Right?

Right.

So, using that logic, Heero decided that he wasn't going to ask how or why Quatre had access to a sex club, or why he was allowed to use this strange room with the smaller rooms all around it, one-way mirrors separating them from the main. He wasn't going to ask if those other rooms were occupied, he wasn't going to ask if Trowa sat in one of them, or Wufei, for that matter. These were things he didn't really need to know.

All he needed to know was right before his eyes.

Quatre sat in a large chair, almost plush. Leather pants and booted feet, blond hair beacon-bright in the starkly-lit room, and when he patted his knee, Duo crawled to him on all fours.

Heero sucked in a breath, let it out as slowly as he could.

Quatre made a gesture -- his mouth moved, and Heero remembered to turn on the sound system in his little closet of a room. He flipped a switch and the sound came, tinny through little speakers, just as Duo turned in a slow circle and said, "Like this?"

"Just like that," Quatre answered. "I understand you've been a very naughty boy."

Duo stopped turning with his back to Quatre, looked at him over his shoulder, and said, "That's what I've been told."

"By who?"

Duo's glance skittered over the mirror-window that Heero's room was hidden behind. "My boyfriend."

"Well, he would know." Quatre shifted and stood, picking up a silver-plated hairbrush from a small table beside him. "This way, please."

Please. Even when dominating, Quatre was still polite about it, and just as Heero finished thinking that thought, they were standing in front of his window. Duo was facing him, eyes trying to make Heero out through the mirror-side. Quatre stood behind him and said, "Take your hair out of the braid, please."

Duo paused, half-frowned, and said, "Okay." He pulled the rope of it over his shoulder, took out the tie, and began separating the strands from one another. "I wasn't aware this was part of the deal..."

"You're not in a position to question my instructions." Heero bit his lip as Quatre spoke -- teeth pulling on the skin when Duo's eyes flicked over the glass again and letting go when Duo finally smiled.

"No, I guess I'm not." He pushed his hair back over his bare shoulder -- most of it slid along, tumbling down his back, but some still hung down over his chest and Quatre collected those strands in his hands, caught them up and brought them back with the rest.

"Hands at your sides, please," Quatre said, and Duo did as he was told. When the bristles of the brush touched his scalp his head tilted forward slightly, subconsciously. His eyes closed and reopened, and when they reopened Heero was all but certain Duo could see him through the mirrored window. He pressed his hand to the glass and Duo smiled and closed his eyes again.

"Do you know why you're here?" Quatre asked, brush-stroking the ends of Duo's hair.

"Because I've been a bad boy," Duo replied with a smirk in his voice.

"And what did you do that was bad?"

Duo paused, swallowed. "All kinds of things, most likely."

"You can't name anything specific?"

"Well, I could, but we'd be here all night."

Quatre reached around Duo and pressed the brush into his hand. When Duo took it, almost automatically, Quatre fisted Duo's hair at the nape of his neck, pulled Duo's head back to rest upon his shoulder. Duo sucked in a breath through his teeth and Quatre said, "Your boyfriend loves you very much."

Duo swallowed before he replied. "I know. I love him, too."

"Your friends -- Trowa, Wufei, myself -- we all love you."

"I know...what's...?"

"I'll ask you again -- do you know why you're here?"

Duo's eyes were blinking rapidly, trying to focus on Heero through the mirror, and Heero's hands were both on the glass, fingers curling -- please, Duo -- get what he's saying. "No," Duo whispered.

Quatre relaxed his fingers in Duo's hair, soft-stroking. "You carry a heart full of self-recrimination. You blame yourself for events that were never yours to control."

"Pot calling the kettle black, here, Q..."

Quatre's fingers tightened again, pulling sharply, making Duo hiss, making Heero almost forget to breathe. "My issues are not why we're here."

"I thought we were here because Heero's dick got hard over the idea of you spanking me."

"We're here because Heero thinks you believe that you deserve some sort of punishment for your imagined sins. We're here because you can't stop emotionally flogging yourself over what you perceive to be your personal failures. We're here because the idea of having you -- really, completely, having you, whole and unrepentant -- that's what got Heero's dick hard." Quatre's eyes followed Duo's gaze to Heero behind the mirror, and he smiled, a wicked little grin. "The part where I spank you while he watches and jerks off was just the icing on that cake." He stepped back, letting go of Duo's hair. "Come with me. Now. Bring the brush."

Duo swallowed, licked his lips. He stared at the glass long enough for Heero to wonder if Duo really could see him through there. And when Heero nodded -- go, please -- Duo turned and went to Quatre.

