So Wrong Duo looked out the window, his eyes dark and thoughtful, a state they usually didn’t get to unless there was a problem.  But wasn’t there a problem?  Wasn’t this a problem?  For months the braided pilot hadn’t been able to think about anything beyond the boy who slept in the bed beside across the room from him.  Not surprising.  Well, liking a boy wasn’t a surprise at least.  How long had he and the Wing pilot been together?  Two months now since that first night?  Yes, two months exactly.  But that didn’t seem to count.  Heero was his lover, not a boyfriend.  Boyfriends hold you when you’re upset and tell you everything is going to be alright.  Duo lifted a hand to his bruised cheek.  They don’t hit you and call you an idiot.  They don’t lie to you and make you think they love you.  Boyfriends don’t point guns at you and call you a-  No, let’s not get on that again.  After all, isn’t he right? Duo asked himself.  Doesn’t he have a point?  He sighed heavily and rested his head against the window pane, feeling the cold glass against his skin.  It had been nearly a week since he and his current mission partner had gotten to the boarding school and still no contact.  Quatre was suppose to contact them with the name of the OZ ambassador’s son, their current assassination target.  The boys hadn’t planned on staying for more than three days, this new schedule was not working out.  Duo was finding it harder and harder to sleep in the same room as the other pilot.  Literally.  If only Heero hadn’t fucked Wing up so much on his last mission.  Then he’d be here instead of having to stay at the hanger to fix his gundam.  Not that him being here would be much better, Duo mused, thinking of the look that had flashed in Heero’s eyes right before he left last weekend.  I think I’d rather suffer with a hard on than a hard Heero. Suddenly the door opened and the object of Shinigami’s secret affection walked into the room, his face set and thoughtful.  The blue and while uniform of the OZ school looked as good on the other pilot as anything ever had.  Duo felt his stomach turn.  Why do these boarding school uniforms always have to be so tight? he wondered.  On some people they show so much, on me they don’t hide a thing!  “Duo, have you heard from Quatre yet?” that soft, smooth voice asked. He plastered a grin on his face, hiding as best he could the melting feeling that was threatening to overtake him.  “Nope, not yet.  Him and Trowa must be having a good time on their side of the mission, ne?”  He winked. Wufei rolled his eyes and sat on the bed, a troubled frown creasing his dark brow.  “It’s been a week.” Duo nodded and stood up, his mind pulling him towards the door and the safety of the hall way.  “Yep, sure has.  And because of them I have to take that Trig test Monday.  So, I should probably look at the book.”  He walked to the door of the room, his braid swinging behind him.  “Hell,” he added with a laugh,” I might just open it, too.  See you at dinner.” Once the door was closed, he let out the breathed he’d been holding.  Stop it, he ordered his pounding heart, and trying to quell the butterflies that were doing flips in his stomach as well.  As if on cue, the bruise on his cheek began to throb guiltily.  “I saw you looking at him,” Heero growled in a low voice.  He had Duo’s upper left arm in a vice grip, squeezing harder every second.  His eyes blazed accusingly, boring into the Deathscythe pilot with an intensity only the Perfect Solder could manage. “No I wasn’t.  Heero, let go.  Please, you’re hurting me.”  Duo knew he sounded weak and pathetic, and he hated himself for it.  He wished he could take the words back, or at least make them more forceful.  “I wasn’t looking at him.  I swear-“ The braided boy was silenced by a hard slap across the face.  Heero tightened his grip even more, holding Duo in his place, not allowing him to move away.  “If you ever look at him again, you will be sorry.” Just then the door to the hanger opened.  Trowa stuck his head in and called, “I’m going with Quatre.  Duo, you get the boarding school,” and was gone just as quickly. Duo turned from the door back to meet his lover’s heavy glare.  Heero slowly released him and said, “If you do anything, you little slut, you are going to be so sorry.” Walking down the hall with long, quick strides, Duo pushed the memory away.  That had been a week ago and the bruise was only presently turning to a dull yellowish color.  There were also heavy, grayish-green finger prints on his arm.  He doesn’t mean to hurt me, he told himself.  Heero just gets carried away some times.  