Duo sat combing the tangles out of the long mass of chestnut hair before rebraiding it.
"Hey, Heero, wanna go out tonight?"
Not even looking up from his laptop, he replied, "Hn."
Duo finished braiding his hair, stood up, and put on tight black jeans and a matching black shirt. He walked across the room and out the door, which he slammed behind him. Fine, then. If you're going to be unresponsive, fuck you.
Taking what you want or stealing what you need
Looking all around or finding in between
The room was full of dancing bodies and loud beats. Duo went to the bar, bought himself a screwdriver- "Better make it a double"- and sat at the bar, searching for someone... anyone.
He saw the perfect candidate enter the room, downed the remaining third of his drink, and made his way toward the tall blond man who was his target. He was a senior at the school he attended, and they'd been in a few courses together, which was odd, as sophomores didn't normally have classes with seniors.
The less that I can see the more that you control
I want to feel the warmth but all I feel is cold.
He made certain the man didn't see him walking toward him. The boy could move unnoticed when he wanted to.
When he reached his target, he placed a hand on his shoulder.
The blond man turned, startled. "Duo Maxwell?" His eyes questioned the boy's motive. He took in the boy's figure, dressed all in tight black.
"Hi, Zechs. Wanna dance?" He extended a hand. The other man took it.
On the dance floor, the two men caused a stir, as they danced together, sometimes close, sometimes far, long hair flowing in time to their movement.
Duo moved close to Zechs and took him by the waist. "Wanna get out of here?" he asked, caressing the man's back and lightly biting his neck.
Zechs moaned his assent.
"We can't go back to my place. I've got a roommate. Will yours be okay?"
"Yes." The blond took him by the hand and led him back to his apartment.
Duo stared in astonishment. Wow, this place is nice! Beats living in a dorm any day. "This is a nice place you've got," he murmured.
Zechs smiled. "I like it." The tall man led the braided boy to his couch, where he leaned onto him, kissing the boy's neck.
"Mmmm." He ran his hands up and down the older man's back, under his shirt, lightly scratching him with his fingernails. He could feel the other man's desire to have him. He slid the shirt over the blond mane, tossing it to the floor. His mouth sought out the nipples, sucking, then biting.
The blond man didn't think he could stand it anymore. He pulled the boy's shirt off and unbuttoned his pants.
No one can resist my charms, thought the young boy, who returned the favor by removing his conquest's own pants, and allowing him to find release.
My eyes aren't letting me see. I want them to.
You know you're making me bleed. I want you to.
Why won't you listen to me? I want you to.
Look what it's doing to me. I know that
I push you and you fall.
I'm shaking and I want it all.
Duo returned to the room he shared with Heero just early enough to take a shower before class.
"Where were you last night?" his roommate asked.
"I didn't know you cared. And besides, it's none of your business."
Heero looked up from his laptop. "Don't do it again."
"Why not? Why do you, Mr Laptop, care what I do?" He grabbed his towel and soap. "Now, I need to go shower so I don't miss breakfast."
Before he could walk out the door, Heero grabbed him and kissed him firmly. "You're mine."
Seething, Duo went to shower. I can't believe this guy. First, he says he's gonna kill me, then he acts like he likes me, then I try to get him to go out, he blows me off, and now he says I'm his? What the fuck? He washed the hair that had been such a turn-on for Zechs the night before. I'm better off not dwelling on Heero too much.
I will use you. I will make you.
I will give and take and break you.
That night, he met Zechs at the club again. He felt guilt at what he was doing - using Zechs to get at Heero. He hadn't realized he might fall for the guy.
"Duo." The blond smiled, drawing the boy in question closer. "I'm so glad you made it."
The boy blushed. "You want something to drink?"
"No, that's all right." He extended his hand. "Let's dance."
Am I like you, falling in, too?
I don't know who I've turned into now.
They danced, their bodies moving in erotic rhythm to the music. Zechs pulled Duo closer, running his fingers into the mass of braided hair. "Come home with me. Please."
Duo looked up into his eyes. He sincerely wants to be with me. I don't know if I can go through with this... He smiled. "If you want." I never thought he'd fall for me. Am I falling for him?
They went to Zechs' apartment again. "Would you like something to eat or drink?"
"Oh, um... Sure. Whatever you've got."
Zechs went into his kitchen for a few minutes. He brought out a plate with fruit and a weird-looking brown lump. He took a bottle of brown liquid from his liquor cabinet, two glasses, and a bottle of soda. "Rum and coke?"
"Sure," Duo answered, pondering the strange brown stuff on the plate. "Um, what's this brown stuff?"
"Ah, gjetost.[1] It's a cheese. Put it on the grapes. Or the apples. It's rather good."
