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Taken	By : kracken Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male > Heero/Duo Views: 1052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Taken
- 1
They shoved him, naked, into a bare room with one glaring light recessed into the ceiling with rivets. Embarrassing enough, except that his cell mate was also naked. Quatre supposed that he could take comfort in the fact that their enemies had considered them that dangerous, as if they could make a beam cannon out of a hair tie or a belt loop, but it was hard to keep in mind when he saw the extent of the damage that they had inflicted on Duo.

Quatre kneeled down by his friend, metal floor chill on his legs, as he brushed Duo's long, loose hair off of his face with one hand while he checked Duo's neck for a pulse. The pulse was strong, but Quatre wasn't putting that in the plus category yet. Duo looked as if they had run him over with a truck and then backed up over him again. Abrasions were livid and raw along one of his sides, his wrist looked broken, his knees and upper thighs were rub burned as if they had dragged him along every corridor in the place face down. Bruises peppered him like a disease, deep and shocking colors. One eye was swollen, his lips busted, the marks of punches raised and ugly. The swelling near his temple worried Quatre the most, out of everything else. The swelling had split and pooled blood over the floor.

Quatre had given up like a gentleman, knowing the odds had been against him. Three pulse rifles, aimed at his heart, hadn't invited argument.It had seemed dirty pool, after that, when they had stripped him of his clothing and had unceremoniously brought him to their cell. Quatre had to wonder about Duo's circumstances. Had he fought despite the risk of death? It was something that Quatre could believe of a Gundam pilot in the middle of a war, but not now, not when they both had someone to live for, someone who made their lives worth sticking around for. No, Duo wouldn't have fought to the death, Quatre decided. There must have been a chance, however small, of avoiding capture.

Duo felt cold and Quatre wondered about shock. He rose and went to the metal door. Pounding on it with one fist hardly made a sound. "We need clothing, blankets, and medical supplies!" Quatre demanded. He waited a long while, but no one answered. He shouted, in frustration, "If you wanted him dead, then why not kill him quickly?"

When no one answered him, still, Quatre swore explosively and returned to Duo. If body warmth was all that they had, then he had to make the most of it. Hoping that he wasn't adding to Duo's injuries, he struggled to pull Duo into a corner of the room. The man was as slim as Quatre, but solid with muscle and wider in the shoulder. It made him an awkward burden as Quatre put his back to the wall and pulled Duo into his arms.

Duo smelled like rocket fuel, grease, and blood. His long hair made Quatre think of the story of Rapunzel. Loose, it was incredibly long and thick, almost a blanket in of itself. He found himself arranging it over them both as if it were one and trying not to consider what their enemies might think if they happened to open the door and find them that way.

"Fuck them, anyway," Quatre muttered and found a grim smile at the crude sound of it. It was one of Duo's pet phrases and he was certain that Duo would have laughed to hear him use it.

"Yeah," Duo breathed and Quatre again pushed loose strands of hair away from Duo's face to see his one eye open the barest slit.

"Are you back with the living?" Quatre wondered in relief.

"Don't feel like it," Duo replied with difficulty and then was quiet for a long stretch of time before he said, "Must have been some party."

"Don't flatter yourself," Quatre growled.

Duo's strangled laugh turned into a groan of pain. He was quiet again, as if he needed time to recover, and then asked, "How long?"

Quatre felt a sharp stab of fear. "Why do I think that your question isn't idle curiosity?"

"Depends," Duo replied, a shaky hand reaching up to touch his busted lips.

"On?" Quatre prompted.

"Whether I had time to set the charges or not," Duo replied. "I... don't remember."

"Timer?" Quatre wondered, his heart beating faster.

"Yeah."

"If you did manage to set it, how long would we have?" Quatre wondered.

"Four hours with a five minute warning," Duo replied. "Standard procedure."

"In case our mission failed?" Quatre guessed.

"Wouldn't want incoming to find the place ready to wipe them out," Duo explained.

"Who gets the warning?" Quatre asked.

