Quatre's girly, huh?

We're going to look into this some more...lol and all. XD


Chapter 29: OCDuo


Hilde picked up his ship's signal at the last minute, she needed to stop off and see him. Slinking over in a single space suit: Easy peasy. Slipping off it's helmet: Piece of cake. Sliding two very heavy arms around Duo's neck: Murder. She was bold and kissed him, an action he graciously returned. Not knowing when she'd be seeing Duo again, she wanted to etch as much of him into her memory as possible.

The embrace led them to bump the cockpit's wall; the lack of gravity made things difficult. He laughed a little, "And here I thought it'd be all graceful and romantic with no gravity. You could end up with a concussion if you get too into it."

"Only in the movies, huh?" She laughed. "Try holding on," she said and nodded upward, to above his head.

Looking up, "Can do." His hand clasped the bar conveniently located above him. The other hand, to his side, held a steel ladder. "Anchored." They resumed. The contact was welcomed, but being in a space suit made it relatively impossible to take the scenario any further. He broke their kiss and said, "It's starting get a little warm," he implied with that cute smirk she adored, "Not that I mind..." he assured her.

She loosened her grip, "Is this too restricting?" she asked, tugging on his shoulders. Protocol dictated they keep their suits on at all times when traveling. If the suit didn't allow room to grow, it would be wise to wait for another time.

He shook his head. "Nope. It does, however, make it difficult to continue."

The line alone was enough to 'stir' her. "Continue?" she asked, sounding quieter. "You'd want to go further?"

"Of course," he mirrored her volume.

She touched foreheads with him, "I guess it would be pretty impossible to do anything right now."

"I said 'difficult', not impossible."

"Really now?" she asked.

He blushed, "Through the suit is fine...if...you don't mind doing something like that."

"Not at all," she looked devilish. "It's kind of kinky," she said and rubbed the front of his suit. Even through the thick material she could feel how aroused he was becoming.

He let his head fall back and her fingers traced his form. "Naughty girls are awesome."

Hilde skillfully caressed the length of him. It wasn't the first time she laid hands on him, but it was going to be the first time she took hold with the intent of finishing him off. She gave extra attention to the tip, a place she came to understand as a sensitive area, made him emit quite noises of delight. "You'll have to tell me if it feels good, I'm flying blind here..." She slipped in closer, "I know..." she said quietly and looped her legs around his thighs to hold on snugly. Her thumbs now played a bigger role by framing and fulfilling the sides of his stiff.

"Don't worry, you got me," he commented and adjusted to his new attachment. Pressing enough to be felt though the material, but not so much to cause discomfort, he couldn't help but let out a few more gentle sighs to alert her to his approval. These ones were a tiny bit louder. "Do this-" he said and loosened his grip on one side to show her a 'rolling knuckle' motion, hand on it's side, "-closer to the top."

She did as instructed, "This?"

He let out a soft cry of recognition, "Yeah...a bit lower." He felt Hilde shift her position half an inch. "A little lower." Once more, obedience. "Right there-" he quickly said, "-and keep that pace." He steadied himself, he was getting close. She picked up the pace occasionally, whenever his hips stifled any thrusts. 'I hate to rush this, but we don't have much time.'

A few obvious outward breaths escaped and then his arms jerked. His lower half also twitched as he tried to hold still; the full motion would have sent them both bouncing around the cab. Hilde's hand rested on his back, pulling him closer. It delivered more pressure, enough to release the tension that had been building. "Slow down a little, you got it-you got it-I'm there," he said as his body pulsated. The pangs of his 'arrival' radiated through the suit and delightfully racked his body.

"I didn't think that would work."

Catching his breath, "Like you wouldn't believe. Woo. I needed that," he said with a sigh, "I wish I could return the favor," he said and cupped her bottom with his two hands, "Guess we'll have to meet up again like this when we get to earth." He tugged her close for another kiss.

"I'll hold you to that," she said and leaned in for a full hug to go with her kiss.

The things she clamored for were granted, but he still groaned, "Ahh, wasn't thinkin'...it's warm," upon full contact.

"Wha-?" she quickly let go and smirked, "Oops," she giggled, floated back and then, shortly after that, back to her ship.

'And back to reality.'

At least his day started out okay; waking up early did have it's vantage points. Releasing a little more tension was in order after last night. After washing up, Duo finished getting ready for school. As he was leaving, an odd sight caught his eye. "Was that-?" It only registered with him when he was halfway out the door. Back in the house, "-Quatre?" he said.

