Chapter 58
Our Serendipity
Student Council Room
Monday,
He wins by
a landslide. There was no contest really, unlike last years duel between Duo
and I, Akira has already claimed what was his from the moment he decided to
join the Student Council as a freshman. I’m happy for him, or at least I
pretend I am as Kenzo rattles off the exciting news to me. My mind is hardly
here, why? Because it’s still reeling from Duo’s decision. I still have to
pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming and believe me; I spent all weekend
asking him again and again about what he has planned to do. I didn’t want it to
be a spur of the moment thing (he’s quite spontaneous in case you haven’t
figured that out by now) as usual and I had to sit him down to make sure he
was…well sure about the whole thing.
“Duo…?”
“Hmm?” I
watch him kick off his shoes and plop to the bed with a sigh of exhaustion.
It’s almost
“What you
said on the boat…” I tug my tie restlessly, watching him out of the corner of
my eye as he throws an arm over his face.
“I meant
it,” he replies in a mumble, already half-asleep.
I worry my
lower lip, heart beating a little faster than it should. “I thought having the
scholarship meant a lot to you…”
“You mean a lot to me.”
I blush and
kick myself inwardly for my temporary moment of weakness…well my knees buckle a
bit at the straightforward answer. Trust him to throw me off so easily. “I know
that and you mean a lot to me too,” I continue, now slipping out of my pants
and trying to say what I have to say as quickly as possible. He can’t go to
sleep until we clear this up. “But…”
“Heero.”
I turn to
face him, thankful that the main light in the room isn’t on now, or he would
have seen how red my face is. He’s sitting up on his elbows, a small but
definitely sexy smile on his lips. He pats the bed and I roll my eyes at the
almost childish gesture. Slipping out of my boxers (can’t help smirking at the
soft gasp he can’t control); I slip into bed completely naked and wrap my arms
around him.
“Pervert,”
he murmurs thickly even though he’s the one snuggling against me. We’ve not had
sex in a while – understandable enough, and the little pecks and caresses here
and there have slowly been driving me insane. However, the thought of making
out with him on this night of all nights seems almost callous of me. I know
he’s still hurting over his mother’s passing and the last thing…
“Make love
to me,” he suddenly whispers and I blink at the request. I thought he would be
the one to suggest we just sleep off the day and besides, we still need to talk
about -
“Please,”
he begs in a voice that I’d be foolish to ignore. It sends tingles of reluctant
desire down my spine and before I can say a word, he grinds his clothed ass
against my cock again. Shivering and hissing in a harsh breath, my fingers make
quick work of his belt, buckle and zipper. In the silence, broken only by our
shallow breathing, he lifts his hips as I tug the pants and boxers away in one
move.
“Mmm….”
Comes his breathless sigh of approval as I go down on him with a hunger that
surprises me. He’s swollen and warm, thick and ready as I engulf him
completely, tasting, drinking and swallowing all his has to offer. His fingers
in my hair tug almost painfully, but it’s his whimpers and soft hiccupping sobs
that drive me off the edge. I fondle his balls and he jerks in delight against
me. His thighs cradle my face as he wraps his legs around my shoulders. And just when I feel he’s about to come, I pull away with a
grin, suffering his light curse of frustration as I lean up and over him to
position myself.
“Don’t I
get to suck you off too?” he pleads, lashes heavy even though he’s not
attempting to do as he asks. I laugh softly and capture both legs behind his
knees to lift them over his head.
“I’m dirty,”
he whines in a weak protest.
“Just the
way I like it,” I reply and kneel to rub my wet cock against the tight opening.
He moans and clutches the bed sheet, dark eyes daring me to fuck him in this
rather crude manner (it’s all his fault actually since he borrowed that damn
porn tape, but penetration is so much better this way, and the first time I
experienced it…let’s just say it was heaven).
“Come on,
come on,” he pants. “Fuck me already.”
