be helpful.”

Heero groaned. “Wufei, do you remember back when my mom had drinking problems?”

“Your mom’s always had drinking problems, Heero.”

“Yeah, I know, but back when she went through that real bad spell?”

Wufei paled immediately. “Oh shit. Quatre was one of them?”

Duo leaned forward, his brow crinkled with confusion. “One of who?!”

“In order to cope with my bad home life, I would go out and pick up boys. Most of the time they were innocent, sometimes even virgins…”

On that word, Quatre’s eyes clenched shut. Trowa squeezed him tighter, willing his thoughts to be false. Heero’s next words forced him to accept that they were true: “Quatre was one.”

Quatre broke into hysterics all over again, gripping thick handfuls of Trowa’s shirt frantically. Over and over again he whispered, almost chanting, “I’m sorry, Trowa. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…”

“Damn you, Heero.” Everyone paused in silence, turning to stare befuddled at the speaker of the words. Duo gritted his teeth, angry pools of water welling up in his eyes, clinging to his curled eyelashes. “I was starting to trust you. I didn’t think you were one of them.”

“Yeah.” Heero’s blood chilled to ice as he watched Wufei stand and move over next to Duo. “How could you have it in you? I’m ashamed to be your friend.”

“Wufei! You bastard, you’ve been with me doing stuff like that! You’re the one who inspired me to be that way! And now you condemn me for it?” He rose defiantly, glaring the Chinese boy straight in his onyx eyes. Wufei only smirked. “God only knows what you might have done to Duo…”

The blood rushed from the American’s face, leaving him unsteady and weak. Wufei held him firmly. “Don’t worry, Duo-kun. I’ll keep him away from you.”

Heero felt his insides liquefy at the sheen of pure hatred in those amethyst eyes. He spun around sharply on his heel and stalked out of the garage. Trowa gathered up Quatre in his arms and started inside the house. “I’m going to my room, Wufei, and taking Quatre with me. If you need anything…”

“I got it.” With one pert nod, Trowa traveled into the house and up the stairs, intent on helping Quatre recover from this… experience. Duo sighed forlornly. “I can’t believe that Heero cold be so…”

“Heartless?” Wufei offered. The braided boy sniffled slightly. “Wufei, you… you wouldn’t…”

‘Yes. Yes! YES! He’s opening up! Come on, say it…’ “Wouldn’t what, koi?”

Inhaling quickly, Duo uttered, “Would you ever take advantage of me like that?”

‘He’s mine.’ “Of course not. Would you allow me to… prove that to you?”

Duo pushed a few loose strands of hair behind his ears and breathed, “Yes.”

Wufei smiled and pulled him in for a forceful kiss. Duo moaned, his open mouth quickly being invaded by Wufei’s tongue. Keeping him occupied in the kiss, Wufei slapped a button on the wall behind him, causing the garage door to shut, and worked his hands down to the zipper of Duo’s pants. Without warning, he pressed forward, pushing the fey beauty up against the wall. Wufei sank to his knees, showering spiced kisses down Duo’s tank-top clad abdomen all the way down to the waistband of his pants. Duo shuddered. “Wufei I don’t know if I’m rea…”

He was cut off my the sound of a zipper… HIS zipper… being undone. Wufei pulled on the legs of his pants, sending them tumbling down about his ankles. “Silk boxers,” Wufei mused, rubbing his nose up against the apparent bulge in the shorts. “Excellent choice.”

With that, he yanked those too down so that nothing stood between him and Duo’s manhood. He gripped the shaft gently, thumbing the sensitive end. Duo arched his back, his head thumping against the wall. Ever so slowly, Wufei slid his tongue up and down, savoring the taste of his pre-cum, then slipped Duo’s arousal between his lips. He began sucking, gently and first, and bobbing his head so that his lips caressed the hardened flesh. Duo wrapped his hands in the raven dark hair, urging him to increase his speed. Wufei obliged, driving the violet-eyed boy to the edge. With one last hoarse cry, Duo came, his seed spilling into Wufei’s willing mouth, who swallowed it down eagerly. Wufei stood up quickly and began unfastening his own pants. Duo cocked his head. “What are you doing?”

