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My Life Would Suck Without You	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 548 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this. I also do not own the song, it's owned by Kelly Clarkson.

Chapter List
- 1-My Life Would Suck Without You
- 1
I'd like to point out first that I am not in any shape, form, or fashion a slut. Nor am I easy. Now, that being said, I love sex. Soft and gentle. Fast and hard. Bedroom, backseat of a car, backyard, kitchen table... The when, where, and how doesn't matter. The who, however, does.
I've slept with a grand total of three people, and the last one ruined me for anyone else. Unfortunately, it isn't exactly a match made in heaven. We've been friends for as long as I can remember and, in some way, I wish that had never changed. But in others... Yeah, I love the bastard. Don't ask me why. It's a mystery even to me.
We don't make sense. A point that is well proven by the fact he's left me five times.
******
The constant clicking of the keys on the computer was grating on Duo's nerves. Well, to be honest, it wasn't the typing that was bothering him; it was the monosyllabic responses he was getting from his lover that proved he wasn't listening to a word he was saying. He pushed up to his elbows on the sofa and muted the TV.
“Hey, asshole.”
Heero's hands froze and he looked over his shoulder with a frown. “What?”
“Would you please listen to me while I'm talking?”
He pursed his lips. “I was listening.”
He raised his chin. “Oh, yeah? What was I saying?”
Heero sighed and turned his chair to fully face the brunette. “That Hilde wanted to come for a visit and was determined to save on expenses by staying with us for two weeks and you were sure you'd pull your hair out if you had to be in close quarters with her for that long. You asked if putting her up in a hotel would be rude.”
Violet eyes narrowed. Well damn. He huffed. “Well, if you would have given me something other than a grunt in response, I would have known you were listening.”
Heero resisted the urge to roll his eyes and turned back around. “You know I always listen to you. What I don't get it why you feel the need to talk while I'm trying to work. I've got to have this account finished by the end of the week.”
Duo pushed to his feet. “You work too damn much.”
Heero snorted. “Someone has to pay the bills,” he muttered under his breath.
Duo froze halfway to the kitchen and turned slowly. “Excuse me?”
He took a slow breath, realizing he'd just made a huge mistake but unwilling to back down. “You know I support your band, Duo, but until you get some bigger breaks, it isn't really bringing in any financial support.” He looked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “You like to eat, don't you?”
Duo glared at his lover. “Well, if you have such a problem with my job, why do you put up with me?”
'Here we go again,' Heero thought. “I don't have a problem with your job. I just want to make sure we don't get behind in bills. It wouldn't hurt if you could take a part-time job somewhere for now.” He turned back to face his computer. “And you should find a new manager whilst you're at it,” he mumbled.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You know what I'm talking about.”
Duo ground his teeth. “I'm not having this discussion with you. Trowa doesn't have the hots for me, he's shagging Quat on a regular basis. You see a threat at every corner, don't you? Maybe if you would come to just one of our concerts and actually spend some time with the rest of the band you could get over your little illusions that everyone I know is out to get in my pants.”
The argument, as Heero knew it would, spiraled downward from there. Ending with shouts and the front door slamming as Duo stormed out with a duffel bag over his shoulder, saying he'd find someone who knew how to be supportive and wasn't an anti-social dick-wad who should give up pretending to be human.
Heero sighed and sat back at his desk, staring at the screen for a moment before resuming work.
******
Make that six times. It's ridiculous. He thinks I'm anti-social. I think he's a bit too high-strung. He loves people, they drive me nuts. He loves attention; I'd rather stay in the background. I love order and neatness, he thinks they're overrated. This relationship was doomed from the start.
******
---Guess this means you're sorry

You're standing at my door

Guess this means you take back

All you said before
Like how much you wanted

Anyone but me

Said you'd never come back

But here you are again---
Heero opened the door and stared at Duo for a long minute. After four months of being apart, he was definitely a sight for sore eyes. He wore tight black jeans and a white t-shirt that clung to his muscled chest, leaving very little to the imagination. Heero sighed internally but wasn't about to be the one to give in first.
“Have trouble finding someone else?”
He grunted. “No, actually, I had tons of offers.”
He quirked a brow. “But?”
Duo released an explosive breath. “They weren't you.”
---Because we belong together now yeah

