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Part 2 pairings: Heero/Duo/Wufei, mentioned later-Trowa/Quatre C & C always welcome.
Warm sunlight spread across his face, turning the inside of his eyelid orange. Heero kept them closed, feeling delightfully warm and pleasant. His entire body was limp has a rag doll, old knots in his shoulders and back loosened and gone. A feeling of utter contentment welled up inside of him. Vaguely wondering what caused these lovely sensations, Heero stretched. He then became aware of a body sprawled next to him. "What the...?!" He surged up from his warm nest of blankets, only to find his legs hopelessly entangled with another's. He went crashing to the floor with curse. The movement sent pain sparking in his backside, centered in his most intimate area. His eyes went wide, the memories from the previous night flooding his mind. "Oh..." He blushed, body stirring with remembrance. [Not now!] He snapped at his hormones and pushed himself up, gingerly, eyes taking in the full view of his previously virgin bed. Duo Maxwell covered most of it, arms and legs spread every which-way, blankets shoved aside to reveal his full glory. Heero shivered, tearing his eyes away. Wufei was curled up against Duo's other side, hair lose and spreading over his face, blankets twisted demurely around his muscular frame. Heero paused. [Wait, wasn't *I* in the middle and Duo on the edge?] His brain supplied many different way of how Duo could have gotten over him, all of which involved that sweet, naked body crawling over his. [Whee!] cheered his hormones. Heero quickly turned away and rushed to the bathroom, infernally grateful that this bedroom had its own bath. It would not do to encounter Trowa or Quatre along the way to the other one. [Though, come to think of it, if my guess about that vial is true, then its likely they had their own fun last night.] Mouth twitching in an almost-smile, Heero turned on the faucet, setting the water for luke warm. As he washed himself, very gently, he thought of different ways to ask Trowa and/or Quatre about last night and dwelled not on his own activities. He finished and headed out, grabbing a towel along the way. He opened the door to the bedroom and found Duo waiting on the other side. "Morning, Sunshine!" the braided boy chirped brightly, pausing long enough to give Heero a peck on the cheek before walking on past. Heero accepted the kiss stonily, holding his body in firm control to keep it from reacting to Duo's naked closeness. He noticed, with a hint of satisfaction, that Duo was walking funny. Back in the bedroom, Wufei was still asleep, mumbling into his pillow. *Heero's* pillow. The full implication of what happened last night struck him and for a moment, he staggered. [Oh, god, I had sex with Duo! No worse, I had sex with Duo *and* Wufei. More or less. What are we going to do now?] Confusion, uncertainty, and fear made his head swim. Duo was one thing, the hyper-crazy America had been the center of his much-denied wet dreams almost since they had met. Wufei was another story all together. [I can't risk getting attached, I can't!] he shook his head in wild denial and forced himself through the motions of dying off and dressing, always keeping Wufei in his sight in case the other pilot decided to go loony after what happened. [Not even as friends. Any one of them could die on a mission. Even....even Duo....] He swallowed, feeling sick and hated it, hated himself for feeling it, hated Duo for causing it. "Hmmmph...." Wufei stirred on the bed, rousing. Heero paused, shirt half-on, his cycle of thoughts halted. The black-haired pilot shifted again and turned partially to his side, eyes blinking open owlishly. His brow furrowed in confusion, trying to place what was wrong with his room and what-on-earth was Heero doing here? Wait, another important question, why did the bed smell like a group of sex-crazed teens had screwed each other silly in it? Oh, that's right! Heero had been watching, mildly amused by the play of emotions across Wufei's face, and was somewhat surprised when the other boy screeched and lunged to his feet, getting tangled in the bedding along the way. Heero blinked and pulled his shirt on the rest of the way. The bathroom door came open and Duo stumbled out, hair a wet tangle around his glistening body. "What is it?" Duo asked, confused and worried. Wufei stared, eyes wide. "You..." he started, pointing to Duo. "Me." Duo agreed, smirking slightly. "And you..." Wufei pointed to Heero. "Yes." "And me....then we..." now he made a frantic gesture at the messy bed. "That's right, Wufei." Duo was openly smirking, "You can say it, come, it's not that hard...." Wufei gave him a black look. "I'm not a virgin, I know what sex is." "Duh...I