Trowa held up Heero's gun and clicked the safety on, then slowly stood up. "Let Quatre take the ring off. Now." Trowa's voice was very stern. "Or I take this away." He dangled it from his finger.

Heero's eyes widened as he leapt forward at Trowa. "No way! That's mine!" Clearly he remembered the damn gun.

Trowa held it up away from Heero's reach. "Tell me what your name is and give me the right answer and I'll give it to you."

"I don't know what you call me. I'm just Odin Lowe Jr. Now give it!" Heero was still fast, moving to his feet in a lunge long enough to partially tackle Trowa in a go for his gun.

"No." Trowa was very firm and suddenly tossed the gun to Quatre and nodded his head towards the door indicating for Quatre to run.

Heero spun around, dropping to his knees. "No! That's all I have! Give it back!"

Quatre caught the gun and ran from the room as fast as he could and out the hall and burst into Duo & Wufei's room balking slightly as he saw Zechs in their bed, he quickly jabbed Zechs with the gun and threw him off the bed, "Here! Take this!" He screamed.

Zechs hit the floor with a thump and stared at the gun in his hands, then made for the door as told, freed from Duo, and he took the hot potato out the door with a distinct "Oh shit!" As he saw Heero coming from another direction. Quatre quickly ran from that room, knowing that Duo would probably wake up and he didn't want to deal with that, thanks to Trowa's comments from earlier.

Heero saw the exchange and took off after Zechs as the blond bolted to another room, closing the door behind him. "I want my gun back, *damn it!* I want it right *now*!!!" Heero pounded at the door, growling. Apparently the blond on the other side was using all his strength to keep it from being opened.

Trowa swept down the hall a moment later with a duffel bag on his shoulder, and grabbed Quatre's arm. Quatre was still naked. "C'mon. Let's get out of here." Trowa scooped Quatre into his arms and took off for their Gundams, eager to get away for a bit.

Duo skidded into the hall seconds later, leaping into Trowa and Quatre's way. "I don't *think* so!"

"But... Heero's..." Quatre protested as he was picked up. Duo was effectively blocking the end of the hall. Trowa stopped, Quatre still in his arms bridal style. He looked really guilty.

"What did you do to Heero?" Duo's voice was low and he darted forward, yanking Quatre from Trowa to make escape harder. "And what was that in my room?"

"Nothing." Trowa and Quatre answered in unison.

"Playing hot potato." Quatre responded. "We got carried away." He really didn't want Duo to know what was up.

Heero stopped pounding on the door and spun around, hearing a voice that had seen him outside his shell. He knew Duo! "Duo! Make them give it back!" Heero was hurrying back down the hall towards the other three, and Zechs peeked out the door.

"Ah fuck." Trowa cursed softly and pulled Quatre closer to him, trying to get him away from Duo.

Duo turned a glared at the pair. "With his gun?" Duo didn't release Quatre, having a death grip on the blonde's arm. "Heero?" Duo lifted his voice to answer. Trowa groaned and ran a hand over his face. This was not going well at all.

"No!" Heero finally came to a standstill next to the other two, a sweet smile on his face for Duo before he looked to the other two in near tears. "Make em give it back, please?"

"Trowa!" Quatre hissed. "The rings!" He pointed with his head as Heero's naked glory revealed his 'attire'.

Trowa only groaned in reply. "I'm sorry Odin. I keep screwing things up." He said looking at Heero softly and then looking away again.

Duo turned wide eyes on Heero, hearing the tone. Then they darted back to Trowa as he heard the name. Then, back again. "What's keeping you?" Though his fingers were becoming quite painful as Duo took in Heero's obviously desolate expression.

Zechs moved down the hallway at a careful slink, then tossed the gun back to the group, having been an unwilling participant in all this.

"You're hurting me." Quatre protested and tried to release duo's grip on his arm.

Heero spun, shaky hands fumbling as he caught the gun in his hands, quickly putting it away. Somewhere. He was naked! Where the hell could the gun *go*? But it was gone. Heero then turned his smile to Duo before looking at the other two sadly. "They don't like me."

Duo heard the words and merely stared at Quatre, as though to say 'you don't deserve it?'

Trowa winced. "I like you just fine. In fact I like you a lot. You just had me worried was all." Trowa wanted to hug Heero, but decided he'd done enough these past few days, and that he was just going to leave.

"Me too." Quatre chimed in and suddenly looked at his feet, pulling himself close to Trowa to hide his nakedness.

"No, you want to get rid of me. You like the other better! He isn't even *nice*." Heero looked pleadingly to Duo, who simply shook his head.

"No." Trowa clarified. "I like *You*. I'd never want to get rid of you." *Why on why must we stand here in the hallway and do this in front of Duo? ARGH!* Internally Trowa was slamming his head into a brick wall. Repeatedly.

