Title:
School Tales (Senior Year #43) The Unexpected Guests
Pairings: 1x2x1,
3x4, 5xD
Warnings:
AU, Heero POV, angst, humor, sap, fluff, shounen-ai/yaoi,
Rating:
R (for language and lime)
Notes:
For those of you who have read Shenlong Deb’s ‘Beaded’ there’s a particular
section in this story added in tribute.
Chapter 43:
The Unexpected Guests
On the way to School
Wednesday,
“Isn’t it great? Smell that
tangy crisp winter air! Feel the snow crunch beneath your feet! Look at all the
pretty lights—
“Duo. It’s too early to be
this happy,” I mumble around a yawn, shuffling deeper into my jacket as a cloud
of smoke escapes my lips, while wrapping the thick blue scarf around my neck
which compliments the red one Duo’s wearing. We had gotten it as gifts for each
other. It is terribly cold this morning and about an inch of snow fell
overnight, covering the neighborhood like a white blanket. The few kids awake
for their school buses are already trying to make snowmen, and as we wait at
the bus stop, Duo stares after them wistfully as if wishing he could be a part
of it. I nudge him playfully and he looks at me, sniffling and looking slightly
embarrassed.
“Sorry, just excited about
spending my first Christmas with you and all,” he says and my cheeks flush with
heat. I try to scowl and look anywhere but at him, but he surprises me with a
light kiss on my cheek, snickering as I try to cuff him in return.
“Damn, we need a car,” he
says as two more people join the growing line at the Stop. He got into a scrape
with his bike yesterday, forcing him to take it to a body shop downtown. It
wasn’t his fault though. The moron in the truck had backed into Duo’s bike
outside the cram school. You should have seen how livid Duo became once he
stepped out to survey the damage. “I think we should get that for Christmas.”
“A car.”
“Yup. You and I will go car
shopping, Heero.” He stares pointedly at me as if daring me to argue. On any
other day I would have been more than glad to go toe-to-toe with Duo on the
issue of wasting his money on me, but I’m too cold and I think my sinuses are
about to act up. Damn. I might be coming down with the flu.
“Whatever you say, Duo,” I
reply, only to find my breathing almost cut off at the tight hug he gives me.
“Let…up…” I manage to gasp, flushing at the looks we receive from the others.
How obvious could we be? “Du…Duo!”
“All right, all right,” he
says laughing just as the bus pulls up. Bus passes are checked, and we make our
way to the back, a position we’ve always enjoyed being in from the moment we
met. As the ride begins, I steal a glance at Duo, smiling softly at the genuine
look of satisfaction on his features. Since the picnic with his mother and
Saito, he’s been much more cheerful than ever before. Although he denies it has
anything to do with being at peace with his mother’s new relationship, I know
that deep down inside, one chapter of Duo’s turbulent life has been settled. He
leans back in his seat, plugs in his earphones and opens his literature book to
study for the test he has today.
I close my eyes and try to
ignore the light sheen of sweat breaking out on my brow despite the cold. The
past week has been rather uneventful, filled with nothing but school and
catching up with our studies. We visited Sid two evenings ago and he’s doing
considerably well. His girlfriend had shown up to keep him company and he’s
expected to be released in about three days. The police are still on guard and
Parker has yet to give us word on whether there’s been an arrest in regards to
the Greek and his cohort. They couldn’t possibly have escaped the clutches of
the police, not with the descriptions Duo and I had given, or with Sid’s input.
Just what was taking them so long?
I sneeze and shiver, my
vision blurry for a moment as I lift my lashes slowly. I dig into my pockets
for a handkerchief to blow my nose, only to feel a cool hand placed against my
forehead and Duo’s concerned face thrust closer to me.
“You’ve got a fever,” he
announces flatly, his frown deepening as if it’s my fault.
“I’ll be fine,” I begin,
removing his hand gently. I can’t afford to miss classes now. The Christmas
Ball begins in a week and the Student Council has an obligation to make sure
that every club participating follows the rules, have paid their fees, and set
up their kiosks—
“Sure you’re fine,” Duo
growls as he reaches for the button above us that signals the driver to stop. I
shake my head quickly and place a hand on his, stopping his motion.
“No, Duo. I’m okay, really.
