A/N: Here's an even longer chapter for your enjoyment! I am glad that you all like my story so much, and I really appreciate the reviews!

Warnings: I do not own any of these characters, except the one that actually interact with Duo and Heero in the chapter!

Thanks To: MizuTsuki17, RYUSKE, wind dancer1981, and Toola; especially Toola, I really appreciate the reviews!!!

Side Note: This chapter I will be starting differently though. In the last chapter, Duo was in the shower while Heero was studying himself in the mirror right? Well, I will be starting this story from the time Duo gets out of the shower and dresses! 'Kay? Arigatou!

Strange Emotions …continued…

Duo watched in fascination as the water cascaded through his finger, which he held in front of his stomach; water pooling in his cupped hands, his fingers slightly apart. After all the soap was washed off, and was gathered around the drain, Duo laughed at his wrinkled finger tips, and turned of the water. Duo loved taking showers, mostly baths though. They gave him time to relax, and forget about his problems momentarily.

Duo stepped over the small wall of the bathtub, and stepped upon the towel laid below; so as not to slip. After drying his long locks of hair, he pulled the blow dryer out of the drawer, and started to dry his hair. Pulling on a pair of black pants, which was slightly different than his usual blacks pants. They hugged his hips, and clung to his legs, showing off his calf muscles. But these pants weren't tight from him growing out of them, but from them being made that way. Duo then pulled a white tank top, also known as a "wife-beater", which also clung to his chest, accenting his chest muscles, and 4-pack. Finally, Duo got to the part he loved best… His hair. His hair was his pride and joy. Parting his hair into three separate parts, he then began to overlap them in a unique design, braiding all the way down till he was about an inch and a half above the bottom; securing it with a brown hair band, that blended in with his hair.

Taking his towel, he rubbed the fogged up mirror, and checked his reflection.

'Not bad Duo; you look good,' he consoled himself, and then grinned.

He unlocked the bathroom door and walked down to his room, but found the door locked.

'Heero must be in there.' "Yo Heero! Let me in will ya? You aren't naked are ya?" Duo questioned innocently, grinning, then mumble, "Not that that is a bad thing." Duo's eyes widened after letting that comment slip, 'Damn, better act like I didn't say that. Hopefully he didn't hear.'

When the door opened, Duo ignored the look of confusion in Heero's eyes, letting him know that he had heard. Twirling around, Duo asked, "Do you like my out…fit?" He paused slightly finally taking in the beauty before him, then whistled low.

"Damn Heero, you clean up nice. Real nice," Duo commented, licking his lips, and feeling his pants starting to get a little tighter, if that was possible.

"Hn," Heero grunted, and a smirk appeared on his face, almost forming a smile.

"You should smile more often, I mean it ain't exactly a 'smile smile', but it's a smile nonetheless. Plus it looks good on ya Hee-chan!"

Duo expected the smirk to disappear at his comment, but it stayed much to his enjoyment. Walking over to Heero, he began to walk around him, "Stay still, I want to cherish this moment when you've actually worn something different besides those black spandex and green tank tops." 'Not that I didn't mind the spandex, they give me a good view of your ass.'

Duo finally came to terms with his sexuality; these thoughts no longer surprised him, just made him wonder if maybe Heero shared the feelings. But he had no intention of letting Heero know, for Heero might actually be straight as he assumed, and beat the shit out of him, and be disgusted.

"Welp, ya ready to go?" Duo asked after finishing his study of Heero's clothing, and a little more, he walked over to the full view mirror, and took in his outfit and hair one last time.

"Yes," Heero said and nodded. Then grabbed a windbreaker jacket, which was also black and flung it in Duo's direction, watching as Duo caught it and pulled it on, smiling his thanks.

"Lets go then," Duo said excitedly, grabbing Heero's upper arm, and pulling him from the room, down the stairs and to the motorcycle. Heero pulled his arm from Duo's warm grip, and climbed onto the motorcycle first.

