Quatre laughed again and hurried after Heero down to the hall to the room that had become Zechs', since Quatre had basically moved in with Heero and Trowa. He waited for Heero to open the door already coiling into a near crouch. Heero flung the door open, and Zechs was in there, curled up in a pair of loose pants that Heero had gotten him, in the bed asleep, the bags against the wall. Heero of course, ran forward and jumped on Zechs while he was still asleep. Quatre followed bouncing on the bed right next to Zechs, laughing loudly.

Zechs started, bright eyes flying wide as he took in the boy straddling him and the boy next to him, and the pleased sultry look on the first with the playful on the second. "What?"

"Hi!" Quatre greeted. "Whatcha doin?" He asked, sounding very un-Quatre like.

"Sleeping!" Zechs glared at Quatre, then at Heero in annoyance. "And now I am not!"

"Oh?" Quatre tilted his head to one side. "How come you aren't still sleeping?" He asked, feigning pure curiosity.

"Because he..." Zechs finally got a look at Heero and his eyes widened. "What happened to him??"

"We had sex." Quatre smacked his lips, emphasizing the word 'sex'. He leaned over and slowly began to crawl closer to Zechs.

"He looks like he was attacked!" Zechs was staring at all of Heero's bite marks.

Heero's voice dropped into a giggly purr. "I was."

Quatre lay down next to Zechs, grabbing Heero's wrist and pulling him on top of them both. "Yeah, I guess he was." He smirked up at Heero.

Heero fell over them both and crawled up Zechs, kissing him all over his neck. "Do you wanna try?"

"Yeah, Milliardo... Would you like try?" Quatre purred and leaned closer, wiggling his eyebrows at him.

Zechs looked from one to the other in confusion as Heero tangled his hair through his fingers. "What do you mean?"

Heero leaned down, kissing over Zechs' chest lightly. "Would you like to play with me? I don't mind... I've liked you a while now." Being rather sure he would be denied didn't hurt in making Heero bold.

"Me too." Quatre purred. "I'd love to play." *Where'd I put my magic bag of tricks?* Quatre thought to himself, trying not to laugh out loud at the thought, Zechs already looked scared enough.

Zechs' eyes grew wide as he took in what the two were saying and just stared. "You want me to *what*?"

Heero sighed a little at his stubbornness and leaned down, nuzzling at Zechs' throat. "How about this. You can screw me, see if you like it."

"Play." Quatre clarified and leaned over and gave the other side of Zechs' neck a small lick. "Hey! Where does that leave me?" Quatre added a pout after his words.

Heero huffed at Quatre. "You mean you wouldn't like to watch that?"

Zechs was clearly unsure what to take of any of this, his eyes wide on them both. "You... Me and you, like that... what??" Again with the shocked confusion.

"Of course I would, but I don't want to be left out of all the fun." Quatre's playful pout increased. "You know how I get when I watched other people..." Quatre said and put his hand over chest. "I can just feel it... You know."

"Maybe he'd let you touch him." Heero nuzzled at Zechs again, who seemed to be coming out of his shocked haze.

*His greatest rival and equal, Heero Yuy, just said he wanted to be screwed by him?* Zechs didn't know what to make of it.

Quatre purred and reached forward and traced Zechs' cheek with the back of his hands. "We don't have to have sex we can just make out." He purred trying to ease Zechs into having at least a little fun. "C'mon. I know you're curious. I can feel it. You can't fool me." Quatre tapped his chest again, smiling all the while.

Zechs looked to Heero, who pouted, but nodded. The boy was addicted, really. Zechs finally relaxed into the pair, sighing a little. "A little kissing maybe..."

"Heero? You wanna go first?" Quatre offered pulling away and grinning at Heero, offering him first dibs. He caressed Heero's thigh slowly up and down.

Heero sank down onto Zechs' chest wordlessly, diving forward to latch lips with the tall blonde's, tongue running over his lips briefly before he pulled away, searching his eyes. Zechs looked back wide eyed, mouth working soundlessly as he tried to comprehend what just happened.

Quatre grabbed the back of Heero's hair and pulled him away from Zechs. "I want some too!" He yelled playfully, though he was still in a rather commanding frame of mind. Heero groaned but flipped off and onto his back, gesturing to Quatre, Zechs looked nearly out of his shock. Heero wasn't gonna press for more just yet, there were later days for that. Quatre smirked and leaned over Zechs, eager to kiss him too.

Zechs allowed the kiss for a long moment before pushing at Quatre, sitting up and moving rather quickly to the foot of his bed as he panted, his body rampant. "I think... I need to go back to sleep." He ignored the pair of gazes watching him, the blanket clutched to his chest.

