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Crashed	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1216 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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“This is ridiculous,” Quatre muttered, more out of embarrassment than anything else. Duo had showed up at his apartment, blindfolded him, led him to Lord knew where, and pulled him into a building. For all he knew they were surrounded by people.
Duo grinned and positioned the blond. “All right, you ready?”
“I guess.” The blindfold slipped off and he was presented with a large painting of himself sleeping. He and the bed were washed in pale light and the red satin sheet was positioned so his legs, arms, and chests were exposed. It gave him an ethereal look. It was breathtaking.
He covered his lips. “Oh.” He'd seen many of Duo's paintings, but his lover had never done one of him that he'd been aware of. He turned slowly, realizing all the paintings on the wall of the small gallery were Duo's. He looked to his lover.
“She begged me to show here exclusively. Everything is for sell, well, except for that one.” He pointed to the painting of Quatre.
The blond shook his head. “Why this gallery? You turned down all the large scale galleries that begged for your work. So why choose this one? It's smaller.”
He nodded. “That's why. It has a homey feel to it. A lot of galleries are snobbish and I don't feel comfortable in them. Dana said she couldn't care less how I look at the opening.” He grinned. “She thought I was refreshing.”
Quatre smiled. “When is the opening?”
“Tonight. I was gonna wait to show you then, but I was too excited.”
Quatre smiled. “I'm glad you showed me early.”
Duo looked to his watch. “I guess we need to get back. I want to go car shopping with Wufei and Trowa. Well, browsing, at least. If I sell at least three of these tonight I'll have enough for a car.”
Quatre took one last look at the picture of himself before following Duo from the gallery. “Um, is that from reality or did you just paint me like that?”
Duo got in the passenger seat of Quatre's car and waited for him to get in before answering. “Reality. I've got the picture in my room to prove it.”
Quatre quirked an eyebrow at Duo. “Is it a habit of your to take pictures of me while I'm sleeping?”
He scratched the tip of his nose. “Uh, yeah, actually. I've got a drawer full.”
He shook his head, chuckling softly. “Are we meeting them at the dorms or dealership?”
“Dealership.”
Quatre nodded. A few minutes into the drive he glanced to Duo. “My Father called this morning.”
“And how is that different from every other Saturday?”
“New Year's was discussed.”
Duo's eyes lit up. He'd been subjected to his first Winner's New Year's party the year before. At first he was leery of the function, believing it would be one of those stuffy, rich people parties. He had been dead wrong.
The party was a blast. Only friends and family were invited, but with Quatre's multitude of sisters, there was more than a hundred people there. Loud music, dancing, and a fireworks show at midnight. And, much to Duo's delight, Mr Winner had simply accepted him. No speeches about being good to his son or taking care of him.
He frowned slightly. “Quatre, why did your dad just accept me? I mean, most parents wouldn't like their kids bringing home grunge guys.”
The blond laughed softly. “Because he trusts my taste in men. You look all rough and tumble, but the fact is, at the core, you're a softie.”
Duo grunted. “I am not.”
Quatre laughed as they pulled into the dealership. He parked next to Trowa's SUV and found the couple still inside. Duo smirked and almost knocked on the window, but Quatre grabbed his hand. “If you startle him, it could hurt his ribs.”
“Oh yeah.”
Their voices were enough to get the attention of the kissing couple and Wufei climbed out of the car with a his normal blush, although it wasn't as bright as it had once been.
“So,” Duo said, “what kind of car are you looking for?”
Wufei sighed. “The most I can spend is thirty. So nothing fancy.”
Duo felt bad for the small Asian. The car Duo had lost had been all right, but it was only a means to get from one place to another. It wasn't anything special like the Jaguar had been. They moved through the lot, Wufei looking at each car dispassionately. Trowa put an arm gently around his waist.
“Don't look at this as trying to find a replacement for the Jag. It's a fresh start. The first token of breaking free from your old man.”
Wufei nodded and looked over the cars with a different perspective. He wouldn't have minded a Mustang, but the insurance would be sky high. He pulled his coat tighter as a cold breeze swept through the lot. “I hate winter.”
