"Wait!" Duo suddenly said, coming up from behind Wufei, carrying a helmet. "I got a better idea." Five eyes stared clueless at Duo for a moment, and then they started to laugh. Wufei the hardest.
"Was I hearing things?" Meiran suddenly asked. "'Cus' I could have sworn that Duo said he had an idea!"
"Yeah, so?" Duo glared. "I don't have time, see ya'" Without a backward glance, Duo jumped onto a dirt bike, placed his helmet over his head and gave everyone the finger.
"Er ..." Quatre cluelessly said, "Shouldn't we follow them?"
"Yeah, but real slow." Meiran winked, started the truck and finally left after Trowa managed to get into the backseat.
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Heero's blood began to boil and his heart began to accelerate as his bike skidded to a halt as he stopped in front of an unknown thrift store and Jamie groggily got off.
"Obviously, you have some thrill issue." Jamie muttered, massaging his head as he felt a headache coming on. He was sober enough to comprehend the situation. One thing he noted was that it was not safe to ride a bike with Heero, fearing that he might throw up. "I'll see you later. Knowing that look in your eyes, I think it would be safer for me to stay out of your way until you get whatever it is making you look so deadly. Anyway, I'll call one of my friends and I'll see you back at the house, hopefully."
"I'll email you." Heero said before he took off again, leaving Jamie to stare after him. Jamie sighed and went inside the thrift store to buy some aspirin. Not long after Jamie went into the store, Duo came speeding by followed closely by an SUV.
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Heero slowly turned the corner and ended up on the road he took to get back to the city after his kidnapping. Instead of going straight, he turned onto the dirt road. Earlier he saw trails, which he believed were used for various things.
Duo was at a standstill, wondering which way Heero took and a few minutes later Quatre and his entourage showed up, but Quatre was not driving. Instead he was in the back, making out with Trowa.
"Ugh, Quatre!" Duo whined, "I think you made me go blind." Quatre threw him the finger and Duo grinned, turning his attention back to the roads. "So Meiran, which one do you want?" He asked. Meiran looked thoughtful for a second,
"I'll take the paved one."
"That leaves me the dirt trails." Duo muttered, before putting his helmet back on. "Winner takes all." He murmured after Meiran left. Duo reluctantly took to the trails, slowly. He had never been this way before, who knew what was out here.
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Heero leaned against the bike with his back arched, arms and legs crossed. He stood atop a hill, watching the bike come this way, very slowly although it was relatively fast and the driver was clueless. Heero knew who was on the bike before he saw the headlight turned to the path that he chose to get to the top of the hill. It was only a matter of minutes before the bike came into view and the male voice he knew too well, started cursing. Heero smirked. Without standing his bike or even thinking about turning the engine off, Duo jumped off his bike and fastidiously walked toward Heero, his violet eyes blazing with vigor.
"You know something Heero," Duo sneered. "You are a complete, stubborn asshole!"
"What's your point Duo?" Heero coolly asked. Duo had to suppress a shudder as Heero said his name; that was partially the reason he shivered. Heero was dressed in skin licking race gear. He was outfitted in a dark blue jacket and matching pants with white stripes that showed how curved his body was.
Duo tried not to drool, he really did. Duo gulped, hoping against all odds that his voice wasn't cracking up, "So why were you running away from us?"
Heero's brows furrowed in thought, then he grinned wickedly. "What does it matter to you anyway?"
"Nothing," Duo muttered and swore under his breath. "Just curious." He's been gone for only three days and he's completely changed. But for better or for worse? Duo thought that Heero was a relatively good boy and sexy as hell to boot. But an evil Heero, now that gave Duo a mental image of Heero in leather and leather, and not to mention the bondage kind of leather. Collar, chains and all. He suffocated a moan as he felt his privates react to the last thought. Heero tied to his bedpost, so the little rebellious devil will stay when he was told to stay.
"Duo!" Heero snapped, "Are you listening to me?"
Duo guiltily and forlornly stared at Heero for the first time and blushed. Embarrassed that he was caught off guard and slightly humiliated that he didn't hear what Heero was saying. "Er-what?"
"Do you have anything inside that head of yours," Heero muttered. "I will restate my previous sentence. I asked if you are up for a race?"
Duo shook his head to clear all thought of Heero in leather and chains, "Winner takes all." Duo grinned. Heero scoffed at him and jumped onto his bike that Duo noticed for the first time. Heero was on a prototype D3, a racing bike and he was on a crummy old model of a zx-110 dirt bike. The odds were against him. He was going to lose.
"May the better racer win," Heero grunted before he peeled out and left dust in his wake, leaving Duo staring stupidly after him. Duo growled and followed, he figured that Heero would count to three or give some sort of warning. Heero, nor Duo for that matter, had any idea where they were going. They followed the dirt road and drove over bumps and rocks, and small ditches which Heero used as a ramp to speed himself up. Duo on the other hand, was focusing on seeing through the dust Heero's bike kicked up and when a little bump or ditch was ahead, he tried his best to avoid it, only managing to skid his bike and slide a little over the rocky terrain. After what seemed like hours, they finally stopped in a little clearing and Heero was looking menacingly at the meadow before them. Duo breathlessly came up beside him and looked around, wondering what Heero was glaring at.
"The road ended." Heero muttered, gripping the bars tightly as his hands pushed the gas.
