Cleaning Day
by Heeroine Yuy
“Duo, get up!”, Quatre firmly said.
Duo was laying in his bed, his face down in his pillow.
“I don’t wanna!”, a muffled protest came.
“Duo Maxwell! It’s almost 14h30, the sun is shining outside and
you’re still in bed?!”, Trowa came to stand next to his blonde lover.
“Tired!”, the brown haired weakly protested.
“That’s a lame lie, Maxwell”, Wu Fei smirked, “You’re just
lazy!”
“Not true”, the other grunted.
Then, Heero made his entrance, forcing the others standing in the
doorframe aside and walked into Duo’s bedroom. It was the first time, they
saw that mischievous grin on the perfect soldier. Heero bent over his
lover and softly blew in his ear.
“Mmm… Heero…”, Duo purred, “Join me”
“Alright”, the Japanese smirked, glancing over his shoulder at the
stunned pilots.
“Watch and learn”, he mouthed soundlessly.
The Japanese took a grip on the blankets and then swiftly pulled them
off the bed, leaving Duo with only his shorts on.
“Hey!”, Duo infuriated.
“Out!”, Heero growled.
The boy obeyed and stood up, slightly blushing due to the curious
glances he got from the others.
“It’s 14h30, Duo!”, Heero firmly said, “And you know it’s
cleaning day today. It’s up to you and Wu Fei to do the first floor!
Trowa, Quatre and I already did downstairs, so get yourself dressed or you
do it in your shorts, I don’t care! You make sure this floor is so
clean we can eat from the it, got it?”
“Or else what?”, Duo challenged as his lover turned away from him.
“Then you can find someone else to fuck your brains out each
night”, Heero stressed those last two words.
“I got the point, Heero, I’ll get to it”, the longhaired softly
replied.
“Good, you can join us as soon as you’re finished.”
The shorthaired left as quick as he had entered, leaving the other
three still gawking at Duo’s underpants.
“What?!”, he shot.
Then he looked down, suddenly realizing he was wearing those white
boxers with the red hearts on it. A crimson shade began spreading all over
his body.
“Get out!”, he shouted.
The others left in a hurry, Trowa grinning, Quatre giggling and Wu Fei
shaking his head. Having a loudmouthed baka around could be very fun
from time to time.
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An half hour later, Duo descended the stairs, finding the others
relaxing on the couch. He had showered and dressed, his long hair was
braided, but was still somewhat damp. The other pilots looked at him, except
for Heero who was reading the paper.
“You better get started, Duo”, he said, “You don’t want to be
late for dinner, do you?”
Duo let out a short growl, causing Heero to give him a dirty look. Wu
Fei stood up, he wanted to get this over with, he liked to have his
dinner on time. He touched Duo’s arm, gesturing him to get to it. So
upstairs they went. They had to clean all the five bedrooms, but only three
were actually used as a bedroom, since Heero usually slept in Duo’s
room and Quatre slept in Trowa’s room.
“You want to split up or should we do the rooms together one by
one?”, Wu Fei asked.
“Together one by one. I hate to do a room on my own.”
“Same here”, the Chinese grinned back.
They started with Trowa’s room, pulling the sheets off the bed,
washing them, cleaning the floor. God, they hated this job!
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After they did Trowa’s room, they did Duo’s and Wu Fei’s.
Then they began in Quatre’s room. The blonde’s room was always
tidy, never dirty laundry around, everything always clean. As Duo sat down
on the bed for a moment, the dust came whirling around from all sides.
The braided boy began coughing.
“I told ya”, he coughed, “He never sleeps in his own room
anymore…”
“Let’s get that dust out of that mattress, shall we?”, the black
haired suggested.
Duo looked at him, curious, watching the pilot pull the blankets off
Quatre’s bed.
“Don’t ask questions, just get on the bed”, Wu Fei smirked.
Duo grinned and came to stand next to his Chinese friend. Wu Fei jumped
a few times up and down, the dust flying in all directions.
“Never thought this bed would spring so good!”, Duo began jumping
up and down himself.
“Neither did I…”
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Mean while, downstairs…
Two pilots heard a squeaking noise, they looked up the ceiling. Quatre
was asleep, half sprawled over Trowa’s lap.
“Wu Fei! You idiot!”, Duo’s laughter could be heard.
“I hope they don’t hear this downstairs!”
The sunlight reflected in Heero’s Prussian blue orbs, giving him that
deadly glance.
As he put down his paper and was about to rise, Trowa stopped him.
“Heero, calm down! Nothing is going on up there!”, Trowa softly
said, pushing the smaller boy back in his chair.
That moment…
“Wu Fei, harder! Or can’t you do any better?”, Duo laughed
upstairs.
“Shut up and hit it harder, baka!”
The squeaking sound became louder. Trowa’s grip on Heero’s forearms
tightened.
“Heero, it’s not what you think it is”, he tried to reassure him.
“How do you know?”, the Japanese furiously growled back.