Forever united here somehow yeah

You got a piece of me

And honestly

My life would suck without you---
Heero grunted softly as his back was suddenly pressed to the wall, a hot mouth devouring his own. He moaned softly and draped his arms over Duo's shoulders, tangling his hands in the base of the brunette's braid. Hands roamed over his body in a heated rush to tear the clothes from him. He tilted his head back when his mouth was released; gasping for breath as Duo teased at every erogenous zone he had with his lips and fingers.
He scraped his blunt nails down Duo's back and gripped the hem of the brunette's T-shirt, ripping it over his head before their mouths crashed again. He pushed Duo to the floor, straddling his hips and grounding their growing erections together.
It was a mad coupling, clothes being ripped off in a matter of seconds and a quick stretching before Heero slammed himself down on Duo's hard length with a sharp gasp. Duo pulled him down with a hand to the back of his neck for a sloppy kiss, uncaring of the hard tile floor beneath him.
“Ride me, Heero,” he commanded.
The Japanese man didn't need to be given that particular order. He put his hands to Duo's taut stomach and began doing just that of his own free will, filling the foyer of his house with the slick sounds of their joining and loud moans and cries as they strove toward completion. He tossed his head back, loving the missed feeling of Duo inside him.
He knew his knees would be sore from their banging against the floor when all was said and done. He wasn't so sure he'd be able to sit right for the next few days, either. But none of that mattered at the moment. Strong hands gripped his hips, one moving up to wrap around his back. He grunted as he was rolled over and his legs were thrown over Duo's shoulders.
“Shit!”
“All right, baby?” Duo panted as he slammed into Heero.
He tangled his hands in his own hair. “Yeah.” 'Who the hell wouldn't be?' he thought as Duo found and hit his prostate repeatedly. “There,” he gasped. “Harder.”
“Your wish...” Duo leaned forward, bracing his hands on the floor and almost folding Heero completely in half. “Is my command.”
Heero fairly screamed as he was pounded into the floor. A tidal wave of lust rushed over him and his back arched when Duo wrapped a sure hand around Heero's length and pumped until he came explosively. He sagged back to the floor, coming back to himself just as Duo found his own release and filled him with his cum. Heero shivered and flexed his inner muscles, clamping tightly around Duo's over-sensitized length.
“Damn, Heero,” he muttered before brushing sweat-soaked bangs from his lover's forehead and kissing him softly. “We good?”
He grunted. “Yeah.”
Duo grinned. “Never could resist me, could you?”
******
No, I can't resist him. He knows it. I know it. There's no point in lying about it. And if relationships were only based on sex, we'd be the healthiest couple I know. A relationship can't survive on sex alone, though... Not that we didn't try, mind you. Every time we get back together I'm immensely grateful I don't have an office to go to as I'm walking funny for at least the first week.
But sex can only get you by so far until some conversation is bound to arise. And that's where we always fuck it up... not in a good way, either.
******
“Just once, that's all I'm asking. Why the hell can't you at least pretend to care about what I do?”
Heero pursed his lips and returned to washing the dishes. “I listen to you sing around the house and I own your CDs.” 'All two of them,' he added silently. “Why should I have to go sit in an overcrowded bar that reeks of alcohol just to listen to what I can hear at home?”
“How about to support the one you love?” Duo asked snidely.
Heero turned to face his lover. Duo was dressed in his usual stage attire, skin-tight black leather pants and a white wife-beater covered with a zipper-filled leather jacket. He looked like sex on legs and it took everything Heero had to not jump him right there. Valiantly, he kept the disdain on his face and tossed the dishrag down in the sink.
“I'm not about to support you going out in public looking like that.”
Duo snarled. “What's wrong with looking my best?”
'Nothing,' Heero's mind supplied. “If you want to go out in public looking like a walking ad for KY, that's your business.”
Duo's leer was dangerous, at best. “Just jealous you don't have the same following, Heero?”
“Why would I want a bunch of slobbering idiots fawning over me?” 'Yeah,' Heero thought. 'I give it two more days, three at most, and he'll be gone again.' The thought wasn't a comforting one.
“They're not slobbering idiots, asshole. They're fans.”
“Whatever.”
Duo grunted. “So that's it? Afraid of the competition? I don't need this shit. The concert's on Friday. Show up if you want. I couldn't give a shit either way.”
******
Scratch that. Two more minutes was more like it.
He likes to taunt me. He knows he's got admirers on every corner and some small piece of his mind likes the fact that I know it, too. He wants me to get jealous. He wants me to feel privileged to be with him. I think it's time he learns two can play at that game. I've never played the field. I've never lacked for suitors. I just never felt the need to point it out. It's only been a week, but I don't think I feel like waiting for him to come back this time. Maybe once he sees my options aren't as limited as he seems to think they are, he'll start appreciating the fact that I choose to be with him.
Don't look at me like that. I never said I wasn't just as fucked up as he is.
******
---Maybe I was stupid