“Merely allowing you the chance to return the favor.” He placed his hands on the boy’s shoulders and pressed down, forcing him onto his knees. Duo took a deep breath and hesitantly pulled down Wufei’s underwear. The proof of his lust jutted outward, milky liquid gathering at the tip. Duo reciprocated what Wufei had done for him. The Chinese boy thrusted into his mouth mercilessly, straining to enjoy the moment as much as was possible. Through the entire ordeal, one thought ran through Duo’s mind: ‘I wonder what Heero is doing…’


Heero shifted uneasily on the cold park bench. ‘Wufei… you ungrateful prick. I bet you’re doing unspeakable things to that poor boy even as we speak… or as I think, as the case may be. You lied. You are guilty of just as many sexual trysts as I am; hell, you were my co-conspirator in most! Lucky for me the one that would come back to haunt me was no one’s fault but my own.’

He hung his head in shame. ‘And Quatre… how can I ever make it up to you? I took away something precious, something that it was not my right to take. It should have been Trowa’s someday, enveloped by love, not by my hollow lust.’ He sighed for the three hundred and sixty-eighth time since he had sat down. ‘School on Monday is going to be quite interesting…’


And indeed it proved to be. Wufei refused to talk to him, keeping up the act of being thoroughly shocked and disgusted with the boy’s actions. Trowa hung his head the entire day, avoiding eye contact with everyone except Heero, whom he looked at only to shoot desperate glances that questioned every fiber of his being without ever saying a word. Lunchtime rolled around slowly, bringing with it a strange confrontation. Heero sat alone out under a tree out behind the school. His cloud of gloom was chased away by a tender, almost frightened voice speaking his name. “Heero…”

He looked up to see two aquamarine eyes, watery and longing, examining his face. “Can I sit down with you?”

“Quatre, I don’t think you really want to.”

“No, I do!” he shouted. Noting his volume, he bowed his head and lowered his gaze, whispering, “I want to talk to you.”

Heero nodded solemnly. The blonde boy eased himself to the ground without a word. They stared at the sky in silence for a few moments before Quatre gathered up his courage and spoke. “You know, I’m really sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you.”

Heero shot him a look of pure disbelief. “Trouble that you’ve caused me?”

“Well yeah,” Quatre rambled. “I mean, no one will even talk to you now, and it’s all in the past, so it really shouldn’t be this big of a deal…”

“Do you forgive me?”

A thick tension rose up between them as the boy in question contemplated his answer. “Truthfully… yes, I do.”

Heero turned away to watch the students milling in the nearby courtyard. “Why?”

“Because you didn’t know me when you did it. Because it wasn’t a personal thing. Because this whole ordeal had caused you as much pain as it has me.” Quatre peered up at him with shimmering eyes through his platinum bangs. “Can I help you fix this?”

“What do you mean by fix?”

“Oh come on, there was something there.”


“Between you and that Duo-boy! But I ruined it.”

Heero clenched his eyes shut and forced three words through his gritted teeth. “There was nothing.”

“Don’t lie!” the other boy hissed. “That’s part of what caused this whole thing in the first place: not accepting the truth. Now you’re gonna let me help fix this or else!”

The Japanese boy turned to him with a questioning smirk. “Or else what?”

Quatre opened his mouth, shut it momentarily, opened it again, and then shut it again reluctantly. Finally, he grasped one of Heero’s hands and yanked them both up to their feet. “I don’t know! But I do know that its almost time for class again, so let’s go!”


Duo buried his face in his pillow. ‘What the hell is going on with me? I have a boyfriend who says he loves me, I have a steady gig doing what I love: singing, and that pest Yuy is out of my hair! So what’s wrong?’

‘That Yuy wasn’t a pest.’

Duo scowled. ‘Oh great, now I have inner voices! I really AM fucked up!’

‘Say what you want, but you can’t ignore my reasoning. You’re upset because you don’t want Heero to be gone.’

‘Oh really? Then what do I want?’

‘You want him to be a virgin, like you. You want Wufei to go away and find some other plaything. You want Quatre and Trowa to find happiness together. But above all, you want Heero.’

‘Want him?’


‘In a sexual way?’

‘Yeah, that too, but something much more than that.’

Duo gulped, struggling to whet his parched throat. ‘You’re trying to tell me that I lo… lo… lo-oo…’

‘Don’t say it to me. Or to yourself, I suppose. Go tell him!’

Duo buried his face in his hands. ‘This is wrong, this is so very wrong… Wufei’s going to be so pissed… but do I really care?’