He’s protective.  He just-  He just loves me, that’s all. The words sounded fake even to him. ************************************ Wufei sat on the bed for a while after Duo had left the room, thinking about their situation.  Not only were they stuck with no way to contact Quatre and Trowa, but they also had no way of leaving until the job was done.  And, of course, Trowa had wanted to spend some time with Quatre, leaving him with the biggest idiot in the world. Who the hell, besides Duo, could get hurt falling out of their gundam?  He shook his head.  If I ever did that I would be too ashamed to go near Nataku ever again for any reason.  Wufei glanced over at Duo as he climbed into the passenger seat of the truck.  He had just finished saying his good-byes to Heero and Deathscythe.  The Shenlong pilot noticed the red mark on the side of the other boy’s face. “What happened to you?” “Oh, nothing.  I was just getting something out of Deathscythe for Heero before I left.” “And that give you this?” he asked, turning Duo’s head so he could see the mark in the rear view mirror. “Well,” he said sheepishly with a shy grin, “I kinda fell trying to get out.  Landed on a pile of tools Heero had by Wing.”  He laughed a little.  “Pretty lame way to get hurt, huh?” Wufei didn’t reply, only turned the key in the ignition, a small thought nagging him slightly.  Something about the boy’s explanation just didn’t sound right.  But what- “Aren’t you too young to be driving?” “So are you,” he retorted. “I’m older than you.  Please-“ “No.”  In defense of his answer, Wufei added, “You can’t even get out of your gundam with out breaking something.  What makes you think I want you driving a truck that I happen to be in at the time?” Duo was quiet as he turned to look out the window. The Chinese boy didn’t feel one bit guilty. He should be ashamed.   Maybe that will keep him quiet for a while. And besides, I forgot to pack pain killers incase dealing with him for a twenty-seven hour drive gives me a headache. He is just plain useless, Wufei concluded to himself.  I don’t know what Heero sees in him. He stood up and walked to the computer that was sitting on the table.  Turning it on, he checked the e-mail.  Nothing.  Wufei sighed and switched the lap top back off and walked to the window.  He looked out at the cold, rainy afternoon sky.  The clouds moved lazily along,  It was going to be cold all weekend.  The boys would be confined to the dorms and hall ways.  Two days without classes, without good company, and with out an escape from the braided baka he shared a room with. Also, two more days without sleep. Duo had been having some kind of dreams ever since they got there.  Dreams that included loud moaning and the occasional mention of Heero.  Dreams that kept Wufei awake until some time around three in the morning when Shinigami would finally settle down into a deep sleep punctuated by short, shallow breaths and a deep, very annoying snore. Why couldn’t Heero or Trowa have just come?  Not saying either would be too much better for conversation and company, but at least they’re quiet. *************************** Duo went back to the dorm about ten minutes before lights out.  He skipped dinner, not wanting to face Wufei and the temptation he always felt when the boy was around.  He heard a low rumble of thunder and thought with dread about the two days of unoccupied time he would have to spend with the Chinese pilot.  There was a huge storm raging outside, threatening to pull the roof off the building. I hope the power doesn’t go- The lights flickered and went out completely. Damn it. *************************** Wufei lied on the bed, nothing else to do in the forced darkness.  He couldn’t even check the e-mail because the lap top wasn’t charged enough to even turn it on and there were no batteries.  Suddenly the door opened and Duo walked in, his math text under one arm.  “Thought you’d be asleep.  Early to bed early to rise.  All that shit.”  He dropped his book on the bed and moved in the dark, not paying any attention to his friend’s silence as he pulled a pair of sweat pants out of his dresser drawer.  Wufei suddenly sat up, the annoying boy’s presents reminding him of his torment from the past week.  That stupid radio of his!  It had been blaring heavy metal all week, shaking the windows a couple times.  Duo had almost had it taken away one time, but he was only given a warning.  It has to have batteries! He picked the radio up off the dresser and flipped it over. “Hey, Wu, what are you-  No!  Don’t kill the radio!  Man, now what are we going to listen to?”  