For telling you goodbye

Maybe I was wrong for

Tryin' to pick a fight
I know that I've got issues

But you're pretty messed up, too

Either way I found out

I'm nothing without you---
Duo scanned the crowd as the second song began drawing to an end. He didn't really expect to see Heero. They'd had the same argument before and his lover had yet to show up at one of his concerts. His eyes fell on the bar, a smirk coming to his lips as he saw Treize trying to chat up some new customer in pale, tight blue jeans that seemed sewn onto a perfectly shaped ass. His smirk dimmed as his eyes traveled up to the light blue, half-opened silk oxford that showed off a sculpted chest and made dark blue eyes all the more alluring.
The chorus died in his throat as he watched his lover send a sultry smirk his way before draining a drink and leaning his back to the bar, brows raising slightly. Duo clenched the microphone tightly when Heero cut his eyes to Treize and laughed softly.
Anger began tightening his chest when he realized Treize wasn't the only one paying close attention to his lover. Half the bar had their eyes on the sultry newcomer, and it was enough to make Duo see red. Heero had no business leaving the house dressed like he was looking for sex. And that was exactly what the Japanese man looked like.
Sharp lust ran through Duo when Heero turned, bending over the bar to ask for another drink and subsequently giving the whole place a nice view of his ass. Anger and lust, Duo mused, was probably a bad combination. He suddenly had the need to show everyone in there that Heero was his, and no one was going to change that if he had his way.
Duo shoved the microphone back on its stand and jumped from the stage. He stormed toward the crowd, barely registering the parting crowd as his eyes were locked on Heero. The Japanese man turned a curious eye in his direction as the music fell silent. He turned fully, lips curving once again into the sultry smirk that made Duo's blood boil.
Duo stopped a foot in front of him. “What the hell are you doin'?”
Heero raised an eyebrow. “I came to your concert, as requested.”
Duo ground his teeth. “Lookin' like a damn piece of ass tryin' to find someone to pound it!”
Blue eyes sparkled dangerously and he leaned forward slightly. “Maybe I am,” he whispered.
---Because we belong together now yeah

Forever united here somehow yeah

You got a piece of me

And honestly

My life would suck without you---
There was no other way to explain it other than Duo completely lost his control. He grabbed Heero by the back of his neck and pulled him flush to his chest, capturing his mouth in a brutal kiss. The Japanese man released a moan that vibrated through Duo's mouth and went straight to his groin. He shoved Heero's back to the bar, grinding his growing need into a matching hardness hidden behind his lover's jeans.
Heero slid his hands around Duo's waist and gripped handfuls of the firm ass he found, pulling them tighter together and thrusting against him. Duo growled into the kiss and pulled back only far enough to give Heero a stern glare before pushing him to the bathroom, door slamming behind them as he shoved Heero to the wall and devoured his mouth once again.
Heero clenched his hands on Duo's shoulders as the braided man kissed down his neck, hands unzipping his jeans and slipping inside. Heero spread his legs slightly and groaned at the attention Duo paid to his heavy cock. He looked down when Duo pulled his erection free and dropped to his knees, violet eyes blazing as they looked up to him.
“Maybe it's time I remind you exactly who you belong to.”
Heero didn't have time to respond as hot lips wrapped around his length and swallowed him whole. His grip tightened on Duo's shoulders and he cried out loudly. Duo was, undoubtedly a very talented person, and his mouth eagerly proved that singing wasn't the only thing it was an expert at.
It took all of his strength to resist pounding into the hot mouth. The tingling sensation in his stomach coiled tighter and his breathing grew erratic with gasping moans. Some people had alcohol. Others had drugs. For Heero, Duo was his addiction, and he knew he'd never get enough. Nothing compared to the heights the braided man drove Heero to.
A hand cupped his balls, massaging them almost roughly and Heero's back arched, head falling back as he screamed Duo's name with his release. Tremors shook his body as he slid down the wall and was pulled into his lover's arms.
Duo glanced to the side and swiped the cum from his bottom lip with his tongue as he looked up to see Treize and the crowd gathered behind him in the bathroom door, watching the pair with rapt attention. “Mine,” he mouthed, lips curving in the corners with a smirk.
******
I could be wrong, but I think we broke a record with that particular make-up session. And, to my knowledge, it's the first gig Duo ever walked out on half-way through. I can't say I was too upset about it, either; even if I couldn't quite make it out of bed the next day.
Sometimes I wonder if we don't subconsciously pull this shit just because the make-up sex is totally mind-blowing. But I have to be honest. It'd be nice if we could make it through at least one month without some sort of drama exploding between us.
******
---Being with you

