And All That Jazz
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And All That Jazz
And All That Jazz Arc
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Author : Presser
Archive: http://crimson.gwyaoi.com/beyondforever/Guest_Fanfiction/presser/presser.html
Pairings : 1x2, 2x5, 3x4x3
Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren’t mine
Rating : PG-13, then NC-17, then PG
Warnings : AU, PWP, sap, fluff, limes and lemons throughout (after the first story)
Feedback : Yes, please!
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1. A Room Upstairs
2. First Verse
3. Table Manners
4. Boys Interrupted
5. Peek-a-boo, I See You!
6. Coda
A Room Upstairs
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Author : Presser
Archive : http://www.geocities.com/sashimi121/
Pairings : 1x2
Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren’t mine
Rating : PG-13, leading to NC-17
Warnings : AU, sap, fluff
Feedback : Yes, please!
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Duo eased into the booth, joining Wufei and Trowa as the tenor sax cooed softly into the microphone. \"Fantastic!\" the braided boy said. \"This is like a ringside seat!\"
The booth was tucked into the far right corner of the jazz club, just behind a half wall that jutted out from the stairway leading up to the owner’s office. \"We’re so close to the stage, I could almost prop my feet on it!\" Wufei smiled at Duo, then winked knowingly at Trowa, who smirked back. Duo was oblivious to the signal. \"So when does Heero finish his set?\"
\"Should be the last song,\" Trowa said through wispy strands of tawny hair draped over one eye. \"You’re not anxious or anything, are you, Duo?\"
\"Anxious?!\" Duo exclaimed. \"What makes you think I’d be anxious? It’s not like I’m getting ready to declare my love for someone who doesn’t even remember my name, or anything like that!\" The longhaired boy shifted uneasily in his seat. \"Hey, Trowa, where’s the Q-man, anyway? I thought you two were inseparable.\" Anything to change the subject.
\"Oh, he’s upstairs, making sure you’ll be comfortable…later.\" Wufei grinned wickedly as he spoke.
Duo started to ask what Wufei meant, but just then the last song of the set ended. Scattered applause swept through the dimly lit club, subsiding as Heero Yuy made his way across the small stage. Duo’s heart caught in his throat as he saw cobalt eyes flicker past his face. \"He’s headed this way!\" Duo gasped. \"There’s no way I’m ready for this yet!\"
\"C’mon, Duo,\" Trowa said slyly, \"You know you want to. For all you know, he’ll be flattered.\"
\"You won’t know till you try,\" Wufei put in. Both of the boys smirked at Duo, half-lidded eyes filling with dirty thoughts.
\"Try what?\" Heero appeared at Duo’s elbow.
\"Eeep!\" Duo squealed, surprised at how quickly Yuy had made it through the handshakes and compliments to the booth. \"Oh, er, ah, nothing, Heero. These boys are just playing around with me.\"
\"Hn. Sounds…interesting.\" Heero held his face as impassive as ever, but Duo thought he detected a tiny twinkle in this beautiful boy’s eyes.
\"Oh, ah, where are my manners? Won’t you join us, Heero?\" Duo slid over too quickly, jostling Trowa only seconds after he had lowered his single malt to the table.
\"Duo!\" Both Wufei and Trowa spoke as one, but before they could chastise him further, Yuy took the seat next to Wufei and snapped his fingers above his head. A cocktail waitress appeared from the kitchen and took his drink order. Heero turned back to the table to see Trowa and Wufei making faces at Duo.
\"Duo, is it?\" I think I’ve seen you here before.\" Yuy turned his full gaze on the face in front of him. Long chestnut hair cascaded in and out of a braid from the back of Duo Maxwell’s head, across his shoulder, and down to his waist, perfectly setting off soft violet eyes, luminous skin, full, sensuous lips.
Duo stared back at Heero, frozen in mid-turn. Seconds ticked by. Heero spoke again.
\"Right?\"
\"Right?\" Duo echoed questioningly.
\"I’ve seen you here before?\"
Trowa kneed Duo gently under the table, and the longhaired boy snapped awake. \"Oh, right, right, yeah, heh, heh, I’ve been in before. I love jazz,\" he finished lamely.
