... It's Domestic! Boogie oogie oogie...

Title: Domestic
Author: Ileana A. (babygray)
Main Pairing: Duo/Heero
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine. This is pure jest.
Notes: This is a 26-part story, made up of noisefics/drabbles/whatever. It's not chronological, but don't worry too much about that. Reworked, but rough and un-beta'ed. Enjoy!
Warning: This part? Typotastic! (I think. I don't know. But, then again, weren't all the parts so far so?)

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--Veritas--

In vino veritas.

Heero was at the bar, getting them another round. He was leaning towards the bartender, half-shouting his order over the noise, his ass jutting out (provocatively?) towards them. The music in the tavern had a strong backbeat that had Heero's hips swaying from side to side, not too noticeably, but enough to make Duo's blood rush. God, for a chance to slide a finger down the crack of that ass...

"You keep staring, you're gonna burn a hole in those jeans," Odin said from out of the side of his mouth as he drank his beer.

Duo scowled at the man. "Why don't you go talk to that lady over there," he snapped coolly, pointing his nose to the middle-aged woman in the corner who has been knocking back one fruity rum drink after another all night. "She's been giving you the eye for hours."

"That's only because her glass eye is especially loose tonight," Odin replied easily.

Duo fumed as he drank what was left of his own beer, mentally tallying all the way he could kill Odin Lowe. Alcohol and a foul mood didn't mix well for Duo, and he was nearing the end of his patience with the older man.

He bit back all the angry, blunted words he wanted so badly to spew and allowed his eyes to wander back to Heero. The bartender was chatting him up, her hands busy as she popped bottle tops off and jammed lemon wedges in their place. Heero nodded at her words, saying a word or two in response, as he paid for the drinks and took the longnecks from her.

"And here is my salvation!" Odin cried out melodramatically as Heero placed one of the lemon-wedged imported beers on the table, right in front of his father. Eagerly, Odin pulled out the wedge and squeezed it over the mouth. "Although..." The juice dripped into the golden beer in weak, tangy drops as he looked up at his son. "I thought I asked for tequila."

"And have you crack another tooth on the pavement outside? Hn," Heero responded as he placed Duo's lemon-free domestic in front of him, his own beer still in his hand. He glanced at Duo, and Duo quickly tried changing his foul expression with something jovial and carefree. The way Heero's sharp eyes narrowed told him that he wasn't fast enough. "What's wrong?" he asked flatly, his voice low and lacking in inflection.

"Nothing, just thing that maybe we should get the tequila," Duo answered, a particularly nasty smile growing on his face at the idea.

"And maybe we shouldn't," Heero contradicted, his voice cool with warning. Without another word, he grabbed Duo's arm and pulled him none-too-gently up to his feet and led him towards a far-off corner of the tavern. Glass-eyed Jane watched them with her one good eye while Odin half-chuckled, half-muttered into his beer.

In the shadows of their own discreet corner, unfortunately by a large speaker, Duo had a sudden urge to follow up on that tiny fantasy he had while Heero was at the bar. The look on Heero's face, however, quelled that urge effectively.

"What's wrong?" he asked again, the tone more authoritative than before. Duo sighed and went straight for the point.

"Why is it that... everything I ask you out on a date, your father just happens to tag along?" he asked, exasperated. "I mean, I know you love your dad and all, but..."

"A date?" Heero asked, the hard, commanding look dissolving into something akin to surprise and confusion. "When?"

"When!?"

"You've never asked me out on a date, Duo," Heero answered matter-of-factly.

"What do you call that one time I invited you to go bowling?"

"Something you wanted to do as friends. I saw no harm in Father coming as well."

"And that trip to the Italian restaurant?"

"You said you wanted to go out to eat that night. You didn't tell me you didn't intend for Father to eat out with us as well."

"And the drive?"

"People usually don't just go 'driving', Duo."

"They do if they want some special time with their sweetheart."

"... I'm your sweetheart?"

"It's just seems that every time I try to take you out, the old man just shows up to chaperone the whole goddamn thing and it... really cramps my style." He ran his hands through his bangs.

"... I'm your sweetheart?"

"God what do I have to do? Actually say, 'Hey, Heero, I was wondering if you'll do me the honor of going on a date with me, and leave your father at home so that I may have a chance to have some of my wicked ways with you'-"

The black material covering the speaker was itchy through Duo's clothes, but he wasn't paying too much attention for Heero was pinning him against it and kissing him soundly enough to make him forget just what he was complaining about in the first place. His thigh was hot against Duo's, and Duo couldn't help but feel something hardening between them. Before Duo's finger could try out the crack of Heero's ass, much less become a bit more acquainted with the entire region, however, Heero pulled away.

"Duo..."

Duo, dazed, blinked a few times before Heero's face came back into focus. "Hm?"

Heero only shook his head, deciding against saying whatever it was that came to mind, a touch of a smile in the corner of his mouth. Duo, inspired, leaned forward a bit and kissed that smile generously, hoping to make it grow.