"Preventer channels," Duo assured him."Don't want to blow up our own by mistake."

"Except us," Quatre sighed.

"Yeah... sorry," Duo replied, but then said, wanting to give Quatre some hope, "Depends where this cell is. I was targeting the big guns."

"Duo..." Quatre began, wanting to vent about crazy agents, ex soldiers, and insane Preventer protocol, but then discovered that Duo had slipped into unconsciousness. He checked Duo's pulse again, fingers warming against a neck vein, and then sighed as he tried to make Duo's weight more comfortable on top of him.

"I should have stayed on L3," Quatre found himself saying, instead, to himself."I should have said no, when Une called and wanted my 'expertise'. I should have pointed out that I was never one of her crazy agents, who love the adrenalin rush of doing something completely asinine.. like this mission."

He wouldn't have said no, in reality, but it made him feel better to want it. Less than four hours until their asses were, maybe blown to kingdom come. Four hours fifteen minutes until forces, led by Heero Yuy and Trowa Barton, descended to take the facility out, confident that Quatre and Duo had disabled outlying systems and the big guns. If neither happened, they were going to get a full frontal assault. It didn't improve Quatre's mood that he had to decide to hope that Duo had set the charges. He would feel bad if Heero Yuy came to harm because of their failure, but the thought of Trowa meeting that same fate caused Quatre to feel acute fear. He was certain, if Duo were awake, that he would be feeling the same way about Heero.

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Waking up, naked, in Quatre's arms, had been way down on the list of concerns, for Duo. 'What was broken?', 'How badly?', and 'Could he operate?', had been his first three concerns. A mental, self exam, had not told him anything good. His next concerns had been, 'Where?' and 'What the hell had happened?', but he had enough memory around the lost ones to supply him with those answers. The naked thing, and being in Quatre's arms, had finally come up on the list and Duo had decided a good joke was better than any sudden movement out of those arms that would have caused him more pain. A case of heebeegeebes wasn't a good enough reason to give up warmth or a good cushion from hard floors.

Duo's next rise out of unconsciousness didn't improve on the first. Again he had to remember and reorient himself and that couldn't be a good thing at all. "Concussion," Duo murmured.

"I tried keeping you awake, but I couldn't,"Quatre said in concern. "This could be serious. They're not inclined to give us any medical help."

"Head hurts like a bitch," Duo sighed and touched at the bumps and bruises on his head. "Everything else, too, but this is screwing with my thinking."

Quatre's body warmed against him.

"That's pretty good," Duo softly chuckled."If I keep saying bad words, you're blushing will make you into my personal heating bad."

"I'm not blushing," Quatre said. "I'm angry. Angry that they're allowing this."

"Considering their plans, I would have expected us to be dog food by now," Duo replied. "This is okay."

"We don't know their reasons for keeping us alive," Quatre reminded him."Being dog food might be the better option."

Duo shrugged and then winced at the movement."Well, they didn't rape us, beating the crap out of me sucks, but it's better than torture, and nobody's come in to make us a part of their terrorist cell, or else... or have they?"

"No," Quatre replied tightly.

"No to all? No to some? Or no to...?" Duo wasn't ready to think that out.

"No to all of it," Quatre growled and then added, "Beating the crap out of you is torture."

Duo remembered not to shake his head and give himself more pain."If they wanted something, yeah, but they didn't ask me anything."

"Splitting hairs," Quatre complained.

Duo sighed and didn't pursue the argument.It was making Quatre's skin heat up nicely, though.

"Trowa isn't going to kill me, is he?" Duo wondered, the odd thought of an angry Trowa coming to mind.

"I don't think I'll tell him about this," Quatre replied. "As far as anyone is concerned, we stayed on opposite sides of the room, fully clothed."

"And here I thought I was damned sexy," Duo snickered, but he was imagining Heero finding them like that and he couldn't help frowning in concern, Trowa and Quatre had been together since the war. His and Heero's relationship was still fragile and new.