Duo pulled off his scarf and wrapped it around Wufei's neck, ignoring the smirk and whispered 'softie' from his lover. Wufei smiled.
“Thanks.”
“Not a problem.”
Wufei paused next to a 2010 Fusion. It was gunmetal gray, leather seats, and came with Sirius Satellite radio. He moved around it and glanced to Trowa. “What do you think?”
“It's nice.”
Wufei nodded. “And well within my price range.”
“Would you like to take it for a test drive?”
They turned as a saleswoman neared. “Yes, please.”
Duo and Quatre went to look at the used cars in the back of the lot while they took the drive. “How much do you have saved up?”
“Almost twenty thousand, but part of that goes to tuition not covered by grants and scholarships. So I can really only spend about fifteen. Selling the paintings will get me more leeway.”
Quatre nodded. “What are you looking for?”
He shook his head and lit a cigarette. “Not sure. Maybe I should get a bike like Heero's.”
“You need a car before you get a motorcycle.”
He sighed. “I know.” They looked around, but Duo didn't find anything he liked. They went inside to get out of the cold and found Wufei filling out paperwork. Keys were handed over and the car was brought around.
“You happy with it, Fei?”
He nodded. “It isn't the Jag, but it's mine.”
Trowa smiled and kissed his temple before looking to Duo. “Find anything you want?”
He shook his head. “No, I'll check out some other dealers. You guys coming tonight?”
“To what?”
“I have a showing.”
Wufei frowned. “A showing?”
“Yeah, as in paintings. I don't know if you like that kind of stuff, but that's kinda my thing.”
Wufei brightened. “I didn't know you were an artist.”
“Yeah,” Quatre said with a laugh, “everyone in our group has talent but me.”
Duo threw an arm around him. “That's not true. You have tons of talent.” He looked to the other couple. “He plays the violin and piano.”
Trowa looked to the blond. “Really? Why aren't you in any music classes?”
He shrugged. “It's just a hobby. If I tried it professionally, it would become a job and I'd lose the joy of it.”
“I don't think it could ever become just a job for me.”
Quatre smiled. “That's because it's what you're meant to do. Oh, what are you guys planning for Christmas break?”
Wufei shook his head. “We haven't planned anything, yet.”
“Good. Come spend it with us at my chalet in the mountains, and we'll have a New Year's party at my fathers.”
Wufei looked to Trowa who nodded. “Sounds good to me.”
******
“Please.”
“No.”
“Oh, come on, it's not like I'm asking you to donate a kidney.”
“No.”
“But I went through all the trouble to buy it.”
“That's not my problem.”
Zechs pursed his lips. “Why are you being so stubborn? It'll look good on you.”
He turned from his computer to fully look at the shirt in Zechs' hands. It was a deep red, soft cotton turtle neck. He took the shirt and sighed. “I'll try it on, but I'm not promising to where it anywhere.”
Zechs smiled and sat on the edge of the bed as Heero stripped off his T-shirt and pulled on the turtle neck. The clingy material of the soft cotton outlined his muscles perfectly. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and Zechs stood behind him while he adjusted the neck.
“It looks good on you.”
Heero grunted noncommittally. Truth was, it did look good and there was no point in spouting a lie neither believed. Zechs wrapped his arms around his waist. “You should wear it to the showing.”
Heero met his gaze in the mirror. “Should I take out my piercings, too?” he asked sarcastically.
Zechs smirked and ran his fingertips over the nipple rings easily seen through the material. “No. So, what do you think?”
He released a breath and looked back to his reflection. “All right. I'll wear it.” He tilted his head to the side. “Think I should get my eyebrow pierced?”
He grimaced. “It'd be a shame to put holes in a handsome face like yours.”
Heero snorted but didn't say anything as Zechs lay his chin on his shoulder. He cut his eyes to the side. “We need to leave soon or we'll be late.”
Zechs nodded and pulled away. “Is he really good?”
“Yeah.” He grabbed his wallet and tucked it into his back pocket. “But then, he's my best friend so I'm kind of biased.”
