Japanese Hideaway

Alright once again into the writing. Sorry for the wait. I was hoping for reviews, and I had physical therapy I had to go to. So I've been taking lots of meds doing PT and taking naps. But enough of that on with the show.


Chapter 6

Kit gazed at his handy work; two of his three pieces were complete. He hadn't let anyone see this painting yet. It was beautiful, he felt that he had finally been able to catch that spark of sensuality and closeness in the piece that he had so carefully drawn onto the canvas and then painted. The tone being all shades of earth. Reflecting the skin and muscles, the sculpted planes and lines of the two bodies. A portrait of Treize and Zechs. Their faces were not shown, just the slope of their necks and their torsos, laying together, hands gently cradling the other. It was a sharp contrast to the porcelain piece he had finished the week before.

The other piece was a sculpture painted in hard cobalt blue and the deepest purples. A conceptual piece that looked somewhat like a human figure holding it's knees but was shaped like a bowl. But there was nothing inside and it looked as meant to, expressing the feeling of being alone. That was how he saw himself now.

The last piece was not even started yet. It was the most difficult, both technically and personally. He did not want to ask for assistance with the project, but there was really no other way he could manage it.

Sitting at the table in class he waited until Shi, Trowa and Quatre were chatting about their other classes of the day and how their projects were progressing.

Kitsune surprised them by asking out of the blue, "Can you guys help me with my last piece? It's difficult to do some of the things by myself, so I need a couple of people to assist me." He looked worried, hoping he wasn't asking too much.

Quatre looked at Trowa and smiled. "Certainly, we can help you. It will be our pleasure." He answered for both of them.

"That's great. Do you mind going shopping with me after school? There are some supplies I need to get for this project that the art department doesn't have." Kitsune's expressive face showed his relief that they had agreed so easily. His friends generally thought that he had absolutely no confidence in himself.

"No problem Kit. We think it sounds interesting." Trowa stated.

After the class ended they went out to the front gate and waited for the cab they had called for. Kit didn't think he would be able to carry everything back on the bus. He was slightly uncomfortable about the way Trowa and Quatre held hands in public, like they had no worries about what people thought, maybe they didn't. No one looked at them or glared. Even when they started to kiss. That just made Kit more uncomfortable, but for different reasons. He felt a surge of loneliness rise up out of nowhere to attack his hard won facade of composure. They reached the large hobby shop and he sprang out of the cab as quickly as possible. He didn't want to feel so awkward. He didn't want to cry either. He plastered a small smile onto his face and led the others into the shop searching for what he needed.

The large bag of plaster easily weighed 50 pounds, the liquid silicone and cut pieces of wood were also quiet difficult to carry. The shop proprietor carefully arranged all the supplies and asked it if would be better to have them delivered to the school.

After asking around school, Kit was able to find some cool old shops that carried odds and ends. He was carefully browsing through the old junk stores in lively curiosity. Quatre and Trowa also seemed to be having fun, looking at all the little things the shop had to offer. Quatre had found a really cute antique doll that he thought would be perfect for his older sister's birthday. Trowa found an old print advertising a circus that he wanted to hang in his room. Searching in an old box, Kitsune found a couple of rusty knives that by themselves were not a bit unusual shopping, but they were perfect for his project. By the time he finished shopping, he had collected 20 different types of old blades. He carefully tucked them into the cab so that no one would accidentally get poked by one.

"What's with the knives?" Trowa asked gesturing at the bag.

"It's for my art project." Kitsune blinked in surprise. He supposed it did look a little weird to be carrying around a bag of knives. He hadn't really stopped to cinsider it before.

"The school officials won't let you just walk in with those." Quatre warned him with some concern.

"I did get written permission to bring them in for my art project. I thought ahead a bit on that." Kitsune told him with a little grin. It probably surprised his two companions as he's generally quiet, withdrawn and did not really pay much attention to what went on around him. He had a tendency to be self-centered. Not that he was selfish or arrogant, just that he was so focused on himself and his own thoughts and ideas that he did not accurately understand other people or even most situations. They just seemed to brush by around him as he sat in his own little world.

Quatre had already determined that he was like the to protect himself from others hurting him. But he was hoping to get the other boy to open up more and deal with people instead of tuning them out constantly. It was reassuring that Kitsune had started to take to Quatre and Trowa, but he knew that somewhere buried deep inside was a much different person. He could feel it, the way the natural personality was repressed. He was searching for the key to unlock the door and let that injured spirit out of it's self-imposed inprisonment.


Chapter 7

Kitsune stowed all of his sharp pointy objects safely away in his little closet before his roommates could come back from their sports practices. He settled onto the couch with the math homework and started to plug away at some very confusing equations. Treize breezed through the door and held up a large bag that had some interesting smells coming out of it. "I got take out." He announced happily setting the bag on the table. "Help yourself." Kit piled some food on a plate and sat back down quietly enjoying his meal.

