Quatre Winner\'s Diary

Part thirty! I can\'t believe I written thirty parts already. Just a couple warnings before we start this.
Tangelo [1] warning!

Also, this is really, really long. Really long, but I hope it’s worth it. I think it is, but I’m biased.

This is the second version of the day after V-day. I lost the first, and it’s been a long journey to get it back. It’s different, but it works better into the overlying plot. Oh and thank you Kits for Cary and Deborah. It’s just too cute.


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Febuary: The Truth Comes Out

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Friday, Feb. 15th
11:11 am

Relena and I had just settled down to eat our breakfast for the “unlovables” when Duo came waltzing into my apartment. Yes, he was literally waltzing, his braid flapping around behind him, with the most self-satisfied smirk on his face. He didn’t have the slightest trace of a bruise or look like he was at all sore. Coupled with the faint glow, it didn’t bode well over the situation.

After flitting his way through my living room, he flopped himself in the chair next to Lena and just kept on grinning.

“Good morning Duo,” I said, knowing exactly why he was looking like a lovesick teenie-bopper.

“Hi,” he giggled. It was creepy. What was creepier was that Relena was excited about his afterglow.

“Oh my God, let me guess,” she started. “You met the man of your dreams last night and he screwed you silly until dawn. Right.” And the smile dropped. Duo’s did at least. I didn’t want to hear the rest of this.

“Princess,” he said taking her hand in his, looking dead serious. “I’ve got something to tell you.”

“Heero’s gay and infatuated with you.” I’m not sure who was more shocked by the statement, me or Duo.

“Um…yeah. How did you know?”

“Dorothy told me at the party. Listen, I know my luck with men. It was only a matter of time before he came out, or got another girlfriend. And if he can make you float on air, all the better for you. I hope you two will be very happy together. Just let me see you kiss sometime, okay? That has to be one of the more beautiful sights in this world.”

“But you’re not mad?”

“You know, I should be, but I’m not. I’m actually kind of relieved and happy for you. So, was he good in bed?”

“Um…yeah.” I could tell Duo was creeped out and confused. I know I was.

“Good, maybe he can sate that voracious sexual appetite of yours. Speaking of appetites, I just realized that I’m not very hungry. I’m actually feeling gunky, and I kind of want to go home and get a shower. Thank you for breakfast, Quatre, but I think I should be getting home.”

Being a gentleman, I got up and walked her to the door. No matter how many times she tells me that I don’t have to, I like doing it. Besides, I wanted to talk to her.

“Are you really okay?” I asked as I helped her put her coat on.

“Yes. I’m a little upset that you three didn’t think I could handle the truth. Dorothy knew I could. Why do you think I even thought of giving him a valentine? Duo needed an excuse to go over there.”

“Then why did you cry last night?”

“Let’s just say I was finally giving on my first love.” Okay, that was weird.

“You were in love with Heero?” I couldn’t believe that.

“Did I say that?” She looked wistfully back at the kitchen. Oh my god, she was in love with Duo all these years! “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Please don’t tell him, okay. You go enjoy breakfast, and get all the torrid details that I know you’re dying to find out.”

“Call me when you get home?”

“Yes mother. You know Q; I have a big brother already who does a fairly good job. I don’t really need any more help.”

“I know.” I also knew her. She was going to go home, draw up a nice bath, and cry herself hoarse. She may pretend to be strong, but emotionally…well that was a different story.

“I’ll call. You can’t get rid of your fag hag that easily.” With that, she shut the door.

“Duo Maxwell, do you think you could be anymore insensitive?” I was a little mad, and storming back to the kitchen. “She’s your friend, you could have been a little more civilized about that. But no, you just have to waltz in here, basking in your afterglow of what I suspect is great sex, and make her feel uncomfortable.” I never expected to get this far into the rant, so I didn’t know what else to say. Duo was being quiet. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“That was weird.”

“Yes it was.” I sat back in my seat.

“You know, last night I had incredible sex with an amazing man who\'s in love with me. Me? And this whole morning all I could think about was how Lena was going to react. I expected her to be pissed at me. Or at least cry a little, but she was…cool about it. It\'s kind creepy.”