He pulled on his coat and paused a moment before pulling a set of keys out of his desk. “I'm driving.”
Zechs raised an eyebrow. “It's freezing and you want to take the motorcycle?”
He smirked. “No.” Zechs pulled on his own coat and followed Heero outside to the back of the dorms where students could pay extra for a garage. Heero lifted on to reveal a classic, cherry red Mustang. Zechs looked to him.
“Why didn't you tell me you had a Mustang?”
He ran his hand over the convertible top. “I've never driven it. It was my mother's. A friend of mine comes and takes it for a drive once a week to make sure it stays in good condition.”
Zechs studied his lover's profile as it held a hint of pain. It quickly faded and Heero looked to the blond. “I guess it's time to move on.”
Zechs nodded and climbed in the car. As they left the school, he noticed an edge of paper sticking out of the glove box. He pulled out the envelop and Heero glanced over to see his name written on it.
“What's it say?”
Zechs pulled the letter out and unfolded it. “It says: 'I know our last meeting didn't go very well. I want you to understand that I wasn't trying to pry, I was just concerned. You and Dana were my family and I hated to see how far you had fallen.
“'Duo called and told me you were now clean and in a steady, healthy relationship. I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that. When you feel you're ready, please call me. I'd like to meet your friend, too. I'm so proud of you, Heero.'” He looked to Heero. “It isn't sighed.”
He shook his head. “She didn't have to sign it. She's an old friend of the family. Went to high school with my parents and was my mom's manager.” He sighed. “I treated her like total shit because she wanted me to dump Solo.”
“She knew you were together?”
He nodded. “She caught us making out.” He pulled into a gas station. “I need some cigarettes. Want anything?”
“No thank you.”
Heero moved into the store and got in line, waiting patiently as the obviously new cashier couldn't seem to tell the difference between Winstons and Dorals. The man leaned over the counter and pointed, she jumped back as if he was going to throttle her.
“Heero!”
He tensed and turned slowly. “Derrick.”
“Where ya been, man? Did you find someone new?” He leaned close to whisper. “Some ex came into town last night. These pills are fuckin' awesome. I'll sell you a couple for half price is you'll come back to me.”
Heero stared at him, heart pounding in his chest. He shook his head slowly and forced his feet to back away.
“Heero?”
He swallowed. “I quit,” he managed in a strangled voice before turning and all but running out of the store. He fell in the driver's seat, hands shaking as he gripped the wheel. Zechs put a hand over his.
“What's wrong?”
“For a moment... I actually considered it,” he whispered.
Zechs frowned in confusion. “Considered what?”
“Derrick's in there. Said he had some awesome pills.”
He took a breath. “And?”
He bit the inside of his cheek, releasing a shaky, humorless laugh. “I ran like hell.”
Zechs smiled. “Then you did the right thing.”
“I was tempted.”
“You're a recovering addict, of course you were tempted. The important thing is that you turned it down. You walked away.”
“Yeah, and I forgot my smokes.”
He rubbed Heero's back. “You calm down and I'll run in and get them for you.”
“Thanks.”
Zechs stepped into the gas station and a man crossed to him. “You this semester's fling?”
He raised an eyebrow. “No, I'm his lover. I take it you're Derrick?”
He nodded. “I didn't know. I never would have offered him pills if I had.”
He stepped up to the counter. “Marlboro red in a box.” He glanced back to the dealer. “I know, that's why I'm not mad at you and I'm proud of him.” He handed over the money and took the pack.
“You're lucky, he's a good guy.”
Zechs smiled softly. “You have no idea.” He returned to the car and handed the cigarettes over. “Thanks.”
They reached the gallery and found Duo to the side of the building, smoking a cigarette and talking to Quatre, Wufei, and Trowa. He was leaning against the wall and, although the other three were dressed a little more formally, Duo wore his normal black jeans, black muscle shirt, fingerless gloves and leather jacket.
Heero and Zechs crossed to them and Duo glanced over. “Hey.”
Heero frowned at the lack of jab to the fact he was wearing color. “Nervous?”