Zechs hurried through the door, appearing to have just got out of the shower and kissed his lover hello while waving hello at his roommate. Treize pushed a full plate into his hand and gave a little shove towards the couch.

Zechs settled his food onto his lap and looked over Kit's shoulder to read what he was working on. "Oh, pre-calc, I really didn't care for that class much. I'm not very good at it either." He sat back with a sigh as he started to dig into the hot wings and fries. "Hey Treize this is a real treat, we don't generally get American food. What brought this up?"

"Hmmm, our soccer team is going to the regional finals and I believe that you just qualified for the national fencing tournament. So, I thought we could have some fun food and got out tonight to celibrate. Treize smiled, quite pleased with his plan. "Kitsune is going with us of course." He announced with a won't-take-no-for-an-answer look.

"Great idea, we haven't taken our little one out yet have we?" Zechs agreed. "But I want to see what he has to wear. If we are going to the Down Low like we usually do, then he needs something really hot to wear." The older boy stalked over to Kit's closet and threw open the door. he rummaged through the contents in search of something that would suit his sense of style. Finally satisfied, he pulled out a metallic copper vest with copper zippers made from a stratchy material and a pair of black jeans. "This will go for now, but we are definitely taking you shopping." He smiled as he tossed Kit the clothes.

Kit had yet to get over the startling idea that Treize was ordering him to go out to a club with them and barely missed catching the clothes thrown at him with a stunned expression. "I haven't been out to a club in a long time, I'm not certain it's a good idea." He mumbled, biting his lip. He hadn't gone out since before his previous boyfriend had attacked him. almost a year ago. He used to love the crowds and the dancing and loud music, but now he only felt panic.

"Nonsense." Zechs gently pushed him into the bathroom. "Now go change quickly so I can decide what to do with your hair."

Kit shut the door behind him feeling slightly confused by the sudden turn of events and a little uncertain about going out, but Zechs and Treize both seemed so excited, but he didn't have the heart to refuse. What he was slowly starting to realize was his own emotions towards his roommates. He was completely infatuated with them and would probably do anything that they asked of him without even a small protest. This thought made him sencerely question his own sanity. He quickly pulled on the clothes and made his way back into the main room only to see that his older roomies were in a state of half undress, having decided on their own outfits for the night. Kit barely surpressed the urge to bolt back into the bathroom as he felt desire surge through his body. Lately, it was torture to live with these two, their blatant sensuality and their love making driving him crazy with lust and extreme loneliness. He would almost sell his soul to be the center of their attention for just one night. He sighed in resignation at the hopelessness of his desire and resolved to try and find someone who could at least offer a good time. Some relief from another willing body would be a pleasant change from his own hand. He contemplated looking for a boyfriend, but doubt flooded him. Kit wasn't certain that he wouldn't just be using whomever he dated as a substitute for what he really wanted. That wouldn't be fair to anyone.


Chapter 8

The music pounded though his body and seemed to take over. He felt compelled by the rhythm, moving in time with the beat. Duo had his eyes closed, paying attention to the pulsing beat. A faint whisper of something drew his attention and caused his eyes to open. Sitting at a table were three familiar faces. Zechs, Treize, and the one he was truly interested in, Kitsune. It appeared that the older boys were tugging the reluctant Kitsune onto the dance floor.

Kitsune was caught up between Zechs and Treize. They had pulled him into the dance area and placed him between them. They were obviously determined to cheer up Kitsune as well, in their own way. The music was fast and loud, but the song was nearing it's end. a New song had started one that Kit knew very well as it was in English. Closer by Nine Inch Nails. Treize pressed up behind him, rubbing himself against the younger boy, just as Zechs pulled him into his body, facing him and grinding into his hips. It was such an intimate, sultry contact, he thought he was going to burst into flames. He deeply wished that they were more serious about the contact and not just amusing themselves with his body in the dance. His sexual tension increased about a thousand fold and his mind seemed to shut down as Zechs brushed against his rapidly hardening length, creating a delicious friction. Treize was stroking his torso and grinding into his ass. He slowly lost all sense of what was going on around him, absorbing the wonderful friction of his secret desires.

He pulled Zechs' head down and crushed his lips against the older boys in a desperate, passionate kiss. Treize, not to be left out had unzipped the vest and slid his hands over Kit's chest as he licked and teased the younger boy's throat and bared shoulder. Kit moaned as need ripped through his body. All to soon the song was over and Zechs and Treize pulled away from him to dance with each other. He stood on the floor where they had left him in a daze, touching his lips. As he gradually surfaced to reality, he became aware that he was standing in the middle of the moving throng alone. It almost broke min. They had stirred such deep, desperate emotions in him and they walked away. Tears started to slowly leak from the corners of his eyes. Why had they donw that to him? He was coping so well until they teased him and touched him and then dropped him like a hot coal. He made his way outside the club and in a haze wandered into the alley next to the building. He slid down the wall into a boneless puddle on the ground lost in pain and confsion.

