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Drug Trip	By : Zethsaire Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male > Heero/Duo Views: 790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Notes: Something went SERIOUSLY WRONG when I uploaded this chapter. This is as readable as I can get it. Please let me know if it's so bad you literally can't read it. I think...it might have fixed itself? I don't know. It's being weird, let me know if it affects you guys on your end, please.

Anyways, regular disclaimers:

Currently the couples in this fic are 5x6, SxOC and 2xOC. (Yes, yes...boooooo and all that.) There will be more in the future but I really don't feel like ruining everything by writing out a huge list of couples. You'll just have to wait! But I can guarantee that if you don't like 1x2, this fic ain't for you!

I would also like to add that I don't condone illegal drug abuse. It fucks up a lot of things for a lot of people...that's kind of the point of this story. Obviously if you DO choose to do drugs, that's your decision and I'm not condemning you by any means, but I'm also not actively promoting drug use with this fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the any of the characters, universe, etc. etc. I don't plan on making money of this fic in any way. It is for pure enjoyment and writing practice only! That being said, the writing is still mine, and as a creative concept, it still belongs to me, so please ask before re-posting. Thanks!

Chapter 9

Monday, March 24th, AC 204, 10:30 am

Wufei was completely blindsided by Heero's appearance, to say the least. When Heero had mentioned that he could be effeminate, Wufei hadn't been expecting to see Yamato Saito, ex-hooker, in all of his tarnished glory. He barely recognized Yuy's face under all of the makeup. His hair had some kind of styling product in it, and it was unbound, falling down around his shoulders in waves. He was wearing a ridiculous long-sleeved top without shoulders, cut straight across the chest and striped in wide black and white stripes. Under that he had very slimming black pants tucked into black boots with three inch heels. If that wasn't garish enough, he had layered himself with accessories – a wide jeweled belt washed in silver, several silver rings, and about a dozen flashing bangles on his wrists.

To make it all worse, he was actually swaying down the hall towards Wufei, his hand on Duo's arm, laughing in a disturbing falsetto and making gestures with his other hand. It was the perfect disguise – no one could ever recognize Heero Yuy in that; not Quatre, not Relena, not anyone. If Wufei hadn't seen Heero pre-makeover, he would never have believed it was him, underlying bone structure be damned.

Heero kept the act all the way down the hall, saying a few shameless things to Wufei with a coy smile before following Wufei into his office. As soon as the door was closed, he dropped the fake voice. He handed Wufei his contract and said, "Your security has some serious holes in it."

Wufei, relieved that they were going to get down to business, asked, "What did you notice Yuy?"

"As much as I appreciate being treated with respect, your security should have challenged me at least once. Just because I came in with Duo does not mean I should be able to get all the way to your office without at least being searched. For all they know, I could be packing heat."

"Not in that outfit." Duo snorted.

Heero raised his eyebrows a little, and smiled. "You should know better then that Duo, considering how much junk you used to keep in your pockets." He then pulled a gun from somewhere, (Wufei wasn't really sure he wanted to know where, exactly,) and tossed it onto the table. "Even if you, Duo, Zechs and Une are perceptive enough to detect such threats, I doubt the rest of your security guards are. That's why they should check."

Turning to Wufei, he continued his critique. "The security camera coverage needs work. I can guarantee that they couldn't even see me on camera half the time, and it was obvious that hardly any of the cameras have been repaired since I was here last. I saw several documents out on desks that should have been filed away in a secure location, and I picked this up along the way. Someone needs to have a talk with Agent Sullivan about leaving sensitive information out in the open."

Heero showed Duo and Wufei a folded paper, which was covered in security codes. Duo whistled through his teeth, and Wufei fought down the urge to knock some sense into that particular agent right then and there. Instead, he took a deep breath, and took the paper from Heero, making a note to have some discussions with the staff.

"You two should have noticed this sooner." Heero said accusingly. "Especially you, Duo. Breaking and entering is your specialty."

