Just so you know, this is horrible, I'm tired, I don't care, flame me all you want, but
remember...I will get the wildebeests on your ass!
Disclaimer: No character's in this belong to me, if you steal them, not my problem, but
the plot is mine and I will attack you with a flying spoon duck if you try to yoink it. I'm tired,
and this fic was written during extreme exhaustion so DO NOT ASK. I am warning you.
Forever, ~Ruka-chan~/~Yuushi-chan~
~*~*~
Chapter Two
Nightmares and Angels
_Damn Idiot! RUN!_ The command never did seem to reach Duo's numb legs, and even
if it had, he doubted he would have been able to push himself up enough to get away from the
mob that surrounded him. Visions of his past flashed before his eyes, Heero straddling him,
running loving fingers over his face before slamming a fist down into that cheek. Quatra laughed
from a bit off, Heero shaking out his knuckles as he smirked venomously, the horrid chuckle and
shaking of his shoulders seeming to hold rhythm with the sound of explosions in the
background.
The ghosts of each soldier stupid enough to have gotten in the way of the God of Death
haunted him as well as those who had destroyed Maxwell Church. The orphanage Duo had
grown up in. They too lashed out, slamming boots, whips, or fists into Duo's exposed, naked
flesh, leaving him sobbing in the cold of the winter storm that blew around them all.
Duo gave out another sob, trying to twist away, the excruciating pain eating at his soul,
his body covered in a thick sheen of sweat and blood mingled to form a salty, pink liquid. Heero
ran his tongue over it, shuddering at the taste, as he always had when they had made love.
Love? No. That wasn't the right word. It had been more an act of brutal mating that always left
Duo feeling so...empty afterwards. He had always known the other man to be in love with
Relena, and now...
Duo jerked, a silent scream erupting from a raw, pain-filled throat, unable to give any
voice to the plea of help. Still he tried again, and was surprised to find himself not calling out the
names of his old comrades or lovers, but instead Zechs, begging and pleading for help. At the
threat of him screaming, a steel toed boot crushed into his jaw, and Duo's face snapped to the
side, and he lay there, sobbing. So badly did he want to scream for help, beg for it, but to who?
All he could think to do is try to struggle away, but it seemed that all around him were growing.
Larger and larger it seemed, and Duo realized suddenly that they hadn't grown larger, but he
had shrunk. Grown down, he thought to himself, back to the age of when they had destroyed
Maxwell Church...
The guards pushed Heero off and grabbed the young boy, Duo managing to slam out his
fist hard and knock one guard off who cupped his cheek with one hand, shoulder with other, and
shook him. The guard stumbled, the wind knocked out of him, and the others slammed the boy
face first into a wall, their fingers trailing everywhere. All the child could do was shake in terror
and pain, his eyes squinting shut in the agony of what he knew was going to happen. One of the
large men undid his pants, his arm holding the bare child hard against the wall.
"You know what I think of your church?" the man began, before giving out a cry. The
child was dropped to the ground, crumbling into a small, weak heap upon the ground, looking
up to see the image of what he always pictured an angel to be standing above him.
The platinum-blond Zechs Marquise turned, his silk black shirt, unbuttoned, billowing
back some to show his strong body, his black slacks highlighting those slender, strong hips and
legs. A gun was pulled from the waist of his pants in back, and he drew it over to the
approaching enemy, quickly disposing of them; that cold, dark calm on his face a mix of deadly
anger and cool control. Duo could just stare in shock, watching as one by one the nightmares fell
to the ground till each image was gone, and the angel turned to gaze down at him with beautiful,
gentle blue eyes.
Kneeling down, the ethereal being gathered the child--now once more back to his grown
form--into warm, comforting arms, soft lips brushing against a sweat slicked brow and gentle
fingers pushing the hair away from a sticky face. Duo felt himself calm down, his body
conforming with his, his fears melting away as he laid in those strong arms. Arms that he never
wanted to be let out of.
"Don't worry little one...you're safe," came a gentle, enchanting voice, and Duo only
nodded, clinging to his angel tighter than ever before.