His head snapped up in recognition of the truth. ‘I do care about Wufei, but as a friend only, I suppose. Certainly not the way I care for Heero… Oh God, I can’t take this anymore!’

With that he stood, determined to make the butterflies in his entrails stop whipping their wings about his chest cavity, grabbed his coat, and headed out the door. It took him a few seconds to realize that he didn’t know where Heero lived, about 2 minutes to trek back to his apartment, 5 more to look it up in the phonebook, but after that he was on his way, set to tell Heero exactly what was going on in his head… heart… whatever, even if it brought him nearly unsolvable troubles, which it most certainly did.


Heero flopped down on his unkempt bed, examining the bumpy ceiling with a glare full of scrutiny. ‘Let’s… that group of lumps looks like a gun… those ones look like a computer… and that cluster looks like Duo.’ He winced. ‘Can’t I think of anything that’s not related to that boy?’ He rolled over onto his stomach, smothering his face in a flattened pillow. He lay there for a few minutes, willing himself to fall asleep. Staccato knocking on the door pulled him back from the edge of unconsciousness. Growling, Heero stumbled over and opened it, revealing an image that chilled him to the core.

“What are you doing here?”

Relena cocked her head. “Silly! Aren’t you happy to see me?”


“You’re such a tease, koi!”

“Oh yeah, that’s me, Heero “The Tease” Yuy.”

Relena went to hug him, but he drew away at the last second. She planted her hands on her hips. “You’d think you would be comfortable showing affection towards me by now.”

“I haven’t seen you in three years.”

“That doesn’t change the connection we had before!”

“There was no connection before. How did you get in here, anyway?”

She grinned. “Even if you dislike my presence, your mom doesn’t. She happens to think that I could… sway your sexual orientation.”

“You couldn’t back in middle school, you can’t now.”

“Can’t blame a girl for trying, right?”

Heero growled deeply in his throat. “I still don’t know what exactly you’re here for. Well?”

She ignored his comment and fluttered into the house, shedding her coat onto Heero’s bed. “You know, this place could really use a feminine touch.”

“I don’t want a feminine touch.”

She smiled at him brutally. “Are you sure? Or is it just that Duo’s touch is feminine enough for you?”

He groaned. “Can we please leave him out of this?”

“Of course not!” she chirped, sitting daintily on his bed. “Not when he’s what I’ve come to talk about.”

Heero eyes grew wide. “What did you say?”

Relena sighed, as if it was plainly obvious and he was simply being dense. “I’m here to deliver you a little tidbit of information about the object of your desires.”

To her amazement, Heero said nothing. Instead, he sat down beside her, eyes glittering with expectance. She had to stifle a giggle. ‘Yuy, you’ve really got it bad for this one… too bad I have to be the one to tell you the truth.’ “Your boy isn’t innocent.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“The news flitting about school is that Duo and Wufei are quite the item.”

Heero frowned. “I knew that.”

She turned to face him. “No, not just an item, but AN ITEM…”

His face was still furrowed in confusion. She lightly placed one hand on his shoulder. “Heero, Wufei nailed him.”

Comprehension painted his cobalt eyes. “But Duo valued his… his…”

“Virginity?” Relena chuckled coolly. “Apparently not. Word has it that after you left rehearsal, Wufei blew him, and he returned the favor. Then they went up to Wu’s room and…”

“ENOUGH!” She looked at Heero, shocked at his outburst. He was panting heavily, eyes flickering fiery. “I don’t want to hear this.”

Relena pulled him into an awkward embrace. “It’ll be okay, Hee-Chan.”

Overcome with grief, he collapsed into the touch, silent teardrops racing down his pale cheeks. “How can it ever be okay?”

She lifted his limp figure upward so that their eyes locked. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

Before Heero could comprehend the meaning behind that statement, she had closed the distance between them and crushed her lips against his. He could feel her arms snaking around his neck, bringing him closer. As much as he tried to, he couldn’t bring himself either to enjoy the kiss or to push her away. It wasn’t that wanted it, it was more that she had been a friend for a long time and he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Weighing the options, he decided to wait it out, and if she started getting too forward, he would end it there. Sometime during his contemplations, the door had opened quietly. Both he and Relena were startled out of the kiss by four timidly spoken words from the person in the entrance. “Sorry to disturb you.”