“Fine, you
impatient bastard,” I gasp as I stand to thrust myself into the waiting
orifice. His cry is so loud, I worry my neighbors will overhear and wonder if
everything is all right. It’s not as if we haven’t been loud before but…
“Ah fuck,”
I grunt as my thrusts become faster and harder, with Duo’s inner muscles
tightening around my cock. I have to hold his legs steady (he’s trembling now)
as we move in tandem, establishing a familiar rhythm that only does more to
drive me crazy. I groan and lean over him, releasing his legs to place my hands
on either side of his head. Our eyes meet and I watch hypnotically as a trickle
of my sweat drops on the tip of his nose. He darts out his tongue to capture it
and that gets me undone. Our kiss is hot, our tongues lashing and dancing with
passion and lust.
“I love
you,” he gasps into my mouth as I feel his cock swell against my stomach. “I
love you, love you, love you…aaaah!”
“I love
you,” I manage to respond – somehow – since my brain and all thoughts have
turned to mush at this time. He explodes against me and mere seconds later; I
empty myself into his ass. Hot, sticky and wet…just the way we like it.
I collapse
to the bed beside him, laughing weakly as he wraps his legs around my waist to
hold me prisoner. The guy is too damn flexible for his own good. I nuzzle him
gently as he all but purrs in pleasure against my chest.
“You are
awesome, Mr. Yuy.”
I blush,
but try to act smug. “I know.”
He swats my
chest gently and stifles a yawn. “Sleepy…”
“Duo…” I
begin again, now that my thought processes are functioning properly, that pesky
voice inside of me still wants to know if Duo was serious about his promise.
“About Woodruff…”
“What about
it?”
“You said
you were willing to give it up, Duo. I know how much you set your heart on the
basketball scholarship and one year away…I mean the coach…”
He pulls
away a little to stare at me as if seeing me for the first time in his life.
“You don’t believe me?”
“You’ve
jerked my emotional string around a lot with this, Duo,” I remind him quietly.
“I don’t know how much more I can take if you wake up tomorrow and suddenly
decide to change your mind again.”
“I won’t. I
promise.” He captures my lips in a slow, leisurely kiss. “We’ll go on this
trip, explore the world and all it has to offer and I’ll come to Kensington
with you…if I get high enough scores on my Entrance Exams that is.”
I brush
away the bangs from his forehead with a knowing smile. “You will. You don’t
give yourself enough credit for being smart, Duo.”
He flushes
a bright red. “Yeah, well…still don’t have your brains. Besides, you promised a
crash course on that last chem. Topic we did…” He yawns again and snuggles.
“Just know I won’t be leaving your side again, Heero. I promise. I love…”
His ‘you’
fades into another yawn and I decide to drop the topic for now. In a few
minutes, he’s fast asleep, his light snore a familiar sound that has me smiling
in the darkness. I stare outside the window, this time unable to stop the flood
of happiness that fills my heart. If I were a mean-spirited bastard, I’d have
to thank Eleanor for passing away and making Duo change his mind, but still,
I’m really glad this has happened. I have him back again and I, too, vow never
to let him out of my sight.
“…handing
over ceremony on Saturday,” Kenzo’s saying which jerks me out of my daydream
and back to the present.
I nod in
understanding. Yes, this Saturday would be the student council meeting where
I’d officially hand over my title to Akira and simply become a figurehead until
I leave the gates of Fujisaki for the last time. It’s one of the reasons I’m in
the office, trying to tie up all loose ends of my tenure.
“Will you
miss it?” I ask Kenzo with a small smile as I sign my name on several sheets of
paper – these involve students for detention. Not that anyone really cares. The
term is almost coming to an end and hardly anyone pays attention to the rules
much.
Kenzo tilts
back in his chair and places his hands behind his head. It’s the most relaxed
I’ve seen him ever since we become reluctant partners. Besides the dark circles
under his eyes (evident of late night studying no doubt), he could pass for
someone almost enjoying himself.
“I will, I
won’t lie,” he admits with a wistful smile. “I remember how much I slaved to
get your position and how bitter I felt when you won and not me. If it wasn’t
for Maxwell relinquishing his decision to run, I wouldn’t be here now.”
“So you owe
him one,” I say dryly, stamping another document with emphasis.
He blushes
and lowers his gaze. “I guess I do. But say…” He leans closer and I already know
what he’s going to ask. “Is he…all right though? I know he lost his mother and
all…”
“He’s
fine,” I reply curtly, not wanting to talk about it.
