Secrets Untold

By: Cryn

Disclaimer: Hnn... not mine...

DuoxSolo this chapter, getting a little carried away. - Insert random plot twist!

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There are more secrets than just one...
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"Who do you need killed?" Solo asked seriously.

Duo's face remained cold. "No one Solo, I just need two tickets to L3 as soon as possible."

"You don't have the money to pay for it?"

"I'm trying to remain anonymous Solo, I've got people following a friend and I."

"I see..." Solo nudged Duo in the ribs. "You sure you don't want me to knock them off?"

"No, just the tickets."

"Alright Duo, but you know I'd see them dead before they touched you again." Solo brushed Duo's bangs aside and he gazed into the violet gems, ignoring the purpled bruise.

"I know Solo, I know." Duo gave him a sympathetic smile.

"How soon on the tickets?" He asked as Duo broke the gaze.

"As soon as you can muster them." Duo replied honestly.

"Come back tomorrow morning, I should be able to figure something out by then." Solo smiled, "You owe me D."

Solo trailed a finger up Duo's chest to his lips.

"...And what do you want Solo?" Duo's wry smile hinted at his current mood; he hadn't danced in months...

Solo easily lead him out to the dance floor and the song quickly changed to something faster and heavier. Solo started to move seductively and gracefully in front of Duo and he obliged by moving with the high paced music as well. The lights flashed and the floor pounded with the strong bass and the hundred people dancing. Conversions was just as intense as Duo had remembered and he remembered why he loved the club with all his heart. Solo ground into him and a smile graced Duo's lips as he placed his hands on Solo's hips. Together they danced for a few songs, things getting a bit heavier between the two. Duo's hands were all over the place, Solo's hair, his hands, and under the silken shirt tracing the rippling muscles of his chest and back. Solo had run his hands up Duo's shirt and pulled him as close as possible, the bulge in his pants matching Duo's arousal; he had to keep himself grounded so he didn't have an uncomfortable problem later that night. As songs changed, so did their actions. Fast paces granted heavy contact, rough gestures and racing hearts, slower paced granted a well-needed rest, but more sensual and gentle interaction.

By now more than one person was watching, in fact, half the club had their eyes glued on the owner and the ex co-owner dancing seductively with each other. Men and women alike loved and wanted to have Solo, but for some reason he only melted for this braided man who came in every once and a while. They watched on, some while dancing, others just gawking at the pair.

Solo brushed a gentle kiss over the nape of Duo's neck and smiled as Duo moaned and moved, if possible, closer. Duo ran his hands through Solo's soft hair and brought his lips to his own for a moment before breaking away and looking at him. The song ended and Duo stopped dancing to hold Solo close.

"I'm so close to being clean, Duo." Solo whispered lightly near his ear. "I don't need much, if any of it, to stay happy... I kept my promise."

"As have I, Solo." Duo smiled and kissed the other man's forehead, letting him go.

"Duo..." Solo spoke softly and started for the far side of the room with Duo.

They stopped and Solo hugged his braided love. "Come back and see me sometime please? I would really enjoy another dance. Who knows... maybe we could hang up old conflicts and try things again?"

"I will Solo, but right now, I need to get my friend out of here." Duo sighed, knowing he was leaving a good thing behind again, just like every other time he left Solo and his club. "I'll be back tomorrow morning."

Duo left and didn't look back at Solo in fear of seeing his friend's hurt. He reached the door where Felix was sitting, still playing bouncer.

"See ya bro, come back and see ya 'ole Felix agin eh?" He sounded mad, but then again, he always sounded mad.

"I will."

Duo hated going to see Solo, because every time he went he fell in love all over again...

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Quatre had been getting worried; it was nearly one before Duo returned home. Memories of Trowa returning drunk flashed before his eyes and he cowered at the thought. Duo noticed his tension and looked at him puzzled as he set his jacket on one of the wool covered chairs Hilde had decorated the basement with.

"You alright Quatre?" Concern graced the exhausted American's face.

Quatre's fear disappeared when Duo seemed sober and just tired. He reeked of smoke though, Quatre guessed from a bar.

"Everything go alright?" He asked.

"Yeah..." Duo replied distantly, "Everything went very well actually... really well..."

Quatre's concern or worry didn't waiver as Duo responded, but he smiled anyway and clicked off the TV. Yawning, he stretched out on the couch, leaving enough room for Duo to lay down next to him. Duo however, sat on the floor cross-legged to look at the blonde lying on the couch. Quatre let another faint smile grace his lips; eyes sparkling even in the darkness of the room. His breathing evened out as Quatre shut his eyes, Duo knew he was asleep.

Standing, he paced quietly around the room. His arm itched and he pulled up his sleeve to scratch when he noticed the old scars. Faint strips of white and pink at all angles, though most noticeable was a name. He had kept his promise to never cut himself again, Solo's name always reminding him, nagging his conscience if he ever even thought about it. Duo had also promised Solo that if he ever thought about hurting himself again, he would find Solo and get help. Right now, he was thinking...

Tears in his eyes, he drug the silver over Solo's name, producing the crimson hurt that ached to break free for the past four years.

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Duo knocked on the door of a lavish town house apartment on the top floor of a high rise apartment building. He had once lived here with the club owner and knew well enough to wait outside the door before entering. Solo's face popped into view on the small video screen, he was waving cheerily. They had been two peas in a pod; both energetic and bouncy, even at seven in the morning after a hard night's dancing in the club they both seemed to find energy to move; Solo hadn't changed a bit.

"Duo, I have the tickets for you right here." Solo smiled as he opened the door to let the other man in.

Solo had changed his décor quite a bit in the past years. Instead of the old bargain couches they started out with to save money, he had upgraded severely. Pristine white walls were covered in modern art paintings. His furniture was black leather, putting contrast into the white room, with end tables of white and black marble that held strangely designed lamps in a couple different colors. The pillows stood out on the black leather, they were yellow, neon green and orange and Duo noticed they matched the lamps in color.

The living room itself was spacious, connecting into the kitchen and laundry room on the left, a spiral stairway to the right lead to the loft in which Solo probably slept. Another room near the stairway had to be the old study that Duo fondly remembered. He loved that room, spending hours at a time reading books or writing random snippets of stories. Given the chance, he would have slept in there, but he was given the chance and almost died in there...

Pushing the thoughts from his mind, he smiled at Solo. "Good business last night?"

Solo sighed, "I left after you did, I wasn't in the mood to stay and I had to get your tickets."

Duo's face fell and he slipped his shoes off on the doormat with a sigh. "Mind if I sit?"

Solo frowned at the tired complexion haunting Duo's face; "Go right ahead."

A tense confusion filled the room; Solo wondered why Duo was staying any longer than he had to. Ever since the separation nearly five years ago, Duo never stayed for more than a few moments before jetting back to where he had come from. Sitting down next to the braided man, he looked into his troubled violet eyes.

"Duo... you look pale?" Solo's eyes wandered to his arms instinctively.

"Solo..." Duo trailed off and his eyes welled with tears, "I... I couldn't do it."

Duo bought his hands before his face, staring horrified at the dried crimson streaks that traced like ribbons over his palms and down his fingertips.

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A/N:

(1) ...Yeah... sneaks away...

(3) It is just as long, just not so much dialogue. :)

(4) As always, Please Read and Review. -.-