Author: Hiriyou
Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boys -cheering from characters of GW- SHUT THE FCK UP! -everyone but hiriyou sweatdrops-
Warnings: AU, lemony goodness, sap, language, OOC, relena-bashing, hilde- bashing, OC, masturbation, and angst, angst, angst!!
Pairings: 3x4x3, 1X2+1X1, 13X1, 13X6, 6X3
Hiriyou: Well, Wuffie, I'm glad you were able to get over all of this. :)
Wufei: -mumbles-
Hiriyou: -twitch- What was that?
Wufei: I said that it was a surprise I hadn't DIED in the amount of time it took you to get this out.
Hiriyou: -.-;;; Ano… Gomen, I got really, really sidetracked and whatnot.
Wufei: o.o Did you just… apologize?
Hiriyou: ... No.
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//thoughts//
Happiness is Made of Glass
The days wore on and the two lovers lived contentedly in their little makeshift palace. There was a balance in place between the workspace and the home; Heero was quite firmly set on the fact that as it was a professional office and he absolutely refused to give into Duo's antics, no matter how hard the American man tried to tease his lover into giving in to a little playtime during work. It took no time at all for Duo to learn to respect Heero's wishes and relaxed back into the comfortable air of his shared space with Trowa while Heero and Quatre discussed the larger corporate issues.
Slowly, Duo was incorporating more activity and liveliness into Heero's, quite bluntly, boring life. Heero, in turn, was trying to give Duo a bit more of a cultivating and enriching atmosphere than the clubs and Axel's Greases bar he enjoyed hanging out in. Tonight was one of Duo's nights for fun and he had decided to take Heero dancing this time. It wasn't as if Heero had never danced, it was just... Well, Heero had never danced. He was like a frozen fish when you got him in front of music and Duo knew that if he could get his lover out into a sweaty room packed with people that he could definitely make the Japanese man a little more laid back and loosened up.
"Heero! C'mon, hurry up!" Duo was getting impatient and so he swung into the bedroom with a flourish, only to find his lover blush lightly and tug at the bottom of shirt.
"Duo..." the voice was just a tad stronger than a squeak, "Are you sure this is what I should wear?" Violet eyes floated up and down the length of his body and the grin that came from them could have carved diamonds.
"Positive." He grabbed the reluctant hand and pulled the two of them through the door to Heero's car, Duo was going to drive tonight and Heero wanted a good seatbelt on his chest for events such as that.
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Watching the sleek black automobile pull away from the house, two women sat in another car, this time a deep royal blue-violet, and revved the engine. They pulled out of the parking lot three houses down and kept a leisurely pace behind the black car.
"Hilde, you'll have to watch their car when I go to a different street, don't want them to know we're following them after all." The woman in the passenger's seat nodded an affirmative. As the drive took them over the West Seattle Bridge and through downtown, she decided to go through fourth avenue instead of first like the tail of the men they were on.
"Okay, where are they?" she asked.
"They just turned onto Pike St.," said her German companion calmly.
"Good," Relena turned their own car onto Pike St., stopping only at the intersection for the red light and seeing their black car move lazily past. She turned and followed the happy couple up to a prominent night club, not totally ostentatious but prominent nonetheless. Relena had heard of it before, The O-Effect: they pumped pure oxygen into the dance floor to induce a heightened effect on the dancers. She smiled maliciously as she pulled up for a valet. "I told you that you would regret this, Heero Yuy."
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Duo grinned and pulled his lover out of the car to let the valet take it. Heero was a little dismayed about someone other than him or his lover driving it but Duo put his mind at rest. "It'll be all right, Hee-chan, they're closely monitored."
Inside The O-Effect everything seemed ethereal to Heero. People were grinding without care, everyone was dancing as a single group of people that was all at once so time so tight nobody looked able to dance without touching five body parts with five different people but loose enough that the minute you walked into it you were enveloped into the crazy synchronization it offered. His eyes widened a bit as it looked like Duo was still holding his hand and pulling him straight towards the pit of people who were high on the molecules radiating out of the vents above and on the sides of the dance floor.
