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One Little Mistake

Prologue

Anxiety ran through the young man's veins as the thought kept repeating itself over and over in his head. Finally, he was ready. And he was going to tell it to his lover. He was ready. Today was the day, he decided. The day they'd take their relationship a step up. The day they'd…

"AAAAAH!"

"WOAH!"

Both Wufei and Quatre jumped back when the Chinese gently tapped the Arab's shoulder, snapping him from very deep thoughts.

"Don't, don't do that again!"

Quatre said, clutching his chest. Wufei raised an eyebrow.

"Just wanted to get to the cupboard."

With a blink, the blond realized he was leaning against the sink under said cupboard.

"So, sorry. Here you go."

He said, stepping away.

"Are you all right?"

"Su, sure! Why, why're you asking?"

Wufei merely shook his head and extracted the cookie jar from the cabinet.

"Want one?"

Shaking, Quatre took a cookie and began nibbling on it nervously. Wufei filled himself a small plate and was about to leave when Quatre called him back.

"Say, Wufei… Did you sleep with Duo?"

Had Wufei been anyone else, the plate would've hit the floor.

"Wha, what?!"

He stammered, turning to glare at Quatre. The Arab continued nibbling on his cookie, as though to hide behind it.

"You know, when you were together those months ago. Did you do it?"

A blushing Wufei; a sight to remember.

"None of your damned business."

The blush now mirrored itself on Quatre's face as he kept watching his hand the cookie now gone.

"You know what, forget it."

He tried to escape, yet the Chinese blocked his way.

"No, I want to know what that was supposed to mean, Winner!"

Both were now flushed red.

"Nothing. It meant nothing."

"So my love life, or lack thereof, is nothing to you? After all, you did ask…"

Quatre's eyes widened at the tone of Wufei's voice. The question just came out, he had no intention of hurting his friend.

"No! No, that's not what I meant at all!"

"Then what did you mean?"

"I… I donno!"

The two shouting at each other caused Heero to look up from his laptop, however, seeing as it calmed down, he returned to typing. Wufei's voice dropped to a dangerous hiss.

"You damn well know, otherwise you wouldn't have asked. That suits Maxwell. Not you."

Quatre wished he actually heard that touch of concern. If not, he was about to find out just how sharp Wufei kept his katana.

"Look, I'm sorry. Slip of the tongue. Got a low on my mind."

"Why not go stomp something with your Gundam? Always works for me."

The blond was about to escape when Wufei called after him.

"I'll let you off the hook, because it really seems like you're bothered. But try it again, Winner, and you'll find yourself on the sole of my Gundam's shoe."

"So you did sleep with Duo!"

Ok, Quatre admitted to himself; that was stupid. But he didn't sleep well, found out they were out of coffee, and he did have a lot on his mind. So sure, he deserved having cookies thrown at him as he ran out of the room; it was fun.

The broken sounds of a violin rang through the almost empty house when Duo came in.

"Oy, Quatre! I didn't know you had a cat!"

The blond stopped playing and blinked at him.

"I don't have a cat."
"Of course now, you just killed it!"

The braided pilot searched the fridge until he found a can of coke and settled down on the couch."

"Wouldn't cold things make your headache worse?"

"Yes."

"Ok"

The two remained silent until Duo finished his drink and looked at Quatre with a raised eyebrow.

"Something wrong?"

"Yeah… I mean no!"

Duo looked at his friend with a rather cynical expression.

"Right. That's why your violin sounds like Wufei in the opera."

A blink.

"Wufei sings opera?"

He got a shrug in return.

"Donno. But wouldn't that be scary?"

Duo chuckled, then frowned at the lack of reaction he was getting.

"Ok now. What's wrong?"

With a sigh that made his friend more worried, Quatre placed his violin back in its case and sat down on the armchair near the couch Duo was lying on.

"So, what's wrong?"

"Mind if I ask you something personal?"

"Sure. What's up? Wait…"

He cut Quatre off even before he had the chance to speak.

"Is it something with Trowa? Did he hurt you? Did he say anything? He didn't…"

The rambling ceased when Quatre placed his hand on Duo's mouth. Sure, Duo was tired and wanted to help, but Quatre was already losing his mind. He didn't need Duo to help him there.

"No. Nothing like that."

Duo relaxed a bit, but there was still something wrong. It's easy to tell with Quatre. It's either he's smiling even the least bit, or something's wrong. Now he was frowning.

"Duo… how do you know when… you know."

The braided one tilted his head.

"Know what?"

"You know."
"Know what?"

"You know."

"No, I don't."

Duo couldn't help raise an eyebrow at Quatre's blush.

"You know what, sorry I even bothered you. You should get your rest."

He turned to leave, but Duo was far too worried. And there was only one thing that could get Quatre that flushed. Duo smirked as he called the boy back.

"Quatre, listen. Whatever you're gonna do, it'll be ok. Just don't rush into things. Oh, and about the thing, I… use something. It hurts like hell otherwise."
"DUO!"

"Going to sleep, going to goddamn sleep!"

Everything was ready. The room, the bed, even the… lotion, Duo recommended. He was mentally ready… or mentally unstable, it seemed, as worry, excitement, and fear made a total mess in his head. Quatre couldn't help feeling all of those. After all, he was going to… you know…

The doorknob turned lightly, signaling that it was 'show time'. No more time to beat himself up over it. No more time being scared. He loved Trowa, that was all that mattered. And he sure as hell was going to prove it…

Unless something was to go wrong.