Zechs had only slightly awakened at the first whimper, thinking maybe Duo had already
gotten up and stubbed his toe or some such. But then he heard the desperate sob, and his names
being spoken by the innocent child next to him as if it were a prayer, like the man were his only
hope to be pulled from some sort of misery. That was when Zechs had bolted upright, turning to
the boy and watching twist beneath the sheets, sobbing in agony. Another bolt of lightning lit the
sky, not long after being followed by the booming of rumble of thunder.
Zechs blinked in confusion and extreme worry at the pain in the lithe little deity next to
him, and slowly the blond haired man leaned forward, stroking the boy's cheek. Duo cringed,
pulling back and trying to pull his arms free from where he had tangled them in the sheets.
Zechs reached down, grabbing the boy's shoulder and shaking him, his hand finally cupping one
side of the boys face.
"Duo! Duo, little one! It's all right; wake up. I'm here," he called in a comforting voice,
but it didn't seem to reach through as another blast of thunder rumbled, distracting Zechs for a
moment too long as Duo got his hand free and swung around, delivering an incredibly strong
punch to the middle of the blond mans ribs.
Stumbling back and trying to regain his breath, Zechs doubled over, his head between
his knees, keeping his distance from the boy who now seemed scarily calm; the only movement
the fear filled shaking of the body. Panting to get back the wind that had ever so gracefully been
forced from his lungs with impact of that wrenching fist. But he couldn't blame the poor child
for it. No...Duo wouldn't hit him on purpose, and he didn't think that the boy had much control
over his actions or thoughts while he slept, or else he wouldn't have been tossing or crying,
would he?
Zechs forced himself into a sitting position, fingers still covering the wounded skin
where already a darkening bruise could be seen. Though when his eyes swept across the boy
covered in a slick sheen of sweat, shaking like a doe caught in the headlights, he forgot his own
pain and moved back next to his side, this time being sure to keep his attention up. Looking him
up and down, he could see that the boy had become hopelessly entangled in the sheets and
blankets, and no matter how hard he had struggled he couldn't get free. It had been almost
impossible for Duo to get that hand free to hit him, and even then he was still tangled in it. Zechs
squinted slightly and quickly began to strip the heavy, bothersome cotton sheets and comforters
from the boys shaking form.
Pulling them down, he felt his heart skip a beat as he revealed more and more of the boys
lightly tanned, muscular body, his small, strong stomach, and the bit swell of hips that were
showing out where his boxers had been pulled down some in the losing battle with the bed.
Finally untangling his legs, he was barely able to hold back, the skin between his own legs hard.
This boy was so innocent, so beautiful...so...enchanting.
"Gods...Duo...you're amazing..." Zechs' voice was a barely audible noise and he moved
next to him, gathering the damp figure into his arms and kissing his brow comfortingly, brushing
the hair away from his sticky forehead with loving fingers. Duo's body relaxed, and he turned
his face, burying it into this ex-enemies shoulder, clinging tightly to him with a grip that never
wanted to let go. One that Zechs had always imagined a disciple might give to one he found out
was his savior. Carefully, Zechs kissed his brow again. "Don't worry little one...you're safe
now," he said gently.
"Don't leave..." Duo pleaded sleepily, still lost in his dreams. Zechs could only give off a
small smile as he laid back, tugging the child halfway on top of him, tormenting himself as he
purposefully pulled the boys thigh to his hardness. Duo cuddled up to him, his cheek rubbing
against his shoulder, his arms snaking around him. Zechs smiled, his own arms snaking around
Duo's waist.
"I'll stay as long as you want, sweet nymph," he said in a soft, whispered voice. In
moments, Duo had gone into a peaceful sleep, his face reflecting the inner calm that had replaced
the panic, that image of perfect serenity never twitching when thunder crashed. Zechs could
only smile as he closed his own eyes, letting himself drift off as well with the one man he wished
to hold forever. Only as he lay on the border edge of sleep did he realize the truth to his words.
If Duo asked, Zechs would never leave...especially now that he had the object of his secret desire,
his obsession for the past four years, now resting within his arms. Especially not now that he was
able to hold his Duo.