"You're being stupid,"Quatre told him.

Duo smiled and winced as it hurt his lips."Mind reader?"

"You're looking upset," Quatre explained."I doubt you're upset by your unattractiveness to me."

Duo grunted. "You think I'm ugly?" That was new and it distracted him easily... too easily.

"You look like a squirrel with it's mouth full," Quatre told him. "Trowa... Trowa is handsome. He looks... French... refined... mysterious..."

"Heero says I'm dead handsome," Duo argued. "He loves my mouth-"

"I wonder why?" Quatre replied knowingly.

Duo snorted. "Well, maybe it's ugly, but it is talented."

"Could we not talk about... that?" Quatre asked uncomfortably.

"You started it, not me," Duo retorted, but then he felt the pain in his head rise and numbness stealing over his entire body."Not good," he mumbled.

"What?" Quatre demanded.

"Can't stay awake," Duo slurred.He felt Quatre's hand patting his face.

"Stay awake, Duo," Quatre begged him. "You wouldn't want to sleep through your own death, would you?"

The bombs. It was enough to make Duo stick around long enough to ask, "How long?"

"Two hours...maybe," Quatre replied.

"Wake me up in two hours," Duo asked with a weak grin and then he couldn't fight unconsciousness any longer.

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Duo really wasn't ugly. Quatre had to admit. His features were simply unusual. Not cannon when it came to what most people considered handsome.He didn't have a square jaw, steely blue eyes, or a body that an athlete would kill for. He wasn't tall, either. None of them were, really, but Quatre himself had always considered handsome and tall part of the same package when it came to his taste in men.

With nothing to do, and a naked man in his arms, Quatre found his thoughts distressingly centered on his cell mate. Duo was 'cut'. Duo was average size, as far as he could tell. Duo had a tangle of cinnamon hair down there, but not over much. He wasn't hairy on his chest or on his legs. One toe, on his left foot, third from the end, had been badly broken at some point in his past. It was a round knot alongside the others. A scar ran up his hip and another was across his chest. One nipple had a small mole.

"One hour left, I think," Quatre whispered, to distract himself.

There was something peeking out of the hair near Duo's... Quatre squinted down, trying to bring it into focus, but there was simply too much curly hair in the way. It taunted him for several long minutes, before Quatre's curiosity over rode his modesty. Giving Duo a long look, to make sure that he was well and truly unconscious, he slowly reached down Duo's body and pushed the little hairs out of the way. His hand snatched back almost at once and he felt a roil of guilty nausea. A crude tattoo had been carved there, maybe by a much younger Duo. It was a circle with a P in it's center, crossed out by a line.

No perverts, Quatre's guilty mind deciphered.

"Sorry," Quatre whispered. Quatre wondered what Heero had thought of that. That took his mind down a road that doubled his guilt. He pinched himself viciously on the arm, as a punishment.

"I would have looked too," Duo snickered softly.

Quatre thought that he would blush hard enough to self ignite. "Duo, I-" he began, but Duo patted his arm.

"Don't be stupid, Quatre. So'kay." he slurred the last part and looked as if he couldn't keep his eyes completely open."Where are we? Why... Why are we naked?"

"You don't...?" Quatre chewed on his lip and then joked lamely, "You decided to run away with me and have wild sex."

"Yeah... right," Duo snorted weakly."No, really?"

"Ignorance is bliss," Quatre replied and Duo seemed to accept that, either trusting him that much or simply in too much pain to care any longer.

"Feel bad," Duo managed. He smoothed a hand along his midsection."Hurts like a bitch. They didn't have to be so rough. Heero... Heero's going to come an take us out. Can't talk. He won't let us talk."

"It's not the war, Duo," Quatre said, guessing that Duo was that lost, mentally, and that he had gone back to the war.

Duo thought about that and then brightened. "I remember, now. The bombs... I didn't set the detonators."

Quatre started. "What?"

"Didn't have time. I remember."

