07-Feb-2002
Title: Break the Terror of the Urban Spell: Part 11
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: yaoi, angst
Pairings: 1+2+1
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: NC-17 (this part, PG)
Warnings: Inspired by Anne Rice's "Sleeping Beauty" trilogy... to a point. Slight language warning.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Title pulled from Tori Amos... "Riot Poof" off of "to venus and back". This story has actually been in the works for a long while now, most of that with it sitting on the back burner. I'm working on it now, though, and I hope to finish it off in the next month or so.
I can't even begin to think how many parts it will be. It will go until it's gone, most likely. But, enjoy until this. Also, I'd like to thank the few people who've responded to this fic. I haven't gotten a bad comment about this, and even though I've only gotten a handful of them, each one really makes me want to write more. So, enjoy, please?
\\START FLASHBACK//
"This is weird," Duo said, cocking his head to one side. "I'm in clothes in your apartment. Of course, they're your clothes and I don't like your sense of style on me. Can we head back to my place for a bit today so I can pick up some of my stuff and bring it over here? Or, would you rather I just moved in?"
Heero faltered as he overpoured a cup of coffee and cursed as it ran off the table, grabbing a hand towel and mopping up the warm liquid. "Well, seeing as how we're apparantly attempting to make this more of an honest relationship, you should probably just move in. Besides, how much longer is your rent paid for?"
Duo glanced at the calendar. "Er... two days. That works, then. How exactly are we going to get my stuff over here, though? I know we took the bus when you brought me here, but... then again... how could I forget?"
Turning around to put the towel in the sink, and so Duo couldn't see the slight blush that rose on his cheeks, Heero shrugged. "I don't know. We could make a ton of trips. Or... Well, Zechs has a car."
"Heero, look at me." He turned, and looked at Duo who grinned widely. "I knew it. You're blushing. Why?"
"I'm just..." Heero cut himself off as he watched Duo stand up and walk around the counter to him. "I'm a different person when I'm a master. I enjoy it, and I enjoy it in a lot of ways. But, that's not the only me and I know that, so..." He was cut off by Duo leaning in, his eyelashes fluttering, and placing a soft kiss on Heero's lips.
"You know, I could learn to like this really fast," Duo said, smiling.
Heero smiled back. "So could I."
"So, Zechs it is. Would you call?" Duo leaned against the counter, grabbing an apple from the bowl of fruit that sat just within his reach and biting into it. "I'm eating, you see."
With a grin, Heero leaned in and took a solid bite out of the fruit. He chewed quickly, his mouth quirked up at one edge. "You're eating, I see."
Duo nodded and swallowed his bite of fruit. "Glad you see that."
Shaking his head, Heero picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. As he held the receiver up to his ear, he scowled. "Fuck. I'm going to have to apologize or something, aren't I? Duo Maxwell, you're making a pussy out me."
A moment later, it was obvious that an apology was not needed as Heero and Zechs leapt right back into the jibes that made their friendship work when it needed to do so. "No, Zechs. You didn't make a pussy out of me. One pussy can't make another unless they're a bitch in heat. I'm sure you'd love to implicate yourself there."
There was a pause. Heero laughed. "That's great. Yeah."
Another pause. "Shut up. I do too have a reason for calling. Listen, Duo's rent is about to run out, so I need to borrow your car to go over there and pick everything..."
Heero shook his head. "What? No. I just need the car."
Heero looked frustrated, his eyebrows knitting together. He gave his next reply while rubbing his temples. "You don't trust me with your car? Zechs, I piloted a fucking mobile suit with precision every single fucking time! Don't give me that shit. I just want to borrow your god damn mother fucking twat twidding arsecunt of a car! If I ran that piece of shit into a telephone pole, no one would fucking notice!"
Several moments later, Heero sighed. "If it will make you happy, yes, sure, fine. See you in half an hour." Heero hung up the phone and stalked toward Duo. "He's coming with us."
Duo shrugged and walked over to the sink. "That's okay, I guess."
Heero sat down on one of the stools sitting around the counter. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah." Duo paused, then nodded. "Yeah. I think so. I've made a couple of decisions so far, and I hope they were the right ones. I guess I'll see."
"I'm proud of you," Heero said, watching the way Duo's back tensed up a bit at the comment.
"Don't be proud of me, and don't be proud of yourself. Not yet. We haven't done enough in life to be proud of just yet."
Heero took a step forward and wrapped his arms around Duo's waist, pressed a kiss to Duo's shoulder. "Not yet, but soon. Fuck, as soon as possible if I have anything to do with it."
Duo laughed softly, then reached down and grabbed something, turning in Heero's embrace and pressing something wet into Heero's hand. "This is what you should be having as an after-dinner mint."
Eyebrows raised, Heero looked down at his closed hand, opening it to reveal a good-sized sliver of soap. "I'll keep that in mind."
Smiling, Duo nodded. "I'll see that you do."
//END FLASHBACK\\
End Part 11
(:./jennykim/break11)