With that, Duo turned and fled down the hallway, tears stinging his amethyst eyes. Relena sat stunned on the bed. Heero, on the other hand, felt all rational thought leaving him and he sprinted down the hall after the fleeting boy. As he passed the living room, his mom stopped him. “Heero, what is going on? First Relena comes to visit, then some queer-looking boy shows up on our doorstep, now he runs out crying with you on his tail!”

Heero shot her an icy glare. “Talk disrespectfully about Duo again and I’ll leave this household permanently.”

She watched him dash out in a daze, scarcely noticing Relena’s embarrassed blush as she also edged out the door. The blonde girl called out, “Tell Heero I’m sorry,” and then disappeared as quickly as the two boys had. Mrs. Yuy shook her head and decided it would be best to just go to bed and consider it all to be a dream.


Duo squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on making his legs pump faster. He didn’t know where he was going, nor did he care. All he knew what that he saw the love of his life kissing someone else and he wanted to get as far away as possible. He could hear footfalls behind him, but he brushed them off as sheer background noise. Eventually, he made it back to his apartment. Running in the front door and to his room, he felt his legs growing shaky from exhaustion and threatening to buckle and give out beneath him. He slowed his pace to a dragging walk, frantic sobs tearing at his hollow chest. Just when he felt he could take no more and began to crumple towards the ground, strong arms enveloped him, holding him and gently lifting him up off of the ground. He barely had time to glance up, catching a flash of midnight blue eyes, before the sheer exhaustion of it all gathered up in his eyelids, making them heavy and forcing him into slumber.


Heero watched Duo the entire time he slept. ‘I’m just lucky I was there to catch him when he fell, and make sure he made it to his room safely.’ Duo stirred under the covers, his eyes sliding open. Heero smiled, moving over to sit on the bed next to him. “Feel any better?”

“Not really,” he moaned, rolling over to face away from the Japanese boy. Heero bit his lip. “Should I call Wufei? Would he make you feel better?”

Duo shot a backwards glance full of contempt over his shoulder. “I don’t think so.”

“I was just trying to help. I mean, from what I’ve heard…” He trailed off, not wanting to think about that topic again. Duo’s interest, on the contrary, was piqued. “Just what have you heard?”

Heero hung his head. “I thought you had more morals.”

“Just what do you… oh… you mean… you think…” Duo chuckled slightly. Heero was puzzled. “What is funny about you fucking Wufei?!”

“It’s a lie, Heero.” Duo sat up, reached out, and grasped Heero’s hands with his own. “You can’t believe every rumor you hear.”

“So you didn’t?” Duo shook his head in confirmation. Heero sighed in relief. “I’m glad, the idea of you sleeping with Wufei, or giving him a blow job was…”

He halted. Duo had looked away, his face cringing and pained. Tentatively, he reached around and grabbed Duo’s chin, turning the boy back around to face him again. Duo smiled sadly. “I said I didn’t fuck Wufei. I never said anything about any other occurrences.”

The blood rushed from Heero’s face. “Oh my God. You did, didn’t you?”

Duo remained silent. Heero pulled his face closer. “Answer me!”

“Yes, okay?!” Duo spat hotly. “I gave him a blow job, and he did the same to me! Are you happy now?!”

Heero released the American’s face, and he spun around, burying his face in his knees. “Why?”

“Why did you kiss the girl?” Duo replied.

“I didn’t, she kissed me.” Duo shrugged flippantly and hid his face again. “Why did you let her kiss you?”

Heero contemplated that for a second. ‘Why did I let her kiss me? Was it just because I didn’t wan to hurt her feelings? No, there must have been something more than that…’ He struggled with the answer for a few moments, trying to get it worded just right. “Because I can’t have the one I truly want.”

Duo slowly lowered his curled up legs, turning to sit on his knees, facing Heero. He put his hands down on the mattress and leaned forward until his nose nearly brushed against Heero’s. “So what do you think my reason was for going along with Wufei?”

Heero moved his head forward so that his mouth aligned with the other boy’s ear. “I’m hoping it was the same.”

Duo nuzzled the side of his face and whispered, “So who is the one you truly want?”

He got no verbal response. Instead, Heero opted to place his hands on either side of Duo’s jaw and pull him into a feather-light kiss. Heero broke the kiss first, sliding back to sit on his haunches. “Does that answer your question?”