Quatre felt a wave of relief, that was immediately strangled by doubt. Duo seemed so certain, but a moment before he had been in the war. This might be more babbling.

"Which bombs?" Quatre wondered and held his breath.

Duo frowned. "Which bombs? Did they hit you in the head, too, Quatre? The bombs that I planted to cover Preventer agent asses. I didn't set them. Zechs is going to blow Heero right out of the sky."

Again Quatre's sudden elation was throttled. "Zechs? Duo... "

Duo touched his forehead, "Head hurts... You'll have to save him, Quatre. Save Heero for me, okay?"

"Okay," Quatre whispered, at a loss as to what to believe.

The door suddenly opened and men and equipment poured in to the room. Quatre clutched Duo close, forgetting the man's injuries. Armed men kept them in their sights, faces showing nothing, as the others set up the equipment. When it was done, they all backed out of the room. Holding a pistol on them, one man in fatigues, grinned down at them and flipped a wrapped package at Duo. Quatre helped Duo catch it awkwardly as the man left the room with the others and closed the door behind them.

Duo unwrapped the package with shaky hands and his detonators and what remained of his bombs, minus explosive material, was revealed.

"Fuck me!" Duo exploded.

Quatre was already eyeing the equipment the men had brought in."What do you suppose that is?"

"Can't be good," Duo breathed as he let his bombs tumble to the floor. "They probably want a little payback for me trying to blow them to hell. Come on, help me get over there."

It wasn't easy. Duo couldn't help at all except to hang on as Quatre half dragged him to the equipment. Once there, it didn't take Duo long to give the thing a name."Pressure bomb. As soon as the air pressure in this room changes, we're dead men, along with anyone who opens that hatch door."

Quatre pointed to dead lights. "It doesn't seem to be on." The lights blinked on green at that moment.

"Remote," Duo said sourly. "We're totally screwed."

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It was hard for Duo to stay focused. With Quatre keeping him upright, he fumbled to take apart his bombs in the hopes of using something, anything, to help him deactivate the new bomb ready to go off in their faces.

Head pounding and his mind all too willing to confuse him, it was their naked state that kept him from slipping into another time and another place. He didn't remember ever being naked in an Oz prison, or while on a mission. It was unique and therefore an anchor.

Quatre wasn't saying anything. His bare arms, dusted in gold hairs, were tight around Duo's waist. Duo noted a scar under one wrist and a burn mark over the back of one hand. He almost drifted, thinking about them, about how they had come through so much. He pulled himself back into focus with an effort. He wasn't going to go down now. He wasn't going to let it end here.

"What is it?" Duo finally asked. "Say something, Quatre. I need to stay awake."

"I... I was looking at that cluster of freckles near your knee cap," Quatre admitted as if Duo had surprised it out of him and he was feeling guilty. "It almost looks like a rabbit."

"Does it?" Duo mused."They aren't freckles. They're burns from splattering hot hydraulic fluid. Scythe was good for that."

"Oh," Quatre replied, but then sighed. "You don't really think that you can-"

"I'm not thinking," Duo told him, cutting him off."I'm doing something, that's all. Better than going down easy."

"It's-"

"Quatre," Duo cut him off again, not wanting to deal with negatives. "Unless you want to spend our last moments going at it like weasels, and I don't think I'm in good enough shape for that, I'm kind of down to near useless optimism."

Duo could feel Quatre's warm blush against his back. "I won't tell Heero that you suggested that."

Duo smiled. "There you go. Optimism."

"Does your optimism have a plan with crazy odds?" Quatre wondered.

"Why, yes, it does," Duo chuckled.

"Care to share?" Quatre prodded.

"It's based on an assumption," Duo told him.

"Assumption?"

"That everyone wants a fail safe."

Duo could feel Quatre shift to regard the bomb. "Fail safe..." he echoed.

"People, as a general rule, don't like getting blown up accidentally," Duo explained."There should be something to disarm that bomb in case of shit hitting the fan."

