Author: Mercury
Notes: now please keep in mind that this was my first gw fic... don't expect TOO much... i'm not really a writer, more of an artist actually, but i got tired of waiting around for some 1x4 or 4x1 so i wrote one myself...
Disclaimer: i don't own the gw boys... might wish i did but i don't so don't sue...also, i don't own the boys who wrote the song that kinda goes with the fic... *smirk* tho i can dream, can't i?
Quatre was passing out refreshments, tapping his foot or nodding his head occasionally in time to the music. He had to admit that some of these loud songs Duo insisted on playing weren't that bad...
The others didn't seem to mind so much either. Or perhaps they decided to put up with it in order to get the real entertainment. Trowa was off in a corner, eyes transfixed on the dancer in the middle of the room. Wufei was sitting on the couch, attempting to read, but Quatre could tell by the way his eyes strayed to the oblivious dancer that he, too, didn't mind-- though he probably wouldn't admit it. Quatre smiled faintly, wondering if Wufei even knew that he'd been on the same page for over half an hour.
Duo himself was oblivious to the watching eyes. Only half aware of his companions, he was submerged in the music, dancing out all the complicated emotions trapped in himself.
All of this was briefly recognized by Quatre's mind as he turned his attention back towards the one he'd been watching covertly since... since when? Quatre shook his head. It seemed like forever...
Silent but mysterious, he'd attracted Quatre like a magnet... and then some. Unlike what his fellow pilots thought, Quatre's heart was not set on Trowa. Trowa was his friend, and someone he would always treasure and protect. They had not gone much farther beyond friendship-- the only kiss they shared had felt like kissing a brother... No-- Quatre's eyes were only for HIM.
Far on the other side of the room, He sat straight as an arrow, staring into the light that came from the laptop. He had shut out all distractions-- even the braided boy, Quatre thought with a surge of hope.
But almost as if the gods were condemning his thoughts, Heero closed his laptop and turned around to look at-- Duo.
Quatre turned away quickly, hiding the longing he couldn't supress and carried the tray of drinks toward the kitchen-- and missed the ice blue gaze that had flickered toward his retreating back for a split second...
*baka, baka, baka,* Quatre told himself. *as if Heero would ever choose me over Duo. or over anyone for that matter. if he needed anything, he'd never come to me...*
Quatre sighed and consciously relaxed his fists. *if only i were a little braver... No.* he stopped himself for the umpteenth time that night. *i will not think about him anymore. i will not think about him--*
"Oi! Quatre!" a cheery voice hailed him over the blasting music as he reentered the room.
The blonde quickly fixed his polite smile onto his face, wondering what he was in for. "Yes, Duo?"
"Dance with me, please?" big purple eyes begged turquoise. "Wufei and Trowa refused--"
Quatre looked around and noticed that the room had mysteriously emptied.
"--and Heero didn't even respond--"
Quatre sweatdropped. It was so hard to stay mad at Duo.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaassssseee..."
"But I don't know how to dance," Quatre protested weakly.
"What?" Duo yelled over the music.
"I CAN'T DANCE!!" Quatre yelled back.
Duo broke out into a huge grin as comprehension dawned on his face. He burst into laughter and Quatre looked down, heat rising to his face.
"Didn't your sisters teach you anything?" Duo asked, and Quatre motioned that he couldn't hear. "NEVERMIND!" he yelled, instead grabbing the reluctant blonde by the wrist and dragging him closer to the speakers.
"Just move with the music!" Duo shouted.
Quatre just shook his head and decided to humor the boy. Watching Duo move, he slowly tried mimicking his movements. After a while though, he began to feel rather stupid and gave up. He shrugged and mouthed "sorry". But Duo refused to let him go and instead reached for the controls and switched to a slower song.
"C'mon, you can do it Quatre. Just let go of reality and set yourself free in the music. You know, like you do when you play that stringed thing."
Quatre gave a half grin and tried again half heartedly. Finding the beat, he moved to it, trying to "let go" as Duo put it. And he surprised himself when he felt his body loosening up and moving automatically with the music. He slowly released all of his stress over missions, all of his pent up anger and frustration at Duo's close relationship with Heero, all of his inhibitions. He closed his eyes and let his soul wander free for the first time in a long time.
And in the same room a certain braided pilot smirked and, with a mischievous purple twinkle in his eyes, left the room.
***********
Duo entered the room with a slight smile and an extra bounce, Heero noted silently. *that usually does not bode good for anyone,* he thought grimly as he continued to ignore him.
"Hiya Heero! Whatcha doing?" he said as he bounced onto the bed beside him.
"Hn. Reading." *leave me alone, duo*
"Reading what?"
*none of your business* "A book."
"What's it about?"
*i don't know* "Military training and tactics." *why won't he go away?!?*
"..."