~*~
He promised her a new and better life
Out in Arizona
Underneath the blue never-ending sky
Swore that he was gonna
get things in order
He'd send for her
When he left her behind, it never crossed her mind
There is no Arizona
No painted desert
No serandona
If there was
A grand canyon
She could fill it up with the lies he's told her
But they don't exist
Those dreams he sold her
She'll wake up and find
There is no Arizona
She got a postcard with no return address
Post marked tombstone
It said I don't know where I'm goin next
But when I do I'll let ya know
May, June, July
She wonders why she's still waitin
She'll keep waiting cuz
There is no Arizona
No painted desert
No serandona
If there was
A grand canyon
She could fill it up with the lies he's told her
But they don't exist
Those dreams he sold her
She'll wake up and find
There is no Arizona
Duo flicked off the TV, sitting back against the extravagant headboard and watching as
the screen flickered to one central dot of light that slowly distinguished into total blackness, the
room seeming to ring deafeningly in the silence. Staring at the blackened screen, Duo shifted in
his boxers and ran a hand through his newly trimmed hair, a bitter grimace coming onto his lips.
That damned Zechs Marquise had gone too far, first chucking his clothes and his reliable (well,
not really) jacket, and the rest of the things he had been wearing that night. It had taken much
persuading to convince Zechs that his cotton boxers were all right. Though he really didn't think
so when he stood next to Zechs dressed in his silks.
Then the blond man had ushered Duo to the shower, telling him oh-so-graciously that he
had butchered pigs that smelt better than him. The boy couldn't help but blush ashamedly when
he said that, grumbling the fact that he was working at a construction sight across town and had
to work with tar. Zechs had only said in a chiding, teasing voice, "Excuses, excuses" and
grabbed him a bar wonderful smelling mint soap and flower scented shampoo and conditioner,
telling him to bathe.
Duo had never been so thoroughly humiliated in his life, having smelt like burnt tar,
sweat, and oil in front of one so perfect as Zechs. In order to make repentance for himself, he had
spent at least a good forty-five minutes in the shower, scrubbing himself down like he never had
before, cleaning his long, past waist length hair at least six times before pouring in the
conditioner. Oh conditioner...Duo closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure. It was a luxury to him
to have such a wonderful thing. Duo, who had once been so big on his hair having to be perfect,
now couldn't even afford conditioner, and had recently been thinking of cutting his braid. It got
in the way during work and was so hard to brush without the conditioner.
The warm water was also a luxury rarely given to him. At the apartment complex he
lived at, the pipes would constantly freeze up during the winter and, if one were to get any
water, it would be cold as hell at best. Add all that on to the body wash and the desire to look
and smell good--even if Zechs would never have him--caused him to take the best shower he
probably had in years. After at least a good forty-five minutes to an hour, Duo shut off the water
and dried himself with the towel, scavenging for a brush.
Not having found one, he had wrapped the plush white towel around his waist and
peered out of the door, catching Zechs staring at it expectantly.
"Do you have a brush I could use?" Duo was surprised by how nervous his voice had
come out, and he gripped the door tightly. What was Zechs expecting? Why did he look at him
like that?
Zechs stood up, walking towards the bathroom door and pushing it open with a light
palm to the center of it. Duo was forced to back up or face getting hit with the swing of the door,
an watched as the blue eyed man looked him up and down, his face serious, his eyes filled
with...longing? Quickly the boy erased the thought. This was Zechs. Not Heero, not WuFei, but
Zechs. Zechs didn't care?
'Then why is he doing all this for you?' That thought still bothered the boy.
The man had stood before him, gazing upon the tangled chestnut hair that fell to below
his waist, and he nodded some before averting his gaze to look back into those violet orbs.
"One condition," he had said, his voice a little bit deeper, rougher, than usual. Duo
realized his arms were folded tightly across his chest in a self-conscious attempt at hiding
himself, and he now dug his nails into his arms.
"What might that be?" Duo had forced himself to be calm, but could barely suppress the
nervousness from making its way into his voice, trying desperately hard not to show his sudden
erection. Zechs never took those intense blue eyes from his though.
"Let me trim your hair."
Duo had barely been able to give out the slightest dispute, reduced to just nodding from
his shock of standing in front Zechs in just a towel, and about to have his hair brushed and
trimmed by probably one of the most amazing men. There was no room for argument, and it
was clear that whether he liked it or not, he was getting the luxury treatment. Even if just for a
small time. As Zechs had worked on his hair, brushing it out and trimming it to the desired
length, Duo had begun to whistle "Tears of Pearls" by Savage Garden. He had been surprised
when Zechs had joined in with him, adding his deep hum to it, causing Duo to shiver and miss a
beat. Staring to the wall ahead of him, and not daring to glance in the mirror for fear that Zechs
had noticed the affect his hum had on him, he hadn't seen Zech's smirk, nor the mans surprised
and pleased look when he saw the hardness jutting out between the boys legs, pressing against
the towel.