Duo pounced on him, sending them both tumbling across the mattress. They landed with Duo on top, straddling Heero. He smirked. “Yes, it does, most satisfactorily.”

He pressed his lips against Heero’s again, only this time, the kiss was passionate and deep. Heero felt Duo’s lips opening against his and took advantage of the situation, plundering his mouth with his tongue. Duo moaned, leaving his mouth open for more ministrations from Heero’s talented tongue. They parted for air after a few minutes, both panting heavily. Heero hung his head. “Wufei is so going to kill me.”

“I’ll tell him,” Duo cooed, running his fingers through Heero’s tousled hair. Heero look at him with wondering eyes. “You will?”

Duo nodded, a pure smile arcing his lips. “Of course, anything for the one you love.”

Heero smiled back and buried his head in the junction of Duo’s neck and shoulder. Duo let out an appreciative squeak in response and ran one hand down Heero’s back. “Hee-Chan?”

He managed a quick “Hm?” before he sunk his head down again and kissed the tender flesh at the nape of his neck. Duo gnawed at his lower lip. “Will you be my one?”

Heero paused and lifted his gaze, giving Duo a pondering look. “What do you mean?”

Duo rolled onto his side and pulled Heero to face him. “All my life I’ve been saving myself, waiting for my true love to come. And now, I think I’ve found him.”

For once in his life, Heero’s mind was blank. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t feel, couldn’t even think of anything except for the meaning of what Duo had just said. He brushed one finger along the boy’s lower lip. “Duo, are you sure? I mean, I don’t want you to regret jumping into something as serious as…”

“I’m not jumping in,” Duo interrupted. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since the first time I truly met you, when we went to the movies.”

He blushed a bit. “I’ve been hoping for along time that you would return my affections.”

Heero kissed his lips gently. “Duo, I love you.”

Duo slid onto his back, pulling the Japanese boy on top of him. “Then I know that I’m making the right decision.”

He wrapped his arms around Heero’s neck and yanked him down into another tender kiss. It quickly grew deeper and more needy. Duo bucked his hips up against Heero, rubbing their groins together. Heero moaned and began fumbling with the edge of Duo’s shirt. Eventually, he worked it up off of his koi’s lithe frame and he ran his hands along the nude flesh. Duo arced his back as Heero toyed with his nipples, wanting more of his electrifying touch. Heero lowered his head and began suckling one hard pebble, swirling his tongue around it while rolling the other one in his fingers. Duo began pulling at Heero’s shirt with wanton desire. Heero obliged him, ceasing his assault on Duo’s chest just long enough to pull the shirt up over his head and fling it away carelessly.

He finished teasing Duo’s nipples and slowly began kissing his way downward. Duo wrapped his fingers into his unruly hair, pulling Heero back up to his level. “Oh no you don’t, I want you to do other things to me. This is something I can do to you.”

Heero watched in helpless anticipation as Duo licked and nipped his way down Heero’s bare torso. He paused at his belly button, flicking his tongue into the indention while he fumbled with the fastener of Heero’s pants. Once they were unhooked, he shoved them down off of Heero’s legs. Grinning, he peered up at the flustered Japanese boy. “I should’ve known you’d be the type to wear no underwear.”

Heero smiled weakly at the comment. Duo took that as his go ahead and wrapped one hand about his arousal, licking the tip lightly. Heero thrust his hips slightly, urging Duo to do more. He did, taking Heero’s length into his mouth in one swift movement. He pushed it past his gag reflex and began swallowing, his throat muscles contracting rhythmically around the hardened flesh. Heero threw his head back and moaned loudly. Encouraged by his koi’s sounds of pleasure, Duo began humming, the vibrations of his voice sending jolts of pleasure up Heero’s spine. Just when he thought he could hold out no longer, Duo starting bobbing his head up and down, caressing his erect member with expert ease. Heero rasped out between deep breaths, “If I… didn’t… know better, I’d… say you had… experience…”

Duo only increased his speed. He could feel the pulse in Heero’s manhood throb between his silken lips. Heero cried out his lover’s name and he tumbled over the edge, his seed shooting into Duo’s sweet mouth and being lovingly swallowed down. Duo crawled back up to his level and slid his tongue into Heero’s mouth. The taste of himself in his beloved’s warm mouth was too much and he immediately grew hard again. After a few minutes of smothering kissing, Heero pulled back and began scanning Duo’s eyes for any signs of hesitance. “You’re sure you want to do this?”