\"Say, Heero,\" Wufei said cheerily, launching into the topic he and Trowa had agreed on. \"You finished with that song yet? The one you’ve been working on all week?\"
\"As a matter of fact, I think I have,\" Heero said, taking a sip of the gin and tonic handed to him by the waitress. \"Just a couple of final touches and the tune should be ready for prime time.\"
\"A song?\" Duo exclaimed. \"You mean you /write/ as well as /play/? That’s amazing!\"
Trowa chidim: im: \"Duo, I’m surprised at you; you know that Heero’s more than just a guy who knows his way aroundianoiano bar.\" Duo blushed slightly as Heero Yuy searched his eyes. \"You /know/ that? How would you know much of anything about me, Duo Maxwell?\" Duo’s color rose from a pale pink dawn to a bright, cheery sunrise. Wufei spoke up.
\"Yeah, Duo, how /would/ you know that, hmm?\"
Duo shot the lithe Chinese boy a withering scowl, then turned to explain to Heero. \"Well…um…it’s not like…ah…it’s…it’s a secret, or anything. Anyone who’s ever been in here more than once knows that Heero Yuy writes some of his own material.\" Duo regained a bit of his composure with each word, and finished with a touch of defiance in his voice.
\"True enough, my friend,\" Heero said gently. And he smiled. At Duo. And he melted. Duo, that is. On the inside. His first real conversation with Heero Yuy, and he was smiled to. At. By Heero.
Duo took a deep breath, and was prevented from sighing by Trowa’s heartless interruption. \"Say, Heero, would you be willing to play it for us?\" \"Yeah,\" Wufei chimed in, \"Could’ja? I mean, since it’s just about finished and everything.\" Duo held his breath, waiting for Heero’s response.
\"Well,\" Heero drew out his thought, making the torture he knew he was causing Duo as exquisite as possible. \"I don’t usually play unfinished material, no matter how close it is to completion, but…I suppose I could make an exception this one time.\"
\"Cool!\" Wufei exclaimed. \"Wow!\" Trowa said with a big smile on his face. \"We’re gonna get to hear a world premiere!\" Both Trowa and Wufei scooted around the booth to follow Heero, who had risen and started up the stairway to the office. On the third step, Heero turned to look over his shoulder. Locks of thick, dark hair brushed over his deep blue eyes. \"Coming, Duo? You know, you’re invited, too. That is, if you’re interested.\"
Duo, who was still holding his breath in mid-sigh, shook himself awake and tried to stand up to follow the other boys, almost turning over the table. \"Watch it, tiger,\" Wufei said. \"Best to leave the table behind for this trip, ’kay?\" Trowa giggled with Wufei as Heero grinned at the sight and turned to proceed up the stairs. A flustered Duo scurried up the stairs, mentally making a note to settle the score with his tormentors at his earliest convenience.
* * *
Heero pulled keys from his pocket, inserted his master key in the door, and turned the lock. He pushed open the door and stepped into…Quatre, who was just turning off the light and attempting to leave.
\"Oh, Heero, I’m sorry!\" Quatre said. \"It’s all right, Q-chan,\" Heero said smoothly to the delicate blonde boy. \"No harm done. Say, what were you doing up here, anyway?\" Heero smiled crookedly as he spoke to Quatre.
\"What was I doing…? Heero, you know why I…\"
\"Hey, Quatre,\" both Trowa and Wufei shouted the boy’s name simultaneously. \"Want to join us? Heero’s going to treat us to a world premiere of his latest tune!\" Trowa followed up Wufei’s comment by adding, \"Yeah, I want to hear it with you, babe.\"
Quatre’s puzzled look wasn’t noticed by Duo, still smarting from the embarrassment of almost turning over the table at the bottom of the stairs. Heero moved into the office, switching on the light as Trowa took Quatre’s hand. Wufei kept the conversation going.
\"So, Heero, what’s this one about? Another love ballad? I know that’s what you specialize in.\" Wufei’s coal-black ponytail bobbed up and down as he pushed past Quatre to catch up with Heero.
