Adapting
Cursing with suggestive language.
"Sweet Jesus," Duo moaned as he shifted in his chair again.
"I had no idea," Zechs whispered in pain.
"I told ya," Heero sing songed, not feeling the least bit sympathetic for the two older men.
The four men, along with others from the previous night, were sitting in Norcom's spacious library listening to Ms. Sunshine read.
"Hey Fei," Heero said nudging Wufei with his arm, "you think that guy's dead?"
Wufei looked over in the direction Heero was pointing to and almost burst out laughing. He barely contained himself and managed to cover it with a cough. However, Duo wasn't that fortunate.
"Shit," Duo said a little too loudly and got several harsh 'shh' from some people around them.
"Who is he talking about now?" Zechs asked with a frown. Duo pointed to the man in question and Zechs had to cough a little loudly to cover his own laughter.
The man Heero had been pointing to was, ironically, towards the middle of the front row. He had his legs in front of him with his head stretched back across the backrest of the chair. His mouth was wide open and he wasn't moving - at all.
"When will it end," someone whispered a few chairs away from them.
"Shh," a giggle, "she might hear you."
Heero smiled while looking for the owner of the voice. He looked down a few chairs and noticed Quatre Winner along with some young lady whispering to each other. 'Must be him,' Heero nodded to himself. He sat forward in his chair while trying to get Mr. Winner's attention.
"Psst," he started, "Mr. Winner!"
"Duo, control your heathen," Zechs murmured harshly over Wufei, watching as he began to wave his hands around frantically.
"Heero," Duo warned, "please stop." Duo pushed Heero back into his chair.
"Oh come on, Duo! Mr. Winner's right there," Heero pleaded. "Mr. Winner," he tried again and found himself successful when the older man turned to him.
Quatre Winner turned around at the sound of his voice to see a familiar young man waving at him. "Heero Yuy," he whispered and waved back. "Meet me outside after this," he motioned towards the double doors.
Heero nodded back and gave a thumbs up. He sat back in his chair and turned eyes back to Hippie girl.
"The hell was that?"
"Nothing, now be quiet," Heero shushed Duo effectively.
Duo frowned and turned to look down the row to see Winner still looking at Heero with a certain gleam in his eyes. Duo nodded to the older man in acknowledgment and watched as he returned the gesture.
After another hour and a half of torture, Ms. Pixie Sunshine concluded the reading with a short Q&A session and promises of a sequel.
Heero found it simply hilarious how the people practically bolted from the large library. He looked around for the familiar head of blonde hair and smiled. "I'm going over there," he said distractedly already making his way over to Winner.
"Wait, what," Duo questioned confused but it was already too late. Heero had made his way over to Quatre Winner, chatting quite animatedly with him.
"Duo, what the hell is Heero doing?" Zechs questioned with a deep frown marring his handsome features.
"Talking to Mr. Winner, what does it look like?" He responded through clenched teeth.
"Well, it looks to me like Heero is flirting with him," Zechs whispered as he watched Heero playfully hit Winner in his arm and laugh.
"Well, you're wrong because he's not." Duo couldn't help the growl from escaping as he saw Heero writing something down on a small piece of paper - no doubt his phone number. What the hell would the old man need with his boyfriend's number?
"Then why did he just give Winner his number," Zechs asked with a tilt of his head.
Wufei noticed the slightly murderous glare that Duo was giving Zechs and decided to separate the two men for a while. "Zechs, I'm kind of hungry."
The blonde man looked down at Wufei and smiled. "Well come then, they have a little snack table right over here..." he spoke while steering Wufei towards the food.
As soon as Wufei and Zechs left, Duo had made up his mind and began marching over towards Winner and Heero. He came up behind Heero and grabbed at his elbow, "Don't mean to interrupt," he smiled tightly, "but we've got to get ready to leave."
"Aw, so soon?" Both Heero and Winner questioned sadly.
Duo fought hard not to punch the old man square in his nose. Instead he nodded stiffly, "Yeah, and we have a lot of road to cover - not to mention we've got a few things to tie up so we better be going..." He lead off as he tried to pull Heero away from the graying man in front of them.
"Oh, well you can go finish things up and I'll wait for you right here," Heero tried to be helpful.
"Yes, I promise to keep him company and make sure he doesn't get too bored. We can even play a little chess while we're waiting..."
"Oh, I've never played chess!"
"Really? I must teach you then, I have an old set up in my room and..."
"No!" Duo said a bit too forcefully and smiled in apology at the stares he got. "No, that won't be necessary. I need Heero to help me with the things that need tying up. So we better get going."
"I guess so," Heero said sadly. "Well, it was great seeing you again, Mr. Winner. You have my number so feel free to call anytime, maybe you can teach me some chess later on."
"Love to, Heero. I'll be sure to call you with some of the answers to your questions," he reached for Heero's hand and kissed it lightly. "Always a pleasure," he whispered before letting the soft hand go. He smiled and nodded to Duo, "Mr. Maxwell, it was nice seeing you again, too."
"Ditto, sir." He tried to smile.
Winner turned away with a nod to the two and walked away.
