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Winter Wishes

Chapter 2 : Ice Skating & Mistakes

Quatre happily tightened the laces to his skates, excited about the chance to teach Trowa something for once. He absolutely adored the HeavyArms pilot and would do anything just to be around him. After spending the morning relaxing around the house, Duo and Heero had returned late afternoon so that they could all go ice skating together. Quatre had been surprised at how cheerful Heero had been, encouraging Wufei to set down the book and come out with them. Though the little blonde suspected something was up, he couldn't pinpoint it and had finally let it drop. If it was important enough, then it was sure to come up later and it was better to just enjoy the evening at the skating rink.

The tall, green-eyed pilot had never put on a pair of skates in his life, not exactly having time for such a thing in his youth, and had taken the blonde up on his offer, silently hoping for lessons in more than just skating. Trowa mentally slapped himself for that thought, trying his best not to think hentai thoughts around the innocent little blonde. He felt as if that was all he thought about lately, his daydreams moving from the warm, fuzzy feelings that he originally got to a more racy side that he felt was hardly appropriate. When his feelings towards Quatre evolved from friendship into something more, he wasn't sure, but he knew it was more than the random waves of lust that sometimes flowed through his body. It was an emotion he could only describe to himself as love, a word which scared him to death with the power it usually held when spoken.

Trowa wasn't actually worried about learning to skate. If he could walk a tight-rope in the circus, then he definitely had the balance to ice skate, but Quatre had seemed so excited about teaching him that he thought it would be more fun this way. The little blonde seemed to have taken lessons in everything as a child, ranging from playing the violin to speaking almost every language imaginable. Ice skating was just another one of those many talents the Sandrock pilot had accumulated.

Quatre walked over and sat down on the bench next to Trowa as he finished adjusting the laces to his own skates. The outside skating rink sat in the center of the little village, lined with trees that were brightly lit up to help illuminate the ice in the moonlight. The cold night air blew through Quatre's hair as he looked out on the rink to see Heero and Wufei pull Duo across the ice. Though it had been the American's idea to come, he himself had never been skating. Heero had been quick to pick up the sport, like always, and Wufei already knew how to skate, probably picking it up sometime in his childhood, the same way that Quatre had. The two Oriental boys each had a hold of one of Duo's hand and were currently dragging him across the ice with his eyes closed, yelling for them to stop between laughs.

"What do you think's going on with them?"

Trowa looked up to watch their three friends for a brief moment. Heero had talked to him before about his problems with Duo. From their last conversation, he was under the impression that Heero would not pursue Duo as long as Wufei was interested in him, but from the way things were currently looking, it appeared that Heero had changed his mind. But then, it also seemed that they were including Wufei...

"I don't know, but..."

Quatre raised an eyebrow. Trowa knew more than he was letting on and he knew it, but getting the quiet boy to say what he was thinking was like pulling out teeth.

"But what, Trowa?"

Trowa thought for a moment, carefully considering his words. He wasn't sure what Quatre knew, but he knew what was obvious to them all.

"Heero would not hurt Wufei."

Quatre nodded, thinking the statement over in his head. Like Duo, he hadn't noticed where the Chinese boy's affection was aimed, but from Trowa's statement, he knew that Wufei either liked Heero or Duo and that Heero was the one in control of the situation. He also knew that Duo liked Heero. Everyone knew that, even though the American seemed to think not.

Finally giving up on figuring it all out, Quatre directed his thoughts back to his own relationship problems. He was getting sick of waiting on Trowa to make a move. Either the taller boy wasn't interested or he was too shy to actually go through with anything. It was getting to the point that Quatre was ready to do something himself, but he wasn't quite sure if Trowa was interested in him. In fact, he wasn't even sure if Trowa was interested in boys in general. There really hadn't been any clues as to where Trowa's preferences lie, but all Quatre needed was one little hint. If Trowa would give him any sign, no matter how small, that he liked him, then Quatre would proceed, but until then, he would settle for the two of them remaining best friends. He liked Trowa too much to risk their friendship.
"Don't let me fall, don't let me fall, don't let me fall!!!"

"Maxwell! You're not going to fall! So stop...yelling."

Wufei paused, realizing that his own voice was raised in an effort to be heard over Duo's whining. The braided boy wasn't really even trying to skate. How could he if he wouldn't even open his eyes? Wufei wasn't complaining, though. Duo was clutching to him as if his life depended on it and it filled Wufei with a warmth that wasn't entirely from the body heat that Duo was giving off. Anything that let him be so close to the American was worth it... though the yelling was starting to hurt his ears.

Duo laughed quietly to himself. He had started noticing Wufei immediately, now that he wasn't totally preoccupied with Heero. He was currently enjoying himself by seeing how many times he could make Wufei blush within the hour. Unfortunately for Wufei, this was a task easily accomplished and Duo seemed to be an expert at it.

Purposely loosening his grip on Heero, Duo pressed the toe-pick into the ice. The result was a spectacular fall that pulled Wufei on top of Duo, pressed chest to chest, their noses only inches away from each other. Both boys stayed still for a moment, their breath mingling in the cold winter air. Duo watched, fascinated, as Wufei's face slowly turned a brilliant shade of red for the fifth time that evening. As he snapped back to consciousness, the Chinese boy pulled himself up, quietly mumbling apologies that others rarely heard.

