Author's Note: Sorry it is taking me so long to update, it's just it's the holidays and I am lazy. Well, here is the next chapter. I am sorry for the confusion of the last chapter, where the whole shift of characters happened… I did put stars in the text, but I guess they just didn't show up, I will try to fix it this time. This time, there is character shifting again, and them it sort of merges into one. Hopefully I made it noticeable enough… if not, I will fix it when I revise this.

Ok, I know STD tests usually take longer than a couple hours, but for this fic's sake, we are going to make it happen. If I leave information about a certain procedure I wrote about in the first chapter, don't get to angry over it; I mean you read the first one (the reason I made it) so you know the just of what goes on there.

Thanks to all the reviews, I really enjoyed them. It is nice to see what you people think of the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts

Warning: There is a little bit of sexual play near the end, it will be pretty obvious when it is about to happen, so if you don't want to read, don't. Though, it is nothing too bad.

He had been thinking about this appointment all day and all the previous night. Heero was actually finding himself kind of… nervous about it.

Duo…

That name kept ringing in his head. Sure, it was an odd name for a woman, but it made her all the more exotic, made her all the more mysterious.

Heero couldn't believe himself; he was going to sleep with some whore who would probably be making fun of him five minutes after their appointment was over. Saying how horrible he was, who knows. God, maybe it was a bad idea to go through with this.

Was he really that desperate? Obviously. After all, he hadn't gotten laid in… well, the number of years is not important, just the fact that it has been a while is enough. Anyway, it wasn't like it was his choice to get the certificates, it was Wufei's and Quatre's fault.

But… then again, he did go get the tests done today at the clinic. He spent his entire day there practically; though, it wasn't like he was doing much at work except for sitting and thinking about her.

Heero sighed; he had been standing on the sidewalk opposite The House for an hour now. Getting weird looks from every one who passed him by, even the butler seemed to be very wary of him. Probably thought Heero was a bomber… not that that wouldn't have been believable, his stolid, unmoving, soldier-like appearance definitely backed up that assumption.

It was ten thirty, only half an hour left to wait.

God it was cold, maybe he could go wait inside near one of the fireplaces he had seen his first time in. Though Heero couldn't seem to move himself from that spot. Part of him still didn't want him to go through with it; he was better than these whores, he could find someone to sleep with for free. But his legs started to move, carrying him across the street and obviously another part of him, a more dominant part, wanted him to go, fulfill his fantasies that now revolved around her.

Climbing up the few steps to the building, Heero was slightly confused as the butler moved into his way; though, he didn't show it.

"Excuse me sir, but I am going to have to check you for weapons," the butler stated, his voice monotone.

Heero just nodded; he could care less what this butler did. Lifting his arms, he let the butler pat him down and his pockets before letting him in.

"Enjoy yourself."

Heero ignored him and walked to the desk wondering what exactly he was going to say. "I… have an appointment in half an hour, I was wondering if I could wait in here."

"Heero Yuy?" the male asked; it was a different one than last time. Heero just nodded. "If you'd like, you can head up to the room now and get yourself comfortable. No one is in there right now."

"Hn," was Heero reply. The male obviously took it as an affirmative reply as he handed Heero a key to a room.

"Fourth floor, room 402. It is on your right when you get out of the elevator," the receptionist explained.

With another nod of his head, Heero walked towards the elevator and pushed the 'up' button as he arrived. Looking around himself he wondered if perhaps he would run into someone he knew. God, what would they think? He would just have to explain that it was a gift, a joke gift… yes.

A soft ding pulled Heero out of his thoughts. The far left of the three elevators slid open and Heero entered, surprised to find a couple inside… deeply locked in a kiss…

Clearing his throat slightly, he caught the attention of the two people. They just looked at him a moment before returning to their previous 'activity'.

Mentally groaning, Heero decided to take another elevator. Though just as he turned the elevator door closed. He really didn't belong in a place like this; public displays of affection weren't his thing. Groaning audibly this time, Heero pushed the button for the fourth floor.

Staring determinately at the control panel the entire way, Heero was glad when there was another soft ding and the door opened. Exiting, Heero quickly turned right down the hall.

Out of sight of the elevator, Heero slowed his pace and began looking for his room. On this side of the hall there only seemed to be two rooms: 401 and 402, who were positioned on opposite sides of the hall, though not across from one another.