"Heero-- heero heero heeroooooooo-- Heeeeeero Heeroooo Hee eee eee eee rooo--"
"WHAT?!?!"
"That's a japanese cookbook," Duo stated.
Then Heero actually looked at what he was supposedly reading-- and started swearing profusely as Duo looked on in amusement.
"Thinking about *him* again, hmm?" Duo said with laughter in his voice.
*i should never have told him* Heero told himself for the millionth time.
Aloud, he said "Shut up Duo."
"Ha!! I knew it! You were thinking about him!!" Duo crowed. "Sooo, what exactly were you thinking of?" he leered.
"None of your--"
"His golden hair? his sweet smile? his innocent face? his cute nose? those small lips, his deep sea green eyes, his tight--
"DUO!!"
"--pants?" Duo finished with a smirk. "I don't see why you don't just jump him already. I would've if I were that interested. Besides, it's not like he and Trowa are together, at least I don't think they are..."
*that's what you wish* Heero thought silently. The Japanese pilot had his head buried beneath a pillow in an attempt to block out his pestering roommate.
"Mmf mmmfff mmmff mmf!" he replied.
"What?" asked Duo, lifting the pillow, to Heero's frustration.
"I said it's not like that! Quatre's just too... too..." *too damn beautiful* he thought.
"Innocent?" suggested Duo.
Heero grunted and got up. *that too,* his mind acknowledged silently.
"Oh so the perfect soldier admits to this weakness!" Duo said laughing while Heero glared at him.
"What about you?" Heero countered.
"What about me?" Duo's face was blank.
Heero raised an eyebrow and jerked his head in the direction of Trowa and Quatre's room.
Duo's face registered comprehension, then embarassment. "Alright, so you've got me there. I haven't gotten anywhere with that. Yet," he added with a wink.
Heero just shook his head and began shutting down his computer for the night when Trowa came in. Heero managed to keep a straight face as he watched the pair out of the corner of his eye-- Duo was being his usual enthusiastic self with only a slight flush to give away his true feelings and Trowa-- was stoic as always.
"Has anyone seen Quatre?" the somber pilot asked quietly during one of Duo's breaks for air.
At that, Heero's head jerked up as if he'd been shot. *maybe duo was wrong...* he thought, straining to keep his face emotionless.
"Last I saw, he was downstairs," replied Duo indifferently.
Trowa turned to leave. Heero wondered how Duo could act like he didn't care whether Trowa was with Quatre or not--
Suddenly Duo's arm flashed out snagging Trowa's thin wrist in a firm grip.
"Wait Trowa, I wanna show you something," he said with that telltale twinkle in his eye. The silent Trowa wore a slight frown but didn't resist.
"Ne, Heero," Duo said without his eyes ever leaving Trowa's, "why don't you go find Quatre."
It wasn't really a request. Heero left the room silently closing the door after him and pausing in the hallway to think about what Duo had just pulled off.
*Damn!* he thought. With one simple sentence, Duo had captured Trowa. *he's probably confessing his love already,* he thought, for unlike Duo, Heero was quite sure had seen that spark of something in Trowa's eyes while he watched Duo. And he knew that the braided baka had already won Trowa's heart long ago, or that he'd at least tied with Quatre for Trowa's affection.
As for Quatre, Heero did not know when he had fallen for him or how the petite Arabian had found a way into his stone heart. But he did know he only realized it when Duo had asked him the other day...
(flashback)
"Truth or Dare?" Heero blinked and thought through all the possible dares Duo would likely force him to do. He didn't know why he'd agreed to play this stupid game anyway...
"Heeeeeroooo..."
Oh yeah. An attempt to shut Duo up. Note to self, agreeing to play games does not work.
"Truth."
Duo looked surprised, but quickly recovered and got a thoughtful look on his face.
"Which one of us do you wish was more than a friend?"
"Quatre." he said immediately, surprising both Duo and himself. In that instant, he suddenly lost control and found himself unable to suppress the slow blush that crept to his face as he realized that what he had said was true.
Duo looked like he had been smacked with a five foot plank at first, then he suddenly began laughing hysterically. In between his fits of laughter, Duo managed to gasp "And all this time...(laugh)... I thought you were...(laugh)... in... (laugh)... in love with me!" which only set off another round of laughter from the chestnut haired pilot.
Heero sat and digested that thought. *Am I in love with Duo?* True, Duo had warmed up his cold heart quite a bit, but it was nothing compared to the feelings he got from Quatre... *no, duo is a good friend, but nothing more.* he finally concluded. But was Duo in love with him? Heero scowled. The braided boy was still laughing.
Then, with one final rueful laugh, Duo sat up and noticed his roommate's slightly troubled expression. He put a hand on Heero's shoulder, and said, "Well, you're not the only one. Trowa's caught my heart."
