A/N: Chapter 4! I'm writing this really fast...sorry to say it, but you
shouldn't expect that for much longer, just so you know...
Alright! So here come the warnings! In THIS episode, we'll have ahem:
Religion Strangeness, Alcohol Consumption In Hefty Amounts, Profanity, Lots
Of Confusion, Yaoi (FINALLY!), and Much, Much More Freaky Fun!!! Enjoy, and
thank you to all you reviewer peoples! And a special thanks goes out to
Regina with the winning suggestion for the date!
(Rating up to PG-13, this chapter ...)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or the devil. (Surprising, huh?)
Dawn to Dusk
Chapter 4
First Night
"...You're the devil," Duo asked, pulling himself off the frozen cafeteria's floor. "You know, for some reason I doubt that." The stranger looked indignantly at him.
"Well, if that's what you think I'll let you think it," he said haughtily, wings ruffling a little. "But I'm not here to turn you into a believer. I'm here to ask how your day as a girl went." Duo grumbled a little.
"I was actually getting used to it, before I turned back," Duo admitted with an evil grin.
"So, I assume that means you're fine with it continuing the rest of the week," the devil asked, looking over at the table where Duo had been sitting. "I could just make him fall madly in love with you. All it costs is your soul." Duo laughed.
"Thanks, but no," he replied. "I'm going to have fun tormenting him, and I'm rather fond of my soul." The devil shrugged, making his wings lose a couple feathers.
"Whatever you want. You should know, though, it's rare for anyone to get anything free from me," the devil stated. "I think you got it mostly because I was drunk."
"Just get out of here, already," Duo yelled at the devil. "I was having fun before you showed up." The devil shrugged, and in a brilliant black flash, he was gone.
"Duo," Quatre asked, concerned about how his friend had teleported from a laughing fit on the floor to a scowling kid in the middle of the floor. Trowa sat down noiselessly, and Wufei was still growling. Heero's eyes locked onto Duo's. "How'd you get over there so fast?" Duo broke the gaze, still a little unnerved.
"The devil," he sighed, walking over to his forgotten plate of spaghetti. Wufei just shook his head, muttering in Chinese.
"So are you sure you'll be okay sleeping in your own room," Quatre asked outside their doors. It was only nine o'clock, but Quatre still had to finish folding his laundry from this morning, not to mention finish up his homework. Duo shrugged.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I'll just sleep in a big ball," Duo said. "But, if you hear me start to scream or something, come running." With a serious look on his face, Quatre nodded and went into the room he shared with Trowa.
"And why would you end up screaming again," Wufei asked, his normal tone a little softer. Duo smiled.
"Aww, nothing for you to worry about, Wu-man," Duo said, putting an arm around his friend's neck. "It'd just be Heero shooting me." Wufei just shook his head, muttering some more Chinese, and walked into his own single room across the hall.
With a half-meant grin on his face, Duo walked into his own room. Heero was already back on the computer, typing once more.
"Hey Heero, do you still have the word document from last night," Duo asked as he shut the door loudly. To his utter amazement, Heero turned his head towards Duo and smiled. Duo tried with all his might to not blush, but the effort didn't stop the reddish tint on his cheeks.
"Last night was fun," he said simply, turning back to his computer and pulling up the Document of Incoherency. Half of it was simply the letter d repeated. Duo laughed.
'I should get you drunk more often,' Duo thought to himself. There were random spaces in between the gibberish, and one very long one that went for almost an entire page. "You should have fun more often, then. How about tomorrow night we go out and get drunk again, just you and me? We could wake up sprawled in a dumpster! It'd be great!" All he got in response was a more amused-sounding "Hn" than normal. Duo kicked his shoes off, and jumped onto his bed. "So, when's your first class tomorrow?" Seeing as Heero was being ever so talkative tonight, Duo was going to milk it for all it was worth.
"Nine," he stated, going back to his real work.
"And what would that nine o'clock class be," Duo inquired, tempted to pull Heero out of the chair and tackle him, gun or no. He was just too sexy when having an actual conversation.
"Economics," Heero said, barely noticing that Duo was on the edge of the bed, fascinated.
"And would you be willing to skip your double date and go get drunk with me instead," Duo asked, seemingly innocent violet eyes watching his neck for any hint of tension. It was now or never; this single comment would decide, for once and for all, if he'd be Duo or Dea.
