AN: As I was squeeing over Amasa, I decided to feed my muse. Unfortunately, I gave it only a small meal. I think I write my chapters too long.. Thanks to the chapters of Amasa. c: I had the next chapter... but I forgot to save it..

I saw another review and I was like, yay! I can read his/her fic! Guess what! It's Pyro Amedaus! is excited But it's 1:30 in the morning and later shall I feed my little muse again.

In case you didn't know Amasa is written by Pyro Amedaus and his friends- lucky people! Read Amasa. - Read it.

Coupon Cashier B-Side

Coupon Cashier. To Duo, the title still didn't have that special ring, nor did he enjoy having stacker duty- also called as placement duty- when it was his turn to be announcer. So what Hilde brought bad reports to the store? Duo loathed stacker duty especially at the beginning of the week. It was always for Mr. Nice Guy Duo the pre-stacker would leave a fun-load of un-stacked items to file, and Duo didn't have the heart to go up to the person and say NO outright. If Catherine was here, she could definitely take care of all that for him. But she was dead; and Duo only had Trowa. He used to have Hilde, but while they were dating, she mysteriously disappeared for three months and came back saying she wanted to break up. So that again left only Trowa and, one can't forget, Duo also had his three-and-half foot braid.

"Sometimes, Duo, I think you love that hair of yours more than me!" His mother would sometimes say and sometimes Duo would reply under his breath or in his head, You're damn right, you fucking slut. The first time he said it aloud, his mother didn't seem to catch it because she was so in a rush to go see a movie. The little comment had a good ring and so sometimes, nearly daily, Duo couldn't help but murmur it over and over when she said something stupid. Once Trowa said that it was a psychological thing- both Duo's hatred towards his parents and obsession over his braid.

He also had a scary habit of growling when someone touched his braid. Duo had to endure other children pulling his mass of hair all the way to his freshman year of high school, including a few tugs from Catherine despite her protective nature. In the middle of junior high, his habit developed and if the perpetrator had the gall to continue, Duo would have the amazing speed to turn completely around and bite as hard as he could. Most of the time he hit the mark, some cases he missed- mostly Catherine, and he bit his own mother or father sometimes. The only person Duo had never tried to bite or growled at was, of course, Trowa. His best friend always managed this distinctive caress that told Duo's instincts to just let go. Duo would gladly let Trowa wash his hair if the boy wasn't so shy.

"He should be proud that I want him to touch my hair." Duo said, raising a six-pack of mini-Dr. Peppers all the way to the top of their respective column. A poster displayed 2 FOR $5 and the shoppers sure took the sale for granted.

Duo prayed the six-rung ladder will hold him for a six-pack mini-Sprites- it became very unstable when Duo nearly tripped earlier putting up toilet paper. He had stomped as hard as possible to balance himself and later found some very important nails nearby.

He steadied himself with the soda in hand, holding it as if it was some sacred relic, and reached up to place the Sprite at the very top. His legs wavered in his nervousness, and so did the ladder, and then, finally, his arms stretched two feet above his head, level with the stacks upon stacks of mini-sodas before someone touched his hair. He stumbled a bit in surprise and fell backwards., wishing to himself that a swift neck-breaking would befall him and not some jar in the spine that would leave him paralyzed.

Luckily, those thoughts weren't needed as the bastard who fingered his braid pushed him upwards and standing straight. Duo had another sudden feeling of surprise; he didn't feel any hands or fingers. He quickly pushed the cans up, a corner still hanging. The possessive teenager swung around to look at the groper straight in the eye.

At first, Duo couldn't see anything. There seemed to be, for a second, a shimmering part of the store like rising heat before a man appeared. And Duo had to admit, he was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He also had to admit, that even if he was straight as a bored, the man probably made him gay for about two or three seconds.

Said man's shocks of hair stuck out in impossible disaster angles; it almost made Duo squint seeing such unkept hair, while he admired the other key factors of the man. Usually, he ascribed the 'special points' to girls.. But this man was an exception. The 'special points' being eyes, lips, height, and body type.

