Title: Catching Duo
Author: Mistress Tsunami
Archive: ). Anyone else, please ask first. I won't turn ya down, promise.
Rating: R Pairings: 12, 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 was feeling VERY pleased with himself as he casually tossed the heavy textbook on his desk - only Duo's desk kept his own from toppling over from the sudden weight - and sat himself down in the desk behind Duo. He counted his play in the English room as a complete success, mark a point to him, and hoped to have more of the same in this next class, as well as for the rest of the day. Looking at his new-found quarry, he noticed the boy glancing to his left and to his right - to the blonde and the brunette from English, respectively - and silently smirked to himself.
He was already making Duo uncomfortable by just being there, and he wasn't even trying, just being near the boy made the latter nervous.
He would have to find out who the other two students were though, to see if they would be a threat or not. Putting it on his mental list of things to do later, he decided to do a temporary assessment himself, and liked what he saw. The blonde boy didn't look like he would be much trouble to Heero's cause; he was one of those rich snobs, his father a business manager, and would probably be a real pushover. More than likely 'Daddy's little angel.' If he was a friend of Duo's, though, it might be necessary to make sure that the boy didn't interfere. Doubtful, if it might upset the blonde's parents, but it was best to make sure. The brunette looked to be a smart boy, and easy on the eyes as well. A beauty, but Heero couldn't tell if he was taken or not. He guessed that if Wufei didn't already have a girl, he might have gone after the European boy that Duo was silently pleading for help from, whether he was taken or not. Yep, from the looks of things he was definitely a friend, and definitely worth checking into.
Both boys would have to earn the right to remain his Duo's friend, and Heero Yuy would be the judge.
Slowly, the lecture wore on and into the day - even though it had really only been little over an hour since school had started, it had seemed like school should be over soon. Heero kept his feet to himself during this time, and Duo felt safe enough to begin to relax, and truly take notes on what the teacher was saying, not noticing that Heero was watching his every move. Either that or just hoping that he wasn't, and denying the fact that Heero was watching him.
Five minutes of relaxing went down the drain as Heero began again to mess around with Duo, his new toy. This time he took the time to play with Duo's silky braid, and the latter boy froze, pencil hovering in mid-motion over his notebook as if time had just stopped.
Heero felt himself generous when he only unwove about six inches of the long braid, and then he secured the hair-tie over it once again, feeling strangely protective of it. He didn't want anyone else to see Duo's hair free from its confinement. He satisfied that the length was enough to annoy Duo with, and that was all that he needed free, he would not allow anyone else to see any more than that. He only had the chance to play with it for all of one minute, however, before he heard Duo's pencil snap loudly. The sudden noise drew the attention of the teacher, who stopped his lecture.
"Mr...Maxwell, was it?"
Duo nodded slowly, cursing himself and fervently hoping that he was living a nightmare and that he would wake up soon with school not even having started yet. "Yes sir."
"Is there a problem?"
"No sir." Heero smirked. 'No sir,' indeed, he could hear the strain in the fey boy's voice. Oh, there certainly was a problem with Duo Maxwell, a great big one, if the boy's voice had held any indication. It looked as if Heero had unintentionally found a particularly sore spot with the boy.
"In that case I would kindly ask that you not disturb my class again, unless you would like detention?"
The teacher had left the question hanging open, but no student in his, or her, right mind would take him up on the offer. "No sir. I'm sorry for disturbing you."
Zechs Marquise nodded slowly, eyeing Duo carefully before continuing his lecture, as if he could just look at Duo and see if he would cause any further trouble, which said student wasn't planning on doing. Not today, at least. Duo was making plans to torture his tormentor, but Heero could hardly contain his chuckles. Duo now didn't dare to ask him to stop playing with his hair or his disturbing laugh. Duo was content to let him get it out of his system and let the troublemaker get detention, get a million detentions for all he cared, so long as the chocolate-haired boy would keep his gringy hands out of HIS hair sometime soon. Duo dared not speak though, wouldn't even open his mouth, for his mother didn't look kindly upon detention on the first day of school.