"Really? You sure you don't need something else?" Quatre leered and tried to steer himself closer to Zechs.

Heero crawled up the bed to Zechs, and the blond ducked down yanking the covers over his head. "I think we overloaded him."

"Yeah, I think so. But he's awfully aroused." Quatre purred and cuddled up to Heero again.

Zechs slowly lowered the blanket, looking at the two cuddling in his bed with one eyes before he crawled under his covers, lying back out in the bed. "You won't try anymore?"

Heero tossed himself partially over Zechs and hooked an arm around Quatre. "No more tonight. Let's sleep."

"Darn!" Quatre smiled, but he was mostly teasing. He gave Heero a quick kiss and leaned down to the bed. Zechs looked from one to the other before closing his eyes, ignoring the feeling of Heero threading his fingers through his hair as the smaller pair fell asleep on him.

Trowa opened the door and immediately tripped. *How did I end up on the floor.* Trowa blinked and pushed himself up from the floor. *Is this my house?* Trowa shakily got up and blinked several times. He stumbled down the hallway, losing his balance and crashing into the wall on his left before slinking down to the floor. Trowa shakily got to his feet again to continue down the hallway, stumbling again as he tried to find his room. *I think this is my room.* The door was open and Trowa moved to walk in, but miscalculated and walked face first into the wall, with a loud smack and crashed down to the floor landing on his butt with a loud bang.

Zechs jerked, Heero tensing beside him as they both woke, though neither moved, the pale blue eyes of Zechs being the only to actually open any. Trowa groaned and grabbed his head. He then opened his bloodshot eyes to attempt to focus on the wall in front of him. There appeared to four of there.

Heero tightened his grip on Zechs' hair as he nuzzled into him, as though still asleep, though the ghost of a breath was heard. "Who do you see?"

Trowa half crawled half fell into the room a minute later, and fell onto the floor, breathing loudly. His shirt was unbuttoned and open, and his cheeks had a very distinct flush to them.

Zechs lifted his eyelids a little further. "Trowa." The reply was just as quiet as Heero's question.

"Trowa?" Trowa replied and rolled over onto his back. "Ugh." He groaned. *I shouldn't have done that. Fuck. I am *trashed*!*

Heero rolled over; suppressing a sudden giddy feeling as his marks called attention to themselves. *Now was not the time.* "That'd be you."

"You?" Trowa repeated and tried to push himself up but lost his balance again and fell back to the floor.

"Have you become a repeating bird down there?" Heero couldn't help it, he made the joke, he was too giddy to not. *Damn bite marks.*

"Huh?" Quatre sat up and blinked his eyes. "What's going on? It's not morning yet."

"Yeah it is." Zechs gestured at Trowa, his other arm pulling Heero closer.

Trowa grumbled again. "This is my house?" He asked, his words running together and he tried to sit up and kept falling over.

Heero snorted, then leaned into Zechs, nibbling at his collarbone. "No."

"I'm sorry." Trowa drawled and got up. "Do you know where my house is?" He asked from somewhere still down on the floor.

Zechs snorted, rolling over to look over the edge of the bed, Heero clutched to his chest. "What's your name?"

"Me?" Trowa pointed to himself, finally getting to his feet and swaying off kilter balancing on his left foot and hopping across the floor, crashing into the wall and falling back to the ground again.

"Allah..." Quatre said, and got up out of the bed and walked over to Trowa. "You are drunk." He announced squatting down next to Trowa.

Heero leaned back into Zechs with a giggle. "Lemme go." Heero got released almost instantly and he moved to Trowa, a mischievous look in his eyes even though his expression was flat, he was giggling. "Trowa."

"Trowa..." Trowa repeated as if it were some how extremely funny. He burst into laughter and threw his head back, slamming it into the wall. He groaned and pulled back a moment later, his hand rubbing his head and giving Quatre and Heero a look like 'what did you do?' "You didn't have to hit me." He slurred.

"We didn't hit you." Heero glanced over his shoulder to see Zechs climbing out of bed to join them by Trowa.

Hearing the most recent thump woke Duo, and he turned his attention to the source of the noise, hoping it wouldn't wake Wufei.

Zechs finally reached Trowa's side and squatted down. "You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk." Trowa clarified, blinking at Zechs and his twin brothers.

"You are." Heero leaned forward, prodding at Trowa.

"No 'm not." Trowa countered leaned into Heero but overshot and fell onto Zechs. They then toppled over with a thud. Trowa laughed loudly and relaxed. "Who are you?" He asked with a silly grin on his face.

