Title: Craving, Part 1
Rating: pg-13
Pairings: none.yet
Warnings: mention of drug use, minor language
Heero frowned at Marcus as the man pushed him into a booth and sat beside him, preventing him from leaving. He didn't have time for the man to get all tough and pushy on him, even if he was his supplier and boss. He had to get back to the safe house before anyone realized he was missing, especially a certain braided baka who wouldn't cease to bug him about being out all night when an important mission could come in.
Two other men came over to the booth they were sitting at and slid in across from them. Heero eyed them warily as they also looked him over, all three of them checking for possible concealed weapons. Marcus cleared his throat and their attention turned to him. "You look surprised to see me with someone Curtis."
"I am Marcus. I heard that your right hand man was shot and killed in a scuffle. And that was only months ago." Marcus slipped an arm around Heero's shoulders protectively as Curtis raked his gaze over Heero's body.
"Don't you trust my judgment Curtis? I thought you knew me better than that, I mean, come on! Do you honestly think I would let some kid in my gang without checking him out first?" Curtis chuckled and held up his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"I never said I didn't. I'm just surprised to see you with someone so soon. A newbie, at that. And I do know you." Marcus smiled and removed his arm from Heero's shoulder, resting it on the table. "So, down to business. What did you call us down here for?"
"The shipment, what else?" Heero rested his head on his hand and his elbow on the table, careful not to rub off the makeup he was wearing. He studied the other men carefully as they discussed the next shipment with his boss.
They were dressed in a similar fashion as Heero and Marcus. From where he was sitting, he knew they were wearing leather pants even though he had only caught a brief glance of them when the two walked over to the booth and sat. They were wearing identical mesh shirts and had dog chokers around their necks. They each had an earring in their left ear and Heero idly wondered if they had tongue rings like his own.
The one man, obviously the youngest and subordinate sported a jeweled ring and the earring he wore matched the green emerald in it. He was a little bit taller than Heero and Heero could tell he was strong, though not as strong as himself.
The other man, obviously the leader by the way he was acting, had a similar ring as the sub, only his was black. The earring he wore was a stud, and it was silver. There was a tattoo on the back of his hand. It was a dragon curled around a sword, and Heero recognized it as the Dragon Clan symbol. He had seen it on the news.
His attention was brought back to his boss as the man nudged him. "Devon here is a user, and will pay a lot for almost half the shipment." Heero stared blankly at the men, recognizing the name as the alias he used when in company of Marcus or any of the suppliers.
"How much is a lot?" Heero sucked silently on his tongue ring, thinking of an appropriate response. He waited for a good fifteen minutes, letting the man wait for his answer. He smirked when the man glared at him for making him wait.
"Name your price." He said at last. "I'm sure I can match it." The leader grinned at him. He clasped his hands and rubbed them together, glad that Heero had finally decided to answer him.
"Well then! I'd say around twelve grand." Heero raised his eyebrow and tilted his head to the side.
"That's quite a lot of cash." Heero stated. The man leaned towards Heero with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Heero stared back at him unfazed.
"Your asking for quite a lot of drugs kid." Heero considered this statement, giving the man an eerie smile. "So, is it a deal?" Heero leaned back and waited a second before nodding. "Wonderful! Here's my account number, I want you to transfer the money to it. If any is missing, so help me god."
"Curtis, enough. He can be trusted." Curtis nodded and stood, extending his hand. Marcus took it and smiled.
"You will find the drugs in the abandoned warehouse a couple of miles east of here. You may leave them there for storage if you like. It's been good seeing you Marcus." Marcus shook hands with Curtis's sub and the two men departed. Marcus turned to Heero and grinned.
"So, are you leaving? Or do you want to stay. I could by you another drink and we can have a little fun..?" Heero slid out of the booth, shaking his head.
"I have to go before anyone at my place gets up. They'll notice if i'm missing." Marcus pouted and shook Heero's hand, squeezing it harder than he needed to. "I'll be in touch though." Marcus nodded and sat back in the booth as Heero exited the building.