See?” I think I try to smile but I have the feeling it looks like a grimace.
Not one to be deterred so
easily, he clutches the label of my jacket and pulls me close until our noses
bump against each other. He looks furious. “Stop being such a stubborn asshole
and go back home, okay? The school won’t die if you don’t show up for one day,
Mr. President,” he whispers harshly, and all I can do is stare at his lips as
he talks, a part of me wanting to kiss them while another wonders why the world
is beginning to spin a bit faster.
I reach for his jacket and
clutch it tightly. The trembling is getting worse and the world seems to be
swim before my eyes. Geez. How did it get this bad?
“Heero?”
His voice sounds like it’s
coming from a mile away. Duo…help…damn…it
really is…hot.
Fortunately, merciful darkness
soon claims me as I slump against him in a dead faint.
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Sakura petals fall on my nose
and eyelashes, and I hear myself (was I five or six at the time?) giggling in
delight. I’m dressed in a dark blue kimono with slippers on my feet as I run around
our backyard chasing the falling pink and white flowers. I can see my mother
sweeping the yard, while father is roasting some sweet potatoes on a small fire
with a relative whose name escapes me at this time. A small smile comes to my
lips as I watch the scene, nostalgia hitting me like a ton of bricks and making
me feel more homesick than I ever have before.
A Sakura petal falls on my
nose and I reach up to remove it, only to lift my lashes to the familiar sight
of my white ceiling. I’m back home, tucked in bed with a hot water bottle
placed near my waist. The apartment is blissfully silent, thin blades of
sunlight drifting through the partly closed curtains. I turn my head a little
to see the cup of now tepid tea and some crackers on the coffee table. There’s
a note sticking out from beneath the cup, and forcing myself to sit up (a wave
a nausea hits me), I reach for it. Not surprisingly, it’s Duo’s hasty
handwriting.
Don’t forget to take the medicine next
to the cup and don’t you dare work on your laptop or read anything heavy! My
spirit sees and knows all! Love you. (Stern smiley face with additional
exclamation points for emphasis).
I sigh, almost believing that
the boy does have some sort of spy equipment to keep an eye on me at all times.
I drink the bitter tasting pills and crawl back into bed, closing my eyes as I
try to will myself to sleep. A quick glance at the clock earlier showed that
it’s about eleven in the morning – I would have been in Pre-Calculus by now,
maybe comparing notes with Wufei or something. I remember I have a meeting with
the Council at
“Stop. Stop. Stop thinking
about school,” I whisper harshly, opening my eyes again to stare morosely at
the empty spot beside me. I reach for Duo’s pillow and hug it tightly, inhaling
that familiar scent of hair shampoo and his cologne. For some reason, it
triggers my lower anatomy, and I blush in embarrassment at the erection
threatening to rip a hole right through my pants. We really haven’t made out in
some time…sure we’ve had the occasional necking and long, slow agonizing
kisses, but we’ve been too tired to go much further. Knowing we’d have to wake
up early in the morning for another long day at school was killing our sex
drive. Good grief, and we’re only in high school. I dread to think of what
would happen when we get to college.
If we both end up going to same college that is, that tiny persistent voice in my head speaks up. I
bite my lower lip in thought, knowing that after our year of going around the
world – or whatever it is that Duo plans to do on our year off – reality will
have to set in quickly. My first choice is still Kensington, but Duo’s either
still hung on wanting to be with Zechs in Woodruff, or skipping college
altogether to focus on running his late father’s company. The thought of being
apart from Duo for so long sends a searing ache through my chest. I guess I’ve
been so spoiled being with him for so long and have come to expect his presence
as a given. It’s so bad now that I can’t even imagine how my life had been
before he showed up. My once treasured solace and solitude in this small
apartment now feels claustrophobic and yet empty. I look around the room,
seeing the little things that remind me of him. His laptop sits quietly beside
mine on the desk, some notebooks littered around it with that familiar scrawl
handwriting. His favorite leather jacket hangs against the wall to the closet,
a red bandana sticking out of its pocket. There are the video games he tried to
play last night, but gave up after being unable to get past level ten, still
sitting on the floor. If I get up, I’ll be able to see his blue slippers in the
foyer and his umbrella in the basket beside the doorway.