The stranger (Duo has not completely forgotten the man had pulled his hair) had eyes of swirling dark blue, with a slight slant. Check. Lips were a muscular pink, thick enough that would look good doing a certain sexual act Duo should not be thinking of. There was a pricy thought of the man licking his lips that made Duo's mind spin for but a moment. His pulse quickened, and he felt as if things weren't as normal as they should be. Anyway, the lips: check.

In terms of height, it would've been a definite no-no if he was female. Duo was short enough, and a girl anywhere near as tall as the stranger would definitely turn him off. Well, he was a he anyway. Check. The guy had a good body, pure and simple. His was muscular, dammit. Body type: Check.

The man- Duo acceded- was his absolute paragon of a lover, if he was gay.

Duo tried to manage his tongue to speak- instead, the mound of taste buds rolled lazily in his mouth, and he felt dizzy again. He tried to move his lips together, but they, also, chose to malinger far apart disobediently. In terms of crisis, his mind was the worse; repeating over and over how hot the guy was. Tendrils of lust mixed in with what might've been fear until again he was overcome with desire.

However, the man looked on stoically, and Duo realized he was only a foot or so above the eyes of the man. That would mean the man would be over seven feet tall. Duo himself stood only five-feet-four, and he had always been called short and girly, because of his braid.

Then the man stretched his hand to curve around Duo's jaw and wrap around his jugular. The smaller victim started, actually getting about an inch back before freezing again, drizzlings of sweat sliding down past his ears and eyebrows.

The man licked his lips, and it was just as sensual as Duo thought it would be, until he started squeezing that hand of his that is. It happened for only ten seconds or so, but Duo was sure that the end of his life has descended; dying horny would be his main regret in life. The man stopped the hard grasp and decided to stroke the neck, his thumb emphasizing on the nerve on the right side. Duo Maxwell thought for sure his knees would buckle and the killer, or crazy person, would have a nice laugh as he broke his nose on the floor. What he hoped the man would do was to just let him faint, and not kidnap him, too.

The handsome paragon pulled his right hand down, dragging Duo's face close enough to kiss, digging a nail into his vein, and Duo was irrestibly hard, no doubt about it. He was also suffocating. He wanted to unopen his lips to cease the steady flow of saliva running down his chin but, impossibly, no amount of wanting to move registered to his face or any other part of his body. He felt something slip into his pocket, and real feeling, all physical, washed over him- the onslaught causing Duo's knees to buckle dramatically. Duo fell.

He was right, the man smiled as he fell. Fortunatly, there was another push for Duo- and the boy saw that no hands were involved for they were in the man's pockets- and he fell a bit on his side and hip instead of his nose. He had a quick blink of pain, and the man had disappeared.

Holy shit, what the fuck was that? Holy shit, who the hell was he? Holy shit... holy shit... Simply put, the whole ordeal was some holy shit.

His heart thundered throughout his whole body, shining with salty sweat, accompanied by the hard-on from hell. He looked around, wiping away trails of sweat nervously, There seemed to be no one to see.

Of course. There's just no way someone could just happen to be watching when a man is trying to... Duo stopped there. What was the man thinking? From that last look Duo saw, the man looked to be playing around with him. A little bit extreme, but it wasn't like Duo was hurt or anything. Then Duo remembered the man had given him something. He flicked out the torn sheet of paper and read something along the lines of- I LIKE YOU. COME DOWNTOWN WITH YOUR FRIEND. THERE'S GOING TO BE TWO OTHERS- which really looked like the man tried to write with his mouth, upside-down, or chicken-scratch as most would call it.

His arousal had died down a bit, so Duo sat up, looking at the top cans of Sprite teetering frightfully on the edge of the tower. Even though Duo just couldn't wait to tell Trowa about what happened, he still needed to finish his job.

Climbing the ladder again, Duo could feel that the ladder was miraculously sturdy once more.

AN: I in the midst of reshaping some parts of my fic.. I'm editing it in other words! Please review if you read :D