Kenzo
doesn’t seem satisfied. “He doesn’t smile much anymore. Did you notice that?”
Of course I
do. I live with him…although now that Kenzo’s mentioned it…Duo really hasn’t
been smiling or been as vivacious as he usually is. I blame it all on the
funeral, of course, and his studying habits. He’s taken to staying up late to
catch up on the week he missed, so his smiles or laughter isn’t something I
have taken into consideration…until now.
“Crunch
time,” I reply with a shrug. “He’s trying to catch up, so maybe he’s not into
having fun now.”
Kenzo nods
and sits back…then stands up with a slap on his thigh. “Well, I’m off now.
Unless you need me for anything?” He looks around the messy room hopefully and
I shake my head.
“No, it’s
fine. Anne will help me if I need something.”
“Oh.” He
looks disappointed, but I really need the time to think and he being here isn’t
going to help. “Well, I’ll see you around, Yuy.”
I only give
a grunt of response, pretending to be focused on reading through the list of
names for potential members of the new cabinet Akira had dropped on my desk
earlier in the day. I’ll give the guy this much, he’s thought the whole thing
out quite thoroughly.
Once the
door closes behind Kenzo, I rise to my feet and pace to the window, watching
idly as some second years run around the large track and field behind the
school. There are a few seniors studying on the rooftop for one of the lower
buildings and I think I recognize who they are. However, a knock on my door,
has me spinning around quickly.
“Enter.”
“Hey,”
Wufei hails as he sticks his head in. “Got a minute?”
I smile and
wave my hand in. “Sure. What’s up?”
He drops
into the chair Kenzo had been sitting on and eyes me for a moment. “You
wouldn’t believe who I saw yesterday.”
“Who?”
“Nia.”
For a
second, the name doesn’t register until Wufei rolls his eyes. “Nia. Big…” He
curves the air before his chest with his hands, “…and long black hair to die
for. Nia…”
“Who dumped
your ass,” I finish with a smirk.
“She was
cheating on me!” he wails plaintively and it’s all I can do not to laugh.
“So?”
He blushes
and lowers his gaze, clears his throat and then gets to his feet. Restless is
his middle name. “Look, I didn’t mean for it to happen, okay? One minute we are
just talking…like old friends, no hard feelings and all…and then…god, she used
to drive me crazy with that perfume of hers!” He looks lost for a moment and I
finally cave in to my laughter.
“It’s not
funny!” he hisses and tries to shut me up by running around the desk to slap a
hand over my mouth. “It was supposed to be a peck on the cheek and the next
thing you know, she’s all but swallowing my fucking tongue.”
I wave my
hand in surrender and Wufei releases me with a look of worry. “She says she
misses me and realizes she made a big mistake and wants me back but…”
“Dorothy,”
I say simply.
“Dorothy,”
he replies with a nod. With a groan, he falls back into the chair and sinks his
fingers into his hair. “What the hell do I do?”
I wonder
why he’s asking me for advice. I’m
not exactly the greatest expert on relationships. “I don’t know…do you still
like Dorothy?”
“Of course
I do!”
“And you
like Nia as well. Hmm.”
“Wow, a lot
of help you are, Yuy,” he says with as much sarcasm as he can muster. “I would
ask Duo, but he’s made himself scarce.”
A warning
bell goes off in my head, but I push it aside. “Look, Nia…how do you know she’s
not going to cheat on you again, huh? She realized she made a mistake…big deal.
She shouldn’t have cheated on you in the first place. Dorothy’s always been
there for you, so stick with her.”
“Yeah
but…Nia’s hot,” he whines. “I swear she might have gotten breast implants.”
I roll my
eyes. “Have you made out with Dorothy yet?”
“None of
your business, Yuy,” Wufei replies in a testy voice….then says quickly. “Not
all the way. She’s threatened to kick my ass if I go past third base. But
Nia…Nia…” He sighs and looks lost again. “She was literally begging me, Heero.
I swear if my cell phone hadn’t gone off at that moment, I’d have been in her
apartment.”
“So lust
for Nia, and love? For Dorothy?”
“Love?” He
blinks and I see his cheeks fill with color. “No way, man! Not love. She’s
nice…just…”
There’s
another knock on my door and this time Quatre sticks his head in. “Got a
minute, Heero?”