“I might as well do the
laundry,” I mutter as I try to get to my feet again. Anything to keep my mind
off feeling too morose. The nausea isn’t so bad now, and I think I can walk
towards the other room without falling flat on my face. It’s strange to be home
when I’m supposed to be in school. The neighborhood is much quieter, and I can
hear Mrs. Aizawa – the landlady - sweeping the front yard like she always does.
“God damn it, Duo.” I shake
the nearly empty box of detergent, and a fruitless search tells me that there’s
no extra one around. The pile of clothes accumulated over the week seems to
mock me, and as if my morning couldn’t get any better, I notice the sticky note
Duo placed against the washing machine.
‘Call repairman to find out what’s wrong
with the damn thing. I tried to use it this morning to wash a few things and it
made some funny clanking noise and whined out. Don’t kill me. I was going to tell
you but forgot. D.’
I crumple the paper in a
tight fist, taking a deep breath to stop myself from screaming some expletive.
I’m going to kill that son-of-a-bitch when he returns. I swear it.
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My Apartment
Gundam Forever is on. Episode
25 – when the pilot of the Gundam 320X – Seiji Katou – is trying to make a
decision on whether to self-detonate or not. He’s been captured by the enemy
forces and he cannot afford to let them know the secrets of the Gundam. I say
he should kill himself, but then again, this is a re-run and I already know
what happens.
The telephone rings, breaking
my concentration. Reaching for it, I wrap the blanket tighter around me as I
notice who it is on the Caller ID.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing much. How’re you
doing?” Duo sounds breathless and from the squeaking noises behind him, I’m
guessing he’s at basketball practice.
“Wondering why you didn’t
tell me about the washing machine.”
“Huh?” I can almost hear him
blinking in bemusement. “Oh that. Geez, I was going to tell you.”
“When? When we’re completely
out of underwear?” I sneeze suddenly, my eyes watering which makes me feel even
more miserable. The loneliness and the freaking cold are making me feel like
shit.
“Did you take the
medication?” he asks sharply.
“Yes, mother.”
“Have you eaten anything?”
I eye the unfinished plate of
pasta I had warmed up from leftovers. They look like white worms swimming in
thick blood at the moment. “Yeah. I’ve eaten.”
“What?”
“I said I’ve eaten!” I’m
getting a tad bit impatient with his questions.
“Don’t yell…besides you sound
like you’re talking with cotton balls in your mouth. I’m going to take the
laundry to the Wash-O-Mart, so you don’t have to worry about it. Hmm, I’ve also
called the repair guy. He said he should be showing up tomorrow around four.
Then there’s the—
“Duo?”
“What?”
I’m blushing and almost
whisper, surprised at how hard this hits me. “I miss you.” He’s only been gone
a few hours and I’m sounding like he’s disappeared from my life.
“Huh? What’s that, Heero? I
can’t hear you too well.”
I sigh and close my eyes,
leaning back against the pillows just as Seiji is rescued by Princess Karen.
She’s carrying a torch for him. Pity it will never be reciprocated. If I didn’t
know any better, I’d say that Seiji had feelings for his rival Kantarou, and
they’re both guys.
“Nothing, Duo. Just…come home
quickly.”
I hang up before he can say
anything else, snuggling beneath the covers and wishing I have him close to me
besides his pillow for company. Being sick blows.
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My Apartment
I groan beneath the cold
cloth placed against my forehead, opening heavy lashes to peer into the fuzzy
image of Duo smiling down at me. Never has anyone looked more beautiful. I
reach up with arms that feel like they weigh a ton, wrapping it around his neck
to pull him closer to me. He chuckles against my lips, unmindful that I might
be giving him my illness in no time, as his tongue slips into my fevered mouth
to stroke mine gently. His hair tickles my forehead as I suck hungrily, his
taste better than any medication could possibly accomplish. He or I or both of
us moan in the growing pleasure that arises between us, and the need to strip
him naked – sick or not – and screw him like there’s no tomorrow—
“You have guests here, goddamn
it!” Someone cries out in the background, and Duo’s laughter against my swollen
lips has me flushing in embarrassment. He gives me one last hard kiss and pulls
away slowly, nodding towards the, not one but six individuals crowded in my
living room. It doesn’t take a genius to know that it was Wufei who had
interrupted our kiss since his cheeks are as red as Hilde’s and Relena’s. Trowa
and Quatre are already settling in to play the video game, both turning to wave
at me for a second before focusing on choosing their characters. Dorothy steps
into the room with a tray filled with mugs of what must be coffee or tea or—
“Hot cocoa for everyone,” she
says and places it on the table, where everyone dives for one. I had no idea I
was going to be entertaining anyone. I look at Duo, who gives me a sheepish
grin.
