Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Wish I did, but I don't.

Warnings: Swearing, lime-ish things, prostitute-ish Duo, and probably a really bad lemon later on.

Summary: Heero is dumped by his long time girlfriend and is devastated and out of desperation his friends turn to, Duo Maxwell, a young prostitute to help get Heero out of their hair.

Chapter One
Notice Me

The two stared up at the boy gyrating around on the stage above them. "Trowa…You sure this'll work?" The blonde one asked, placing his arm delicately on his companion's arm.

"Quatre, I'm willing to do anything to get him out of the damned house and this guy comes highly recommended. She said that he's able to do anything that he sets his mind to and he's very stubborn." The other said, brushing at his long bangs hanging over one eye.

Quatre sighed, wishing they didn't have to resort to this sort of behavior but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Close to two months ago Queen of the World, Relena Peacecraft, had dumped their good friend, Heero Yuy. It had devastated him, not because he loved her-because he didn't-but because he'd gotten so used to having someone around that the sudden loss of a person at his side confused him.

Heero had never been dependent on anyone as much as he had been with Relena. She'd pursued him tooth and nail and he'd fought her the whole way until finally he collapsed his walls and let her win. He'd moved in with her and had been with her for three years until she got tired of him. He was a diligent man and even though he wasn't happy with her he stood by her side and she quickly went on her way and had a very lusty and unapologetic affair with another man.

After that Trowa and Quatre had offered to take Heero in until he found a place of his own, which he quickly did. It was a wonderful apartment with a 5 grand view and quiet neighbors. But he kept insisting on coming over to their home because he didn't like how quiet and empty his apartment was.

He refused to go out again, not wanting to get hurt and the only people he would even talk to were Trowa and Quatre. So, instead of reverting back to his reclusive self from before he became a recluse who didn't want to be alone. It was a potent mix and it was beginning to drive them crazy.

So, here they were, watching a young male dancer who was apparently the answer to all their prayers. They'd been asking around to anyone who knew anything that could help them and along came this little scrap of a boy who said he might know someway to help. He told them to come to a club called "Tango" and wait until one when the man who would help them got off his shift.

When they arrived at midnight they found themselves watching the beautiful exotic dancer up on the stage and realized that this was the man they'd been told about. The boy from before had appeared at their elbows and offered them drinks, "On the house" he told them and steered them to watch from a table until he was done.

The dancer was gorgeous and if not for the very flat and lean chest they could have sworn he was a girl. He danced with grace that caught their eyes and almost forced them to watch his every move. He could have been classified as the kind of man even straight guys lusted after.

At exactly one a.m. he was ushered off the stage and the boy from before nodded for them to follow him. They went into a back room where after about five minutes the dancer appeared, dressed holey black jeans and a red t-shirt. He grinned at the two and flopped down onto a couch. "Good evening gentlemen. How can I help you?" His voice boomed over them cheerfull.

"We need your help." Trowa started, unsure how to proceed.

"Before we get into any negotiations I want to know how much you're willing to pay me."

Quatre nodded, understanding the logic behind money first. He was a businessman too; he understood the security behind knowing the money wager first so he could consider the deal behind it. "$700 each night you spend on the job."

Bright eyes seemed to spark and he nodded for the men to continue. They were in business.

Quatre quickly took over the explanation, knowing he'd be better at this than Trowa would.

"A friend of ours was just dumped by his girlfriend who he was very close to and now he won't leave us alone. We need you to-"

"Sleep with him?" The boy asked, he was used to these sorts of requests by now but he was partially shocked when the blonde shook his head.

"No, we need you to woo him. He's been crashing at our house constantly and we need someone who will get him out and about. But we also don't want to have him get hurt."

The boy looked puzzled for a moment. "So, you want me to sort of be an escort for this guy and get him out and about and hopefully keep him out of your house so you can have a little nookie nookie time?"

"To put it crudely, yes."

The boy seemed to think on the offer. That was a lot of money and depending on how desperate the men were this was going to be a long job. $700 per night could help with so many bills he was sorely tempted to take them up right away on that offer. But… usually he wasn't picky about appearance but if he was going to have to spend a fair amount of time with this man he needed to at least be able to stand the guys looks.

"What does he look like?"

