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Heero sighed softly and put the cap on the mangled tube of toothpaste, setting it in the holder that also held their toothbrushes. Then he picked Duo's toothbrush up and put it in its slot. Afterwards, he moved the hairbrush from the counter into a drawer.
Duo wasn't exactly what he would call messy. It just seemed he didn't see too much point in putting certain things back where he'd gotten them from. And he seemed to contain that habit to certain areas. His clothes always made it to the hamper, but his shoes typically stayed wherever he was when he took them off. He'd wash the dishes by hand as opposed to the dishwasher because he wasn't used to having one, but glasses tended to build up in the living room and bedroom.
Heero accepted it with grace while Wufei ranted about Duo being disrespectful in someone else's home. That had gotten Heero's attention and he'd quickly, and little bit hotly, reminded the Chinese man that it was their home, too.
Wufei, as opposed to Duo, was obsessively neat. Which didn't really bother Heero, but he was pretty sure Duo left some stuff out just to get a rise out of the Chinese man. The biggest... somewhat irksome issue with Wufei was that during the week he woke up at five every morning. He didn't need an alarm, so that wasn't what bothered Heero. It was waking up without both of his lovers in his bed that he didn't like. He hadn't said anything about it, though. If that was how Wufei operated, he didn't really have a say in it.
And they had learned of his biggest disgrace. He didn't order room service merely because it was convenient. He couldn't cook worth a damn. Once they had realized that, they'd forced him to the grocery store where they filled his almost empty pantry and fridge. He would be on permanent kitchen duty with both of them swapping turns cooking, but it was worth it to get home cooked meals every day.
Duo bounded out of the living room into the bedroom. “Heero, what's taking so long? The movie's about to start.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “You could pause it.”
He puckered his lips. “Okay, Fei and I want you nestled between us about ten minutes ago.”
“Sorry, I was cleaning the bathroom before Wufei decided he needed to use it.”
Duo grimaced. “Sorry about that.”
He shook his head. “Doesn't really bother me.” He sat on the sofa next to Wufei and Duo cuddled up to his other side, grabbing the large bowl of popcorn and setting it in the Japanese man's lap.
“What are we watching?”
“Clue.”
“Ah.”
The three watched and laughed as the party in the movie sought to discover who'd committed all the murders. After the three different endings played, Heero looked to his left and then his right, and a soft smile came to his face.
“Is he out?” Duo asked quietly.
“Yeah.”
The braided man stood and moved to Heero's other side, brushing raven locks to the side to study Wufei's sleeping face. “He's damn adorable when he's asleep.”
Heero smirked. “He's damn adorable all the time.”
Duo chuckled before hooking his arms under Wufei's knees and shoulders and lifting him from the sofa. Heero turned off the TV and followed Duo into the bedroom. They curled around the smaller Asian and easily gave in to sleep.
Heero woke a little before seven as Wufei was beginning to crawl out of bed. Heero pulled him back and tightened his arms around him. “We're on vacation.”
Wufei grunted softly, but stayed where he was. He stared at his Japanese lover. It wasn't that he didn't like cuddling, but he was an early riser, always had been. He smiled softly. How he'd ever been lucky enough to win the love of Heero and Duo was beyond him, but he'd be forever grateful.
His eyes shifted to Duo as the braided man tossed in his sleep. He'd always moved around a lot when he slept, but it seemed lately that it was caused by more than simply trying to find a more comfortable position.
Chestnut brows drew together. “Sorry, Daddy,” he mumbled softly. “Mark told me not to.”
Obsidian eyes widened and he raised up to his elbow. “Who is Mark?”
“My brother,” he answered in a sleepy voice.
Wufei sucked in a breath and looked down to see equally wide sapphire eyes gazing at Duo. Heero licked his lips. “What's your name?”
Duo rolled to his side. “Michael.”
Heero and Wufei sat up quickly and Duo almost fell out of the bed. “What the hell?”
“What were you dreaming about?”
He frowned. “I don't know. I never remember my dreams. Why?”
“Because you said your name was Michael and that you had a brother named Mark,” Wufei answered.
Violet eyes widened and he wracked his brain, trying to remember some fraction of the dream. He shook his head. “Did I say anything else?”
“You were apologizing to your father for something.”
Duo dropped his eyes to the floor, trying again to recall the dream. “Nothing. I can't remember anything.”
Heero rubbed his shoulder. “But if you're dreaming about it, that means the memories are still there, just blocked.”