* * * * *
"Hmm.. That's odd. Heero's gone." Duo scratched his head in confusion as he stared at the empty bed. He had just returned from a night at one of his favorite clubs and had gone up to his and Heero's shared room to go to bed. That's when he noticed Heero's empty bad. "Where could he have gone to?" Duo wandered downstairs and into the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat on the living room couch. He propped his feet on the table and prepared to wait for Heero to show up.
Two hours came and went and still no sign of Heero. Duo began to worry. It wasn't like Heero to disappear in the middle of the night. He would never risk the mission. Duo stood up and paced around the living room. He refilled his cup and paused as he heard the front door open then close. He heard someone walk across the dark living room and towards the stairs.
Duo set his cup down and followed the person up the stairs and to a room. Just as he thought, it was Heero. Said boy stepped into the room and stopped. Duo walked silently over to the door and leaned against it.
"Where were you Heero?" Heero whirled around and glared at Duo. In the darkness, Duo could barely see him, but he could feel the intensity of his glare. "I just got back from a party and you were gone. Where were you?"
"Out, if it's any of your business." Duo pushed him farther into the room and closed the door, intent on questioning Heero intensely. He turned the bedroom light on and almost fell over in shock. Heero-the-perfect-soldier- Yuy was dressed to kill, literally.
He was wearing a black pair of tight leather pants and a blue-ish mesh shirt. Duo could see the faint shine of rings hanging from his nipples and he just noticed the pierced lip and ear. His face was painted with white makeup, making him look pale, and black lipstick, eye shadow, and teardrop paint under his eyes. A heavy pair of biker boots completed the outfit along with a dog choker.
"Holy shit! Where the hell did you get the outfit?" Duo whistled appreciatively and circled around Heero, looking him up and down. "And the makeup! I had no idea you even knew HOW to put that on!" Heero shifted uncomfortably under Duo's heavy stare. "Well? Spill it! I wanna know where you got this stuff!" Duo grinned at Heero and sat on his bad, all concern about where Heero went was gone.
"Why should I tell you?" Heero walked over to his closet and punched in a code on the little panel on the right side. The door swung open, revealing rows of leather pants and mesh shirts as well as several unmentionable items of clothing. Heero removed a small pouch from one of his pockets and tucked it away on the top shelf.
"Uhm..Because I'm your friend and friends tell each other things?" Heero snorted and pulled the mesh shirt up over his head. He threw it into the corner of his closet and pulled out a regular black tank top. He slipped that on and unbuckled his belt. He pulled his pants off in one swift motion and pulled out another pair. These looked comfortable and loose as he put them on. Heero closed the door and sealed it before turning back to Duo.
"Nice try Duo, but you'll have to do better than that." Duo pouted at Heero's smirking face. "And until you can convince me I can trust you, I'm going to bed." Heero made a move towards his bad, but found his path blocked by a serious looking Duo, something that rarely ever happens other than in the middle of a mission.
"UH UH! I wont let you sleep until you tell me where you went!" Duo crossed his arms over his chest and glared stubbornly at Heero.
"Duo. Move aside." Duo shook his head defiantly. "Duo. I mean it. Either you move or I'LL move you." Heero sent him a death glare, but Duo seemed unfazed. Heero sighed in annoyance, a vein over his left eyebrow twitching in anger, and sat down where he stood, totally stunning Duo.
"Uhm..What are you doing? What happened to the I'll move you thing?" Heero closed his eyes and leaned against the desk on his right. "Uh. Heero?"
"I'm not in the mood Duo, if I forcibly moved you you'd have to be peeled away from the wall." Duo's eyes widened slightly. "I don't want that to happen so I'll just sleep here."
"You're serious aren't you?" Heero opened one eye and glared at Duo. "Okay, you are." Duo frowned at Heero as the boy drifted off to sleep leaning against the desk. "Jeez, talk about stubborn!" Ten minutes later Heero was snoring softly. Duo raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
He walked over to Heero, picked him up, then set him gently down on the bed. He pulled the covers over Heero and turned off the lights. He crawled into his own bed and fell asleep, still wondering about where Heero went and what caused him to be so damn stubborn.