“They wanted to come.”
“And how do they know I’m
sick?”
“Hello? If I show up to
school without the great Heero Yuy draped on my arm, don’t you think anyone
would notice? Everyone kept asking me about you, and I swear I was this close
to going to the media room to announce it to the whole school on TV.”
“And he would have done it
too,” Relena pipes in as she sips from her mug. “Uumm…this is good, Dorothy.”
Everyone murmurs their
agreement as Duo props me up and holds out a cup to me. I have a taste, the
warmth and delicious flavor coating my tongue. It really is good. Duo helps
himself to a much bigger gulp and holds out the cup to me again.
“Kenzo wanted to come, but I
told him not to.”
“Oh?” Kenzo’s the
vice-president of the Student Council.
“Yeah.” Duo brushes away the
hair from my forehead gently, almost absently as his gaze is trained on the TV
screen where everyone’s attention seems to be focused on now. The fight is on
between Trowa and Quatre, and believe me this Final Fantasy thing can be quite
addictive.
“How was the meeting today?”
He scowls and I have the
grace to blush. I promised not to mention anything ‘work’ related. “If you must
know,” Duo finally replies over the din of my friends’ excited cries as Quatre
knocks Trowa’s character to the ground with a killer attack. “He seemed a bit
too thrilled to be in charge of everyone.”
“Yeah, he always did want the
role of President.” Duo must have noticed something in my voice because he gives
me a sharp look. I try to smile. “I just…I sometimes feel I’m letting them
down,” I finish quietly, hiding my face behind the mug as I lift it to take
another sip.
However, a light cuff to my
head has me wincing as he places a hand beneath my chin, forcing me to look at
him. “If everyone feeling concerned about you and wondering if you’d be able to
return is any indication of just how much you’re a disappointment to them, then
maybe you should get sick more often, Heero. You should have seen the way everyone
acted in school today. Even the teachers were worried!”
“True, true,” Hilde says,
grinning at me. “We were all concerned. Poor Duo could hardly go anywhere
without anyone asking about you.”
“It’s annoying that’s what it
is,” Trowa adds, fingers punching the buttons on the console at an alarming
speed. “You’d think he was a god or something.”
“A god amongst men,” Quatre
sniggers, ducking from the incoming slew of energy beams coming his way. He’s
good.
“A hot god amongst men,” Relena says, laughing as my cheeks darken
with embarrassment.
Duo’s warm breath against my
cheek is slightly ticklish, and as he begins to trail tender kisses along my
jaw, I can barely hear him saying, “See? I told you so.”
“Well, since we’ve certified
he’s not dying,” Wufei announces. “Why don’t we leave the couple alone, eh?”
“Can we borrow the game,
Duo?” Quatre asks.
“Sure, whatever,” Duo
replies, waving his hand as his tongue laves the nape of my neck gently. Oh
dear God, he’s making it so hard to think.
Someone chucks a pillow at
us, and it finally has Duo bounding to his feet with a mock attempt at
wrestling the person to the ground. A small pretend fight occurs, but I can
only sit in bed, watching my friends laugh and tease each other with helpless
longing. Again, I record these precious moments in my mind, knowing that all
too soon we’ll be going our separate ways.
“Picture time!” someone
mercifully cries out (Relena actually). It’s as if she read my mind. She digs
into her bag and brings out the latest digital camera. “I’ll just set it up and
everyone gather around Heero on the bed, okay?”
I laugh a little as everyone
dives towards me, Duo shoving his way through arms and legs to sit by my side.
Wufei is on my right with Trowa and Quatre next to him. Hilde and Dorothy are
on Duo’s side and Relena…finished with the set up…jogs quickly towards me to
sit between my legs.