Duo may have been a scheming little bastard and a playboy, but even he wasn't so heartless as to bring another person to the brink of something that could mean a world of fulfillment and then rip it away without a backward glance. Even his friend Heero looked pissed at that move. He strode acros the room to confront the two idiots as he darkly muttered under his breath. Duo slipped out the door of the club and looked around for Kitsune hoping to find him before something happened to him.

He walked towards the edge of the building looking down the sidewalk for the long black ribbon of hair set against copper; a muffled sob off to the side of the building caught his attention. Kitsune was curled into himself on the ground and Duo approached carefully and sat down next to him. "Hey." He greeted the other boy. Not quite sure what to say. Normally he was the one breaking hearts that other people would have to put together.

Kit lifted his head up slowly to look at the voice speaking to him. He vaguely remembered seeing the other longhaired boy at the school gym once. "Umm, hi." He sniffled, his face growing red in embarrassment at being seen like a weak idiot.

"Hi, my name is Duo. You are Treize and Zechs' new roommate right?" Duo asked with a small grin. "Look, I know that this probably sounds kind of stupid, but I have known those two for a few years and I honestly doubt that they meant to treat you badly. Sometimes they just get so wound up in each other that everything else fades out of their brains. I am certain that did not mean to hurt you." Duo stated sincerely, not quite sure why he was trying to reassure Kitsune on this point instead of manipulating him to suit his own purposes. "How about we go back inside and get you cleaned up a bit, you need to not take everything that goes on around you so personally, chances are it isn't meant to be." He patted the sniffling boy's shoulder and was rewarded with a small, beautiful smile. 'Ahh, that's why I did this. He has such a gorgeous smile. I want to see that more often.' Duo smiled back and stood up, he held out a hand to Kit and pulled him up too.


Chapter 9

Heero roughly turned Treize towards him, pulling him away from his french kiss with Zechs and glared at him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He shouted to be heard over the music. The couple glared back at him clearly annoyed at being interrupted.

"What the hell is your problem?" Zechs yelled at him.

"You two jerks totally screwed over your roommate just now. In case you didn't notice, that boy really likes both of you. You guys drag him out here and are practically having sex with him on the dance floor and then you turn him away like he doesn't even exist anymore. That was cruel. If I had know that you were going to torment the kid like that, I would have assigned some tolerant straight guy to your room instead of that vulnerable kid." Heero fumed, eyes flashing in indignation. "Damn." He ran an exasperated hand through his hair. "That kid has had a horrible time for the last 18 months and he is finally starting to open up and let others close to him, and the two that his is infatuated with treat him like a dog crap that they accidentally stepped in." Heero stopped ranting to catch his breath.

"What in the world?" Treize sounded puzzled.

"Oh, my God!" Was the horrified voice from his partner. "He's right. We were all over that boy and then we dropped him and left him stranded in the middle of the dance floor after touching him like that. He must be very upset." He looked at Treize worry in his eyes. "Do you see him anywhere?"

Treize fully realized exactly what the two of them had done at that moment and hastily looked around the club trying to spot the other boy. Both he and Zechs liked the boy and they had been playing with the idea of including him in their live on a more intimate basis. They seriously had not meant to hurt him or treat him so callously. But if they could forget him so easily, maybe it was a sign that they should not be involved with Kit. "Where is he?" Treize started to feel panicked.

Heero cocked his head towards the front door, "He walked out of here looking shell shocked. Duo followed him to make sure he wouldn't get into any trouble." Heero turned on his heal and stalked away from them before he followed through on his growing wish to punch them both in the face for hurting the delicate, beautiful boy.

Zechs turned and looked at Treize. "This is terrible. Do you think he will forgive us?"


Chapter 10

Zechs and Treize glanced around the room wildly, trying to locate their lost Kit. Both almost panicking until Treize saw Duo leading him back into the building holding his hand as he hurried to the wash room. Calming slightly they waited for the younger boy to emerge.

Duo wet a paper towel and wiped the dirt smudges off Kitsune's face. Looking at the other boy's reflection in the mirror he noticed that the dark hair was straggling out of his braid and starting to look very messy. "This won't do at all." He complained. "We people of the long hair must look out for each other." He pulled a comb out of his pocket and slid the elastic band off the end of Kit's braid. "I will comb this out for you. Your hair is so pretty down. you look like a dark angel."

