Title: Catching Duo
Author: Mistress Tsunami
Archive: Anyone else, please ask first. I won't turn ya down, promise.
Rating: R Pairings: 1x2, 1x5, 5xMeiran, 1x5xOCxOCxMeiran (many combinations thereof I dun feel like writin' 'em all out)
Warnings: AU, OOC, school-fic, angst, 1x5 LEMON in part five, limey in part six (cont. from five), drug-use, Duo-torture (no NCS or BDSM, though), yaoi, shonen-ai, het, get-together fic (is that a warning?).
Opportunity knocked. My doorman threw him out.
-Adrienne Gusoff-
Heero slowly made his way into the English room. He totally ignored the teacher, named Ms Sylvia, explaining the goals and purposes of the class to the students. Said teacher was also glaring holes into the back of his shirt, but he ignored that as well. Instead he scanned the room for the student he already knew was in attendance. Once he had discovered the boy's name - there was, after all, only one 'Maxwell' in the junior class - he had persuaded the school's secretary to switch all of his classes, at least for the first day, into his braided wonder's.
He found his target sitting in the back of the room, reading the assignment the teacher was giving for homework on as she explained it and looking for all the world like he was actually interested in the subject, while in fact all he cared about was that he passed. The table he sat at was nearly empty, only one boy with a fall of brown hair over one green eye - Trowa Barton, one of Duo's two only friends - sat with him. Determined to set his plans into motion as soon as possible, Heero sat down right across the table from the slightly smaller boy, and, to Duo's irritation, leaned back in his chair to use Duo's lap as a footrest as he promptly feigned falling asleep.
Cursing to himself - silently so as not to draw the teacher's attention to himself - Duo tried to push Heero's feet off his lap. It wasn't working very well, and five minutes later, when Duo stopped, Heero opened his eyes to find Duo desperately trying to take notes and peel Heero's feet off his lap, silently mouthing a string of curses in a few choice languages. Only one of these languages was one Heero didn't know, but could name as Arabic. Heero chuckled and toed his grungy shoes off. The task was easy enough since he had not worn his heavy combat boots. Those he had left at home because of the stifling August heat, not that he usually minded, he just hadn't felt like dealing with them this morning. Shoes off, Heero put his feet back in Duo's lap and closed his eyes once more.
Duo sighed in exasperation, giving Trowa a pleading look. Trowa shrugged in return, not knowing how to deal with this turn of events. Usually Heero avoided their crowd - the smart crowd - at all costs, but now he was openly interacting with them. Well, sort of. More like openly annoying, pissing off...go on, pick a phrase.
With ten minutes to the end of class, nearly everyone in the room was now bored, and without distraction could feel the heat that was slowly seeping into the crowded room. Duo was nearly sweating now, glancing at the clock every thirty seconds on the dot to make sure that it was working right. He wanted to get out of that room as soon as possible. Heero was sitting across from him, the boy obviously high and his feet in Duo's lap. It simply was not comfortable and Duo had to repress the urge to simply jump up and scream at the boy to put his feet down so that Duo could study. It was either that or run to the bathroom to wash his hands raw and throw up his breakfast. And last nights dinner.
Duo ran a hand through his own rugged bangs for what felt like the millionth time in what was only his first period class when it happened. Duo froze cold as ice and repressed growing shivers that had nothing to do with the weather as Heero began rubbing his socked feet along the inside of the braided boys thighs and slowly inching his way upwards.
Duo squirmed backwards, trying to avoid the feet that were so easily becoming an annoyance. Avoiding the wandering feet, Duo's legs spread, only to be pinned to the arms of his chair while Heero pulled said seat forward until his braided wonderboy was trapped. Once again Duo tried - unsuccessfully - to bat the feet aside, but Heero persisted, all the while appearing to be asleep.
"Cut it out!" Duo whispered between clenched teeth.
Heero smiled inwardly, pleased at hearing the uncomfortable boy's voice, and pleased with himself for causing the boy's discomfort. He had finally caused enough discomfort to cause the boy to snap at him, and he had to admit the boy could be stubborn. He couldn't help but think how beautiful the boy's voice was, though, and how cute he looked when he was agitated. "Your name," Heero whispered in response. That was his one condition for the day, Duo's name in return for the last five minutes of class spent comfortably.
"Duo Maxwell," Duo replied, shocked more with the fact that Heero had asked him - him, Duo Maxwell - a question than concerning himself with what had been asked.
Heero smirked, pleased, and then promptly rewarded Duo by removing his feet and slipping his shoes back on as he leaned back. Just then the teacher dismissed everyone, causing Duo to groan and bury his face in his hands. Then he moaned again as he smelled his hands, and fervently reminded himself to wash his hands raw and his face red ten times that day.
