This came out a lot stupider than I'd hoped...::nervous giggle::
C&C hoped for, begged for, MSTs are cool too...
"AND DON'T COME BACK!" he screamed, slamming the door in Heero's face. The Japanese boy blinked several times, then shrugged. Slinging his backpack over one shoulder, he started for the Director of Studies' office. Apparently, he needed a course change...
He knocked twice on the door, then peered in. "Lady Une?!?" She swiveled around in her chair, one eyebrow arched delicately. "Are you the Director of Studies?"
"I am. My name is *Ann*. You are...?" She motioned with one long arm for him to sit down across the desk from her. Ann wore a white cotton blouse and a knee-length gray skirt, completing the matronly no-nonsense career woman look. Yet her eyes sparkled with intelligence and wit; a slight smile curved over her lips as Heero held out his hand. They shook hands firmly, testing their opponent's--no, not anymore--strength.
"Heero. Heero Yuy." They both studied the other carefully, noting changes in appearance and in spirit. To her surprise, Heero slouched into his chair, abandoning the soldier facade with glee. "I've had a problem with Professor Teah and...I need to change my schedule..." She smiled. "Would that problem include you getting thrown out of his class? He does that a lot to bright students. Feels threatened, I suppose." Swiveling again to her computer, she called up Heero's schedule and hmmmed for a few moments. "You could move into Milliardo's class. He's also an AP Calculus teacher."
"That would be fine." He peered at the screen closely. "What class do I have to move, then?"
"English 9," Ann replied, eyes never leaving her computer. Her thin fingers danced over the keys; as far as Heero could tell, she hadn't made a single mistake yet. "A or D, take your pick. Me, I'd take D; sleep-ins are nice." Heero considered.
"Okay. D it is." Ann smirked as she deleted Heero's name from Professor Teah's roster and added him to Milliardo's class. "You're all set; just wait a moment for the printer to warm up. Damn thing's too old." Heero eyed it critically.
"I could get you a new one," he offered. She looked sharply at him, then laughed.
"Don't break any school rules, Heero. I will have to report you even if I don't want to." She pressed his schedule into his hand, smiling genially. "Have a nice day, young man." Heero looked at her strangely.
"You too," he said at last, then left, still looking puzzled.
"That's awesome!" Duo sighed as Heero recounted his tale of his visit to Lady Une's office. They didn't have any classes together, and so made a point of meeting for lunch. "You're in my math class!" Heero choked on his macaroni and cheese; several passing students stopped and stared.
"You're in AP Calc?" he asked dubiously, imagining Duo with a pocket protector and highwaters. No. Wasn't happening for him. Besides, most freshmen were in Geometry or Algebra 1. Duo nodded excitedly.
"So's Quatre. Wufei and Trowa are in Pre-cal Honors; they say it's boring. But that's really cool! So now we're in a class together! The teacher's really cool too..." Feeling glomp waves emanating from Duo's body, Heero wisely moved one seat down the table.
Milliardo sighed as a hulking senior scratched his head, staring dazedly at the whiteboard. "What do *you* think the answer is?" he asked Jon. He paused, scratched his head again, and shrugged. "That's okay," he said hastily. "Quatre?"
Quatre stopped drawing naughty XXX-rated pictures of Trowa and smiled sheepishly. "Aa...I don't know, sir. Sorry." Then he went back to drawing naughty XXX-rated pictures of Trowa.
"Duo?" The American always knew the answers... But when he looked around the room for the braided loudmouth, he couldn't find him. "Has anyone seen Duo today?"
Quatre nodded. "He was in my English class today. Maybe he's sick." The blonde man sighed. "He's never cut anything before...enjoys torturing us too much, I think."
At that moment, the door burst open, slamming against the wall and then closing again. Everyone caught a glimpse of a familiar braid and another figure, less familiar. This time when the door opened, Duo and Heero stood in the doorway, holding their books under their jackets.
"It started to rain," Duo explained, wringing the water out of his braid. "We got caught up in it."