The attentions of the older boy caused Kit to blush. He had thought that Duo had a very novel sculpted body before, but the up close comparison was much better. The fact that he was still frantically turned on by his roommates dancing with him earlier did not keep his mind from imagining what it would feel like to be touched by that body. The thought sent a shiver of desire shaking through his frame. He had tried so hard to lock down these forbidden feelings, but they all seemed to be bursting out at the worst times. Kit moaned softly as Duo tugged the comb through his hair, lightly stroking his scalp with every stroke. He was somewhat ashamed of himself for growing hard again. He really wanted Zechs and Treize, but this boy he had just met seemed to know exactly how to get him worked up without even touching a traditional erogenous zone.

Duo smirked, hiding his small triumph so that his prey would not sense the stalking predator that was soon going to pounce on him. The little moan told him how delightfully sensitive the other boy was. He still hoped to move the outcome of the evening in his favor somehow and get this sweet tid bit into his bed for a solid fucking. "You know, if you need someone, I am available, no strings attached. All you have to do is say that you want me." He whispered into Kit's ear giving a small lick to the earlobe. Kitsune shuddered in response.

Kit could feel his face turning blood red from embarrassment, he felt like he had been caught doing something he shouldn't. "I don't know what to say to that," He mumbled. A fleeting thought passed through his mind to just grab the other boy and drag him out, especially after the way Zechs and Treize had worked him up and them rejected him so hershly. He wanted to feel alive again and feel desired by someone else.

Duo gave him a friendly smile and laced his fingers through Kit's fingers to pull him back into the club. "Come on now, those two are probably worried about you. Let's go pack their bags for a guilt trip. Maybe they will bet it through their thick skulls to treat you the way you need them to treat you."

They stepped back into the swirling throng of dancers and intence music and lighting, and Duo looked around casually. He spotted Heero by the bar talking to one of his friends and Treize and Zechs were sitting at a table. Both of the other boys looked up and saw Duo guiding Kitsune across the room. Duo wrapped his arm around the smaller boy's waist and held him close to his side as they walked. Zechs frowned knowing Duo's reputation for playing around.

When they finally reached the table, Duo did not acknowledge the other boys sitting there. He turned to face Kit and ran a slim hand down the other boy's torso. "I will see you later doll. If you need anything or want anything, just look me up, I have the room acros the hall from yours and I can certainly relieve the ache you have acquired." His hand bodly roamed farther and skimmed over Kitsune's hard erection with wnough pressure to tease, the younger boy's eyes closed as he held in the groan trying to escape his throat and controlled his body so as not to push into that welcoming touch.

"Alright I'll remember that." He breathed out in a faint sigh.

Duo shot Zechs and Treize a very sly grin. "If you guys don't play nice, I will take the pretty toy and go home." He shook his finger at them and walked away.

The other boys exchanged a knowing glance. It would seem that they had some competition.

Zechs wrapped his arms around his younger roommate and pulled him close. "Please forgive us Kit. We did not mean to treat you so callously. We never wanted to do that to you. The two of us like you and are interested in you, but we are not sure what you need or want or how to include you in our relationship without causing problems for any of us." The blond looked worried, he felt a sudden chill of apprehension run through his whole body. What if Treize and his idea was completely rejected or worse, what if Kitsune hated them. Not that it was very likely for Kitsune to hate them, but it could still happen.

Treize gently pulled the brunettes long hair away from the left side of his face. "It's true, Kitten. We both want you and we know you want us. Did you know," He pulled the younger boy flush against his body, "That I have seen you masturbating at night as Zechs and I make love? Just a small reflection in a mirror, but I saw you. You were so beautiful." Treize whispered into Kitsune's ear, lightly grinding his kips into the other boys. "I wanted to tie you down to our bed and do deliciously naughty things to you."

A low moan of need made it's escape from Kit's dry lips. His eyes glazed over and his breathing became strained. "I could see your shadows, coming together, fucking each other. God, I wanted that too. I wanted you to touch me the way you touched each other. I can't take much more of this, it's become torture seeing you two together when I have no one of my own."

"How about we go back to the dorm. Hmm?" Treize questioned, rubbing against Kit.

"Ok." He mumbled through lips that did not want to function properly.

The older boys led him out the door and hailed a taxi to get back to school.

Heero turned to see a smiling Duo. "Why did you do that Duo? I know you want him for yourself. Not that I am upset you are showing an altruistic streak, it's just a bit on the odd side for you."

"I know, but for some reason the only thing I want is to see that smile again. Besides if they screw this up, it will be that much easier to swoop in and make him mine." Duo grinned from ear to ear.

Alright so there it is. A new chapter. I will update when I start to get some reviews. So no reviews no new chapters.