was there!" The Chinese pilot blushed, "No! I meant before! What I want to know is," he trailed off, glancing to the side, "What do we do now?" There was a long moment of silence. Duo watched Heero for a reaction, Heero maintained his stony expression. An empty, helpless look filled Duo's violet eyes and he looked away. Heero's stomach twisted. He ignored it and finger combed his still damp hair. "There is something I need to tell you....later, after breakfast." Avoiding the confused looks and unsaid questions of his fellows, Heero left the bedroom, heading for the kitchen. And trying very hard to walk normal. [Stupid Duo, it still hurts.] Quatre was in the kitchen, humming happily to himself as he got the makings for breakfast set out. He noticed Heero and his smile widened (if such a thing were really possible). "Good morning, Heero!" he beamed. "Good morning." "Want some coffee?" Heero nodded, sitting carefully in one of the cushioned chairs. Quatre bustled about, getting a mug and sugar, all the time Heero watched him beneath shaggy bangs, trying to see if there was anything different about him, anything that would give a clue of something having happened. [He looks just as cheerful and happy as he always does. Wish I could always feel that relaxed and content....] Heero paused in his wistful thought, both because it was unbecoming of the Perfect Soldier, and because he really *did* feel that way right now. [Must be from....last night.] Heero blinked, then blinked again. Quatre came over with his coffee and set it on the table. "Quatre?" "Hmmm?" "Did...did anything strange happen last night?" Heero blurted, "Something that doesn't normaly happen when you share a room with Trowa?" "Oh, no, " there was a definite sparkle in Quatre's China-blue eyes and his ‘innocent' smile was almost a smirk, "Only what happens every night!" It occurred to Heero, just then, that turtle-necks are very good for hiding hickies. Somewhat disturbed by his thoughts, and wondering whether he should even bother telling those two his suspicions, Heero returned to his coffee. Quatre continued to hum some random songs, completely at ease with the world in general. "Good morning, everyone! Shingami has arisen!" Duo called dramticly, walking into the kitchen. Heero focused harder on his coffee. Quatre chirbed a ‘good morning' then asked if Duo wanted coffee. "Any soda left?" Duo wondered, lowering himself into the chair next to Heero, "Ow ow ow ow....." he hissed. Heero concealed his worry behind dark bangs and coffee mug. "Are you okay?" Quatre frowned, holding the last Pepsi. Duo sighed mournfully. "I was attacked by a long-sword." Violet eyes sparkled with mischief. Heero starting choking on his drink. Quatre scurried over and patted him on the back until he calmed down. "A 'long-sword'?" Quatre asked, forehead creased. Duo waved it off. "You don't want to know. Hey, we out of pop-tarts yet?" "We ran out of those days ago. How about some eggs instead?" At Duo's nod, Quatre went back to preparing food. When the blonde's back was turned, Duo started messuring a wide space between his hands and mouthing "yummy". Heero scowled at him and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Duo chattered happily like usual, but for some reason, every other sentence seemed to inculde a sexual innuendo. Heero tried desprately to ignore him and ignore the way Duo's leg kept brushing against his. [That settles it, I'm going to kill him.] Trowa joined them later, face set in its normal blank mask, collar of his turtle-neck pulled up high. Blocking the comments of his suddenly hentai mind, Heero nodded a good morning. "Morning, Trowa-man! Sleep okay last night?" Duo grinned, wrapping one foot around the rungs of Heero's chair and pulling himself closer to the Wing pilot. To make room for Trowa of course. "Yes." the other answered simply. "Hey, me too!" One hand ‘accidently' rubbed Heero's thigh when Duo raised it to the table. The room suddenly became warmer. [Kill, I am going to kill him.] Heero waited tersely for Wufei to join them, a feeling of on unease rising inside of him. He found that he desperately did *not* want Duo to know that he'd been drugged. He thought that knowing that is hadn't been real would make him feel better....[If its not real, why is Duo acting like this?]...but it only made him feel worse. Finally, Wufei came into the kitchen. (cue good morning and coffee/tea offering scene) He flushed seeing Duo and Heero and chose a chair the furthtest from them. Duo grinned, leaning his elbows on the table and rested his face in his hands. His tounge came out to catch a stray drop of orange juice on his upper lip, then covered the bottom lip for good messure. Two sets of eyes blinked and shifted away. Brakfast was not easy.