The platinum blond man finally began working on those bangs, trimming them to just
below the eyes, right below the boy's high cheekbones. Duo continued to whistle, not wanting to
stop for mixed reasons. The first was it distracted him from his attraction; the second was it
reminded him of it, with the sensual humming of the older man. Third, and most important, it
distracted him from the fact that he could now feel the tips of his hair brushing against his mid
back. It was so short!
Zechs finally backed away, his simple white button up shirt-hung open to show the
white undershirt, a pair of black slacks hanging on his form. He was just in his socks, not yet
having put on his shoes, and he was stealth and silent as he made his way around the almost
totally naked Duo. Finally, standing behind him, he set down the scissors and grabbed the boy
by his shoulders, lightly ushering him to turn towards the mirror. Duo did as he was bid and
reached for the brush, only to have it snatched before he could grab it, and he cast Zechs a
questioning glance in the mirror. Zechs only smiled and began to brush out his hair.
Duo closed his eyes at the feel of a long forgotten pleasure, the brush making its way
gently through his hair, massaging his scalp. After brushing it through a few times, he finally set
it down, bringing his fingers up to begin to expertly twine the hair into a smooth, errorless braid.
Violet eyes could only watch those long fingers move with a stealth ease through his hair, then
the muscles in the small amount of arm viewable flexing beneath the wide shirt. His breath
suddenly came short.
It was then that Zechs messed up on the braid and froze, Duo looking down to see his
erection more noticeable than ever. A sudden blush flared at his cheeks, and the frozen, silent
tension of the moment seemed enough to kill the poor, bashful boy, before Zechs unraveled the
ruined part and smoothed out the strands starting up on the rest of the braid once more.
Blinking, the ex-Gundam looked up to spy Zechs with a private, pleased smile on his lips.
Immediately puzzlement overcame Duo, and all he could do was watch him finish up, those blue
eyes flickering to stare directly into the violet ones in mirror as he tied off the end of the braid.
"Your hair is beautiful, little one," Zechs said softly, a blush rising up to the boy's cheeks.
All he did was stand there as the older man stepped forward, snaking his arms around Duo's
small waist, his lips coming forward to kiss his neck and jaw. Duo, tilting his head back, turned
his face only to glance to Zechs a little, then found his lips captured under the blond mans velvet
feeling ones, his hands coming up to entwine into Zechs' hair.
Only a few minutes after that, Zechs had kissed his neck and said he had to leave if Duo
ever wanted clothes again. Duo couldn't help but lean back against the taller man, his own arms
wrapping around the ones about his waist. Zechs' had nuzzled his cheek then finally pulled
away, trailing his fingers along the small of the boys back as he walked out.
Now Duo lay on the bed, having come out of the bathroom a few minutes after Zechs
left, seeking to distract himself till the man returned. It didn't matter now to Duo. If he could
just have the man with him for one night or for the rest of his life, it didn't matter. He just
needed to touch him and at least take some comfort. Pretend for a day someone still did care
about him, the worn down ex-Gundam pilot. Invisible to all.
The silence had become overbearing, almost so loud that it seemed to crush him. But
when there finally was a noise, he had become too engrossed within his own thoughts to notice
anything but the frantic images of Zechs that pushed through his mind, everything that had
happened. The tune of the song he had just turned off that he had listened to for hours at a time
after he and Heero had first broken up. The images of the way Zechs looked had just looked at
him.... He didn't notice the door open the rest of the way, until he heard the strained voice.
"Duo..." Duo's head shot around, and he suddenly jumped up, his mouth dropping and
his eyes widening in horror.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
What will happen next? You can help decide Boys and Girls! (Not really, I pretty much got my mind made up, but any suggestions on twists and turns, I'm willing to take them! * Laugh* Well, I'm exhausted, and I need to go to bed, so I'm going to end it at this incredibly annoying part and leave you all in torment.
Forever, and so happily and kindly yours!