“Well she isn’t stupid Duo.”

“I never said she was, but still…she didn’t show any signs that she noticed. Never once. And you’d think she’d say something.”

I gave him an incredulous look. “You three aren’t well known for stating obvious truths.” Yeah six years before they told me I was gay. You’d think after two they would have gotten impatient. Duo looked really contemplative for a couple more seconds, before I got impatient. “So are you going to tell me all the unholy details about last night or should I just call Dorothy to get them?”

“Nah, give her a couple days. I know she wasn’t his first stop.”

“Duo stop teasing me!”

“But it’s so fun.” I gave him a really dirty look, the one he always calls cute. “’Kay Q, simmer. So I went over there pissed off, right?”

“Yeah?”

“And the second he opened his door I started in on him, telling him what I really thought about his treatment of Lena. It was about the second punch and third ‘fucking jerk’ when he pinned me to the wall with this amazing kiss. I think my knees gave out, so basically it shut me up good. Hell, I don’t think I had a thought process at that point. Then he said, and I swear to you this is word for word, ‘Truthfully, I don’t want a rich girl who’s lived a privileged life. I don’t need someone to follow me everywhere fawning. What I want is someone crazy enough to storm into an almost perfect stranger’s apartment ranting an railing because someone hurt their friend. I want someone pigheaded and stubborn enough to continue an argument even when it\'s a lost cause. I want someone who thinks that no one can possible love them, when it obvious that almost everyone around them does. I want someone who falls in love with puppies at first sight, who likes daises and dandelions because they smile, and who talks more then should be humanly possible. I want someone with impossibly long and beautiful hair, enchanting eyes of some indistinguishable color I can get lost in, sensual lips, and rich baritone voice that send shivers down my spine.\'\"

\"Wow.\"

\"Yeah, that\'s what I thought, only my mouth works faster then my brain and when he finished I looked at him, and said, \'I don\'t know if we can find you a girl like that Heero.\' I knew I was being cheeky, but I don\'t think he did, cause he kind did this sexy growl and tried to push me through the wall with his mouth and groin. My god, he was hard, and it felt so good having him grind into me. I think it was about then that my brain stopped trying to resist him.

“But here’s the really good part. So, somewhere in the process of trying to merge my molecules into the wall, he hitched my legs up around his waist. At least, I think it was him, ‘cause to tell you the truth I didn’t know my name by that point. So, my legs are around Hes was waist and he one hand at the base of my skull, massaging, and God that felt good, but for lack of better explanation, we ended up on his living room floor, between the couch and coffee table. He’s just got me pinned to the floor, but he’s being really gentle about the whole thing, making sure I don’t feel trapped or anything, right, and then he just stops.”

“Uh huh?” Yes, I was reduced to grunts by this, but wouldn’t you be? Just the picture of the two of them…ah.

“And he brushed my bangs away from my face with both hands, looking in my eyes the entire time like I was some incredibly expensive painting, or something. Then he says, ‘I’ve got everything I want right here,’ while brushing his finger just above my eyebrow. Now, I gotta tell you something important. I have been touched everywhere, you know that, and I thought I knew every erogenous zone, but God damn, if that didn’t just make my entire body sing.

“Well, a really cool confession like that needs a response, so me, being Mr. Eloquence says, ‘Yeah, me too.’”

We both sat in silence for a minute, mostly because I was waiting for him to finish and he was starting into space with that same goofy smile he had when he came in. But after that minute, my curiosity got the better of me. “And…”

“Q-man, to say it was incredible wouldn’t come close to doing in justice. I wish I could write poetry, ‘cause I think that’s the only way you could describe what happened next. The best that I can do is to say, he made love to my very soul. He kissed every inch of me, twice, that was before he even contemplated taking the lube out. And, even after he was gentle, painfully gentle. But damn me to hell, if it wasn’t the most sensual and erotic night…ah…um…I gotta go to the bathroom.”

That was ten minutes ago. I haven’t heard a noise since. But, strangely enough, the thought of Duo masturbating in my bathroom doesn’t bother me that much.

Oh, the doorbell’s ringing!

