Healing Duo

“ Quatre, why are we not going with you? Surely if we all went it would help persuade Duo…” Trowa asks for what has to be the tenth time. The exasperated blond finishes folding a pair of pants that are to be packed away with the rest of his clothes. Not sure how long the stay would have to be he was trying to pack the bare necessities. But with his lover scrambling all over him asking the same questions over and over he was starting to get frustrated and forgetting what he had already done and still needed to do. Whirling around he catches the older boy by surprise. The blond reaches up and pulls the stunned youth to his lips, kissing him with as much passion as he can muster in his over-frazzled condition. Upon letting him go the young Arabian turns back around to take stock of what is already done.
“ Trowa, we’ve already talked about this. If Duo really is trying to avoid us, do you think he will appreciate all four of us, well Zechs included now that he’s with Wufei; to barge into his life and demand to know what’s going on? I’m going because you’re still getting over pneumonia, Heero will be of no use; he can’t even imagine what to say if the boy came willingly. And could you picture sending Wufei? Oh god, Zechs would have his hands full trying to keep them from each other’s throats!”
“ Why don’t we both go my love? You could take care of me.” Trowa purrs in the other boy’s ear. Wrapping his long arms around the prone figure, he presses him against his chest to settle his arousal that had grown from Quatre’s kiss, against the blonde’s tight ass. The Arabian lets a light blue shirt fall back into the bed and groans.
“ Mmm, because we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands to ourselves long enough to find out what’s wrong. Duo has never seen us together, he might not even react well and that’s not what needs to be dealt with first. First, we need to get him here and then we can try. OK? Plus, one of us needs to stay with Heero, he’s much too over-stressed.” Quatre groans as Trowa runs his hands down his lover’s slim chest, playing with nipples through the thin shirt as Quatre attempts to continue. “ You were always better friends with Heero and I with Duo.”
“ Alright, you make excellent points as always, but I have a few of my own.” He teases, grinding his erection forcefully. “ And since we won’t be seeing each other for a while, what would you like to do about it?” Quatre moans helplessly as one of Trowa’s hands skips lightly over his trapped arousal. But before the blond can answer a sharp rap comes through the door breaking the spell. The two boys step apart with practiced ease.
“ Master Quatre the car with be ready to leave in fifteen minutes.” Smoothing his hair back the blond takes a deep, shuttering breath.
“ Thank you Rashid, I’ll be down in ten. Please make sure the driver on L2 will be ready by the time my shuttle arrives.”
“ Very well Master Quatre.” Both boys listen as the bear of a man’s heavy steps retreat. Before Trowa has time to speak, or even time to breath he finds his belt undone and his pants and underwear around his thighs. He finally gets over the shock enough to choke out a sentence. Well, part of a sentence…
“ Quatre, what are you…gods!” His breath is once again stolen as his length is consumed in one hot rapid motion. Throwing his head back and groaning, it is all the standing youth can do not to buck as hard as he can into that sinful sucking mouth. He settles for burying one hand in the silken strands of his lover’s hair, the other grasping at the boy’s shoulder to keep from falling down.
After squeezing Trowa’s hardness deep in his throat for a few moments, Quatre finally pulls back enough to breath before setting a quick pace to bring the green eyed youth to climax quickly. Cradling Trowa’s heavy balls in one hand, a finger probing to touch lightly at the hidden entrance, he moves his lips over and around the head. All too soon Trowa can feel his passion uncurling in his stomach and pulsing at the base of his cock as his kneeling angel brings him to climax. Giving one last agonizing groan that has Quatre’s arousal twitching in sympathy, Trowa lets his release pulse into the boy’s waiting mouth. Quatre moves with the tall boy’s shuddering hips, ridding his lover’s waves of pleasure.
After sucking up the last precious drop, Quatre delicately puts Trowa’s softening cock back into place, redoing the buttons. Standing on steady feet he reaches up and kisses his still glowing lover, letting him taste the metallic saltiness on his tongue.
“ Come see me off?” He asks with mock innocence. Trowa can’t help the slight smirk that quirks the corners of his mouth. Pure, angelic Quatre with one of the biggest Hentaii minds, Heero would say.
“ That’s not fair you know. We have no time for me to return the pleasure.” Rubbing his face against the smaller boy’s neck he can feel his lover’s arousal pressing against his thigh.
“ Well, you’ll just have to think of a few things to make up for that when I get home, won’t you?” Giving Trowa his own smirk Quatre finishes packing and leads his lover out of the bedroom carrying his last piece of luggage.