Ruka-chan/Yuushi-chan
remember...I will get the wildebeests on your ass!
Disclaimer: No character's in this belong to me, if you steal them, not my problem, but
the plot is mine and I will attack you with a flying spoon duck if you try to yoink it. I'm tired,
and this fic was written during extreme exhaustion so DO NOT ASK. I am warning you.
Forever, ~Ruka-chan~/~Yuushi-chan~
~*~*~
Chapter Two
Nightmares and Angels
_Damn Idiot! RUN!_ The command never did seem to reach Duo's numb legs, and even
if it had, he doubted he would have been able to push himself up enough to get away from the
mob that surrounded him. Visions of his past flashed before his eyes, Heero straddling him,
running loving fingers over his face before slamming a fist down into that cheek. Quatra laughed
from a bit off, Heero shaking out his knuckles as he smirked venomously, the horrid chuckle and
shaking of his shoulders seeming to hold rhythm with the sound of explosions in the
background.
The ghosts of each soldier stupid enough to have gotten in the way of the God of Death
haunted him as well as those who had destroyed Maxwell Church. The orphanage Duo had
grown up in. They too lashed out, slamming boots, whips, or fists into Duo's exposed, naked
flesh, leaving him sobbing in the cold of the winter storm that blew around them all.
Duo gave out another sob, trying to twist away, the excruciating pain eating at his soul,
his body covered in a thick sheen of sweat and blood mingled to form a salty, pink liquid. Heero
ran his tongue over it, shuddering at the taste, as he always had when they had made love.
Love? No. That wasn't the right word. It had been more an act of brutal mating that always left
Duo feeling so...empty afterwards. He had always known the other man to be in love with
Relena, and now...
Duo jerked, a silent scream erupting from a raw, pain-filled throat, unable to give any
voice to the plea of help. Still he tried again, and was surprised to find himself not calling out the
names of his old comrades or lovers, but instead Zechs, begging and pleading for help. At the
threat of him screaming, a steel toed boot crushed into his jaw, and Duo's face snapped to the
side, and he lay there, sobbing. So badly did he want to scream for help, beg for it, but to who?
All he could think to do is try to struggle away, but it seemed that all around him were growing.
Larger and larger it seemed, and Duo realized suddenly that they hadn't grown larger, but he
had shrunk. Grown down, he thought to himself, back to the age of when they had destroyed
Maxwell Church...
The guards pushed Heero off and grabbed the young boy, Duo managing to slam out his
fist hard and knock one guard off who cupped his cheek with one hand, shoulder with other, and
shook him. The guard stumbled, the wind knocked out of him, and the others slammed the boy
face first into a wall, their fingers trailing everywhere. All the child could do was shake in terror
and pain, his eyes squinting shut in the agony of what he knew was going to happen. One of the
large men undid his pants, his arm holding the bare child hard against the wall.
"You know what I think of your church?" the man began, before giving out a cry. The
child was dropped to the ground, crumbling into a small, weak heap upon the ground, looking
up to see the image of what he always pictured an angel to be standing above him.
The platinum-blond Zechs Marquise turned, his silk black shirt, unbuttoned, billowing
back some to show his strong body, his black slacks highlighting those slender, strong hips and
legs. A gun was pulled from the waist of his pants in back, and he drew it over to the
approaching enemy, quickly disposing of them; that cold, dark calm on his face a mix of deadly
anger and cool control. Duo could just stare in shock, watching as one by one the nightmares fell
to the ground till each image was gone, and the angel turned to gaze down at him with beautiful,
gentle blue eyes.
Kneeling down, the ethereal being gathered the child--now once more back to his grown
form--into warm, comforting arms, soft lips brushing against a sweat slicked brow and gentle
fingers pushing the hair away from a sticky face. Duo felt himself calm down, his body
conforming with his, his fears melting away as he laid in those strong arms. Arms that he never
wanted to be let out of.
"Don't worry little one...you're safe," came a gentle, enchanting voice, and Duo only
nodded, clinging to his angel tighter than ever before.
Zechs had only slightly awakened at the first whimper, thinking maybe Duo had already
gotten up and stubbed his toe or some such. But then he heard the desperate sob, and his names
being spoken by the innocent child next to him as if it were a prayer, like the man were his only
hope to be pulled from some sort of misery. That was when Zechs had bolted upright, turning to
the boy and watching twist beneath the sheets, sobbing in agony. Another bolt of lightning lit the
sky, not long after being followed by the booming of rumble of thunder.