"Yes, but I told Quatre I'd go already," Heero stated. Duo slid off his bed, landing in a heap of black blankets. Heero didn't even look away from the screen. That had not been one of the answers Duo was expecting. Who would have guessed Heero felt so obligated.
"Makes sense," Duo said after getting himself up off the floor. "So, what ya doing now?" Heero didn't respond. Damn; it looked like the talkativeness was gone. "Did you ever want to be anything when you were a kid? I mean, other than a terrorist." No response. "Did you ever kiss Relena?" Heero's neck tensed up, and Duo was ready to fly out the window if his roommate pulled out his gun.
"No," he finally said, but Duo could tell he was tempted to go for the gun. Duo's eyebrows twitched right along with Heero's neck, which began to spasm. Heero's mouth finally quirked into a smile. "Did you?"
"Are you joking," Duo asked, incredulous. "Heero Yuy, making a joke-and about RELENA, no less! I must be dreaming!" No, then Heero would be naked and Relena would be dead. But, it was definitely close enough to make Duo extremely giddy. "Well, if we can't go get drunk tomorrow night, let's go get drunk now!" Duo was going to pull the Perfect Soldier along if it killed him.
(Three hours later AKA midnight...)
"You know what's annoying, Heero? The letter v," Duo said in a drunken stupor. Heero nodded emphatically, chugging another beer. "It's two slashes put together, and somehow it makes a sound? Who comes up with this stuff?"
"I am drunk," Heero proclaimed. He set his mug down on the table with a resounding thunk. Duo applauded, and a random drunk girl in the back joined in.
"Hey, you have a class at nine tomorrow," Duo remembered, suddenly becoming far more coherent. "We should get out of here." But, Heero was too busy gulping one more drink down to pay attention. "HEERO! WE HAVE TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL!" Heero glared at him, and Duo's stomach did flip-flops. That was the sexiest glare in the world.
"I learn nothing at school," Heero stated, and Duo agreed. "I'd rather stay." That, Duo didn't agree with.
"Heero, we've really got to go..." Duo began, and Heero sighed. "If it makes you feel any better, we could still go pass out in some garbage."
"Hn," Heero said, almost as if it were the equivalent of a chuckle. "Fine." With his eternal deftness, he swung himself out of the wooden chair. Duo paid for the drinks (there were about eight empty glasses on the abandoned table), left a hefty tip, and escorted his drunken comrade out of the bar.
The street was lit with lamps along the median, but the fastest way back to school was through a nearby alley. Figuring that since they'd each killed over a hundred people and could destroy anything in about an hour with or without gundams, Duo decided it was safe for them to enter. Not to mention he wanted some alone time with drunk and happy Heero.
"Remember when I met you? I shot you two times," Duo said, chuckling. Feeling that the ground was a little too unstable, he put an arm around Heero's shoulders. The blue-eyed boy seemed to agree, as he repeated the motion. "Is it just me, or should we be singing something naughty?" Heero actually chuckled.
And then, Heero kissed him. It was just a simple kiss- a brush of his lips against Duo's, really- but it sent Duo shivering.
For a moment, they just stood there, eyes locked on each other's. Duo was drowning in Prussian blue, his whole body shaking. He knew Heero was drunk- hell, he was piss drunk himself- and that it was mostly the alcohol. But god did he want this.
Duo threw his arms around Heero's neck and kissed him passionately, refusing to let go. Heero's arms encircled his waist, and for as long as humanly possible the two stood, holding each other and kissing. Only after their- what, fifth kiss? Duo had lost count as soon as the tongue got involved- did he pull away.
"We should get back," Duo stated half-heartedly. He wanted Heero, but he wanted the real Heero, not the drunk Heero. Their foreheads rested against each other for a moment, Heero absolutely confused, Duo damning his conscience for not taking advantage of this possibly once-in-a- lifetime opportunity.
But, neither moved. Duo's hand tangled itself in the mess of brown hair behind Heero's head almost of its own will, and he could feel those blue eyes staring straight at him. His other arm rested on Heero's waist, as if it fit there perfectly.
"Do you want to go back," Heero's voice asked in his ear, almost silent in the hush of midnight traffic nearby. Duo could feel reality beginning to come back, and he panicked. He needed this moment, as false as it was.
"I'd rather go find one of those lovely dumpsters," he muttered, but before he could pull away, he found himself lip-locked with Heero again.