12:38pm

This is so cool. So I went to the door, and standing there was some random guy holding a fish bowl! With fish! And it had the really cute red ribbon on it! And a card!

“You Quatre Winner?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Cool, sorry it’s late, but the van broke down yesterday so we couldn’t get all the deliveries done. But hell, better late then never, right?”

“I guess so.” Then he handed me the bowl and kind of half smiled.

“I hope they’re still okay.”

“I’m sure they will be.” His smile widened as he waved and walked away. So, there I stood, in the middle the hallway with a little, round fish bowl containing two, slightly iridescent fish that had their lips puckered [2].

I went back inside, closing the door, and moved back to the dining room, putting the fish on the table. That was about the time Duo decided to emerge from the bathroom.

“So, who was at the door, Q?” he asked moving to join me.

“A delivery man.”

“Really?” he asked a little too knowingly. “What’d he bring you?”

“Fish.”

“Fish!? Cool! You didn’t tell me you ordered fish.”

“I didn’t.”

“So, who they from?”

“I was just about the read the card to find out, if you’d let me.”

“Do go right ahead. Ain’t no one here stopping you.” So I opened the card, with Duo leaning over my shoulder, in full vulture mode. And there was a little message.

They’ll have to do the kissing until we can.
Happy Valentine’s Day
Trowa.

“Dude. Trowa gave you a Valentine. Cool.” I just smiled and watched my new fish swim to each other and kiss, just like Trowa wanted to kiss me. He still wants to kiss me!

“Yeah. Cool, huh?”

“Yup. So whatcha gonna name them?” This is when the reality hit.

“Duo! I don’t know how to take care of fish. I can’t even keep a plant alive, how can I take care of fish!?!” You know that’ll look incredibly good. Trowa gives me fish and then they die. He’ll never speak to me again. He’ll think that I don’t care about him enough to take care of the things he gives me. I am so screwed.

“Q, calm down. You know a vet. A vet who likes you enough to send a romantic present on Valentine\'s day, even after you turn him down for a kiss. Just call him up, and ask him what you need.”

“Should I?”

“Yes! It serves three purposes. One, you get to thank him for the gift. Two, the most important one, it’ll show him that you are interested enough in him that you want to take care of them. And three, you’ll get to talk to him again. Open the lines of communication. Maybe even get a chance to spend more time with him.”

It still sounds like a good plan, even after a second review. Now, I just have to get up the guts to call him

1:15 pm

I did it! I called him! I’m so proud. He’s glad that I liked the fish. I must admit I was more then a little panicked about caring for them. Living things don’t have the best reputation with me. I kill houseplants, even succulents. And these were things that needed food. I didn’t know what to feed them!

So he’s coming over and bringing Heero. Duo’s ecstatic. Seems Heero went over the Trowa’s to tell him about the night\'s events. From what I heard, he more than earned bragging rights. Trowa’s going to take me to the pet store, so that I have everything the fish will need. I’m so excited. I get to spend the afternoon with him!

10:25 pm

It was just Trowa and me at the pet store. Duo and Heero opted to stay behind to, cook dinner. I just hope they didn’t do anything over PG-13, but I don’t want to ask. All I know was when we got back there was no food and those two were grinning like idiots.

I never knew how interesting pet shops could be. I never had a pet before. I really didn’t have the time. But Trowa was so helpful, and really nice. He let me wander around the store looking at all the animals before we even started getting the things I needed. There were some of the cutest things there, like Chinchillas. I think if I master the fish, I’d like to get one of those. They look like a large mouse with big, round ears, and they fold up like a bunny. When I saw it, I just had to grab Trowa’s hand and drag him over there. He didn’t let go of my hand again until we got to the register. I think I was in heaven.

We got the fish, Cary and Deborah [3], a big tank, one of those air pumps, a heater, a ph strip (which Trowa said was really important because fish needed the water just right), some chemicals to balance the water, a thermometer, some colored rock (with sparkles), fake plants, a castle, a scuba guy, and of course fish food. I made sure I got the right food too. I don’t want Cary and Deborah to die on me, now do I?