Standing at the front door of the mansion, watching the limo pass through the gates and around the bend, Trowa quietly contemplates whether or not to tell Heero the truth of Quatre’s disappearance or the lie they had worked out earlier that day. He really didn’t think Heero deserved a lie, not after everything they had been through together but neither could he tell him where Quatre was going and put more stress on the already close to the edge ex-pilot. What if things didn’t get worked out? It may be better if Heero didn’t know there was a chance at all. Never changing facial features the long banged boy nods politely to Rashid and proceeds inside. Stopping at the foot of the stairs he mentally maps out Heero’s reaction in either case.
Relena had whole-heartedly agreed to be in on what they were planning. The former Queen was so much different than during the Wars. She seemed to have grown into the woman she was meant to be, leaving her childhood obsessions behind, which included Heero. Only Quatre and himself knew the truth behind the reason Heero was not at the top of her groom-to-be list, actually no one was on that list. Unless Dorothy decided to get a sex change. Smiling to himself at his own joke about the Vice Foreign Minister and her lover, Trowa ascends the marble staircase towards Heero’s bedroom.

Heero sits at his computer, once more trying with nimble fingers and a racing mind to find anything about Duo’s whereabouts in the past three years, eleven months, and twenty-six days. God had it been so long? It seems only yesterday that they were constantly sharing a room at one of the many safe houses or school dormitories during a mission. From his peripheral vision Heero can almost see the ghost figure of Duo bouncing around to some obscene song that would have made the Perfect Soldier blush (if he wasn’t just that), being as annoying as possible. And somehow, through all the death threats and brush offs and thousands of ‘Hn, baka’ s, Duo had managed to open the stoic pilot up and make him realize there was so much more to life than the wars, his training and being a killer. Of course, he hadn’t realized this change in himself until Duo was gone and then…he had been too much of a coward in the face of his roiling emotions to try and find the boy he owed his future to.
All he had gathered so far in his endless searching and hacking for any information about the beautiful boy, was that he was working through the salvage yard with Hilde, but on private contracts that were on no files anywhere and that was it. No home address, no medical files, nothing else but his very scarce employment records. Not that Heero really expected to find anything, not if Duo really didn’t want to be found.
Heero had gotten so wrapped up in his music in the past year, recording his first CD; he had little time for anything else. He almost chuckles as he thinks ‘The once great destroyer, now turned creator’. On the heels of that thought though is… ‘that’s something Duo would say’. He had thought for some time Duo might just come back on his own with a big grin and a choice few words, but that didn’t seem likely now. Sighing to himself, the chocolate haired boy logs off the internet and opens the file his heart had been aching to. Everyday he tried to ignore it and everyday he went right back to it. His only link back to those amethyst eyes, that amber braid, that cheeky smile that had invaded his life without second thought and forced open a floodgate of emotion when Shinigami had left. Piercingly raw feelings Heero had never felt before which were the basis of most of his songs.
Sometime after the end of the Wars Quatre had acquired an obsession with photography. But not just any pictures, ones when the pilots thought no one else was watching. The little blond had given a disc to Heero after New Years containing pictures he’d taken at his 19th birthday slash anniversary party for him and Trowa. Along with regular prints of the cake and people dancing and grinning there was a separate folder titled ‘ Here we are’. The party had been the last time all the pilots had been together. Now he looks at each clip’s file code, still in the same order as when he’d opened them the first time. Only five pictures, one of each of them.
The first file to click open is of course of Quatre. Heero smiles as he brings up the angelic blond smirking like the devil could care, looking right into the camera lens. An opening act for what is to come. The second clip is of Trowa dressed in his usual pair of tight black jeans and green turtleneck. A little girl dressed in yards of pale green silk, her red hair done up in loose ribbons of sky blue clutches at Trowa’s hands, her little feet resting atop the bigger boy’s black dress shoes as they dance around the floor. Trowa’s face holds an unpracticed grin, but the girl doesn’t seem to mind the uneasy look as she beams up at him with adoring eyes. Who knew Mariemaia could be so beautiful once she was cleansed of all the propaganda that had been force-fed to her since birth?
“ I was actually nervous as hell. Who knew such a small girl could chill the heart of a Gundam Pilot?” Heero whirls around in his computer chair to face his friend who is now wearing a sad sort of smile. Heero shoots him his own smirk and turns back to the screen.
“ Yes, it does look like you’re about to run screaming…but it was a good gesture. I didn’t think anybody outside of Duo would have had the balls to try anything like that.” Pulling up a chair the taller youth settles down next to the ex pilot of Wing Zero.
“ If I remember correctly she asked me to dance.”