Students slowly stood and made their way to their next classes, chattering along the way and grumbling about the steamy weather. Duo sighed, picked up his books and left, thankful that he had AP classes for the rest of the day and, since there was NO WAY that Heero Yuy had made his way into THOSE classes, he was safe from whatever had gotten into the school drug-addict.
Trowa gave him a sympathetic look as he made his way across the floor to catch up with his hastily retreating, highly grossed out braided friend. "That was weird," Trowa commented dryly as they passed through the halls.
"That was beyond weird, Tro. He had his FEET in my LAP, fer chrissake. What was he THINKING?" Trowa raised an eyebrow, but wisely chose not to comment. "Oh well, at least I have US with you and Quat next. No way he made it into AP US. No fuckin' way."
Trowa again didn't comment. He knew that Heero was smarter than he looked, and if Heero wanted to be in AP, then by the gods, Heero was in AP. No one but Trowa knew that, though, and he intended to keep it that way for his own safety, letting Heero reveal Heero's secrets and not giving the muscled boy a reason to beat the gymnast to a pulp. Trowa had been the Asian boy's tutor for a semester back in freshman year, when the school board had been trying for a peer-tutoring course. That year, he had learned more from Heero than Heero had from him. Needless to say, Heero's grades hadn't improved, and neither had that of the other students. The program was considered a failure and ended, so he was certain that no one else knew of the power of Heero.
Trowa nodded to Quatre as the blonde boy met up with them in the hall, and then drowned the other two out as Duo began relaying this morning's occurrences to Quatre in a rather loud way, displaying his annoyance. Trowa was busy going over them again in his own mind. To him, it was obvious that Heero wanted something, he just didn't know what.
Duo jabbered on, oblivious to his fellow witness' abandonment. Quatre seemed just as confused as Duo was - the boy's face was an open book, and he was often sympathetic to his few friends - but the wealthy boy didn't have the time to voice his comments. The trio entered the classroom for Advanced Placement Untied States History, aka AP US, just then and the teacher, a man named Zechs Marquise, was already beginning the lecture of the year and handing out textbooks.
Ten minutes later, in sauntered Heero Yuy, looking smug as could be and for all the world like he belonged there.
Duo sunk further into his seat as if he could hide from the looming figure that dismissed the teacher, grabbing a textbook as he scanned the room. He sunk even lower muttering 'No fuckin' way' under his breath as cobalt blue eyes focused on him and him alone.
Author: Mistress Tsunami
Archive: Anyone else, please ask first. I won't turn ya down, promise.
Rating: R Pairings: 1x2, 1x5, 5xMeiran, 1x5xOCxOCxMeiran (many combinations thereof I dun feel like writin' 'em all out)
Warnings: AU, OOC, school-fic, angst, 1x5 LEMON in part five, limey in part six (cont. from five), drug-use, Duo-torture (no NCS or BDSM, though), yaoi, shonen-ai, het, get-together fic (is that a warning?).
Opportunity knocked. My doorman threw him out.
-Adrienne Gusoff-
Heero slowly made his way into the English room. He totally ignored the teacher, named Ms Sylvia, explaining the goals and purposes of the class to the students. Said teacher was also glaring holes into the back of his shirt, but he ignored that as well. Instead he scanned the room for the student he already knew was in attendance. Once he had discovered the boy's name - there was, after all, only one 'Maxwell' in the junior class - he had persuaded the school's secretary to switch all of his classes, at least for the first day, into his braided wonder's.
He found his target sitting in the back of the room, reading the assignment the teacher was giving for homework on as she explained it and looking for all the world like he was actually interested in the subject, while in fact all he cared about was that he passed. The table he sat at was nearly empty, only one boy with a fall of brown hair over one green eye - Trowa Barton, one of Duo's two only friends - sat with him. Determined to set his plans into motion as soon as possible, Heero sat down right across the table from the slightly smaller boy, and, to Duo's irritation, leaned back in his chair to use Duo's lap as a footrest as he promptly feigned falling asleep.
Cursing to himself - silently so as not to draw the teacher's attention to himself - Duo tried to push Heero's feet off his lap. It wasn't working very well, and five minutes later, when Duo stopped, Heero opened his eyes to find Duo desperately trying to take notes and peel Heero's feet off his lap, silently mouthing a string of curses in a few choice languages. Only one of these languages was one Heero didn't know, but could name as Arabic. Heero chuckled and toed his grungy shoes off. The task was easy enough since he had not worn his heavy combat boots. Those he had left at home because of the stifling August heat, not that he usually minded, he just hadn't felt like dealing with them this morning. Shoes off, Heero put his feet back in Duo's lap and closed his eyes once more.
