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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 5x6. 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!

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 Four

Thursday, March 20th, AC 204

Heero woke to the annoying sound of his phone ringing. He'd always hated phones, and this one had never been changed from its factory default ring. After fishing around in his pockets, still groggy from being woken so sharply, he pulled it out.

"'lo?" He stifled a yawn.

Cornelius chuckled on the other end. "Wake up Yamato. I've got a job for you."

He sat up a little too fast, and groaned as his back protested the quick motion.

"It's not going to be that horrible, Yamato."

"Huh? Oh, sorry. This futon is just uncomfortable."

"Ouch. Boyfriend exiled you to the couch? What'd you do?"

"He's not my boyfriend Cornelius."

"Right, right." Cornelius sounded unconvinced. "Well, I told you I'd call you with the details. The party starts tomorrow at eight. We have the entire upper floor at The Golden Lotus. I'll pay you a thousand, and you keep half your tips."

"Eight hundred, and I keep three-quarters of my tips. You're not going to be stripping for a bunch of old pervs."

Cornelius laughed. "Fine. But you buy your own drinks."

"I won't have to. Some deluded old man will buy them for me."

"You've done these kinds of parties too much."

"And you've hosted too many. You don't even like old guys."

"But they're rich."

Heero sighed. Everything was about money for Cornelius. "I'll be there."

"And I want you sober, at least until midnight. I don't want some guy dragging you off before everyone gets their money's worth."

"Fine." He hung up.

Heero scowled at the phone before throwing it on the coffee table. Then he stretched again, careful of his back. It had never been quite right after the war, but that was hardly surprising, considering everything he had put his body through. What he wanted was to go back to sleep, but that wasn't going to happen.

A glance at the clock told him it was almost five – Duo would be coming home soon. Duo had left him breakfast again, with strict instructions to eat it or Duo would 'beat his scrawny little ass.' Heero sighed, and gave in, getting up for the day.

It took him an hour to force down his breakfast, take a shower and get dressed. He put on a worn gray tee with an Asian design, and decided that he really needed new clothes. Maybe Duo would go shopping with him.

And now he had nothing to do. He was sorely tempted to take a methadone, but then he'd pass out before Duo got home, and that would pretty much defeat the purpose of even getting up. He looked at the television, but again, what was the point without Duo?

He took his cigarettes and lighter and went outside on the porch to smoke. He sat there, blowing smoke rings and staring at the people walking by. Most of them ignored him, but a few stared back with unfriendly glares. Apparently, even with only a little makeup on, he still looked out of place in this relatively nice neighborhood. Whatever. He wasn't doing anything illegal, for once, so they could all just deal with it.

The silver car coming up the road towards him looked just like every other car going by, so Heero didn't really make note of it. He was actually engaged in a fierce staring match with a tomcat across the street when the car pulled up beside the step. The expensive, tinted window rolled down slowly, and a condescending male voice addressed him.

"I'm sure you're aware that this is private property."

Heero blinked, and the tom vanished behind a garbage can. Was this person talking to him? He turned to peer at the man through the window. "I'm sorry?"

"If you don't leave, I'm going to have to call the police." He couldn't see the man's face; the angle was wrong. Unfortunately, his annoying voice carried just fine.

"I live here." Who did this guy think he was?

"I don't think so." He sounded so sure about that.

"I have a key." He dug it out of his pocket and waved it in the man's face. Duo had given it to him yesterday, after he learned Heero had locked himself out without one.

The man seemed to be getting upset. "Then you obviously stole it."

"Look, I don't know what your problem is, but I'm not doing anything illegal by sitting on my own damn porch, so you can just fuck off."

There was a sort of strangled sound from inside the door, possibly from the man's brain exploding from Heero's use of common vocabulary. The vehicle turned off, and the car door opened. Great. Now he had to look at this pretentious bastard's face.

Heero had never been particularly fond of calling the authorities in any situation, but maybe if he reported trespassing and harassment, someone would make this jerk go away. He couldn't very well kill the man, and he'd never been good at dealing with people. Especially rich, arrogant pricks. He wished Quatre was here; he'd always been good at shoving the rich background right back in people's faces. No one was as rich as the Winner's, and Quatre had put more then one trust fund brat in their place.