Unfortunately - or fortunately, depending on your point of view - Duo was finding it very difficult to focus on the class and the lecture with Heero running his filthy hands through Duo's own immaculate locks. He'd be out of both shampoo and conditioner for the rest of the week if he wanted to get his hair anywhere near clean again, and that was one thing he did want. He never allowed his hair to get dirty, and judging by the way that boy was fondling his hair, it was going to be filthy by the end of class. It was going to take all the shampoo he had at home and then some in order to get his one true vanity clean enough to satisfy him once again.
Duo once more began squirming as Heero started to tickle the back of his neck with the long tresses he had freed from the braid. Heero was finding it most interesting to watch, and wondered just how long his prey could remain still under this silent torture. He didn't seem to be taking it very well, and it was beyond obvious that he wasn't liking it much, at least, not yet.
The ends of Duo's hair had become wavy from the impression of the braid that it was constantly in. Duo nearly groaned aloud, certain that he could see the knots forming in his hair and the ends splitting from the rough treatment it was receiving. Heero Yuy was being one giant pain in the ass, and Duo was thankful that he was free from classes next. It was his study, the time when students were free to either go to the library or the cafeteria, and he planned to use it wisely. That is, he planned to hide from Heero, certain that the other was going to follow him around all day long. Duo was set to run straight for the bathroom and lock himself in - possibly allowing Trowa and Quatre in to help and console him - and he was going to wash himself, and as much as his hair as he could, until he was clean and his hair gleaming once more.
Both of Duo's only friends kept glancing at the agitated boy out of the corner of their eyes, wanting to help their best friend, but not willing to risk the wrath of one Mr. Marquise. Many had heard the rumors about what he did with the students he put in detention; they didn't just study, nor did they just do an essay. They did a half-hour of homework, a half-hour of cleaning up his classroom instead of the janitors, and they had a five-page essay on the subject of his choice. It was due the next day, too, or they would have to suffer through another detention with double the work, and it kept building from there. You couldn't leave until you finished the tasks he thought would take a half-hour, either, whether they took that amount of time or longer, never less. He made sure the janitors never entered his room when he had detention students, they had to do that work, so heaven help you if you were the only one in detention that day.
His detentions were the worst, excepting only those that came from Ms. Une.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting to Duo, and not nearly long enough to Heero, Zechs dismissed his students. Duo quickly packed up his books, not noticing the light grip on his braid until the tug on it pulled him flat on the ground, landing on his butt. He winced in pain, moving to kneel down on the hard floor and rub his sore rear end. Looking around for whomever had dared to touch his hair, he found the classroom already empty. He didn't look behind him, already guessing who was there and not liking it one bit. Another sharp, but gentle, pull on his hair brought him off balance enough to fall into Heero's waiting grasp, Duo's head tilted backwards and glare already in place. Heero took the opportunity to deliver a short, harsh, close-mouthed kiss to the now very confused and slightly dazed boy before he smirked, his cobalt eyes twinkling with an unnamed emotion as he walked away. Duo fell back down hard on his rear, staring after him, his eyes glazing over.
"What the Hell..." Duo whispered to himself, touching where Heero's lips had touched his own as Heero left him there for his own friends, and Duo now found himself completely alone in the room. He wondered what had happened to Trowa and Quatre absently as he silently whispered to himself: "I ain't no pretty boy, I'm not gay..." as if trying to convince himself. It wasn't the kiss itself that had confused him, although that WAS a large part of it. No, what confused him the most was that he had very nearly enjoyed it.
A few minutes later, Trowa and Quatre ran into the classroom, Quatre nearly falling over himself with apologies to the braided boy who still sat dazed on the floor. They eased Duo up to a standing position, carefully inquiring if he was all right as they gathered his books up.
"Bathroom...now," Duo commanded, still not quite comprehending what was happening around him and contemplating the meaning of the not-quite bruising kiss he had been given. Had received. Whatever.
Both of the other boys looked at each other worriedly before nodding assent to each other and complying with Duo's wish, supporting him as he drunkenly made his way to the relative safety of the bathroom stalls. It was, after all, the only room that could be locked from the inside for student use. The teachers all had a key to enter if they needed to, but they didn't need to fear Heero Yuy if they hid in there. And maybe, just maybe, they could figure out what had happened to their braided friend.
