Sealed
    Duo studied Heero curiously as Heero rubbed his temples, staring at a packet of paper Une had sent him. He'd been watching his friend for some time, and was very aware that the guy's eyes hadn't moved, and he was on the same page he'd been on when Duo'd stepped into the room.
    “What?” Heero asked finally, looking up.
    Duo studied his eyes, shaking his head and moving next to him. “Nothing. I just wanted to see what you were doing,” he looked to the packet himself, scanning the page Heero'd been on a few times and turning his head to meet the guy's eyes. “How many times did you read this page?”
    Heero didn't respond, having shifted away slightly from Duo in startlement, blinking at him.
    “What?” Duo asked, frowning at the distance between them before looking back to the paper and staring at it as he waited for Heero to give in and move back to his side. It took maybe a fraction of a moment before his assumption was proven correct.
    Heero went so far as to let some of his weight rest against Duo's side, looking back to the paper. “I just…can't focus,” he muttered, trying to figure out what Duo's hair smelled like.
    “That's understandable,” Duo muttered, elbowing him gently in the stomach, tucking his hair behind his ear and starting to read aloud, taking his time.
    “Wh…” Heero cleared his throat. “Where's Quatre?”
    Duo shrugged. “He's off with Zechs,” he watched from the corner of his eye as Heero bit his lip, turning his head so they were face to face. “Why?”
    Heero stared at him, his mouth opening slightly as if he were about to speak.
    Duo studied his mouth a moment, then leaned over and kissed him. It was tentative at first, but the initial shock of it wore off. Heero hesitated a moment, but was kissing Duo back in short order, raising one hand to burry it in Duo's hair.
    “I know that wasn't just me,” Duo breathed, pulling away from Heero's mouth to meet his eyes, forcing his expression to remain neutrally shocked though he was silently laughing his ass off.
    Heero pulled away completely, licking his lips as he stared at Duo, uncertain as to what should be done; what Duo expected, what Duo was even thinking behind those glass eyes that portrayed nothing of real emotion.
    Duo lost his amusement after another moment though and shook his head. “Just do me a favor and don't tell him,” he muttered, turning and starting from the room.
    Heero didn't reply.