The braided pilot let out an almost pained cry as his partner ripped the batteries out of the back of it.  The day the music died, Wufei thought with a smirk, basking in Duo’s protests.  Idiot.  “We need to check the computer and it isn’t charged.”  He set to radio down and picked up his lap top.  Within seconds the glow of the screen filled the room.  However, there was nothing.  Not even a hello letter from Heero- Come to think of it, that’s odd.  The Shenlong pilot looked at Duo out of the corner of his eye.  We’ve been gone four days longer than we planned and no messages have been sent out to or received from Heero’s address.  I’d think the happy little couple would be writing each other every day.  Or at least to get this delay thing straightened out.  Weird. “Can I have my batteries back now?” Duo asked impatiently, his hands planted firmly on his hips, a scowl on his face. “No.” “Wufei!  They’re mine!”  He made a grab for the computer, but Wufei pulled it away.  “Well I don’t feeling like listening to any of that shit you call music.  It’s my night off.” Duo reach around him, trying to get the computer and his batteries.  “I don’t care what you feel like doing!  Give ‘em back!”  He nearly fell as Wufei moved away from him and around the bed, his support beam gone.  “No!” the small boy yelled back.  He backed up to the wall, Duo looming towards him slowly. “Just give me the-“  He lounged, but Wufei jumped out of the way and onto the bed.  Jumping from one bed to the other and then down to the floor, he landed across the room and by the door.  Duo glared at him as lightening struck just outside their window.  Wufei was breathing a little hard, this being the most of a work out he’d gotten all week.  He waited for the other boy to dive after him, to try to pin him in the corner, but he didn’t.  He merely stood there looking, for all intensive purposes, like a pissed off child who could do nothing to his assailant. What’s wrong with him?  Isn’t he even going to try to get me?  He can’t be that worn out yet, Wufei wondered, a little disappointed.  For the first time since they got there he was having a little bit of fun.  Though he doubted he would admit that to his unwilling opponent in this little cat-and-mouse game. To Wufei’s surprise, Duo’s shoulders slumped and his glare fell.  He shook his head and walked into the dark bathroom.  Just then the back up generator kicked in, waking up the sleeping lights.  They were less bright by all means, only casting a light glow through the room, but it was enough to see with.  Duo closed the bathroom door, flicking the light on.  After a couple seconds the younger pilot heard the water in the shower start to run. ************************* Duo stepped under the cold spray of the water, his mind reeling.  Stony, uncaring words wrapped around his brain: “Give it to me!” “What?” Heero asked, holding up Duo’s favorite CD.  It was a new one, fresh from the North American market.  “You want this?”  In an easy, downward sweep, the dark pilot smashed the disk into pieces on the edge of the table.  Duo clenched his fists in restrained anger, his nails biting into the tender flesh of his palms.  Heero walked towards him slowly, a piece of the CD still in his hand.  “Don’t be so upset.”  He held it out for his lover to take.  “It wasn’t very good any ways.  You wasted your money.” With that he had walked out of the room, leaving Duo there to brood, frustrated tears stinging his eyes.  What bothered him most wasn’t that Heero had broken his new CD.  It wasn’t even that it was currently his favorite.  He was more mad because he had paid for it.  He hadn’t planned to, but just as he was about to slip the twenty-five dollar disk into his jacket he remember promising Heero he wouldn’t steel any more. “I hate him so much,” he whispered, squeezing the broken piece in his hand, cutting his palm even more. I hate him so much, Duo thought, closing his eyes and seeing Heero’s face hovering in the darkness.  God, I hate him.  He began to think about what just happened with Wufei.  He seemed to be enjoying himself.  What?  Is taking my things and breaking them or just plain not giving them back that much fun?  With a disgusted snort his punched the wall.  Maybe I should try it some time, huh? When he could no longer feel the cold water, his body numb to the very core, he stepped out of the shower and pulled his sweat pants on, wrapping his hair in a large towel which still couldn’t hold it all.  