Heero's stomach was doing backflips and the butterfly stroke by the time breakfast was finished. Duo skipped out on helping cleaning up, as always. Wufei just stood up and left. Heero glared when Quatre started to ask him, so the blonde thought better of it and just let Trowa help him (which he was going to do anyway). The three met in Duo and Wufei's room. Duo sat in his bed, Heero sat in Wufei's, and Wufei just stood nervously, not wanting to share a bed with either. "Soooo....." Duo drawled, "What did you want to tell us?" There was a mingling of hope and fear in his voice. Heero took a deep breath and braced himself. "A few nights ago, I received a mission for Dr. J. The mission," he continued, "was to give all four of you the contents of a vial which he sent to me. I didn't know what it was for, I wasn't told. Last night, I put it in the soup." The other two lapped into silence shooting glances between each other and Heero, confusion written on their faces. Wufei reacted first, with anger. "You drugged us! You gave that stuff to us without even thinking, we could have been hurt!" He tightened his hands into fists, rage clear in every movment. "It was a mission." Heero growled back, instately jumping to the defensive. Duo raised his hands soothingly. "Hey, hey, everyone calm down." He looked between his two lovers, watching them carefully. "Look, nothing happened, we're all fine, Trowa and Quatre are fine, so everyone just relax...." "Did nothing happen?" Heero found himself saying, whishing badly he could just leave it at that, but something inside not letting him, "Nothing at all?" "Well, there was *that*, but that couldn't have been...." Duo trailed off, dismay crossing his face, "It...it wasn't...I...mean...." He looked franticly between Heero and Wufei, eyes desperate, begging. "I....oh, god...." Wufei eyes went blank. "You bastard." Word flared up without his control, "It was a mission! I was under orders!" [Why am I explaining myself? I did what was required of me, I have no reason to be ashamed.] {Yeah, right.} [Shut up.] "Oh, right, how could I forget!" Wufei growled low in his throat, body trembling, "Mr. Perfect Soldier, always does what he's told! Even if it mean making his teammates suffer. Making them.....damn," He wiped a hand over his eyes and fled from the room, jerking open the door and slaming it shut behind him. "Wufei!" Duo started to his feet, then sunk back down to the bed, hands coming up to cradle his face. Heero watched helplessly, endless excuses and explanations tumbling through his mind, not quite making it to his mouth. "Did you eat any of the stuff?" Duo asked, his voice flat and distant. "No, part of the mission was to avoid it." Heero had to force the words out. HE wanted to run like Wufei had, but felt rooted to the spot. "Oh. But it doesn't matter, does it?" he demanded, "It still wasn't real. It was fake, forced. It was....rape." Heero's blood froze in his veins, his hands began shaking, his chest felt tight and confining. [No, no, no, no, no,] kept repeating itself in his mind, [God, no!] In his heart, all he wanted to do was comfort, to end the hurting. What came out of his mouth was anything but. "Its not like *I* was on top." He froze again, shocked and horrified at the words. [Oh, god, I can't believe I said that.] A chocked, strangled sound that fell short of being a real laugh emereged from Duo. "No, you weren't." Another horrible laugh. "Get out Heero." The Japanese pilot pulled himself to shaking legs. "D-duo..." "Get out!" the words were screamed this time. "Get *away* from me!" Heero jumped, then backed away and out the door, feeling as though his heart were constircted with a steel band. Duo remained unmoving as Heero closed the door. Then he leaned against it, barely able to support his own weight. His own word snapped at him in his mind. [Even when the one person I really care about is hurting, all I can do, all I know how to do, is fight.] He pressed his forehead tight against the door, imagining he could hear Duo sobbing on the other side. It tore his heart. And he hated it. [Damn you! You got attached! You cared! You can't afford too, what just happened in there proved it. You don't even know how to comfort some one. All you are is war.] He took a deep breath. [All I am.] The familiar coldness, the unfeelingness, welled up inside of him, covering his emotional wounds, burying any hint of caring, of wanting to care. [In the end,] the cold empty voice inside of him, the one that sounded like Dr. J, whispered calmly, [Its better. Now he's gone forever and will never wound you again.] [Yes, better] Heero pushed himself up, blank mask dropping over his face, composure returning. Quatre came down the hall, drying his hand on a towel, face creased with worry. "Is everything alright? Wufei just ran past and I thought I heard Duo scream." "Everyone is fine." Heero returned flatly, walking past the blonde boy.
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