\"You’ll find out soon enough,\" Heero said. He moved to the back of the little office, past chairs littered with calculator tape twined around mostly full ashtrays. In the back of the room, Heero opened another door. \"My humble abode, friends. Come in; have a seat.\"
Wufei, Trowa, Quatre, and Duo followed Heero into the small apartment. The one-room efficiency with a kitchenette and tiny bath was dominated by a state-of-the-art Roland keyboard hooked to Heero’s laptop and an array of sound gear. Trowa and Quatre flopped down on the rickety hide-a-bed couch facing the Roland, followed by Wufei.
\"Not quite enough room for four, I’m afraid,\" Heero said as he shrugged his shoulders, his dinner jacket dropping to the floor by the keyboard. \"Not a problem,\" Wufei said. He grabbed Duo by the wrist and pulled gently but firmly. The boy’s brownish-red braid flipped up in the air as Duo’s butt landed squarely in Wufei’s waiting lap.
\"Hey!\" Duo exclaimed. \"What’cha think you’re doing?\"
\"Hush, baby,\" Wufei purred. \"It’s the only place to park it while Heero plays for us.\"
\"It’s all right,\" Heero said smoothly. \"Now let me find a patch cable.\" He dove under the Roland, fishing around in a box full of miscellaneous cables and adapters. \"Ah, this one will do. Just a minute more.\" Heero unhooked the attached headphones and re-routed the Roland to the speakers. \"Playback through the Roland is much better than the sound card in my laptop.\" He slipped a MIDI disk into the Roland’s floppy drive, and turned to the boys on the couch.
\"Don’t three of you have something to do?\" Heero feigned a frown, and was rewarded with an instant response.
Trowa jumped up immediately. \"Oh, right, Q-chan, I completely forgot. You’ve got to come with me now!\"
\"Wha…?!\"
\"There’s someone downstairs who I promised would get to meet you, and we’re already ten minutes late! It’s the whole reason we came to the club tonight!\" Trowa took Quatre’s hand firmly in his, and jerked him toward the door.
\"Hey!\" Quatre yelled, \"Not so rough!\"
\"Oh, he likes it rough,\" Wufei smirked. He turned to look at Heero, only to find him glaring back. Wufei then realized that Heero had meant for him to leave as well. He popped up from the couch, unceremoniously dumping Duo halfway on, halfway off the sofa. The braided boy went sprawling, his shoulders hunched forward into scratchy fabric-covered cushions, his knees hitting the floor.
\"Ow! What’cha have to do /that/ for, Wufei?\"
\"Wufei hurriedly apologized. \"Sorry Du-chan, but I, too, must go. I…I…er…have to check on Trowa’s friend. I promised I’d watch the door for him, and I haven’t been doing my job!\" The Chinese boy ran for the door, shutting it behind him. Heero rolled his eyes to the ceiling, sighing silently to himself.
* * *
\"What was /that/ all about?\" Duo said as he picked himself up. He stood with his back to Heero, brushing his clothes off. He reached behind him to pull his braid forward and straighten it, and found a hand already there.
\"Heero?\" Duo said tentatively. \"What are you…\"
\"…doing?\" Heero finished the boy’s sentence as he turned him around. Face to face, the eyes of the two locked together. Deep sapphire drank in the lavender pools just inches away.
Duo’s jaw went slack, his eyes dilated slightly. Heero grinned gently, then leaned in and pecked Duo’s nose with a cute little kiss.
\"Heero!\" Duo was as close to speechless as he ever got. \"What…I mean…are you…ahh…\"
\"Shut up and kiss me already, will ya?\" Heero said with a mock gruffness in his voice. Duo was still in shock, hoping against hope that this wasn’t just a dream. Heero leaned forward again, this time planting a big, sloppy kiss full on Duo’s delectable lips.
\"Mrrmph!\" Duo murmured into Heero’s mouth. And then, as Heero’s tongue met his, something deep inside the beautiful boy with the flowing hair ignited. Passion held in check for eons of emotional time broke loose, and Duo kissed back with abandon. He lunged forward, eager to taste, to touch, to feel all of Heero at once.