"I'll bet," Quatre muttered under his breath, ignoring the dirty looks Duo was sending him. The teacher cleared his throat, hiding a smile behind his hand.
"Oh, and this is Heero!" He thrust the slender boy in front of him, pinning his arms to his sides. "Everyone say hi to Heero."
"Hi Heero!" the class chanted, including the teacher.
"Milliardo? Hey, you okay?" Duo asked, putting a hand on his forehead in mock concern. The blonde man felt his face growing hot as Heero's eyes bored into him. "You're a little warm. Maybe you better cancel class," he suggested teasingly.
"I believe--" He paused, trying to regain his breath, but the boy was still watching him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the muscles beneath his tanned skin, the proud chin and brilliant blue eyes. Gorgeous. He couldn't believe he was reacting this way! Like a dog in heat or something. If Treize had still be alive, he would be laughing his ass off at his discomfort.
"I think that's a good idea, Duo," he said, and ran from the room to hide the bulge in the front of his pants.
The braided boy stared after him, bewildered. Then, "You heard the man! Class is cancelled!" He dragged Heero back outside for more puddle-jumping and maybe even a few kisses if he was *really* lucky.
He slumped onto the faculty couch, throwing one arm over his eyes. What had happened back there? Heero was just a student, a freshmen, and it was illegal for him to have thoughts about him like that... Besides, it was rather obvious to him that Duo had claimed him already. Which, truthfully, should have been a reassurance; no temptations that way, but instead it made him feel even worse that he was already feeling. What use was lusting after someone if they were already taken by someone else who was vivacious, very kawaii, and very much in love?
He liked his job, too, and had no intentions of leaving. He'd just have to learn to live with having the most beautiful thing on two legs (two very nice legs...) in his class.
Every. Single. Day. Except for Thursdays, that was their drop day, of course.
Milliardo threw himself back onto the couch and began to laugh. He laughed until tears leaked from his eyes and then got up and poured himself a cup of coffee. He had Pre-cal Honors next, with Treize's beloved dragon. Oh yes, life was just so funny.
"I didn't like the way he was looking at you, Hee-chan," Duo sighed, twirling his braid around one finger. "It wasn't just me! I swear, Quatre saw him too! He was going to eat you alive!"
Heero shook his head. "I thought Wufei was just kidding..." His voice trailed off mysteriously as he turned towards the window of their small room. Duo, who was perched on their bed on his knees, bounced off and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Wufei was right."
The American's jaw fell. "He saw it too?" he demanded, excited, eyes lighting up at the 'proof' of his...er...rightness.
"Yeah, he saw that you're a big braided baka!" Duo sighed. Some days he regretted encouraging his Hee-chan to have a sense of humor. "Milliardo was probably sick and you're probably making too much of it." Duo frowned, burying his face in the Japanese boy's hair, inhaling his scent deeply.
"You have to be careful, Hee-chan. You get jealous of all my friends, but I'm the one who has to sit by and watch while people undress you with their eyes." He found his lip curling into a snarl, even as he spoke. "You're mine. Mine!" To reiterate, he planted a soft kiss on Heero's neck, sending shivers down his back. His tongue traced tiny hearts over the soft skin, drawing a sharp intake of breath.
"D-U-O-S, that spells 'Duo's'. M-I-N-E, that spells 'mine'--" He spelled out the words with his thumb, grazing over his nipples as the letters trailed down his abdomen. Heero pulled away abruptly, pushing Duo easily to the bed, pinning him down by throwing his weight across his hips.
"B-R-A-I-D-E-D B-A-K-A, that spells 'braided baka'," Heero said, pushing aside the fabric of his shirt and tracing the letters with his tongue over Duo's hairless chest. "N-O-N-E, that's how much you're getting until you can stop with this whole jealousy business. I'll sleep in the other bed." Duo's eyes, glazed over with pleasure, suddenly refocused as he sat up, wide-eyed.