Duo got rather red in the face, whether from anger or embarrassment, Wufei didn't know, but before Duo could begin the heated reply Wufei could practically see forming in his mind, Wufei stepped in instead.

"You see Yuy, about six years ago, our chief of security disappeared without a word, leaving us rather short-handed. Duo and I were busy taking care of personal matters at the time, and handed off the responsibility to someone else. He isn't the best, but he's what we have. Since then, we have had our hands full doing our own work, and haven't had the time to make sure that security was doing theirs."

Heero glared at Wufei for a moment before dropping his eyes. "Just because I screwed up doesn't give you an excuse."

"Well I have done something about it - I hired you. I know the situation is bad; fix it."

"...you promised I wouldn't be working for Preventers."

"You won't. I will need you to write up everything you want to fix and your plan for fixing it. Then I'll have a team make the repairs and have you check in with us to make sure it's done properly."

"I can do that." Heero said with confidence. As long as he didn't have to talk to Une.

"Good. If you give me your paperwork, I'll have Une approve it and get you a check for whatever equipment you will need. Make me up an list and have Duo drop it off tomorrow, and I will see that you get your supplies."

"You can use my laptop, if you want." Duo offered. "I never use it for work because Demetri handles all the financial stuff for our business, but the security on it should be up to your standards."

"Thank you. It will probably take a while for the team to complete everything I have to say about the security system." Heero told them honestly. "But I can get some better basic protections put in place if I have access to the Preventers' security system. As for what you can do, I would start with changing all the pass codes."

"Ooooh...they wont' like that." Duo warned.

"When they bitch, ask them if they'd like to be in charge of the funerals for all the agents whose lives will be lost if that information is leaked." Heero said icily.

Duo grinned. "It's good to have you back Heero."

"Yes, well...it's good to be back." Heero said, sounding surprised that he meant it. Then he turned to Wufei and said, "I'll go get started then. Thank you, Wufei." He bowed his head in respect, but Wufei waved him off.

"Just do your job Yuy."

As soon as he got up, Heero threw his arm around Duo and got that disturbingly vapid look on his face again. "Duo, darling, you have got to take me home to see your office. It would be so much more...intimate." And he giggled. Giggled.

Wufei watched them go and shook his head. How had he ever thought Yuy was attractive?

Monday, March 24th, AC 204, 11:30 am

"I think its safe to say that no one suspects you." Duo said, when they'd returned to his apartment.

"That's the idea." Heero told him, sitting down in the chair in Duo's office/bedroom. He waited for Duo to unlock the various protections on his laptop, not bothering to try to hack his way through. Security in the rest of the building might be lax, but Duo was as paranoid as ever, and he had always been the best at keeping his files secure.

"There ya go, unlimited access to the Preventers' security system. Good luck – it's a mess."

Heero took one look at the files and groaned. Things looked even worse on this end then he'd thought they'd be. "I suppose I deserve this."

"Yeah, probably." Duo sounded way too happy about this situation.

"God, this is going to take forever."

Duo laughed. "I'll bring you some coffee later. I've got to get back to Preventers."

Heero said goodbye and settled into his work. The current programmer at Preventers knew his code, but he didn't keep anything laid out the way he should have. Heero spent most of the day slogging through old code, fixing holes in security and streamlining all the processes of their system. After getting everything laid back out in an orderly fashion, he would be able to better tell where leaks, viruses and other problems were, and just how much work it was going to take to fix.

It was tedious going at best. He hadn't programmed anything in years, and for a while, he just stared at the code, not understanding what he was looking at. But his hands remembered how to script, and he was able to relax and just let his mind drift while he worked, and get at least a decent start on this monumental project. When he'd agreed to work on this, he hadn't realized it would require more then a few visits to Preventers. At this rate was never going to get laid.

Duo came home around five, with his promised coffee in hand. Heero took it gratefully, and was more then happy to turn off Duo's laptop and settle down back out on the futon. It was good to be working again, but it was more then a bit of a change for his brain, and he felt more tired then if he'd been doing strength training all day long. His brain felt full for the first time in forever; he hadn't forced himself to learn or work or even think for the past six years, and he'd gotten lazy. Well that would just have to change.