Heero was knocked off balance, his hand still laced in Duo’s ruddy mane. Heero put his free hand behind him, caught his balance on the Roland keyboard. \"Whoa, boy,\" Heero said, reluctantly pulling himself away from Duo’s lips. \"If we go easy, we can make this last for quite a while.\"
\"Oh, Heero!\" Duo said, his speechlessness completely gone. \"You have no idea how I’ve wanted this, how I’ve dreamed that you…that I…that…\" Duo’s words trailed away in the wake of the broad smile stealing across Heero’s facuddeudden comprehension dawned in the younger boy’s eyes. \"You…you /knew/? You /planned/ this?\"
\"In a word, yes.\" Heero waited for Duo to process just what that meant.
\"So Trowa and Quatre…even /Wufei/…they all knew?\" The Shinigami in Duo rose quickly to the fore. A black cloud darkened his face as he spoke. \"Why, I should…I ough"
"
\"How about thanking them for getting us together?\" Heero interrupted. As Duo’s mouth dropped open, Heero pressed forward quickly to his next thought. \"I wasn’t sure if you felt the way I did, so I…arranged this private encounter.\" Duo could see the hesitation in Heero’s eyes, knew that he was waiting to see if Duo would reject him for what he had done. Duo stood perfectly still, his heart cascading through a range of feelings, each playing across his face as they came and went. Finally he spoke softly, hesitantly.
\"So you d-did this, be-because…\"
\"Because I love you, Duo. I have since the moment I first saw you walk through the door of the club with Wufei.\" Duo’s stunned silence lasted only a moment more; then he broke into a massive grin, and threw himself at Heero.
\"Heero Yuy, I oughta smack you, but I’m too much in love with you to do anything but /kiss/ you!\" Which Duo proceeded to do. Heero tapped the \"play\" button on his Roland keyboard, then wrapped one arm around the boy’s waist, buried his other hand in those exquisite strands of hair, and eased them both onto the sofa.
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Author : Presser
Archive: http://crimson.gwyaoi.com/beyondforever/Guest_Fanfiction/presser/presser.html
Pairings : 1x2, 2x5, 3x4x3
Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren’t mine
Rating : PG-13, then NC-17, then PG
Warnings : AU, PWP, sap, fluff, limes and lemons throughout (after the first story)
Feedback : Yes, please!
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1. A Room Upstairs
2. First Verse
3. Table Manners
4. Boys Interrupted
5. Peek-a-boo, I See You!
6. Coda
A Room Upstairs
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Author : Presser
Archive : http://www.geocities.com/sashimi121/
Pairings : 1x2
Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren’t mine
Rating : PG-13, leading to NC-17
Warnings : AU, sap, fluff
Feedback : Yes, please!
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Duo eased into the booth, joining Wufei and Trowa as the tenor sax cooed softly into the microphone. \"Fantastic!\" the braided boy said. \"This is like a ringside seat!\"
The booth was tucked into the far right corner of the jazz club, just behind a half wall that jutted out from the stairway leading up to the owner’s office. \"We’re so close to the stage, I could almost prop my feet on it!\" Wufei smiled at Duo, then winked knowingly at Trowa, who smirked back. Duo was oblivious to the signal. \"So when does Heero finish his set?\"
\"Should be the last song,\" Trowa said through wispy strands of tawny hair draped over one eye. \"You’re not anxious or anything, are you, Duo?\"
\"Anxious?!\" Duo exclaimed. \"What makes you think I’d be anxious? It’s not like I’m getting ready to declare my love for someone who doesn’t even remember my name, or anything like that!\" The longhaired boy shifted uneasily in his seat. \"Hey, Trowa, where’s the Q-man, anyway? I thought you two were inseparable.\" Anything to change the subject.
\"Oh, he’s upstairs, making sure you’ll be comfortable…later.\" Wufei grinned wickedly as he spoke.
