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School Grounds:
“So
you’re saying that you think he’s not who he seems to be?”
“That’s
right.” I stock up the shelves with the cans of tomato sauce a bit faster than
necessary as I watch my dark-haired companion through the shelf between us. “He
was searching for his file. Now, why would he want to do that?”
Wufei
arranges the boxes of cereal and then begins to tack on price tags with a
precision that’s rather fascinating to watch. “Hmmm…I dunno, Heero…”
I
scowl clearly noting the skepticism in his voice. “Do you think I’m making this
up?”
“No…”
“But?
Go on! Say it!”
He
pauses in his actions to eye me warily. “Okay then. Just what were you doing in
that area in the first place? And with him no less?”
I
think the color of my face must be the same as the cans I’m placing on the
shelves. “I went to apologize to him, alright.” And what an apology that had
been! “What?” I ask almost defensively as I listen to his snicker of amusement.
“You
really are becoming a bit too easy to read these days,” he says as he steps
down from his ladder to walk around to my side of the aisle. His hair is tied
back in its customary ponytail and our uniform of a white dress shirt, black
pants and a black apron looks pretty good on him. “Before Duo showed up, you
never used to get this animated over anything.”
“Meaning…”
“Nothing,”
he finishes with a shrug. “And besides, shouldn’t you be worrying over what
you’re going to do at Relena’s party tonight?”
“I’m
not worried,” I state simply as I continue stocking up the never ending cans of
the red sauce. But whom am I kidding? I wasn’t able to sleep a wink last night
because I kept having nightmares of Duo embarrassing me or doing something
worse at the party tonight! Of course these ‘worse’ things happened to involve
me naked for some reason but we won’t go into that.
“Got
an outfit planned?” Wufei asks as he yawns and stretches to relieve tense
muscles. We get off at one, which should give me plenty of time to find
something to wear. Relena’s gig doesn’t start till eight tonight. I’m still
leaning towards my decent black tuxedo, but Relena had specifically pulled me
aside after school yesterday and had warned me not to show up with that
‘horrendous’ suit again. Damn her! What does she know about men’s clothing?
“I…I’ve
got something,” I finally reply with a shrug. But sure enough, Wufei laughs and
nods.
“Sure,
Heero. I advice you to stop by Trowa or at least Q’s place and get something
partyish for tonight. Relena said ‘think clubbish’.” He shrugged and began to
walk away leaving me staring after him in growing worry.
Something
clubbish, eh? I sigh heavily and stack up the last can. It looks like this
party thing is going to be a whole lot tougher than I could have possibly
imagined.
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11.48am
(Outside
on the Parking Lot)
“Hmm…so
Duo’s a secret spy?”
“I didn’t say he’s a secret spy,” I reply in exasperation as I bite into my sandwich hungrily. We are all sitting in the back of Quatre’s very expensive and cool-looking silver convertible Mazda RX8. There is no doubt that my blond friend is loaded and he makes no apologies for it. Just don’t put food crumbs in his car or he’d kill you. “I just said he was looking for his files…”
“So
what?” Trowa asks as he licks off some oil from his steak sandwich from his
fingers. “I’d go hunting for my file if I had the chance. Who knows what
secrets they might have uncovered about my past?”
We
all stare at him with our sandwiches hanging in mid-air before he notices and
shrugs lightly.
“Hypothetical
situation.”
I
roll my eyes and continue to eat quietly. I listen to their light banter and
finally clear my throat to ask the one question that’s been bothering for the
past few minutes…well at least since Quatre and Trowa showed up. I mean, it’s not
like I really want to know about his whereabouts or anything, but since they
were all supposed to be friends now…
“So…eh…where’s
Duo?” I hope that sounded as non-chalantly as possible. I hope they can’t hear
how fast my heart rate has become or that I am trembling a little. Shit. And
just at his name too.
I
focus on my sandwich, pretending not to notice the quick glances they give each
other. Quatre’s the one who answers.
“He
works as well, Heero. I thought you would have known that. You two use the bus
almost everyday. Don’t you guys talk at all?”
“Of
course we talk!”