"Heero!" He scrambled after the spandex-clad boy, his voice both desperate and lusty, wringing his wrists. "Why are you acting like this?" Heero turned quickly, one finger up, about to say something. Duo paused in anticipation, and the Japanese boy began pacing the room again. "You're not going to let *Milliardo* keep us apart? That's insane! I thought we should be honest and share what we were thinking, if you keep it locked inside that's how problem start, or at least that's what Dr. Laura said--"
"Duo..." The word was so wistful, not yelled as the American would have expected, but almost a whisper. Heero reached out and plucked Duo's hands from his lap, caressing the palms with the very tips of his thumbs.
"You don't trust me?" His lover sank onto the bed, Prussian eyes sliding shut. "You said that you trusted me, Duo. With your life, even. So why can't you trust that I'll stay out of the pants of the other students? I don't care about them." He brought one, then both of his hands to his lips, kissing his fingers, suckling the long lengths gently.
"I trust you," Duo said simply. "I just get scared, you know?" He felt his shoulders tremble as the admission stuttered past his lips. "You don't show what you're feeling Heero, you're not like me. I don't know what you're thinking when you get that 'omae o korosu' look on your face, or when you call me a braided baka. I need the reassurance, I can't--" He stopped, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"You can't trust that I ca--love you, then. You don't know, after everything. Everything that we've done together, that I've given you. You wouldn't hurt me..." He seemed a bit unsure of himself. "You wouldn't."
There was an uncomfortable silence that neither wanted to break.
"This is going to sound lame, Hee-chan; but I need to do my homework." Heero nodded.
"Aa. I do too." They circled each other for a few moments, then broke away to their separate desks for the night.
Heero sighed as he heard soft snoring coming from Duo's direction. He pushed out his chair, and, stepping over various mangas and sneakers, moved behind Duo. His back rose and fell slowly, the golden brown braid wrapped around his neck like a noose. Heero leaned over and sighed as he saw his AP Calculus problems, most of them wrong, but not for a lack of trying. He'd replaced "6" with "9" several times, probably due to exhaustion. Sighing, he sat down on their bed and carefully lifted him up, turning down the covers. Duo murmured something about flying cows and hypotenuses, then drifted back to sleep as Heero tucked him in, pressing a light kiss to his forehead.
"Sleep well," he wished him, and turned back to his desk, sighing as he attempted to decipher the braided maniac's handwriting in his assignment book. He'd finished his homework hours ago, but had remained at his desk, thinking, drawing, wondering what Duo was thinking.
Left on his list, Duo had 20 AP Calc problems, some English reading (nothing Heero could do about that) and a one-page paper on Islam. Other than that, the American was pretty much set. Sighing, Heero sat down and got to work.
They were sharing.
Of all the bloody days to be sharing papers, Ms. Granger had to pick this one, the one day Duo had fallen asleep doing his homework. Heero had shaken him awake in the morning gently, then left before Duo could apologize. "...repercussions in the future for the Ayatollah," one of the know-it-all rich brats in his class, Eric DuCroix, finished smugly. <Ha,> Duo thought bitterly, <bet he got his daddy to write that one.>
"Would anyone else like to share?" Her Zero-system-like targeting device hovered over a short plump boy, then zoomed in on Duo. "Mr. Maxwell!" Duo gulped loudly, slowly pushing himself to his feet. Behind him, he could hear Eric snickering and scowled. Making a great show of opening his notebook, he thought, <I could always say someone stole it. Yeah! Someone stole my World Religions paper...>
He choked as a neatly typed, perfectly formatted essay on the effects of the dethronement of the Shah of Iran on Islam appeared in the front of his blue notebook, as well as a small note written on a yellow paper:
You owe me.
Smiling, Duo began to read.
"Psst," Duo whispered, poking his silent lover. He ignored him, watching their English teacher as she waltzed around the room with her magic marker, drawing flowers and putting check marks on their poems as they wrote.
"Heero," said the American with a large smile. "That was really nice of you...! You didn't h--"
He turned and smiled back at Duo.
Duo shut up, content to bask in the warmth.
His good mood disappeared, however, as soon as they stepped into Milliardo's classroom. "Shit!" he swore loudly. The blonde man raised a single eyebrow at him, but said nothing. "I didn't do my homework, Milliardo."