And hell, Duo was NOT going to complain about that.
(Quite a bit later...)
"Well, I guess my double date's cancelled," Quatre said happily. Trowa's head shot up from his pillow.
"You had a date," he asked, and Quatre giggled. "With who?"
"One of Duo's new girl friends, named Sarah," he stated. "It was just to give Dea a chance at Heero." Trowa nodded.
"So, it's called off because he can't turn back into Dea," Trowa asked, but Quatre shook his head.
"No, he still turns into a girl when the sun comes up," Quatre said with a small chuckle. "It's just, right now they're making out in an empty dumpster. Duo got him drunk again." Trowa shook his head.
"That is some kinky shit," he said under his breath, and Quatre laughed. Trowa loved it when he laughed. "Hey, I'm in the circus. What did you expect?"
Wufei pounded on the wall. "SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP!" Quatre laughed.
"Goodnight, Trowa," he said, and in a very un-Quatre-ish moment slammed his head onto his pillow and passed out, snoring. Trowa shook his head. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen the blonde boy fall asleep the same way for the past month.
"Goodnight, Quatre," Trowa said, and (in a far more elegant and gradual motion) fell asleep.
"Duo," Heero's voice came through the fog. He was in his own bed, alone and completely dressed save shoes. His braided head snapped up through the mountain of blankets on him. Oh, shit. The sun was about to come up. Heero sat at the edge of the black-covered bed. "Duo, I wanted to- " Heero was cut off by Duo falling back onto his bed, covering his head completely. Oh, shit. He'd turn into Dea, and Heero would run, or shoot him. "...Duo?" Oh shit. Oh shit. He could feel sunrise coming. Oh shit, shit shit. What the fuck?! Things go right for once (even though he had a horrible hangover...), and they were about to get much, much worse. He loved Heero, and Heero might love him. But then the fucking devil had to come in and screw everything up! Damn the sun! Duo could tell he was about to scream, pass out, and wake up as Dea the girl. He wanted to tell Heero everything, right then, wanted to scream out every emotion in his head, but-
"Heero, go away," Duo yelled. And then the screaming began, and the morphing, and the unconsciousness. The last thing Duo heard was Heero's firm footfalls walk out the door, and slam it.
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A/N: Well, that's chapter 4. It was originally going to be much longer, so sorry about that. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. The date's next chapter, I promise. But, that chapter's going to be a bit more moody, just so you know...Well, thanks for reading. Please review!
(Rating up to PG-13, this chapter ...)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or the devil. (Surprising, huh?)
Dawn to Dusk
Chapter 4
First Night
"...You're the devil," Duo asked, pulling himself off the frozen cafeteria's floor. "You know, for some reason I doubt that." The stranger looked indignantly at him.
"Well, if that's what you think I'll let you think it," he said haughtily, wings ruffling a little. "But I'm not here to turn you into a believer. I'm here to ask how your day as a girl went." Duo grumbled a little.
"I was actually getting used to it, before I turned back," Duo admitted with an evil grin.
"So, I assume that means you're fine with it continuing the rest of the week," the devil asked, looking over at the table where Duo had been sitting. "I could just make him fall madly in love with you. All it costs is your soul." Duo laughed.
"Thanks, but no," he replied. "I'm going to have fun tormenting him, and I'm rather fond of my soul." The devil shrugged, making his wings lose a couple feathers.
"Whatever you want. You should know, though, it's rare for anyone to get anything free from me," the devil stated. "I think you got it mostly because I was drunk."
"Just get out of here, already," Duo yelled at the devil. "I was having fun before you showed up." The devil shrugged, and in a brilliant black flash, he was gone.
"Duo," Quatre asked, concerned about how his friend had teleported from a laughing fit on the floor to a scowling kid in the middle of the floor. Trowa sat down noiselessly, and Wufei was still growling. Heero's eyes locked onto Duo's. "How'd you get over there so fast?" Duo broke the gaze, still a little unnerved.
"The devil," he sighed, walking over to his forgotten plate of spaghetti. Wufei just shook his head, muttering in Chinese.
"So are you sure you'll be okay sleeping in your own room," Quatre asked outside their doors. It was only nine o'clock, but Quatre still had to finish folding his laundry from this morning, not to mention finish up his homework. Duo shrugged.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I'll just sleep in a big ball," Duo said. "But, if you hear me start to scream or something, come running." With a serious look on his face, Quatre nodded and went into the room he shared with Trowa.