- -

    Up…down…up…down…
    Duo was sitting on his bed and flipping the coin he was holding repeatedly. He hadn't seemed to want to talk all day, so Quatre was now curled in his bed with the blankets up to his neck, trying to figure out what the hell he'd done wrong as he watched his distant boyfriend flip the coin.
    “You two fighting again?” Wufei demanded, pausing on his way past their open bedroom door, poking his head in to blink at them.
    “No,” Duo replied, continuing to flip the coin.
    Wufei frowned, meeting Quatre's eyes and gesturing to the hall. He'd seen that Quatre'd almost spoken up, but had stopped when Duo'd spoken.
    Quatre sighed, crawling from his warm hole. “I'm getting something to drink,” he muttered, pausing in the door to look at Duo. “You want anything?”
    “I'm good,” Duo replied.
    Quatre watched the coin a moment longer before pulling the door shut and heading into the kitchen, where Wufei was waiting with arms crossed and an eyebrow arched high.
    “I don't know what's going on,” Quatre muttered disconsolately, being sure his voice was lower than Duo's hearing could pick up. He opened the fridge, pulling out two drinks. “I got back from that meeting today and he was happy to see me at first, and then he sort of…slinked off and hasn't talked to me since,” he frowned, leaning against the counter beside the door. “I've gone over everything I said…and…”
    Wufei didn't press about why it had to be Quatre who'd done something, because he'd seen Heero slinking around the house all evening. He'd noted that Heero's attention kept slipping back to Duo's room, and he'd seen the way Heero'd been looking at Quatre when Quatre would venture out for attention.
    Wufei fought his grin and slight disbelief. “Why don't you go back in there, give him the soda, and kiss him?” Wufei asked, indicating the second can Quatre was holding. “Just…go throw yourself at him, he'll get over it. I'm sure he'll be nice and snuggly for you.”
    Quatre frowned at him, then turned back to the room as he decided to take the Chinese teen’s advice. He blinked when Duo appeared in the door before he could open it, and Duo backed up, allowing him in. The guy continued to back up as they stared into each other's eyes, nearly sprawling backwards on his bed. “I want my good night kiss,” Quatre muttered, crawling on top of the other boy.
    “Keep that up and you'll get more than a kiss…” Duo muttered.
    Quatre blushed at the very idea of sleeping with Duo, stopping his motion.
    Duo chuckled, flipping Quatre so the slightly smaller teen was pinned firmly beneath him. “You really want to start something, don't you?” he muttered, grinning as he kissed the blond.
    Quatre chuckled nervously in response, wrapping his fingers into Duo's and pausing, pulling his hand away to look at the small coin Duo was holding–had been flipping. He lay back, studying the thing as Duo studied his eyes, wanting to know his reaction.
    “What is this?” Quatre asked, trying to figure out what the markings were around the edges of it. They were rubbed off, however, and only the vague silhouette of some past king or emperor remained.
    “No idea,” Duo muttered, taking the coin back and pocketing it, rolling off the other and sighing as he stared at the ceiling. “Quatre?”
    “Yeah?” Quatre returned, sitting up to look down at Duo, all innocence in his ignorance.
    Duo stared at him a long moment and smiled slightly. “I love you.”
    Quatre's face split into a sincere grin and he blushed again, moving to lie across Duo's chest and bury his face in his neck. “I love you, too, Duo…”
    Duo pulled him closer, closing his eyes a long moment before pushing back at the other slightly. “You're right,” he muttered. “It's time for bed,” he stood, setting the coin on his headboard, dropping his jeans and pulling off his shirt.
    Quatre nodded, though he was already stripped down to boxers, scurrying under Duo's blankets with a slight knot of anxiety in his stomach. They'd never actually slept together.
    Duo turned back to the bed, looking taken aback for a brief moment before moving to the door–locking it, and flicking off the light.
    “Duo?”
    Duo slid next to Quatre. “Yeah?”
    “You really want to come with me to Italy, right?”
    “Yeah,” Duo replied, taken aback yet again. “Of course I do. I don't want to leave you.” The sincerity in the uncertainty of the question made him forget his guilt.
    “Its just…today you've been…I mean…”
    Duo sighed heavily, sitting up again to grab Quatre's hand, realizing something.
    He didn't want to lie; he didn't want to have that guilt in his stomach…
    “I…kissed Heero,” he said quietly.
    Quatre froze, the giddy happiness that had been welling up inside him slowly starting to drip away.
    “I'm sorry,” Duo added.
    Quatre's throat clenched.
    'There won't be a next time!'
    “I'm so sorry…” Duo repeated, dropping his chin to his chest and waiting for the inevitable, for Quatre to start shouting at him, or to just get up and leave…
    A slight tremor moved through Quatre, and he didn't act for a long moment. His voice was thick when he finally could manage to speak again. “You promised.”
    Duo dropped his head.
    “Promise me now, for reals, Duo…For real, because this hurts…”
    “I'm sorry…” Duo muttered.
    “I don't want to hear your apologies!” Quatre snapped viciously, nearly shouting in the process.
    Duo fell silent, slowly raising his face to meet Quatre's eyes.
    They were filled with angry tears.
    Duo pursed his own lips, feeling his own tears filling his eyes. “I swear to you on my soul…”
    Quatre let out a relieved breath, throwing himself into Duo's arms.
    Duo pulled him tighter to himself, staring at the wall and blinking his eyes slowly. He didn't like how weak Quatre felt in his arms, he didn't like how vulnerable Quatre felt in his arms…
    And that's what happens when you give your all, he focused on his coin, which was glowing slightly under the light of the alarm clock. You give your all to the person you trust. You can be weak in their arms…you can rely on their strength…he swallowed.
    “You kissed him, or he kissed you?” Quatre demanded, a note in his voice that Duo'd never heard before.
    “I…” he hesitated, realizing he had an out–if only he'd stop fucking over the one person who truly loved him…
    I won't do it again, he decided mentally.
    “I don't know,” Duo muttered, raising his head like he was thinking, meeting Quatre's eyes through the dark room. He swallowed. “He was reading that packet from Une, and I could tell he'd stopped reading, so I moved next to him to help…and we were talking…and…we kissed.”
    There was another long silence.
    “You do love me?” Quatre asked finally, his voice also filled with that vulnerability.
    “I always have,” Duo muttered, pressing his cheek to Quatre's firmly. “And I always will.”
    “Like a bad love song…” Quatre muttered, his tone slightly amused.
    Duo smiled slightly. “Like an over-played love song.”
    Quatre laughed, pulling back to meet his eyes. “Don't do that to me anymore,” he muttered.
    “Do what?”
    “Don't make me think it was me.”

