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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: Currently the couples in this fic are ...none. You'll just have to read it to see what happens! But I can guarantee that if you don't like 1x2, this fic ain't for you!

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 Three

Thursday, March 20h, AC 204

Duo knew it should bother him that Heero had been gone all night last night, and all afternoon the day before, but he didn't care. Even though he knew what Heero had been doing (if he couldn't have guessed, Heero's guilty expression had given it away,) it didn't bother him the way he thought it probably should. Part of it could be that his brain really couldn't connect what he knew of Heero with the concept of working the corner. It might also have been that he'd been friends with plenty of prostitutes growing up, and hadn't thought less of any of them for it. Life was hard on the streets; you made ends meet however you could.

What did bother him was that he really didn't think that Heero was okay with the entire thing. The boy he knew from the war wouldn't have ever considered selling himself for money. Jumping out of buildings, blowing himself up for the cause, yes. But for personal gain? Heero hadn't had a concept of 'personal gain.' He had also been completely clueless when it came to interpersonal relations; especially if they were sexual in nature. If doing this was bothering Heero, Duo wanted to help him find a way out. Surely there was something else Heero could do that didn't involve either killing anyone or giving himself away.

Then again, how could he know whether it was bothering Heero or not? The Heero he thought he knew was not the same as the Heero living with him now. Duo claimed to be Heero's best friend, but since Heero had returned, Duo had realized that he actually didn't know Heero at all. Heero laughed easier now, but he also brooded and sulked more, got high and slept around. If Duo didn't know Heero was the same person, he never would have believed it. During the war Heero had been about as sexual as a slab of concrete. This morning, Heero had come sauntering in as Duo was getting ready to leave, wearing very low cut, slim fitting leather pants and a half-buttoned red silk shirt. He'd tried not to stare, really, he had, but it was somewhat of a shock.

In short, Duo had a lot of catching up to do. He didn't know what Heero liked or disliked, what he did in his free time or what he talked about. He had no way to predict Heero's behavior, or know what he would be able to talk Heero into doing, or not doing. Did he still value his life, or was he going to try to throw it away again? Did their friendship still mean something? Was...was Heero going to leave him again? He didn't like not having answers for those kinds of questions.

Still, he had learned a few things, and Heero had only been back for five days. He knew Heero still liked video games, though he had been surprised when Heero joined in for a co-op mission the other night and managed to use more colorful language then Duo had. He still had to fight Heero to get him to eat anything; even with how much weight Heero had lost, he was as uninterested in food as always. He knew that Heero liked to smoke, and he hadn't turned down Duo's offer of beer with their meals. That actually made Duo happy – he'd gotten sick of Heero harping on his smoking all the time, and if Heero liked to drink, maybe Duo could persuade him to go clubbing. He didn't really have anyone to go drinking with, unless Quatre was in town.

Thoughts of Heero kept his mind busy as he headed to work. Duo had bought into a shipping and installation business about four years ago, once he'd finally realized that Heero wasn't coming back. The business had been small at first, but through Wufei, he had been able to get some major contracts from the Preventers, and the business had grown. They had four full-time delivery drivers, and were in the process of hiring two more.

Demetri, the other owner, took care of all of the legal side of the business; he liked paperwork and numbers, and was good at it. Duo handled all their high end clients, and did most of the liaison work for the Preventers. They got along well as partners, and had been dating on and off for the last four years.

Today he had a major delivery for the Preventers. Last night, he and one of the other drivers had loaded everything onto the big semi they used for Preventers' deliveries, but it would still take most of the day to get everything unloaded and ready for installation. Wufei and Duo had helped re-design the training facilities, and Duo was in the process of building them. He didn't actually have to do everything himself; Preventers had their own mechanics who handled most of the grunt work. Duo made sure they installed everything according to plan and set up the more advanced parts of the training program himself.

After unloading for most of the morning, Duo was able to take lunch around one o'clock. Actually, he could have taken lunch whenever he wanted, but since the rest of his crew didn't get to eat until one, that's when he went to lunch as well. After making sure everything was turned off and safely put away for the afternoon shift; he headed up to Wufei's office, which took up a decent part of the third floor.

Wufei often griped about having to do so much paperwork, and also made comments about how he didn't need a secretary (of which he had two,) or such lavish office space. He wasn't fooling anyone. After the Maremia incident, Wufei had changed. He pursued more non-violent solutions to problems, and devoted himself more to his martial arts then weapons and machinery. He still believed in fighting to protect those who otherwise could not defend themselves, but he tried very hard to avoid killing anyone while doing so.