Quatre pulled out his wallet and flipped through a few photos before plucking out one photo and handing it over to the man. He took in Heero's picture with a calm reserve before his eyes widened and he let out a long, slow whistle. Heero had always been very handsome, even if he was completely oblivious to that fact. He was compact and strong with blue eyes that seemed to almost change in tone with his mood. He rarely ever smiled but everyone agreed that it helped with his mystique. "Holy shit. With a face like that I would love to know what idiot was dumb enough to dump him. Please tell me that there's something very wrong with him."

"He's very anti-social." Trowa said blandly.

The boy's eyebrow quirked up in amusement, "Is that all?" The two nodded. "Well then, my friends, it's nice to be in business with you."

"Thank you!" Quatre gushed, reaching out for the boy's hand. He laughed a bright, beautiful laugh and took Quatre's hand in a tight grasp.

"Well then, let's get down to the details. How exactly do you want me to go about all this?" The boy said, leaning back again, preparing himself for business.

When the two left later that night they both felt that they had a very bright future ahead of them. They'd worked out the whole plan with the young man and were sure that this would be the key to their freedom.

"It's sad that such a sharp young man has to be doing such dirty business." Quatre mused through a yawn as he scrambled into Trowa's car.

"He looks about our age." Trowa murmured. "I hope that this job is only temporary." Quatre just nodded as he glanced back at the club wearily.

When they got home Heero was on their couch, dead asleep. He didn't even stir as they tip-toed past him. "Everything starts tomorrow." Trowa whispered in Quatre's ear before pulling him into their room.

In the morning Heero was up and out the door after giving them his usual thanks for letting him stay the night. It almost made them feel guilty for that night's events but they were at their wits end. They hated seeing Heero so lost and this boy was their best bet.

At work that morning Heero Yuy arrived at exactly 8 o'clock in the morning and went straight up the elevator to his very white, plain office. His secretary just smiled at him blandly and nodded as he went straight in and turned on his computer just like he did everyday.

He worked all day until lunch when he went outside to take the short stroll to the café that he'd been eating at for years. No one looked at his face, the waitress barely even spoke to him… but he really didn't mind. After lunch he went back to his office and worked until 9-like usual.

Heero was so used to his schedule that he didn't even notice it anymore. After Relena had left him he felt so unsure about what to do after work, so, working later helped. He hated going to Trowa and Quatre's but he had nowhere else to go. After being with someone for all those years having an empty apartment bothered him.

He wasn't ready to rejoin the living, no matter what Trowa and Quatre said. Heero wasn't exactly happy but he was… content. No one noticed him as he moved through life and he was getting used to it. It was odd after having all of Relena's affections reigned down upon him but he was returning to how he used to be. He liked being a ghost and even after all those years he'd never gotten used to being pulled into the spotlight with her.

But even when he'd been with her he was still sure she hadn't been looking at him. She'd been looking for the white knight persona that he had been able to project for her and her childhood crush-at least, he'd been able to in her slightly delusional mind. When that wore out she saw nothing but the workaholic he really was and went for another younger man who was her new white knight.

As Heero left his office his arms were laden down with papers and files that he needed to finish. There would be not going to his friend's place that night. His apartment was closer and he needed as much time as he could get to finish his work. He hurried down the stairs and out the door to the street, turning toward the subway. No one noticed him or acknowledged his presence.

Arriving at his stop he hurried onto the platform and with a few careful maneuvers avoided all the passers by and got to the stairs before he ran into a small, blonde haired man, rushing to catching the train before it left. The person didn't stop to help Heero as his briefcase and all his work fell to the ground and frankly Heero hadn't expected him to. He'd lost his faith in human kind a long time ago.

Heero stooped to pick everything up when a voice from behind him caused him to stop. "Need a little help?" Glancing up Heero had prepared to tell the person to go away but stopped as he looked at the stranger's face.

The other man was, for lack of a better definition, gorgeous. His delicious blue, almost violet eyes that were trained solely on him seemed to dance in the dim subway light as he knelt down to help Heero pick up the papers. A long chestnut braid slipped over his shoulder as he bent down while long bangs fell forward to cover those entrancing eyes.

When he looked up at Heero he grinned and stood. Heero just gaped at the boy and slowly moved to his feet also. "Thank you."

"No problem man." The boy said. "So, which way?"

"Which way what?" Heero said, trying not to gape as the man turned back to him, looking like he was silently laughing at a private joke.

"Which way are you headed? I watched you struggle with this all the way here on the train and thought you could use a little help."