I wave my
hand towards another chair. “Sure. You might as well all make yourself comfy.”
My blond
friend gives a sigh of relief and nods to Wufei. “Thanks. I need a breather.”
“What’s
up?”
“Just all
the stuff I was reading up for Lit.” He tucks the required reading into his
book bag and trains a smile at us. “What were you two talking about?”
“Nia’s
back,” I say before Wufei can interject with ‘Nothing!’.
Quatre
looks blank but he’s quick to recognize the name after a moment. “Oh, her with
the big boobs.” He smirks and nudges Wufei playfully. “What? Did you make out
with her or something?”
Wufei
blanches and I try not to laugh again. Quatre’s ability to sense things so
quickly is uncanny, and realizing he was right in his assumption, he begins to
apologize profusely.
Another
knock and this time it’s Trowa who comes in with a scowl at Quatre for leaving
him behind to deal with that psycho Lit. teacher Mr. Roy. Conversation ebbs and
flows around me and I force myself to focus on the work before me. Just a few
more pages to go…
“…should do
something to cheer him up, eh Heero?”
I look up
with bemusement, and notice them all staring at me. “What?”
“Duo,”
Quatre says quietly. “He’s been looking a bit melancholy lately. We figured
we’d do something to cheer him up.”
“He’s just
busy with studying,” I say with a light shrug, a bit annoyed that they’d assume
I didn’t know my own boyfriend was not in the cheeriest of moods. Did they
think I wasn’t observant?
“I know,”
Trowa pipes up. “We can go out tonight…Friday night,” he says quickly when he
notices me shaking my head already.
“Where to?”
Wufei asks.
“This new
club downtown.” Trowa reaches into his blazer pocket for a folded piece of
paper. He unfolds it and we all lean in to stare at the bright words written.
THE VELVET CLUB
LADIES AND GUYS FREE
TILL 11.PM
DANCE! DRINK! GET YOUR
FREAK ON!
“Get your
freak on,” I say with a scoff. “Great, Trowa. Really great.”
“You’re
just chicken because you’re afraid you’ll barf all over some hot chick or guy
in there,” Wufei sneers and I chuck a pen at him, which he dodges neatly.
“We need to
let off some steam!” Quatre adds with a winning smile. “Come on, Heero. We’ve
been studying so hard for these damn exams, don’t you think we deserve a night
off? Especially Duo? Hmm? I’m sure he’ll welcome the distraction.”
I open my
mouth to protest but they all look at me with looks of plea (Quatre), eagerness
(Trowa), and a knowing smirk (Wufei). I can feel any argument I would have come
up becoming moot, so I shake my head in resignation.
“Fine,
fine…but…”
“Awesome!”
Wufei interrupts with a fist pump. “I hope Nia shows up.”
“You’re not
bringing Dorothy?” we ask incredulously.
Wufei
flushes and shifts from one foot to another. “Well…she’ll say no anyway, so…”
“You
haven’t even asked her yet,” Quatre says. “She’s going to be pissed if you
don’t and she realizes you went there with another woman.”
“Hey, I
didn’t say I was bringing Nia with me!” Wufei pouts and looks to me for help.
“I just said I hope she shows up.”
“So chaos
can ensue,” Trowa states. “If I were you, I’d push away Nia from my mind now
and fast. Anyway,” He turns to me. “Meet at your place Friday night?”
“Fine,” I
reply with a nod. “I’ll let Duo know.”
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Our Apartment
Later that night
“Club?”
“Yeah…the
guys thought we should let off some steam.” I watch him carefully over the rim
of my coffee mug as he gnaws at the tip of his pen in thought.
“I don’t
know, Heero…” He eyes his books splayed out before him. “I still have…”
“We won’t
stay long,” I urge him gently. “We won’t even have to drink anything. Just go
with the guys, talk…and we’ll be back in an hour.”
He nods and
lowers his gaze to his book and for some reason, that silent reply has my chest
tightening with a pain I can’t explain. They weren’t kidding. Duo has really
lost a part of him with the death of his mother and it breaks my heart, I have
to admit. He smiles, yeah and laughs sometimes, but not in the usual way we are
all familiar with. I miss that, but know it will be a while before he can get
over it. I don’t have to rush him.