- -

    “So what did you and Duo do?” Wufei asked Heero quietly as they stood on the back porch.
    “What?” Heero demanded too quickly.
    “You heard me, Yuy. I saw you slinking around yesterday like a cat who'd gotten into the cream. I saw how upset Duo was. What did you do?”
    “What we did is none of your damn business,” Heero replied laconically, his tone implying that he was very pleased with himself as they moved into the kitchen.
    Wufei turned to stare at him and study his eyes; aware that Heero's eyes were like mirrors and showed nothing of his own feelings or thoughts when he didn't want them to.
    Wufei smirked. “So what can I do to make it happen again?”
    Heero blinked, losing his cool from shock.
    Wufei focused on Quatre in a way similar to something Duo'd used to do to Heero–Quatre and Duo were wrapped up together on the couch, looking more than happy to remain exactly as they were until someone made them move.
    “You're kiddin' me…” Heero muttered, eyes moving to Quatre, then back to Wufei.
    Wufei sniggered. “I am, but that's beside the point.”
    Heero turned back to him sharply, the featureless mask snapping onto his face in an instant.
    Wufei smiled, tracing Heero's jaw gently with one finger a moment before turning and starting into the living room main, glancing back at Heero as he slid next to the pair on the couch, rubbing Quatre's shoulder obviously as he smirked down at Duo. “How about letting someone else sit on the couch?” he demanded.
    Quatre, who'd turned at his touch and immediately tried to pull away from it, turned to look at Wufei's expression in shock.
    “Oh fine,” Duo muttered, pulling himself up and hesitating until Quatre actually crawled off of him.
    Wufei very obviously took a deep breath of the blonde's hair.
    He actually didn't smell bad.
    The point, however, was that Heero was biting it, hook, line, and sinker.
    Quatre moved away from Wufei as quickly as he could manage it, giving Wufei as mildly angry glare as he curled into Duo's lap.
    Duo somehow managed to remain oblivious.

- -

    “So…let's recap, shall we?” Hilde demanded of Wufei, staring at him in mild amazement. “You…came on to Quatre right under Duo's nose…and you're…shocked that he decked ya?”
    Wufei glared at the girl from his uncovered eye.
    “You came-on to Quatre?” she added as if politely disbelieving.
    “Shut-up, would ya?”
    Her face split into a grin as Zechs coughed from where he was leaning against the counter. That distracted her instantly, and she bounced from her seat to lean against him, staring up into his face with a vacant expression of adoration. “I'm right, aren't I?” she demanded.
    Zechs' eyes flicked to Wufei, who was glaring at him in an expectant irritation. He leaned over and kissed Hilde lightly, still eyeing Wufei, who rolled his eyes and looked away.
    “Yeah,” Zechs muttered finally, staring at Wufei. “You are right.”
    Wufei sighed, sliding lower in his seat and focusing on the pair again. “I hope you get caught,” he informed them.
    Zechs' expression darkened.
    Hilde turned back to him, rolling her eyes and brushing that off as the pettiness it was. “Get over it,” she instructed, moving toward him again and moving the ice-pack he was holding over his eye. “This will look lovely at camp.”
    Wufei sighed, lowering the ice to the table with a thud to glare at her with both eyes, well, what wasn't swollen of the right one. “They won't think anything of it,” he informed her. “Heero and I have both shown up to courses with blackened eyes.”
    “From…each other?” Zechs asked, frowning.
    Wufei gave Zechs a slightly facetious look. “From brawls, dumb-ass. We're not good boys. We've been known to sneak into bars.”
    Zechs frowned again. “Meaning that Une and Poe know you go into bars…”
    Wufei grinned at him. “Do they?”
    Zechs frowned again.
    “So what did you do?” Hilde demanded, leaning forward in her seat again, studying Wufei; drinking up his injury and the complete disbelief that brought her to it.
    Wufei sighed. “I told you, I made a move on Quatre…”
    “Wufei!” she nearly shouted.
    There was a stir from Duo's room.
    Hilde giggled, flicking her hair back and rising. “Fine, you boys play nice now,” she winked at Zechs, then moved into the living room, crossing to Duo's room to push the door open.
    Of course, Duo and Quatre were making out…she made a slight face and flicked the light on. “None of that unless I'm involved.”
    Duo smirked at Quatre. “Then get over here.”
    Quatre blushed slightly, shoving Duo off and sitting up to give Hilde a dirty look. “Can't you see we're busy?”
    Hilde shut the door and strolled languidly across the room to straddle the Arabian. “Yes, hence I want an invite,” she leaned down like she'd kiss him.
    Quatre avoided her mouth, giving her a look. “Don't.”
    She pouted at him, but slid next to him on the bed, giving Duo a look with raised eyebrows.
    “What?” he demanded, sitting up as well, running his hands through his hair like he still had his braid.
    “Wufei,” she returned simply, studying his eyes.
    Duo's eyes darkened.
    “What about him?” Quatre demanded darkly.
    “Why does he have a black eye?” Hilde returned, batting her eyes innocently.
    “Because he's a bastard.”
    “Like you have room to talk,” Quatre muttered, then froze, eyes going wide.
    “Mm…trouble in paradise…” Hilde giggled an evil little giggle.
    Duo had his eyes downcast, looking away.
    “What did you do?” Hilde demanded before Quatre could say more
    “I kissed Heero,” Duo replied quietly, still not looking at either of them.
    “I didn't mean it…Duo…” Quatre moved over to try and make his boyfriend meet his eyes.
    Duo avoided him. “It's fine, Quatre. You're right…don't…don't…just stop!” Duo snapped suddenly, breaking Quatre's grip before he could force him to look up, jumping off the bed.
    Quatre stared at him, amazed and obviously hurt.
    “I'm going for a walk,” Duo snarled at Hilde, directing his anger at her before turning and storming into the living room. “Fuck you, Wufei.”
    “Kiss my ass!” Wufei shouted back–they heard the Chinese teen moving around, but also Zechs, muttering something.
    The front door slammed.
    “Well, have fun in Italy,” Hilde muttered to Quatre, annoyed that her friend was giving her the effects of his anger. He'd continue to do it as well, he'd done it before.
    “Hilde, please don't leave…” Quatre muttered, chasing her and grabbing her by the arm. “You know I didn't mean that! I know how he's going to be with you…it was my fault…”
    Hilde stopped, sighing heavily and turning to meet his eyes.
    Quatre let her go, his eyes downcast.
    “It's fine, Quatre,” she released him from her own anger. “Go follow him.”
    “He wants to be alone,” Quatre muttered, looking away again.
    “Just do what I tell you, Quatre. You know I know how he works better than you do.”
    Quatre sighed, moving to plop onto Duo's bed, pulling his runners on before reaching to the far corner of the bed, grabbing his t-shirt and pulling it on.
    Hilde blushed, realizing suddenly that he'd had his shirt off from the beginning.
    Quatre stared at her reddening face in confusion a long moment before a slow smirk spread across his face and he lifted his chin to show her the very evident hickies–and slight bruises from bite marks.
    Hilde fled.