Duo chewed his lip and sighed. “Or my subconscious is just trying to create a family to replace the one I lost.”
Wufei mulled that over. “Possibly, but it's more likely that you are dreaming about your real family.”
“And that won't do me any good if I can't remember the dreams.”
“Perhaps a psychologist cou-”
“No.” Duo shook his head and slid from the bed. “I'm not gonna let some shrink mess with my head.” He grabbed a pair of sweat pants and slipped into them before leaving the room.
Heero and Wufei exchanged glances before pulling on pants and following him. He was moving stiffly as he put grounds in the coffee pot and turned it on.
“Are y'all hungry?” he asked as he pulled out a carton of eggs.
“Duo, what's wrong?”
He loaded the counter with onion, tomato, bacon, and mushrooms. He tossed some bacon in the microwave and began dicing onions. “I don't like shrinks.”
Wufei grabbed a knife to help dice the tomatoes and mushrooms. “I didn't know you'd ever talked to one.”
He snorted, dropping butter into a skillet to melt. “Damn social workers made me after I was sent back to the orphanage for the third time.”
“Why were you sent back?”
He sighed as he tossed the onions into the skillet. “I didn't like all the rules and routines. I was used to doing what I wanted when I wanted. The last one sent me back because I refused to let them cut my hair. Well, kinda. I said they couldn't cut it. They said it made me look gay.” He shrugged. “I told them I was and then they sent me back.”
Heero watched the pair cook. “So, the psychiatrists didn't help.”
Duo's back tensed and Wufei glanced to him, pausing the whisk in the eggs. Duo bit his lip... hard. Asking if they helped merely gave proof that Heero had seemed to believe he had needed it, and that wasn't something he liked to admit. He sighed and added the mushrooms to the sauteing onions. “Okay, so I had issues, years on the streets will do that to you, but I didn't need therapy. They violated my rights.”
“What do you mean?”
“They forced Ritalin down my throat. Sister Helen hated it, but the social worker told her if I didn't take it, they would take me. I was seventeen when the orphanage burned down and I got emancipated.”
Heero shook his head slowly. No memories before five, on the streets till he was twelve, never adopted, forced into medication, and the only home he'd ever known burned down. “Damn, Duo. I'm sorry, but if I went through everything you did, I think I'd be in a padded room right now.”
Duo snorted, taking the whisked eggs and pouring them over the sauteed mushrooms and onions. “Crap!” He opened the microwave, flipped the bacon, and started it again.
Discussion fell silent as Duo worked his miracle ability to make the perfect omelet. He grinned slightly. “The key is to never rush,” he said, sliding a fork along the edge and tilting the skillet so the uncooked eggs ran beneath the outer layer. He continued the process over all of the edges before adding the filling of crumbled bacon and tomato. He flipped it in half, let it sit for a moment, and then flipped it over. When it was done, he slid it to a plate and cut the massive omelet into three portions, covering each with shredded cheese.
“Breakfast is served.”
Heero took a bite and hummed his appreciation. “Where did you learn to cook?”
“Sister Helen.”
They ate with little talk between them until Duo pushed his plate aside and braced his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his hands. “I took antidepressants for a few years as I worked through the shit that was my life. I've been off of them for a while. I never went to formal counseling but I unloaded on a friend of mine every day. He helped me through what was definitely the hardest time in my life.”
“Who was it?”
He smiled. “Trowa. How else would a street rat end up best friends with Quatre Raberba Winner?” He shook his head slowly. “Trowa is a damn good listener, and his advice and insight is stellar”
“How'd you meet him?”
“At the bar three years ago. He met Quatre while bar tending some party; and, as Quatre likes to say, it was love at first sight.” He tilted his head to the side. “It's kinda funny how, in three years of friendship, we never bothered to find out ages.”
He took a breath. “I'm going to take a shower. I don't have to wash my hair today, so don't worry. I'll only take about twenty minutes.”
The phone rang as Duo showered and Heero grabbed the receiver. “Hello?”
“Hey, it's Quatre. Are you guys busy?”
“Not really. Why?”
“The magazine hit the stands today. I wanted to stop by and bring you a copy.”
“That's fine.”
“All right. I'll be there in about an hour.”
“Okay. See you then.” He hung up. “Quatre's coming over with the magazine the ad is in.”
Wufei sighed. “Great.”
Heero chuckled and stood. “We should get showered before Quatre gets here.”