Moving to the door with the number 402 on it, Heero inserted his key and turned it. The door now unlocked, Heero turned the knob and let it swing open.

The room looked classy, much like the lobby, but it was more a romantic classy. Everything seemed to be either gold, crimson red, or white, with a dash of black here and there. The room was big as well, especially for a hotel. The ceilings reached higher than any normal room would, and it was at least the size of the main floor of a house, if not bigger. And it was all open. Everything. The bed was in clear view of a dinning table located on the opposite side of the room; the kitchen-type area was in full view of the fireplace. It was just… big.

Stepping inside and closing the door, Heero slipped the key into his pocket as he began to walk around. The dinning table was of a deep mahogany and the chairs were made of the same wood, except for red cushions that covered the seat. The carpet was a beige-gold colour and there were crimson rugs everywhere. Heading over to the bed Heero ran his hand over the sheets; they were soft, made of some fine material. The walls were all painted a dull gold almost matching the carpet, except lighter. A few couches were scattered, a deep red colour, one in front of the fireplace the others near the dinning table. The kitchen was mostly black, black cabinets and black appliances; only the linoleum floor was white.

Heero couldn't help but admire the room. The House definitely went all out on their rooms. To say he wasn't curious to see what other rooms looked like would have been a lie.

Now standing beside the dinning table, Heero slipped his jacket off his slim shoulders and put it on the back of one of the chairs before heading over to the fireplace. Taking a seat on the unbelievably comfortable couch, he just watched the fire. He could feel his stomach knotting with anticipation.

What was wrong with him? He never got nervous or antsy; he was always calm. And now, some woman had gone and changed that, well at least on the inside. Throughout the whole day though, he had managed to keep a stoic, blank face while his thoughts raced. Force of habit he supposed.

Last client of the evening, then home for a well deserved rest.

Duo sighed as he put away the controller for the game he had been playing in the employee's lounge. He had had a half an hour break between clients and had decided to play a game to pass the time.

And time was up.

Not given a costume or outfit to wear, Duo had chosen a nice pair of tight leather pants and a black, tight muscle shirt to go with it. He was feeling dark and seductive and wanted to show it. His slightly tanned muscles flexing in his arms, Duo pushed himself off the couch and moved to one of the doors in the employee's lounge. There was an employee lounge on every floor that through 'secret passages' accessed every room on the floor, that way they didn't have to walk the halls.

Walking through the door, Duo headed into one of the 'secret passages', as he liked to call them, and slowly made his way to room 402. His favourite number, 02; he smiled.

Quietly opening the door, Duo slid into the room silently. With a small body like his it was nearly impossible to make a noise unless done so purposely. Spotting his client on the couch in front of the fire place, Duo moved in, hips sawing noiselessly.

Coming up behind the couch Duo bent over, his hands sliding down his client's shoulders and chest clasping together loosely and his braid falling down a same path.

Heero tensed as he felt the arms on him, immediately thinking the worst, but then saw the braid.

"Duo."

Duo couldn't help a soft laugh as he felt Heero stiffen, more puffs of air than a sound. Nodding slightly Duo brought his lips to Heero's ear, parting them slightly to let his tongue pass along the shell of his ear.

Shuddering, Heero forgot all sense of nervousness and unclasped the hands on his chest. Standing up, he turned and was met with the most beautiful… man?

Eyebrows furrowed dangerously, Heero glared at the whore. "You are a man."

Duo bit his tongue, it was no good making sarcastic comments, it only made clients madder. "Yes, I am. Thank you for noticing."

"I don't fuck men," Heero replied sternly.

"Then why the hell to you book me?" God, was this guy an idiot? "Why not some chick?"

"A misjudgement," it wasn't like Heero was going to say he made a mistake or anything, at least not verbally.

Shit he did mess up badly though… Duo wasn't a woman, but a man. And not even really an effeminate man; though he definitely had some qualities of a woman… like that goddamn hair. That was what got him into this mess in the first place.

"That's not my fault, is it? And I don't see why it should be a problem," Duo replied, crossing his arms over his chest and giving a slight shrug. He always did love a challenge, and now he had one. Get Mr. I-don't-fuck-men, to sleep with him, shouldn't be too hard.