"I'm fine, really." Heero ground out, trying to draw back into the shadows, away from this strange enigma of a man.

The boy just laughed and started to walk up the stairs with some of Heero's papers in hand. "Hey wait!" Heero called, collecting everything else and sprinting after the man. "Where do you think you're going? I need those!" Heero demanded, irritated that the boy didn't stop.

"I dunno. I was planning on helping you bring your stuff home since I didn't think it was nice to watch you struggle with all this crap. So, which way?" The annoying boy asked.

Heero tried not to scream at the boy but didn't want to draw attention to himself. "This way." Heero muttered, nodding his head in the opposite direction. The boy chuckled and turned around and diligently followed Heero to his apartment.

Halfway there the boy broke the silence and stopped. "Hey, are you hungry?"

"What?" Heero growled, not liking the situation he was in.

"Are. You. Hungry?" The boy said, articulating each word. "I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast. C'mon. Join me for a late meal. My treat." Heero was all prepared to say 'no' until the boy smiled sweetly and practically batted his long lashes at him. With a growl Heero nodded and the boy cheered brightly. "There's a nice little diner around the corner. It has everything!" Heero just groaned and followed the boy to the diner he'd mentioned.

The place was horribly empty as the boy slid into a booth and set the papers safely on the seat next to him. "So, mystery man. What would your name happen to be?" The boy asked, leaning forward to fix Heero with an intense gaze.

"Yuy. Heero." Heero grunted, looking away from the boy.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Heero." He said, his tone dimming seductively and Heero felt an involuntary shudder go down his spine as Duo rolled his name on his tongue. "I'm Duo Maxwell." Heero just nodded.

Duo chatted with Heero, or more precisely, chatted at him. They both ordered, Heero getting a cup of coffee and a sandwhich and Duo, a coke and a bacon burger. Heero had to wonder how Duo stayed so wonderfully thin while eating the way he appeared to be doing. Ever-so-often Duo would catch his braid in his hand and gesture with it to make a point. Once or twice Heero felt himself slipping into listening to Duo's chatter and actually almost chuckled himself.

When their food came Duo stayed quiet for a while until he finished gulping down his food and resumed his talk. Heero just stayed quiet until the waitress brought the ticket and Duo quickly paid for it. "Alrighty then, you ready to go?"

Heero just nodded and lead the way for five more blocks down the quiet streets until he reached his apartment complex and turned to Duo, holding out his hand for the papers. Duo just wiggled his perfect eyebrows suggestively and said, "You sure you don't want me to help you bring your stuff into your apartment?"

Heero's eyes just narrowed and he remained silent until Duo sighed and handed over the papers. "Fine. I guess I'll be seeing you around then." Heero just shrugged, and tucked the papers away as safely as he could and turned to go in. "Good night Heero. Thanks." Duo said with a soft laugh and started to move away.

After waiting a few seconds Heero turned and looked down the street where Duo was walking away, arms crossed behind his head, whistling a happy little tune. With a frown Heero moved into his complex and went straight to the elevator, not able to shake the feeling of those beautiful violet eyes that had been trained on only him.

Duo whistled brightly as he wandered away from Heero's apartment. This was definitely going to be an easy job. Heero didn't actually seem that bad, he couldn't understand why his friends were so desperate to get rid of him.

All he had to do was gain Heero's trust and then start introducing him to some of his single friends. Once he found one that hooked Heero's interest he would be able to collect all the money and then disappear. It was a great deal.

When he returned home to his apartment Solo had left a message on his answering machine. "Hey man. Hope your job's going well. I hope you finish this soon enough because I had a total of seven people demand to know why you weren't dancing tonight. I gave them this sob ass story about your father dieing and you having to take a leave of absence for a while. Call me tomorrow and tell me all about it. See ya!" Then he hung up. That Solo, always looking out for Duo's well being.

With a tired groan he flopped down on his couch, turned on his favorite late night talk-show host that he was never able to watch because of his job at Tango and just relaxed. He grabbed the tip of his braid and slowly ran it along his lips and face in a soothing gesture that helped him get to sleep quickly without having to rely so much on the sleeping pills as much.

So, this is my latest project. I don't know why but I've just wanted to write something like this. I know I should be working on Last Name but I've got three chapters already written out and I just have to be patient and not turn them out all at the same time so this is story to work on between waiting times.

I'm sorry for how un-betaed it is.