"Come on," Duo growled tightly before leading Heero up the stairs and towards their rooms. He unlocked the door with his key, motioned Heero in ahead of him before slamming the door shut.
Heero whirled around with a hand across his heart. "Whoa, what's up with you?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you the same thing?" Duo stomped into his own room and ripped his suitcase out from under the bed.
"What are you talking about," Heero questioned following behind him, "and what is your problem!" He frowned deeply as he watched Duo begin to throw clothes from the drawers into the traveling bag.
Duo whipped around to face Heero, "My problem is you."
"God," Heero said as he ran a hand through wild locks, "what did I do this time?"
"You...you...fuck! I cant even say it?"
Heero dropped back against the doorframe and slid to the floor. He brought his knees up to his chest and dropped a defined chin on top as he watched through amused eyes as Duo ran around the room, muttering like a mad man.
Heero knew he should be concerned or at least half as upset as Duo seemed to be but he just couldn't. And when Duo slammed his finger in the drawer, Heero couldn't help but laugh outright.
"It's not fucking funny, Heero." Duo yelled angrily as he blinked away hot, pain smarting tears.
"I know, I know and I'm so sorry but you..." Heero fell back into a fit of chuckles.
"You know what," Duo held his injured finger protectively to his chest as he turned around, "just leave, alright? That's the best thing you could do right now."
"Aw Duo..."
"Leave, damn it."
Heero stared at the tension filled back that faced him and sighed heavily. He got up from his position and crossed the bedroom floor in slow strides. He came to stand behind Duo and placed a hand on his broad shoulder only for it to be shaken off roughly.
"Duo, don't be like this with me."
"I think I asked you to leave," he stated coldly.
Heero ignored him and, instead, pulled at his arm. "Does it really hurt," he said as he surveyed the finger in question.
Duo tried only weakly to pull his arm back and Heero took this as a good sign. "I'm sorry that I laughed earlier," he said with a sweet kiss to Duo's red tinted finger. "And whatever I did to make you mad - I'm sorry about that, too." He laid another kiss on the long, slender appendage and looked up into Duo's violet hued eyes. "Don't be mad at me."
Duo sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his forehead down on top of Heero's. "I'm not mad per say..."
"Yes you are," Heero said firmly. "Now will you please tell me what I did to cause you to have a piss fit."
"It wasn't a piss fit - I don't do piss fits." Duo sniffed lightly and smiled slightly as he felt Heero begin to nibble his slender digit softly.
"Of course pumpkin pie," Heero appeased him with the ridiculous pet name.
"I was just...upset."
" 'Bout what?"
"The fact that you were flirting with an old man may have had something to do with it," he cut out dryly.
"What old man?" Heero stepped out of the embrace and stared at him with shocked eyes. "First of all - I don't flirt..."
"Liar..."
"It's true! I don't flirt with people that I've only met on one occasion. Secondly," Heero glared, "I definitely don't flirt with old men...that's just sick."
"Well then please, tell me just what the hell you were doing with Winner," Duo dropped his hand from Heero's and went to his suitcase, struggling to organize it from his tirade a few moments earlier.
"I was just being friendly!" Heero threw his hands into the air before bringing them back down to run through chocolate tresses. "Cheese and rice, Duo! Is this how it's always going to be?"
"How what is going to be?"
"Hot and cold," Heero said before plopping beside the suitcase and laying back, fixing his gaze on the ceiling. Silence permeated the room for a few tense moments before Heero spoke again. "For the hundredth time today or this weekend I've apologize. I had no idea you'd get so strung out on me being friendly with Mr. Winner. And the fact that you say that I was flirting with him is outrageous but...I'm sorry, nonetheless."
Duo sighed as he refolded his sweater and placed it carefully into this suitcase. "No, I'm sorry. I was being an asshole and overly possessive - and it's not that I didn't want you to talk to him because he could get you in with a real good job."
"Yeah, and that's the whole reason why I went over to him," Heero turned tired eyes to the man on his left.
"I know," he mumbled, "so this time, it's my bad."
"Ha, yeah. You're bad," Heero smiled softly, "now come over here and give me a make-up kiss."
Duo smiled before crawling over his suitcase, leaning over Heero's slight form and capturing his pouty lips. He ran a tongue along his plump bottom lip, asking for entrance. Once it was given, Duo plunged inside, tongue seeking Heero's and engaging in a slippery dance.
"Wow," Heero panted after being released from the kiss. "That was one hell of a make-up kiss."
"One of my best, I should say," Duo agreed before lying next to Heero on the large bed. "You know we gotta get up soon and pack all our shit."
"Yeah," Heero nodded, "but I'm gonna kind of miss this place. And I have to honestly say that I had fun...despite the snobs, air heads, and hippies."
Duo laughed shortly. "Nice," he flipped over onto his stomach and entwined Heero's hand with his own. "If you're on your best behavior, I may just bring you back up here...maybe we could go camping or something. And Wufei and Zechs could come along too."
Heero snorted. "Ha! After this little trip is over, Blondie in a Bottle isn't coming within 5 feet of my best friend."
This chapter, I must say, pissed me off to no end. For some reason I struggled like hell to get this out and it was a pain in my ass, for sure. If it sucks like hell, you'll no why.
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