Duo sighed. He hated it. "All three of you, into the bedroom please. Maybe now that you got out so long, you'll find your way back..." Duo had seen glimmers of this beautiful soul under Heero's outer shell so many times, he hated to see it go. He had to take care of the body as well as the mind though so he steered the trio into the room, firmly shutting the door behind them.

Heero cast a mournful glance at the door, then looked back to Trowa. "You may like me, but he wanted to get rid of me right away!" Heero pointed to Quatre still in Trowa's arms, moving around to the bed with downcast eyes as he settled onto it.

"No. No. I can assure you he doesn't." Trowa set his duffel back down on to the ground and sat down on the bed next to Heero.

"We are just concerned that's all. We're afraid we pushed you too far, too soon." Trowa was suddenly overcome with a desire to hug Heero, but held back, his body shivering as he told himself it would only make things worse.

Heero turned his head away then shook it slowly and laid back. "Send me back."

"What?" Trowa asked. "Send you back where?"

"Inside." Heero moved his hands to cover his face, saying no more, still trembling, though now other pains were included. He noticed Quatre had denied nothing for himself.

"Perhaps...." Quatre spoke slowly and took a seat on the bed finally. "It might make you... Oh hell. I don't know what I'm doing!" Quatre just looped his arms around Heero's shoulders, hugging him gently. He sent a nervous glance to Trowa. *What's Heero going to be like when he finally snaps out of this?*

Heero merely accepted the hug and leaned back. "Just send me back. If my friend thinks I should go, then it must be time to go." Heero's voice was resigned.

Trowa patted Heero's hand softly. "I look forward to seeing you again. Odin." He smiled. "How do I send you back?" He whispered, looking away.

"It's too much, I'll just black out... Doubt I'll be here when I recover." Heero waved vaguely at his nether regions.

Quatre sighed and hugged Heero closer. He didn't really want to do this. "Trowa... You know he's going to kill us?"

"Just do it already!" Heero cast a frantic look from one to the other. "Don't make it *hurt*!"

Trowa nodded and leaned forward, his hands fumbling with the clasps again. He gave Heero another small kiss on the cheek. "Try to remember that I'm really sorry okay?" He asked, as he swallowed a lump in his throat. He released the clasped and pulled the two lower rings off. Then he undid the main ring and pulled them off, and looked back towards Heero's face. Heero tossed his head back with a cry, his shudders finally reaching the conclusion they'd been after for a couple hours now. It was clear it was physically painful to him, but he clung to them both, hands fisting on whatever they grabbed first tightly, until he just went limp, his breath erratic, but no one was home, clear black out.

Quatre winced with pain. Being this close to Heero was torture and he grabbed at chest, wishing for several moments that his Uchuu no Kokoro wouldn't always let him feel pain like this. Heero leaned into Quatre once he passed out, not quite completely out cold, but close enough.

"Damn it!" Trowa cursed loudly, throwing his fists down into the mattress. He threw the cock rings aside, noting that they were still warm. He stood up, suddenly in a rage, and grabbed his duffel bag again.

"Trowa?" Quatre hugged Heero to him. He'd be here when Heero finally woke up, and he'd accept whatever wrath Heero would give him. "Where are you going?"

"I told you. I'm leaving. I can't deal with this." He sighed loudly, his hand on the knob. "Quatre I'm sorry. Please remind Heero when he awakes that I'm sorry, and that if he wants to kill me, I'll accept that." Trowa turned the knob, opened the door, and left.

Duo gazed at Trowa from where he was standing by the door. "He's very complex. You're going to abandon him because of it." His tone was flat.

Trowa just sighed frustrated. "I can't do it." It was all he said before he took a few steps forward, wanting to leave and wanting to leave now.

"It's just Heero. I can tell you did something to make him want to trust you. You assume it will be hard." Duo looked away from Trowa. He didn't care for Trowa much recently, but he cared for Heero, both sides. Duo sighed a little. "I really thought you got over the entire not caring about the other pilots routine." Trowa took another deep breath, choosing to remain silent, looking away. "If you leave, I won't forgive you. He may not even remember." Duo stared at Trowa, daring him to contend it.

"And if he does?" Trowa asked.

"Then deal with it. If it's him. The gentle, fragile him, when he wakes up, what do you really think will happen when he wakes up?" Duo crossed his arms, staring at Trowa.

"He'll kill me and Quatre." Trowa replied without a doubt in his mind. Although he was stony face, it wasn't his death by Heero's hand that he was running from.

"No, if it's that other side, the one that told you he was Odin, he might cry if he finds out you ran away from him. I've seen more of that gentle version of him than you have. Do you really want *that*?"

*Heero? Cry?* Trowa didn't think that'd be something that would ever happen and he scoffed at the mental image.