He would have been more then happy to just drink his high calorie shake and eat a sandwich, but Duo had stopped for take out on the way home. Duo was so excited about it that Heero didn't have the heart to tell him he didn't really eat Thai food any more. Duo talked while they ate, and told Heero stories about their new recruits, and how terrible they were, and that at least three of them couldn't decide whether Wufei or Duo was more intimidating.

"I got to put one overconfident kid in his place already, but there's a few who will probably need it again." Duo grinned, with a rather sadistic look in his eyes. "I just wish we could have you kick their ass – I'm big enough now that some people think twice before taking their shit up with me. If we have any overconfident ones, I want them weeded out now, before we send them out to the field."

"You could always invite Quatre to show them how it's done. I'm sure they'd love getting beaten by a small, blonde musician."

"I'm considering it." Duo said seriously. "Every year since the war it's gotten worse. We got all the qualified people up front, and now we're getting rich kids who are bored, or guys who think they have something to prove."

"Mmm. I'll stick to fixing the mechanics behind the system. You can deal with the stupid hotheads."

"Remember that when you get to talk to everyone about security leaks." Duo snickered.

"Ah, but I only have to write down their various faults. Wufei is the one who will have to actually talk to them."

Duo laughed. "Good point. He likes doing that."

Monday, March 31st, AC 204, 5 pm

The next week kept Heero very busy. He took his methadone and smoked through an entire carton of pot cigarettes, but he managed not to take any harder drugs. He also suffered through a session at Sally's clinic in the regen unit. He had to lay there for hours while the unit attempted to fix the damage to his spine, which would have been extremely boring if Sally hadn't kept him company. She was the one who insisted that he stay extra on his first session, so she graciously decided to stay with him. They talked about their friends, and Sally started to catch Heero up on everything he'd missed while he was away.

All in all, Heero was doing quite well. He didn't even go out at night, he stayed home and worked on the mess that was Preventers' security system. When he finally turned in his report to Wufei, it was an entire packet of papers, including all the code faults, the equipment that needed to be replaced, details on which Preventers' members were the highest priority security leaks, and an entirely new security procedures manual.

Duo was busy working to implement the new procedures – Wufei had chosen him to oversee the security team. Since he didn't like to hang out at Preventers, Heero took a cab home. There were packages waiting for him on the doorstop, probably the promised high-calorie shake powder Sally said she would make up for him. One of the packages was an sealed envelope. At first, Heero thought it must have been for Duo, but all of the packages had his name on them in flowing cursive.

He brought them all inside and set them on the table. Before he even opened them, he went to the cabinet and got a glass to mix his high-calorie powder in. It was reflex at this point; he was drinking one three times a day, and even in only a week, he was starting to notice a difference. His clothes were getting a little tighter, and his muscles were starting to fill back out again. He would probably have to get new pants if he put on too much more weight, but if he kept himself in shape and gained healthy weight, he would probably keep his slim body build and not have to buy new shirts.

Shake in hand, he sat down at the table and opened his packages. The first one was exactly what he thought it would be; four more bottles of the high-calorie powder mix. The next one had a note on top of it that said, From Mai. Inside was a neatly folded pile of clothes. They were larger then the ones he was wearing right now and obviously were for Heero to grow into. There were three shirts in it, all of them looked home made. They were gorgeous – each one had a hand-dyed Asian design in it, and were lovingly stitched, also probably by hand. There was also a pair of loose pants inside – once he'd gained some weight, they would hang very well on him.

The last package was the envelope. This one also had a note inside, hand-written in Sally's flowing script.

Heero, I've been keeping these for a while now. I had decided if you didn't keep in contact with me for longer then six months, I would turn them over to Duo and tell him where'd you been. But since you came home on your own, I thought you should have them. I don't know what you'll make of them, but I thought you should be the one to see them.

