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Title: Use a Cup

Author: PageKarasu (Neru)

Pairing: 1x2

Warning: Yaoi

Rating: R

Archive: : Incident 32

Summary: An error in observation reveals new information.

Notes: Part of the 'Incidents' assortment. Incident #32

Monitoring of Heero Yuy. Seems his brain is quite the extraordinary tool and all things extraordinary are watched.

Unsorted interactions concerning Pilot 01.

/denotes thoughts/

Documentation – Incident #32012 recovered.
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Use a Cup

Heero crept around the corner to the kitchen as not to encroach upon the rare solitary moment before his eyes. Those eyes that rested on the side profile of his war partner. A contemplative look marred his face. He seemed to be staring at some dust behind the refrigeration component next to him. He watched Duo's slender fingers drummed across the table before they slid around his wine glass filled with clear liquid. A larger bottle of vodka left on the counter top.

Heero's throat bobbed in unison with Duo's own at every tossed back gulp. He was filled with deep wonderment at the idea of one ingesting large gulps of alcohol. It wasn't something he was keen on trying himself but watching Duo, he could help but want to wrap his lips around that very glass and try himself.

His attention was brought back to the long haired boy when he heard him push air through his teeth in 'tch' sound. Heero nearly choked as he watched Duo's eyes close as he began to rub his inner thigh in slow circular motions. Letting his metal blue eyes travel up to Duo's face, he noticed how there was a deep tinge of a blush striped across his cheekbones.

He thought it smart to let himself be discovered not a second sooner than he'd heard a second moan pass Duo's lips. The last thing he wanted was to be caught in a compromising way. As he neared the boy, he also took note of the sheen of sweat covering his face and neck.

"Hi there, Heero." Duo said cracking an eye open.

Heero nodded in acknowledgement. "Duo."

"What brings your spandex clad ass my way?" he prompted, sipping from his glass.

Heero thought for a moment. Why was he here? After the steady pace of events that started last night, he had admittedly become concerned for his friend. Duo did arrive quite early from his date last night.

His eyes drifted toward the refrigerating component as Duo stared at him pointedly.

"I just… well," he started, "I wanted to offer my services as consolation to your bad night; instead of drinking to quell your negative feelings. After all, I did cause somewhat of a scene. Quatre told me that I could be of use to you when I told him you were swearing at your dinner last night."

Duo was just staring at his glass so Heero went on.

"I rationalize it as this, Duo. You are a better focused when your emotions aren't clouding your good sense. Anything I can do to maintain your productivity is worth it."

He watched Duo finish off the liquid in one last big gulp.

"Your services?" Duo queried as almost as if to himself.

Heero nodded.

"As in what kind of services specifically?"

Heero shrugged. "I just saw you in here - drinking, sweating… groaning. I may not be too familiar with things like this but I am willing. For the greater good as they say…"

Heero was suddenly feeling nervousness at his impromptu offer and he had never felt in such away before as Duo stared wide eyed at him. Strip away all the layers of the war and pride covering and Heero was basically offering himself as a sexual treat to Duo. Heero was becoming impatient at the lack of response, an irritation igniting in his chest at the thought of rejection.

"Things like this …" Duo echoed.

Heero wrapped Duo's hand in his and placed the empty glass down. He took it as acceptance when Duo didn't pull away. Heero briefly wondered if he'd like the taste of alcohol on Duo's lips. He wasted no time as he dragged the dazed boy behind him by his wrist toward his bedroom, Duo following like a muted drone.

Even as the door slid shut behind them, Duo wondered if he should tell Heero he was jumping to conclusions again, that he was just drinking water. That he was far too tired after his five mile run and far too lazy after he got that Charlie horse in his leg to go to the far cabinet for a cup. The row of wine glasses lay on rack nearby within arm's length and the vodka lay untouched on the corner of the counter.

Maybe later, he considered. After all it was indeed for the greater good.

-Owari-