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K.Y.G.--6
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Everything went well for Duo and Heero. They stayed with the White Fang art
students, enjoying many of the finer things in life (sex, drugs, and alcohol
being only the tip of the iceberg). Heero, for his part, couldn't remember a
time when he'd been happier. All the conditions and rules that had been
imposed on him his entire life were miraculously gone and he felt as though
he could do anything. Being able to talk to Duo about what he was going
through helped immensely; the closeness they shared gave them the gift of
total honesty.
From his time on the bus, Heero had noticed a lot. Wufei, for example, was
into casual sex. He couldn't get enough of it! Everything, absolutely
everything, seemed to put him in the mood to fuck and he'd grab almost anyone
given the chance. Zechs, Treize, or Quatre were candidates, though Merian
seemed to be his current favorite. Heero himself had been caught as an
unsuspecting victim several times (not that he'd complained). Trowa and Duo
were the only ones Wufei hadn't gotten to, apparently, though not for lack of
trying.
Treize also expressed interested in everyone, except Merian. From what Heero
could tell, he'd made passes at Quatre which hadn't been reciprocated, slept
with Zechs and Wufei on a regular basis (sometimes at the same time if the
noise level was any indication), flirted outrageously with Trowa who held
himself aloof, and constantly hit on Duo, who didn't have any interest in
taking him up on his offer. While Treize was an attractive man, he simply
came on too strongly. Besides that, Heero didn't want to play bottom to
anyone except Duo.
Zechs was much the same way. He slept with Trieze and Wufei, together or
separately, whenever he had the chance, and he'd made passes at both Duo and
Heero. Duo had privately told Heero that while the blonde was undeniably
sexy, his attitude made him unbearable at times. Heero conceded that point -
Zechs reminded him of Relena, always carrying an air about him that clearly
said he was important. It was almost as though the man believed he was
royalty. Personally, Heero found his excessively flowered language a
turn-off. Zechs had tried to coax Quatre and Trowa into his bed, but neither
the brunette nor the blonde had taken him up on the offer yet.
In contrast, Trowa hadn't expressed a visible interest in anyone on the bus
other than Duo. Heero felt possessiveness streak through him every time the
taller boy casually laid a hand on Duo's shoulder or accidentally brushed
against him. At first Heero had been jealous and each time Trowa touched Duo,
he'd grabbed his lover by the braid, dragged him to their shared room, and
marked him in the only way he knew how. The violet-eyed boy had immediately
seen what Heero was trying to do and simply laughed. Placing a kiss on the
top of the shorthaired boy's nose, he'd smiled, "Don't worry about him,
beautiful. He and I are like you and Wufei. I don't _love_ him; I love you."
Then Duo winked, "Not that I mind the sex. Cigarette?" and offered him his
pack of Camels.
Next on the list was Merian. Merian seemed to genuinely care about Wufei and
hadn't expressed any interest in Heero or Duo other than casual friendship.
She was constantly hyper, leaving Heero to believe that she either hit the
Pixie-stixs religiously, or she was on one of Quatre's concoctions. Neither
would have surprised him.
And speaking of Quatre... the shorthaired, blonde boy was nice enough. He
seemed to like Wufei and he flirted with Trowa, but he hadn't made a song and
dance about his sex-life like Trieze and Zechs had. He did, however, have the
habit of breaking out into long speeches, mostly fixated on his anarchist
beliefs. And that was what set Duo off on him today.
"Look," Duo gritted his teeth in frustration, glowering at the shorthaired
blonde with unconcealed irritation, "All I'm saying is, you're always talking
about taking action but we never fucking _do_ anything!" He pointed a finger
at the blonde. "It's been almost three weeks since we joined you, so when are
we gonna' do some of this art you keep going on about?"
Treize stretched languidly from his place on the couch and shrugged, "Look,
man, you're drunk. Calm down."
"We know what you're saying," Quatre said, extending his hands out, palm-up,
peaceably. "But you must understand that this is more of a _conceptual_
project. If we start breaking the law, we'll never get an Arts Council
grant..."