TBC..
Heero frowned at Marcus as the man pushed him into a booth and sat beside him, preventing him from leaving. He didn't have time for the man to get all tough and pushy on him, even if he was his supplier and boss. He had to get back to the safe house before anyone realized he was missing, especially a certain braided baka who wouldn't cease to bug him about being out all night when an important mission could come in.
Two other men came over to the booth they were sitting at and slid in across from them. Heero eyed them warily as they also looked him over, all three of them checking for possible concealed weapons. Marcus cleared his throat and their attention turned to him. "You look surprised to see me with someone Curtis."
"I am Marcus. I heard that your right hand man was shot and killed in a scuffle. And that was only months ago." Marcus slipped an arm around Heero's shoulders protectively as Curtis raked his gaze over Heero's body.
"Don't you trust my judgment Curtis? I thought you knew me better than that, I mean, come on! Do you honestly think I would let some kid in my gang without checking him out first?" Curtis chuckled and held up his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"I never said I didn't. I'm just surprised to see you with someone so soon. A newbie, at that. And I do know you." Marcus smiled and removed his arm from Heero's shoulder, resting it on the table. "So, down to business. What did you call us down here for?"
"The shipment, what else?" Heero rested his head on his hand and his elbow on the table, careful not to rub off the makeup he was wearing. He studied the other men carefully as they discussed the next shipment with his boss.
They were dressed in a similar fashion as Heero and Marcus. From where he was sitting, he knew they were wearing leather pants even though he had only caught a brief glance of them when the two walked over to the booth and sat. They were wearing identical mesh shirts and had dog chokers around their necks. They each had an earring in their left ear and Heero idly wondered if they had tongue rings like his own.
The one man, obviously the youngest and subordinate sported a jeweled ring and the earring he wore matched the green emerald in it. He was a little bit taller than Heero and Heero could tell he was strong, though not as strong as himself.
The other man, obviously the leader by the way he was acting, had a similar ring as the sub, only his was black. The earring he wore was a stud, and it was silver. There was a tattoo on the back of his hand. It was a dragon curled around a sword, and Heero recognized it as the Dragon Clan symbol. He had seen it on the news.
His attention was brought back to his boss as the man nudged him. "Devon here is a user, and will pay a lot for almost half the shipment." Heero stared blankly at the men, recognizing the name as the alias he used when in company of Marcus or any of the suppliers.
"How much is a lot?" Heero sucked silently on his tongue ring, thinking of an appropriate response. He waited for a good fifteen minutes, letting the man wait for his answer. He smirked when the man glared at him for making him wait.
"Name your price." He said at last. "I'm sure I can match it." The leader grinned at him. He clasped his hands and rubbed them together, glad that Heero had finally decided to answer him.
"Well then! I'd say around twelve grand." Heero raised his eyebrow and tilted his head to the side.
"That's quite a lot of cash." Heero stated. The man leaned towards Heero with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Heero stared back at him unfazed.
"Your asking for quite a lot of drugs kid." Heero considered this statement, giving the man an eerie smile. "So, is it a deal?" Heero leaned back and waited a second before nodding. "Wonderful! Here's my account number, I want you to transfer the money to it. If any is missing, so help me god."
"Curtis, enough. He can be trusted." Curtis nodded and stood, extending his hand. Marcus took it and smiled.
"You will find the drugs in the abandoned warehouse a couple of miles east of here. You may leave them there for storage if you like. It's been good seeing you Marcus." Marcus shook hands with Curtis's sub and the two men departed. Marcus turned to Heero and grinned.
"So, are you leaving? Or do you want to stay. I could by you another drink and we can have a little fun..?" Heero slid out of the booth, shaking his head.
"I have to go before anyone at my place gets up. They'll notice if i'm missing." Marcus pouted and shook Heero's hand, squeezing it harder than he needed to. "I'll be in touch though." Marcus nodded and sat back in the booth as Heero exited the building.