"Zechs. Get off of me you drunk!" Zechs had never cared to have beer breath in his face and he wasn't starting now, giving the green-eyed boy a shove.

"I'm not drunk!" Trowa shouted, getting very defensive and fell to the floor with another crash.

Zechs scurried back, huffing. "Tell it to your breath!"

"Huh?" Trowa asked and attempted to get into a crawl again. "What am I doing here?" He asked of no one in particular.

"Making a fool of yourself." Heero shook his head, getting to his feet and offering a hand to Quatre. The blonde took the pro-offered hand and pulled himself to his feet. He laughed as he did so.

"Trowa, just lay there and sleep it off, we don't need you running around like that."

"Okay!" Trowa announced and got up and hopped for the bed.

Zechs skittered back out of the way, barely caught from tripping by Heero. "Nice solution he chose wasn't it?"

Trowa giggled, he was very drunk. "Hey! This isn't my bed!" he announced and rolled over, effectively rolling off the bed and nearly knocking Quatre over who was hovering to make sure he was all right.

Heero cursed lowly and moved forward, hauling Trowa back into bed and tossing him under the covers. "Stay."

"'K!" Trowa yelled loudly then snuggled up against a pillow, hugging it tightly.

Heero tipped his head back, looking over his shoulder at the other two. "He isn't allowed to drink ever again."

Quatre nodded, although he was amused. "Shall we have some breakfast, or should someone stay with him? Ya know... In case he pukes?"

"I'm not staying." Heero turned, grabbing Zechs' arm and pulling him along out of the room, grabbing the clothing bags on his way by.

Quatre looked nervously back towards Trowa who had passed out on the bed, snoring loudly. He shook his head back and forth, pinching his lips, before his stomach directed him to the kitchen. Zechs glanced over his shoulder and shrugged, not noticing that after the three passed, Duo cracked the door open, looking after them.

Duo waited until the trio had gotten into the kitchen before opening the door further, snug black cotton shorts and the belt around his hips with his gun tucked into it as he padded down the hallway, nose wrinkled at the small of alcohol.

Quatre got out some of the fruit that he and Heero had bought the day before and began to fix himself some breakfast. He was *really* hungry for some reason. *Must have been the crazy sex I had last night!* He smiled brightly to himself as images flashed through his head. *I never thought *Heero* of all people...*

Heero jumped up on the edge of the table, legs dangling, and set the bag next to him, pawing for a particular shirt that he wanted to wear. Quatre hummed to himself and went to sit at the table, setting his plate down and suddenly placing his hands on either side of Heero's thighs and giving him a great big kiss. Zechs watched the pair from near the door, then moved forward to Quatre, pausing when the teen approached Heero. Heero paused to return the kiss for a moment before pushing at Quatre, having found the shirt he'd wanted. Quatre laughed and took a seat and just began to eat his breakfast with a pensive look on his face.

Heero shrugged into the black garment, revealing something shocking to the eyes. His finger trailed up to buckle the collar at the top that was black leather. His fingers moving over the silver quickly at the back of his neck before brushing down his sleeves, the silky black poet sleeves having buckled cuffs that fell to the bases of his fingers, and he quickly did those black leather strips. The shirt open down the front, but the material was more or less fishnet underneath the silk over vest and sleeves. All and all, it was something someone should have had to die to get the boy into.

"Heero?" Quatre couldn't resist asking, his mouth hanging open the fork lingering half way there. *That is a *nice* shirt...*

Heero lifted his head, looking to Quatre. "Did you make enough for us too?"

"I will if I can convince you to wear that shirt for me again later." Quatre replied his eyes still glued to Heero's form. *Allah... If he has pants to match...* Quatre shivered, feeling his pants suddenly get tighter with that mental image.

"I like this style. It's not the only thing I bought for myself." Heero slid off the table, revealing to Quatre that the jeans he was still wearing were rather snug, and the back of the shirt fell to just above the top of them, revealing a sliver of skin. Quatre shivered again and dropped his fork to the table with a loud clank. Zechs' eyes followed Heero almost hungrily, he was stunned by how much a simple garment could change someone's appearance, but he followed after Heero a second later to get his own food. "Are you alright Quatre?" Heero turned around, a plate with his own breakfast in his hands, and a fork dangling from between his fingers.

*It's just clothes!* Quatre tried to tell himself and calm down his body, hiding his lap under the table. "Fine." he answered the words coming out quite strangled.