- -

    “So what are your plans for the summer?” Trevor asked Trowa, studying his stomach as they stood close together.
    “I'm going to meet with the circus on Monday, and we'll head to Spain,” Trowa replied, running his hands through his lover's hair. “And then I'll head out to the third cluster.”
    “I wish I could be there with you,” Trevor muttered, nuzzling Trowa's chest.
    “No,” Trowa returned easily. “It's fine this way. If I have to get pissed at the people, I won't have to worry that you're watching,” he winked.
    Trevor chuckled, leaning completely against Trowa. “How about the others?”
    “Duo and Quatre are going to Italy, and then they'll meet me in Spain,” Trowa sighed. “We're also going to the Caribbean.”
    “What?” Trevor demanded, pulling away to glare up at his lover. “Just like that? You're not even going to invite me? With that shit you pulled with Heero…”
    “I told you,” Trowa returned evenly. “I only did that to get him detention. It was twenty bucks out of Duo's pocket. Don't get so pissy with me.”
    The guy glared and pouted at him.
    Trowa sighed in irritation. “Anyway, when we're done at the Caribbean, we're going to the colonies. Quatre's paying all our way, there, I might add. It wasn't like I just decided to go on a whim. If other people were being invited, I'd take you, all right?”
    Trevor made a face looking away.
    Trowa sighed again, controlling his irritation. “Anyway, Wufei and Heero are going to a retraining camp. So part of what we'll be doing when we're there will be our own retraining.”
    “Why don't you all just go?” Trevor demanded, still petulant.
    “Because when we do shit like that we all ride the same wave-length and get ourselves in trouble,” Trowa rolled his eyes, pulling away from his lover. “I have to go.”
    “Why?” Trevor demanded, standing there uncertainly. “You know I'm leaving for the rest of the week…”
    “Maybe we should just end this now,” Trowa said levelly, looking up to the guy. “If you're going to have issues with me hanging out with my friends, I'm not even going to bother with this.”
    “Hanging out with your friend?” Trevor demanded, moving toward him in irritation. “What do you expect with what…”
    “With what I did with Heero?” Trowa finished coldly. “Yeah, and I told you about that before I did it, so imagine what I might do that I don't tell you.”
    The guy's face clouded and he started ringing his fingers. “You do…stuff…”
    “No,” Trowa replied, glaring. “But the fact that you accepted that I did so easily tells me that either you have a guilty conscious, or fuckin' trust issues that I won't even touch.”
    “So just like that? We're done, just like that? Doesn't matter that we fucked? That I bared my soul to you…”
    Trowa moved to the door, shaking his head in irritation.
    “You can't just…leave me…” Trevor was short on breath.
    Trowa turned back to him, shaking his head as he opened the door. “I just did.”