An hour later Quatre, Duo, Heero, and Wufei were gathered in the living room, perusing the magazine article. Trowa had stopped in the lobby to talk with Treize about some party the manager hoped he could bartend. Duo whistled. “Damn, y'all are hot.”
“All of you guys are,” Quatre gushed. “My phone's been ringing off the hook all morning with people wanting to know what agency I got you from.”
“What'd you tell them?” Heero asked.
He shrugged. “That you weren't from any agency and you were exclusively mine.”
Duo leered. “That sounds kinky. Are you trying to get fresh with us?”
Normally the blond would have retorted with something on the perverted side, so they were all a little shocked when he blushed deeply and began stammering.
“Quat? What's wrong? I was just joking.”
“Oh, I know... I was just... it...”
Violet eyes narrowed. “Okay, spill.”
He released a breath, dropping his eyes to the floor. “Well, you see... you didn't shut the door.”
All frowned in confusion before Wufei's face flamed as dark as the blond's. “After the photo shoot?”
Quatre nodded.
Duo laughed. “Damn, Quatre, you really are a pervert at heart, aren't you?”
“I didn't mean to watch.”
Wufei's face darkened further and Heero idly wondered if they should check his blood pressure. “You watched us?” Wufei squeaked.
Quatre raised an eyebrow. “Seriously, who could turn away from that?” He smirked. “I didn't realize you could be so commanding.”
Wufei's jaw flapped several times before he stood, staring at Quatre with a look that had the blond quite nervous. He stood and backed away. “Now, Wufei, we can discuss this.” He took off running as Wufei neared him. The Chinese man blocked the exit and Quatre took off toward the bedroom.
Duo began laughing so hard he could barely breathe, Heero wasn't much better. After several minutes, they heard scuffling in the bedroom.
“Wufei, I really am... ack... what are you... Hey! Get off me!”
Duo and Heero rushed into the bedroom and stopped in their tracks.
Wufei was straddling the blond's waist on the bed, both wrestling for dominance. Quatre bucked beneath him, gasping as he fought to get free. The scene sent instant heat through Heero and Duo. The braided man pulled out his cell and took a picture of the pair, typing a quick text to Trowa.
'U might want 2 come save ur lover.'
“Get... off me,” Quatre panted.
“Not until you stop fighting. You had no right to watch.”
“I didn't mean to.” He pushed at Wufei's shoulders and found his hands suddenly shoved over his head. Cerulean eyes widened as he heard a click and looked up to see his wrists handcuffed to the headboard. “Why you...” He planted his feet and bucked his hips, trying to tip Wufei off of him.
Wufei put his hands to Quatre's shoulders and sat fully on him to keep him still. Cerulean eyes rolled at the sudden friction to his awakening length and he thrust his hips reflexively.
Trowa stepped into the room as Wufei's hands slid from the blond's shoulders to the mattress on either side of Quatre's head as his body responded to the stimulation. He groaned softly, rocking back against the growing erection. He opened eyes he didn't remember closing and his and Quatre's eyes flew wide, both freezing.
“Aw, don't stop now.”
They looked to the door to see three sets of very hungry eyes on them. Wufei immediately looked to Trowa, sure he was about to be all kinds of dead. Instead, he found emerald eyes raking over him in appreciation.
“As Duo said, don't let us stop you.”
Quatre took in the lustful gazes of their lovers and looked back to Wufei, who was still focused on the door. He took the Chinese man's earlobe between his teeth and nibbled at it. Obsidian eyes slid closed and he shuddered, causing his ass to wiggle over the trapped erection beneath him.
“It seems our lovers are bored with us,” he teased in a husky voice. “They're ready to pass us on. Whatever should we do?”
Wufei bit his lip and shifted his eyes to his lovers, groaning as he met heated sapphire and lust-darkened violet. He looked back down to Quatre. “What did you have in mind?”
“Take off the cuffs,” he whispered.
Wufei smirked. “No.” He rolled his hips, pulling a moan from the blond. “Tell me something, Quatre; have you ever topped anyone?”
His eyes widened. “No.”
“I hadn't either until we met Heero.” He began to rock his hips steadily, the crease of his behind sliding over Quatre's erection through their clothes. “There's nothing quite like it,” he purred.
Duo shivered at the tone. Wufei was definitely getting bolder. He could hear Trowa's slightly elevated breathing and he glanced to Heero, who was almost salivating. He returned his gaze to the bed as Wufei continued to speak.
