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Heero Yuy came into the room and stopped dead in his tracks. What he saw caused him to scowl. "That's my spot," he addressed Duo Maxwell.
Duo narrowed his eyes right back. "Well, it looks like it's mine now, doesn't it?"
"It's my spot. You're in my spot." Heero crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at the languidly sprawled pilot.
"Yeah?' Duo wasn't going to make this easy. "You appeared to have lost it."
"I have NOT. It's right there and it's mine." Heero gestured and crossed his arms again.
"Actually, it's mine now."
"No, it can't be yours. It's mine and it's BEEN mine. You're in my spot. Get out of it NOW." Heero put on his best I Will Kill You look.
Duo just snuggled into it more closely. "Mine."
"NOT yours, mine. Get. Out."
"Oh, look, Trowa got Quatre to go down on him..." Duo pretended to look across the room to where three other pilots were carefully ignoring the entire conversation, though at this last comment, there was a hastily whispered exchange, then silence again.
Heero wasn't fooled. "You idiot, I'm not falling for that. Get out of my spot. Now."
"But I'm all comfy here!" Duo put on a Poor Me Pout, his prettiest. "It's been such a hard day, and I'm tired and I like it here."
"And I've had a hard day as well," Heero snapped. He hated the Poor Me Pout. Someone always seemed to let Duo have his way when he did that. "I want my spot back!"
"Hmph," Duo made a noise, unconvinced. "Go get your own spot. I think I'll keep this one."
Fists clenched, and teeth gritted together. "I may go get my gun..."
From across the room, a voice called, "Duo, just give him your spot."
"It's MY spot!" Heero growled.
"His spot," Quatre corrected, rolling his eyes. "Come on, we want to watch this movie."
"You're giving me a headache," Wufei complained.
"He did have it first, Duo," Trowa reminded the black-garbed pilot.
Duo flipped his braid back over his shoulder. "But he left it, didn't he?"
"Now you're just being ridiculous," Heero snapped, edging forward menacingly.
Above Duo there was a decided snicker.
Heero's venomous gaze turned to the source of the snicker, though his tone of voice was considerably gentler. "You're not helping matters much."
A low, husky voice explained, "But he's right, you did leave 'your spot'."
Heero narrowed his eyes. "Not you, too!"
"Give it up, Heero-man!" Duo chortled, enjoying the look of consternation on the reticent pilot's face. "You lost your spot!"
"This is nuts," Heero muttered, then stepped forward and grabbed Duo's arm. "Up."
"You'd better go, he looks a bit focused," the low, husky voice murmured.
"Damn," Duo replied then let Heero haul him to his feet. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to share sometimes."
Heero glared at him. "Not sharing this. Ever." He all but shoved the other boy away from him.
Duo turned, hands on his hips, and watched as Heero unceremoniously deposited himself in the now vacated "spot". "Geez, you're a possessive bastard, Yuy..."
"Watch it," Heero muttered as he settled comfortably into the place Duo had vacated. "Mmmm, this is better..."
"How can you tolerate him?" Duo asked the man now tucking Heero into his arms,
Zechs Merquise smiled. "He has his moments."
Heero grumped some more, even as his lover folded long arms around him and pulled him back against his chest. "You let Duo take my spot," Heero accused him.
"It was vacant." Zechs pressed repentant kisses against the dark brown, unruly hair. "All the other chairs were taken and Duo wanted a pillow."
"Hn. You're not a pillow, you're mine." Heero glowered at Duo who still stood over them, watching avidly. "What the hell do you want now, Maxwell?"
"If you don't talk nice to him," Duo pointed out reasonably, "I may have to do something."
Heero scowled at him, incensed. He sat up stock straight, pulling out of his lover's arms. "What IS this? Do you have a death wish?"
"Shhh, it's okay, little love," Zechs murmured into his ear, trying to soothe Heero and draw him back against him. "Duo is just teasing." But the wiry pilot was like immovable stone.
Duo crossed his arms over his chest. "Maybe I'm not..." Behind him, the other three hastily got to their feet, ranging themselves around them just out of reach, ready to step in if Duo and Heero came to blows. It wouldn't have been the first time.
"Duo?" Zechs asked, wondering.
Now Duo looked directly at the older pilot. "I don't like how he treats you, Zechs. He's an idiot to do so... in fact, he's insane. Surely you realize this?"
Heero tried to launch himself at Duo, but Zechs was faster, the long-fingered, elegant hands like steel cords on Heero's arms abruptly. "You bastard, what business is it of yours?" Heero snarled at the audacious Duo Maxwell. "This is MINE!"
Zechs sat up, still holding Heero tightly, quickly murmuring softly in his ear as Duo merely stared back impassively. Heero continued to glare at Duo, but after a few words from Zechs, he began to calm down. In fact, the more Zechs whispered, the more Heero began to melt against him and settle down.
Finally, Heero glanced back up at Duo again. "I'm sorry, Duo." He glanced around at the others ranging around them; at his sharp glance, they backed off. He then looked at his adversary again, who was waiting patiently. "I'll be nicer to Zechs... and when I'm not around, you can have my spot... until I show up, that is."
Duo gaped at him, his mouth hanging open. "Huh? Just like that? Zechs, what the hell did you say to him?"
Zechs got Heero settled back against him again as they both relaxed back into the pillows, Heero's head resting on Zechs's shoulder. "Oh, I just told him everything lovers like to hear... like the fact that nothing or no one could take him from his spot as first in my heart. And..." The elegant Tallgeese pilot chuckled with mirth. "I told him that if he didn't behave, I would tell my sister where to find him."
Duo nodded, respectful of the threat. One of the reasons they were all in hiding on this colony was to escape the wrath of OZ... and the machinations of one very persistent girl named Relena Peacecraft. Not to mention the need for retrofitting of most of their Gundams and the Tallgeese for space. After the battle between Zechs and Heero in Antarctica, only Trowa hadn't been surprised when Zechs and Heero had taken up together after the former had mysteriously surfaced on their doorstep after the Gundam pilots had returned to space. Running from OZ was as good an explanation for his appearance as any. Trowa had explained to the astounded Duo, Quatre, and Wufei that the "battles" between Zechs and Heero had been essentially some sort of elaborate courtship ritual that only the two of them fully understood.
"Her," Heero grumped, though the venom had plainly gone out of him. "She's a stalker."
"Right," Duo muttered, then sighed as he plopped back down on the floor again... within reach. "Well, thanks, Zechs for calming him down. Heero... I won't abuse the privilege, I promise."
Heero nodded, then closed his eyes. "I guess he's big enough to handle us both," he murmured.
"Yeah?" Duo perked up, grinning. With a nod and a smile, Zechs opened his free arm for the pilot with the long braid.
"Ooof!" Zechs gasped as Duo collided with his chest with a little too much enthusiasm. "Easy, there!"
[My spot,] Heero thought, still stubborn. Then he laid a hand over Zechs's heart and relaxed. [Mmmm, my spot...]
"Back to the movie," Quatre sighed as Trowa slid an arm around his waist. "Don't they look good together, the three of them?" he added to his lover in a whisper.
"Mmm-hmmm," Trowa replied, steering Quatre back to the sofa.
"Hmph," Wufei made a non-committal noise and sauntered back to his chair.
Duo took the end of his braid and brushed it teasingly against Heero's cheek. "You're going to enjoy this, I promise..."
Heero endured the teasing, especially when he felt his tall lover drop a kiss on top of his head. [My... spot... mine... mine... ours...]
The End