"Don't worry about it 'Fei. It was my fault. If I wasn't such a klutz, we wouldn't have fallen. Heero's lucky not to have been brought down as well. Then we would have all been cold!"

Heero attached himself to Duo's other arm as he stood back up. He had felt Duo release his arm moments before and realized that the braided boy intentionally fallen, so now he was watching the scene with growing interest. He suddenly realized that the way Duo was treating Wufei was how Duo usually flirted with him. Heero tried his best not to laugh. Did Duo genuinely think that Wufei wouldn't notice the difference? Heero didn't care, he was just worried about weather or not Wufei liked him as well. What would happen if Wufei was only interested in Duo? Would Duo choose-

"Yuy, are you there?"

"Hmm?" Heero snapped out of his thoughts, not catching whatever Wufei had been asking him.

Wufei smiled and shook his head. He'd never seen Heero so spacey. The Japanese boy had been like that since he'd come back from sledding with Duo, and though Wufei noticed a significant difference in the way he acted around Duo, it didn't seem to be restricted just to the American. Wufei had noticed Heero staring at him a lot lately, even more this evening then ever before. At first, he thought he'd done something wrong, that he was on the receiving end of Heero's death glare. Then he realized that it wasn't anger or annoyance in Heero's eyes, but something that he couldn't quite identify. Something that it seemed Heero didn't understand himself until after he came back from sledding. Now it was clearer than ever, but Wufei still wasn't sure he could pinpoint the feelings behind Heero's gaze.

Sometimes he thought it was desire he saw in Heero's gaze, or a fondness that he usually saw the Wing pilot direct towards his beloved Shinigami, but that didn't make since to Wufei. If Heero liked anyone, then he liked Duo, so he must have been misreading him, right?

"Can you handle Duo while I go get us some hot chocolate? I think it should warm us up a little."

Heero nodded and tightened his grip on Duo's arm as Wufei moved gracefully off the ice.

"You could have hurt yourself, pulling off a stunt like that. The ice is hard, you know."

Duo smirked.

"I'm not that stupid, Hee-chan. I knew what I was doing. Anyways, the worst I could do would be to bruise my tailbone."

Heero's lips curled, revealing a small smile as he debated weather or not to speak his thoughts aloud. Duo caught sight of Heero's face and raised an eyebrow in question, trying to figure out what the Japanese boy thought was so funny, and Heero gave in.

"Are you sure that doesn't bother you? It could very possibly... inhibit your activities later."

The American's eyes grew wide as the implications of Heero's statement became clear to him. Yes, a bruised tailbone would be a VERY bad idea now, so Duo would definitely not try THAT again. Duo blinked as he realized that it was Heero who had pointed this out to him.

"Heero! Since when are you such a hentai?!"

Duo laughed as Heero's face flared up in a blush. He wasn't actually surprised that Heero would think of such a thing, it was just unusual for him to actually voice it out loud. Even better still, it made The Perfect Soldier blush.

"I... I didn't mean..."

"Don't worry about it, Yuy."

Duo moved to wrap his arms around Heero, glancing over his shoulder at Quatre and Trowa in the process. The other two boys looked quite cozy together, Duo thought, and hoped that maybe their relationship would take off soon.

"Heero," Duo whispered. "Look at them."

Heero tugged Duo around so that he could face into the skating rink. On the other side were Quatre and Trowa, leaning against the wall, talking silently about some unknown subject. Trowa's arms were wrapped around Quatre's waist, his face only inches from the smaller boy's as he listened to him chatter. Quatre's hands were pressed against Trowa's chest, placed so that they looked as if the blonde pilot were actually pulling him in closer rather than pushing him away. Heero wondered what would take for those hands to snake up around the taller boy's neck and pull him down for a kiss. He smiled at the thought, knowing that Quatre would go through with it as soon as he had some kind of proof that Trowa liked him.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?"

Heero looked into the bright violet orbs before him, drowning in their depths as he mumbled his reply.

"I was just wondering how long it will take Trowa to give Quatre some kind of sign that he likes him. You know that as soon as he does, Quatre will jump him, right?"

Duo laughed outright at that image. Little, innocent Quatre jumping anyone would be quite a sight to see.

"You warn me when you think it's gonna happen, ok? I wanna be there to witness it. Those two should've gotten together a long time ago... but then, we should've as well."

Duo leaned closer into Heero's embrace, his warmth surrounding him.

"True, but we didn't know a lot either. We still don't know if Chang will accept me. What if he doesn't, Duo? What will we do?"

Duo pressed a finger to Heero's lips, effectively shushing him up.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure everything will be fine. We'll both talk to him later tonight and we'll figure it all out. Until then, just enjoy yourself and stop worrying about it."

As Duo finished speaking, he slowly moved his finger away from Heero's mouth and moved in to replace it with his lips. Heero's instinctively shut his eyes and leaned into Duo's kiss for the third time that day. The kiss was soft and short, tongues barely probing at each other in exploration. Heero pulled away slowly, temporarily reassured that everything would be all right.

It was then, as Heero opened his eyes, that he saw Wufei on the other side of the rink. The Chinese boy stood facing them, hands hanging limply at his side and his mouth slightly open in surprise. Turning quickly, he moved to retreat, never hearing Heero's frantic calls as a single tear rolled down his cheek.


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