Bending the Rules
by Jade and Pharlain
The two men parted ways, and Zechs headed back to the table, feeling like a huge load had been lifted off his shoulders. He approached the table, glancing up to see Trowa walk past, peering in and looking at Treize, giving Zechs a thumbs-up.
Treize stood up as the blond man approached and said mildly, "What took you so long?"
Zechs replied, "I met someone I know. Sorry about that!"
Treize smiled and said "Your lover?"
Zechs looked up at his date, startled, and said, "I... we were just friends."
"It's ok. I know all about having 'friends.' In our, um, situation, one has to relieve one's tension while waiting for one's true love." Treize smiled at Zechs. "Don't worry about upsetting me."
Zechs decided he was seriously in love.
Treize drove him back to his office and walked him to his car. Zechs looked up at the older man and smiled. "I had a great time tonight."
"As did I," agreed Treize. "Zechs, may I kiss you?"
The blond man had never had anyone ask him like that. It was utterly romantic, and what was left of his heart melted completely then. He nodded, unable to speak, and let Treize take him gently in his arms.
Treize lowered his head, slowly closing the distance between their mouths. It seemed to take forever, but finally their lips touched, and Zechs felt like he had been waiting for this kiss his whole life. Perfect, soft, warm, the other man's lips pressed against his, undemanding. Trying not to whimper, Zechs parted his lips, wanting to taste Treize. He moaned as he felt the other man's tongue gently slide between his lips, tracing lazily around the inside of his mouth. Kissing had never been like this for him, ever. But this kiss... this kiss was almost as good as sex. The anticipation, the symbolic acceptance of part of Treize's body into his, the intimate touch of the other man's tongue... it made Zechs want to surrender. No one had ever made him feel this way before. Dimly, he felt the older man's hands around his waist, pulling him closer, felt the solid hardness of Treize's body against him, but all that was secondary to the kiss. He wound his arms around Treize's neck, trying to lose himself in the other man. He could feel the other man's arousal pressing into him, and felt his own cock harden fully in answer. He had no idea how long they kissed; he could have done it forever. Finally, they broke, and Zechs was glad to see that Treize looked as stunned as he felt. They gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment.
Treize brought one hand up to touch a silken strand of Zechs' platinum hair. "Incredible," he breathed.
Zechs smiled up at the older man. "I really can't wait until tomorrow night."
Treize sighed, frustration evident in his face. "You have no idea, my lovely."
Treize held Zechs close for a few more minutes before the two men reluctantly went their separate ways.
No sooner had Duo shut the door behind them, Wufei was all over him. He pressed the longhaired boy up against the door, shoving one hand up his t-shirt and rocking his hips against Duo's. He could feel the Chinese boy's hard length digging into him insistently as his hands groped. Duo closed his eyes, trying to get into it. He didn't want to be alone, wanted to feel like someone wanted him. Heero obviously didn't. But every time he closed his eyes, he saw Heero's face instead of Wufei's. Wanting to banish the thought of the Japanese boy, Duo let Wufei kiss him. The other man claimed his mouth roughly, forcing his tongue inside, savagely. Part of him was enjoying the rough treatment, because he thought it showed how much Wufei wanted him. But the rest of him couldn't help but remember Heero's sweet kiss, so gentle and tentative, so different from Wufei's whiskey-tainted mouth. Heero's soft touch on his hair, so different from the rough hand that was nearly ripping his clothes off. God, how he wanted Heero to want him like this! Only it wouldn't be like this with Heero... it would be gentle, and fumbling, but oh so intense...
Suddenly he couldn't stand it any more. He pushed Wufei weakly away. "Stop," he gasped when the other boy removed his mouth.
Wufei looked at him and snorted, saying, "Yeah, right," and shoved his hand into Duo's pants. He wrapped his hand around Duo's half-hard length and stroked.
"I mean it, Wufei," Duo said, but even to him it sounded weak. He just wanted the hurt to go away, forget the way Heero rejected him. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad...
"I know what you need," smirked Wufei, and in one smooth movement he sank to his knees, lowering Duo's pants at the same time. He quickly engulfed Duo's cock in his mouth, sucking on it expertly, bringing the longhaired boy to full arousal.
"Oh," cried out Duo, unable to stop his body's response to the other boy's talented mouth. He was torn... it felt so good... but he looked down at Wufei's head and all he could think about was how much he wanted it to be Heero. "Wufei... no..." he finally gasped out.
The Chinese boy stopped, looking up at Duo incredulously. "What do you mean, no?" He didn't let go of Duo's erection.
"I mean I don't want to. I want you to stop. I want you to leave," sobbed Duo, pushing Wufei away and trying to pull up his pants.
The dark-haired boy sprang to his feet, looking furious. "What if I don't want to? Since when did you get to be such a tease, huh? Gonna leave me all hard like this? I'm not good enough for you anymore, since you have a new boyfriend?"
"What? I don't..." Duo tried to understand what Wufei was saying.
"Don't lie, slut," snarled Wufei, his temper rising as fast as always. "I saw him in your class. I saw you touch him. I saw you let him kiss you. Now you're too good for me, right?"
"It's not like that! I hardly know him! He ran off!" Duo knew he sounded guilty, but he knew how angry Wufei could get over nothing, and there was actually something to what he was accusing him of this time.
"So now you fuck total strangers, but not me, is that it?" Wufei's voice had dropped to almost a whisper, and that made Duo even more worried. He knew how violent a temper the other boy had...