Duo started to ask what Wufei meant, but just then the last song of the set ended. Scattered applause swept through the dimly lit club, subsiding as Heero Yuy made his way across the small stage. Duo’s heart caught in his throat as he saw cobalt eyes flicker past his face. \"He’s headed this way!\" Duo gasped. \"There’s no way I’m ready for this yet!\"
\"C’mon, Duo,\" Trowa said slyly, \"You know you want to. For all you know, he’ll be flattered.\"
\"You won’t know till you try,\" Wufei put in. Both of the boys smirked at Duo, half-lidded eyes filling with dirty thoughts.
\"Try what?\" Heero appeared at Duo’s elbow.
\"Eeep!\" Duo squealed, surprised at how quickly Yuy had made it through the handshakes and compliments to the booth. \"Oh, er, ah, nothing, Heero. These boys are just playing around with me.\"
\"Hn. Sounds…interesting.\" Heero held his face as impassive as ever, but Duo thought he detected a tiny twinkle in this beautiful boy’s eyes.
\"Oh, ah, where are my manners? Won’t you join us, Heero?\" Duo slid over too quickly, jostling Trowa only seconds after he had lowered his single malt to the table.
\"Duo!\" Both Wufei and Trowa spoke as one, but before they could chastise him further, Yuy took the seat next to Wufei and snapped his fingers above his head. A cocktail waitress appeared from the kitchen and took his drink order. Heero turned back to the table to see Trowa and Wufei making faces at Duo.
\"Duo, is it?\" I think I’ve seen you here before.\" Yuy turned his full gaze on the face in front of him. Long chestnut hair cascaded in and out of a braid from the back of Duo Maxwell’s head, across his shoulder, and down to his waist, perfectly setting off soft violet eyes, luminous skin, full, sensuous lips.
Duo stared back at Heero, frozen in mid-turn. Seconds ticked by. Heero spoke again.
\"Right?\"
\"Right?\" Duo echoed questioningly.
\"I’ve seen you here before?\"
Trowa kneed Duo gently under the table, and the longhaired boy snapped awake. \"Oh, right, right, yeah, heh, heh, I’ve been in before. I love jazz,\" he finished lamely.
\"Say, Heero,\" Wufei said cheerily, launching into the topic he and Trowa had agreed on. \"You finished with that song yet? The one you’ve been working on all week?\"
\"As a matter of fact, I think I have,\" Heero said, taking a sip of the gin and tonic handed to him by the waitress. \"Just a couple of final touches and the tune should be ready for prime time.\"
\"A song?\" Duo exclaimed. \"You mean you /write/ as well as /play/? That’s amazing!\"
Trowa chidim: im: \"Duo, I’m surprised at you; you know that Heero’s more than just a guy who knows his way aroundianoiano bar.\" Duo blushed slightly as Heero Yuy searched his eyes. \"You /know/ that? How would you know much of anything about me, Duo Maxwell?\" Duo’s color rose from a pale pink dawn to a bright, cheery sunrise. Wufei spoke up.
\"Yeah, Duo, how /would/ you know that, hmm?\"
Duo shot the lithe Chinese boy a withering scowl, then turned to explain to Heero. \"Well…um…it’s not like…ah…it’s…it’s a secret, or anything. Anyone who’s ever been in here more than once knows that Heero Yuy writes some of his own material.\" Duo regained a bit of his composure with each word, and finished with a touch of defiance in his voice.
\"True enough, my friend,\" Heero said gently. And he smiled. At Duo. And he melted. Duo, that is. On the inside. His first real conversation with Heero Yuy, and he was smiled to. At. By Heero.
Duo took a deep breath, and was prevented from sighing by Trowa’s heartless interruption. \"Say, Heero, would you be willing to play it for us?\" \"Yeah,\" Wufei chimed in, \"Could’ja? I mean, since it’s just about finished and everything.\" Duo held his breath, waiting for Heero’s response.