“More sure than I’ve ever been of anything.”

“Do you have any…?"

“Lube?” Duo giggled. “No, but I do have lotions.”

He pressed himself flush up against Heero, allowing him to sense the heat radiating from his eager body. “Mint, tingling lotions…”

Heero smirked. “That’ll do just fine.”

Duo hopped out of bed and scurried into his bathroom. A few seconds later he returned, completely naked, bottle of lotion in hand. Heero nearly drooled at the sight. His body was even more glorious than he had imagined. He had a slender frame that tapered in at his waistline but was not gangly; in fact, every inch of his stomach showed off fit muscles, not bulging, but just firm enough to see shadowy outlines on his flesh. Duo blushed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you’re beautiful,” Heero answered, climbing out of the bed and gathering him in his arms. He kissed the tip of Duo’s nose and lifted him up. Duo squealed happily as Heero carried him back and gingerly spread him out on the bed. Heero pushed his legs apart and kneeled between them. “I need to ask you…”

“Yes, I’m ready.” Heero grinned. “That’s important, but this time I was going to ask if I could take your hair down.”

Duo blushed again and grasped the end of his braid, fiddling with the tie. Heero pulled his hands away gently. “If you’ll allow me…”

Heero carefully unwound the hair tie and ran his fingers through the braid, separating out the strands of hair. It felt like strands of silken spider web, fine gossamer lengths that tickled his bare skin everywhere they brushed. Heero kissed Duo again, this time more urgently, and flipped open the lotion bottle. He squeezed a generous amount into his hand and slid his hand beneath Duo’s hips, feeling for the small pucker of muscle. He found it easily and coated the outside with lotion. Simultaneously, he slipped his tongue into Duo’s mouth and one finger inside of him. He heard a slight whimper escape Duo’s lips and immediately froze. “Are you alright, koi?”

Duo kissed him tenderly. “I’m okay, it’s just… new for me…”

Heero immediately understood. While he wanted it badly, the first time was always difficult and a bit painful. Heero nipped at his lower lip and lavished his mouth with licks and tiny kisses, trying to keep him distracted while he worked his finger within him. It worked quite well and soon he was able to add a second finger. And a third. Duo wriggled on the fingers within him, pressing himself down firmly, trying to bring them deeper inside. Heero knew he was ready and removed his fingers, eliciting a small melancholy sigh from Duo. “Heero… I need…”

Heero pressed one finger to his lips, silencing him immediately. He opened the lotion again, squeezing out more and slathering it onto his hardened member. He positioned himself carefully at Duo’s entrance and pressed firmly but gently on the tight ring. It opened just enough to allow the head of his penis to slide in. Duo clenched his hands in the sheets, gasping in pain and pleasure. Heero covered his mouth with his own, their tongues swirling around one another, and eased the rest of the way in until he was fully seated inside his love. He could feel Duo writhing beneath him, struggling to thrust his hips against Heero, and he reached down and pinned the boy’s hips down motionless. “You have to let yourself adjust, or else it will hurt, and I could never live with myself if I brought you pain.”

Duo ran his fingers like tiny spiders up and down Heero’s spine. “Whatever you say, love. I trust you.”

That was all Heero could take. He kissed him again, a soul-searing joining of the lips and tongues, and slowly began to pull out of Duo’s tight body. Duo moaned at the hollow feeling left within him. He wanted Heero, he needed Heero, and he needed him now. As if reading his mind, Heero pushed himself back in, filling Duo once again with his sensitized flesh. Duo dug his fingers into Heero’s milky shoulders and arched his back, pushing Heero into him to the hilt. Heero withdrew again, then thrust back in, faster this time, and all the more deep. He continued this cycle, gaining speed with every thrust, until neither one could speak anymore. All they could do was concentrate on fulfilling the moment, joining together as one in heart, body, and soul. Heero felt his sac tightening and knew he would come any minute. He reached between their bodies, glistening with sweat, and gripped Duo’s shaft. He thumbed the tip, pressing his finger hard against the slit, then began pumping it in time with his thrusts. Duo’s senses were overwhelmed with the sensation of what Heero’s body was doing to him and the sight of Heero, eyes shut in pleasure, surrounded by sparkles induced from his own euphoria. He succumbed to the intensity and shouted out his beloved’s name, his cum painting Heero’s chest, marking him as his own. His insides clamped down on Heero’s shaft, sending him over the brink as well, emptying his semen into Duo’s lithe body. Exhausted and fully sated, he pulled out slowly and collapsed on the mattress next to Duo, tossing one arm over his chest. “Well…?”