"I haven't fucked anyone," Duo said back, quietly.
"Then let me fuck you," Wufei's voice had turned smooth again, and he moved closer. "Come on, beautiful..."
"No," repeated Duo, looking away, his eyes only seeing Heero's face. He didn't see Wufei draw his fist back and the rage twist his features.
"I'm really glad you asked me to meet you guys tonight," Heero sighed, settling into the relatively quiet booth. "I really need someone to talk to, and you two are my closest friends."
Zechs and Trowa shared a glance. "We have something we wanted to talk to you about, so we asked you to come," Zechs began, "But this sounds serious. We can wait."
"Yes, Heero, what did you want to talk to us about?" Trowa asked. "We'll do whatever we can to help."
Heero snorted. "Wait to say that until you hear what I have to say. You may feel differently then." He looked at the table, unable to meet his friends' eyes.
Zechs looked at Trowa again, then said, "We've known each other quite a while, Heero. Nothing you can say would change that."
"Absolutely," agreed Trowa. "Go ahead, Heero."
Heero took a deep breath. "Ok, here goes. I met someone. Someone who I think I really like. A lot. Possibly even more."
"That's great!" enthused Trowa. "What's the problem? Anyone I know?"
"Yes, that's the problem. It's a guy. The yoga teacher." Heero said it quickly, as if he would lose his nerve if he hesitated. He fell silent, and stared at the table, afraid to look at his friends.
"Duo?" blurted out Trowa.
"You're gay?" exclaimed Zechs.
Trowa and Zechs looked at each other and tried not to giggle hysterically. Heero might take that the wrong way at this point.
"No! I mean, yes, it's Duo, and no, I'm not gay!" Heero said in embarrassment.
"Well, Heero, when you like another guy, that does sort of mean you're gay," explained Trowa. Zechs tried not to snigger.
"I meant that I didn't know! I just met him and..." Heero trailed off looking up at his friends, wondering why they were finding this so amusing, then said, "I kissed him. We kissed. I can't get him out of my mind." He frowned then. "What the hell is so funny? I'm spilling my guts here and you're laughing at me!"
"You don't understand," Zechs said, losing his resolve not to laugh. "We're laughing because..." He dissolved into giggles then, unable to continue.
Trowa was more in control, so he finished, "Because we asked you to meet us because we wanted to tell you we're gay!" Then he too, gave in to the temptation to laugh.
Heero stared at them both in shock. "What?" he said, unable to process what Trowa had said. He looked at the blond man. "You're kidding, right? He's kidding."
Zechs was laughing too hard to answer, but he shook his head negatively.
Heero was getting annoyed. "I'm glad I amuse you two so much."
Zechs finally got himself under control. "I'm sorry, Heero, but the coincidence was just too much for me." He paused, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.
Trowa had finally subsided as well. "I wasn't kidding, Heero. I'm gay, and so is Zechs. We never told you because we weren't sure how you would take it. We didn't want to lose you as a friend. But then we finally decided we didn't want to keep anything from you either."
Heero was still trying to wrap his mind around the revelation. "You... you're both..." He appeared to have a thought. "Are the two of you..." he trailed off, unable to complete his sentence.
Zechs and Trowa looked at each other. Zechs smiled. "Are we together, you mean?" Heero nodded. "Well, we were, sort of," he admitted, and smiled at Trowa.
"Just friends, though," added Trowa. "But we've both met guys that we really," he paused, smiling, "Really like."
"We told each other, now we're telling you," finished Zechs.
"Wow," said Heero, sitting back and taking a long drink of his beer. "The whole world is gay." He looked at his two friends, the best friends he had ever had. They looked the same to him; no different. He wondered how he would have felt about it before he had met Duo. He was ashamed to think he might have been bothered by it. But no more.
"So, you and Duo!" Trowa said, bringing the conversation back to Heero. "Tell us!"
"Well, there is no 'me and Duo,' really," Heero explained. "I... kissed him. I went back for another class last night and stayed after and he touched me and I felt things and I kissed him. He kissed me back." He looked down, miserably. "Then I ran away."
"You ran away?" Zechs said in shock. "Right after the kiss?"
Heero nodded, feeling more like shit than ever.
"You just left him there like that?" Trowa was stunned.
"Yes, damn it! I was confused! I didn't know what to do! I ran!" Heero almost shouted.
"And how do you feel now?" Zechs asked more quietly.
"Like I'll die if I don't see him again. I haven't been able to concentrate on anything since then. I haven't slept much. I'm a wreck." Heero traced patterns on the tabletop with his fingers. "I want him, so badly."
"Well, that decides it then," announced Trowa. "You have to go to him. You have to fix this."
"Yes, do whatever you have to do to apologize. Make it up to him," agreed Zechs.
"He hates me," Heero pined. "I'm an asshole."
"I doubt that. Just tell him you were confused. He'll understand," said Trowa.
"You think so?" said Heero hopefully. His heart leapt at the thought of having another chance with the beautiful boy.
"He'd be an idiot if he didn't give you another chance," declared the blond man.
"Just find him as soon as you can," advised Trowa.
Heero stood up decisively. "You're right! I'll do it! I hope he's at the yoga center now. If not, I'll just camp out there till he comes."
Zechs and Trowa congratulated Heero, and the three men parted ways. All three had big plans for tonight.