“ Hn.” Clicking on the next clip brings up a picture of Wufei and Zechs, with their front’s to the camera. No one knew why and no one---save maybe Quatre---knew how and Zechs wouldn’t tell them what he’d said. The Chinese pilot makes an impressive figure in his traditional clan robes standing next and slightly in front of an equally incredible Zechs Marquise, who was wearing black dress pants and a rose color dinner jacket with a white button-up silk shirt. Zechs is leaning down to whisper into the younger man’s ear, wearing an expression of innocence to war with Quatre’s, while Wufei is desperately trying to stem the flow of blood from his nose before it hit his white clothes. His eyes wide and mouth open in shock.
“ I remember they left right after that incident.” Trowa remarks. Since that night the two of them had been inseparable, almost nauseatingly so.
“ And I remember you and Quatre left not too long after that.” Heero retorts, feeling a stab of pain clench his stomach realizing that one of the last things Duo had said to him was to bring up that fact. Trowa sees the wince on his friend’s face and sits for a moment staring at Heero’s profile, then thinks better of answering, merely turning back to the screen.
The next picture is of Heero, wearing a cobalt blue shirt with it’s first two buttons open, stretching down over a pair of hugging black jeans. Trowa feels his body give a shudder of arousal, wondering yet again what Heero would look like under those pants. He loved Quatre to death, but they both agreed that Heero was damn sexy. In the picture Heero’s face is at its usual state of impassiveness, as was the rest of his body leaning against the wall with his arms crossed on his chest. It is his eyes that makes the picture. Adverted slightly to the camera’s right they are narrowed with what could only be described as pure, lustful hunger. So intense is the stare Trowa is still surprised the camera hadn’t spontaneously combusted from the effort of capturing it. Trowa tells this to Heero, whose cheeks redden in embarrassment.
“ I’ve often wondered since Quatre showed me this picture, what made you look like a starving man eyeing a piece of the juiciest meat on the market.” At this Heero ducks his head into his chest. Trowa watches him in amusement.
“ Duo had just…it was later into the party…he had had a lot to drink and when I looked up from where I was he had…taken down his braid.” Trowa just stares at the once emotionless soldier, whose eyes use to reflect…well, nothing. To think something as simple as Duo with his hair unraveled could bring such a look into the perfect soldiers eyes. Trowa smirks as he thinks of what looking at the rest of the gorgeous boy would do to him now. Now that Heero had accepted himself and could take Duo’s shameless flirting in stride and maybe have a few comebacks of his own. But his smirk is banished as he watches the curser move to click the last and final picture to open. He looks on with far amounts of trepidation as Duo’s face fills the screen.
Neither knew why Quatre had taken the picture, in fact the blond himself had not been too sure. He simply said it was one of the most heartbreaking moments of his life and he’d taken the photograph through his tears before he could stop himself. The picture was taken from the back lawn focused fully on an open first-story window, right as the sun peaked over the mountains behind the photographer. Quatre said he had originally gone outside to take pictures of the rising sun, but had found a far better use for his film.
Duo sat perched on the window bench, his face turned towards the sun. The golden highlights of his hair are on fire with the first rays of morning, making it seem as if he is surrounded by a dusty golden halo. His brilliant amethyst eyes shine with tears dripping down his beautiful heart shaped face. It feels almost blasphemous that one so full of life should even shed tears, but there they were. His face is twisted into unimaginable pain as if his heart had been torn out and splattered against the wall.
None of the pilots could remember Duo ever crying and upon seeing this picture there was nothing to say. Each might have had a theory, but none were ever voiced aloud. It wasn’t something they talked about and though they all had longed to ask Duo, no one had even made a move to contact him before now. Maybe it was because of this picture and the fact no one saw Duo after this picture had been taken. ‘ I mean, Duo wouldn’t have left if he needed any of us…or me, right?’ But Heero knows there is no use hiding it anymore, he hadn’t searched for Duo because he didn’t want to cause the beautiful boy any more pain than he seemed to be suffering. It looked like Duo had too many problems to try and help the emotionally distraught Heero Yuy. So he had stayed away, but had he stayed away too long?
Both boys are silent with their thoughts, each staring helplessly into the deep pools of the boy’s eyes. They hold such feeling, such passion it was almost too brilliant to be real. Almost. Heero feels a hand on his shoulder, a light weight, but a comfort still. He turns to Trowa, whose eyes are suspiciously bright in the glow from the computer screen and is embarrassed further by the blurry state of his own.
“ Quatre has gone to ask Relena personally to join the festivities. He’s not sure when he’ll be back, but it shouldn’t take more than three or four days.” As Heero shakes his head with a grim smile Trowa knows he had made the right choice. At the moment, with Duo obviously heavy on the other youth’s mind, what other choice could he have made?
“ As if your boyfriend wearing pink isn’t bad enough.” Heero snorts. Trowa looks at him with mock shock, which results in laughter breaking the somber tension in the air.