“So
how come we know more than you do?” Wufei says with a smirk. “Or maybe you guys
don’t even talk at all. You guys just…you kno~w…”
I
reach out to grab his head in a headlock but he dodges easily and leaps out of
Quatre’s car with a laugh. The others’ laughter follows us as I leap out as
well and begin to chase him around the parking lot.
Yeah,
hanging out with my buddies can be such an exciting thing. I just wonder why
they don’t believe me when it comes to Duo’s story.
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1.30pm
“Hello,
Heero!”
“Hello,
Miss Aizawa. How are you…mmmphfff!!”
Oh,
god! I can’t breathe! Stop choking me you damn woman with your incessant daily
hugs!
“You
have grown so much since I last saw you!”
You
just saw me this morning.
And
just when I think her boobs are going to choke me to death coupled with her
overdose of heavy cologne, she releases me and grins widely. “Would you like to
have some milk and cookies with me?”
I
shake my head quickly wiping my brows as I step away with a polite smile. “No,
thank you. Not today. I have to get ready for something tonight.”
“Aww,
you young kids of nowadays. Party, party all the time, isn’t it?”
Yes,
that is pretty much my life, Miss Aizawa. It’s just one big party.
“Don’t
let me keep you now and have fun!”
Thanking
her quickly, I nearly run up the stairs and to my apartment. It’s on the second
floor with a lovely view of the noisy street below and several kids playing
soccer. It’s not a big place and I was lucky to get it at a good price –
several cups of tea and cookies with Miss. Aizawa had helped a bit, I’m sure.
It’s very cozy, this place of mine. Once you walk into the place, there’s a
small section to the left to hang up coats and to place shoes. A single step
leads you into a small hallway that’s basically divided into two main sections.
To the left is my bedroom/living room with its single bed placed against the
wall with my only window and main source of light right above it. There is a
small coffee table in the middle of the room and several notebooks and
textbooks lie rather haphazardly on it (I forgot to clear up before leaving for
work this morning). Before the coffee table is my mini entertainment center
comprised of my TV, a DVD player, a ten disc CD player, several magazines,
DVDs, video games, CDs with a variety of artists that range from classic rock
to the latest punk rock bands – my favorites. I don’t really look the type, do
I?
There’s
a closet on the left, which houses my meager clothing selection and a spare
futon in case one of the guys wish to spend the night. And last but not least,
is my desk with my laptop and more textbooks all neatly arranged on a shelf
built above it. On the other side of the hallway are two small doors. One leads
to my bathroom and the other to a really small kitchen. I even doubt two people
can fit in there. But it suits my needs and I like it.
I
begin to strip out of my clothes and eye my phone with a raised brow. I have
messages? From who?
/First New Message: Hey, Heero! This is Relena, just reminding you about the party tonight! I know how you sometimes conveniently ‘forget’ to attend. And don’t forget your boyfriend either! Bye!/
Don’t
forget my boyfriend…damn…
/Second
New Message: Heero Yuy! This is your mother…/
Oh
god…
/We haven’t heard from you in almost a week. I know you are still in this rebellious stage of yours but could you please try to at least let us know what you are doing? Your father and I are very worried about you./
Sure
you are.
/Third New Message: Heero. This is your father. Please ignore whatever your mother just said. I do not really care if you return or not…/
A
vague cry of ‘Odin!’ is heard in the background and I groan in disbelief. I
can’t believe my parents are arguing over me over the phone again.
I
had to deal with sixteen years of that crap and I finally left them last year.
Well, it was more like me announcing to them that I had found a place of my
own. Despite all the arguments and confusion my decision had caused, I had
still left in the end. My parents were still nice enough to send me money every
once in a while, but with my new job at the grocery store, they’ve decided that
they wouldn’t send anymore since I was virtually independent.
My
parents aren’t as filthy rich as Quatre’s but neither are we poor. I’ve lived
in comfort and luxury all my life and if I had wanted I could have continued to
live with my parents for as long as I wanted with no need to work or even take
the bus to school. But it was something I wanted to do for myself – a choice I
had made and I was happy with it.
