Gundam Wing isn't mine, and just about nothing about this story is, etc. Any flames, compliments (please, oh, please), or other comments should be sent to Suzaku1f@aol.com. --Kitsune-chan

Conflicting Obsessions: Part Four

Heero Yuy's eyebrows knitted together in concern. 'What did that baka do now?' He hefted the weight of his fellow pilot to his left arm as he reached out to open the door to their shared room.

A moan escaped soft lips and violet eyes fluttered open briefly. Heero stopped, captivated, gazing at the waterfall of chestnut and the dazed, sunset purple eyes that were attempting to focus on him. A soft, but insistent push on Heero's back shattered the enchantment.

"You should get him on his bed, Heero," Wufei's voice came wryly and tinged with sarcasm. Heero frowned and carried the limp body in his arms over to Duo's bed. Settling the pilot down, he sat down at the edge.

"He looked like he was awake before," he said simply. A wet washcloth was placed on Duo's forehead and he loosened Duo's belt. Heero couldn't help but stare. 'I didn't know anyone could fit into pants that tight... Not that I'm complaining...What are you thinking? This is *Duo*! That loud-mouthed braided baka! He shouldn't make you want him this badly...' The Japanese pilot shook his head, as if to shake the conflicting thoughts out of his head. Duo started to stir, and Heero's breath caught at the violet eyes finally focusing straight on him.

Oo-~~~-oO

Chang Wufei tailed after Heero, sure that the Wing pilot would trip on the cascade of chestnut hair. He snorted to himself. 'That hair really is so senseless. He should cut it off, even though I must admit that it is very pretty.' His thoughts turned to a much more sensible head of hair, hair that was short, fluffy, and golden.

Wufei nearly ran into Heero. The idiot was just standing in the doorway, staring down at the unconscious form in his arms. Wufei rolled his eyes. 'This is *not* the time to gaze at your lovely friend, dammit.' He gave Heero a little shove.

"You should get him on his bed, Heero," he stated. The pilots filed into the room with Relena not far behind. Wufei took mental note of the gentleness with which the spandex-clad pilot lay Duo on the bed.

"He looked like he was awake before," Heero muttered.

"He's not now," Quatre's light voice drifted to Wufei.

The Arabian boy kicked the door softly closed behind him, nearly tipping over the water-filled bowl in his arms. Catching it back into balance, he dipped a washcloth into it. With the washcloth, he caressed Duo's forehead, the blonde's eyes filled with concern. Quatre worked at Duo's large leather belt, earning an amused eyebrow-lift from Trowa. Wufei glanced at the Wing pilot. 'Ha! That idiot is lost!' Shenlong's pilot nearly laughed at the rapt expression on Heero's face as he gazed longingly at the leather covering the braided boy's legs and other places.

Violet eyes fluttered open, staring up at the ceiling. They came to rest on an agitated pair of cobalt ones.

Oo-~~~-oO

Duo Maxwell returned to the world of the living with a crashing headache. The sight that greeted him was that of a cracked and water-stained ceiling. Hearing breathing, he looked down. Straight into the eyes of a certain spandex-wearing psychopath.

Duo's breath caught, not able to get past the constriction in his chest. 'Every time I look at him... Oh God, I'm so in love with him.' Startled by his own silent confession, Duo bolted up. The washcloth fell softly to his lap. The American's face reddened as he noticed his belt was undone, baring much skin. The soft snort of laughter coming from Wufei's general direction caused Duo to grab the blanket, pulling it up to his waist. He gingerly touched a hand to his head, partly to hold in the throbbing headache, and partly because the night's events came rushing back, overwhelming him. Five sets of eyes stared at the violet-eyed pilot.

"Exactly... what happened?" Quatre asked softly. Duo turned to him, burying his face in Quatre's pink shirt, tugging on the long sleeves. The Arabian nearly pulled back in surprise, but held onto Duo's back until Duo's breathing became steady.

"All those people... All dead..." Duo whimpered. Quatre pulled him close as he began sobbing.

"It's alright... shh... it's alright."

Oo-~~~-oO

Quatre Raberba Winner held the weeping pilot close to him, a little shocked. Something very wrong had clearly happened. 'And judging by his clothing, he wasn't ready for it...' The Wing Zero Death Glare aimed at him was slightly unnerving, but he figured Heero wouldn't be able to do anything about it. When Duo's sobs died down, Quatre spoke up quietly.

"Can you tell us now?"

Duo spoke softly in a monotone voice. Clawed hands clutched at Quatre's shirt, the empty eyes gazing into the distance near Heero. The Wing pilot's eyes narrowed at the part of the longhaired abductor.

"...And then he grabbed my wrists, holding me back in the alley. And then he... uh, I mean... I broke away..." Duo's cover up for his slip wasn't convincing. Quatre wondered what had happened that Duo wanted to keep a secret. Apparently, so did Heero. Duo squeaked as the Japanese boy grasped his chin and he was pulled roughly forward, right into Heero's face.

"What... did he do after he grabbed your wrists?" The menacing tone didn't escape Duo's awareness. Now on his hands and knees, Duo desperately searched for a way out of his predicament.

"He fell down?" Duo guessed weakly.

"Wrong." Heero pulled out his gun.

"He let go of me?"

"Wrong." Heero cocked the gun.

"I really can't say?"

"Wrong again." Heero placed the gun to Duo's head. Duo squeezed his eyes shut,

"Hekissedme," the braided pilot blurted. The gun left his temple and he fisted his sheets in his hands, waiting for a punch. Flinchingly, one violet eye opened to find Heero staring at him.

"Hn." Heero stood up and left the room. Everyone watched him go, silently. Relena chased after him, crying out his name.

"Heeeeerooo!" The remaining four pilots winced at the sound. Three returned to staring at a blushing Duo.

"He... kissed you?" Wufei inquired, one eyebrow twitched with ill-concealed amusement. "Was it your first kiss?" Duo ducked under the covers, holding them over his head. Quatre got an impish gleam in his eye.

"I'll bet it was a French kiss! Was he cute?" the normally sweet voice crowed with laughter.

"Too bad for you it wasn't Heero!" Wufei mocked, causing Duo to blush redder under the covers.

".....!" taunted Trowa. He and the blonde pilot collapsed in giggles, tears streaming down their faces. They were too involved in crying with laughter and hugging each other to notice the pain in the Chinese pilot's eyes.

Oo-~~~-oO

Heero Yuy stalked into the kitchen, a whining Relena in tow. The jeers of the other pilots drifted out as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Relena's incessant whining was put to the edge of his mind. Sipping his coffee, he pretended to listen to Relena, pretended not to hear the laughter and jokes being cracked in the nearby room.

"Too bad for you it wasn't Heero!"

Heero sputtered his coffee all over the table, coughing. Relena jumped up, patting his back.

"What's wrong Heero? Are you all right?"

The coffee began dripping off the counter. Heero wordlessly stood, using paper towels to clean up the offending liquid. 'Wufei, I am going to kick your ass. And then I'm going to kill you. Slowly. Painfully.'

End of Part Four!

Author's notes: Sasha, when you read this, think of Jack when you see the "Wrong." and gun part. (My friend Jack is FRIGHTENINGLY like Heero, in looks, mental stability, and he's good with computers... He even says "I'm going to kill you" the exact same way! Now if only I could get him to say it in Japanese...) And think of Nathaniel with the pants. Sorry to the rest of you. I don't think I have any general notes about this one... But PLEASE write (Suzaku1f@aol.com)!! --Kitsune-chan