"How can it not?" Heero bit back, his eyes gleaming dangerously. He didn't like this guys, firstly because he wasn't the woman he had been fantasising about and secondly because he seemed to have an attitude.

"I mean, a hole is a hole and a mouth is a mouth, right?" Duo's lips turned up slightly in a smirk as he watched a sort of war start to rage in his client. Not that he could really tell, jeez the guy was wearing a mask or something to hide his emotions; but his eyes; those were what gave him away. Such intense eyes, and such a pretty colour.

Duo did have a point, Heero reasoned. He could always pretend Duo was that woman he had been thinking about, just put a bag over his head or something, then he wouldn't know the difference. No, that wouldn't work; "I am not gay."

The smirk on the whore's lips widened as he strolled around the couch to stop in front of Heero. "Well, you know what I think?" Duo asked, his eyes seeming to glint violet.

No, Heero replied mentally, but said nothing and let Duo continue.

"It isn't gay if you don't reciprocate. And if you have a thing against anal play, I could just suck you off for an hour," Duo suggested with another casual shrug of his slim shoulders. If he got his hands and mouth on Heero's cock, there was no doubt he could get Heero's cock somewhere else in his body.

Another good point, but… but… Heero really couldn't think of a reason why to keep fighting it. He had heard himself that guys suck cocks better than women, and Duo was a whore so he probably had a lot of practice…

"…Alright," Heero agreed reluctantly, still glaring somewhat at Duo; though it didn't seem as deadly the other one he had received.

Grinning wickedly, Duo moved in, his hands going straight for the button and zipper of Heero's pants. He felt his client tense again at the contact, but shrugged it off. "So, what's your name?" Duo purred, the sounds of the zipper being lowered followed his voice.

Heero was planning on giving a fake name, but who cared? He definitely wasn't coming back here ever again; and definitely wasn't planning on seeing Duo again. "Heero."

Hooking his thumbs in the waist of Heero's pants, Duo smirked as he started pushing the pants down. "Heero, eh? Sounds exotic," Duo commented idly, though kept the purr to his voice.

Heero tried to ignore the way his name seemed to roll of Duo's tongue and ignore the feelings Duo were bringing forth. But, above all, he tried to ignore his growing erection.

Closing his eyes, he didn't have to see to know Duo was lowering himself along with Heero's pants. Duo on his knees and the material bunched at Heero's feet, he could feel Duo's hot breath on his rapidly growing cock.

"Sit down," Duo commanded softly, guiding Heero slowly to the couch so he wouldn't trip on his pants.

Moving himself as well once Heero was seated, Duo used his hands to slowly separate Heero's legs by the knees.

Heero felt foolish with his pants around his knees, being guided by a whore, but willingly complied. When he finally risked opening his eyes, he was slightly shocked to see Duo up against the edge of the couch right between his spread legs, his face mere inches from the erection in his boxers.

Reaching out a slender hand, Duo slipped it into the fly at the front of Heero's boxers. He noticed Heero jump, and his cock twitch, at the contact and wondered if perhaps Heero was a virgin. Wrapping slim singers around his shaft, Duo pulled Heero's cock out of the fly, exposing it to the increasingly warm air in front of the fireplace.

As soon as Duo's fingers touched him, Heero was gone. He was in some sort of haze, a euphoria that only allowed him to feel the sensations Duo brought him. Though, he was completely aware his whore was a man and, truthfully, he didn't care.

His body felt on fire as a wet warmth engulfed him, giving him pleasure he was sure he had never experienced before. His back arched off the back of the couch as he writhed under Duo's skilled mouth, feeling the slight urge to moan.

Heero's eyes roamed over Duo slim body, every curve shown through the thin and tight fabric of his clothing. His eyes seemed to linger on Duo's ass, noticing how tight the leather looked stretched over it. A hole was a hole, right?

Reaching both hands out Heero used them to pull Duo's head of his cock, a little disappointed that the sensations had to stop as well.

Duo looked at Heero curiously, "Is something wrong?"

"Let's fuck," Heero replied, not a hint of emotion in his voice. Though, the smirk that spread across Duo's lips did make him uneasy.

"Alright," Duo purred, taking a condom out of a small pocket on the front of his pants, "put this on."

R&R please.