"Awww, come on Heero, why can't I drive?" Duo laughed, climbing on behind Heero, and placing his hands on his hips. Heero turned the key to start the motor, and began the long drive down the narrow path out onto the side road that would shortly bring them to the main road. Upon coming onto the main road, Heero followed Duo's directions and parked outside a corner building that looked to be two stories. Lots of other cars were parked alongside the street, and a line of people dressed for partying were standing in a long line waiting to get inside. Prostitutes roamed freely looking for men to buy them a ticket to get inside, offering themselves as payment, which made Heero grunt and roll his eyes before thinking. Duo caught his gesture, and laughed.

'See I knew there was a teenage boy in there somewhere,' Duo thought, refraining from saying it old loud, or he might make Heero retreat further back into his shell. It wasn't a matter of low self-esteem, but Heero's training taught him that emotions were useless detractions, and Duo planned to prove him wrong, one way or another.

"Lets get in line before to many people get in line before us," he said, again grabbing Heero's upper arm, and pulling him towards the line. After standing inline, Duo went into rambling about all the times that he went clubbing and what a good time he had always had, hoping to get Heero to try to relax, and maybe have fun. Duo had always wanted to see Heero really smile. But he really wanted to hear him laugh more then anything, even before he realized that he liked Heero more than just a fellow pilot. About 30 minutes, and few blow-offs of prostitutes later, they were finally admitted into "Akuma's Hideaway". Upon walking into the building, Duo's eyes were momentarily blinded by the purple and blue, and neon green strobe lights. The place was packed, but not enough to make it unbearable. Looking around, he took in the dance floor, and had black hardware flooring, and the eating section, with the dark lavender booths, and cherry wooded tabletops. A bar was stationed next to the eating section, and the DJ was located in the back center wall, with people dancing to the beat of the rhythm.

"Wowwie!" Duo exclaimed, and latched on to Heero's arm once again, and pulled him towards two empty seats at the bar, which matched the eating area, "Two beers please"

"No," Heero stated firmly.

"Ignore him," Duo said to the bartender, "I know you don't like alcohol, but just relax and have fun Heero. Please! I mean, it would take a lot of these mugs to make you drunk." Duo added the last part, lifting up the mug and was placed in front of him, and taking a swig of its contents, "Yummy."

"Hn," Heero said, and eyed the mug for a few seconds, then lifting it and taking a small drink of the foamy liquid. By the way Heero's eyes showed a small amount of dislike, Duo guessed that Heero didn't drink much, and probably wasn't used to the burning sensations that came with drinking this amount of alcohol.

"You wanna go out there and dance?" Duo asked, gesturing out towards the packed dance floor.

"No, you go and have fun," Heero answered.

"Okay, soot yourself," he said before walking to the dance floor, and pushing through the mob, then letting himself frown slightly. He was hoping that Heero would maybe join him, but he shouldn't have expected much from the normally withdrawn boy. Finding the beat to the music, Duo closed his eyes, letting his body let loose, and blending into the crowd. Unbeknownst of the look of lust that fluttered through Heero's Prussian orbs, that soon turns to anger mixed with jealousy at the scene before them. Unknown to Duo, who was so involved with dancing, a boy that looked a few years older than him, came up behind his lithe form, and wrapped him arms around Duo's thin waist.

Surprised, Duo tensed, then feeling the body behind him press against him to get him dancing, he made himself relax, and began to move to the music yet again; his body molding with the other's. Duo kind-of figured that the person behind him was a man; fore he felt something hard poke him just above his butt. And feeling frisky, he turned around and wrapped his hands around the older man's neck, and leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

"Is it just me, or are we happy to see me?" he said, his voice going down an octave, making him sound husky.

"What do you think?" the man replied.

"What's your name?"

"Mark"

"…" Duo didn't answer automatically because he didn't know what to do. Should he tell him his real name, or make up one, what was it to be? Duo finally decided to tell him his name was in fact Duo, and pushed all his worries into the back of his head.

As they continued dancing, Duo look around and spotted Heero still sitting at the bar watching him, glaring at him. Or was he glaring at Mark? Was Heero jealous? Before Duo could ponder more, someone with a strong will to die, entered the scene. A girl, with deep auburn hair that hung a few inches past her shoulder, walked up to the so called "perfect soldier" and began what it seemed like, trying to start a conversation. This caused feeling inside Duo to stir.

He was getting peeved. Or to put it more correctly, he was the one getting jealous now.

TBC…

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