Is so dysfunctional

I really shouldn't miss you

But I can't let you go---
Duo leaned into the bedroom, resting his cheek against the door frame as he watched his sleeping lover. He moved into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, brushing chocolate bangs from Heero's forehead. Dark blue eyes slit open and gazed up at him, a faint smile curving the Asian's lips. Duo sighed.
“Why do we keep doing this?”
Heero chuckled. “Because we're too stupid to give up.”
“Are we? Then what is it we keep doing?”
Heero shrugged. “Taking breaks,” he offered.
Duo laughed softly. “I guess.” He stretched out on his stomach beside his lover and propped his cheek on his fist. “Quat thinks we're crazy and that maybe we'd be better off if we found someone else.”
Heero frowned. “Tell Quatre to mind his own damn business if that's how he feels about it.”
The braided man shook his head. “He means well, Heero. He's just worried about us.” He grunted. “Wufei thinks we deserve each other.”
Heero rolled to his side to face Duo. “He's always thought that.”
Duo laughed. “Even when you two were dating?”
He wrinkled his nose. “If he thought so, he didn't mention it until we broke up and you and I got together.”
They lay in silence for several minutes before Duo rolled Heero to his back and stretched out on top of him, only Duo's loose pajama bottoms and the sheet between them. “Do you regret hooking up with me?”
Heero ran his hands down Duo's braid until he reached the end and slipped the tie from it, sliding his hands through the mass until it lay over them like a silken chestnut blanket. He pulled his lover down and pressed their lips together gently.
Duo braced himself on his forearms, prodding Heero's lips open and softly caressing his lover's tongue with his own. The minutes passed with lazy kisses, neither seeming too terribly concerned with things progressing any faster.
Heero ran his hands over Duo's back, trailing locks of hair between his fingers as he pulled the brunette as tight to him as he could. He tilted his head and allowed Duo to kiss down his neck and chest with a soft sigh of appreciation.
The sheet was pushed down and Duo tossed his pants over the side of the bed before reaching for the lube. He ran his hand lightly down Heero's side and curved under his thigh, prompting it to raise with a gentle push. He took his time stretching his lover.
Heero kept his breathing slow, blue eyes locked with violet as fingers tenderly and slowly caressed his insides. He smiled softly when Duo deemed him ready and pulled his fingers out. He wrapped his legs around his lover's waist and gripped the sheets as he was slowly entered in shallow thrusts until Duo was fully seated.
Duo leaned down and captured Heero's lips in a soft, languid kiss as he took him. There was no hurry. No mad dash to the end. Only a soft but steadily growing passion that ended with muffled cries of completion.
When Duo's breathing returned to normal, he raised up and looked down into sated blue eyes. Heero shook his head.
“No, I don't regret hooking up with you.”
Duo quirked an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
He shrugged, smirking. “As much as you suck... I guess it sucks worse when you're not here.”
---Because we belong together now yeah

Forever united here somehow yeah

You got a piece of me

And honestly

My life would suck without you
Because we belong together now yeah

Forever united here somehow yeah

You got a piece of me

And honestly

My life would suck without you---
******
No, it hasn't been sunshine and roses ever since. But he's only left once in the last seven months, and that was only for about two days. Maybe we'll never really get it right, but the alternative, a life without each other, would be far worse. After all, I do love the son of a bitch.
The end.
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