“Don't get me wrong, I love a dick up my ass more than anything.” That sultry confession brought reactions from all in the room. The biggest was from Quatre who whimpered and tugged at the handcuffs. “But there's something phenomenal about sinking inside of tight, wet, heat.” He ground his ass on the blond and Quatre cried out.
He'd never considered topping before, but between the friction to his length and Wufei's words, he found himself desperately wanting to try it. “Oh, please.”
Wufei leaned over to nuzzle the blond's neck. “Please what?” He kissed down the fair skin as he slid his hand up to unbutton the soft silk shirt. He lapped at the exposed skin until he came to a rosy nipple, which he sucked between his lips and teased to hardness.
Quatre was practically sobbing with need and the three watching came unglued. Heero scrounged through the nightstand for lube while Trowa and Duo set to undressing the pair.
Wufei raised up as directed so Trowa could remove his shirt. “Kiss him,” Trowa whispered into the Asian's ear.
Wufei shivered and leaned over to lay a gentle kiss on the full, glossed lips, which parted in invitation. As their tongues caressed for the first time, Wufei moaned softly. Since both were used to being submissive, neither vied for control. It was passionate but gentle. Hands gripped his hips and lifted one leg as his pants were slid to his knees. They were pulled off the raised leg and it was set back to the mattress while the process was completely on the other leg.
Hands were all over them, removing their clothes and covering them with teasing touches. Trowa caught Duo and Heero's eyes, holding up the lube.
“Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” Duo answered while Heero shook his head.
He lubed up his fingers and slid one into Wufei. The Chinese man gasped and his back arched. Duo plucked the lube from the mattress. “Do you mind?”
“Turns?” Trowa asked. The braided man nodded. “Then they'll need help to last.”
Heero slid from the bed and grabbed the box from underneath it, pulling out two cock rings.
A finger pushed into Quatre and he pressed his head back into the pillows. Every once in a while, Wufei's erection would glide across his, sending his passion even higher. Both he and the Chinese man groaned as warm hands clasped adjustable cock rings around them so they couldn't cum.
When three fingers pressed into both, Quatre's hands were released from the cuffs. He draped his arms over Wufei's shoulders and tangled his hands in soft, raven locks, pulling the Asian down for another kiss. They gave over to the hands that were teasing their bodies and swallowed each other's moans as their prostates were massaged.
They flipped the kissing pair so Quatre was settle above Wufei and between his thighs. The blond looked to the others, completely out of his depth. Duo smiled softly while he coated the blond's erection. “Just push in slowly and keep watch for any signs of discomfort.”
He bit his lip as they guided his length to the tiny entrance. “I'll hurt him.”
Wufei shook his head. “You won't. Please... take me.”
Quatre held his breath and pushed in slowly. He'd never felt such tight heat around his length and a guttural groan ripped from him. He froze when Wufei cried out, only to realize it wasn't due to pain. He continued pressing in until he was fully seated and he paused, trying to even out his breathing. “Oh shit...”
Duo rubbed his back. “Are you all right?”
“He's... so tight. I've never... felt anything like it.”
“Well, you're about to feel a lot more,” Trowa whispered, slathering lube over Duo's length.
The braided man moved into position behind Quatre and pressed inside in shallow thrusts. Quatre's mouth fell open at the double stimulation and he held his breath, clenching his hands in the pillow beneath Wufei's head and kissing him.
Heero and Trowa sat to either side of the trio, enamored by the sight of them. They leaned over Quatre's back and kissed hotly, tongues warring for dominance. Duo wet his lips, soaking in the sexual tension in the room and smirking when Heero whimpered in the back of his throat, giving in to Trowa. He pulled back and began a pounding rhythm that had the two beneath him crying out in gasps and moans.
Trowa and Heero broke the kiss to watch their lovers lose themselves to passion. Trowa watched as Quatre sank in and out of Wufei. He didn't like anal, personally, so he couldn't really give Quatre the experience. He was glad they had friends they could trust who could give this to Quatre.
“I'm... not,” Duo gasped, “Gonna last... ngh... long... Y'all... oh, shit... gotta pick... who's next.” His hands clenched tightly on Quatre's pale hips as he drove almost brutally into the blond.
Trowa looked to Heero. “You can go next.”
Heero tilted his head to the side. “You sure?”
He nodded. “There's something everyone else here has had but me, and I'd like the experience.”
“And what's that?”