He had opened a local dojo recently, and taught his students self-discipline, and to only use their art to protect themselves and others. Une had pulled him from the field after that, moving him to a training position instead. The trainees may not have appreciated her decision, but they were more ready for battle with Wufei as their teacher then they had ever been before. And on the rare occasions that Wufei did go out into the field, he reminded everyone why he was one of the highest ranking Preventers officers.

Wufei was at his desk, as expected, frowning over paperwork. He was kneading his forehead absentmindedly, peering at the documents through slim oval glasses. Duo had only made the mistake of making fun of his glasses once; Wufei had punched him so hard he'd broken his nose. He'd apologized afterwords, but had refused to tell Duo why it pissed him off so much. Duo still didn't know why he'd done it, but he'd left the issue of glasses alone after that.

"Hey Fei, wanna get some lunch?"

Wufei glanced up at him, his eyes narrowing at the use of his pet name, but he sighed and put down his papers. "I'd love to." He took his glasses off and set them carefully beside his keyboard, stretched, and stood up.

"You work too hard Wufei."

Wufei snorted. "Sometimes I miss just blowing things up without having to fill out six different forms first."

"You and me both buddy."

"It's good to see you, Duo." Wufei took his jacket off the back of his chair and headed for the door. "The cafe?"

"Of course." They always ate at the same cafe, about three blocks down from the Preventers building. It was small and quiet, and the staff respected their privacy. That, and the fact that it had some of the best food around made it one of Duo's favorite restaurants.

They walked out together in companionable silence, exchanging pleasantries with other members of Preventers who were also going to lunch. Duo suppressed his natural urge to chatter – he'd learned just how much it irritated Wufei, and he tried very hard to stay on the other man's good side. He had few enough really close friends without loosing another because of his big mouth. Wufei had responded to this gesture of goodwill by working on his temper, and attempting to be a little more open about the kinds of things Duo liked to talk about. Maybe they would never be best friends, but they understood each other.

Once they were outside, Wufei started to loosen up a bit. They talked about trivial things; Wufei wouldn't discuss anything personal unless they were in private. Duo told him how the project was progressing and what supplies were still on order; Wufei talked about new ideas for the training program and who they might get to help him teach the training classes.

At the cafe, the waitress recognized them on sight, and led them to their usual booth, secluded in the back of the room for privacy. Even though the cafe was rather full, if they talked quietly no one would overhear them here. After they were seated, the waitress brought them their drinks and confirmed "the usual," before leaving them alone.

"So, how have you been Duo?" Wufei asked.

"Good, actually." He couldn't tell Wufei how good, not without Heero's permission. "Things have been better this week."

"I want you to know, I looked into the case again Duo, but I haven't made much progress."

He meant Heero, of course. Wufei was the only one still looking into Heero's disappearance, even after Duo had given up hope. He wasn't sure if Wufei saw it as an intellectual problem, or if he was merely concerned with Duo's state of mind. He couldn't imaging Wufei was really trying to find Heero for his own sake; they had never been close.

"It's alright Wufei, I don't expect you to find anything new after all this time."

"I just wanted you to know."

"I just...I dunno Wufei. After all this time...I don't think we're going to find him unless he wants us to."

"What makes you think he doesn't want to be found?"

"What?"

"Heero's the type of person who sticks by his decisions, even if they're not good ones. After choosing to leave, I don't think he'd be able to return unless we find him. And if he wants us to find him, there's bound to be some clue somewhere. I just haven't discovered it yet."

"That-that's not what you said when he first disappeared." Duo was shocked at how close Wufei had come to the truth. If Heero hadn't had a flashback, he probably never would have shown up at Duo's door. But if he was right about that, did that mean Heero had been leaving them signs all along, and they'd just missed them? He'd have to ask Heero later.

"Perhaps I've matured? I didn't want to give you false hope in the beginning. I still haven't found much. I just wanted you to know that I haven't forgotten about it. I know...how much he meant to you."

Duo didn't really know what to say to that. Before he could stammer out something, the waitress brought their food. For Wufei; a crisp Mandarin chicken salad, and for Duo, Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo. By the time they got their food and drinks and settled in to eat, he was able to safely change the topic.

"So, I have a new roommate."

"Demetri finally move in?" Wufei asked dryly. Wufei didn't like Demetri much.

"No. He's a great guy and all...but I still don't think I'm ready to live with him."

"Hm." Wufei speared his lettuce a little too fervently.

"My roommate is a friend I met a while back. Got kicked out of his place, so I told him he could stay with me." Well, it was true. If you counted a dumpster as 'his place.'

Wufei arched a brow, but didn't comment.

"Well I couldn't just let him sleep behind a dumpster!" Again.

"Does Demetri know he's staying with you?"

"Uh...no."

"Duo." Wufei said sternly.

"What, Fei?"

