Okies. I just went to Otafest and it was amazing. I was Duo Maxwell, and gave out lots of hugs lol. I had Elk from .Hack, Ami Rose from Sonic, Heero Yuy from Gundam Wing and a porn star from some Hentai show. As well as a Trowa from Gundam Wing, but she found another Duo, and decided to cosplay with her. There were so many cool people there, and I got two caricatures done of me as Duo. I even go a sexy poster of Ayame and Hatori from Furuba! Gundam Wing pins of Duo, Heero and Wufei, my favourite threesome as well! So, if anyone got pictures of me, tell me! I want to see them! I know lots of people took pictures of me. Well, on with the ficcy!

Chapter 12

Bikky open his eyes slowly. It was habit after many weeks of waking up beside Duet. He thought back to the time he'd confessed his feelings for the other boy and counted his blessings everyday. They'd woken up the morning after at about the same time, and before anything could be said, Dee walked into the room. He'd laughed at them for being stupid and left to go to work. So about three months later, they were a couple, having worked out the kinks that day.

He softly caressed the side of Duet's face and watched the red eyes slowly open. The eyes crinkled in the corners and came closer to his own. As they did so, they closed and he felt soft lips touching his.

Their morning ritual consisted of sex, shower and breakfast, not always in that order. Having been tested negative for sexually transmitted infections, they decided that they could risk a sexual relationship. And so they did, every day.

They were even open about it in school, not wanting to hide what they'd worked so hard to achieve.

"Morning lover." Duet murmured as he rolled on top of Bikky. He stroked his lover's chest softly, caressing slowly downwards and touching his forehead to Bikky's. "What do you have planned for today?"

"Well, the usual. What else do we do?" Bikky raised an eyebrow and brought Duet's face down to his own for another kiss. Once they'd come up for air Bikky arched upwards to grind his hips with Duet's, already feeling his eagerness.

"Bikky…" Duet moaned, his own echoed by said boy. He nuzzled Bikky's neck and traced one of his previous love bites with his tongue, eliciting another moan.

"Fuck…" Bikky grunted and rolled Duet underneath him.

With them, it was a constant clash of wills. With Duet having supernatural powers, and Bikky having supernatural stubbornness, they made an unlikely couple, but a good one none the less.

"Fine then." Duet growled as he sunk his teeth carefully into Bikky's neck. "You be top, but I get blood."

Bikky couldn't complain.

"So, if we divide on one side of the equation, we have to what, on the other side?" The math teacher droned on.

Duet raised his hand and was called on immediately.

"You divide sir. The answer is –3." He put his hand underneath his chin in a fist, trying not to look as bored as he really was.

"That's right! Very good! Can you explain how you came to that answer Mr. McLean?" The teacher smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Well, the number on one side was negative, and since you cannot have a negative variable, you need to divide it by a negative one. Therefore the positive number on the other side becomes a negative due to the positive times negative rule." Duet sighed. He'd been able to do this since he was fairly young, and was pretty ticked that he hadn't made it into the higher level of math. He was right smack dab in the middle, and because of his gracious help, Bikky was also passing the course.

"Very good. I'm sure you've got the grasp of this concept, as for everyone else, do page 361 in your text, numbers 5-22."

The entire class groaned and Duet just smiled. He'd avoided homework once again, leaving him more free time for his job and for helping Bikky with his homework. He sidled up to Bikky's desk and sat himself primly on the table, effectively blocking the blonde from his homework.

"I can help you with that tonight." He purred and smiled catlike when he saw Bikky's eyes glaze over. "Hurry up, I brought my lock picks. If we go now, we can make the janitor's closet without being noticed."

Bikky didn't even respond before dragging his boyfriend in the direction of the door.

Stanley Marlow was a good teacher. He was currently in between jobs, and working as a substitute teacher. He had left his current class to get some photocopying done for another teacher who was occupied with marking up to her ears. He knew he was a Good Samaritan and wanted to be recommended to come back and work as a regular teacher. He clasped the papers in his hands tightly when he heard noises coming from a closet on his left. He could hear moaning, a few gasps and giggles. He grasped the doorknob and turned it, trying to yank the door open. The knob had turned for a split second before it was stopped as though it were solid iron.

"Who's in there?" He growled, hoping he could catch a few students doing some illicit public acts, maybe that would get him a job.

Bikky looked panicked and he stared at Duet's grip on the door handle. He was grasping the thing so hard that his fingers were denting the metal. The black haired boy pointed up at the vents and Bikky nodded. He climbed up carefully and pulled the grate up after himself. Duet sniggered quietly before answering the teacher.

"My name's Monty Mac sir. It seems the lock is stuck…"

He heard a sputtering on the other side while the teacher tried to jerk the handle.

"What are you doing in there?" The teacher asked.

"My friend and I spilled water in the cafeteria… I volunteered to go grab a mop. When I got in, some one must have closed the door on me. Do you think you could get the janitor for me?" He heard the footsteps running away from the door and counted them. Judging from the sound between the steps and the length of the hall, he'd guessed that he was already around the corner. So he opened the door and locked it, running to the air vent that he knew Bikky was going to come from.

Just as he reached it, Bikky jumped out. Or rather, he fell out, but was caught by Duet.

"With the mood effectively ruined, lets get back to class before anyone's the wiser." Bikky casually flipped his boyfriend's hair out of his face and they walked hand in hand back to class, laughing over the fate of yet another substitute teacher.

Stanley Marlow watched the two students holding hands walk away. He filed away their appearances for later use.

"So, how was your day guys?" Ryo smiled as they all sat down to eat. Duet hadn't cooked that night and didn't wait for everyone else to eat. "I think you look rather perturbed."

"Damn rights Ryo!" Duet muttered, scowling. "We got interrupted in our private time by some random teacher. Apparently he reported us, even though he has no concrete evidence that we were even in the closet."

Ryo smirked and looked away with a sigh from the suggestive wiggling eyebrows of Dee. He smacked the dark haired man lightly and leaned foreword on his elbows.

"And you're actually admitting to this why?"

Duet batted his eyelashes and turned his head to look at the adults from the corner of his eyes. Bikky sputtered with insane laughter and felt off his chair with the help of Duet.

"Love, you're about as innocent as a convict." Bikky giggled and ducked the smack aimed at his head.

"I disagree." Dee nodded sagely.

"Thanks Dee…"

Dee cut him off. "A convict has been treated and released into society willingly by the institute. He's as innocent as an escaped convict."

Dee couldn't control his laughter at the mutinous look that was shot his way.

"Fine, see if I ever help you out again." Duet crossed his arms in a huff and glared at his plate.

Bikky didn't worry. He knew his lover would have forgotten about it by the time morning came.

Well… it is a bit longer than the others… its approximately 4 pages. Thanks guys for reviewing. I love you all. I'm off to bed now. Its almost 1 in the morning. Goodnight.

I'm editing this right now before posting and I forgot to add something. I have a suggestion for Ryo and Dee cosplayers. Either go naked with a 'Ryo' or 'Dee' sign covering the essentials with a cop hat on your head, or go in a sleeping bag together with cop hats. Thanks to my friend Bergy who mentioned this.