Love,

Sally

Heero put the note aside and looked at the stack of papers. He was more then surprised to see they were drawings. All of the papers were done on cheap newsprint, and most of them had stains and wrinkles in them. They were done in what looked like a combination of cheap pencil, crayon and chalk. He must have done them on the street, or maybe in a homeless shelter.

Apparently he was a decent artist. He'd drawn before, but mostly schematics and battle plans. This was something else entirely. They were portraits – drawings of his friends. There were dozens of pictures here, some drawn from memory from the war; Trowa working on his Gundam, Wufei meditating in a bunker, Quatre and Trowa playing their instruments together. Some were from the news – Sally and Wufei presenting their child to the Long Clan elders, Quatre at a concert, and Trowa with Relena at a benefit.

Then there were the pictures of Duo. Most of the stack was drawings of Duo – awake, asleep, at work with Howard, at the Preventers, piloting his Gundam, playing video games, laughing, crying, having a complete breakdown. He'd drawn Duo in every medium he could get his hands on, drifting from one memory to the next, occasionally surfacing from his drug-induced memory trips to draw something from the present.

The last two images changed everything. The first one was a simple line drawing of Duo, sitting at a table with a mug of coffee, with a particularly strange look on his face. It was an emotion that Heero couldn't define – it was definitely something he'd never seen on Duo's face before. It was sort of like happiness, and sort of like hopelessness. Could this be Duo...showing love? Heero stared at it for a very long time. He knew he had zero creative talent where emotions were concerned. He wouldn't have been able to draw Duo looking like this unless he'd seen this look before. But where would he have seen that expression, unless...he saw Duo with Demetri? Heero's stomach turned, and he flipped to the last picture in the stack.

He stared at it in shock. This...this couldn't be real. It was a full illustration drawn in pen and shaded in an array of different colors; probably whatever he could get his hands on. It was the only picture in the entire stack where he had also drawn himself.

In this picture, he and Duo were lying on a mattress in a safe house, completely naked. They had very obviously just had sex, and the strange expression from the previous picture was on both Duo's face as well as his own. He...remembered this. It had been just after a particularly exhausting three-day mission. He had been out of his drug for days and hadn't had a chance to get any more from the drop points J usually left it at. Duo had been at the safehouse, and had been bored out of his mind. He'd asked Heero to go out with him, which usually involved finding the nearest college party and inviting himself in. He hadn't expected Heero to agree, but had been thrilled when Heero did.

After that, his memory was hazy. He'd gotten blackout drunk, and suspected he'd been slipped some sort of party drug as well. Knowing his track record, it was probably ecstasy. Whatever the case, he'd woken up the next day under a blanket next to Duo, dressed only in his underwear.

Needless to say, Heero was not okay with this. He'd completely freaked out, demanding that Duo tell him what was going on. Duo had sworn to him that nothing happened, and that Heero had just stripped down and passed out on the only available comfortable surface. Since that happened to be the only bed in the safe house, and Heero hadn't woken up when Duo laid down next to him, he'd fallen asleep there too. Duo had promised they hadn't had sex.

Heero put the drawing down with shaking hands. His hands went to his pocket, and he pulled out one of his pot cigarettes. There was still a few packs left in his carton, and he was determined to work through them while he took time to think. He sat there at the table in a cloud of pot smoke, trying to hold himself in the present. But his drug-riddled brain just kept sliding back into the past.

It had been a very long week. First he'd had to infiltrate a base in what turned out to be a strenuous three-day mission. Heero wasn't suited to infiltration; usually Trowa or Duo took those missions. However, they were both busy with their own assignments, so Heero had been informed he would be taking their place. It wouldn't have been so bad if his drug supply hadn't ran out on the second day. Without his normal boost of chemicals to keep him awake and functioning, Heero had been binged on stims to get through the mission.