Quatre took a moment to look the bomb over some more and then he asked, almost fearfully," Have you actually looked for a kill switch?"

Duo made an exasperated sound that caused his head to throb. "I really didn't want to use that word, Quatre."

"Have you?" Quatre insisted.

"No," Duo admitted.

"Why not?"

"I might not find one. I don't want my optimism dimmed, all right?" Duo's hands were shaking, but he concentrated on keeping them on task.

"If you haven't looked, then..." Quatre struggled. "How do you know what you need from these bombs?"

"I need a small tool," Duo replied. "The kill switch is going to be small, hard to reach, unnoticeable by those who are the targets."

"Then I should be looking for it...." Quatre tried.

"You have to keep me awake and hold me steady," Duo told him firmly.

Duo could feel Quatre struggling to make sense of that and then he settled and sighed. "You don't really think that there is a kill switch, do you?"

"Quatre... just don't think that way, okay?"

"Is this for me... or for you?" Quatre wondered.

"Both?" Duo hedged.

Quatre was quiet for a time and then he said, "If you weren't so ugly..."

"I'd be adorable?" Duo snickered.

"Something like that."

"I won't tell Trowa you said that," Duo promised.

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"Duo?" Quatre shook Duo awake once again. Each time that he did it, he could see the man's disorientation, and his strength of will, as he took precious moments to recall what he was attempting to accomplish, and starting to work again.

Stubborn, Quatre thought, just like Heero. He wondered if that was the quality that Heero loved about the man, wondered if recognizing something in yourself, in someone else, was the key to falling in love in the first place. If that was true, he wondered what he and Trowa had in common. Music? Determination? Sensitivity? Though Trowa didn't show it, he had a great empathy for others.

"What first attracted you to Heero?" Quatre asked, wanting to break the silence, wanting to think of something other than ticking down their last minutes.

Duo paused, hands still, and then he began working again. "Really want to know?" he asked.

"Yes," Quatre replied firmly.

Duo still didn't reply right away. When he did, he sounded as if he were divulging a secret, his voice low, "He seemed... lost.... alone... vulnerable...like he needed someone desperately to hold his hand and tell him... well... tell him that someone cared about him. It was like he had everything riding on his shoulders, everyone's hopes, expectations... everything. What's even more messed up, was that it was like he'd always lived that way."

"Florence Nightingale syndrome," Quatre chuckled.

"Who's that?"Duo asked in confusion.

"Famous nurse," Quatre explained. "When you fall in love, because you feel that a person needs your love, your help, it's called Florence Nightingale Syndrome."

"So... My love for Heero is nuts?" Duo snickered.

"Unless you have another reason for falling in love with him?" Quatre joked.

Duo huffed. "Of course I do, but it's kind of hard to explain. It just seemed like we've always known each other. Like we were just hooking up again after being apart for awhile. The whole Heero package didn't hurt either. The man is... built."

Quatre laughed.

"You?" Duo prodded as he eyed his tool carefully.

Quatre replied shortly, "Same here."

"That's crap," Duo growled. "Get me over to the bomb while you're fessing up for real."

He was in pain, Quatre thought, but gritting his teeth and not voicing it much, as he dragged the man close enough to inspect the bomb.Quatre hoped that he wasn't doing more damage.

"All right," Quatre replied as he helped Duo search the bomb for something they both suspected didn't exist. "He was sex on two legs and I was lonly. We spent a lovely day together and then capped it off by doing it like weasels. When he started to leave, I felt 'easy', but then he turned and smiled at me and I knew that he wasn't going to forget me. He's... sensitive."

Duo was grinning. "I fall for the little lost boy and you fall for Trowa's-"

"Don't say it!" Quatre warned. "It was the whole package."

Duo was quiet, but then he asked, tentatively, "So, how much trouble is it for you being a couple?"

Quatre felt the sharp bite of bitterness. "The Winner heir isn't supposed to be gay," he explained, "and he's certainly not supposed to take up with ex Gundam pilot/circus performers."

