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He goes running	By : Aestas Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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More of the happy Duo in this one!

Duo POV

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So we end up walking a couple of blocks down and over to a movie theater. After a little bit of discussion we settled on an action comedy style movie that I wanted to see, that Heero and Trowa didn’t mind too terribly, and Quatre had never even heard of prior to today.

But, in all truth, I doubt Quatre watches a lot of television outside of the 24 hour news and stock market exchange channels. So it’s no wonder he’d never seen the movie advertised. Plus, I peg him more of the romantic comedy type.

Trowa, well, I think he was agreeing to a movie simply because it would cut a huge chunk out of the day spent together without any pressure of conversation.

And Heero…well, dark theater, shared popcorn, and the opportunity to let hands meet. Complete date experience, who’s going to argue that?

My reasoning? Repeat Heero’s. As cheesy as it sounds…totally true. Jaded, former male party boy extraordinaire turns into insecure, blushing virgin on his first date. I’m completely nervous, and somewhat giddy. Its completely ridiculous. I should have called this whole thing off before it even began. I’m an idiot.

GAH! So I refused snack or drink on basic principle. And the fact that its ridiculously overpriced…grr.

Heero’s hand on my arm made me nearly jump out of my skin. “Are you ok, Duo?”

Its truly pathetic how hard I’m breathing right now. I’m jumpy and horny, not a good combination. “I’m fine.” My answer was flat and not entirely convincing, but at least it was a feasible response.

Heero’s suspicious gaze let me know how little faith he had in that statement being truth, but he turned his head back towards the big screen anyways, allowing me to calm myself just a bit.

We bought the tickets knowing it was about half an hour until the next movie showing, so now we were sitting in the theater watching uninteresting and useless movie trivia and quotes from famous people scrolling across the screen to kill time until the previews start. Enthralling.

Quatre is sitting to my right, Heero to my left, and Trowa on the other side of Heero. Its like date night in grade school. I wish there was a way to have Q and Trowa sit next to each other without being completely obvious. Not gonna happen.

“Oh, before I forget…” Heero’s voice pulled me from my plottings on future Q and T hookup potential accidental meetings. “I was told to alert you to the fact that if you don’t call Hilde by tomorrow evening, she’ll castrate you.” His voice was mostly steady, but it held a healthy amount amusement with a trace of barely-concealed fear. As it should when dealing with a pissed-off-at-someone-other-than-yourself Hilde.

Wait, what?! Hilde? From Heero? “When did you speak with Hilde?” My voice sounded a little hysterical because I’m not sure what the hell is going on. Hilde is my friend, not Heero’s. Heero hurt me and caused me to ostracize myself from my happily coupled (…coupling? whatever) friends. Heero should be on Hilde’s lower-than-shit list. And yet, he’s obviously spoken to her more recently than me. I simultaneously feel guilty and betrayed. Not a pleasant feeling. So it quickly turned to pissed.

Heero turned to face me. “How else do you think I knew what your favorite foods were when I sent take-out to your place, or your address for that matter? The girls are the ones who told me what your favorite colors were so I could pick what types of flowers you’d like. I’m sorry, Duo; I thought you knew.”

I should have. I just took for granted the types of food he sent were ones I enjoyed. I hadn’t really thought about it. I didn’t really want to admit that I didn’t know, but then again, I guess my reaction kinda gave that away. Blah. I huffed as a pathetic response, but I couldn’t really think of anything else to do.

He leaned in close, breath sliding sinfully across my neck. “Of course, I wouldn’t mind helping out with your protection. You’re balls would be in good hands.”

Insert all spring-like crude sound effects you like, because that’s totally what happened. Holy shit! My body just tightened painfully, hard, muscles jumping, wetness making its first appearance of the night. My body shuddered in response, but I wouldn’t give in, not that easily. Not to such a blatant line. “You’re spending too much time around Zechs; you’re beginning to sound like him.” It was meant to cut through the bullshit, but it was a little too breathy to be as potent as I wanted.

Apparently, Heero wasn’t impressed. “If that flush on your face is the usual after-effect, its entirely worth it.” He dipped his head lower, brushing his nose across my neck and down to run into the collar of my t-shirt.

