Chapter 4
The older of the two grabbed Heero's shoulders and tried to shake him. Heero's sturdy body was barley wobbled.
"What's your business here?" he spat into his face.
Heero smacked the man's hand away and stared at him in the eyes. "Just lookin' boys." He said evenly.
The younger brother apparently named Rallie shouted " yeah well, don't be lookin' at my girl, bitch!"
"Oh your so hunky Rallie!" The skank giggled. Rallie shot her his attempt at a sexy grin and turned back to Heero. Heero sighed grudgingly and said to the Duo in his head
Fine, I'll try this your way.
The Older of the two brothers had on a sneer and he whipped out a cigarette.
"Well punk? You gonna say something?" Lighting the cigarette, he took a long drag on the end and allowed the Smoke to trickle past his lips. His eyes gleamed with bloodlust and he slammed down on hand on to the bar top. His muscle definition could clearly be seen thru the tight black top that was plastered to his body. "Cuz I don't take shit from no one, no matter how good looking they are"
"Any one" Heero corrected in his usual monotone voice and swatted the smoke away. He cast an icy glare at the too hot to trot wiseass and then with realization, grinned.
He's gay. Perfect.
Seeing the small smile, Rallie pulled out a switchblade and made a menacing advance on the dark haired man. Trula was leaning over his shoulder massaging his muscles, thou thru the whole thing she was making eyes at Heero. Picking up the hand of the older brother Heero said in a soothing voice "Why don't you and I settle this over a drink?"
With a wink at his younger brother, the senior watched him put the blade away and drag the slut off to a private room. Trula could be seen frowning at Heero and his companion as she was yanked off. Waving to the bartended the older brother turned his attention back to the handsome boy he now planned to spend the evening with.
"So what's your name, mine is Richard...or Ritchie to my close personal friends." Ritchie asked as he placed a hand on Heero's broad shoulder. Heero closed his eyes in disgust and forced his mouth to say: "Why does my name matter? Will you be moaning it latter?" Opening his eyes Heero couldn't just believe he said that. As he felt Ritchie's grip on his shoulder squirm in excitement, the Japanese boy was entertaining thoughts of ripping his own tongue out, possibly drowning himself. God damn you DUO! I try to weasel things out of people your way and this is where it gets me! With a Fucking gay! Heero thought to himself darkly. The bartender walked over to the 'couple' just as Heero was going to grab a fork and tear his voice box out. It had been what? Only 4, no 5 minutes of his entirely gay and kinky conversation and he already was plotting ways to kill himself.
"What'll it be you two?" the aged man asked while he wiped down a mug. Heero grimaced at the words 'you two'. Everything seemed to remind him of how homosexual he was acting.
"Mike's hard lemonade, for me and my friend." Ritchie said patting Heero. Heero restrained the urge to rip his hand off and reordered, "Just get me a whiskey on the rocks." He was hoping to drown himself in the alcohol. Ritchie laughed as he patted Heero's strong back some more.
"Strong drinker eh? I like that!"
Obviously you aren't... The perfect soldier thought as the bartender placed the two drinks in front of them. He took a long swallow out of his mug and felt it burn as it went down. Emptying the mug, Heero convinced Ritchie to order another stronger drink. Then another, then another...soon he had the muscular man leaning over him drunken, all the while trying to get down his pants. Shifting uncomfortably as the large man he sat with started to move his large hands over his lean back, Heero slapped some money down on the counter top and took the drunken man's hand away from his body again and into his own.
"Come on stud. Let's go find a more private location..." He whispered into Ritchie's ear, trying to not vomit as he said so. Ritchie giggled drunkenly and pointed to a door near the back of the bar.
"I know where we can be alone. There's a spare room in the back, we use it for private parties...heeheehee.." He leaned up and giggled drunkenly " You can tell me your name back there." Heero cringed at the thought and hauled Ritchie over to the direction he had pointed. Ritchie wrapped one hand around his waist and felt Heero's hard ass. He gave a grunt of approval, but was brushed off by Heero as he said rather loudly
"Don't get too excited, you may be disappointed."
A/N: Yes this section was rather umm... different? That is why my rating of this story has changed. But do not worry! I have cut out the parts of the story I have promised to! My apologies to any one I have offended, remember it's only a story! See you next chapter! waves to reader