\"Well,\" Heero drew out his thought, making the torture he knew he was causing Duo as exquisite as possible. \"I don’t usually play unfinished material, no matter how close it is to completion, but…I suppose I could make an exception this one time.\"
\"Cool!\" Wufei exclaimed. \"Wow!\" Trowa said with a big smile on his face. \"We’re gonna get to hear a world premiere!\" Both Trowa and Wufei scooted around the booth to follow Heero, who had risen and started up the stairway to the office. On the third step, Heero turned to look over his shoulder. Locks of thick, dark hair brushed over his deep blue eyes. \"Coming, Duo? You know, you’re invited, too. That is, if you’re interested.\"
Duo, who was still holding his breath in mid-sigh, shook himself awake and tried to stand up to follow the other boys, almost turning over the table. \"Watch it, tiger,\" Wufei said. \"Best to leave the table behind for this trip, ’kay?\" Trowa giggled with Wufei as Heero grinned at the sight and turned to proceed up the stairs. A flustered Duo scurried up the stairs, mentally making a note to settle the score with his tormentors at his earliest convenience.
* * *
Heero pulled keys from his pocket, inserted his master key in the door, and turned the lock. He pushed open the door and stepped into…Quatre, who was just turning off the light and attempting to leave.
\"Oh, Heero, I’m sorry!\" Quatre said. \"It’s all right, Q-chan,\" Heero said smoothly to the delicate blonde boy. \"No harm done. Say, what were you doing up here, anyway?\" Heero smiled crookedly as he spoke to Quatre.
\"What was I doing…? Heero, you know why I…\"
\"Hey, Quatre,\" both Trowa and Wufei shouted the boy’s name simultaneously. \"Want to join us? Heero’s going to treat us to a world premiere of his latest tune!\" Trowa followed up Wufei’s comment by adding, \"Yeah, I want to hear it with you, babe.\"
Quatre’s puzzled look wasn’t noticed by Duo, still smarting from the embarrassment of almost turning over the table at the bottom of the stairs. Heero moved into the office, switching on the light as Trowa took Quatre’s hand. Wufei kept the conversation going.
\"So, Heero, what’s this one about? Another love ballad? I know that’s what you specialize in.\" Wufei’s coal-black ponytail bobbed up and down as he pushed past Quatre to catch up with Heero.
\"You’ll find out soon enough,\" Heero said. He moved to the back of the little office, past chairs littered with calculator tape twined around mostly full ashtrays. In the back of the room, Heero opened another door. \"My humble abode, friends. Come in; have a seat.\"
Wufei, Trowa, Quatre, and Duo followed Heero into the small apartment. The one-room efficiency with a kitchenette and tiny bath was dominated by a state-of-the-art Roland keyboard hooked to Heero’s laptop and an array of sound gear. Trowa and Quatre flopped down on the rickety hide-a-bed couch facing the Roland, followed by Wufei.
\"Not quite enough room for four, I’m afraid,\" Heero said as he shrugged his shoulders, his dinner jacket dropping to the floor by the keyboard. \"Not a problem,\" Wufei said. He grabbed Duo by the wrist and pulled gently but firmly. The boy’s brownish-red braid flipped up in the air as Duo’s butt landed squarely in Wufei’s waiting lap.
\"Hey!\" Duo exclaimed. \"What’cha think you’re doing?\"
\"Hush, baby,\" Wufei purred. \"It’s the only place to park it while Heero plays for us.\"
\"It’s all right,\" Heero said smoothly. \"Now let me find a patch cable.\" He dove under the Roland, fishing around in a box full of miscellaneous cables and adapters. \"Ah, this one will do. Just a minute more.\" Heero unhooked the attached headphones and re-routed the Roland to the speakers. \"Playback through the Roland is much better than the sound card in my laptop.\" He slipped a MIDI disk into the Roland’s floppy drive, and turned to the boys on the couch.
\"Don’t three of you have something to do?\" Heero feigned a frown, and was rewarded with an instant response.
Trowa jumped up immediately. \"Oh, right, Q-chan, I completely forgot. You’ve got to come with me now!\"
\"Wha…?!\"
\"There’s someone downstairs who I promised would get to meet you, and we’re already ten minutes late! It’s the whole reason we came to the club tonight!\" Trowa took Quatre’s hand firmly in his, and jerked him toward the door.