I had to bite my lip to withhold the groan that tried to surface. A muted noise stuttered its way out of my strangled throat, and Heero pulled back with a heat in his eyes that made me wonder if we’d get through the movie without my balls falling off.

Son of a bitch. As casually as I could manage, I shifted in my seat, trying to take the pressure off certain areas. It didn’t work, and Heero’s knowing smirk just irritated me. I made a big show of leaning back and exaggeratedly (yeah, I made that word up, too. Sue me.) turning back to the screen of useless movie trivia.

I heard him chuckle beside me, and turned more towards Q.

There was movement down the row of seats, and I vaguely registered a rather large woman with waayyy too many snacks to be consumed in a two-hour period counting seats and shuffling back and forth along the row. I caught enough of her body language to realize she was trying to arrange for a large group of people to take up the remaining seats in our row. Goodie.

If all those snacks are destined to be consumed by obnoxious kids, and said obnoxious kids become loud enough to interfere with my movie watching pleasure…some one (most likely many) will be duct taped to their seats with adhesive strategically placed across their faces. I promise I’ll try to leave at least one hole for them to breathe through.

Just saying…

I felt Q shift in his seat next to me and turned towards him just as he leaned over to speak to me. His voice was just a whisper. “I do hope you’ll enlighten me as to your reasoning for the farce of this match-making scheme.”

My head turned too quickly for me to feign ignorance. My reaction didn’t really matter judging by the smirk on his face. He continued, eyes still facing forward as if his words were completely casual. “You can pretend you’ve given it up if you’d like, but I’m better at reading people’s intentions than you seem to give me credit for.”

Gawd. Attacked from both sides. Maybe this movie with a chaperone thing wasn’t such a good idea. Having naughty time in theater seats over unforgiving armrests would be much more comfortable than the conversations I’ve been saddled with in the past few minutes. Sheesh!

Apparently something decided to work in my favor because at that time the curtains began to move and the lights dimmed slightly, indicating that the previews were about to start. I watched the trailers begin to roll by, grateful that I had a couple hour break from heavy conversations, when another group of people came in.

And, surprise, surprise!, they sat down in front of us. Le sigh, which means, I had to take my feet off the seat in front of me to prevent my amazing, hyper-active, bouncing foot (keeps me thin! Ha) from annoying the hell out of the person in residence in front of me. Sad. As they sat down, I realized that the tallest guy in the group sat down in front of Q, and stadium seating didn’t completely erase his head from the screen.

I watched Quat shift this way and that in his seat before I watched him sigh and slump in his seat. What a defeatist…the evil part of me grinned, uh, evilly (don’t say a word!) when I realized that Trowa was sitting on the end row and big lady on the end had her huge purse in the seat next to Quatre.

We were essentially trapped, so we couldn’t all just shift down one seat this way or that. Heehee. I leaned over Heero, vaguely noting how still he became with the movement, to speak to Trowa. “Hey, would you mind switching places with Quat, Trowa? This guy is too tall and blondie can’t see over him.” I did not speak quietly, and I had a lovely feeling of satisfaction shoot through me when tall guy shrunk a little in his seat, even if he was mumbling resentfully to his friends.

Yeah, I’m as irritating as cacti toilet paper right now, and I’m taking every one down with me!

Trowa turned to me. “That’s fine.” He stood and made his way over to us.

Quatre heard and was trying to play peacemaker as always. “No, it’s fine, Trowa. Thank you for your thoughtfulness, though; I can see well enough.” The blond was still seated, which worked perfectly because Trowa didn’t believe him and was now standing directly in front of us.

Trowa didn’t bother to try and address his excuses. His tone was bland as ever, taking some of the bite from his words. “You’re in my seat, Quatre.”

Blue eyes widened, shocked with his reply. Whether it was the blunt phrase or the fact that no one really ever talked to Mr. Winner in such a manner, I may never know, but I nearly swallowed my tongue to keep from laughing.

After a few blinks, Quatre seamed to shake himself out of it and stood to switch seats. I mentally cackled in merry evilness glee during the events that followed. The blond novice at movie watching, unknowing or forgetful about the limited amount of room in movie rows, stood normally, not in the crouched, space-conserving manner most people use trying to maneuver in small theaters. Which, of course, put him right up against the tall, former hacker in front of him.