Duo sighed in exasperation, giving Trowa a pleading look. Trowa shrugged in return, not knowing how to deal with this turn of events. Usually Heero avoided their crowd - the smart crowd - at all costs, but now he was openly interacting with them. Well, sort of. More like openly annoying, pissing off...go on, pick a phrase.
With ten minutes to the end of class, nearly everyone in the room was now bored, and without distraction could feel the heat that was slowly seeping into the crowded room. Duo was nearly sweating now, glancing at the clock every thirty seconds on the dot to make sure that it was working right. He wanted to get out of that room as soon as possible. Heero was sitting across from him, the boy obviously high and his feet in Duo's lap. It simply was not comfortable and Duo had to repress the urge to simply jump up and scream at the boy to put his feet down so that Duo could study. It was either that or run to the bathroom to wash his hands raw and throw up his breakfast. And last nights dinner.
Duo ran a hand through his own rugged bangs for what felt like the millionth time in what was only his first period class when it happened. Duo froze cold as ice and repressed growing shivers that had nothing to do with the weather as Heero began rubbing his socked feet along the inside of the braided boys thighs and slowly inching his way upwards.
Duo squirmed backwards, trying to avoid the feet that were so easily becoming an annoyance. Avoiding the wandering feet, Duo's legs spread, only to be pinned to the arms of his chair while Heero pulled said seat forward until his braided wonderboy was trapped. Once again Duo tried - unsuccessfully - to bat the feet aside, but Heero persisted, all the while appearing to be asleep.
"Cut it out!" Duo whispered between clenched teeth.
Heero smiled inwardly, pleased at hearing the uncomfortable boy's voice, and pleased with himself for causing the boy's discomfort. He had finally caused enough discomfort to cause the boy to snap at him, and he had to admit the boy could be stubborn. He couldn't help but think how beautiful the boy's voice was, though, and how cute he looked when he was agitated. "Your name," Heero whispered in response. That was his one condition for the day, Duo's name in return for the last five minutes of class spent comfortably.
"Duo Maxwell," Duo replied, shocked more with the fact that Heero had asked him - him, Duo Maxwell - a question than concerning himself with what had been asked.
Heero smirked, pleased, and then promptly rewarded Duo by removing his feet and slipping his shoes back on as he leaned back. Just then the teacher dismissed everyone, causing Duo to groan and bury his face in his hands. Then he moaned again as he smelled his hands, and fervently reminded himself to wash his hands raw and his face red ten times that day.
Students slowly stood and made their way to their next classes, chattering along the way and grumbling about the steamy weather. Duo sighed, picked up his books and left, thankful that he had AP classes for the rest of the day and, since there was NO WAY that Heero Yuy had made his way into THOSE classes, he was safe from whatever had gotten into the school drug-addict.
Trowa gave him a sympathetic look as he made his way across the floor to catch up with his hastily retreating, highly grossed out braided friend. "That was weird," Trowa commented dryly as they passed through the halls.
"That was beyond weird, Tro. He had his FEET in my LAP, fer chrissake. What was he THINKING?" Trowa raised an eyebrow, but wisely chose not to comment. "Oh well, at least I have US with you and Quat next. No way he made it into AP US. No fuckin' way."
Trowa again didn't comment. He knew that Heero was smarter than he looked, and if Heero wanted to be in AP, then by the gods, Heero was in AP. No one but Trowa knew that, though, and he intended to keep it that way for his own safety, letting Heero reveal Heero's secrets and not giving the muscled boy a reason to beat the gymnast to a pulp. Trowa had been the Asian boy's tutor for a semester back in freshman year, when the school board had been trying for a peer-tutoring course. That year, he had learned more from Heero than Heero had from him. Needless to say, Heero's grades hadn't improved, and neither had that of the other students. The program was considered a failure and ended, so he was certain that no one else knew of the power of Heero.
Trowa nodded to Quatre as the blonde boy met up with them in the hall, and then drowned the other two out as Duo began relaying this morning's occurrences to Quatre in a rather loud way, displaying his annoyance. Trowa was busy going over them again in his own mind. To him, it was obvious that Heero wanted something, he just didn't know what.
Duo jabbered on, oblivious to his fellow witness' abandonment. Quatre seemed just as confused as Duo was - the boy's face was an open book, and he was often sympathetic to his few friends - but the wealthy boy didn't have the time to voice his comments. The trio entered the classroom for Advanced Placement Untied States History, aka AP US, just then and the teacher, a man named Zechs Marquise, was already beginning the lecture of the year and handing out textbooks.
Ten minutes later, in sauntered Heero Yuy, looking smug as could be and for all the world like he belonged there.
Duo sunk further into his seat as if he could hide from the looming figure that dismissed the teacher, grabbing a textbook as he scanned the room. He sunk even lower muttering 'No fuckin' way' under his breath as cobalt blue eyes focused on him and him alone.