Heero hopped back up on the table beside Quatre, balancing the plate in one hand quickly and leaning in front of Quatre, his other hand feeling the blonde's cheek. "You sure?" When he moved, the array of bite marks and bruises all over him were suddenly *displayed*.

"Keep doing that, and I'm going to haul you into the kitchen and have my way with you, you tease." Quatre growled out, as he shifted his hips under the table, still trying to calm himself down.

Heero raised an eyebrow then shrugged, sitting back up and setting his plate down on the table before settling into a chair and digging into his breakfast while Zechs sat on the other side of him

Quatre finished his breakfast quietly, trying not to look at Heero. *I can't believe he brought something like that for himself!*

Heero tilted his head towards Quatre. "Are you going to be alright, you seem in a bit of shock."

"Yes. I'm fine Heero." Quatre picked up his plate and got up and walked into the kitchen putting his dishes away and went down the hall, deciding to take a very cold shower this morning.

Duo was in the bedroom, eyeing Trowa, a distinctly strange look on his face. He didn't approve of alcohol at all, it dulled the senses and could get you killed on the streets and he thought Trowa knew better. Trowa meanwhile, loudly snored away on the bed, drool leaking all over Zechs' pillow as he did so. Duo found himself suddenly annoyed and moved forwards, shoving Trowa out of the bed. Time to sober the boy up, he wanted to know where he'd been.

Trowa rolled onto the floor, still asleep and hitting it with a thump. He took his time waking up and mumbling something that sounded like "Wufei" as his eyes opened, still red and glassy. *What the fuck? *

Duo's eyes widened when he heard that. *Just what the fuck is he thinking about Wufei for?* It only served to add to his temper, his head hurting as he continued to stay close to the strong alcohol smell. "What did you say?"

"Huh?" Trowa asked miffed. He was still pretty drunk, having only slept for about 30 minutes. He tried to focus on the form in front of him, hoping he wasn't captured.

"Why would the first thing you said today be Wufei?" Duo moved across the bed, standing on the edge and looking down at Trowa from above.

"Huh?" Trowa tried again, he didn't know what Duo was talking about. Hel! He wasn't sure if it really was Duo, the blurry figure had moved just when he got a good lock on at and he had to shift and try to refocus.

"I said, Why would the first thing you said be Wufei!" Duo crouched down on the edge of the bed, a mean smile crossing his face.

"Wufei?" Trowa asked, and looked around, looking for Wufei, thinking the Chinese pilot was standing behind him.

"Yes Wufei. Why was his name the one you said when you hit the ground? Tell me!" Duo leaned forwards over the edge of the bed, closer to the alcohol stench that was Trowa.

"Uhh... I dunno." Trowa replied his words slurring together, his eyes finally focusing on the blur in front of him. "Hi Duo!" He greeted happy to recognize someone.

Duo's evil grin widened a notch, showing a large amount of teeth. "Hello Trowa. Where have you been?"

"Where have I been?" Trowa looked off to his left thinking. "Where have I been?" He asked of Duo a moment later, expecting Duo to answer him.

"Don't you *know*, Trowa?" Duo growled the words, jumping off the bed over Trowa and thumping onto the ground beside him.

"Know what?" Trowa asked, trying to refocus his eyes again as Duo suddenly moved.

"Where you've been." Duo pushed at Trowa with his bare foot, head tilting as he heard the other's moving around.

"Where've I been?" Trowa replied, suddenly toppling over as Duo pushed him. He groaned again, *Why does he keep moving???*

"Yes Trowa, that is what I want to know, so tell me." Another push accompanied this, though he wasn't touching him with his hands, his braid twitching.

"I'm drunk." Trowa announced and rolled over onto his stomach before pushing himself up with his hands, staring at the floor. He hadn't slept in over 24 hours and that wasn't making his drunkenness any better. He was going to have a nasty hangover later.

"Clearly. Where did you go to get drunk, Trowa?" Duo pushed at Trowa, making him move forwards.

"Some party..." Trowa collapsed to the floor before his words were completely out.

"Speak up Trowa!" Duo was in his own personal headspace, and he stood, circling around the drunken shape. He never considered how the pushing could make the drunk boy flare his own temper.

"Lemmee 'lone..." Trowa slurred his face resting on his side, deciding that the floor was a good place to pass out for now.

"No. You can sleep when you die, so tell me where you went, you could have endangered us!" Duo moved agitatedly around the room. Trowa mumbled again, fast asleep, drool starting to form at the corner of his mouth. Duo got to his feet with a growl and tossed his head, moving down the hallway to the kitchen, where he promptly froze in his tracks upon seeing what Heero was wearing, and nearly collided with Quatre.