After standing there to let it dry a little, Duo threw the towel on the floor and picked up his brush, raking violently through his hair, pulling small clumps out with each careless stroke. After all the knots were gone, he braided it quickly to keep it from getting knotted again and opened the bathroom door.  He hoped Wufei was asleep. No such luck.  He was quite awake, reclining on his bed, reading a novel that had been assigned for the English and Grammar Study class they shared.  “Thought you’d be asleep,” he muttered, crawling into bed and pulling covers up over his shoulder.  He shivered slightly, cursing himself for picking the bed that was right under the AC vent. “All that early to bed shit, right?” “…” **************************** It started around eleven like it usually did.  Duo’s nightmare/very good dream- which ever it was.  Duo moaned a little and began to whimper, his body shifting under the blankets. Wufei sighed and rolled over so he wouldn’t have to watch the boy writhe.  Whatever he was dreaming about was personal.  All dreams are.  The moans began to come a little louder and with more-  What was that?  Pleasure?  Fear?  Which ever, the Chinese boy ignored them.  At least until he heard something that hadn’t been said in those fitful hours by the sleeping boy before. “Wufei, please…  No…”  Duo whimpered again. Wufei rolled over quickly, sitting up as he did so.  He stared and listened to other pilot’s words.  They came in short gasps and were none-more coherent than they were any other night.  Only this time, his name seemed to find its way in there every now and then, mixed with a few Heero’s, as well. What could he be dreaming about?  The boy found himself hoping that what ever it was, was on the nightmare side of the spectrum.  The thought of Duo Maxwell having a dream that sounded like that, and that also included himself, which wasn’t bad, disgusted him.  However, he had to admit it was also a little exciting.  With each time Duo moaned his name, Wufei felt the tightness in his abdomen grow tighter and tighter. Gods, what is wrong with me? he wondered.  This is Duo.  When the tightening sensation became too much, Wufei stood up and walked into the bathroom.  It wasn’t anything a cold shower couldn’t cure.  And I think I should talk to him in the morning.  Maybe find out what he’s been dreaming about this week.  Might give me an idea as to where my name comes in. ************************** Duo woke up in the morning, his mind thick with sleepy fog as he pushed the remaining pieces of his dream to the side, feeling more than a little sick once he noticed what was in those pieces. Where did that come from? he wondered.  Wufei and Heero have nothing in common.  He would never do anything.  He isn’t the type to get violent with anyone if he isn’t provoked.  I’m just being overly sensitive, that’s all, and I need to stop it.  If I keep bugging out when he’s around he might start to think something is wrong.  He may even, if we’re home when he really notices it, talk to Heero. He looked over at his friend who was already up, as he always was when Duo woke in the morning.  “Morning, Wu.  How’d you sleep?” ************************** How did I sleep?  What a perfect question to open the conversation.  “Not very well.  Truthfully, Duo, I haven’t slept all week.”  Now, should I take the annoyed or concerned approach?  Well, the annoyed might just make him lie to pacify me and that isn’t what I want.  So, concerned it is.  “Oh?  Why’s that?” “You.” *************************** You?!  Duo felt something clench in his stomach.  Hadn’t he fantasized about hearing that from the Chinese boy so many times?  “Duo, I couldn’t sleep because I was thinking about you all night.  I have a confession-“ Duo forced the familiar thought away.  There was no way that was what he wanted to talk about.  It just couldn’t be.  Could it? ************************* Wufei began tentatively, noticing to look on Duo’s face.  “I’m worried about you, Duo.  You- You keep talking in your sleep and it keeps me up. Well, are you having bad dreams, or something?” The look on the braided boy’s face was hard to read.  A little scared, sad, relieved maybe. ************************* Worried? Duo thought thinly.  He’s been worried about me because I’ve been talking in my-  An intense feeling of dread stole over him.  God what have I been saying? He thought over all the dreams he’d had over the week.  Violent dreams, most of them.  Usually Heero was in them, yelling at him, hitting him.  Some times it was the little dominance rape scenario where Heero beat him then forced him to have sex with him.  That one was most common.  But it didn’t mean anything, really… “Duo?”