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I spent the rest of the day inside, flipping through boring movie channels with the air conditioning on full blast. Even if the room was cool I sure as hell wasn't. I stared unseeing at the T.V., replaying the morning over and over in my head. Why did I hold back from Duo? What was I afraid of? Why couldn't I stop thinking about him?
I checked the clock apprehensively. Two hours exactly before clubbing time. I got up and lumbered to the shower, trying not to think of Duo while I slathered myself with soap.
An hour and a half later I was ready and looking (again) mighty fine. I was wearing a tight white shirt which was sleeveless and made of something that breathed like cotton and shimmered like silk. I love that shirt. On my hips I was wearing a pair of leather pants which were almost ridiculously tight in the ass. Again my eyes were smudged with dark kohl, hinting at mystery, and my hair hung over my face in it's usual messy fashion. I preened in front of the mirror when I heard a loud crashing noise next door. Instinctively I ran over to Duo's apartment, banging on the door and asking if he was all right.
A loud cursing noise followed and finally the door was wrenched open to reveal Duo.
Half naked. With his fly open. Brushing his teeth. I think I almost swallowed my tongue.
Then again he was looking equally surprised, and aroused I might add. I started to babel. "I heard a loud noise and I was thinking that maybe you were hurt or something and I just wanted to see if you were OK..." I trailed off.
Duo shut his jaw and smiled. "I'm OK. The damn mirror fell off the bathroom wall. No injuries though. Where ya headed?"
I shrugged, "Clubbing."
He smiled politely, "Is that all you do on the weekends?"
I checked myself before I shrugged again. "Pretty much. My job is so boring I need something to do. Where are you going?" A malicious glint stole into his eyes before it was replaced with nonchalance.
"I thought I'd walk around the city and hit the night life." Fuck. I could see where this was headed. I relented before it got horribly awkward.
"I'm leaving in half an hour. Wanna come with me?" He grinned - all innocence, before nodding enthusiastically and bounding off.
"Be there in twenty!"
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I waited the twenty minutes, checking my watch almost constantly. I told myself it was because I was impatient - not because I was anxious or anything. Heero Yuy does not get anxious. About ten minutes past when he was supposed to come I heard the door open. I looked up from my seat in the hall. I think I almost had a heart attack.
He was gorgeous (later I swear I could hear a choir of angels) in black leather and eyeliner. His pants were as tight as mine, his shirt was a tee-shirt that hugged every curve of his torso. His eyes were darkly rimmed with black eyeliner, heightening the violet irises to an almost painful vivacity. He had glitter dabbed by his eyes and in his neatly braided hair but I didn't notice, I was drowning in those eyes again. I could hardly breathe, I needed... air... something.
"You like?" He asked, twirling. I steeled myself, gulping softly and narrowing my eyes appraisingly before letting a small smirk steal it's way onto my lips.
"You certainly clean up well." Those are code words for you're fucking hot, by the way.
"Thanks. Right back at you." He walked closer to me. "So, where to?"
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The twelve block walk to the club was usually filled with silence, but now it was filled with Duo chattering. I mentally tuned him out, staring down at my feet, sometimes watching his own. I still couldn't figure out why I couldn't give myself to Duo. Was it that I was afraid of him? Not physically I suppose, but I might be afraid...
And then I got it. It just clicked like something you see in the movies. There I was, with the light bulb going off above my head. I was afraid that Duo would be right. That someone could actually throw me off balance, that he might actually make my life so I couldn't be independent. That I couldn't look at another man without thinking of him.
I belatedly realized he was waving a hand in front of my face. "Hellloooo! Earth to Heero! Come in Heero, we're at the club." I blinked rapidly, looked away from him and saw that indeed we were at the club. I shrugged and walked past the bouncer as Duo followed.
The club was loud and sweaty with pulsing music and hundreds of half dressed people. It wasn't reclusively a gay club, it was accepting of every taste in gender, lesbians, bisexuals, gays, straights. It was just a hot spot to be. I sighed happily, then turned to face Duo at my shoulder. "Want a drink?" He nodded enthusiastically and we sat at the bar.
I smiled briefly at the bartender. A woman named Noin. She was sweet, with a shock of purple hair. "Gin and Tonic please." She looked at Duo.
"Double Vodka, on the rocks."
I raised an eyebrow at him as Noin disappeared to fix our drinks. "Double vodka?" He smirked.
