❙Chocobo Spike

It was three years since the war. Two years since Wing Zero was self destructed, not being needed anymore.

Heero would at times remember the feeling of the seat in the cockpit, the smell of oil and death at times. It took him a while to be able to move past the war. He had left without saying anything to the other pilots. He needed to find the person who was more than the perfect soldier he was referred to. After a year of traveling, he ended up at the front door of the Winner Estate. If he had been close to anyone, it had been Trowa. He knew that Quatre and Trowa had been inseparable during the war and turned out, they still were.

They’d helped him adjust before Lady Une offered him a job with Preventers with the rest of the pilots. While still feeling useful, he had given her a quick answer. Some small part of him felt happy to see the other two pilots. What he hadn’t expected was the rush of unexplainable feelings that flooded him when he saw Duo Maxwell again.

There was happiness seeing a familiar face, but something else he didn’t understand. An extra warmth that he didn’t seem to feel with the others. An extra warmth that had him confused for months even with a ton of research that turned up nothing. He’d eventually confided in Quatre, asking for clarification on the blonde’s feelings toward his husband. It had sounded similar enough to what he felt, with him pushing boundaries to see if he felt the same feeling with others.

Only Duo gave him that feeling.

Against his better judgment, he ended up moving in with the loud man. Which turned out to be harder than he had ever done before. The brunette was loud and obnoxious as it was at work, but somehow, that got worse when they went home. He rarely stayed outside of his room and it wasn’t because he was trying to stay away from the loudness of his roommate. It had slowly become harder to be around the other alone without his body having a reaction. For the first time in his life, Heero found himself needing to relieve himself.

More strange emotions he wasn’t used to and urges that only appeared around Duo. Wanting to kiss the loud, vulgar mouth. Hold the slim body against his own. Urges he kept stamped down by staying away and beating up Trowa in the gym. The gym was the only place he could exhaust himself to keep from reacting toward the long-haired fool.

Heero sighed as he leaned back in his chair. He felt extra pent up after coming face to face with a wet Duo fresh from the shower before they left for work. He scrubbed at his face in frustration, letting out a low sound that resembled a groan. His photographic memory made sure to supply him with every vivid detail of the half naked idiot. Every water drop sliding down his body, the way the towel sagged off one hip, how soft Duo’s wet hair had looked.

He shot up from his seat to slam his hands on his desk, his breathing having picked up quiet a bit. There was no way he could finish his work day like this. He locked his computer and grabbed the gym bag from the floor. He walked the familiar route to an office, leaning against the door frame. “Trowa, let’s go to the gym.”