Trowa watched the confrontation silently, eyes amused.
And confrontation, it seemed, was another of the many things that put Wufei
in the mood to screw, so the small Chinese boy grabbed Zechs and yanked him
into one of the bedrooms, ripping clothes off in a flurry, and barely
managing to close the door decently. Merian smiled and shook her head, then
pulled the bus to the side of the road, off into a small, cozy shopping
center. She slipped out of her seat and darted into the room with Zechs and
Wufei.
Ignoring the flurry of action his words had caused, violet eyes narrowed
menacingly and Duo growled, "I can't understand a word you're saying! You've
got a fucking hand grenade! So far all I've seen is you talking about wanting
to blow things up, so when are we going to _do_ something." He paused, then
smiled darkly. "If you won't do something, we will."
With that the braided youth turned and stalked out of the bus and Heero ran
after him to catch up. Trowa looked as though he wanted to follow, but
Quatre's hand on his arm prevented him.
"What are we going to do?" Heero asked softly, trotting beside Duo as he
stalked across the parking lot.
Duo offered him a small smile and responded, "I want some cake."
And while normally this wouldn't have been a big deal, Heero shivered
involuntarily. He recognized the tone of voice Duo used to speak. It was the
same tone the braided boy had used when he'd decided to kill Heero's (late)
girlfriend.
"There," Duo pointed to a pastry shop at the far end of the lot. There was a
minimal of cars parked in the front of it, so Heero assumed it was mostly
deserted. "That place looks good. What do you think?"
Reaching for Duo's hand, Heero smiled and repeated, "Looks good."
The braided boy paused to give his lover's hand a little squeeze, and the two
of them continued to the shop.
***
Dr. O glared at the owner of the "Ms. Noine's Pastry Palace," and said, "High
blood pressure? Ms. Noine, I've never let any other doctor tell _me_ what to
do. Why, I remember the time when I was out riding and my prostate erupted..."
Noine, a petite but pretty woman, grimaced and wondered how many pastries
she'd need to give him before he would _stop_ relating her with tales of his
youth.
At the moment, Dr. O was her only customer which meant she didn't have an
excuse not to listen to him. And he _was_ her best customer, religiously
coming for his tea and crumpets every day, but as much as she loved the old
man, he _never_ shut up.
Without warning, the door to her shop was flung open, hitting the wall so
hard that the glass rattled, and two young boys stepped in. Epyon, her brown
beagle, barked at the intruders. /yap yap yap/
Noine was about to ask the two boy what they wanted when one of them, the one
dressed from head-to-toe in black, pulled a gun out of the folds of his
jacket and pointed it at her with a grin.
***
"Look, we're starving and we want some of your cakes," Duo said, smiling. "If
you don't give us free cakes, we'll kill you."
"We will, too," Heero placed a hand on Duo's shoulder. He pointed his ring
and middle fingers at the attractive woman and mouthed, "bang." In his mind
he was adding armed robbery to his list of felonies committed. It was a long
list.
"This... this is an _outrage_..." spluttered the old man, the only other
occupant of the room besides the shop owner and the dog.
"Shut your face, granddad." Heero glanced sideways at him. "You heard him."
The dog scurried around under the tables and continued to bark at them. /yap
yap/
Heero sauntered over to the cash register, knowing without a doubt that Duo's
eyes were fixed on him. Opening the register, he said, "We want money, too.
We're going to take all of your money and spend it on crap."
/yap yap yap/
"Money and cakes," Duo smirked, "That's all we want. We'll spend one and eat
the other."
/yap yap/
"We've got a gun, you know." Heero pocketed all of the money from the cash
register and grabbed a tray. He picked through the pastries, wondering which
ones Duo would like best. "Killing's second nature to us."
/yap yap yap/
"I'm phoning the police!" the dark-haired women threatened, watching them
through wide eyes.
"Do it," Heero shrugged and sampled a creampuff. "We'll be gone before they
get here and you'll just look like fools."