He gave him a sheepish smile. “It's one thing to sell stuff out of the school, it's another to actually have a showing in a gallery.” He shrugged. “I just hope it doesn't bomb.”
Quatre shook his head. “You're a great artist, Duo.”
The side door opened and Dana leaned out. “We're ready for the unveiling.”
He stubbed his cigarette out and dropped the butt into the trash can, following her inside. As she entered the show room, he hung back and let all the eyes follow her to the podium on the far wall before moving into the room and standing behind them.
Quatre stayed back and Duo frowned. “Aren't you coming?”
“In a minute. I want you to hear what they say without them knowing you're the artist. That way you won't doubt what they're saying.”
Duo frowned slightly. “Why would it matter if you're with me?”
He rolled his eyes. “Because of that portrait.”
He nodded slowly and looked to Dana as she began speaking to the rather large crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for coming out tonight. The artist we are honored to present was sought out by much larger scale galleries than my own, but thank goodness he declined.” Soft chuckls filled the room. “It is my pleasure to present to you the first official works of Duo Maxwell.”
The sheets were removed and Duo held his breath as the potential buyers began examining his paintings. Heero pushed his shoulders and they milled about so he could hear their responses.
“Very sensual work,” a woman mused.
The man beside her, presumably her husband, nodded. “He has a phenomenal grasp of the human anatomy and his shading is perfect.”
She smirked softly. “Do you think it's his lover?”
“More than likely, especially considering it's not for sale.”
They continued moving through the room and Duo was grinning from ear to ear when he returned to Quatre. “They like my work.”
He smiled. “I told you they would.” He pulled Duo back into the room. “I didn't get a good look this morning.”
Duo watched his lover as he looked over his work. Quatre had seen quite a bit of his paintings in their time together, but he hadn't seen any of these.
“Oh, you're the model.”
Quatre looked to a man to the side and smirked as he quirked an eyebrow, glancing to Duo. “Unintentionally.”
He shrugged. “I couldn't help myself.”
The man laughed softly and extended his hand. “Duo Maxwell?”
He nodded and took the offered hand. “Yes, I am. How can I help you?”
“Well, would you be willing to do a portrait for me? It doesn't have to be as big as the one of your lover, maybe an 11x13. I'd like to give it to my wife for our anniversary.”
Duo stared at him. A commission? He was speechless.
“I'm willing to pay seven hundred for it.”
“Seven hundred!”
He held up his hands. “If that's not enough I can pay a thousand,” he amended, mistaking Duo's outburst.
Quatre smiled. “When would you need it by?”
“Next June.”
“He'd love to.”
He grinned. “Thank you so much.”
Duo shook off his shock and nodded. “No, thank you.”
Dana pulled Duo away a moment later to discuss several other possible sells. Quatre moved to Wufei, Trowa, Zechs, and Heero who were at his portrait. He looked up to it and suddenly felt self-conscious. It was quite provocative. He felt a small flush come to his face as a woman looked from the portrait to him and quirked an eyebrow, smirking slightly.
“Bet they all think I'm bottom,” he grumbled.
Wufei frowned. “Is there something wrong with that?” They all looked at him with surprise and he blushed slightly. “What I mean is, if you care for someone, and you bring... pleasure to them, does it matter how you accomplish it? Shouldn't you want to please the one you're with?” He bit his lip as they stared at him. “Am I wrong?”
Quatre shook his head. “No, Wufei, you're right. I just never really thought about it.” He glanced to Duo. “It just irks me because people look at me most of the time and automatically assume I'm bottom, but I don't enjoy anal.”
Wufei tilted his head to the side. “Then I feel really bad for you.” It came out before he really thought about what he was saying and slapped a hand to his mouth as the others howled with laughter. He buried his face in Trowa's chest, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him. Long arms wrapped around him as Trowa's chest rumbled with mirth.
“It's all right. I'm glad you enjoy it.”
“What's so funny?”
“Nothing!” Wufei shouted, but it only made the others laugh harder and drew more attention to him.
Duo smirked as he looked at the Chinese man. “This has to be good if it makes you blush like that.”
TBC....
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