"Yes you did, Duo," Heero replied, tugging on his jacket. He looked at him strangely, then grinned, winking. "You're so forgetful sometimes, KOI."
Duo choked on the eraser of his pencil. <Well, that'll teach me to go around chewing wood [1]...> "Hee-chan?" he asked before he could stop himself. He *felt*, rather than saw, Quatre's eyes suddenly go very wide. "What're you doing?" he snapped under his breath.
"You're getting your damn reassurance. You think I *want* forced celibacy?" His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the class. "Say anything to anyone," he threatened, "and I'll kill you all." Then Heero looked back at Duo significantly. He was busy turning red; after all, no one *else* could see where the Japanese boy's hand was.
Duo glomped his lover the minute they were outside of math class. "That was wonderful, Hee-chan!" he cooed. "Unfortunately, as a side effect, you've increased my libido several times over." He demonstrated his compounded agitation by pawing at his clothes, scaring away several meek freshmen.
"I'll play with you later..." Heero promised, pulling away after one quick kiss. Duo nodded, sauntering away as he felt Heero's eyes on his butt. Just to surprise him, he threw in a little wriggle of his hips as he turned the corner, laughing as he heard a loud curse.
"Duo? Could I have a word with you, please?" It was Milliardo. The American felt his eyes narrow before he quickly smoothed over his expression into one of dazed pleasantries. He nodded, frowning as his math teacher led him into the faculty lounge and shut the door behind them.
"What did you want to talk about, Milliardo?"
Instead of answering right away, he began to bite his thumbnail, forehead creased in concentration. The way the light was coming from the window left strange cross pattern shadows all over his body, hiding his arms but illuminating his hands.
"You...and Heero." Immediately, his hackles raised as coffins long buried rose to the surface. "Duo...I..." He turned away, hands clasped in front of his chest. "Heero reminds me of someone I knew a long time ago." Duo gave a little sigh of relief. "Are you involved?"
"We are." He frowned as Milliardo turned back around, eyes blazing. Duo took a brave step forward, and then another, until their faces were mere inches apart. "You wanna make something of it?" Duo had no doubt that he could wipe the floor with this guy. He looked soft, his palms unscarred. He was still calculating how fast he'd have to move to catch him unawares when something soft brushed against his lips.
Duo's eyes nearly popped out of his head as the platinum- blonde teacher kissed him. "M-Milliardo?" he croaked, swallowing hard as Milliardo showed no signs of stopping or slowing down. His tongue swiped delicately over his chapped lips, pleading for entrance, hands roaming beneath his black priest's shirt, rubbing against him in a very delicious, and very naughty way.
<I'm with Heero, I'm with Heero...> Summoning all of his quickly waning strength, he shoved him away weakly, gasping, face flushed. "What are you doing?" he demanded.
"I--I don't know..." He ran a hand through his long hair, from the root to the very tip, making his hair shimmer in the light. Duo had a sudden insight on how it felt to be Heero; watching Milliardo preen made him want to sink his hands into that golden waterfall.
"You-you KISSED me!" Duo chortled, feeling the room swim in his vision. "I thought you had the hots for Heero!"
"Yeah, well, so much for the devoted lover image you've got running! I thought today's class--and Mr. Maxwell, that behavior was unacceptable and if it happens again I'll send you to the Headmaster-- clearly showed you were together!" He sounded almost perturbed, rather than annoyed. "You act like you're in love with him."
"It's 'cause I AM! And we had a big fight last night because he thought I was getting jealous but I wasn't!" Duo shot off the couch, half-laughing, half gasping. The surreality of the situation was really getting to him. "You do like Heero!"
"I never said that!" Milliardo declared, drawing his chin up.
"You meant it, though! Didn't you!" He laughed again, almost hysterically. "I knew this would happen. I *knew* it."
"So we both want Heero. I know that he's yours, Maxwell. Didn't you learn how to share in kindegarten?" The significance of his words hit Duo almost immediately. "Or do you not like to share?"