/yap yap/
Duo smiled at Heero. Everything was perfect, but the damned dog was _really_
starting to grate his nerves. Keeping his gun fixed on the woman, he knelt
down by the beagle who continued to yap at him. Barring his teeth, he met the
dog's eyes and snarled, "RROWWF!"
The dog shut up, tucked it's tail between it's legs and ran behind the
woman's skirt.
Heero snickered.
***
The old man and the woman watched Heero and Duo warily as they munched
contentedly on their cakes. However, their snacking was interrupted as a rev
from outside attracted their attentions. Blinking, Duo glanced out of the
window. His eyes widened. "The bus!"
The yellow and pink two-floor school bus pulled away from the curb, kicking
up a trail of dust as it left them behind.
Heero swore softly. "Those bastards are taking the bus!"
The old man smiled darkly at this as he reached for the phone. "The police
will be here any second. You won't get away with this!"
Duo and Heero stared at each other, eyes wide. "Well... shit!"
Together they raced out of the pastry shop. Heero's heart had _stopped_ when
the bus pulled away and left without them. It was only now beginning to catch
up with him, but he trusted Duo.
"What are we going to do?" he asked as they ran through the parking lot.
Sirens sounded up in the distance.
Duo's shoulders lifted and fell a little, the best shrug he could manage
while running at top speed. "I dunno," he said, "Find a car."
Once they cleared the shopping center, Heero spotted a cemetery that took up
almost two blocks. He was surprised when Duo grabbed his hand and pulled him
towards it. The only cars there were...
The shorthaired boy grinned. There was a funeral procession just pulling in
on the other side.
Duo hopped the stone fence with ease, taking a moment to offer Heero his
assistance, then grabbed his gun from the inside of his coat and pointed it
at the smattering of people by the newly dug grave. "Outta' the way," he
yelled. "Everybody outta' the way!"
"Good heavens," the priest, an old, tired looking man, exclaimed. The rest of
the procession shifted restlessly, frightened by the lunatic who was waving a
gun around, but no one screamed.
Duo ran to the first car in the procession and yanked the door open, pointing
his gun at the driver. "Get out! Get out or you're gonna' be pissing through
a fucking catheter for the rest of your life!" [1]
The driver's eyes widened, but he said in a fairly steady voice, "Sure, all
right," as he slipped out of the car with both hands in the air.
"Reasonable men at last," Duo said as he hopped into the driver's seat and
revved the engine. Ignoring the coffin in the back of the car, Heero slid
into the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt. The car lurched forward.
Before they could pick up any real speed, the priest ran out in front of
them, waving his arms wildly. "Stop! Stop the -"
Heero pointed to the robed man with a small smile. "Ten points," he said.
"Fuck!" Duo swore as he hit the priest. The man thumped up against the
windshield, then fell to one side. "Sorry, Father."
Glancing in the side view mirror, Heero saw the driver help the priest to his
feet. The older man didn't look too badly injured, but there was the
possibility of internal damage he supposed.
"I wish I hadn't said that about nobody being hurt. That's the sort of thing
that gets held against you in court," Duo muttered as they sped away from the
cemetery.
***
Heero panted softly, arching up against Duo as the braided boy slid into him
to the hilt. "Nn," he groan, grateful for the support of the car hood he was
bent forward over, "Christ! Yes!" Neither of them worried about being heard;
they'd found a deserted forest to ditch the car in, so there wasn't another
soul around for miles. It wouldn't have mattered if they were in the middle
of an amusement park, at that point. Adrenaline is the _best_ aphrodisiac.
Duo planted a hand on either side of him, fingers clawing at the hood as he
tried to keep his balance, a difficult task as his lover bucked against him
with abandon. His braid spilled over his shoulder and one of Heero's hands
sought it out, holding onto it like a lifeline.
They both reached their climax at the same time, and Duo gave a soft cry
before folding forward over the other boy, gasping to catch his breath. Soft
lips kissed the back of Heero's neck gently and he murmured quietly, "...
love you."
***