Quatre had retaken his seat, feet planted apart. He held out his hand -- Duo gave him the brush -- and said, "Kneel." Duo knelt, head bowed, and Quatre tipped Duo's chin up with one finger. Quatre met Duo's eyes, smiled until Duo smiled back, and said in a quiet voice; "I want you to consider what we're about to do your penance and your absolution. I don't know why you think you deserve punishment and I don't want you to tell me -- that's not important now. But when this is over, Duo, your slate will be clean. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Duo whispered.

"I'm giving you permission to forgive yourself. For Heero's sake, you need to do that. Can you?"

Duo glanced back at the mirror-window and Heero held his breath. "Yes," Duo said.

Quatre smiled again. "Good. Take your pants down to your knees and give me your belt, please."

Even as his hands worked to meet Quatre's request, Duo asked, "Why do you need the belt? I thought you were going to use the brush."

"Don't question me, Duo." Quatre patted his knee and Duo took a deep breath, then crawled up to lay across Quatre's lap. "Arms behind your back, please -- hands on the opposite elbows." Duo did as he was told -- when he started to slip a bit, Quatre grabbed his waist and held him steady -- and when Duo found his balance Quatre threaded the belt around his arms, tightening and fastening the buckle. Heero groaned softly to himself at the sight, had to press the heel of his hand against his hardening cock -- and when Quatre swept strands of Duo's hair aside and asked, "Ready?" and Duo nodded a yes, Heero suddenly couldn't get his jeans unbuttoned fast enough.

The brush made a louder noise than Heero had anticipated when it hit Duo's skin. Duo gasped when it hit, squirmed until it hit again, and by the third hit Heero's cock was in his hand, fingers fumbling to catch up with the rhythm Quatre was setting. Another strike, and another and another, and then Quatre was stroking the back of the brush over Duo's ass, metal against skin, smooth to smooth. "Have you suffered enough?" Quatre asked.

Duo's voice was breath-raspy when he replied, "No."

Quatre firmed his jaw and raised the brush again -- with each strike of it, Heero watched Duo's shivers and imagined his ghosts were leaving him, one by one. Quatre was driving them out -- the one gift Heero had always wanted to give Duo but hadn't been able to; and realizing that he'd had to ask for Quatre's help to do so had been an exorcism of sorts for Heero, too. Only he'd never realized that exorcisms could be so erotic, and his dick throbbing in his hands seemed like it probably ought to be a sin itself, but Heero didn't feel like he was sinning at all. No, Heero thought, This is the purest I've ever been.

Duo let out a choked sob and Quatre stopped immediately -- the brush clattered as it dropped to the floor, and then the belt -- and Duo was sliding to his knees, to the floor, and Quatre was going with him, helping Duo not-fall. Heero had one fist on his cock and one on the glass, and as he struggled to catch his breath he watched Quatre swipe the tears from Duo's cheeks with his thumbs.

"All is forgiven," Quatre said.

Duo nodded, once, lip between his teeth.

"Heero's waiting for you, just through that door, there. Go to him."

Heero glanced at the wall space next to the window -- there was a door there?

Duo got to his feet, tugging his pants back up while Quatre stayed on the floor, looking up at him, smiling. It wasn't until Duo turned his direction that Heero realized he was rock-hard, his dick exposed through the open fly of his pants. Heero took a deep breath -- let it out -- and when the door opened and Duo came through it he was there. Duo all but jumped on him, arms around Heero's neck and legs around Heero's waist, and they were kissing like they'd never stop. Duo's hips were moving, jerking against Heero's, cock-to-cock and Heero carried Duo the three steps it took to press Duo's back against the glass. He opened his eyes just long enough to see Quatre settle back into the chair, crooking his finger -- both Trowa and Wufei stepped out from behind the mirror-space next to his, and just as Trowa was kneeling in front of Quatre, Duo groaned in a way that made Heero want to feel him come. He wormed a hand between them, took both of their cocks together in his fist, stroking hard-fast and it didn't take long. Not long at all.

Duo kissed Heero while they came, and even Duo's kisses felt lighter without the weight of the world pulling them down.

When Duo's legs finally relaxed, feet slipping down Heero's body until they rested on the floor, Heero opened his eyes again, glanced through the window, and when his eyebrows shot up, Duo said "What?" and turned in his arms.

Quatre was still sitting in that chair. His legs were spread and his pants were open, and Trowa had his head in his lap. Wufei was behind Trowa -- fucking him -- and Duo's eyes widened, too.

"Hello..." Duo murmured. "Did you know about that?"

Heero shrugged -- aligned himself just so behind Duo -- and began running his fingertips over Duo's spent cock, felt it twitch under his touch. "Want to stay for the second act?" Heero whispered.

Duo smiled and rocked back into Heero's embrace, one arm curling around Heero's neck. "Sure."