I
sit down heavily on the lone chair in my room and switch my laptop on. I tap my
fingers on the table restlessly, my eyes darting towards the clock as I watch
the seconds go by. I have less than five hours to get ready but that should
give me plenty of time to do a little snooping around of my own.
You
see even my best friends do not know this – but during my spare time, I enjoy
the simple pleasure of decoding and creating software programs that have gained
me a rather prestigious status in the ‘Hacker’ world. I do realize that what I
am about to do will not be appreciated by my comrades who consider themselves
among the elite, but I need to know the truth about Duo and I am more than
willing to deal with the consequences.
Whatever
those might be.
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7.15pm
“Wow.
You look good if I do say so myself,” Trowa says with a low whistle as he walks
around me.
“Heero
always looks good in leather,” Quatre chimes in as he grins and leans against
my doorway. Both he and Trowa are dressed in black leather pants that seem to
be molded to their thighs and legs like
second skins. Where Trowa has a black fishnet top beneath a light green silk
shirt, Quatre has a similar sheer blouse with a white shirt instead. They both
have matching silver chokers – something we four have actually from a souvenir
on our trip to a resort last year (Quatre’s treat). Wufei is dressed completely
in black. And with a matching Nehru coat to cover his outfit, he looks
extremely dangerous and handsome as hell. All of them do! Now, I feel even
more…
“Hot,
Heero. Definitely hot,” Wufei says with a nod as he leans close to make sure my
black shirt is in order. “There’s no way Duo isn’t going to want to…”
“I’m
not doing this for Duo,” I reply a bit too quickly as I feel my cheeks heat up
with color as they smile knowingly at each other. I rub my hands down the
length of my pants, wincing as I feel the smooth texture of the leather against
my skin. It’s so tight that I doubt I’ll be able to eat much tonight or even
move well enough. I really don’t know why I had allowed Trowa to dress me up
again. His choices in clothing are always shady.
But
as the car pulls out of my apartment complex and into the street, I suddenly
feel another attack of nerves consume me. I swallow tightly and struggle to
keep my attention on the jovial discussion going on. I wonder what Duo’s going
to wear or how he’s going to look. I wonder if he’ll behave himself tonight or
if he’ll go all out to display our ‘relationship’ to everyone. I wonder how
I’ll react being close to him after what had happened in the storage room. I
wonder if my discovery of his records will affect my interaction with him
tonight. I doubt he’ll appreciate me snooping around in his business but…I had
to know. I just had to.
“Relax,
man,” Wufei whispers reassuringly into my ear. “Everything’s going to be just
fine.” I give him a grateful smile and sink back against the leather seats. I
sincerely hope he’s right. If not, I know that I’m going to need a lot of
spiked punch to get me feeling loose again.
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8.20pm
“About
time you guys showed up!”
“Relena,
darling! You look fabulous!” Quatre gushes as he walks towards the girl who
does look pretty hot tonight. She’s dressed in a skintight black leather
cat-womanish type of outfit complete with the mask and everything (meaning a
whip!). She grins and accepts kisses from all of us before leading the way into
her lavish estate.
We
can already hear the live band and from the throbbing and familiar bass I know
what band it is and we four can only exchange wide-eyed looks. She notices and
winks. “Only the best for my party, boys.”
She
leads us around the large and elaborate garden and erected in the middle of the
lawn is a white tent large enough to house several smaller houses! We can see
the silhouetted shadows of bodies writhing in tune to the heavy throb of the
catchy dance beats that spring from the greatest band that ever lived! A
kaleidoscope of colors from strobe lights within the tent and outside create a
dizzying display that has me blinking several times. Outside, several couples,
some dressed in other costumes ranging from nurses and maids to policemen or
strippers parade the grounds. The heavy smell of rich food, alcohol and
cigarette linger in the air and I can feel the ground sway beneath my feet as I
watch and take in as much of the sights as possible.
“So
what are you guys waiting for?!” Relena yells as she has to make sure her voice
is heard over the din. “Everyone’s inside! Even Duo!” She adds and winks as she
begins to lead the way again.