Duo smiled contentedly and nuzzled his face into Heero’s bare chest. “You are definitely my one.”

Heero stroked his hair absent-mindedly. “I love you, Duo.”

“I love you too, Heero.” He yawned and wrapped his arms about Heero’s waist. Heero held him protectively as they drifted off into peaceful sleep filled with dreams of their newfound love.


Duo fiddled with the end of his braid nervously. ‘I slept with Heero Yuy. Just last night. And now I’m here at band rehearsal, trying to act normal, while my official boyfriend is shooting me lecherous looks, and all I want is Heero!’ He sighed aloud. ‘Life’s a bitch.’ He was brought out of his daze of self-pity by Quatre chirpy voice. “Okay guys, I wanted to help out with the band, but since I don’t play any instruments, this was all I could do!”

He scurried around the garage, handing out sheet music to the four musicians. Wufei eyed it suspiciously. “What is it?”

“It’s by a band called Wheatus. It’s kinda punk, but I figured it would be close enough to you guys’ style.”

Heero smiled. “Arigatou, Quatre-san.”

The blonde boy absolutely beamed at his accomplishment as he took a seat near the edge of room. Duo flipped through the lyrics, reading them carefully. About halfway through the sheets, his eyes lit up. “Oh, I’ve heard this song! Great choice, Q-Chan!”

The combined compliment and a guarded wink from Trowa caused Quatre to blush bright pink. Duo didn’t even notice the blonde’s embarrassment; he was too busy humming the basic tune to Heero. After about thirty seconds, Heero began playing along with the American’s tune. Wufei grinned, twirled his drumsticks like batons between his fingers, and started pounding out an upbeat rhythm along with the guitar’s tune. Trowa fingered a few notes silently before adding his baseline into the melody. Duo grinned, swaying his body to the beat, and began to sing.

“Her name is Noel, I have a dream about her.”

Heero tried his best not to smile. It failed. He couldn’t help but grin sheepishly at the lithe boy who was dancing so sweetly not 5 feet away from him.

“She rings my bell. I got gym class in half an hour, oh how she rocks in Keds and tube socks, but she doesn’t know who I am, and she doesn’t give a damn about me.”

The tune of the music shifted then, from a light, airy sort of tune to a harder, punk-rock guitar strain.

“’Cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby, yeah I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby, listen to Iron Maiden baby with me. Oo oo oo ooo oo oooooo.”

The music changed back to what it was before, a staccato sort of bouncy melody. Duo danced with fluid movements drenched in sensuality for a few phrases before he reduced his choreography down to slight hip swaying and sang again.

“Her boyfriend’s a dick.”

Heero snorted at the irony of Duo saying that.

“Yeah he brings a gun to school and he’d simply kick my ass if he knew the truth.”

‘That ain’t no lie…’ Heero groaned inwardly. He hoped he wasn’t sweating visibly.

“He lives on my block.”

Heero cringed.

“He drives and I rock, but he doesn’t know who I am, and he doesn’t give a damn about me, ‘cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby, yeah I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby, listen to Iron Maiden baby with me. Oo oo oo ooo oo oooooo.”

Duo threw himself into the tune, gyrating his hips in time with the tune. He had his eyes closed and didn’t notice that he was shifting in Heero’s direction.

“Oh yeah, dirtbag, no she doesn’t know what she’s missing. Oh yeah, dirtbag, no she doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

Opening his eyes again as the music played on, Duo finally realized where his motions had taken him. Before him stood Heero, frozen in place from the intensity of his anxiety. His hands were still strumming, coaxing the music from his guitar, but his eyes were locked on the American dancing so near to him. Duo felt himself being drawn in by that unwavering gaze and did the only thing he could do. As he sang, he stepped closer to the guitarist.

“Man I feel like mold, it’s prom night and I am lonely.”

He took another step closer to his love.

“Lo and behold, she’s walking over to me.”

Heero sucked in a sharp breath and held it in. ‘Duo, stop, you don’t know what you’re doing…’

“This must be fake.”

Wufei threw down his drumsticks. “Duo!”