Zechs blinked in confusion and extreme worry at the pain in the lithe little deity next to
him, and slowly the blond haired man leaned forward, stroking the boy's cheek. Duo cringed,
pulling back and trying to pull his arms free from where he had tangled them in the sheets.
Zechs reached down, grabbing the boy's shoulder and shaking him, his hand finally cupping one
side of the boys face.
"Duo! Duo, little one! It's all right; wake up. I'm here," he called in a comforting voice,
but it didn't seem to reach through as another blast of thunder rumbled, distracting Zechs for a
moment too long as Duo got his hand free and swung around, delivering an incredibly strong
punch to the middle of the blond mans ribs.
Stumbling back and trying to regain his breath, Zechs doubled over, his head between
his knees, keeping his distance from the boy who now seemed scarily calm; the only movement
the fear filled shaking of the body. Panting to get back the wind that had ever so gracefully been
forced from his lungs with impact of that wrenching fist. But he couldn't blame the poor child
for it. No...Duo wouldn't hit him on purpose, and he didn't think that the boy had much control
over his actions or thoughts while he slept, or else he wouldn't have been tossing or crying,
would he?
Zechs forced himself into a sitting position, fingers still covering the wounded skin
where already a darkening bruise could be seen. Though when his eyes swept across the boy
covered in a slick sheen of sweat, shaking like a doe caught in the headlights, he forgot his own
pain and moved back next to his side, this time being sure to keep his attention up. Looking him
up and down, he could see that the boy had become hopelessly entangled in the sheets and
blankets, and no matter how hard he had struggled he couldn't get free. It had been almost
impossible for Duo to get that hand free to hit him, and even then he was still tangled in it. Zechs
squinted slightly and quickly began to strip the heavy, bothersome cotton sheets and comforters
from the boys shaking form.
Pulling them down, he felt his heart skip a beat as he revealed more and more of the boys
lightly tanned, muscular body, his small, strong stomach, and the bit swell of hips that were
showing out where his boxers had been pulled down some in the losing battle with the bed.
Finally untangling his legs, he was barely able to hold back, the skin between his own legs hard.
This boy was so innocent, so beautiful...so...enchanting.
"Gods...Duo...you're amazing..." Zechs' voice was a barely audible noise and he moved
next to him, gathering the damp figure into his arms and kissing his brow comfortingly, brushing
the hair away from his sticky forehead with loving fingers. Duo's body relaxed, and he turned
his face, burying it into this ex-enemies shoulder, clinging tightly to him with a grip that never
wanted to let go. One that Zechs had always imagined a disciple might give to one he found out
was his savior. Carefully, Zechs kissed his brow again. "Don't worry little one...you're safe
now," he said gently.
"Don't leave..." Duo pleaded sleepily, still lost in his dreams. Zechs could only give off a
small smile as he laid back, tugging the child halfway on top of him, tormenting himself as he
purposefully pulled the boys thigh to his hardness. Duo cuddled up to him, his cheek rubbing
against his shoulder, his arms snaking around him. Zechs smiled, his own arms snaking around
Duo's waist.
"I'll stay as long as you want, sweet nymph," he said in a soft, whispered voice. In
moments, Duo had gone into a peaceful sleep, his face reflecting the inner calm that had replaced
the panic, that image of perfect serenity never twitching when thunder crashed. Zechs could
only smile as he closed his own eyes, letting himself drift off as well with the one man he wished
to hold forever. Only as he lay on the border edge of sleep did he realize the truth to his words.
If Duo asked, Zechs would never leave...especially now that he had the object of his secret desire,
his obsession for the past four years, now resting within his arms. Especially not now that he was
able to hold his Duo.