The one who was curled up in the largest arm chair stirred awake with a jump. He remembered where he was when his eyes focused on familiar objects. "Morning." He stated without the 'good' to top it off.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you come back last night." He was red, like the beets he stole, desperately wondering if he had made any noise during his 'me time' or not.

"I assumed you were asleep, I didn't want to wake you." He looked around, baffled and amazed, but only for a few moments. "Right...that's dumb..." he said to himself.

"You should have said something. Heero spent the night in that chair and was cramped up for the entire day."

"...I can believe that..." He squinted the sleep from his eyes.

He noticed Quatre's discomfort and stepped back. 'He heard!' Duo hesitated, but asked, "S-something the matter?"

"Nothing major; I forgot to take my contacts out before bed. They're itchy," he said and stood up kind of sad, because for a brief moment, he thought his vision had come back to him overnight. 'That's the second time I did that too, ech.' Creaky, he stretched and cracked his neck in both directions. A look at his watch determined, "It's not time for school."

'Is this a normal wake up ritual, or was it caused by the chair?' Duo wondered. "I know. I was leaving early to get something to eat." He had a sandwich shop who's sale day was Friday. A big breakfast, cheaper than the extra large coffee he normally drank? It was a hard deal to pass up.

Quatre straightened his clothing, but ultimately still looked displease at it. "..." Quickly checking himself in the hall mirror revealed the product he used in his hair had given out during the night, half-unstyling it.

"I have a spare uniform if you want to change."

"...No thanks, I think I'm going to take the day off. It'll be too hard to get everything together in time to be prepared for a day at school." He ruffled his hair and wore it long. If it was only going to be half done, there was no point to have it done at all. "I wouldn't mind borrowing a shirt for the walk." He didn't need anyone thinking he was playing hooky; he was doing just that, but he didn't need anyone thinking it.

"No prob," he said and left to grab a shirt, awestruck at the idea of Quatre going out in public looking as he did. 'He looks 'scruffy'.' And 'scruffy' wasn't a word he ever imagined using to describe Quatre. Ever! "Oh-" he panicked internally, but managed to hold it together externally. He brought Quatre a random black t-shirt and mentioned, "I think I have your sweater."

"That's right," he said and slipped it off his shoulders. "That's my fault, I didn't have time to look for mine before I left." He explained the rice.

"Aw, thanks. You didn't have to do that. I'm taking it for lunch then." Duo thought he was hallucinating the smell of rice and veggies wafting into his room. They swapped sweaters. "...Large? This isn't mine."

"Huh, Heero must have yours then...this one's mine," he said and slipped the 'small' over his arm.

'I'm boned,' he thought. Quatre finding the weed in his pocket would have been easy to dodge, but Heero wouldn't let it slide so easily. Especially now, since he probably developed a not-so-good opinion on mind altering substances. He'd go to school, sneakily trade with Heero and slip away. Hopefully that way, he wouldn't have to do any explaining.

After Quatre called his teachers, they set out. The staff was sympathetic and told him to take it easy for the day. They too knew full well of the ongoing issue with the transit system.

Duo took them to the sandwich shop and bought his friend to breakfast, as a thank you for the rice and offering to fill the fridge. Quatre's cards were useless at the small vendor anyway. Meager, he felt, but he saw delight in Quatre upon making the offer. As they awaited their orders, he had to ask, "Why didn't you call the attendance line to call off?"

"I could, but then it would count as an absent day. They said if I do it the other way, it doesn't get recorded at all."

Duo's eyebrow went up. "Can anyone do that?" It was the first he'd heard of it.

"I don't know...they didn't give you that option?"

Duo shook his head, "Nah. I don't think they told Heero either. He had to wait until the attendance line picked up yesterday, it was a pain."

"...odd." He looked annoyed.

"...hmm." Duo saw yet another lie. Apparently Quatre realized the reason for the special treatment as quickly as he did. It was the same as the police officer letting him off with a warning; the name 'Winner' meant a lot, to a lot of people. "Don't worry about it."

They got their orders and kept walking. Duo was still going to school that day, he had to get his sweater back from Heero. 'The thief! Oh no, it's happening to him too?! Thief is my bit!' Duo dreaded the impending identity crisis. 'Tangent, tangent, tangent,' he thought, desperately trying to look for one.

First stop was the Pharmacy; he had plenty of time to grab a few things before first bell. After they grabbed Quatre solution for his contacts, they headed to the grocery store. Duo had seceded and allowed Quatre to buy him a few things; maybe he'd find a distraction in there.

They walked to the local market as they ate. "This is so much food." Quatre looked at the nutritional information on the side of his container, "Ah, I see why you only go on Fridays. Is that the same sandwich you had last week?"