This guy just looked like a yuppie. White cargo pants, expensive buttoned up golf shirt, unnecessarily expensive shoes, belt and wristwatch. Surprisingly, he had a gorgeous face, honey wheat hair neatly trimmed with just enough sideburns for that 'sophisticated' look, sculpted features, and deep blue eyes. He'd probably been spoiled rotten as a child.

"I'm not going to just let you sit here." He said again, probably trying to sound threatening, but it wasn't really working.

"Why? Because you have nothing better to do then harass people who are poorer then you are?"

The man's face took on this look; a mixture of anger and horror that he was being addressed so. It was possible no one had ever dared to tell him just howannoying he was. He definitely needed to have a talk with Quatre.

"Because, this is my boyfriend's apartment, and I really doubt he's okay with you trespassing on his porch."

Hero had a half-assed retort all ready to shut his sneering mouth, but the words "my boyfriend" took them right out of his mouth. This couldn't be. Surely Duo had better taste then this prick. But if not...what was he supposed to do?

Duo, Thursday, March 20th, AC 204, 6:30 pm

In all honesty, if he'd thought inviting Demetri over to go over some paperwork was going to cause a fight, he'd have suggested they meet somewhere else. Sure, he hadn't told Demetri about Heero staying at the house, but he hadn't thought it would figure into the equation. Heero hardly got out of bed before he got home, and Duo was planning on letting Demetri know before they went inside.

He did not plan to pull into his parking space and interrupt a full-scale freak out session. Demetri was in full bitch-mode, ranting and raving and not really making any sense. Heero was sitting on the porch step, glaring like he wanted to murder Demetri, his hands clenched into the fabric of his jeans. It was hard to tell, but Duo thought Heero might actually be crying.

"What the hell is going on here?" He demanded slamming the door of his truck behind him. "Yamato, are you alright?"

Heero jumped at the use of his street name, and turned to look at Duo. His eyes were ice, and if those were tears in his eyes, they were tears of pure fury. Duo shivered. If this had still been wartime, Demetri, and probably Duo himself, would be dead.

"Duo." Demetri seemed surprised to see him, or at least surprised that Duo wasn't on his side. Well, he might not know who Heero was, but that didn't give him the right to act like this.

"I'm sorry you had to walk in on this. I told him he needed to leave or I'd call the cops. He's saying all this stuff about staying here. But there's no room in your place – there's no way he's staying here, right?. It's not like you normally hang out with whores."

"That does it." Heero snarled. "I'm not going to sit here and listen to his bullshit any more. Have fun with your boyfriend Duo, he's a real dick." Heero stood and pushed past Demetri, giving his car a vicious kick that sent the alarm wailing.

"Dammit Demetri! He is staying here. He's my friend, and he needed a place to stay." He called after Heero, "Oi! Yamato, wait up! I'm sorry!"

Duo started after Heero, only to have Demetri grab his sleeve as he tried to run past. "What are you doing Duo? You're honestly telling me you prefer someone like him over me? He's street trash. Just let him go back where he belongs."

Duo yanked his arm back, and seriously considered giving Demetri the beating he deserved. No one talked about his friends that way, boyfriend or not. He'd known Demetri had never really been exposed to the kind of people he grew up with. He'd grown up rich, and compared to his family he was pretty open and down-to-earth. But that didn't give him the right to treat Heero like shit!

"Yes, I do. He's my friend Demetri, and if you can't accept that, you don't know me half as well as you think you do. Keep your shit to yourself."

"I'm...sorry..."

"Look-we can talk about it later. For now just; just go away. I don't want to talk to you right now."

He looked back towards Heero. The other man was almost out of sight already. He might be malnourished, but he still had speed. If he didn't leave now, he'd have to sprint to catch him.

"Look, Duo. I'm sorry if I did something wrong. But you have to admit, he doesn't really look like he belongs here. How was I supposed to know you'd let a junkie-"

"I said, I don't want to talk to you right now! Fuck off!" Duo snapped.

Ignoring Demetri's protests and hurt voice, he took off after Heero. If he didn't catch up by the time Heero reached downtown, he'd never find him. Last time he'd spent six years searching for Heero. He was not going to loose him again.

