Sooo.. First fan-fic.
Duohee.
Expect it to suck horribly.
Oh well.
Warnings: Yaoi, 1x2, lemon in some later chapters, angsty.
Thinking to himself about the past, he slid his hand behind his back to grasp a slippery, clear knob. Turning his upper body and firmly gripping the knob, he turned it only slightly the left. He reveled in the heat falling down his body, caressing each inch with its warmth. His eyes started to flicker closed, until his body felt increasingly deprived and his eyes opened once again. He twisted slightly again, moving the knob more to the left, and wincing slightly as he felt the intense warmth again cascade down the entire length of his body. Such sensations were relished now. Maybe enjoyed too much. He wasn't satisfied. Repeatedly, he kept turning the knob to the left, farther and farther, pushing his body to extreme pains and pleasures, as the water fell from the showerhead and down to his ankles. It slowly reddened his skin to a deeply flushed scarlet as he was sent away from reality for a moment. At first it was burning, and his body almost jerked away each time, but it always cooled too fast. That's the thing he hated about taking his showers in that manner. Each time he finally got it hot enough to send him away, it would always cool, and he would always long for more. It just felt so unbelievably relieving.
After a little while more of this, he gradually let the water cool his body back down and stepped out to dry himself off. He decided he wanted to go out tonight. He got dressed in his normal color, which was black, and drove to his favorite bar in town. He sat down in his normal chair, ordered his normal drink, and stared at his normal spot on the wall, as solemnly as normal. A few thoughts collided with a few drinks, and suddenly he saw a much longed for face walk casually in the doorway. The initial reaction was to run, but emotions overtook him and he just fearfully hid inside his head, hoping he wouldn't see him there, like that, all alone.
He probably doesn't want to see me. I'm almost 100 sure he doesn't want to see me, I mean it's been a long time, and he's with other friends. He can't possibly feel the way I do. He never has, so why would he now. Damn, I need another drink. He probably doesn't even recognize me even. I hope he doesn't. Oh shit. Oh shit. Why is he coming over here.. I don't want him to see me like this. Not here, not drunk. Why. Oh god. No. He's looking at me. That perfect boy is so beautiful. Im so scared. I shouldn't even be here. Why did I come here? I just wanted to have a night out. I don't know what to do. Should I leave? Damn it. He's talking to me.. Should I even respond?
Seconds seemed like hours to the braided pilot, as he tried to think of what to do.
"Whhat are yoou doing here Heeero?" he finally replied. Heero could tell he was extremely depressed and half-way drunk. Duo didn't notice the concerned expression fade across the desired one's face as Heero responded, "I was just out, and thought I'd stop for a drink.. How are you duo..?" At that Duo snapped into a false soberness, and put up his mask, trying to cover up his slight falter with apparent happiness with everything. "Fine man, I'm doin great, It's been so long" Duo felt absolutely torn and wrecked on the inside. He couldn't show it, but he had to leave. Soon. His stomach was getting very upset at his mind for trying to think while he was in that condition, he felt sick. He needed to find any excuse to leave. He replied with the first one that came to mind, "Hey buddy, It was nice seeing you, but I gotta get back to my apartment before the gas stations close, I have to fill up, or I won't make it half-way." With that duo slid off the stool, his braided hair swinging down to his waist, as he smiled and said goodbye to the perfect soldier and rushed to his car. He shut the door quickly and slammed his head down on the steering wheel, punishing himself for being so stupid in front of his love. Heero was worried about him now. The last thing he wanted was for Heero to worry about him for senseless reasons. It's only a friendly worry, and that's all it would ever be, so there's really no point in it. No point in making him worry. He climbed in the back of his car and stared up at the night sky, waiting until he could drive without throwing up or just driving off of a bridge in self-disappointment. As soon as he got home, he crawled into his cold bed, and curled up, much like a cat, and just thought. Thought about where he was in life. He was getting older. He decided he would probably never be with anyone anyway. Heero didn't love him. He never would. There was no use in thinking about it any longer. He hated love.