“My lip starts to shake.”

The Chinese boy stormed out from behind his drum set, absolutely fuming.

“How does she know who I am?”

Heero set down the guitar, his eyes never leaving Duo’s. Tentatively, he closed the space between them and wrapped one arm about his waist.

“And why does she give a damn about me?”

By now, Trowa had also quit playing to watch the spectacle. Quatre moved over and slid one hand into the crook of his elbow, squeezing it gently. They smiled at each other briefly before turning back to watch the drama unfold. Duo never got to sing the next line. Heero pulled him into a longing embrace, nudged his bangs away with the tip of his nose, and kissed him sweetly. Wufei was not so gentle. He grasped the hair at the back of Heero’s head and yanked him away, sending him tumbling to the ground. “Duo, what the hell was that all about?!”

“Wufei, I…” he started, wringing his hands together. “How do I say this?”

Heero rubbed the back of his head gingerly. “Just relax.”

Wufei spun around on his heel, lashing out at the Japanese boy. “YOU STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THIS!”

“Wufei, don’t,” Duo pleaded. “Please don’t yell at Heero.”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.”

“Because I love him.”

For the first time in his life, Wufei was stunned into silence. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am,” Duo whispered, teetering on the brink of tears. “I’m more serious about this than I’ve ever been about anything else in my life.”

Wufei touched Duo’s cheek lightly. “What did he do to you?”

“Nothing!” he snapped, batting away his hand. “It wasn’t any sort of manipulation, hell, it wasn’t even him who started it! I initiated everything, I asked for it all, I…”

“You love him.”

“Yes.” Wufei bowed his head, scratching his chin contemplatively. “Well who am I to judge true love? Best wishes to both of you.”

With that, he turned sharply and stalked into the house. Duo sighed. “Do you think he’ll ever forgive us?”

“Give it time,” Heero smiled. “He’ll get over it eventually.”

“He’d better,” Trowa added. “Quatre got us a gig this weekend.”

Heero only smiled wider. “You get him there and I’ll fix the wounds. Deal?”

Trowa extended his hand to seal the agreement. “Deal.”


Wufei flopped down on a barstool wearily, stage makeup still smeared across his face. Tifa set down a tall drink in front of him. He only smiled. “No thanks.”

Tifa eyed him warily. “You sure?”

“Yeah. Got any Coke?” She shot him a suspicious glance. He shrugged. “I’m turning over a new leaf.”

Tifa handed him his soda. He sipped it thoughtfully. “You guys were real good up there. Brought me in a lot of money.”

Wufei stared off into space. “Thanks.”

“So what happened?”

“I talked to Yuy before the gig. You see, me and him got in a bit of a… disagreement, and he was simply apologizing.”


Wufei shook his head, chuckling. “You know our singer?”

“The Maxwell boy?” She gaped at him with wide eyes. “He didn’t…”

“Oh no, it’s not like that.” Tifa laughed. Wufei rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know, I didn’t believe him when he said that either. At first. But then he started explaining himself. It appears that he and Duo really have something.”

“Yuy? Actually in love?”

“Crazy, huh?” Wufei took another swig of his drink. “But he’s really changed. He’s completely lost on this boy. Makes me wonder…”

“What would happen if you went straight too?” Wufei burst into laughter in spite of himself. “Yuy didn’t really go straight.”

Tifa grinned. “Let me rephrase. What would happen if you turned over a new leaf?”

“I think I may give it a try.” Wufei slid the empty glass towards her. She moved it aside, leaning forward on the bar counter. “Wufei, how about you and me go out sometime?”

He looked at her, skepticism dancing in his onyx eyes. She winked at him and stated, “It’s been a long time. Maybe we should give it another try.”

“What happened to “Been there, done that”?” She gripped his chin in one hand and planted a quick kiss on his lips. “Maybe my memory needs refreshing.”

Across the room, Heero watched Wufei take Tifa’s hand and lead her out of the bar. He shifted his gaze to rest on Quatre and Trowa, who were snuggled up on the other side of their booth. Finally, his eyes rested on the strikingly beautiful boy with chestnut hair who was holding his hand with one hand and stroking his arm with the other. Heero Yuy couldn’t help but smile. For the first time in his life everything seemed right, and it would stay that way for a long time to come.


Well, that's it! C&C highly appreciated! Ja!