Duo, Thursday, March 20h, AC 204, 9 pm

Duo had run all over town, and there was no sign of Heero anywhere. Duo just didn't know this city, not like Heero did, and not like Duo had once known L-2. Since moving here, Duo had kept his nose clean, worked a legal job and had stayed off the streets except for when he volunteered at the local mission. The few contacts he'd made were mostly children, and none of them knew Heero. He'd tried looking in all the obvious places, but he didn't even know what part of the city Heero worked, or where his dealers lived. When he'd looked for Heero before, he'd never thought to look in the same city. He'd thought for sure Heero had fled to space. He had no contacts, no research, nothing.

Out of desperation, he called Wufei. There was laughter coming from the other end. "Hello? Duo, I told you I'm not saying anything until the date is over."

"Oh. Right." He'd forgotten Wufei was going out with Zechs tonight. "I'm sorry I interrupted you. I'll let you get back to it." He tried to sound positive, but Wufei wasn't fooled.

"Duo, what's wrong?"

"Ah, it's nothing Wu. Sorry I bothered you."

"Duo, you can trust me."

"It's...well, Demetri met Yamato when I wasn't there and things got a little out of hand."

"Ah."

"And he can be a real prick some times. He said some stupid things, and Yamato ran off, and now I can't find him. I thought you might have some street contacts I could ask, or something. Anyways, I forgot you were out on a date." He knew he was rambling, but he really couldn't help it.

"Duo if it's that important to you, Zechs and I can reschedule."

"No! No, it's okay. I don't want to ruin your night. I'll just keep looking – I'm sure I'll find him."

"I'll stop by after we're done eating, and if you still haven't found him, I can help."

"Yeah, sure. That'd be great." He tried to keep the despair out of his voice.

"If you're sure."

"Yes. Go have a good time. Goodnight."

"Good luck, Duo."

"Thanks." Duo hung up, and slouched against the cheap brick building behind him.

Without any help, it wasn't likely that he would find Heero tonight. But what else could he do? He'd called Heero's phone about twenty times with no answer. Quatre was still out of town and Trowa; well, Trowa wasn't here, and even if he had been Duo wouldn't have called him. Wufei was the only one here that he trusted enough to ask for help, and he was unavailable. That left...him. He pulled his cross out from under his shirt and held it, whispering a quick prayer. Then he got back to his feet and headed down an alleyway. He had to find Heero. He just had to.

Heero, Friday, March 21st, AC 204, 1 a.m.

His head was spinning. He ran his hands along the brick building he was going past, trying to keep himself upright. Or maybe his body was spinning, and his head was staying still? He stumbled and cracked his head on the bricks. Not still then. Though he didn't feel any pain – he was far too gone for that.

The world blurred. Sometimes he got wasted searching for that magic mix of chemicals that would bring his life back into focus; other times he did it on purpose, seeking the loss of rational thinking, the complete lack of regard for who was doing what with his body. It was...peaceful. Nothing could hurt him when he was like this; not memories or the johns or people who thought they understood him.

Ugh. It was already wearing off, if he was thinking about that. There were no physical signs, he still weaved along the pavement hardly knowing up from down. Colors whirling, everything blending together. But once those thoughts started creeping back in, it was over.

Through sheer muscle memory he managed to get back to the apartment. Once there, the lock outwitted him. He'd had the key in his hand, but he couldn't find it now. His eyes were so heavy, his body felt numb. Before he knew it, he was laying on the concrete step; cool gravel digging into his cheek.

Had he fallen? He couldn't keep his eyes open. Maybe...maybe Duo would be home soon. But no, he'd probably gone off with his bastard boyfriend. Maybe he'd die here on the step...then he wouldn't have to think about it anymore. With these dark thoughts in his mind, he didn't bother to fight the gray fog that slowly filled his vision, until everything turned black.

Some time later...

He woke to the sound of someone calling his name. His head felt horrible, and his mouth was dry. His entire body was on fire. Gauging from the amount of disorientation he still felt, he must have gotten really, really fucked up.

"Yuy, are you alright? Can you hear me, Yuy?" The voice was strangely familiar, but not one he immediately recognized.

Someone was kneeling over him. His vision was still blurred from whatever he'd taken, but he could tell the were concern on the person's face. He also knew that person wasn't Duo, so how did they know his name?