"Well, we should turn back." Duo tiredly replied, getting off his own bike and dusting himself off.
Heero blushed crimson. Luckily it was night or Duo would have seen it, "Um, I ran out of gas." Heero intelligently said and as proof, his bike jerked then went off.
"You ran out of gas!" Duo nearly shouted, seething with rage. "You drag me out here to gods knows where, and you run out of gas. Charming."
"I didn't expect it to run out this soon," Heero snapped back, slightly irritated. "I guess the gas meter isn't working as well as I thought."
"What else is wrong with that piece of junk?" Duo muttered, annoyed that Heero was paying more attention to that bike of his and not him.
"It's too slow, and the tires are slippery on rocky terrain." Heero analyzed. "It could use a good wash, the dirt might've gotten into the axels-"
"I got it already, the bike is a piece of crap!" Duo exasperatedly said as he got onto his and gripped the handlebars tightly.
"Come on, hop onto the back and we'll go home." Heero turned his glare back to him, "I am not leaving Zero."
"You already gave the fudgin thing a name!" Duo shook his head and flecks of dust flew out of his braid. "It's just a bike."
"I am not leaving." Heero stubbornly said and he sat down, cross-legged in front of his bike. Duo turned his bike off as well as the light and they were in total darkness, despite the moon's clarity as it shone brightly around them.
"Well, I guess that makes two of us." Duo grumbled, hoping reverse psychology worked on Heero and the boy would take pity on him and tell Duo that he'll go back with him and leave his bike behind.
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Seconds passed into minutes, and the minutes passed into an hour and Heero continued to sit cross-legged with his eyes shut.
"Well.." Duo urged and Heero opened his eyes.
"Well what?" Heero grumbled. He figured Duo would have just up and left minutes ago. But Duo was more stubborn than he thought.
"Are you going to say 'I am sorry Duo, for making you stay here with me. I am cold and would like to go home.'" Duo asked.
Heero stared at him with big round eyes, and when Duo thought he was going to say something Heero started laughing, shocking the heck out of Duo. Heero's laughter was a little too cruel, but beautiful nonetheless.
"I see that you thought I was joking."
"More or less," was Heero's amused reply. "You decided to stay, don't try to get any sympathy out of me. If you're cold, you can either leave or start a fire. I am not moving from this spot."
"You're such a mood breaker!" Duo growled impatiently.
"And you're a autoerocticistic homosexual." Heero nonchalantly replied.
"Yeah, look who's talking, nymphomaniac." Duo mumbled and Heero amusedly raised his brow. It was so easy to get Duo riled up.
"That's coming from someone who's perverted."
"I didn't hear you complain." Duo cheekily replied. What was with Heero? "Are you okay Heero?"
"What do you mean by okay?" Heero looked so confused it was cute. Well Duo thought it was cute.
"Are you feeling well?" Duo exasperatedly said. "You didn't take any drugs at that party, did you? If you say you drank, I swear I will murder that friend of yours."
"I gained a new insight to the world of slums and yesterday, never mind." Heero shook his head and Duo had a strange reaction to that and he inwardly groaned. Now was not the time to get hot and bothered by Heero's hair, even though it looked so soft and fluffy.
"Yesterday what?" Duo heard himself asking, entranced by Heero's eyes in the moonlight. They were in the shadows and yet you could still clearly see his blue eyes.
"Nothing," another bland reply by Heero.
"No come on, tell me." Duo urged, despite how much he wanted to run his fingers through Heero's hair.
"If you must," Heero rolled his eyes. "I beat Tommy's record at air hockey."
Duo blinked once, then blinked again before he fell over. Of all the things Heero could say, he said that instead.
"That's it?"
"You wanted to know." Heero grinned. "What were you thinking anyway? We didn't go anywhere near the red light district."
Despite himself, Duo blushed. He wasn't exactly thinking that, but now that Heero said it he couldn't stop thinking about it. "I think we should get going, Trowa might kill us."
Heero took one glance at Duo's bike and, if possible, the cold blue eyes lit up. He instantly stood up and opened his bike seat and pulled out a green-rubber hose. "I've got an idea."
"Does it involve me?"
"Not in your wildest dream Duo." Heero said. "We can suck the gas out of your bike."
"Huh?" Duo's perverted mind came up with the image of Heero sucking a hose and not the hose the boy was currently holding. Before Duo could say anything, Heero pushed his bike right beside the dirt bike and he entered the hose into the gas tank. Duo watched this, wide eyed and bewitched. He had a very good idea where Heero's mouth could be put to good use. A few minutes passed before the gas tank on Zero was refilled and Heero admiringly stroked his bike, making Duo moan.
Why couldn't Heero do that to him? Duo was ready to burst with frustration. Of all days and nights and not to mention hour, why was he suddenly thinking like this?
"You coming?" Duo blushed at the innuendo behind the question. If Heero only knew?
"In a while." Duo hastily replied, because he had begun to have a little problem. "Heero, can I drive?" Heero was torn between envy and kindness. Should he let Duo drive his precious bike and ruin it, or should he drive back instead?
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AN:::After chapter 25 is posted, that would be the only update. My laptop will not boot to windows, only to safemode and the other comp. I normally used is getting fixed. The modem keeps dying on it and there's some virus on my laptop...I think
So srry. It'll be a few hours for chapter 25,I'm using the library's computer and my times up.