* * * * *
"Hmm.. That's odd. Heero's gone." Duo scratched his head in confusion as he stared at the empty bed. He had just returned from a night at one of his favorite clubs and had gone up to his and Heero's shared room to go to bed. That's when he noticed Heero's empty bad. "Where could he have gone to?" Duo wandered downstairs and into the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat on the living room couch. He propped his feet on the table and prepared to wait for Heero to show up.
Two hours came and went and still no sign of Heero. Duo began to worry. It wasn't like Heero to disappear in the middle of the night. He would never risk the mission. Duo stood up and paced around the living room. He refilled his cup and paused as he heard the front door open then close. He heard someone walk across the dark living room and towards the stairs.
Duo set his cup down and followed the person up the stairs and to a room. Just as he thought, it was Heero. Said boy stepped into the room and stopped. Duo walked silently over to the door and leaned against it.
"Where were you Heero?" Heero whirled around and glared at Duo. In the darkness, Duo could barely see him, but he could feel the intensity of his glare. "I just got back from a party and you were gone. Where were you?"
"Out, if it's any of your business." Duo pushed him farther into the room and closed the door, intent on questioning Heero intensely. He turned the bedroom light on and almost fell over in shock. Heero-the-perfect-soldier- Yuy was dressed to kill, literally.
He was wearing a black pair of tight leather pants and a blue-ish mesh shirt. Duo could see the faint shine of rings hanging from his nipples and he just noticed the pierced lip and ear. His face was painted with white makeup, making him look pale, and black lipstick, eye shadow, and teardrop paint under his eyes. A heavy pair of biker boots completed the outfit along with a dog choker.
"Holy shit! Where the hell did you get the outfit?" Duo whistled appreciatively and circled around Heero, looking him up and down. "And the makeup! I had no idea you even knew HOW to put that on!" Heero shifted uncomfortably under Duo's heavy stare. "Well? Spill it! I wanna know where you got this stuff!" Duo grinned at Heero and sat on his bad, all concern about where Heero went was gone.
"Why should I tell you?" Heero walked over to his closet and punched in a code on the little panel on the right side. The door swung open, revealing rows of leather pants and mesh shirts as well as several unmentionable items of clothing. Heero removed a small pouch from one of his pockets and tucked it away on the top shelf.
"Uhm..Because I'm your friend and friends tell each other things?" Heero snorted and pulled the mesh shirt up over his head. He threw it into the corner of his closet and pulled out a regular black tank top. He slipped that on and unbuckled his belt. He pulled his pants off in one swift motion and pulled out another pair. These looked comfortable and loose as he put them on. Heero closed the door and sealed it before turning back to Duo.
"Nice try Duo, but you'll have to do better than that." Duo pouted at Heero's smirking face. "And until you can convince me I can trust you, I'm going to bed." Heero made a move towards his bad, but found his path blocked by a serious looking Duo, something that rarely ever happens other than in the middle of a mission.
"UH UH! I wont let you sleep until you tell me where you went!" Duo crossed his arms over his chest and glared stubbornly at Heero.
"Duo. Move aside." Duo shook his head defiantly. "Duo. I mean it. Either you move or I'LL move you." Heero sent him a death glare, but Duo seemed unfazed. Heero sighed in annoyance, a vein over his left eyebrow twitching in anger, and sat down where he stood, totally stunning Duo.
"Uhm..What are you doing? What happened to the I'll move you thing?" Heero closed his eyes and leaned against the desk on his right. "Uh. Heero?"
"I'm not in the mood Duo, if I forcibly moved you you'd have to be peeled away from the wall." Duo's eyes widened slightly. "I don't want that to happen so I'll just sleep here."
"You're serious aren't you?" Heero opened one eye and glared at Duo. "Okay, you are." Duo frowned at Heero as the boy drifted off to sleep leaning against the desk. "Jeez, talk about stubborn!" Ten minutes later Heero was snoring softly. Duo raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
He walked over to Heero, picked him up, then set him gently down on the bed. He pulled the covers over Heero and turned off the lights. He crawled into his own bed and fell asleep, still wondering about where Heero went and what caused him to be so damn stubborn.
TBC..