"I can...I can hear you." His words were slurred and difficult to force out.

"Dammit Yuy, what happened?" The voice asked, before it turned away from him. He heard a cellphone opening, then heard the voice again.

"Yes, Duo? He's here, at your place. I found him just laying here. You didn't tell me you were looking for Yuy. Yes, obviously I figured it out. I'm going to get him inside, just get back here. Alright, bye."

Heero felt his hand being pried open, and the key taken out of his grasp. Apparently he'd had it the entire time. The door squealed as it was opened, and then he was hefted up into the stranger's arms. He gagged, and fought the urge to be violently ill.

"You've lost a lot of weight, Yuy." The condescending tone in that voice, he'd heard it somewhere before...

"Wu-wufei?"

"Yes, very good Yuy. Apparently your brains aren't completely scrambled. Maybe there's hope for you yet." Wufei sounded rather upset.

He must have blacked out after that, because the next thing he knew, he was lying on the futon, and Duo was back. The two of them were having a rather heated discussion about him, actually. He almost said something, but then decided he'd rather know what they had to say about him.

"Why didn't you tell me, Duo. I would have come right away."

"He didn't give me permission to tell anyone. Besides, you shouldn't have to drop everything just because I'm panicking. How was your date, anyway?"

"Fine. Don't try to side track me. You shouldn't have to get permission from Yuy to do anything."

"C'mon Wu, he's only been here a week. We agreed to use his street name outside work, until he felt comfortable letting everyone know he was back."

"Because of his job, or the drugs? I saw his track marks. Some of them are fresh, you know."

"Yes, because we all know that you've never done any drugs." Duo said sarcastically.

Wufei was silent. Heero could hear him breathing, his breath becoming slower, more even. Wufei, controlling his anger? He must still be high.

"Wufei...I'm sorry."

"It's fine Duo. You were entirely correct."

"Hey, you guys don't need to fight over me." Heero finally interjected, struggling to sit up.

"You're awake! How are you feeling?" Duo jumped out of his chair and ran over to him, hovering over him.

"I'm fine."

Wufei looked skeptical, coming over and peering at his eyes. He lifted each of Heero's lids, looking for the contraction of his pupils. He didn't seem very convinced.

"Yes, I'm still high Chang."

"But you're feeling better right? Wufei said you collapsed; you would have cracked your skull open if he hadn't caught you." Duo asked anxiously.

"Yes, I'm feeling better. You caught me Wufei? I don't remember."

"I'm not surprised," Wufei said, "You weren't very lucid. What happened?"

Heero looked away. "What happened tonight? Or what the hell happened to the guy you used to know?" He asked bitterly.

"Whichever you'd prefer."

"Speaking of that," Duo interrupted, "How did you know it was Heero? He couldn't have been aware enough to talk to you."

"He's lost weight, and his hair has grown, but the underlying bone structure is the same. I never claimed to know Yuy that well, so unlike you, who lived with him, I'm not all that thrown off by his behavior."

Heero wasn't sure whether to be insulted or not. "As to your earlier question, Duo's boyfriend is an asshole. That's what happened."

"I told you to say something to him." Wufei chided Duo, who's face darkened.

"How was I supposed to know he was going to act like a two year old? He's normally a really nice guy. And I was going to tell him about Heero over dinner. Casually."

"And that worked out well." Heero muttered, wishing he had more cigarettes.

"I told him to fuck off, okay?" Duo said defensively. "Sure he can be a great guy sometimes. But no one talks about my friends that way, and no one gets between us. You guys are like family."

Wufei nodded grimly. "Duo's right. I don't know why you've been gone so long, but if Duo's okay with you being back, so am I. If you need anything, I'll help as much as I can."

"Thank you."

Heero was amazed. Wufei had really matured while he'd been gone. The old Wufei probably would have lectured him longer then Demetri had, followed by a beating to 'help him come to his senses.' Still, he wasn't going to get off the hook that easily – Wufei had a dangerous look in his eye. Clearly, he had a few things to say to Heero when Duo wasn't around. Heero respected that, and made a note to face whatever Wufei had planned.

"Well, unlike you two, I had plans this evening, so if you don't mind, I'll be heading out now." Wufei said abruptly, standing to go.