When he had returned to the safe house, there was no one else there. Though normally Heero preferred it that way, it also made it nearly impossible to get the rest he needed. Without anyone to watch his back, Heero took more stims and cat-napped to get through the two days that followed. He knew how tired he was; he didn't dare try to get to the drop point to retrieve his supply of drugs. There was too much risk of getting caught. On the other hand, he was starting to feel withdrawal from the drug, and it was affecting everything about him. Thoughts and feelings he normally didn't even remember he could have kept pushing their way to the surface, making it impossible to concentrate on repairing Wing and staying awake.

Duo arriving at the safe house was a mixed blessing. The other boy was also tired, having spent the last two weeks on a much more involved infiltration mission of his own. Usually that meant he would pass out on the mattress of the safe house until he was ready to spring awake, filling the house with endless chatter. Instead, Duo was quiet and withdrawn, and insisted that Heero get some rest while he watched the monitors for any sign of detection.

Heero had been too tired to argue with him. Duo was always much better with words then Heero was anyway. When he woke up some twelve hours later, his body wanted a hit so badly he had to use all his torture resisting training to keep from screaming out loud. He suggested they go out, partly because he was hoping alcohol would take the edge off, and partly because Duo had seemed...off. If Heero didn't know better he would have said Duo was depressed. The normally cheerful and talkative pilot was very quiet and reserved, and Heero couldn't stand it.

The alcohol did wonders to loosen Heero's inhibitions. He even danced with Duo a bit, which shocked the other pilot, but seemed to please him. Then someone had put something in his drink, and Heero remembered feeling better then he ever had in his entire life. He'd kissed Duo on the mouth in front of everyone, much to some of the squealing college girl's delight.

Everything else he remembered...well, until now, he'd been convinced it had been a bad dream from the combined drug withdrawal, exhaustion, and his excessive drinking. Clearly, that hadn't been the case.

Duo was more then surprised by Heero's outright displays of affection. Though after the third kiss, he'd stopped trying to shove Heero off of him. Heero didn't know why, but he couldn't get enough of Duo. Touching him felt so good, having his hands on Duo, his tongue in Duo's mouth – all of it was amazing.

He'd never had sex before. Hell, he'd barely even jacked off before. Usually his cock was unresponsive, though whether that was from the drugs or mental training, he wasn't sure. But that night...he was hard before he knew what was going on, and everything he did with Duo sent shudders of want down his spine. He'd never wanted like this before, not even when he was suffering from withdrawal. This was something new, something primal that Heero couldn't resist.

Duo managed to get them back to the safe house before Heero fucked him in front of an entire room of college students. Once the door was locked and the security system re-activated, all of his protests stopped. He responded to Heero's timid sexual advances with an aggressiveness that should have frightened Heero, but instead, only made him harder.

He let Duo take charge, only helping with the comparatively easy task of removing their clothes. After that well...it was all sort of a blur of pleasure. He didn't even remember who was on top, if that term could even have been applied to the way they kept finding new ways to entangle themselves together. He did remember the taste of Duo's cum in his mouth, and having the most explosive orgasm he ever had or ever would experience in his entire life. He'd even collapsed in Duo's arms, managing to not only fall asleep with someone within his personal space, but voluntarily putting his head on Duo's shoulder and his arm around his waist, falling asleep to the sound of Duo's breathing.

And then he'd woken up. And Duo had lied to him. Why would he have done that? The whole thing certainly explained some of the other interactions he'd had with Duo later on, and why Duo had been so angry when Heero wouldn't sleep with him after the war. His excuse of training and reflexes and drug withdrawal didn't even apply since he'd managed to unwind enough to fuck Duo during the war, when all of those things had been so much worse. If Duo had just told him maybe they could have -

The sound of the door opening thrust him rather violently out of memories and into the present. It was Duo, of course, arriving later then usual. He had takeout with him, as he often did when he worked past eight. Heero met his cheerful smile with a glare and a snarl of rage, and didn't even wait for Duo to sit down before going on the defensive.

"Why the fuck did you lie to me?" He spat.