Wufei glared, but would not be sidetracked. "Don't you think your boyfriend would want to know that there's another man living with you? I would."

The hell? When did Wufei start giving relationship advice? "But he's a friend Wu-"

"A friend who does what for a living again?"

"That has nothing to do with-"

"Something I wouldn't approve of then. And if I wouldn't approve, I doubt Demetri would either."

How did he know? And why did he care anyways? He didn't even like Demetri. Duo looked away, pushing his pasta around the plate with his fork. "Didn't bring it up so I could get lectured by you." He mumbled.

"Then why did you bring it up?" Wufei asked honestly.

"Just...trying to let you in on my life." Duo said. Then he admitted, "I was hoping you might know something more...legal he could do. I'm not really sure he's happy with what he's doing."

"What am I, an employment agency?" Wufei sighed, rubbing at his forehead again. "I don't know him, so I really can't make an accurate recommendation but...The Velvet Hammer is hiring."

"The strip club downtown? Wait-why do you know that a gay club is-"

Wufei's very pointed glare made him close his mouth.

"It's not the most dignified job in the world, but it's legal. Without knowing your friend, that's really all I can offer. I'm assuming waiting tables or fast food jobs are out?"

Duo shook his head. "I don't think he could put up with that."

Wufei shrugged. "Maybe Quatre would have some ideas. He frequents those sorts of establishments more then I do."

That led them into conversation about Quatre and their other friends. Duo mentioned Quatre had promised an informal visit sometime this month, while Wufei told him how Quatre had handled the latest charity banquets and press conferences. Sally wanted them to come over for Thanksgiving, Quatre was already planning Christmas, and Une had threatened them with a Preventers' New Year celebration.

As they were getting ready to leave, Wufei casually said, "Zechs asked me to go to dinner tomorrow." He left his tip, and tried to get up. Duo grabbed his sleeve and dragged him back down to the table.

"He what? Zechs? Zechs Merquise asked you to dinner?"

"Yes." Wufei replied stiffly.

"And?"

Wufei looked away; Duo could have sworn he was blushing. "C'mon Wufei, you brought it up. You can't just say that and then not tell me." Duo hissed. Wufei always did this. He wanted Duo to know, but for some reason he couldn't actually bring himself to tell Duo unless it was dragged out of him.

"I...said yes."

"No shit." This was amazing. Wufei was going on a date. With Zechs. "Where's he taking you?"

"The Silver Dragon." Wufei mumbled.

"Lucky bastard. I've been trying to get Quatre to get us a table there for months."

Wufei shrugged. "Apparently the cuisine is very authentic. Zechs thought I might like it."

"I knew you were seeing someone Wufei, but shit. I didn't know you were into blondes."

"Sally was blonde." Wufei said defensively.

"No offense to Sally buddy, but her and Zechs are in entirely different leagues. Besides, you guys didn't stay together anyways."

"I think," said Wufei coolly, "That I don't need to hear any more of your opinions right now."

"But-"

"No."

"But Feiiiiii..."

"I have work to do, Duo."

Ouch. That was Wufei's way of saying, 'Duo if you don't shut up right now I'm really going to get pissed at you.' It had taken a while, but Duo had learned not to press Wufei. Not unless he didn't want to talk to him for the next three weeks. And if Wufei was going to dinner tomorrow, Duo definitely wanted to hear about it.

"Sorry."

Wufei got up from the table, and this time Duo let him go. He shook his head. Just when you thought you knew a guy – he'd been so sure Wufei was straight, too!

They walked back to the Preventers building together in easy silence. Well, Wufei was avoiding looking at him; probably out of embarrassment, and Duo's mind was running a mile a minute. But there wasn't any tension, at least.

They stopped at the elevator to Wufei's office. "It was good to talk with you Duo. I look forward to seeing the training center finished." Aah. Back in the building, back to business.

"I'll finish it as soon as I can. I can't wait to see you grill the new recruits."

"I will. And Duo...thank you, for understanding."

"What? Oh, sure. It doesn't bother me. I'm still kinda in shock, but hey, I hope you have fun."

"Thank you."

The elevator opened, and Wufei stepped in. As the doors closed, he said, "If you're lucky, I might even call you and tell you how it went." Wufei smirked.

"What? Wufei!" The doors closed in his face. Infuriating bastard! Then his mind caught up with the rest of him. Wufei was going on a date with the Lightning Count, after having been single for almost two years. He had to call Quatre!

End Chapter Three

Author's notes: Again, only a few sentences changed here, and grammar, and spelling, and all those other things I didn't take enough time to fix the first time. Enjoy. Sorry it was a day late! I'm super bad at this weekly update thing.

Zethsaire, out!
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