My
feet have suddenly become heavy and seem stuck to the ground. My mouth becomes
incredibly dry and I quickly grab a passing glass of …something and gulp it
down quickly. I grimace and toss the emptied plastic champagne glass into a
nearby trashcan and wipe my mouth quickly. Fuck! It still feels dry! Gratefully
another tray comes along and I snatch two glasses this time. Downing them
quickly, I am jerked out of my drinking binge by Quatre. When had they reached
the entrance to the tent?
“What
are you doing, Heero?! Already getting drunk before the party’s started?!”
Shit!
Don’t yell so loud, Quatre! I can hear you just fine! Damn it…
But
I still don’t move. The very thought of meeting Duo right about now is
something I am dreading yet eager to experience.
“Come
on, shy boy!” Someone says and before I can protest, I feel my arm being tugged
towards the looming white tent and glaring lights.
The
flaps are opened with a flourish and I find myself stepping into sensual
heaven.
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It’s
bad enough that it’s extremely hot in the tent and although several fans have
been placed in various places to give some kind of ventilation, it is still
mind numbingly hot. But no one seems to mind or care.
The
music is louder in here – the lights, a mixture of soothing blues and hot reds
flash across half naked, sweaty and flushed bodies. Bodies – flesh of all types
of skin tones - heaving, glistening, seeming to mesh into each other as they
all move in hypnotic rhythm to the intoxicating music. I can see Quatre, Trowa
and Wufei already in the thick of things. They’ve long taken off their outer
shirts and are now in a three-way dance sandwich that has me rubbing my eyes
just to make sure I am not seeing things.
Oh
shit. I know I shouldn’t have worn these leather pants.
But
my eyes quickly dart over them – searching desperately for the one person
that’s been on my mind all day and then some. I am feeling a bit dizzy and wish
that this growing headache would go away. Maybe I shouldn’t have drank so much
so quickly…
“Hey,
boy…”
I
flush darkly, my entire being jerking in response to the soft but thick voice
that whispers seductively into my ear. I try to turn around to face him, but
his arm wraps tightly around my waist and holds me prisoner. He presses himself
tightly against me, allowing me to feel every inch of that tight, sinewy length
of his body. His left hand presses itself against my hip and pushes me
backwards. I moan or we moan, I really don’t give a damn at this point as our
knees seem to buckle at the same time.
Duo…fuck…
He
buries his face against my neck and moves his hips causing mine to move along
in the same direction. He seems to dip slowly and I can only follow like a
moron, my neck arching, lashes fluttering closed as I allow this wave of
pleasure from his touch, his scent, his taste to flow down my aching body.
Are
my feet moving? I’m not sure anymore. But I do know that I am moving…that we
are both moving. Pressed tightly against each other, feeling his clear arousal
nudging between my ass, his warm breath against my flushed skin, his tongue
lapping at the sweat that’s beginning to pool at the nape of my neck. His hair
tickles my burning flesh and I moan thickly as every fiber of my being centers
upon his slow torture.
Oh
man, I’ve never wanted to touch anyone so badly like I want to do to Duo right
now.
There’s
no one else in the room besides us. Just the music and our bodies doing the
talking – saying all the things our lips will never be able to say.
His
lips trail to my ear and his nibbles the lobe gently. I quake in response, my
breathing now coming out in harsh gasps as I try not to give in to the
lightheadedness I’m beginning to feel.
Oh
god…oh god…I want…need…
But the sudden whoops and cheers from the other guests has me coming out of my lust filled daze a bit slowly. I open my eyes and realize that the music’s over and that the guests are beginning to scream for more. Duo still has his arms around me but he’s not joining in the screams. It’s a good thing he’s still holding onto me though. I’m not sure my legs would have co-operated with me much.
“Wanna
get out of here?” he finally whispers and I can only nod weakly. I allow him to
tug me away from the heat and lights and out into the cool gardens where I
gladly gulp in fresh air like a man deprived.