Duo faltered, taken aback by the violent greeting. He toed his shoes off and set the food on the counter before answering Heero's accusation. "What are you talking about?"

"This." Heero snarled, picking up the drawing and shoving it in Duo's face. "You told me we never slept together. You promised!"

Duo took the picture from Heero with trembling hands. He tried to deflect by looking at the cloud of pot smoke, which had spread to most of the apartment by now. "You're just high, Heero."

"I am not high!" Well, objectively he probably was, but he'd built up such a tolerance for pot it probably wasn't affecting him anyways. "Sally sent those to me. I apparently drew them on the street. Why the hell would I have drawn something like that if it didn't happen?"

"Because!" Duo snapped back, "Everyone has dreams and fantasies Heero. And you were probably out of your mind anyways. There's no reason to think that this proves anything." His words were cold and threatening, warning Heero to back off from this issue.

Heero had no intention of doing so. "I remember it. I know we slept together. I got fucked up and then we screwed each other. I know we did!"

"So what if we did! You don't have to be such an ass about it!" Duo spat back at him, before instantly realizing his mistake.

"I knew it!" Heero was up and out of his chair before Duo could say anything else.

Duo dodged the first punch and narrowly missed getting clocked by the second. "What the fuck are you so mad about?" He asked, twisting behind Heero as he tried to grab Duo. Clearly Heero's combat skills were no longer up to Duo's par.

"You're the one who almost had a nervous breakdown at the thought that we might have slept together in the same bed. I sure as fuck wasn't going to find out what you'd do if you realized your control had slipped enough to let another living, breathing person actually touch you."

Heero lunged for him again but Duo twisted out of his grasp once more. "It was my first time dammit. I'd never, ever, let anyone in to touch me like that, and you just blew it off like it was nothing."

"I blew you off? You have got to be fucking kidding me! You didn't even remember it the next day! It couldn't have been that great if you couldn't remember we'd even touched each other. And then, after the war you still wouldn't let me touch you! Apparently you only bother to remember sex when you're getting paid for it!"

Heero stopped moving, struck numb by Duo's words.

"I'm sorry." Duo said instantly, and went to put his hand on Heero's shoulder. Heero flinched away from him. Duo's words were too raw in his mind for him to accept such a half-assed apology.

"Don't."

"But-"

"Just don't!" Heero snarled. His hands were shaking. This wasn't happening. All the work they'd put into making their shaky relationship work since he'd reappeared was falling apart. He craved the drug with his entire being, wanting to drown in it, hide back in that dark, cold place and never re-surface. Since he couldn't have that, heroin would take his memories away; it would make everything better. And so much worse.

"I didn't mean it." Duo asked carefully, clearly not trusting his own mouth not to betray him further.

"Yes, you did."

"I always get like that when I fight. You know me, I have a big mouth. I didn't mean to imply that-"

"That I can only have sex now because I'm a whore." Heero said acidly. Duo should have known better. No matter how upset he was he should learn to watch was he was saying before saying something so stupid.

"I'll go get you a cigarette." Duo said, for lack of anything else to do to try to break them out of the impasse they had gotten into.

"Don't bother, I'm going out." He said, grabbing blindly for his jacket and phone. It was early enough that Cornelius' house would probably be a combination of orgies and strung out junkies, but Heero didn't care. He had to get a hit. He didn't care.

"But, Heero-" Duo sounded desperate, but Heero pushed past him, knowing if he stopped and looked at Duo, he'd never make it out the door.

"Don't wait up for me."

End Chapter 9

Author's Notes: Holy shit, an almost completely new chapter. I know, it's short, and a day late, I'm sorry. Life, and all that. Anyways, I hope you guys like it! Let me know, as always if there are mistakes; I miss a bit being my own beta reader.

I'm excited about this story again! I mean, it's ansty and terrible, but it's a romance. That's what makes romance good. Usually I like to make everything turn out well instantly, and it ruins the story. Anyways, enough rambling about me!

Zethsaire, out!
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