"And why would you end up screaming again," Wufei asked, his normal tone a little softer. Duo smiled.
"Aww, nothing for you to worry about, Wu-man," Duo said, putting an arm around his friend's neck. "It'd just be Heero shooting me." Wufei just shook his head, muttering some more Chinese, and walked into his own single room across the hall.
With a half-meant grin on his face, Duo walked into his own room. Heero was already back on the computer, typing once more.
"Hey Heero, do you still have the word document from last night," Duo asked as he shut the door loudly. To his utter amazement, Heero turned his head towards Duo and smiled. Duo tried with all his might to not blush, but the effort didn't stop the reddish tint on his cheeks.
"Last night was fun," he said simply, turning back to his computer and pulling up the Document of Incoherency. Half of it was simply the letter d repeated. Duo laughed.
'I should get you drunk more often,' Duo thought to himself. There were random spaces in between the gibberish, and one very long one that went for almost an entire page. "You should have fun more often, then. How about tomorrow night we go out and get drunk again, just you and me? We could wake up sprawled in a dumpster! It'd be great!" All he got in response was a more amused-sounding "Hn" than normal. Duo kicked his shoes off, and jumped onto his bed. "So, when's your first class tomorrow?" Seeing as Heero was being ever so talkative tonight, Duo was going to milk it for all it was worth.
"Nine," he stated, going back to his real work.
"And what would that nine o'clock class be," Duo inquired, tempted to pull Heero out of the chair and tackle him, gun or no. He was just too sexy when having an actual conversation.
"Economics," Heero said, barely noticing that Duo was on the edge of the bed, fascinated.
"And would you be willing to skip your double date and go get drunk with me instead," Duo asked, seemingly innocent violet eyes watching his neck for any hint of tension. It was now or never; this single comment would decide, for once and for all, if he'd be Duo or Dea.
"Yes, but I told Quatre I'd go already," Heero stated. Duo slid off his bed, landing in a heap of black blankets. Heero didn't even look away from the screen. That had not been one of the answers Duo was expecting. Who would have guessed Heero felt so obligated.
"Makes sense," Duo said after getting himself up off the floor. "So, what ya doing now?" Heero didn't respond. Damn; it looked like the talkativeness was gone. "Did you ever want to be anything when you were a kid? I mean, other than a terrorist." No response. "Did you ever kiss Relena?" Heero's neck tensed up, and Duo was ready to fly out the window if his roommate pulled out his gun.
"No," he finally said, but Duo could tell he was tempted to go for the gun. Duo's eyebrows twitched right along with Heero's neck, which began to spasm. Heero's mouth finally quirked into a smile. "Did you?"
"Are you joking," Duo asked, incredulous. "Heero Yuy, making a joke-and about RELENA, no less! I must be dreaming!" No, then Heero would be naked and Relena would be dead. But, it was definitely close enough to make Duo extremely giddy. "Well, if we can't go get drunk tomorrow night, let's go get drunk now!" Duo was going to pull the Perfect Soldier along if it killed him.
(Three hours later AKA midnight...)
"You know what's annoying, Heero? The letter v," Duo said in a drunken stupor. Heero nodded emphatically, chugging another beer. "It's two slashes put together, and somehow it makes a sound? Who comes up with this stuff?"
"I am drunk," Heero proclaimed. He set his mug down on the table with a resounding thunk. Duo applauded, and a random drunk girl in the back joined in.
"Hey, you have a class at nine tomorrow," Duo remembered, suddenly becoming far more coherent. "We should get out of here." But, Heero was too busy gulping one more drink down to pay attention. "HEERO! WE HAVE TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL!" Heero glared at him, and Duo's stomach did flip-flops. That was the sexiest glare in the world.
"I learn nothing at school," Heero stated, and Duo agreed. "I'd rather stay." That, Duo didn't agree with.
"Heero, we've really got to go..." Duo began, and Heero sighed. "If it makes you feel any better, we could still go pass out in some garbage."
"Hn," Heero said, almost as if it were the equivalent of a chuckle. "Fine." With his eternal deftness, he swung himself out of the wooden chair. Duo paid for the drinks (there were about eight empty glasses on the abandoned table), left a hefty tip, and escorted his drunken comrade out of the bar.