“Will you
drink?” he suddenly asks and I look up to find a small mischievous smile on his
lips. I blush.
“You know
how alcohol and I don’t…”
“I’ll get
you good and stinkin’ drunk once this whole thing is over,” he says and waves
his hands over our laptops and textbooks. “We’ll teach you how to hold your
liquor.”
“Bah.” I
kick his shin playfully. “You can’t do anything.”
He chuckles
and dives for me, both of us mock wrestling on the floor for a while. When I
finally have him pinned down on the floor, I stare deeply into that flushed
face, the bright violet eyes and wonder if he’s really happy or just acting for
me.
“What?” he
asks breathlessly. “Do I have something on my face?”
I shake my
head and capture his hands within mine. “Promise me you’ll have fun, hmm?”
He frowns a
little but breaks into a smile again. “I’ll try. Don’t make no promises, but
I’ll try.”
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Club Velvet
Duo more
than tried. We’ve barely been in the club for an hour, and he’s had two drinks
– he insists they’re virgin margaritas and is currently stuck between Quatre
and Trowa on the dance floor. He (Trowa) managed to get us fake IDs and we were
able to get into the rather cool-looking club. I’ve long given up trying to
figure where Trowa gets his connections and ability to get us fake IDs in less
than a week. He can be quite mysterious when he sets his mind to it.
“What will
it be?” the guy behind the bar asks as I park myself on a stool between a
sweaty man in a pink satin shirt and a woman clothed in skin-tight leather.
“Uumm…” I
blush in the darkened room, lit only with the neon strobe lights and the heavy
bass of dance music in the background. My head is beginning to pound. I eye
what my companions are drinking – bourbon on the rocks for the man and a Bloody
Mary for the gal. Shit. I don’t want to look like a weakling, and I mutter something
beneath my breath.
“What was
that?” the bartender asks/yells as he leans closer. “You’ve gotta speak up!”
“Sex on the
Beach!” I yell back, hoping in a way that he’ll tell me to shut the hell up and
leave the club since I’m still a minor. However, he simply nods and moves to
get the ingredients, my eyes widening a little as vodka and schnapps are tossed
into the shaker. I tell myself that the added combination of pineapple,
cranberry and apple juice will dilute the alcohol, but who am I kidding. In mere
seconds, he places a glass of the drink before me, and I know it’s now or
never. Thank goodness for the orange slice and cherry garnish, because I take
my sweet time sucking on those.
“Oooh, Sex
on the Beach!” Wufei snickers as he wraps an arm around my shoulders.
“Someone’s being bold.” He motions to the bartender. “A
He squeezes
himself between the skin-tight woman and me, grinning mischievously and tapping
his fingers on the alcohol-stained counter in time with the music. He looks
great in a pair of black pants and matching dress shirt, revealing a necklace
I’ve never seen him wear before. I wonder if Dorothy gave that to him. “Having
fun?” he asks.
I nod and
glance towards Duo again, swallowing tightly at how sinful he looks in the
middle of the dance floor. If he’s pretending to be happy, then he’s doing a
fine job of convincing everyone he’s all right. The white t-shirt with the
Stoners familiar logo of a skull, wings and a rose – in metallic silver – is
sticking to his back with sweat. The dark jeans molded to his ass, thighs and
legs like a second skin. The silver belt with the added chain connected to it
shimmers beneath the light and with his braid swaying in time to his hip
thrusts, it’s all I can do not to run out there and hide him away from the
hungry eyes devouring him.
“At least
he’s having fun,” I say quietly…and then yell it out as Wufei leans in closer
to hear.
“Looks like
it,” he replies and takes a swig of his beer. Maybe I should have ordered that
instead of this damn drink.
“Come on,
man, let’s hit the floor.” He tugs my arm and I willingly comply, knowing I’m
not a great dancer, but glad to be away from temptation. Except for…
“Mmm….” Comes the husky voice and familiar arms wrapping
themselves around my waist from behind. Duo presses his hot mouth against my
neck and I moan, closing my eyes as I feel the hard evidence of his arousal
against my ass. We sway together, almost losing myself as he dry humps me
faster. I’m immediately glad for the swarm of people around us as our bodies
become one. Spinning around slowly in his arms, I capture his sweaty and
flushed face between my hands and lean in for a much-needed kiss…
“Leave him
the hell alone, asshole!” comes the yell from a familiar voice and then the
undeniable sound of a punch…and then pandemonium.