"I like to share." The American watched his face carefully, scrutinizing every twitch for a possible meaning, an inlet into the strange mind of Milliardo. "My momma taught me how to share. I don't think Heero would mind sharing either."
They looked at each other for one long moment, then lunged, meeting in the middle of the couch, fingers twisting coils of hair, mouths plundering and devouring. Duo shivered as his teacher's mouth made contact with one nipple, then moved away to kiss him deeply. His own erection, brought on by Heero's sudden attentiveness, sprang fully to life in his talented hands.
"We should get Heero in on this," the blonde man suggested even as he snapped th hairband that held Duo's braid.
"Aa...we should..." agreed the American before being swept away in a fog of blonde.
Heero smirked as he pushed the door to their room open. "Duo," he called softly, knowing the braided baka had a free period as the last class, "where are you?" Their room seemed...empty. He looked in the bathroom; no Duo. Under the beds? No Duo. In the closeAAHHHH!!
"AAAHHHH!" he yelled as Duo sprang naked from the closet, sending them both flying to the floor. In his shock, he barely noticed as the American succeeded in stripping him down to his boxers; those followed with the last of coherent thought.
Duo's mouth worked eagerly between his legs, flicking and drumming his hardened penis with his tongue, then moving on, releasing his erection and taking the soft round globes behind into his hands, caressing them lightly. Heero made a soft gasping noise, parting his legs wider, rubbing against Duo's arms.
Duo licked the first drops of seed from his head, tasting him. Not ready--it was too thin with the first veneer of arousal. He wanted to make it good, to make it a night Heero would always remember, for several reasons.
He flipped Heero over into his favorite position; Duo loved the feel of Heero arching into his chest, loved seeing him on his knees, so submissive to Duo's own wants and desires. He slid his tongue in between his perfectly rounded cheeks, and then inside him, making him wet.
"Love...?" Heero nodded yes before falling into a rhythm of panting and moaning, his entire body rocking forward as Duo pushed inside. Heero was wrapped around his penis like the softest satin, stroking and caressing the sides of his shaft as he shifted. Duo thrust once, twice, and then felt something snap as Heero thrust back against him.
They pounded each other into the ground, tzu, tzu, tzu, aaing and oh, oh, oh, ohmigoding until Heero suddenly came, the feel of Duo's hand rubbing against his erection a counterpoint to his movements deep inside him. Duo followed seconds later, falling on top of him in a sweaty heap. There was no beauty to their joining, only lust and desire and heat. Which was perfectly fine with both of them.
Duo smiled at the closet as he heard an uncomfortable groan. "I've got a surprise for you, Hee-chan," he said devilishly, laughing at the look on Heero's face as Milliardo emerged from the closet, bearing a velvet whip and handcuffs. "What's the matter?" he asked, flicking one nipple casually with his index finger. The Japanese boy tossed his head, squirming, trying to get away--
No good. "Duo," he swore, glaring at his grinning lover, "Milliardo...omae o korosu, both of you!"
"No," replied Duo without missing a beat, "no you won't."
"We'll make sure of that," added the blonde man as he stepped forward. Heero tugged at the metal cuffs desperately, to no avail. "Gundamium reinforced. Only the best for..."
"Our little Hee-chan," Duo finished. Then they both pounced.
The scream that tore from his throat rattled throughout the entire dorm.
"So, Hee-chan," Duo said enthusiastically, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, "be honest...did you like it?" Heero made a face, his hentai side and his soldier programming warring visibly.
"I won't kill you..." Milliardo breathed a loud, stage-sigh of relief.
"You get used to the death threats, then?" he asked Duo.
"Hai!" Duo chorused. "You pick up some other useful phrases too..." He let out a long string of colorful words that, while having no meaning whatsoever to Milliardo, apparently meant a good deal to Heero. He began to shake the handcuffs again, eyes as wide as the tea saucers Quatre hid under his bed, calling the dining hall dishes "inferior".
"You'll never get away, love. Might as well sit back and enjoy it..."
"K'so! MAXWELL!"
End Part Two
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