~*~
He promised her a new and better life
Out in Arizona
Underneath the blue never-ending sky
Swore that he was gonna
get things in order
He'd send for her
When he left her behind, it never crossed her mind
There is no Arizona
No painted desert
No serandona
If there was
A grand canyon
She could fill it up with the lies he's told her
But they don't exist
Those dreams he sold her
She'll wake up and find
There is no Arizona
She got a postcard with no return address
Post marked tombstone
It said I don't know where I'm goin next
But when I do I'll let ya know
May, June, July
She wonders why she's still waitin
She'll keep waiting cuz
There is no Arizona
No painted desert
No serandona
If there was
A grand canyon
She could fill it up with the lies he's told her
But they don't exist
Those dreams he sold her
She'll wake up and find
There is no Arizona
Duo flicked off the TV, sitting back against the extravagant headboard and watching as
the screen flickered to one central dot of light that slowly distinguished into total blackness, the
room seeming to ring deafeningly in the silence. Staring at the blackened screen, Duo shifted in
his boxers and ran a hand through his newly trimmed hair, a bitter grimace coming onto his lips.
That damned Zechs Marquise had gone too far, first chucking his clothes and his reliable (well,
not really) jacket, and the rest of the things he had been wearing that night. It had taken much
persuading to convince Zechs that his cotton boxers were all right. Though he really didn't think
so when he stood next to Zechs dressed in his silks.
Then the blond man had ushered Duo to the shower, telling him oh-so-graciously that he
had butchered pigs that smelt better than him. The boy couldn't help but blush ashamedly when
he said that, grumbling the fact that he was working at a construction sight across town and had
to work with tar. Zechs had only said in a chiding, teasing voice, "Excuses, excuses" and
grabbed him a bar wonderful smelling mint soap and flower scented shampoo and conditioner,
telling him to bathe.
Duo had never been so thoroughly humiliated in his life, having smelt like burnt tar,
sweat, and oil in front of one so perfect as Zechs. In order to make repentance for himself, he had
spent at least a good forty-five minutes in the shower, scrubbing himself down like he never had
before, cleaning his long, past waist length hair at least six times before pouring in the
conditioner. Oh conditioner...Duo closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure. It was a luxury to him
to have such a wonderful thing. Duo, who had once been so big on his hair having to be perfect,
now couldn't even afford conditioner, and had recently been thinking of cutting his braid. It got
in the way during work and was so hard to brush without the conditioner.
The warm water was also a luxury rarely given to him. At the apartment complex he
lived at, the pipes would constantly freeze up during the winter and, if one were to get any
water, it would be cold as hell at best. Add all that on to the body wash and the desire to look
and smell good--even if Zechs would never have him--caused him to take the best shower he
probably had in years. After at least a good forty-five minutes to an hour, Duo shut off the water
and dried himself with the towel, scavenging for a brush.
Not having found one, he had wrapped the plush white towel around his waist and
peered out of the door, catching Zechs staring at it expectantly.
"Do you have a brush I could use?" Duo was surprised by how nervous his voice had
come out, and he gripped the door tightly. What was Zechs expecting? Why did he look at him
like that?
Zechs stood up, walking towards the bathroom door and pushing it open with a light
palm to the center of it. Duo was forced to back up or face getting hit with the swing of the door,
an watched as the blue eyed man looked him up and down, his face serious, his eyes filled
with...longing? Quickly the boy erased the thought. This was Zechs. Not Heero, not WuFei, but
Zechs. Zechs didn't care?
'Then why is he doing all this for you?' That thought still bothered the boy.
The man had stood before him, gazing upon the tangled chestnut hair that fell to below
his waist, and he nodded some before averting his gaze to look back into those violet orbs.
"One condition," he had said, his voice a little bit deeper, rougher, than usual. Duo
realized his arms were folded tightly across his chest in a self-conscious attempt at hiding
himself, and he now dug his nails into his arms.
"What might that be?" Duo had forced himself to be calm, but could barely suppress the
nervousness from making its way into his voice, trying desperately hard not to show his sudden
erection. Zechs never took those intense blue eyes from his though.
"Let me trim your hair."
Duo had barely been able to give out the slightest dispute, reduced to just nodding from
his shock of standing in front Zechs in just a towel, and about to have his hair brushed and
trimmed by probably one of the most amazing men. There was no room for argument, and it
was clear that whether he liked it or not, he was getting the luxury treatment. Even if just for a
small time. As Zechs had worked on his hair, brushing it out and trimming it to the desired
length, Duo had begun to whistle "Tears of Pearls" by Savage Garden. He had been surprised
when Zechs had joined in with him, adding his deep hum to it, causing Duo to shiver and miss a
beat. Staring to the wall ahead of him, and not daring to glance in the mirror for fear that Zechs
had noticed the affect his hum had on him, he hadn't seen Zech's smirk, nor the mans surprised
and pleased look when he saw the hardness jutting out between the boys legs, pressing against
the towel.