The street was lit with lamps along the median, but the fastest way back to school was through a nearby alley. Figuring that since they'd each killed over a hundred people and could destroy anything in about an hour with or without gundams, Duo decided it was safe for them to enter. Not to mention he wanted some alone time with drunk and happy Heero.
"Remember when I met you? I shot you two times," Duo said, chuckling. Feeling that the ground was a little too unstable, he put an arm around Heero's shoulders. The blue-eyed boy seemed to agree, as he repeated the motion. "Is it just me, or should we be singing something naughty?" Heero actually chuckled.
And then, Heero kissed him. It was just a simple kiss- a brush of his lips against Duo's, really- but it sent Duo shivering.
For a moment, they just stood there, eyes locked on each other's. Duo was drowning in Prussian blue, his whole body shaking. He knew Heero was drunk- hell, he was piss drunk himself- and that it was mostly the alcohol. But god did he want this.
Duo threw his arms around Heero's neck and kissed him passionately, refusing to let go. Heero's arms encircled his waist, and for as long as humanly possible the two stood, holding each other and kissing. Only after their- what, fifth kiss? Duo had lost count as soon as the tongue got involved- did he pull away.
"We should get back," Duo stated half-heartedly. He wanted Heero, but he wanted the real Heero, not the drunk Heero. Their foreheads rested against each other for a moment, Heero absolutely confused, Duo damning his conscience for not taking advantage of this possibly once-in-a- lifetime opportunity.
But, neither moved. Duo's hand tangled itself in the mess of brown hair behind Heero's head almost of its own will, and he could feel those blue eyes staring straight at him. His other arm rested on Heero's waist, as if it fit there perfectly.
"Do you want to go back," Heero's voice asked in his ear, almost silent in the hush of midnight traffic nearby. Duo could feel reality beginning to come back, and he panicked. He needed this moment, as false as it was.
"I'd rather go find one of those lovely dumpsters," he muttered, but before he could pull away, he found himself lip-locked with Heero again.
And hell, Duo was NOT going to complain about that.
(Quite a bit later...)
"Well, I guess my double date's cancelled," Quatre said happily. Trowa's head shot up from his pillow.
"You had a date," he asked, and Quatre giggled. "With who?"
"One of Duo's new girl friends, named Sarah," he stated. "It was just to give Dea a chance at Heero." Trowa nodded.
"So, it's called off because he can't turn back into Dea," Trowa asked, but Quatre shook his head.
"No, he still turns into a girl when the sun comes up," Quatre said with a small chuckle. "It's just, right now they're making out in an empty dumpster. Duo got him drunk again." Trowa shook his head.
"That is some kinky shit," he said under his breath, and Quatre laughed. Trowa loved it when he laughed. "Hey, I'm in the circus. What did you expect?"
Wufei pounded on the wall. "SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP!" Quatre laughed.
"Goodnight, Trowa," he said, and in a very un-Quatre-ish moment slammed his head onto his pillow and passed out, snoring. Trowa shook his head. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen the blonde boy fall asleep the same way for the past month.
"Goodnight, Quatre," Trowa said, and (in a far more elegant and gradual motion) fell asleep.
"Duo," Heero's voice came through the fog. He was in his own bed, alone and completely dressed save shoes. His braided head snapped up through the mountain of blankets on him. Oh, shit. The sun was about to come up. Heero sat at the edge of the black-covered bed. "Duo, I wanted to- " Heero was cut off by Duo falling back onto his bed, covering his head completely. Oh, shit. He'd turn into Dea, and Heero would run, or shoot him. "...Duo?" Oh shit. Oh shit. He could feel sunrise coming. Oh shit, shit shit. What the fuck?! Things go right for once (even though he had a horrible hangover...), and they were about to get much, much worse. He loved Heero, and Heero might love him. But then the fucking devil had to come in and screw everything up! Damn the sun! Duo could tell he was about to scream, pass out, and wake up as Dea the girl. He wanted to tell Heero everything, right then, wanted to scream out every emotion in his head, but-
"Heero, go away," Duo yelled. And then the screaming began, and the morphing, and the unconsciousness. The last thing Duo heard was Heero's firm footfalls walk out the door, and slam it.
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A/N: Well, that's chapter 4. It was originally going to be much longer, so sorry about that. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. The date's next chapter, I promise. But, that chapter's going to be a bit more moody, just so you know...Well, thanks for reading. Please review!