Duo looked guilty. "I'm really sorry you had to leave to come help me Wufei."

"Don't worry about it. Just don't harp for details tomorrow, because you won't get them."

"You mean you're still going-" Duo started in eagerly, then composed himself. "I mean...I'll see you at work Wufei. Have a nice night."

"Goodnight Duo, Heero." Wufei closed the door softly behind him.

There was silence in the house. Heero wasn't really sure what he was supposed to say. His behavior had been less then admirable today. He was still trying to decide whether to apologize or not when Duo let out a huge sigh.

"Well...that wasn't how I was planning on spending my night."

"Sorry."

"Hey, you came back. That makes it all worth it. I'm sorry my boyfriend's a dick."

"As long as he doesn't treat you like that."

Duo grinned and scratched his head. "Well, if he did, I'd probably punch him. But enough about him, I'm hungry. You want something to eat?"

Avoidance. That had always been Duo's strategy. Well, if he didn't want to talk about it, it wasn't really Heero's place to try to get it out of him. Food was always a good distraction for Duo, and even if Heero wasn't interested, he was the one responsible for ruining Duo's night. He owed him that much.

"Ah...sure."

That was enough for Duo. He was up out of his chair and off to the kitchen, pulling out pots and pans, ingredients and a cutting board. Generally not a good sign – the more upset Duo was, the larger and more elaborate meal he prepared. At least, that had been true six years ago. Maybe now a meal was just a meal...but he really didn't think so. He watched Duo cook for a while before he got the nerve up to interrupt.

"So, ah, before everything that happened today, I was going to ask you to go shopping with me. I don't really have any clothes or anything..."

Duo paused in chopping an onion to stare at Heero. "Shopping?"

"Yeah. I thought you liked to go shopping. You and Quatre always did, before."

"Uh, yeah, I like to shop. Or rather, I like spending Quatre's money. But I thought you hated shopping."

"I'm not going to let you pick out clothes without me. You don't know my sizes any more. And well...shopping's not so bad."

Duo turned back to his chopping with a shake of his head. Apparently he was still adjusting. Perhaps this hadn't been the best time to reveal an interest in things that he used to avoid.

"Well, when did you want to go?"

"I have a party tomorrow at eight, so I wanted to go tonight, since you have to work tomorrow. I guess it's a bit late now."

"Yeah, the mall's not really open at two in the morning. But hey, I'm not going in to work tomorrow anyways. They have plenty of stuff to work on without me, and I don't think I really want to talk to Demetri right now. So we can go in the early afternoon, that is, if you think you can get up by then."

"Says the guy who's making dinner at two am."

"Hey, it's always a good time for pasta. Especially when I make it."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't pasta the only thing you can cook?"

"Hey! I can learn other things."

"Uh-huh."

"I can!"

The rest of the evening passed fairly quickly. Duo made him eat a huge plate of pasta, and even though it tasted just like everything else did, Heero did his best to made Duo feel appreciated. After dinner, Duo put in an old movie and insisted on making fun of it the entire way through. At first, Heero was annoyed, but after a while he started to appreciate Duo's dry humor, and even tried to crack a few jokes of his own.

He lay on his make-shift bed afterwords, thinking about the day. It had been a stupid move to run off, he realized that now. Just because he had a hard time with conflict didn't give him the excuse to run away from it. He had to trust Duo more from now on. Even if he was still wary of involving Duo in his life, it was obvious that he was part of it anyway. He certainly didn't want to be responsible for making Duo spend all night looking for him again. As he shut his eyes, he found himself looking forward to tomorrow, and being with Duo. It was something he had missed, without realizing it. Maybe...maybe things were going to work out after all.

End Chapter Four

Author's notes: Relatively major re-write, I made Demetri a more believable asshole, instead of someone that there is no way that Duo would actually date. Think of him as a good guy who had the misfortune to be born into a super rich, dick-head family. So, really, he turned out well, but there's still a lot of prejudice ingrained into him from the way he was raised. Not that Heero is ever going to get along with a boyfriend of Duo's who isn't him, but I think this works out much better. Comments and suggestions, or questions, are welcome. Enjoy the new version.

Zethsaire, out!
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