The platinum blond man finally began working on those bangs, trimming them to just
below the eyes, right below the boy's high cheekbones. Duo continued to whistle, not wanting to
stop for mixed reasons. The first was it distracted him from his attraction; the second was it
reminded him of it, with the sensual humming of the older man. Third, and most important, it
distracted him from the fact that he could now feel the tips of his hair brushing against his mid
back. It was so short!
Zechs finally backed away, his simple white button up shirt-hung open to show the
white undershirt, a pair of black slacks hanging on his form. He was just in his socks, not yet
having put on his shoes, and he was stealth and silent as he made his way around the almost
totally naked Duo. Finally, standing behind him, he set down the scissors and grabbed the boy
by his shoulders, lightly ushering him to turn towards the mirror. Duo did as he was bid and
reached for the brush, only to have it snatched before he could grab it, and he cast Zechs a
questioning glance in the mirror. Zechs only smiled and began to brush out his hair.
Duo closed his eyes at the feel of a long forgotten pleasure, the brush making its way
gently through his hair, massaging his scalp. After brushing it through a few times, he finally set
it down, bringing his fingers up to begin to expertly twine the hair into a smooth, errorless braid.
Violet eyes could only watch those long fingers move with a stealth ease through his hair, then
the muscles in the small amount of arm viewable flexing beneath the wide shirt. His breath
suddenly came short.
It was then that Zechs messed up on the braid and froze, Duo looking down to see his
erection more noticeable than ever. A sudden blush flared at his cheeks, and the frozen, silent
tension of the moment seemed enough to kill the poor, bashful boy, before Zechs unraveled the
ruined part and smoothed out the strands starting up on the rest of the braid once more.
Blinking, the ex-Gundam looked up to spy Zechs with a private, pleased smile on his lips.
Immediately puzzlement overcame Duo, and all he could do was watch him finish up, those blue
eyes flickering to stare directly into the violet ones in mirror as he tied off the end of the braid.
"Your hair is beautiful, little one," Zechs said softly, a blush rising up to the boy's cheeks.
All he did was stand there as the older man stepped forward, snaking his arms around Duo's
small waist, his lips coming forward to kiss his neck and jaw. Duo, tilting his head back, turned
his face only to glance to Zechs a little, then found his lips captured under the blond mans velvet
feeling ones, his hands coming up to entwine into Zechs' hair.
Only a few minutes after that, Zechs had kissed his neck and said he had to leave if Duo
ever wanted clothes again. Duo couldn't help but lean back against the taller man, his own arms
wrapping around the ones about his waist. Zechs' had nuzzled his cheek then finally pulled
away, trailing his fingers along the small of the boys back as he walked out.
Now Duo lay on the bed, having come out of the bathroom a few minutes after Zechs
left, seeking to distract himself till the man returned. It didn't matter now to Duo. If he could
just have the man with him for one night or for the rest of his life, it didn't matter. He just
needed to touch him and at least take some comfort. Pretend for a day someone still did care
about him, the worn down ex-Gundam pilot. Invisible to all.
The silence had become overbearing, almost so loud that it seemed to crush him. But
when there finally was a noise, he had become too engrossed within his own thoughts to notice
anything but the frantic images of Zechs that pushed through his mind, everything that had
happened. The tune of the song he had just turned off that he had listened to for hours at a time
after he and Heero had first broken up. The images of the way Zechs looked had just looked at
him.... He didn't notice the door open the rest of the way, until he heard the strained voice.
"Duo..." Duo's head shot around, and he suddenly jumped up, his mouth dropping and
his eyes widening in horror.
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What will happen next? You can help decide Boys and Girls! (Not really, I pretty much got my mind made up, but any suggestions on twists and turns, I'm willing to take them! * Laugh* Well, I'm exhausted, and I need to go to bed, so I'm going to end it at this incredibly annoying part and leave you all in torment.
Forever, and so happily and kindly yours!
Ruka-chan/Yuushi-chan