Title: Auction 2/?
Nana (VelvtWhipLasher@icqmail.com)
Heero stared dully into nothing particular, as he watched random rich people raise their number to get some ancient junk. The auction was coming to an end, but Quatre hadn't gotten anything.
"Quatre?" Heero called his name.
"Not yet, Heero, just wait a bit more, and you'll see it," Quatre replied. See what? Heero wondered. What was there to see? As far as he was concerned, there was nothing to see in antiques. Why were they spending so much money on a flower vase? That can't be worth more than a dollar. And yet, it was sold for a million dollar to a fat bald guy next to him.
"I can't believe it! Marie Antoinette used to use this vase!" he exclaimed. Double chins. They shook around as he talked. Disgusting. Then it was announced that the auction was over.
"Can we go now?" Heero asked impatiently.
"Not yet," Quatre smiled and sat still. What the heck? It was over wasn't it? People started to leave with their million dollar grand prize. What a waste. After about 3 hours, there were only about nine other people in the room left. What were they waiting for? Suddenly, a dark curly haired man appeared on the stage.
"Nine people. Not bad. I assume that you people were the richest among the other people from the auction. Well, welcome to the secret auction! We have four items. I'm sure you'll enjoy them. Let the bid begin!" As soon as he finished talking, a naked man walked out on the stage with a leather collar around his neck. He had green eyes with a bang covering one of them.
Heero stared at the stage. People started to scream out random prices. Heero turned to Quatre. He was smiling!
"Oh, Heero. There weren't any spark between us so I decided to get us both a nice mate. Take a look and if you find 'anything' you like, grab it."
Heero couldn't believe Quatre just said that. Before he could say anything, Quatre started to call out very high price for that uni-banged boy.
"What? I like him," he protested against Heero's what-the-hell-are-you-doing glare. Heero shrugged. He should have left. After about a minute, Quatre won the boy. A leash was attached to his collar and he was lead toward Quatre. Heero ignored him.
"What's your name?" Quatre asked with his "innocent" smile. Oh please. Heero knew Quatre was getting horny already.
"I don't have a name."
"Don't you have anything you want to be called?" Quatre asked again, more gently, as he ran his hand down the boy's back.
"Trowa Barton," he replied firmly. Trowa didn't move or even flinch when Quatre touched him. Funny, most people got excited right away.
"I like him! I like him a lot! Can we keep him?" Quatre beamed at Heero. Heero rolled his eyes. What a joke. Did Quatre actually think that his little crap was going to make him laugh?
"I'm leaving," Heero muttered and started to leave, ignoring other rich guys groping some whore's ass.
"Allah! Look at that one! Never saw any boy with such long hair!" Long hair? Heero quickly turned around. On the stage was Duo - formerly his Duo naked with his hair down on the bid.
"I would love to have him. He's hot. But I'm happy with my T-chan," Quatre smirked as he placed a kiss on top of Trowa's forehead. Quatre didn't get any response. "Heero, he's as bad as you!" Quatre exclaimed in amusement. Heero wasn't listening. The price was going high. Duo was going to be sold to some fat guy. No, he couldn't let that happen.
"Quatre, give me your check book," Heero ordered.
"What, you found someone you like?"
"Damn it, Quatre, this is important! Just give me the check book!"
"How much are you expecting?"
"I don't know, but I need to get him!"
"Oh, right," Quatre signed a check and handed it to him. Heero raised his eyebrows. "Trust me, they are not going to pay that much to get a night with a boy," Quatre assured Heero.
"That's not what I mean!"
"Don't worry about it, you don't have to pay me back. Now go," Quatre shoved Heero out of the seat. Everyone's attention turned to him.
"One.. one hundred million dollars," Heero stuttered. Some gasps were heard.
"Uh, one hundred million dollars! Any other taker? No? Sold!" and the boom. He walked up to get his prize, Duo. Their eyes didn't meet. No, they were staring at each other, but the light was missing from Duo. What happened to him? Where was the joy? Duo Maxwell was dead. Since when? Heero didn't know. Heero picked up non-resisting Duo and flung him over his shoulder and walked out of the auction.