From that day on, the two pilots had an unspoken agreement to help each other out in catching their prospective mates.
(end flashback)
**********
And now Duo had gotten that moment along with the silent boy, and Heero was stuck without a room, thoughts filled with blond hair and sea green eyes...
He scowled to himself. *just standing here doing nothing isn't going to help me much.* he thought.
... duo: "ne heero, why don't you go find quatre?"...
*Fine. i will,* he thought. *there isn't anything else to do anyway.* Heero checked all the upstairs bedrooms, and he was just going downstairs when he met Wufei who was heading up with a small paper bag in his hand.
"Have you seen Quatre?"
"No," then as an afterthought, Wufei added, "but Duo's music is still blasting in the living room," before continuing up and disappearing down the hall.
Heero frowned once more. Duo's music? But he's upstairs. Slowly, the perfect soldier descended the stairs...
**********
As soon as he was sure Heero was going downstairs, Duo started bouncing off the walls in excitement. "That was perfect Tro!! Now he just has to go down there and catch Quatre and then--"
Duo started singing the wedding march at the top of his lungs.
Trowa just stood watching the noisy pilot with an amused smile on his face.
"You know I can hear you from the top of the stairs, Duo," a cold voice interrupted.
"Wu-chan!!! Oi, did you bring it???" Duo grabbed the profferred package and pulled out a bottle of wine.
"Yeah!" he crowed, but before he could open it, Wufei took it back with a disapproving frown on his face. "Not yet Duo. They still aren't--"
"Awww, c'mon Wu man! By the end of tonight they'll probably be screwing each other like rabbits! All they needed was a push in the right direction..."
"I don't know, Duo," Trowa spoke up. "Heero seemed pretty emotionless when I mentioned Quatre..."
"What?!? There was shock and jealousy written all over his face!"
"Still, he might not open up to Quatre..."
"Trowa has a point," Wufei interrupted smoothly just as Duo opened his mouth to protest. "And if you celebrate now, you'll probably jinx the whole thing!"
At that, Duo snapped his mouth shut, and said, "Mou. You guys are no fun. Can't you have a little faith in them?"
Two silent stares were all he got in response.
"Oh, fine then." he said, sitting on the bed and pouting.
Suddenly, his purple eyes lit up. Wufei's frown deepened and he exchanged a worried glance with Trowa. They were both thinking the same thing. *here comes trouble...*
*************
Heero followed the thundering bass back to the living room. He was just starting to curse Duo for his laziness when he was caught off guard by an unexpected sight.
There was a fallen angel dancing to Duo's damn music.
Heero felt his eyes widen as he drank in the picture before him.
Quatre was dancing to the beat like some beauty out of his wildest dreams. Lips parted, blond hair damp and dark with sweat, eyes closed and hips swinging...
Heero felt himself getting aroused. In a desperate act to regain control, he reached out a trembling hand for the power switch to the stereo system. As soon as the music stopped, Quatre whirled in surprise to find a slightly flushed but otherwise normal looking Heero.
"He...Heero!" Quatre stuttered surprised. "Eh heh, ano, gomen nasai, I must've gotten carried away..."
Quatre was blushing hard. He could feel Heero's gaze on him but couldn't bring himself to meet it, so he settled on studying his body instead. *bad choice* he thought as he blushed even harder, hands twitching to touch the lean muscle visible through the tight clothing.
Heero, to his own astonishment, found that he was unable to speak. He could only nod curtly and leave as fast as he dared before Quatre noticed the effect he had on him...
As soon as Heero left, Quatre fell bonelessly into a sprawl on one of the nearby couches. He was now twice as angry at himself for being a fool in front of Heero. He could hardly believe it-- he hadn't even heard Heero come in. Well, the music had been rather loud, but his pilot reflexes usually helped him, and he should have been aware-- and just how long had Heero been watching him?
"At least he didn't laugh," Quatre whispered to the silence. Then he gave a half smile as he thought, "but then, Heero never laughs." Slowly, he got up and headed to bed, shutting off the lights as he went along.
Heero fled from Quatre as fast as he could, not even thinking of where he was going, just trying to get away from the angel that made him lose control. He ran through an open door into a dark room and sank to his knees, panting and trying to get a hold of his whirling mind.
*Why...is this... happening...to me?!* No, he knew why it was happening.
Somehow, the blonde had gotten past his shell, past the shields that Relena and even Duo could not conquer.
"Impossible..." he muttered under his breath.
*Was it really?* his mind questioned. It had started with the simple acknowledgement that he wished Quatre were more than just a friend...
Shutting his eyes against the dark, he shook his head violently, trying to deny what had become crystal clear in his mind.
Quatre had stolen his heart, and Heero didn't mind one bit.