\"Hey!\" Quatre yelled, \"Not so rough!\"
\"Oh, he likes it rough,\" Wufei smirked. He turned to look at Heero, only to find him glaring back. Wufei then realized that Heero had meant for him to leave as well. He popped up from the couch, unceremoniously dumping Duo halfway on, halfway off the sofa. The braided boy went sprawling, his shoulders hunched forward into scratchy fabric-covered cushions, his knees hitting the floor.
\"Ow! What’cha have to do /that/ for, Wufei?\"
\"Wufei hurriedly apologized. \"Sorry Du-chan, but I, too, must go. I…I…er…have to check on Trowa’s friend. I promised I’d watch the door for him, and I haven’t been doing my job!\" The Chinese boy ran for the door, shutting it behind him. Heero rolled his eyes to the ceiling, sighing silently to himself.
* * *
\"What was /that/ all about?\" Duo said as he picked himself up. He stood with his back to Heero, brushing his clothes off. He reached behind him to pull his braid forward and straighten it, and found a hand already there.
\"Heero?\" Duo said tentatively. \"What are you…\"
\"…doing?\" Heero finished the boy’s sentence as he turned him around. Face to face, the eyes of the two locked together. Deep sapphire drank in the lavender pools just inches away.
Duo’s jaw went slack, his eyes dilated slightly. Heero grinned gently, then leaned in and pecked Duo’s nose with a cute little kiss.
\"Heero!\" Duo was as close to speechless as he ever got. \"What…I mean…are you…ahh…\"
\"Shut up and kiss me already, will ya?\" Heero said with a mock gruffness in his voice. Duo was still in shock, hoping against hope that this wasn’t just a dream. Heero leaned forward again, this time planting a big, sloppy kiss full on Duo’s delectable lips.
\"Mrrmph!\" Duo murmured into Heero’s mouth. And then, as Heero’s tongue met his, something deep inside the beautiful boy with the flowing hair ignited. Passion held in check for eons of emotional time broke loose, and Duo kissed back with abandon. He lunged forward, eager to taste, to touch, to feel all of Heero at once.
Heero was knocked off balance, his hand still laced in Duo’s ruddy mane. Heero put his free hand behind him, caught his balance on the Roland keyboard. \"Whoa, boy,\" Heero said, reluctantly pulling himself away from Duo’s lips. \"If we go easy, we can make this last for quite a while.\"
\"Oh, Heero!\" Duo said, his speechlessness completely gone. \"You have no idea how I’ve wanted this, how I’ve dreamed that you…that I…that…\" Duo’s words trailed away in the wake of the broad smile stealing across Heero’s facuddeudden comprehension dawned in the younger boy’s eyes. \"You…you /knew/? You /planned/ this?\"
\"In a word, yes.\" Heero waited for Duo to process just what that meant.
\"So Trowa and Quatre…even /Wufei/…they all knew?\" The Shinigami in Duo rose quickly to the fore. A black cloud darkened his face as he spoke. \"Why, I should…I ough"
"
\"How about thanking them for getting us together?\" Heero interrupted. As Duo’s mouth dropped open, Heero pressed forward quickly to his next thought. \"I wasn’t sure if you felt the way I did, so I…arranged this private encounter.\" Duo could see the hesitation in Heero’s eyes, knew that he was waiting to see if Duo would reject him for what he had done. Duo stood perfectly still, his heart cascading through a range of feelings, each playing across his face as they came and went. Finally he spoke softly, hesitantly.
\"So you d-did this, be-because…\"
\"Because I love you, Duo. I have since the moment I first saw you walk through the door of the club with Wufei.\" Duo’s stunned silence lasted only a moment more; then he broke into a massive grin, and threw himself at Heero.
\"Heero Yuy, I oughta smack you, but I’m too much in love with you to do anything but /kiss/ you!\" Which Duo proceeded to do. Heero tapped the \"play\" button on his Roland keyboard, then wrapped one arm around the boy’s waist, buried his other hand in those exquisite strands of hair, and eased them both onto the sofa.