June 12, 2000
Type: shonen-ai (mostly 1+2 - some 3+2 some 4+2 some
5+2 in later parts)
Rating: PG-13(ish) (for now)
Song: (not really part of the fic just BG music)
"Where did it all go wrong?" Oasis. **...** music from
the stereo.
Scenario: Everyone wants Duo. Get it?
Duo Maxwell waltz out of the ajoining bathroom adorned in nothing but a towel. Water glistened off of his milky skin. His hair, down and wet, clung to his backside and thighs acting as a living curtain. The boy's head bobbed in time with the music sending sprays of water when his hair followed the movement.
**You know that feeling you get,
You feel you're older than time...**
From the corner, the unnoticed observer drank in the vision before him like a man in the desert drinks of water from and oasis. As he watched the boy lip-sync with the band, each graceful movement etched itself into his memory to be replayed later.
The towel dropped from Duo's waist and the boy began to pull on a pair of black silk boxers. Picking up the towel, he towel dried the long glistening tresses. When he was satisfied with his work, he sat and began the ritual of comb the shining mass and braiding it.
**And I hope you know,
That it's touch and go...**
The shadowy figure made no move to either leave or make his presance known; he sat, waiting, memorizing every movement, every inch of the fey creature before him. True, he himself was often considered fey (and by more than one definition was it true), but this creature, he was beyond dreams. Too beautiful and astounding for words. So frail, so otherworldly.
Duo picked that moment to look around the room. His observer was careful not to be spotted as he watched the smile spread across the boy's face at his freedom. No one (at least no one he was aware of) was in the room, besides himself.
The onlooker was unsure as to how to proceed. Did he remain hidden or expose himself? He decide to follow his instincts and chose the former.
When Duo'd finished his hair and tied off the braid, he moved to the bed. Sliding under the sheets, he switched off both the radio and the light and proceeded to go to sleep.
When he was sure Duo was asleep, the silent boy slunk out of the shadows pausing momentarily by the bed before drifting out into the hall.
Once outside, Heero heaved a sigh of relief and frustration. It was terribly hard for him to control himself around the braided boy.
As he headed back to his room he caught sight of a certian uni-banged pilot heading the direction from which he'd just came. He raised an eyebrow.
/Nah,/ he admonished himself, /Quatre's room is that way too... Surely that's where he's heading too.../
TBC
End Part One
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