"The Truth in Your Lies 2"
"Such Truths in Our Lives"
Chapter Two,
"Empty handed"
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Residual beads of rain clung to the glass panes of Duo's window, bending the rosy pink light of sunrise. The brilliant colors of the sun's warmth filled the bleak interior of Duo's apartment with life. Duo's light snores began to become more irregular with introduction of light to his dark environment. The intoxicating images of Heero in his dreams shattered, and he tried to roll over in search of darker, more comfortable positions on what he thought was his bed. With a loud clatter, his chair toppled over onto the hardwood floor, throwing Duo into a pile of empty bottles containing alcoholic residue.
"Shit!" he screamed as lifted his hand to feel a large bloody bump on his forehead. "Son of a bitch! I need to stop sleeping in that god damned chair," he growled at himself as he prodded the lump painfully. "I have to pee," he declared to no one in particular, whilst dragging himself off of the cold, lacquered wood of his studio floor. Duo made his way through his whitewashed hall on unsteady legs, his groggy mind missing the right turn to the bathroom and slamming him into his bedroom door at the end of the hall.
"Son of a bitch!" echoed through the small studio, followed shortly by the thud of a heavy handed fist landing sharply on wood. Duo flung open his bathroom door, slamming it against the drywall in flustered urgency. He reached for his zipper to tear it down, as the emergency built in his abdomen. He growled angrily as his fingers felt like they had turned into sausages. He abandoned his attempt at the zipper and tore open his fastening button and ripped his jeans down to his thighs along with his under garments.
Duo sighed and rolled his shoulders in relief as he filled the white porcelain bowl with amber liquid, laced with the strong smell of digested alcohol. He grunted contently as he felt the comfortable feeling of relief wash over his abdomen, and flushed the diluted solution away with an air of satisfaction.
He stepped out of the crumpled pile of clothes at his feet, and reached behind him and pulled off his shirt, leaving it abandoned at the foot of his shower. He stepped onto the cold porcelain of the shower, feeling his nipples raise against the cold air lingering in the white showering stall. He reached out and turned the hot water knob.
"Son of a bitch!" he screamed as he was blasted with freezing water, "God damn it, I said hot." he shrieked at the cold water that continued to wash over him. He flailed his arms for a few moments before the water started to warm up. He sighed, and scolded himself, "I should really learn to check the water first." He pulled his hair out of his braid and felt the warming water flow over his body for a moment before turning the cold knob to cool the warming water.
A pleasant blanket of steam hung in the humid air around the American youth, as he bent down to snatch up the shampoo bottle he had cast onto the floor the morning before. Duo squeezed the smell of strawberry shampoo into his nose. A smile tugged at his lips as he poured some into his loose hanging hair.
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Heero stood inside Duo's shower, (mesmerized by the small lather of his shampoo curve his ass and run the inside of his thighs), (mesmerized by the small trail of lather from the shampoo, as it followed the curve of his ass and slowly snaked down the inside of the creamy white thighs,) reveling in the erotica of the youth that stood in front of him, and wishing for the appropriate organs to facilitate the fantasy that rose in him as he watched Duo rinse the curtain of sandy chestnut hanging from the man's head. Heero had only once seen Duo's hair down, and he cherished the sight. He wanted nothing more than to touch Duo at that moment, and felt emotion tear through him that he could not. He tried to content himself with watching the beauty, with nothing seperating his skin from Heero's sight.
A shroud of steam billowed up and filled the air inside of Duo's shower, as Heero stood only inches from his love's face, inspecting the body in front of him, wishing for a chance to touch his soft skin just once more. Heero reached out to touch the man he had loved, in a desperate hope of finding warm flesh in his hands.
Heero involuntarily twitched when Duo moaned in pleasure, causing him to withdraw his wandering fingers in surprise. He backed away slowly, feasting his eyes on the engorged cock that Duo held in his hands, and wishing that it could be him that satisfied the morning erection that Duo was trying to rid himself of. Duo licked his lips and moaned again as he felt pleasure surge through him in erratic waves.
Heero watched Duo's strong muscles tighten in anticipation of relief and leaned forward, to place a soft kiss on his velvety lips, only to be met by another moan as he approached. Just as Heero closed his eyes and finalized the kiss, Duo exploded in his hand gasping in orgasmic delight.
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"Good Morning, Heero," Duo whispered to his only decoration, a picture of Heero hanging directly between the two small hallway windows, as he passed in his quest for breakfast. He stepped out into the living room and turned right to enter his small kitchenette. He tore open the small refrigerator, to find only mustard, ketchup and orange juice; he turned toward his pantry in panic, to find it empty also.
"Son of a bitch!" he shouted, "I should have gone shopping, damn it all," he scolded himself for his stupidity. He reached back into the fridge and grabbed the carton of orange juice, and put his lips directly to the cylindrical hole in it's top, (and tunned the carton upside,)don't think you really need this part tilting his head back, expecting to chug the remnants. A small splash of the sugary liquid graced his tongue, and the carton was emptied.
"Shit!" he screamed and bounced the carton off of the bar that separated his kitchen from his living room. He walked flustered back to his room to grab some clothes.
"I'm going out to eat." he growled to himself.
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TBC
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