"I think so." Duo looked down at his sandwich, consisting of whole wheat bread, several layers of roast beef, all topped with sauerkraut and melted provolone. There was a pile of lettuce too, but that was requested as an extra topping. "Apart from the lettuce," he said and finished the last bite.

"I'll have to try it next time, it looks good." Quatre was taking longer, the onions on top of his order were slippery and refused to stay on the sandwich. He had to keep repositioning it in the tray. What was worse, the clerk at the grocery store said he wasn't allowed to bring in an outside food item. "Seriously?" He was half tempted to 'name-drop' on himself just so she'd let him in with it. "I know," he said and proceeded to shove the last third of the massive sandwich in his mouth. It was so large, he needed to inhale a bit just to consume the bulk of the bite. With a few hardened 'chews' alternating with bits of 'gulping' the sandwich was gone in a few seconds.

Duo was filled with glee as they made their way down the first aisle. "...that...was...awesome!"

He laughed, "I only do it when I'm in a rush. Shauna hates it, she says I look like a duck trying to swallow food."

"That is how they do it."

"Uh-uh, I didn't tilt my head back, so it was more like a 'snake'."

Apparently this conversation had happened before, that response was far to well delivered. "Does this mean you're going to coil around a tree branch and sleep it off?" They laughed and got on with their trip.

"Maybe," he said while reading the back of a package.

A guy in passing bumped into him. "Watch where you're going," he snarked and continued on.

Quatre kept quiet and repositioned himself to finish reading.

"Want me to rough him up?" Duo asked and peered at the guy's back as he moved about the store.

"I'm fine..." he continued reading. He snickered.

"...you sure?" He assumed the laughter was a nervous sort.

"Oh yeah; I was just thinking about how much easier my life would be if I were allowed to slap just one, single person each day. It's amusing." He snickered again and continued on down the aisle, having found a sufficient brand of pasta to work with. Quatre was polite on the outside, but it seemed his internal track varied drastically.

Duo followed along, scared; not for his safety, but for his image. 'And here I went and called him feminine.' All Quatre had been showing him on this 'off' day of his was the direct opposite. 'I've got things to fall back on! He still can't drink, he bakes in his spare time, there's the piano stuff...all them credit cars...yeah...I'm good...yeah,' Duo stopped and realized, 'We're shopping together...so we can cook together...dammitall!' He needed a distraction. His tangent hunt failed miserably, he needed back up. He looked to his left: A wall of chocolate bars. '...that'll do.' He thought and began to pilfer bar after bar, stealthily stuffing as many into his coat as he could fit. The day was warm, but the morning was beginning to get that autumn time 'cold snap' effect to it, he was glad the jacket now had two functions.

The glint of a familiar name on a piece of cover art caught Quatre's eye. "There's something that doesn't belong in the discount bin," Quatre said and picked up an album by 'Modest Mouse'. "I don't have this one yet," he said and read the track list of 'We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank'. The disk had been discarded in the wrong place, it was much more expensive than the other surrounding titles.

Duo died inside. That was one of his favorite bands! 'He listens to epic music too? There goes the piano.' He didn't care anymore; if he liked music, this was way better than a tangent. It was still within the realm of reality, it had substance. "When did you start liking this stuff?" he tapped the CD in his friend's hand.

He thought about it, "For as long as I can recall. Shauna introduced me to a lot of the 'recent' bands I have on my iPod, so I'll have to give her the credit for those."

He considered Modest Mouse quality(or recent)? He figured Bach, Mozart and Chopin would be topping his list. "What else do you listen to?" Now he had to know.

Again, he had to think, "You got me into 'Queen'."

"No way, you had Queen on that machine already."

"True. But I heard you listening to it on the intercom once a couple years ago. I was drawn ever since. Funny though, I never asked you who the band was, I kept forgetting. I had to ask around, I only remembered a fer of the lyrics. I ended up waiting over a year to find out who they were."

"You remembered lyrics for that long?" That was dedication. "What song was it?"

"It was 'Bohemian Rhapsody'."

"No way," Duo was touched.

"After that, I found 'Killer Queen', 'Headlong', 'The Show Muse go on' and 'Miracle'. They're really good."

"Shame Freddy's gone, I'd have loved to see him in concert. He's got so much energy." And they went on to talk about Queen, Modest Mouse, Infected Mushroom and even Tool.

"Honestly, I prefer ska and techno, but neither of those sound good on the piano. At least not without losing some amount of 'edge'."