*********
The pilot of Sandrock wearily climbed the stairs. He was tired, but strangely satisfied after all that dancing. All thoughts had left him for that time as he had danced to the beat. At least until Heero had showed up.
*dear Allah, please let him keep it to himself,* he thought walking down the hallway. He'd felt stupid enough when Heero had seen him. *He wouldn't tell--* he thought to himself firmly when a sudden burst of unmistakably Duo-esque laughter came from Duo and Heero's room.
Quatre sighed. Maybe he would. The sharp pain in his heart and the twisted feeling in his gut would have probably gone unnoticed by anyone watching him unless they happened to notice the sudden brightness of his eyes. He was used to it by now. It was thoughts like that one that made him realize... It wasn't so much that he felt stupid, more like he knew that his heart was slowly being broken by a young boy by the name of
"Heero?" There, in the middle of his and Trowa's room sat a very surprised looking Heero. The wing pilot was blinking owlishly at the sudden bright light in the room and had a cute lost expression on his face... *almost desperate,* Quatre noticed, but before he could study Heero anymore, the usual cold mask took over.
"Don't--" The word came out involuntarily as Quatre saw the real Heero slipping away again.
The cold gaze turned to him, and Quatre winced.
Trying to cover it up, Quatre turned away and started doing little things around the room.
"Saa, Heero, what are you doing here anyway?" *I thought you were with Duo...*
Silence.
*sweatdrop*
"Ano... Duo sounded like he was talking to someone in the other room... but since you're here, maybe it's Wufei..."
A grunt from Heero made him turn to look into the piercing stare.
Heero just studied him as if his answer lay somewhere on Quatre's face.
Quatre waited patiently for the quiet boy, but inside, his mind was running a mile a minute. *maybe he's not with duo, maybe i actually have a chance... if only he were interested in me... wait, that lost look before, what if duo...no... duo wouldn't hurt Heero would he?*
"It's Trowa." the sullen boy finally replied, eyes still on Quatre waiting for his reaction.
"Trowa?" *What? Trowa dumped Heero? Wait, Trowa didn't tell me anything about being with Heero.* As far as Quatre could tell, it was the long haired pilot that Trowa had been after...
"Oh, you mean Trowa's with Duo?" Quatre blurted out, realization and relief flashing over his face. Then a brief smile of joy for his friend *who probably managed or will manage to catch the braided boy tonight,* he thought.
"Ha, I didn't think Trowa had the guts." Allah knew a certain blond definitely didn't.
A strange expression crossed Heero's face for a split second and once more, Quatre had an urge to just take the perfect soldier in his arms and keep him safe forever... *if duo is with trowa, then that leaves Heero alone...*
The blond stepped forward and began slowly advancing on Heero.
Soft green eyes entreating those cold blue eyes...
*Please heero, i need to know... are you... are you still in love with Duo? did he hurt you? will you accept me instead... or at least let me help you... please, i need to know...* Quatre thought silently, begging with his eyes.
"Are you okay... with them?" he finally asked out loud.
Once again those cold eyes widened in shock.
*Gods-- I can't move...* Heero thought, both hating an loving the fact that Quatre could do this to him.
The angel bent over him, concerned eyes peering down at him.
Somehow Heero broke away from that stare, looked away from the face that haunted his dreams every night...
*Damn...* thought Quatre, *lost him again. I need to know, Heero... can't you see that I... I... if only I... if only...*
A slender arm reached out and gently turned Heero's face until he had no choice but to look into those bright eyes.
*please understand heero...*
Their lips suddenly brushed in an almost chaste kiss. Yet Quatre was seeing sparks as he sat back and Heero felt like he had touched heaven.
*This angel-- my angel-- kissed me...*
When Heero opened his eyes again, Quatre could see wonder and a touch of joy in those blue depths.
As their lips met again, Quatre felt his heart finally become whole.
And for the first time in a long time, Heero Yuy felt true happiness.
**********
If either of the pair of lovestruck pilots had been half aware of anything besides each other, they would probably have noticed the three eavesdropping boys who slowly closed the bedroom door and tiptoed back to Duo's room.
"Finally!" Duo burst out as soon as they closed the door. Then he grinned happily at the other two.
"Ha, I told you it would work. All they needed was a little help from Shinigami!!" he cackled loudly.
"Oi, Trowa," Wufei drawled with an innocent look on his face. "I think it's about time we shut him up, ne?" Trowa grinned back.
Duo noticed the exchange, and started backing up, hands up in a futile gesture to ward the two pilots off. "Um guys, what are you up to?" He banged into the wall at the back of the room, and with wide eyes realized that he was trapped. "Ano, eh heh, what about the wine? Trowa? Wufei?"
This time the brown haired boy spoke up. "Shut up Duo."
And with that, Duo only had time to let out a surprised "meep!" before he disappeared under a pile of limbs.
OWARI!!!
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