Duo moved forward, seeing the disbelief. "*Think* Trowa! If he wakes up as Odin, *not* Heero, he will react entirely differently." Duo poked at Trowa's chest aggressively. "I won't see it! That's the part of him that won't let him make any mistakes. He doesn't want to hurt anybody, no more innocents. It's what makes him so *good*. Don't you dare hurt him because you got scared."

"I'm not scared." Trowa protested and took a step back. He did not want Duo touching him right now. Nor anyone for that matter.

"Then what are you running for? What is justifying you leaving him like that?" Duo dogged his retreat, continuing to poke. Trowa backed up again, steadily getting madder. He just wanted to be left alone. He locked it back down again. He didn't want to have to explain himself to Duo. "If you gotta run, at least leave your shit. Then, if it's him, he'll know you mean to come back. I have no illusions. We are pilots, all of us here, it's very likely we could just poof, disappear. So don't try and pull it on me." Duo stared levelly at Trowa, trying not to get mad.

Trowa dropped his duffel then, right in the middle of the hallway. He took a step forwards hoping that Duo would get out of the way, so he could leave now. It was only then that Duo did get out of the way, stepping around him to Zechs who was staring on in wide eyes.

Stunned, Zechs had to ask. "There are two Heero's?"

"No, there's a Heero and the person he should be." Duo pushed at Zechs, suprized he hadn't heard the sound of Wufei waking, that worried him...

Trowa continued past the both of them and into the living room, slamming the door behind him. Wufei was still in an unconscious state from the night before and he hadn't even moved from the position he was placed into on the bed. Normally in sleep he moved a lot, so for him to not move was rather odd.

Duo pushed Zechs into the room, looking at him. "If the room changes temperature, whistle." Then Duo ducked out of the room, Grabbing Trowa's bag and taking it back into the room to drop it inside the door before moving to Quatre and Heero's side, a small smile on his face. Quatre looked up as Duo entered, then looked away nervous. His grip tightened slightly on Heero when Duo came in. Duo brushed at Quatre's hands where they were squeezing Heero. "You'll bruise. He'll be in enough pain when he wakes up anyway, not that he'd let himself feel it. I haven't ever seen his other side out like that... It may have been good for him." Duo's voice is quiet, and he brushed the bangs away from Heero's face.

"You're not mad at me?" Quatre was clearly startled and looked up at Duo his face full of surprise. His lessened his grip on Heero a fraction.

"I smell plenty of sorrow, sex, and happiness, but no fear or anger of his. Why would I be mad?" Duo ran the back of his fingers down Heero's cheek as he considered him, tisking softly. "Besides, you still haven't gotten him. He didn't let you bring him off before that last did he? Stubborn brat."

Quatre shook his head. "I don't quite know what's going on with that. He asked for something to prevent it." Quatre shook his head as he blushed. He kept some of the other things to himself.

"He's terrified of losing control. You see what happened? He lost control anyway because he took it too far. It won't change his fear though. Good luck on that." Duo turned amused eyes on Quatre. "Don't think I didn't know the boy was kinky, he loves that gun to much for it to be anything else."

"Uh... Right." Quatre said, looking away. "Don't worry, I doubt I'll touch him again. Too risky. Why oh why did we have sex?" He wailed in despair and buried his face into Heero's hair. He looked up suddenly seeing Trowa's duffel, but no Trowa. "Where's Trowa?"

"Not sure, but he sure slammed a door on his way out. He'll be back. Heero didn't mind the sex, I can tell that already. Otherwise no matter who you were, you wouldn't have gotten that gun away from him. Either him."

Quatre nodded. He slowly laid Heero back all the way on the bed and lay down beside him. Quatre blushed as he realized they were both *still* naked, and he moved to pull one of the blankets over them both. "I'll stay with him until he wakes up."

Duo lightly touched Heero's cheek again before looking to Quatre. "If either of you hurt that person inside, you will regret it with all your being." There was a smile on his face, and his voice was almost light, but his eyes were serious and cold. Someone had to protect Heero.

Quatre shivered. "That's why Trowa left." His own fingers moved over Heero's cheek after that. He really cared for him, but it was just hard to show it. He sighed loudly.

"He isn't just what either of you have seen. He's my best friend. *All* of him. I'm just glad that piece inside finally found a way out. I'm glad you guys played around with him sexually. Though I'm certain he's still a virgin in a variety of ways. Don't spoil him all the way, hmm?" Duo moved from the bed, his braid arrowing the opposite direction it usually did with it's coils.

"I'll try not to." Quatre tried to smile softly, but his heart just wasn't in it. He felt really bad.

Duo sighed. He could smell the regret, and he didn't like it a bit. "Stop it Quatre! If I'd known this would happen I would've crawled into the boys bed ages ago. It was good for him. End of story."

"Alright. End of Story." Quatre sighed. He pulled the covers up over the two of them fully and tried to relax a little.