He was distracted from answering as Duo cried his release, thrusts becoming erratic. He slumped over Quatre, gasping for breath. Trowa ran a hand over the braided man's back as Duo slowly calmed and pulled out of Quatre. He pulled Duo to his lap and tilted his chin up to claim his lips. The other three watched as their tongues warred.
Duo clenched his hands on Trowa's shoulders putting his all into the brutal kiss. He'd sent Heero, Wufei, and Quatre to the floor with nothing but his lips and tongue, but Trowa was putting up one hell of a fight. A slick finger slid into him and he faltered, a moan ripping from him. He broke the kiss when his back hit the mattress and Trowa hovered over him. A second finger pushed in and he groaned.
“You cheated,” he accused breathlessly.
Trowa smirked. “I don't see anything wrong with exploiting a person's weakness if it brings both pleasure.” He added a third finger and stroked the bundle of nerves inside the brunette that made his back arch. After Duo was stretched, he lubed himself and entered the braided man in one smooth thrust, effectively proving himself the alpha male over all in the room.
“Damn,” Heero breathed as Duo wholly submitted to Trowa. Quatre wiggled impatiently, reminding him of where he was currently seated. He pulled back and thrust back in, wringing cries from Quatre and gasps from Wufei.
Soon the room was filled with cries of passion and the sound of wet skin sliding together. Wufei and Quatre were sure they would die soon if they didn't find release. The Chinese man tugged at his erection, but it did no good as the ring prevented him from cumming.
“Oh... oh pleeeeaaassse,” Quatre begged.
“Shiiiiit!” Duo moaned as Trowa pounded into him mercilessly, fisting his length in time with his thrusts.
Heero's back arched, orgasm overwhelming him. Hearing Heero's cry of release added to the stimulation Trowa provided, Duo tipped over the edge for the second time, shouting in ecstasy. The tight heat spasming around him brought Trowa to orgasm and he grunted softly as he emptied his seed inside of Duo. He pulled out, cupping Duo's cheek and softly laying a kiss to his panting lips.
Heero pulled out of Quatre and collapsed to the bed, completely spent. Trowa knelt behind his lover, running his hands over the pert ass before he leaned over to run his tongue up the cleft. He lapped up Duo and Heero's combined cum, humming in appreciation of the taste on his lover.
Duo shivered as he watched Trowa lick their cum from Quatre's ass. He reached over and snapped the rings open. They were rewarded with loud cries as Wufei and Quatre sobbed their release.
Wufei's back arched impossibly, tears leaking from his eyes as Quatre emptied inside of him in thick streams. Hot lips fell on the tip of his erection, milking him as his orgasm continued like it would last forever. He finally reached the end and slit his eyes open to find Trowa raising himself from his length. The tall man licked his lips and kissed Wufei gently.
Quatre slumped over Wufei's chest, gasping for breath. “Holy hell.”
“Mm,” Duo agreed. He wasn't sure he could move even if he wanted to. “We've got to do this again some time.”
“Not too often, though,” Wufei said tiredly. “Otherwise I'm sure someone would die.”
He was answered with sleepy chuckles.
******
Blue eyes were wide as they stared down at the magazine cover. The rest of the mail slipped from her fingers as she flipped to the page the article was on. There were more pictures of the models from the cover. She stared down at one in particular before racing upstairs, almost running over the maid.
“Sorry, Alice,” she called over her shoulder. “Brandon! Brandon!” She ran into her husband's office and he stood.
“What's wrong?”
“Look!” She shoved the magazine toward him.
His eyes widened and he sat heavily. “He's alive,” he said in a strangled whisper. “It has to be him.”
She nodded. “Do you know Quatre Winner?”
He shook his head. “I know of him. I met his father a long time ago. Before...”
She chewed her lip. Before the tragedy that had robbed them of two of their children. Before they'd dropped out of society. Before their lives had turned to little more than just existing.
“We have to go to this,” Brandon said.
“It's exclusive, by invitation only.”
“I'll get us invited.” He turned and started making phone calls.
She left the office and moved down the hall. She put her hand to one of two doors that remained shut. After taking a slow breath, she pushed in and gazed around the room. Airplanes hung from the ceiling in one corner and posters of baseball players lined the walls. She sat on the bed and grabbed the teddy bear that rested against the pillow, holding it to her chest.
She lifted a picture frame from the nightstand and swallowed past the lump in her throat. It had been taken at his fourth birthday party. His brother and sister on either side of him.
“Please,” she whispered. “Let it be Michael.”
TBC...
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