"C'mon!" He laughed playfully and they entered into the writhing throng. Duo first, then he pulled Heero in after him and up to him so that he could dance against his boyfriend. It was an odd experience, because he knew he couldn't really be jealous of all the people touching and dancing against his partner, but at the same time felt an overwhelming urge to proclaim said partner as his and his alone, anyone who touched him would die. At just the right time, before his warring thoughts decided to jump in on it, that delectable ass, the ass that could have made the pope hot under the collar started grinding against his groin.
The effect of that was immediate and Duo knew it. //Got you... Now he's not going to want to leave.// He felt the hardened bulge in the tight leather pants he'd made Heero wear and groaned so that his lover could hear it.
//Oh dear god, if he keeps groaning like that I don't think I can wait until we get home...// His hands snaked along his boyfriend's torso; one caught the braid and wrapped it around his hand, the other gripped his lover's hips and slammed his own hips forward with enough force to nearly knock him forward. Duo responded by not so much standing up as rolling his entire body into a vertical position.
"Well, Heero," he whispered huskily into his ear while some other people pushed against them he bit into the side of bronzed neck that had allowed itself to peak out, "Are you trying to tell me something?" He grinned lecherously and allowed some other people to dance against them and push them together more. Neither of the men noticed another couple coming into the club, nor did they care; though they would have if they had seen who such people were.
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Her salmon pink dress accentuated her curves in quite a few of the wrong places. That little bit of pudge in her stomach shone like a beacon and the aquamarine eye shadow she'd put on to show off her eyes simply made the rest of the skin on her face appear too flushed. "Do you see them?"
The other woman was dressed in pants and a shirt, open so much at the neck that if she moved wrong you got a flash of her bra, a nonsensical lavendar thing with lacy frills on the edges. "Yes, I do," Hilde was disgusted with the man she thought she'd wanted to love her. He was an abhorration of decent humanity, grinding away and kissing another man! That's why you tried to kill him before, isn't it? creeped that little voice in her head.
//I didn't know about it then, Relena had to tell me about it.//
Somewhere in your mind you knew it and you just didn't want to admit to it.
//How the hell would you know what goes on in my mind?//
Duh, I live here. Hilde could feel something akin to a mental slap across her face and her eyes glinted with rage. Disgusting, homosexual behavior should never be tolerated. It was one thing to use someone of the same sex for just sexual pleasure, that was nothing and nothing was wrong with it; but what these two were doing... It was against human nature!
"Good, where are they?" The blonde head followed the pointing of the finger and spotted that uncouth slob of an imbecile kissing the gorgeous man she'd been after for so long only to be spurned time and time again. "Ready?" A nod, "Let's go."
They made their way down the steps of the club into the actual dance floor and after a short time of trying to migrate through the people the effects of the oxygen took their toll. Her body felt heavier, but she herself felt more energetic. People were almost in an daze and Relena thought that it was possible they laced the oxygen with another chemical, maybe one not so innocent?
Finally reaching the two, both of them were locked together and paid no attention to either Relena or Hilde. She looked thoughtfully at her partner, who looked back at her and nodded, they both reached for Duo (they had debated on this for a short while, but eventually Relena gave in, knewing they wouldn't hold a chance of taking Heero with them) and snagged his arms at the elbows.
Without giving him a chance for protest they dragged him as easily as they could through the people on the floor. It took longer than usual for the announcement to register in his mind//What the hell?!// but by that time Hilde had clamped a hand over his mouth and Heero was raging, trying to run to them. The people were closing around his lover and kidnappers like water, though, and he didn't want to just hurt people until he could get out of them. Eventually he broke down and just barrelled through the assembly, though they didn't notice too much, and tried to run after them. By this time, though, the two women had dragged the braided man through the doors and were getting into their car.