Duo made a sympathetic noise.

"You?" Quatre prompted.

"A bit more crude," Duo admitted. "Everyone thinks I'll take it from anyone. I get a lot of, 'I'm straight, but you like dick, right?' What's that, I'm asking you? It's that, or, a few idiots who use it as an insult when they don't like me, don't want to work with me, or have something against what I order them to do."

Duo took a shuddering breath and wiped at his sweating brow. "I can't see anymore, Quatre. You keep looking."

Quatre propped Duo up against the bomb and continued the search. "I had someone ask if being gay was something they looked for when they picked us to be pilots."

Duo thought about that and then replied, "They wanted young men, flexible enough to stand the forces of a gundam, and dedicated soley to the cause. Being gay makes a young guy less likely to get distracted by romance." He laughed, "Maybe you fell in love with Trowa, and I fell in love with Heero, but that didn't stop us from sticking with the mission."

Quatre thought about that and then shook his head, "I think it's simply coincidence."

"Big coincidence, then," Duo replied blearily and almost fell sideways to the floor before Quatre could reach out and grab him.

Duo was looking disoriented again as if he was getting lost in time and place, brows creasing as he looked at Quatre and then at the bomb. "That's a bomb," he said in surprise.

Quatre sighed. "Big bomb," he agreed and then saw it. It was just beyond Duo's right shoulder. A very small pinhole almost hidden by one of the carrying handles. He took the tool from Duo's lax hand and realized that Duo had been fashioning something small enough to fit into such a hole."You are a fucking genius!" Quatre exclaimed.

"Well... thanks... I guess," Duo replied, puzzled."Why are we here, naked, Quatre, with a bomb? Must have been one hell of a party."

"Later, Duo," Quatre said tensely, "Right now, I need you to disarm this bomb with this tool, and, hopefully, that pinhole."

"What pinhole?" Duo blinked myopically at the bomb.

Quatre took Duo's hand and pressed one finger against the pinhole.

Duo grunted. "Kill switch," he said.

Quatre grinned. "Kill switch, Maxwell. Now, do your thing."

"My thing," Duo repeated with a nod. "Was Heero involved in the... you know... naked thing?"

"He'll tell you himself, when he gets here," Quatre replied impatiently.

"I don't do threesomes," Duo grunted as he leaned his forehead against the carry handle for stability, and then poked into the hole with his tool.

The bomb powered down and the door opened with a whoosh of air pressure at the same time. Heero, Trowa, and a force of Preventers was there with guns ready and nosing for targets.

"I think I almost peed," Quatre muttered. "That was too damned close."

"Duo! What? Why are you...?" Heero began in consternation and then kneeled down and ignored all of his questions to ask Quatre, "How bad?"

"Get a medic in here!" Trowa shouted and then kneeled by Quatre. "Are you all right?"

"It's a bomb!" Someone shouted in shock.

"Deactivated," Quatre assured them before they could panic. "I don't know what's wrong with Duo. They beat him badly. He keeps losing his memory and getting confused. I'm all right. See to him first."

"No more naked parties, Dupey Du," Duo told Heero and reached out a shakey hand to pat the man's face. "Didn't know you were a pervert, pilot."

"Dupey Du?" Quatre repeated. "What the hell does that mean?"

Heero blushed and glared at Duo. "I told you, not in front of other people, Smookes."

"Smookes?" Quatre echoed, but then shook his head and stuck to what was urgent, "Get Duo out of here and then get me some clothes."

"Right away, Pootie Pie," Trowa replied with a smirk, his expression managing to be full of love and relief at the same time.

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"I feel... better," Duo whispered.

In a hospital bed, he was wrapped, stitched, and punctured by several IVs. He began slowly taking stock as Quatre pulled a chair close and sat down.

"Those bastards heavily drugged you. You were also suffering from a concussion," Quatre explained."That's why you were having so much trouble thinking clearly. The doctors said that you'll be fine, though. You just need to rest."