Author: Mistress Tsunami
Archive: ). Anyone else, please ask first. I won't turn ya down, promise.
Rating: R Pairings: 12, 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 was feeling VERY pleased with himself as he casually tossed the heavy textbook on his desk - only Duo's desk kept his own from toppling over from the sudden weight - and sat himself down in the desk behind Duo. He counted his play in the English room as a complete success, mark a point to him, and hoped to have more of the same in this next class, as well as for the rest of the day. Looking at his new-found quarry, he noticed the boy glancing to his left and to his right - to the blonde and the brunette from English, respectively - and silently smirked to himself.
He was already making Duo uncomfortable by just being there, and he wasn't even trying, just being near the boy made the latter nervous.
He would have to find out who the other two students were though, to see if they would be a threat or not. Putting it on his mental list of things to do later, he decided to do a temporary assessment himself, and liked what he saw. The blonde boy didn't look like he would be much trouble to Heero's cause; he was one of those rich snobs, his father a business manager, and would probably be a real pushover. More than likely 'Daddy's little angel.' If he was a friend of Duo's, though, it might be necessary to make sure that the boy didn't interfere. Doubtful, if it might upset the blonde's parents, but it was best to make sure. The brunette looked to be a smart boy, and easy on the eyes as well. A beauty, but Heero couldn't tell if he was taken or not. He guessed that if Wufei didn't already have a girl, he might have gone after the European boy that Duo was silently pleading for help from, whether he was taken or not. Yep, from the looks of things he was definitely a friend, and definitely worth checking into.
Both boys would have to earn the right to remain his Duo's friend, and Heero Yuy would be the judge.
Slowly, the lecture wore on and into the day - even though it had really only been little over an hour since school had started, it had seemed like school should be over soon. Heero kept his feet to himself during this time, and Duo felt safe enough to begin to relax, and truly take notes on what the teacher was saying, not noticing that Heero was watching his every move. Either that or just hoping that he wasn't, and denying the fact that Heero was watching him.
Five minutes of relaxing went down the drain as Heero began again to mess around with Duo, his new toy. This time he took the time to play with Duo's silky braid, and the latter boy froze, pencil hovering in mid-motion over his notebook as if time had just stopped.
Heero felt himself generous when he only unwove about six inches of the long braid, and then he secured the hair-tie over it once again, feeling strangely protective of it. He didn't want anyone else to see Duo's hair free from its confinement. He satisfied that the length was enough to annoy Duo with, and that was all that he needed free, he would not allow anyone else to see any more than that. He only had the chance to play with it for all of one minute, however, before he heard Duo's pencil snap loudly. The sudden noise drew the attention of the teacher, who stopped his lecture.
"Mr...Maxwell, was it?"
Duo nodded slowly, cursing himself and fervently hoping that he was living a nightmare and that he would wake up soon with school not even having started yet. "Yes sir."
"Is there a problem?"
"No sir." Heero smirked. 'No sir,' indeed, he could hear the strain in the fey boy's voice. Oh, there certainly was a problem with Duo Maxwell, a great big one, if the boy's voice had held any indication. It looked as if Heero had unintentionally found a particularly sore spot with the boy.
"In that case I would kindly ask that you not disturb my class again, unless you would like detention?"
The teacher had left the question hanging open, but no student in his, or her, right mind would take him up on the offer. "No sir. I'm sorry for disturbing you."
Zechs Marquise nodded slowly, eyeing Duo carefully before continuing his lecture, as if he could just look at Duo and see if he would cause any further trouble, which said student wasn't planning on doing. Not today, at least. Duo was making plans to torture his tormentor, but Heero could hardly contain his chuckles. Duo now didn't dare to ask him to stop playing with his hair or his disturbing laugh. Duo was content to let him get it out of his system and let the troublemaker get detention, get a million detentions for all he cared, so long as the chocolate-haired boy would keep his gringy hands out of HIS hair sometime soon. Duo dared not speak though, wouldn't even open his mouth, for his mother didn't look kindly upon detention on the first day of school.