When we got back with the load of supplies, Duo and Heero were just sitting on the couch, looking smug as I said before. Even stranger then they fact that their clothes were all still intact and non-rumpled looking, is Duo jumped up the help with the stuff. In fact, he ran off to the kitchen and proceeded to fill the fish tank, remaining very diligently on task, while Heero proceeded to try and embarrass Trowa. I think it was something along the lines of exactly how Trowa would like to kiss me that sent him running to the safety of my bathroom. I was just about to check on him when Duo called me over to make sure the accessories were properly placed.

About right then, I should have known those two were up to something, but I was a little flustered. Ten minutes later, I convinced Duo I was satisfied with everything and he let me go check on Trowa. And after three minutes of pleading, I was allowed admittance to my own bathroom. I have no idea why Duo picked the lock, but the next thing I know I was pushed inside and it was locked behind us, by placing a very large end table in front of the door. That was about the time that I realized we had been set up.

“They did a really poor job of setting us up,” I said, turning from the door to look into those fathomless green eyes.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, because the door locks and opens into the bathroom.”

“Ah.”

“Do you think we should tell them that?” But about that time the point became moot. I’m not sure what’s worse, being “trapped” in a bathroom with the object of your desires while your best friends are having carnal knowledge of each other in your living room, or the fact that two people are going at it in your living room, on your couch no doubt, while you’re home. Either way, the situation became very uncomfortable, and it seemed imperative that we stay right where we were.

“I think they’re too busy to care.”

“I agree.” And would love to engage in the same activities with you. Of course I didn’t add that last part. I should have, but I’m a whimp. I’ll admit that freely. “They’ll probably be busy for a while.”

“Yup.”

“So,” I said sitting myself down on the edge of my bathtub and signaling him to take a seat on the toilet, “why don’t we play a game of twenty questions?”

“Twenty questions?” He quirked an eyebrow. Did I ever mention he looks sexy when he does that? Well he does.

“Yes, I ask you twenty questions and you answer them. Then you ask me twenty and I answer them. The only rule is the complete truth.”

“Sounds fair. Fire away.”

I don’t know why he was so amenable to the arrangement, but we played. My twenty questions were:

1. What’s your favorite movie? (Wild at Heart)

2. Favorite book? (Catcher in the Rye)

3. Favorite band? (Guster [4])

4. Favorite holiday? (New Years Day)

5. What was your first pet? (Fluffy white cat names spot)

6. How big’s your family? (Just him and his sister. Their parents died a long time ago.)

7. When’s your birthday? ( Febuary 29th
“So you’re like six?”
“I celebrate it on the first.”
“Oh.”
A date to remember.)

8. What was your first car? (Orange Yugo named Calliope)

9. Why did you become a vet? (“I like animals and they like me.”)

10. Do you have any pets? (Three cats. Just that, no elaboration.)

11. What was your first job? (Circus Clown [5])

12. What was the name of you security blanket or favorite stuffed animal? (A Care Bear Cousin, Swiftheart Rabbit a.k.a. Swifty.[6])

13. Do you still have it? (A very sheepish yes.)

14. Greatest fear? (Dying alone. I know. I think I met my soul mate!)

15. Boxers or briefs? (Boxers.)

16. What color? (Blushing “Plaid.”)

17. First kiss? (10 years old, a girl named Genevieve. It wasn’t very good.)

18. First time? (18, a man named Ralph.)

19. Were you serious when you said you wanted to kiss me? (Yet another blush. “Yes.”)

20. If you could be any fruit, what fruit would you be and why? [7] (This took him a few moments. “Fruit of the loom, because it’s never out of season.” Cheeky, I know, but cute.)

By the end, he seemed to be a little vindictive. No, that’s not the right term. Flirtatious with a mean streak, and it was evident in his questions.

1. Favorite flower? (Azaleas)

2. Favorite food? (Chocolate)

3. Favorite author? (Amy Tan)

4. Favorite movie? (Little Voice [8])

5. How big’s is your family? (29 sisters, 13 mothers, and 1 father)

6. First date? (16, her name was Rani, and it was to a school social.)

7. Boxers or briefs? (Silk boxers)

8. Color? (Magenta)

9. What do you wear to bed? (Just the boxers. And yes I blushed.)

10. First kiss? (13, Jamie during a game of spin the bottle)

11. Favorite smell? (Fresh baked bread, but I really was tempted to say you.)

12. Darkest secret? (“Besides being gay?”
giggle “Well, I had a erotic dream about Relena’s brother once, does that count?
“That’ll do.”)