I
finally get a chance to see what he’s dressed in and suddenly wish I hadn’t
done so. The rush of heat that floods to my cock causes me to tug my oversized
shirt tightly around me like a shield. He’s dressed in black leather pants,
which are currently riding so dangerously low on his hips – so low that I swear
I can see the dark fuzzy hairs of his groin barely teasing my gaze… and…and…that’s it! He has no shirt on! His
hair is still in that braid of his, but the ends were beginning to unravel a
little and they cling damply to his flushed torso as if it belonged there. He
grins and offers me a drink from another passing tray and I happily accept,
almost dropping the glass as our fingers touch and the knee-weakening spark
erupts between us.
“It
was way too hot in there,” he explains with an apologetic smile as he taps his
chest gently. “I think one of the girls took the shirt though.” He drinks but I
keep staring…at them. So dark…yet rosy…and hard…begging to be licked…or
sucked…
“You
look good,” he continues and I quickly down my drink in response. Whoo! I feel
a light buzz coming on.
“Hilde
picked me up. I wasn’t sure of how I was going to get here to begin with!” He
laughs and that is the most beautiful sound to me. But you have secrets, Duo,
don’t you? And guess what? I know them all! I snatch another passing glass and
eye its blue contents surreptitiously.
“Bottoms
up!” he cries out and I feel a stupid grin on my face as I watch him grin as
well. God, he’s a hot bastard. I finish my drink again and burst into a
hiccup-induced giggle.
“You
okay, Heero?” he asks in concern. Man, were his eyes always this mesmerizing
and so…purple?
“I
want…” Damn…my voice sounds kind of funny. Like it’s coming from a mile away or
so.
I
walk towards him and still with the silly grin on my face, I wrap my arms
around his neck and press my body tightly against his. I can sense the surprise
at my actions and I smirk in triumph. Yes! This is the moment I’ve been waiting
for! The moment I’ll make him pay for taking advantage of me in the storage
room.
“Heero…you’re…”
I
place a finger against his lips. “Shssh. You’re…you’re under my spell now…” I
laugh again and lick his lower lip gently. Mmm…it tastes like sweat and fruit
punch.
“What
was all that talk about not touching you unnecessarily, Heero?” he murmurs and
I swear I can hear amusement and a slight tremor in his voice but he wraps his
arms around me all the same and for that I am very grateful and rather smug
about it. Can’t resist me either, can you, Duo?
“Then
you stop touching me,” I dare him with a snicker. I thrust my leg roughly
between his and rub slowly against him. He moans and tightens his grip on my
waist.
“Heero…you’re
dru…mmm…”
Oh
god, yes. I have almost forgotten how good it feels to kiss him – to feel that
tongue suck hungrily on mine, to taste every inch of that talented mouth, to
drown in a taste that is so purely Duo’s. With the growing bulge and ache in my
pants, it’s only a matter of time before our dry humping of each other is bound
to yield some very unwelcome stickiness. My cock is aching so bad and I want
him to touch me in places that will make me squirm in pleasure. I barely
realize that we are now gaining a small audience and it’s only when Duo pushes
me away gently with a low groan do I finally notice our unwanted guests.
Relena
stands in the forefront with a wide grin on her face. She looks awfully pleased
about something, but I am pissed. Can’t they see I am having a private moment
here?!
“Looks
like you two were about to suck face for the rest of the night, Heero. I have
plenty of room in the house if you guys would like to use it.”
I
feel something churn in my stomach and I hold my stomach. No…it can’t be
happening now. I haven’t even eaten anything!
“So
what do you say, Heero? Do you and Duo want to use the room…”
It’s
rising! Oh shit! I can’t…can’t control it…! I slap a hand over my mouth and try
to step away (although it seems like I’m stepping forward instead…)
However,
I watch as her eyes widen in horror and vaguely hear the loud squeal of ‘Don’t
you dare, Heero!’ …before I give up the fight and mess up her nice new outfit.
Oh
hell…I’m so sorry, Relena. And you looked so good in that too…
And
as I feel a wave of nausea and dizziness come over me, I only remember falling
into arms that feel so strong and reassuring.
I
never want those arms to let go of me…ever.
~End
Period Seven~