“Calm down, Heero! Duo would never do such a thing, not even to get
even with you!”
“Chang wouldn’t mind…”
“Now listen to me, Heero”, Trowa firmly said, “Neither Wu Fei or
Duo would do such a thing! Wu Fei is smart enough to know Duo
wouldn’t pull a trick on you like that, he won’t try anything. Even if he
wanted to, it’s against his principles and he won’t do something like
that.”
Heero had clenched his fists, they were trembling. Trembling with
anger, ignorance, maybe fear? Suddenly the squeaking had stopped.
“See, nothing wrong up there!”, Trowa softly concluded.
He felt relieved inside, he really hoped everything was normal up
there. Heero didn’t seem too happy about the noise.
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Upstairs…
“Phew, that was fun!”, Duo chuckled.
Wu Fei laughed.
“There’s still Heero’s room…”, he suggested.
“And his mattress will be worse!”, the longhaired grinned.
“One room to go then!”
Both boys moved their material to the last room, Heero’s room…
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They began cleaning the room. Blankets off the bed, sweeping the floor,
cleaning the closets… not that there was much left in Heero’s room.
Only his laptop and a pile of documents, the computer contained every
little piece of information on his missions and the papers were copies
of everything on the technology of the Gundams. Heero’s PC was heavily
secured, but Duo always managed to hack it when he felt like it, it
drove his lover crazy… Heero didn’t like anyone to touch his computer,
so heavy security was the best solution, if only Duo’s mind and
fingers weren’t that skilled getting around it.
Duo sat down on the mattress for a moment, poking it. A smirk appeared
on his handsome face as he saw the dust coming out of it.
“Wu Fei…”, he teased, “You wanna give it a good jump or
what?”
The Chinese glanced over his shoulder, finishing the last of his work
before climbing on the bed.
“Let’s get this over with, Duo!”, he grinned.
They began jumping up and down on the bed.
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Downstairs…
Heero was reading the last pages of his paper. Trowa laid his head
back, his eyes closed. But he opened the again when he heard that squeaking
noise again.
//Oh shit…//, he thought to himself.
Heero laid down his paper and looked at the ceiling. The expression on
his face cold.
“Wu Fei, can’t you do better than that?”
“Speak for yourself, Maxwell, you’re the one who can’t hit it
harder!”
Loud laughter could be heard upstairs. Heero clenched his fists,
trembling. He rose from his seat, clearly angry.
“Heero, calm down. I already told you…”, Trowa tried, “It’s
okay, Duo would never pull a trick on you like that…”
“I don’t care”, Heero growled, “That’s MY room they’re
in…”
He ran up the stairs, striding over to his room, banging through the
door. The two pilots stopped jumping on the bed immediately.
“Hey Heero, wazzup?”, Duo smiled, slowly catching his breath.
“What was that fucking noise up here?”, the short haired heavily
breathed.
“You mean this?”, Duo asked as he jumped up and down the bed.
“We were just getting the dust out of your mattress”, Wu Fei tried
to calm him down.
“What were you doing with my lover?”, Heero narrowed his eyes.
“What!?”, Wu Fei blurted out, “What the hell are you insinuating?
That I was screwing Duo’s brains out?!”
“You better not have or I’ll fucking kill you…”,he growled.
“I haven’t, Yuy! Jeesh, what do you think of me?! I wouldn’t
ever do such a thing!”, Wu Fei replied.
“Guys!”, Duo shouted from the top of his lungs.
The two arguing pilots were silenced at once. They both looked at the
long haired who stood there impatiently tapping his foot.
“Godammit, Heero! How could you ever think such a thing? Do you
really think I would ever pull a trick on you like that?”
Heero’s Prussian blue gaze dropped.
“I never would! And so wouldn’t Wu Fei! I thought you knew better
than that! I thought you trusted me, Heero. God, this hurts godammit! It
hurts you didn’t trust me! Shit…”
A short pause. Duo didn’t know what to say next, he was totally
shocked by the fact that his lover didn’t trust him.
Heero sat down next to Duo on his bed.
“I’m sorry, Duo”, he whispered, snuggling his head against his
lover’s neck.
Wu Fei stood up, making his way out of the room.
“I’m no longer welcome, I suppose”, he grinned.
The others didn’t answer. The Chinese knew enough, he went
downstairs. Trowa still sat on the couch, Quatre still asleep on his lap.
“You alright, Wu Fei?”, Trowa asked.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”
“Heero seemed pretty pissed off. Nothing happened I hope…”
“No”, he smiled, “Don’t worry.”
“I heard the shouting…”
“Don’t worry. Heero just had other thoughts.”
“I know…”
“Unnecessarily of course. Duo wasn’t too happy with it.”
Suddenly they heard a squeaking sound. The Asian smiled as he looked up
the ceiling.
“But I think they;re making up for their little fight now.”, Wu
Fei smirked, “I think dinner will be later tonight…”
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