Heero was livid and nearly tore the hand off the valet who handed him his keys and he stormed into his car, ready to crash and burn should it be necessary in getting the love of his life back. Before he even had a chance to start up the ignition, however, his cell phone began to ring.
The number wasn't one he recognized, he flipped it open and said murderously, "What the hell do you want?" Giggling followed his words and his hands bit into the soft leather of the steering wheel.
"Well, well, now Heero, is that really any way to talk to the women who have your darling little boyfriend?" He tried to melt the plastic communicator with his eyes alone, the blathering woman continued. "Now, if you're ready to play nice we're ready to begin." Heero was sure he could hear a smile in the background of her voice. "The park at Pioneer Square, near the Underground tour on Yesler, be there in half an hour." Then, as maybe an afterthought, "Oh, and don't call this number again." She said nothing more and hung up the phone.
His mind was so focused on thoughts of those two bitches in heat with his poor helpless love he had no idea of what he could do. Did he have time to go to WEI? He was on fifth and Union at the moment, he had a half hour before he had to be nearly a mile from his office. Yes, he had time. His cobalt eyes blazed as he nearly tore all the rubber off of his car braking and jumped out with barely any time given to lock the doors. He bounded up the steps to his office, the elevator wouldn't be fast enough.
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It was very late and the only people around were mostly a few nightowls with paperwork that had to be completed for the next day; on his way stalking to his own office he passed by the hallway that led to the office Quatre had, he noticed that there was a light on. His mind broke away for a second. //Quatre's never here this late... not since he and Trowa got serious.// He approached the office of his best friend and heard grumblings of frustration, he opened the door and noticed the bedraggled Arabian going over some spreadsheets and nearly chewing the eraser off the rest of the pencil in his hand.
"Quatre," he said, the name falling on the floor like a lead weight. The light blue eyes swiveled up to meet dark cobalt eyes, surprised mouth in a little 'o.'
"Heero! I didn't know you'd--what's wrong?" he noticed the near-crazed look in his friend's eyes, set of his jaw and the clenched fists that had yet to break apart. He wasn't answering just yet, "Heero! What's wrong?!" the smaller man got up and came over to his friend. Heero broke slightly.
"They-they have him..." his voice cracked and he choked back a sob. Just after he'd saved his love from that rat bastard Treize he had to deal with this kind of shit. Quatre was puzzled.
"Who has whom?" he really couldn't understand vague sentences very well.
"Relena--" the man's eyes opened wide in fright, that woman was horrendous! "And Hilde," He didn't know who that was, but thought that it wasn't a good name anyway and didn't think to change his feelings, since she must have been in league with Relena. "They took Duo..."
"WHAT?!" Quatre was aghast, he pulled back from his supportive hand on Heero's shoulder and stood shell-shocked. "What do you mean, they 'took Duo?'"
"I mean that they came and grabbed him and made sure I couldn't follow them!" Heero screamed petulantly, "I want him back and I need him back, Quatre!" Heero sobbed quietly, "I can't deal with this sort of shit popping up so fucking often. Just after we'd thought that things were going to be okay and work out fine..." he trailed off, curled into the fetal position and did his best to stay strong. Happy endings were made of sand and it flowed through Time's hourglasses without a care to the people falling through it.
"It's all right, Heero," Quatre leaned down concerned and patted his shoulders, "We'll get Duo back and you can make sure they'll pay for this." His voice was very quiet and as Heero looked at him he saw a scary sobriety that the man had never seen before in his friend's face. This wasn't one of rage, it was one that bespoke only the truth.
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A/N: Honestly folks, I really AM sorry. I know, this literally took me years to do, because I gave up on fanfiction for a long while. Tama-Kit and I had a falling out and I lost my passion for fanfiction because of it. This doesn't mean I'm going to come back with a rampant vengeance, it just means I was able to actually WRITE something again. Hopefully though this will encourage me to write more. Let's see, shall we? - Until next time, then! 3