He looked at it skeptically. Eh, why not try it? Might even be good. He took a small piece of cheese and a grape and put them in his mouth. He blinked. Weird. It's kinda good. He took a few more.
Zechs smiled as he handed him the rum and coke. "I'm glad you like it," he said, sitting next to the boy and taking some cheese and fruit for himself. "I enjoy your company. This is only the second time we've spoken, but I feel myself being drawn to you."
The boy blinked. He's falling for me. Shit. I can't lie to him. He blushed and looked away from the bright blue eyes he felt burning into his soul. "Zechs, I... I came onto you yesterday to get at Heero. I had no idea you'd..." he paused. "I had no idea I'd be actually interested in you. I was sick of Heero being withdrawn and not showing affection. So I went out last night looking to pick someone up. I'm sorry."
The blond man put an arm around him. "Sorry for what? For getting fed up with an unresponsive lover and seeking one who would respond?" Duo looked at him. "Yes, I'd heard rumors that you and he were together. Last night I wasn't looking for more than a night with an attractive young man. This morning, when I woke up next to you, I felt I wanted more." His eyes, ice blue, reflected no small amount of pain.
Duo felt his heart sink to his feet. "Zechs... I swear I never intended to hurt you. Last night we both wanted to have fun." He bowed his head. "I think I'd like to see more of you. I mean, if you don't hate me. It was... nice waking up next to you. I mean, Heero never slept in my bed or let me sleep in his. He'd never acknowledge me most of the time. Just when he wanted to." He waited a few seconds for an answer, and when none came he lifted his head and turned to look at the blond man sitting next to him. He saw something he hadn't expected. "You're crying? What's wrong? Should I leave?"
He shook his head. "No, stay." He held the boy closer. "I don't hate you. It doesn't matter what your original intentions were. You seem to want more than that now." He wiped his eyes. "Thank you for being honest." He took a long drink. "Stay here tonight. Please."
His blue-violet eyes met the ice blue ones, and they locked in a gaze of longing, desire, and dreams that was only broken when their desire took hold of them.
If I fell into a hole would anything care?
I spit out all the anger, I sucked in the despair.
I swallow what you give, it cuts me at the seam
Catch everything that spills and fill it up with me
Duo ran into the dorm room he shared with Heero with just enough time to change into his uniform and grab his books before running to class. He took his seat, realizing that Heero was giving him the death glare.
Quatre and Trowa caught him before lunch. "Mind if we eat with you?"
"No problem. Doesn't look like Heero much wants to speak to me now."
Sitting at a table, the three boys ate the substance the cafeteria workers called food.
"We missed you last night at dinner. Where were you?" Quatre asked.
"I went out. To a club, if you must know."
"Heero looks upset. Are you two fighting?"
"Maybe. I don't care. I invited him to go out with me the other night, and he ignored me. I went out anyway." He decided not to tell them about Zechs. At least not yet.
"Heero said you haven't slept in your room the last two nights."
"So? Maybe I found someplace better to sleep. With someone friendly."
I don't know who I've turned into now.
My eyes aren't letting me see.
You know you're making me bleed.
Why won't you listen to me?
Look what it's doing to me - I know that
"Heero's unresponsiveness is driving me crazy," Duo said. "He never speaks. He just sits there at his damned laptop, typing. Sure, sometimes when he feels like it he'll talk to me. And do other things. But he's so annoyingly quiet."
Quatre and Trowa nodded. Then the bell rang, telling them to return to class.
After class, Duo went to the small room he kept his belongings in, where he found Heero waiting for him.
"Where have you been the last two nights?"
"None of your business."
Heero angrily grabbed Duo. "You are being irresponsible. You have school, homework. I'm sick of covering for your absence at curfew."
"Why do you care? It's not like you give a shit about me. You sit there typing on your god damned laptop. I try to be your friend. You don't want my friendship. At least you don't act like it." He broke free of Heero's grasp. "And you treat me like a lover sometimes. I'm not putting up with it, not one minute longer." He gathered his books and a few changes of clothes. "I'm finding a new roommate."
I will give in, descend again
I will take in herein again
I will use you, I will make you
I will give and take and break you
Am I like you, falling in too?
I don't know who I've turned into now.
Am I like you?
I don't who I've turned into now.
He walked to the apartment where Zechs Marquise lived and rang the doorbell.
"Duo? Is something wrong?"
The boy collapsed into the blond man's arms, sobbing, whether from rage or from sadness he didn't know.
[Author's note: Gjetost (yay-toast) is a type of goat cheese from Norway (I think). It's brown and sort of sweet, kind of caramely. It's great on fruit.]