1-31-2001

Title: Friends and Lovers
Author: AstroKender
Pairings: 3x4 3+2, 4+2
Rating: Sap
Warnings: You may get cavities by reading this fic.
Spoilers: Takes place after the War, during the Even and Odd videos.
Notes: Gah! I guess this is to make up for the deathfic I wrote to "Paradise". Friends and Lovers is by Gloria Loring & Carl Anderson
Feedback: AstroKender@aol.com
Disclaimers: GW isn't mine, go figure. So don't sue, k?
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//What would you think if I told you
I've always wanted to hold you?//

Duo walked softly into the hospital room, hands hidden behind his back. He stepped hesitantly over to the pale figure that looked so small in the large hospital bed. Getting a nod from the tall figure standing by the window, the American cleared his throat.

"Hey Quatre, how ya feelin?"

The figure in the bed smiled. "Duo! It's so nice to see you. We were just talking about you. I'm feeling better. I don't know why you guys had to make such of fuss." Duo shook his head.

"You're very important to us, Quatre. We were worried about you. In fact, Heero offered to give you fencing lesions once you got better." Duo could resist the urge to wink.

The Arab found himself giggling despite the pain. His face burning with embarrassment, he turned to Trowa. "Was I really that bad?"

The Latin boy allowed himself a small smirk. "Let's just say you shouldn't challenge anyone whose every picked up a dinner knife."

"Trowa!" Duo burst out laughing at Quatre's loud protests. He really was relieved that the blonde's injuries weren't serious. He'd come to care a lot for these two people and didn't want to ever see anything bad happen to them.

//I don't know what we're afraid of
Nothing would change if we made love. //

"What do you have behind your back, Duo?"

The braided boy interrupted his musing to look down at the slim figure in the bed. He gave Quatre a goofy grin.

"Well, remember when I said after the war was over we'd all go and drink champagne?"

The blonde nodded. "And I said as long as it was non-alcoholic."

Duo's grin widened. "Yeah! Well, I couldn't find any non-alcoholic champagne on such short notice, but I couldn't resist the urge to pick up these." He held out three crystal champagne glasses.

Quatre smiled warmly at him. "Oh, Duo..."

Trowa, mostly silent until now, decided to speak up. "Duo, what are your plans now that the war is over?"

Duo carefully set the glasses down and scratched his head. "I dunno. I never really expected to live this long really. I guess I could go back to work in that salvage yard with Hilde. She's a nice enough girl." His shoulders slumped slightly. "But I guess that means I wouldn't get to see much of you two..."

Trowa steps softly up behind him and rested his warm and slightly calloused hand on the American's shoulder. "You know, you could always stay with us. Quatre and I would like that very much."

Duo's eyes widened as he looked from one boy to the other. "But...you...he?"

//So I'll be your friend
And I'll be your lover//

Quatre attempted to sit up a little more in his bed. His kind aquamarine eyes completely focused on Duo. "As you may have guessed, Trowa and I have had a relationship for quite a while." Duo nodded mutely.

"In these past few months we've both discovered that we also have strong feelings for you. We..." Quatre bit his lip nervously.

"We want to know if you have the same feelings for us." Trowa spoke softly.

Duo's eyes swam with emotion. "I-I care a lot for you, both of you. But I could never do anything to jeopardize our friendship, or the wonderful relationship you two have."

//Cause I know in our hearts we agree
We don't have to be one or the other
Oh, no. We could be both to each other.//

"Come here Duo." Quatre reached out with one milk-white hand. Duo walked over and placed the blonde's hand in his own, warming the chill flesh.

"Trowa and I have been discussing this for some time. We both know that loving you would never harm the love we have for each other. And as for our friendship; it could only strengthen that."

Trowa walked back towards the window. "It's your decision, Duo. Quatre and I just wanted to let you know how we feel. We enjoy being your friend, but we love you with all our hearts, and we'd like to become more to you."

//Yes it's a chance that we're taking
And somebody's heart may be breaking//

"L-l-love?" Duo stammered. His eyes dimmed. "But everyone whose every cared about me has died..."