This time blue and green eyes widened. Quatre pulled back quickly, realizing that his own and Trowa’s personal spaces were completely annihilated; however, there was no where to go as he pulled back, and ended up almost tripping over the armrest behind him. And, rather than let him fall back into the purse-laden seat on the other side of Q, Trowa’s hands quickly came up to grab his shoulders and pull the smaller man against his chest.

Sexy, sexy. Trowa’s green eyes smoldered for an instant before he caught himself. Stepping back neatly, he put space between them while still holding Quatre’s shoulders steady. Quatre’s ass was kinda in my face, so I couldn’t make out his expression, but I saw his head tilt up like he wanted Trowa to take advantage of the movement. More than likely he was just looking at Trowa’s face to see if he was mad, but I like the first version better.

Trowa’s eyes were locked on to Quatre’s for just an instant too long to be innocent. Heero’s cough broke up the eye-sex and made Quatre jump like he’d been shot. Bastard. I elbowed him hard in the stomach as Q dropped his head and ooched (yeah,yeah) his way past Trowa to the end seat.

Heero glared at me, and I glared right back as Trowa took Q’s former seat. “Switch me places, Heero.”

He stood. I was just planning to lift myself high enough to swing my butt up and over the armrest, but he took my hand and ‘helped’ me to standing harder than needed. I ended up pressed against him, chest to thigh, as he made too much of an issue inching around each other.

He was hard as a rock, and I was, too. But I was spared worrying about if anyone else would notice because the house lights went down in that moment.

Damn, guess the previews are over. I sat my ass down in the seat Heero was just in and prepared to watch the movie.

Then Heero’s hand was in the hair at the base of my neck pulling my face to his. He kissed me hard, sucking my lips, painting the inside of my mouth with his tongue. I felt myself sink into his kiss, surrendering. And he pulled back.

“You test my will like no other.” He whispered against my lips as his forehead rested against mine. It made me feel better that he was out of breath, too.

Heero’s hand slid down my neck, releasing me as he turned to face the movie, but I felt a light surge of pleasure in the fact that he left his hand resting on the armrest for me to take his hand if I wanted to.

I wanted to, and slid my hand across the back of his. Instantly, it turned over and laced our fingers together. I realized then, that maybe he just liked having his arm resting on the armrest. That was kinda the point of the whole wood and metal thing between the seats. But I liked my original thought process better.

I don’t remember much about the movie to tell you the truth.

It was late afternoon after the movie let out, but I really didn’t want the day to end. Not too sure about Trowa, but it seemed as if the other two felt the same, so we decided to walk around a bit. We ended up in a nearby park, though I use the term loosely. It was really a school playground with an open field and a walking trail. But it served our purposes well enough.

Quatre was sitting in a swing, and I was giving him a little push. Heero was sitting in one of the other swings while Trowa leaned against one of the bars that made up the base. Quatre’s voice drifted back to me. “How did you and Heero meet? I mean, I know you met on vacation, but what were the specifics?”

I laughed, unable to resist the opportunity to stick it to Heero a bit. “He saw my amazingly good looks and threw himself at my feet, quite literally.” It was a bit overdramatic, but true nonetheless.

Heero and Trowa both snorted simultaneously which sent Quatre into a fit of laughter before he could turn it into a cough.

“He was on the beach while I was out jogging, and I tripped in the sand. I dropped my key and he gave it back to me.” Heero’s voice had a bit of an annoyed quality.

I couldn’t let it die, though. “He tripped because he was checking me out.”

“I tripped because you kicked up so much sand with your little dance.” Heero was back to making fun of me. I missed it more than I should.

Trowa actually spoke up then, amusement clear in his voice. “Heero’s the most graceful man I know. He’s proficient in several forms of martial arts; he doesn’t trip easily. My vote goes with Duo on this one.”

Triumph was clear on my face as Heero sent a glare to an unrepentant Trowa. But he still tried to defend himself. “He was trying to perform a form in Tai Chi, I was mentally correcting his mistakes.”

“So much so that you created your own. I still go with Duo’s theory.” Trowa was freaking awesome. I hearted him so much right then.