Duo frowned and then slowly looked around he room. "Where's... Where's Heero?"

Quatre winced and quickly assured him, "He needed to eat. He went down to the commissary. He'll be back shortly."

Duo though that through and then nodded, accepting that he hadn't been abandoned. "He's not mad, is he?"

Quatre was puzzled. It was the last thing that he had expected Duo to say and guessed that the drugs hadn't been completely flushed out of his system yet. "Why would he be angry at you?"

"The whole... naked thing," Duo said, picking at his blankets.

He sounded like a small child that needed reassurance. Quatre smiled and patted a place on his arm that wasn't bandaged or stitched. "Heero knows that we didn't have a choice."

"He knows a lot about me," Duo said and sounded uncertain.

"Meaning?" Quatre gave Duo's hand a small, light slap, when he tried to play with his IV tubes.

"Well, remember when I said that we could be spending our last moments doing it like weasels?" Duo reminded him.

Quatre's mouth opened in shock and then he asked, almost afraid of the answer, "You were serious?"

"Well, between you and me, it would have been a lot more fun than just waiting for the kaboom," Duo replied in his defense, "but that's not what I'm trying to say."

"Then what are you talking about?" Quatre asked and then with a frown, as he suddenly understood, "You think that Heero might have concluded that we did... do it?"

Duo's distress was rising as he told Quatre, "I've told him enough times that I'd like-"

"That you'd like our last minutes together to end making love," Heero said as he came in with Trowa.

Duo started and Quatre held him down before he could move enough to hurt himself. "Heero?"

Quatre saw the love in Heero's eyes, something he'd never thought he would see on that stern face, as Heero came to take Duo's hand in his. "I didn't think, for an instant," Heero said, "that you would want to do that with Quatre as well. He's already explained why you were naked. I accept that explanation."

"As if Quatre would do something like that anyway," Trowa snickered as he snaked an arm around Quatre's waist and leaned to kiss his cheek. "He won't even take his shirt off in public."

Quatre blushed and put an elbow into his lover's ribs, embarrassed."It's indecent," he shot back.

Trowa rubbed at his ribs ruefully, but he was still smiling.

"We're still solid?" Duo asked, still needing reassurance.

Heero leaned down and kissed him."Yes. As solid as a rock."

Duo looked relieved and then he was grinning.

"What?" Heero wanted to know.

"Quatre's the only person who's seen as much of me as you have," Duo announced.

Quatre swallowed nervously. "It's the drugs," he said quickly. "I don't think he knows what he's saying right now."

"He even saw my tattoo... you know where...," Duo said in a voice that he probably imagined was low enough for just Heero to hear.

Heero's eyes narrowed and he glanced dangerously at Quatre. "That one would be a little hard to see."

"He likes Trowa because he looks French!" Duo announced loudly to the room in general. "I told him I like your dick!" Duo snickered and Heero suddenly had his own embarrassment to deal with.

"Time to go," Quatre said quickly and steered Trowa out of the room.

"It's okay, Heero!" Duo was saying even louder, "I like your ass too, Dupey Du... no, wait.... your mind.... yeah... Your little lost boy mind... wait, I didn't say that right..."

"Tattoo?" Trowa was asking and Quatre bit his lip.

"You wouldn't have looked?" Quatre shot back defensively.

"Not THERE," Trowa replied irritably and then took a sharp breath.

"Apparently you did look there or you wouldn't know where it is." Quatre accused angrily.

"He was naked," Trowa replied defensively. "We were in the transport vehicle together before someone found him clothes. It was just... there..."

"So you moved the grass to see the lawn ornament?" Quatre accused.

"Why am I defending myself for something that you did first?" Trowa demanded.

They stared at each other and then Quatre pulled Trowa down for a deep kiss. When he broke it, he said, "Can we just forget that this ever happened?"

"I think we should," Trowa agreed. "You're safe, and that's all that matters to me." He smiled, then and asked, as they started down the hall again, "Maybe I should learn French?"

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