Quatre struggled to get out of his bed, but Trowa stopped him. The blonde looked pleadingly at Duo. "I can't promise we'll always be around, Duo. Life isn't like that. But I can tell you we'd never leave you willingly. And love is always worth the risk."

Trowa nodded. "Don't reject us out of fear. You're braver than that. You can't go around always wondering what if. It's up to you to decide what is, or you'll never go anywhere in life. You taught me that."

"I-I-I...don't know."

Duo took a close look at his two friends as they sat on the rumpled hospital bed. They meant so much to him. He smiled sadly at the realization that it would hurt him as much now to loose them than if he'd be with them for a hundred years. The braided boy had absolutely nothing to loose, and a whole world to gain.

//Ooh, But we can stop what's inside us.
Our love for each other will guide us.//

The American grinned suddenly and drew both boys into a bear hug, though he was cautious of Quatre's wound. "It's worth a shot! Lets start slow and see where this train leads!"

Quatre favored him with a dazzling smile and gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek. Trowa did the same with the other side.

"It will lead where ever we take it, Duo." The blonde said.

Duo blushed and hugged them tighter. Then, remembering the reason he came, reached over and grabbed the champagne glasses.

"I do believe this is cause for a toast." He carefully handed out the glasses and raised his own high.

"To our future!"

Trowa nodded. "Together."

"Huzzah!" Quatre giggled.

Duo grinned. "Look at him, Tro. Not even anything in these things and already he's drunk!"

Trowa laughed.

//So I'll be your friend, and I'll be your lover
Cause I know in our hearts we agree
We don't have to be one or the other//

They talked late into the night. Sharing their sorrowful pasts, their happiness with the present and their dreams for the future. Trowa had dragged two comfortable chairs up near Quatre's bed and he and Duo rested lazily in them, as they watched the Arab drift off to sleep.

Trowa told Duo how him and Quatre first met and when they began their relationship together. The American listened with a small smile on his lips, as he absently twirled his glass with his fingers.

Later they found their seats a little closer together, with their hands help comfortably between them.

//I been through you, ooh, you've been through me
Sometimes a friend is the hardest to see.//

"Trowa? Why did you two pick me? You could have easily fallen for Heero, or even WuFei. I never even realized you guys felt anything more than friendship for me."

Trowa regarded him seriously. "I can't speak for Quatre, but for myself, it was how nice you treated me when I had lost my memory. I wasn't exactly the best person towards you; I even destroyed your Gundam. But you still helped me. Even after all I did, you were there for me."

"You were always there for us." Quatre spoke, his eyes still closed.

//We always know, when it's laid on the line,
Nobody else is as easy to find//

"Quatre! You were supposed to be asleep!" Trowa exclaimed.

The blonde opened his eyes. "And miss out on such an important conversation?" He turned to look at the braided boy.

"Duo. You've always been there for us when we needed someone. You constantly brightened our dark days no matter how depressed you yourself were feeling. But you were never afraid to drop your mask in front of me. You were never afraid to be serious."

Duo smiled and stood over him. "We'll talk about this more in the morning, for now, let's get some sleep."

Quatre looked up at him, his sea green eyes wide. "Will you sleep next to me?"

//So I'll be your friend
And I'll be your lover//

Duo looked over to where Trowa seemed to already be nodding off in his chair and nodded. After first placing a spare blanket over the Latin boy's sleeping form and giving him a quick peck on the forehead, he carefully crawled in the bed next to Quatre.

"Thanks Duo."

Duo gave the Arab a gentle kiss. "Anytime."

//Cause I'll be your friend
And I'll be your lover//

The two snuggled up close together and quickly fell into the land of dreams. Peeking out through his bangs, Trowa smiled softly. Now his life was complete. Quietly moving the spare chair around so he could rest his feet on it, he pulled the blanket more firmly over him and closed his eyes. Soon he was dreaming about his two blue-eyed angels.

//Cause I know in our hearts we agree
We don't have to be one or the other
Oh, no. We could be both to each other.//