'Quatre has edge? I'm ruined! Wait! ...it's just with music...I think I'm good.' Duo reflects on his qualities. 'What's left? Uh...uh...credit cards and he can't drink! Right! I can still be on top...or on par...I don't know.' He looked to his right: Things to steal! His cool guy factor was augmented by his thievery, something Hilde admired back in the day; now it was the reason she was gone. 'Might as well take advantage of my free time while she's gone...get it out of my system." And thus he began to steal things, left, right and center.

When they got to the cash, Quatre laid their items on the counter and reached for one of his many cards. The clerk gave him an exorbitant number to pay. "What?! Why?!" Quatre picked up the box that had gold leafing on the outside, "Is all the pasta covered in gold too?!" He saw the female clerk blankly point to Duo. He turned to see his friend's jacket stuffed to the brim with various foods and junk. "...I can cover this." Quatre put the first card back and pulled out a different one.

Duo was relieved to know that he would always have that feminine thing to fall back on. "Sorry, I steal when I'm stressed."

"I know, don't worry about it," he said with a sigh. "I'm more bothered by this thing tonight."

"You worry too much. Besides, you said we're relaxing, not partying...though I do plan to have a few," he hinted.

"Go ahead, I'm still not a fan. You can have my share."

Duo rejoiced, he would always have the ability to drink more than Quatre. 'How many did he have at the banquette? I had eight by the end of it...let's see...' He counted the wine Quatre had at dinner, the beer he got for him, the double blue lagoon, the double blue eyed blond, a single yagger bomb and one shot of whiskey, that he mentioned the next day. 'Wait a sec, we had the same amount...and I was the one who was puking by the end of the night...I'm the one who can't drink...crap...damn...dammitall again!' Duo looked forlorn. How could he have missed that?

"Wait a sec," he said and pieced some things together, "Why did the wine make you so sick that day?" he asked, assuming Quatre knew what he was talking about.

"That's because-" His phone rang, "It wasn't me-Hello?" he answered his phone.

'He was covering for his sister!' Duo figured it out.

''I'm saving my money' he says,' was all his sister said while snickering over the line.

"It was an emergency purchase. And what are you doing tracking my spending?"

'Iria left me in charge of the cards, I get automatic updates. I'm only calling because you could have used the 'orange card'.'

Quatre turned and looked at the sign on the front of the store they had just left. "I didn't even notice, sorry."

'No biggie. You got to look for that symbol everywhere. It's wasting your money, not mine, I just wanted you to know.'

"Thank you Shauna," they hung up.

"What was that?"

"I used the wrong card. I've got a few different credit cards for certain shops in town, it's for bookkeeping purposes. My main card is the money I'm allotted for the month, what I don't use gets put on my savings card. It lets Iria-or Shauna now-know if I'm making regular purchases that could be invested in by our company. It saves money in the long run, but it's such a pain. I'm up to eight credit cards now. I'm hoping they condense them soon, my wallet is full."

It wasn't feminine at all! It was 'fiscal'! Duo raised his arms in the air, "What the hell?!" All of the candy fell, catching the eye of the children passing by. They were attached to a leash by each one of their wrists. Some of them tried to defy their caregiver holding the lead and attempted to rush the candy. Duo raised a hand to the kids, "Hang on!" He knelt down and pawed through the ones that had any allergy warnings. "Some of these have peanuts...and that's it. Have at 'er!" And he began to walk off at a pace that said 'pissed off'.

"Duo!?" Quatre watched the children overpower the adult in charge. She was brought to her knees as the young ones raided the rather large pile of sweets.

"Enjoy the sugar rush, lady," Duo yelled over his shoulder.

"That was a bit much, don't you think?"

"Not even, they're kids, not animals...or prisoners..." He looked at the chocolate and allergy warnings in his two hands. "Do you like these?"

Quatre looked at the rather salty-sweet bar. "Not really, but Shauna does."

"Here," he said and placed the bars in the bag that held the food they were going to be cooking. "Take these to your place, I'll be there after lunch. Today's going to be a short day for me."

"Sure." They parted.

Now all Duo had to do was get his sweater back from Heero. He was going to spend a length of time debunking the idea that Quatre was more masculine than he was. 'It's no use. He's not feminine, he's a friggin' prince. Chivalrous to the core.' It wasn't going well.


I take it back: THIS, is the lowest point. Maybe...

The deadly parabolic downswing that is Duo's depression is a deep ditch.

(Fuck, I hated parabolas...but I love alliteration! XDX)

So many things are lining up right now, I hope my wrist keeps up, I'm dying to get to the circus scene! :D

Thoughts? Opinions?