13. Where were you born? (About thirty miles upstate.)

14. Worst habit? (I apologize for everything. He laughed at that. I like his laugh, it’s like being wrapped in a warm, hotel blanket by a fire.)

15. Coffee or tea? (Tea.)

16. Least favorite thing about yourself? (I worry too much.
“Yes you do little one.” He was being cheeky again, but I didn’t mind, because he smiled too.)

17. Most favorite thing about yourself? (“Do I have to answer that?”
nod
“I guess the fact I look like my mother. I lost her before I can remember, but I have a picture. My father said she was an angel placed on earth to love unconditionally. I always liked that.”
He smiled again.)

18. Favorite wet dream? (Okay I blushed again. Mostly because I really wanted to say “the ones with you in it.” I’m not going to write down this answer. This one is just between me and Trowa.)

19. Do you really like the fish? (“Yes! Of course! I’ve never had a pet before, no one ever thought of giving me one.”)

20. Will you be my boyfriend? (I had to pause. I really wanted to say yes, but I should say no. But I really wanted to say yes, which is why I blurted it out before I could finish thinking.)

So, after that unbidden answer, which I am still happy about, he just smiled bigger and said “Great.” Then we kept on talking, and lost track of time. When we finally realized that we didn’t have to be in the bathroom anymore, there were no more noises coming from the apartment.

Hand in hand we made out way out of the water closet and found a candle lit dinner in my dining room, two kissing fish on the coffee table, and no Duo or Heero. Have I ever said how much I love those two?

Trowa and I had a wonderful dinner, Italian food, definitely take out. And drank an entire bottle of wine before he left in a cab. He said he’d call me tomorrow.
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1. Tangelo: a cross breed between an orange and a tangerine. Sweeter then the tart tangerine, but smaller then an orange. So basically a “sweet and tangy” citrus. What else could you call a sex description by Duo, because this sure doesn’t qualify as a lime?

2. Kissing Gourami, also known as kissing fish. For a picture go to http://tropical-fish.net/Gourami/kissing_gourami.htm they’re cute. Really.

3. Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr were the actors in An Affair to Remember. Kitsunehi came up with the name too, after a conversation about how everyone knows the movie, even if they don’t know the movie. “It was the one in Sleepless in Seattle.”

4. Guster’s best known for the songs \"4, 3, 2, 1 (Barrel of a Gun)\" and \"Fa Fa Fa Fa\". Yes, those are the real song titles. They’re a pretty cool band with interesting lyrics and they use Congas instead of a drum set. Really pretty mellow and nice. They also toured with BNL which just makes them cooler.

5. It was just too damn tempting.

6. This was mine. He’s all tattered and torn right now, but I still love him very much.

7. Actual question I was given on an audition form. That was eight years ago, but it stuck.

8. Really good little British Indie flick about a girl who can imitate all of the old singers (Judy Garland and the like.) When an agent her mother’s dating find out about the talent, he arranges for her to perform at a friend’s club. Problem is she has a huge case of stage fright, which she’s pressured to overcome. Based on the play The Rise and Fall of Little Voice. Stars: Michael Caine (I can’t list all of his mainstream hits), Brenda Blryhyn (Secrets and Lies, Saving Grace), Ewan McGregor (Moulin Rouge, Trainspotting, Star Wars I and II), Jim Broadbent (Bridget Jones Diary, Moulin Rouge, ect…), and Jane Horrocks (Chicken Farm). Brenda got a Best Supporting Actress Nomination for her role.

All finished. Hope it was worth all the time that it took to real. God it’s really long. Eleven pages in word, but a lot had to happen. And I know what you guys are thinking, now that T and Q are dating boinking is just around the corner. evil grin. You’ll just have to find out. Let’s just say, I’m accepting bribes!