“On three, everyone,” she
says, holding up two fingers in a sign for victory or peace. “One…two…”
And in unison, we all cry out
in one voice, “CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!!!”
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My Apartment:
The front door opens with a
small creak, letting in a cold draft. It’s quickly closed and I can hear Duo
shuffling with his burden and cursing beneath his breath. He sticks his head
in, revealing the snowflakes that had fallen on his hair and jacket.
“Freezing out there,” he
says, disappearing into the laundry room to drop off the now washed and folded
(if you call Duo’s haphazard attempt at folding) clothes. “I met Alfred at the
Laundromat. Hah, the bastard started talking about…”
I listen to him rattle off
about his adventures as yet another re-run of GF is on TV. It’s a marathon day
for the show after all. Duo, finally done with his chore, staggers into the
room and sprawls over me. I wince at his weight, gaze drifting towards the
black object that falls out of his pocket and to the floor. I stretch to reach
for it, watching the beads now shiny with age and countless finger caresses,
sway gently. At the bottom is a gold crucifix to complete the picture. I’ve
seen Duo pray with his rosary before (and believe me it does take a long time
for him to get through with all the Hail Marys and Our Fathers) and I always
know it’s his quiet time, so I leave him to his own devices. It was a gift from
one of the nuns at the orphanage and something quite precious to him.
I caress one of the beads and
then, I swear I don’t know where this comes from, I mutter the words ‘they
almost look like anal beads’ beneath my breath.
“Huh?” Duo lifts his head to
blink at me slowly. “What did you say?”
“No…nothing.” I hold out his
rosary. “You dropped this.”
“Oh. Thanks.” He sits up to
take off his shirt, and then (the shameless bastard) smirks and eyes the object
again. “I could have sworn you said something like anal beads, Heero.”
“I didn’t.” Sure, and your
face turning red isn’t a dead giveaway, Heero Yuy. Please shoot yourself now
and save yourself from the humiliation.
“Who told you about anal
beads?”
“I didn’t…” His grin widens
and I groan, feeling the familiar stir of an erection in my pants. He places a
hand on it and I gasp in response, beginning to feel feverish again, although
it has nothing to do with my cold which has cleared up considerably since my
friends’ visit.
“You’ve been visiting those
websites, haven’t you?” he teases and promptly disappears beneath the blanket.
I feel his hands on my pants, and then coolness as he slides it down to my
thighs. He licks and my vision wavers for a second. “Damn, Heero Yuy, and I
thought you were a saint. But here you are thinking about using my rosary as a
sex toy.”
“I wasn’t…aaah!” He engulfs
me. Swallows me whole. Sucks hard and releases me. Only to repeat the motion
again. He’s killing me. And oh, what sweet torture this is.
“Hmmm…blessed…anal…beads…deep…inside…of…you…”
With each word, he’s sucking
and licking, stroking and teasing with that damned tongue and hand of his. I
can already feel my explosion that is imminent, the dangerous rush of blood to
the head, all the way down to my engorged flesh in his mouth. My fingers clutch
the sheets for salvation, eyes squeezed shut as my body arches off the bed in
readiness…
(Doorbell)
…for the mind blowing orgasm
he’s about to give me…
(A hard knock)
…I whimper as he teases the
entrance to my rectum with a finger, as he licks my balls, as he…
(Doorbell!)
“Shit,” he finally mutters
and throws off the blanket to glare at the door. “Who could it be now?”
I’m panting like a race horse
on the bed, my body screaming for release and hoping Duo would just ignore it
and finish up what he’s started.
The knock on the door is much
harder now, and even in my dazed state of lust, I can’t ignore the desperation
within that sound. Worry filters into my dulled senses as I watch Duo shrug
into his shirt to make his way toward the door.
“Who is it?” I hear him ask
from the foyer. There’s silence for a moment, and then I hear the breathless
cry of ‘Gabriel?!’ before he opens the door quickly.
Gabriel…Gabriel…who is…?
But I do not have long to
find out as the familiar figure of Duo’s half-brother walks into the room with
his stunned sibling behind him. The brown carry-all bag in Duo’s hand has me
putting two and two together, and before either of us can say a word, Gabriel
makes himself comfortable on the floor and smiles brightly at us.
“Got any food? I’m starving.”
~End Period Forty-Three~