What the…?!
Duo and I
pull apart to stare at Trowa hovering over the prone body of a much bigger guy,
his nose now bloody as he glares at our friend in fury.
Oh fuck.
“It’s okay,
Trowa,” Quatre’s saying as he tries to pull his pissed off boyfriend away. Good
grief. We’ve never seen Trowa this mad before. “Let’s just go…”
Unfortunately,
he’s shoved aside by the bloody man, who goes in for the kill. A hard-thrown
left hook heads towards Trowa, but our friend is quick and dodges only to form
another fist, which he drives into the man’s stomach. We wince as the man gives
a grunt of pain and doubles over. By now, the club is in chaos as someone
screams and calls for security.
“Let’s
split man,” Wufei cries out as we finally notice the two heavy-set guys
approaching. We push and shove our way
through the gawking throng and after what seems like an eternity, we finally
find the front door…or not.
“Back!”
Quatre says as he notices two more guards heading for us. They must have
cameras set up to look for troublemakers. Great. Just what I don’t need. I tug
Duo’s hand and we begin to run towards the kitchen area – or at least what we
hope is the kitchen area. Lucky for us it was.
“Excuse us,
coming through,” we all say as we dance and weave our way between chefs in
white and waiters with trays who try to balance their precious cargo lest we
make them drop it.
“Stop those
kids!” someone yells and that sets off my panic button.
“Hurry!” I
scream and in a mad dash, we burst through the back doors and out into the cool
evening.
“Where did
you park the car, Wufei?” Duo asks frantically.
“Oh shit,”
comes the breathless reply. The parking lot is full, and searching for the car
now would require some time. We just hope that none of the guards stops us
before then.
“There!”
Quatre says and begins to head towards Wufei’s jeep.
“Think we
can get out of here with no trouble?” Duo asks.
“Leave it
to me,” comes the grim reply as we all settle in. I remember the last time we
left the driving up to Wufei, we were arrested for hi-jacking and driving
recklessly. I pray hard for no trouble, but before I can gather my thoughts,
Wufei’s floored the vehicle and we peel out of the parking lot with my heart
somewhere in the pit of my stomach.
“Wufei! You
piece of shit!” I scream, but realize (to my surprise) that Duo’s laughing
wildly beside me. He gives a loud whoop and sticks his head out of the window
to give the finger to anyone who cares to see.
“Fuck you
all!” he yells and laughs again – I swear a part of me thinks he’s gone mad –
but when Trowa and then Quatre do the same thing….I wonder if maybe all my
friends have gone insane. I know exams can be stressful and all, yet I can’t
stop the smile that comes to my face. I’ll always love these guys, crazy or
not.
“Come on,
Heero!” Duo nudges with a wide grin, his eyes dancing with merriment. “Let it
out!”
“Yeah, let
it out!” Wufei, Trowa and Quatre chorus in chant. “Let it out! Let it out! Let
it out!”
“All right,
already, shut the fuck up!” I laugh and urge Wufei to open up the roof of his
car. He does so, and standing to my feet (holding on the roof for dear life), I
close my eyes as the rush of wind almost knocks me back to my seat. The city
flies by me as I lift my lashes slow. Willing the scream from the pit of my
stomach, I take a deep breath and yell as loud as I can.
“WHOOO
HOOOOO!!!!! FREEEEDOOOOM!!!!”
Their
laughter is music to my ears as Duo joins me and reaches for my hand to clasp
it tightly. We whoop and holler for a while, waving to other cars that honk at
us in greeting – hell, there are a few students I know cruising the streets as
well! Duo wraps his arms around my neck and I turn to him with my heart so
full, I fear it just might burst out of my chest.
“Did you
have fun?” I ask, staring deeply into his eyes for the truth. He nods. his hair
whipping into my face as he leans close to seize my lips in a hard kiss.
“Thank
you,” he whispers, his voice deep and full with meaning. “For everything…”
~End Period Fifty-Eight~