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Conversations with Trowa Heero stopped short in the doorway to the living room, spotting Trowa in his usual spot on the couch. ". . ." "Quatre mentioned you wanting to talk to me, Trowa. Is something wrong? Has another mission come in for us?" ". . ." "… about Duo and Wufei?" Heero frowned. //Why would Trowa want to discuss those two with him?// ". . ." "Yes, I am aware of the games they’ve been playing. It shouldn’t be a problem. Both Duo and Wufei can handle themselves." ". . ." "What do you mean will *I* be able to handle it? I’m not involved in it." Both of the pilots knew that Heero was wrong. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In an effort to take a breather from Duo’s antics and calm the vein which was now constantly pulsing in Wufei’s forehead, the pilots decided to have an outing. One in which Duo and Wufei might have as little contact with each other as possible – and as little potential for teasing or humiliation as possible. They had decided to go to the movies. It was almost 12 am, so the "day" crowd of parents and kids going to a weekend showing had turned into the "date" crowd. Wild groups of teenagers laughing loudly and slightly older couples who went to get away from the pressures of work were roaming through the parking lot and jockeying for position in the ticket line. Typically, Trowa and Quatre had paired off and were discussing what to see. The movie theater they frequently visited was a 24-hour theater, one of those that played movies from *way* before their time, but they all enjoyed watching the old films -- they were a never-ending source of amusement. (Especially the sci-fi ones -- aliens on Mars and all that. Mars was actually a very nice, but uninhabited planet.) The selection for tonight was a varied one, as usual. Trowa had been intrigued by one of the titles -- Silence of the Lambs. [1] Silence and animals, two of his favorite things. Could one ask for anything more? Apparently, one could, if one was Quatre. Quatre had been on a Disney movie binge for the past month and was staring enrapturedly at a Lion King poster. Quatre looked over at Trowa, pleadingly. "Trowa, please, you *know* I love Disney movies -- I just *have* to see the Lion King!" Quatre continued persuasively, "Besides, you know you love lions -- this is about the king of the lions... come on, Trowa, you know you’ll like it!" Trowa sighed, unable to resist Quatre’s pleading look. Trowa didn’t think *anyone* was able to resist Quatre when he got that pleading look on his face and he did that wobbling-thing with his eyes. [2] ". . ." "Thank you Trowa! You won’t regret it! We’re going to have *so* much fun!" Quatre gushed as he dragged Trowa over to the closest ticket line. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Meanwhile.... Duo and Heero had also paired off. Or rather, it happened that Duo dragged Heero with him to see whatever it was he was in the mood for that day, and left Wufei standing in the middle of the parking lot glaring at Duo’s braid as it flapped behind him. Duo looked up at the movie listings chart and pumped a fist in the air as he spotted something interesting. "Anime, Heero! They have anime! Yosh!" "Hn." "They’re playing the first few episodes of Shinkidousenki Gundam 8th Mobile Suit Team!" [3] Duo was practically jumping up and down at the news. "I’ve been dying to see it!" Duo dragged Heero behind him once again as he got in line to purchase his tickets, so he didn’t notice that Heero’s mask of indifference slipped as he let loose a small, but significant, smile. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wufei also looked at the movie listings chart and glared as Duo bounced by with Heero walking a bit more sedately behind him. Then he glared at the movie choices. He snorted and started ticking them off. "Disney movies. Anime. Sentimental *onna* films. Don’t they have anything appropriate for a warrior like myself here?" Then Wufei’s eyes rested on a title that intrigued him. He didn’t know what it was about, but with that kind of title, it *had* to be something good, ne? Wufei’s stride was determined as he got in line to purchase a ticket for himself to something called "The Wizard of Oz." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Since the day crowd had filtered out by 10 o’clock, the theater showing "The Lion King" was conspicuously empty except for 2 boys who were seated together toward the back of the theater. "See, Trowa, don’t you like the movie already?" Trowa flushed a bit as Quatre breathed into his ear. Quatre put an arm around him and made a noise which could only be described as something between a purr and a growl. Apparently Quatre liked the idea of having a king lion. That night Trowa had put on a black button-down shirt in place of his usual turtleneck, so it was appallingly easy for Quatre to undo a few buttons, slide a hand into Trowa’s shirt, and begin to stroke Trowa’s chest. ". . ." Quatre looked around the empty theater. "Don’t worry, Trowa, there’s no one here. All the parents stop bringing their children to the theater this late, so all the animated film theaters are usually empty." ". . ." Quatre blushed as he realized he had revealed the reason for his little Disney movie "binge" recently. He couldn’t seem to help getting turned on by the thought of getting hot & heavy with Trowa in a public place. He couldn’t figure out why either -- was it the element of danger, always on the verge of being discovered? But Quatre didn’t think of himself as an exhibitionist. But he shrugged mentally and decided that if he’d been revealed, then, well, he’d go for it all the way. Quatre smiled seductively as he climbed over the armrest and into Trowa’s lap. Sitting astride Trowa’s legs, he began to nibble along the side of Trowa’s neck. Trowa grabbed at Quatre’s hips to pull him closer. Quatre’s jean-clad ass rubbed over Trowa’s still-growing erection and Trowa shuddered. "But Mommy! I want to see the movie! I want to see the lions!" "I know dear, but it’s late and... I changed my mind... we can see it another time. Or we can rent it, Brian. Now let’s GO." Quatre and Trowa both sprang away from each other as they heard the child’s plea and the mother’s improvised excuse. They both blushed to the roots of their hair as they rushed out of the theater. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Bwaaaahahahahahaha!" Duo’s signature laughter spilled out of the theater. "Man! I can’t believe that guy’d go after the enemy in one of those prehistorical "BALL" things!" [4] ::snicker:: "And did you see that missile, Heero? Bwahahaha! It was *so* blatantly a phallic symbol! I just can’t believe they did that!" With every statment and snort or snicker of laughter, Duo would emphasize his point by slapping Heero on the arm or the leg closest to him. Heero didn’t really mind for all that he glared. It was Duo’s way of sharing the moment with him. Duo continued his comments. "The guy pilot was cool -- he reminded me a little of myself, but boy were they acting rediculous! I mean, they’re enemies and they met for 10 minutes! Who falls in love in *10* minutes?!" //Except for me, that is.// "And who carries around a watch like that?! Stupid thing had wings and you could barely fit it into the palm of your hand!" Duo had continued slapping Heero’s leg, but suddenly found that his hand had landed in Heero’s crotch. His eyes shot up to meet Heero’s equally surprised ones. Heero had been amused at Duo’s comments, but at the one about falling in love he’d somehow turned toward Duo, just as Duo’s hand was coming in for another companionable slap. Which landed on his crotch. He saw Duo’s eyes widen and shoot up to meet his own as if in slow motion. Duo gulped. //Guess it’s now or never.// "Hee...Heero..." Quatre burst into the theater as if the hounds of Hell were at his heels. "Duo! Heero! I’m so glad we found you!" Trowa followed behind, not as frantic, but still a little flushed from their... interruption. Duo and Heero had been staring into each other’s eyes, but when Quatre burst in, their eyes shot out of contact with each other and turned toward the out-of-breath pilot. "Why." Heero said. That brought Quatre up short. "Uh...." Trowa interrupted ". . ." Quatre shook his head emphatically. "That’s right. The movie got a little... boring... so we decided to leave. How was your show? Is it over? Do you know which movie Wufei went to see?" Duo looked suspiciously at Quatre’s babbling and rapid breathing, but let the suspicions slide. //This time.// He had some of his own stuff to worry about, anyway. "Well, we only saw the first episode, but I don’t mind leaving now. What about you, Heero?" "No." "No, you don’t mind or no, you don’t want to leave?" "Baka." "I’ll take that as a no, you don’t mind. As to where Wu-man is... I think I saw him go into theater #13. Don’t know what’s playing there, though." The four pilots went to go see what Wufei was up to. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wufei was bawling. BAWLING. Like a baby. He blew his nose into his kleenex. "Why won’t they just let her go HOME?!" [5] The four pilots had walked in on this last half-cry, half-whine. One turned right around and went back out into the hallway. "Bwaaaaaahahahahahaha!" They could all hear Duo’s hysterical, but muffled, laughter. Along with the pounding on the walls of the theater as Duo struggled to contain himself. Needless to say, it wasn’t working. Quatre opened his mouth to comment when Wufei’s head shot around as if he sensed Quatre’s words and glared him into silence. After that the three boys sat down a few rows behind Wufei and watched the movie in silence. Then Duo came back in, snickering. He opened his eyes wide when the three of the four pilots turned to glare at him. Heero just pulled him down into the seat he’d been saving next to him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [later on that night…] Wufei was crying. "How could the good witch be so heartless? Couldn’t she have told her earlier that all she had to do was click her heels together and wish to go home?" ". . ." Wufei looked over at where Trowa was setting the kitchen table. It was their turn at kitchen duty that day. "I *know* that onna understood in the end… and that it was all a dream anyway, but they should have told her! It’s the just thing to do!" Wufei sniffled as he put the chopped onions into the frying pan. "Hey Wu-man! Take a look at this!" Duo went into the kitchen clutching a magazine and sporting a wicked grin. He made his way toward where Wufei was standing in front of the stove. "What is it this time Maxwell?" Wufei asked in a resigned voice. Wufei had already gotten used to Duo’s not-so-subtle teasing about what he’d already dubbed the "Oz movie incident." Duo opened up what appeared to be a clothing catalog and pointed to a pair of shoes… red, shiny shoes. With a bow at the top. Duo snickered. "I think they have them in your size Wu-man. And they’re having a free-shipping special this month, so order now!" Duo laughed and dodged Wufei as he waved the spatula threateningly, finally running out of the room. ". . ." Wufei sighed. "I know he’s just trying to distract us from our whole situation. . . not to mention his little problem with Heero." ". . ." "I’m not as unobservant as you four seem to think I am." ". . ." "That’s okay, Trowa. Apology accepted. But Duo’s really grating on my nerves and if he and Heero don’t work something out soon, something bad’s going to happen." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Heero sat on his bed, smirking, thumbing through the pile of incriminating pictures. He really had to hand it to Duo, he thought, stopping at one of the pictures he’d had transferred from his video camera and subsequently developed. Catching Wufei coming out of the shower had been a stroke of genius. He paused in his perusal of Wufei’s indignant face. Although he was participating in Duo’s ongoing game with Wufei, he couldn’t really pinpoint the reason why he was gaining some measure of satisfaction in going along with it. It couldn’t be that Duo was finally rubbing off on him… could it? ==========================================
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