Unfortunately - or fortunately, depending on your point of view - Duo was finding it very difficult to focus on the class and the lecture with Heero running his filthy hands through Duo's own immaculate locks. He'd be out of both shampoo and conditioner for the rest of the week if he wanted to get his hair anywhere near clean again, and that was one thing he did want. He never allowed his hair to get dirty, and judging by the way that boy was fondling his hair, it was going to be filthy by the end of class. It was going to take all the shampoo he had at home and then some in order to get his one true vanity clean enough to satisfy him once again.
Duo once more began squirming as Heero started to tickle the back of his neck with the long tresses he had freed from the braid. Heero was finding it most interesting to watch, and wondered just how long his prey could remain still under this silent torture. He didn't seem to be taking it very well, and it was beyond obvious that he wasn't liking it much, at least, not yet.
The ends of Duo's hair had become wavy from the impression of the braid that it was constantly in. Duo nearly groaned aloud, certain that he could see the knots forming in his hair and the ends splitting from the rough treatment it was receiving. Heero Yuy was being one giant pain in the ass, and Duo was thankful that he was free from classes next. It was his study, the time when students were free to either go to the library or the cafeteria, and he planned to use it wisely. That is, he planned to hide from Heero, certain that the other was going to follow him around all day long. Duo was set to run straight for the bathroom and lock himself in - possibly allowing Trowa and Quatre in to help and console him - and he was going to wash himself, and as much as his hair as he could, until he was clean and his hair gleaming once more.
Both of Duo's only friends kept glancing at the agitated boy out of the corner of their eyes, wanting to help their best friend, but not willing to risk the wrath of one Mr. Marquise. Many had heard the rumors about what he did with the students he put in detention; they didn't just study, nor did they just do an essay. They did a half-hour of homework, a half-hour of cleaning up his classroom instead of the janitors, and they had a five-page essay on the subject of his choice. It was due the next day, too, or they would have to suffer through another detention with double the work, and it kept building from there. You couldn't leave until you finished the tasks he thought would take a half-hour, either, whether they took that amount of time or longer, never less. He made sure the janitors never entered his room when he had detention students, they had to do that work, so heaven help you if you were the only one in detention that day.
His detentions were the worst, excepting only those that came from Ms. Une.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting to Duo, and not nearly long enough to Heero, Zechs dismissed his students. Duo quickly packed up his books, not noticing the light grip on his braid until the tug on it pulled him flat on the ground, landing on his butt. He winced in pain, moving to kneel down on the hard floor and rub his sore rear end. Looking around for whomever had dared to touch his hair, he found the classroom already empty. He didn't look behind him, already guessing who was there and not liking it one bit. Another sharp, but gentle, pull on his hair brought him off balance enough to fall into Heero's waiting grasp, Duo's head tilted backwards and glare already in place. Heero took the opportunity to deliver a short, harsh, close-mouthed kiss to the now very confused and slightly dazed boy before he smirked, his cobalt eyes twinkling with an unnamed emotion as he walked away. Duo fell back down hard on his rear, staring after him, his eyes glazing over.
"What the Hell..." Duo whispered to himself, touching where Heero's lips had touched his own as Heero left him there for his own friends, and Duo now found himself completely alone in the room. He wondered what had happened to Trowa and Quatre absently as he silently whispered to himself: "I ain't no pretty boy, I'm not gay..." as if trying to convince himself. It wasn't the kiss itself that had confused him, although that WAS a large part of it. No, what confused him the most was that he had very nearly enjoyed it.
A few minutes later, Trowa and Quatre ran into the classroom, Quatre nearly falling over himself with apologies to the braided boy who still sat dazed on the floor. They eased Duo up to a standing position, carefully inquiring if he was all right as they gathered his books up.
"Bathroom...now," Duo commanded, still not quite comprehending what was happening around him and contemplating the meaning of the not-quite bruising kiss he had been given. Had received. Whatever.
Both of the other boys looked at each other worriedly before nodding assent to each other and complying with Duo's wish, supporting him as he drunkenly made his way to the relative safety of the bathroom stalls. It was, after all, the only room that could be locked from the inside for student use. The teachers all had a key to enter if they needed to, but they didn't need to fear Heero Yuy if they hid in there. And maybe, just maybe, they could figure out what had happened to their braided friend.