Heero watched very silent Duo sitting on the bed. He wasn't naked anymore - instead, he had on a robe. So he bought Duo for one hundred million dollars. What's he supposed to do now? Duo wasn't saying anything, and he didn't seem to recognize him. Maybe Duo did know that it was Heero standing in front of him at the moment. Shouldn't he say something then? Even though it was years ago, they used to be a couple.
"Duo?" Heero slowly called his name out. "Duo, can you hear me?" he did not get any respond. "Listen, Duo, I don't know what you were doing at the auction, but I bought you for one hundred million dollars. I think I have some right to know what happened here," when he finished his sentence, Duo looked up but still didn't say anything. Heero sighed. "Right. You can talk when you want to. I'm going to take a shower," with that, Heero grabbed a robe and left. Duo continued to stare at the direction where Heero had left.
Hot water splashed on his skin. It felt good. He used to take shower with Quatre. Before that, he used to take it with Duo. From the way he saw it, there wasn't any chance of taking a shower with Duo at the moment. What made him so empty? What happened to him past three years? If only he knew.. Heero shook his head. If he knew what? It's not like Duo was going to stay with him. Duo had changed. Anyone could see that. But Heero couldn't help but hope - hope for what? Heero did not know. Who said that taking a shower gives you answers? Now he was more confused. Heero turned off the water and grabbed the tower. He dried off his body randomly as he put his robe on. Heero took a deep breath. It was time for him to go face Duo.
Heero opened the bathroom door and blinked in surprise. "Duo?" Duo stood in front of him, his eyes fixed on Heero's face.
"Duo, I thought, you were," Heero was cut off as Duo's lip was placed on his lips. His surprise was cut short for Duo pushed away right away. Heero could tell that Duo was trembling.
"Duo?" What was he doing? Duo bit his lip and stood still for a moment. "Duo!?" Heero gasped in surprise. Slowly, Duo was pulling the robe off. Soon, his shoulder was visible - then the whole thing slid off and pooled around his feet. Heero just gaped at Duo. What the hell was going on here? Duo's hands touched Heero's shoulder and gently pulled at the robe. Duo's gaze traveled back to his eyes and his lips were on Heero's again. Heero just blinked in shock.
"What are you doing, Duo?" Heero pushed Duo away from the kiss. "Put some clothes on, Duo, what happened to you?" Heero asked frantically as he picked up Duo's robe. Duo stood still while Heero put the robe on him. Heero grabbed both side of his shoulder.
"Duo, say something."
"You don't like me, master?" Duo asked, his expression not changing.
"Excuse me?" Heero sputtered. Master?
"You said so yourself, Master. You bought me for one hundred million dollars. Therefore, I am your slave, and you are my master, and it is my duty to please you," Duo replied as if everything was obvious.
"Duo.. What happen to you?" Heero asked. It hurt so much to see Duo like this.
"Nothing, Master."
"Please call me Heero."
"If it pleases you, then I will."
"What happened to you? You were never like this. Do you even remember me?" Heero's voice shook as he asked. Duo's eyes seem to flare a bit. Maybe it was just an imagination.
"Remember you? Of course I remember you. You are Heero who fucked me when bored aren't you? You are Heero, the ever so possessive getting pissed whenever I talk to people male or female. You are Heero, the fucking bastard who never listened to me whenever I had something to say!" Duo yelled out. Heero stared at Duo. What he said brought back memory of the time when Duo dumped Heero. It hurts. Then again, Heero was a bit relieved - Duo can think for himself after all. Heero took a deep breath.
"Duo, may I touch you?" Heero asked. Duo did not say anything. He reached out to stroke Duo's face. Duo flinched but stayed still as he felt Heero's hand running down his cheek gently.
"Duo, please tell me what happened to you after you left me," right after that, Duo pushed Heero away. Heero sighed. "Duo, I won't hurt you. I won't do anything. Can you please tell me? I just want to know what happened."
"You won't do anything? How do I know if this isn't one of your tricks to fuck me without feeling guilty?" Duo hissed. Heero walked to a drawer and took out a knife. Without any hesitation, Heero slit his palm. Blood trickled down his arm as he raised it facing Duo.
"I swear, with my blood."
End Part 2
Nana: Due to my stupid habit of having short chapters, I'm breaking down the supposed to be one-shot.
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