"I can hold my alcohol too." I shrugged. Fair is fair. Still, when the drinks came back I eyed Duo warily as he downed the drink in a couple of gulps. We'll see how well he can hold his alcohol I guess. He looked expectantly at me. I rolled my eyes and downed the Gin and Tonic. He tapped a finger on the table and asked for another round, this time two double vodkas. I looked at Duo mockingly, he took the challenge and smiled back. The drinks were set on the bar and they were both gone in a flash. Noin came back with more in another minute. She looked at us, beginning to feel the effects of the strong alcohol. I grinned lopsidedly. She smiled knowingly, "Last round boys. When Heero grins, it's time." I tried to protest but she set the drinks down and it was another race. I like to think I finished first.
In a flash he was up from his seat and pulling me towards the pulsing dance floor. "Come on Heero!" He screamed over the music. "Let's dance!"
I shook my head at him but his grip was a lot stronger then I had expected. The alcohol made my reactions sluggish, and the room began to spin. He was practically dragging me through the mess of people before he found a spot he liked.
Probably the only thing running through my head when Duo was pressing himself up against me was something like, "ohshitohshitohshit". I couldn't just push him away, could I?
He ground against me... even if I could I wouldn't.
He slung his arms over my shoulders, sliding that pert ass down the length of my body before dragging it back up. He winked with a playful look over his shoulder. I shivered violently, marveling at my reaction to a single coy look. He dragged his tongue across full lips and melded his body against mine, grinding to the beat of the music.
Suddenly (without my own consent might I add) my hands were on his hips and I was dancing with him, moving to the undulating beat on the packed dance floor. I'm sure my breathing was harsh in his ear, as I leaned over him, and I felt the beginnings of a full hard on as he leaned back and flicked his tongue around the shell of my ear. I closed my eyes for a moment, gathering myself before sucking in a deep breath and looking at him. Damn him for being such a tease. Damn me for my own insecurities. I wanted him so bad, but there was something, something in the back of my head that was screaming at me. I pushed at away, running my hands over his flushed skin under his shirt. His head rolled back on my shoulder as I slipped a finger beneath the pants.
No underwear.
I breathed out raggedly, removing my hands from his pants and turning to face him. He parted his glistening lips, an open invitation - there was something in his eyes though, something triumphant, something twisted and dark. I stared at him, and in a flash I realized where my hands were, where I was and who I was with. I stepped back from him, disentangled myself from his arms and ran for the back door.
In the alley I could hardly hear the club. It felt as though the world I had just been in had been nothing more than a dream. I sighed as I slid down the wall. I wasn't going to get rid of Duo very easily, was I?
I hugged my legs closer to me, and decided to do some serious introspection. Let's start with facts. I'm gay. I live in an apartment building. Duo Maxwell has just moved in next to me. Duo is either gay or bi, but he is interested in me. I want Duo. The feelings are mutual. Now, let's go to the questions. Why can't I give myself up to Duo? Well, I could already figure that one out. I didn't give myself up to anything. In a past life I was probably Napoleon because I wouldn't have let the bishop give me the crown either. I was not a conquest, I would not be won. I am not another notch in Duo's headboard. Duo seemed like he was dominant in a relationship, well that's not how I work, I'm dominant - never submissive.
Well, this was actually getting somewhere. Now, what to do about not having Duo but still wanting Duo? The main problem was he lived next to me. I could move I suppose, but my life was here. Hadn't Duo said he had just moved here? Why should he get to stay and not me?
I came to the conclusion that I would make Duo leave no matter what.
I eyed the door to the club as if it were a living thing, before standing up and walking home (drunkenly). Some part of me hoped Duo wouldn't worry too much about where I had gone. The rest of me didn't give a shit.
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At 3 am I was awoken with a loud crashing noise. I started up in bed from a wonderful dream of Duo and chocolate. My groin throbbed through my light boxers as I ran for my apartment door. There, in the hallway, was Duo.
Duo who was passed out.
I rolled my eyes and sighed, I suppose now was a good time as any to put my plan into action. I searched his jacket pockets for his key, coming up with nothing I turned him slightly and reached into his back pocket. Duo opened his eyes halfway and murmured, "M'feels good heero...". Again I rolled my eyes and came up with the key. I unlocked the door and helped Duo up, finally deciding to carry him. I shut the door with my foot and searched for the bedroom.
It was a simple room with a white bed and a thick wooden headboard. I set Duo gently on the bed and opened the window in the room. Duo blinked at me blearily, "S'my knight in shinan' armor." I smiled gently and put his keys on the night stand.
Far too fast for the average drunk person, he gripped my wrist. I turned to him, surprised and he pulled me onto the bed. I tripped over a pair of boots and fell across him. He smirked slowly and hugged his arms around me. "Sleep Heero." He slurred and closed his eyes. I waited a minute and tugged at his grip. It was strong, stronger than me even. I sighed. Count on fate to fuck me over and put me lying across a man I was deeply in lust with, wearing only thin boxers and being ridiculously tired.
I gave up and slept.
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