I was laughing along with Quatre as the two stared each other down. “Admit it, Heero. You were coveting me and my gloriousness. Can’t say that I blame you.” I sighed loudly and Heero’s glare shifted to me.

But then the glare went sly and warning bells sounded in my head.

“I my have thrown myself at your feet, but at least I stayed conscious, Mr. Glorious.” This time it was his turn to look triumphant.

I refused to rise to the bait. I tilted my head, put my finger to my chin, and pursed my lips looking thoughtful. “Mr. Glorious? I like it; I may have you call me that next time we’re naked together.” I nodded confidently, and smiled wickedly when I heard Quatre choke on a gasp in front of me.

But Trowa was better at not being distracted by my perverse nature. “What’s this about consciousness?” Ok, not so much hearting the tall one right now.

Heero fell right in line. “Our next meeting consisted of Duo throwing himself in my lap and feinting.” Quatre was laughing hysterically, and even Trowa was chuckling at my expense. Bastards all.

“I did not feint! I passed out after I tripped over your stupid in-the-middle-of-nowhere beach chair, and cut myself pretty deeply I might add, because I spent too much time in the sun without proper hydration.” I worked myself up into a proper huff.

But Trowa didn’t seem sympathetic at all. “So you feinted because you’re an idiot.”

They all laughed at that one as I glared furiously at Trowa. He’s so gonna get it. Just you wait, Henry Higgins! Uh, sorry.

Heero stopped laughing. Ok, so I didn’t mind being the butt of the jokes if it got a full fledged laugh out of the solemn one. He had a nice laugh…I liked it. “After he passed out, I took him up to my room, bandaged the cut…”

“Wound! It was huge.” I broke in as he rolled his eyes at me.

“Bandaged the cut, shoved two bottles of water down his throat, and let him lay down with his foot propped up until he started feeling better.” Heero conveniently left off the part where I ended up on the floor. Le sigh…good times.

“Then we went to lunch together, and I convinced him to go out dancing with me and my vacation-mates.” I leered at him during that last part, I couldn’t help it. He had been so uber sexy.

“You went dancing?” Trowa was a little more than shocked. And I was a little more than proud.

Heero shifted uncomfortably. “Duo taught me how.”

“We should all go!” I was mentally singing: ‘I’m gonna be evil, I’m gonna be evil!’ as I continued. “I’ll call up Hilde and Noin, and after I’ve gotten my balls back from my estranged lesbian friends, we should go again. It’d be like a triple date…no, ok. So not a triple date. I’ll hunt down someone for you, Q, and I’m sure Trowa could make his own conquest at the bar as hot as he is! It’ll be fun! What do you say?”

I watched as my words landed where they were supposed to. Heero was chuckling about the getting my balls back part. Trowa’s face darkened and looked positively like he was going to kill me when I mentioned finding another date for Quatre. Q-ball looked discretely over at Trowa during the ‘conquest’ part and flushed before looking back at the ground.

“I don’t dance.” Trowa’s words sounded so familiar. Huh, wonder why?

“Puh-lease. If I can teach Heero to dance, I can teach you.” I rolled my eyes, and caught a little bit of a hopeful gleam in Quatre’s eyes.

“You will not.” Heero’s voice was strongly opposed. “Not in the same manner you taught me.”

My smile went wicked in remembrance. Trowa raised a brow. “Maybe its worth seeing after all.”

Heero’s face promised physical retribution and Trowa just laughed.

We spent the afternoon together, just talking. It was fun, and everyone seemed to get along really well. I wasn’t really expecting that, but I’m fully in favor of it. Now my biggest concern (after maintaining my cajones during my upcoming Hilde reconciliation) is to play on jealousy and try to set Q up with someone else, or to let things mature naturally. Trowa’s coming around well…I need to think on it a little more. I can’t help the evil little smirk that settles on my mouth as I watch Quatre speaking animatedly between Trowa and Heero as we walk the few blocks back to my place.

This is going to be great!

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Ah, in tune with my inner mischief maker once again. Man, I missed this version of Duo. Hope you liked it! Drop me a line and let me know whether you want a bit of jealousy between Q and T or not. I'm still trying to decide. I've got scenarios for each, but am ultimately still wavering.

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