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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 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!

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 Five

Friday, March 21st, AC 204, 4:30 pm

"I never, ever thought I'd be doing this with you." Duo observed, as he thumbed through racks of clothes.

"Why not?" Heero asked, completely unaware of how strange he looked with clothes hanging from his jeans on hangers, ready to be tried on.

"Uh...well you weren't exactly social, you know?" Duo held a shirt up for Heero's approval.

Heero shook his head, and Duo put it back. "I suppose. But did we really have time to go shopping before? I mean, we were sort of busy fighting a war, and putting our faces on lots of shopping mall security cameras wasn't exactly ideal."

"I suppose, but when we were masquerading as high school students, a little more civilian interaction would have been nice."

"And you're saying you wouldn't have found it disturbing if I'd wanted to go shopping with you?"

Duo thought about Heero, still in his spandex and top combo, wielding his Glock and asking in a monotone voice about shopping. "Yeah, that would have been weird. But we lived together for two years, and you always let me buy your clothes for you."

Heero finally took one of Duo's suggestions and added it to his belt. "I wasn't...really doing so well at that point. Yeah, I'm screwed up now, but I've admitted it, and I'm dealing. I was still in denial back then."

Duo looked up at Heero's sudden change in tone. He'd lost some of the playful banter, and sounded sad. Heero still wouldn't tell him anything about what had really been going on six years ago. Duo knew what had happened from his end, of course, but he had no idea what Heero had really been going through. They hadn't mentioned their argument at all until now, and Heero didn't look like he wanted to talk further. One thing was clear though; Heero had evidently been under a lot of stress six years ago. Close to the breaking point, apparently, and none of them had noticed, not Quatre with his empathy, not even him.

"What about this one?" He said, simply to break the mood, and pulled out the first thing his hands touched. It turned out to be a silky blue shirt with a glittery tribal pattern on it.

Heero looked at it a moment and said, "That might go with those pants I got."

"...You like it?" Duo couldn't believe it. Black and green were Heero colors. Red was pushing it. But turquoise blue? Who was this man?

"Don't you think it'd look nice? Blue goes with my eyes." Heero said seriously.

"Uh...yes. You'll have to try it on...I don't think this is your size."

"Small, usually, or extra small. I usually get small though – makes me look skinny but not too sickly. I probably need to gain some weight."

Said the twig. "Yeah, you weight what? 95 pounds wet?"

"At least 97." Heero was smirking at him. "I think this is probably enough."

Heero transferred his clothes from his belt to the cart, and they headed over to the changing rooms. Just like in all the other stores they'd been to today, Heero took everything in with him and refused to let Duo see anything until he'd made up his mind.

Twenty minutes later, he presented Duo with three graphic tees in red, black and white, along with several pairs of designer jeans. Then he came out in a pair of slim fitting white pants and the blue shirt Duo had unwittingly picked out.

He looked..stunning. It wasn't a look Duo thought Heero would ever like, much less pull off. He was beautiful – feminine, but also masculine. No matter how skinny Heero got, he still had broad shoulders and well refined collarbones, and that very masculine jaw. But he didn't look awkward in the clothes – they fit him perfectly. It was amazing and disturbing at the same time.

"Wow. You look good in that."

"I know." Heero was smirking at him again. He changed back into his regular clothes and they headed to the checkout.

Once everything had been rung up, the bill was rather excessive. Duo actually winced at the price, but Heero didn't seemed fazed at all. He pulled out a large roll of bills from his pocket, and paid for the entire thing in cash. The cashier looked stunned, and Duo was surprised himself. Heero was loaded, apparently.

"What?" Heero asked, as they walked back to Duo's truck.

"Oh, nothing. I didn't know you had so much...cash."

Heero snorted. "You know, I do work for a living."

"I know." He said defensively.

"You just didn't know I made so much."

"Eh..."

"I charge a lot, okay?" Heero looked at him, and while he was obviously still trying to keep the mood light, there was a moody look in his eye. He was obviously uncomfortable discussing the details of his job with Duo.

"So, did you want to go get something to eat?"

Heero hesitated, and looked at his watch. "I have to get ready for tonight. I have a party at eight."

Duo also looked at his watch. "But it's only five thirty."

Heero gave him a withering stare. "You've obviously never been to this kind of party."

Actually, Duo had been to several of 'those' kinds of parties, but he hadn't known that the party that Heero was going to was going to be one of them. He felt vaguely uneasy at letting Heero go alone, but shrugged it off as none of his business, which it certainly wasn't. He helped Heero put his things into his truck, and they headed back to Duo's apartment.

Heero was quiet for most of the ride back, staring out the window. Duo watched him, and wondered if he'd managed to loose some of the ground they had managed to rebuild between them. He tried not to stare at Heero's track marks, but it was difficult when Heero still scratched at them absently. Most of them were faded and old, but a few were darker; probably from yesterday's wonderful escapade. Duo couldn't help feeling that the whole thing was his fault, but didn't know how to bring it up to apologize without pissing Heero off more.

"Why do you put up with him?" Heero asked suddenly, still staring out the window.

"What?"

"That prick of a boyfriend you have. I don't see you putting up with his shit."

Duo sighed. "He's not usually like that Heero."

"Really."

"I'm serious Heero. We've been together, on and off, for a while. He's usually very sweet; brings me flowers and everything."

"Flowers?" Heero didn't bother hiding the disdain in his voice.

"Just because I'm not a fag doesn't mean I don't enjoy getting flowers every now and then." Duo said irritably. "At least he tries to connect with me. We're not...we don't really have a lot in common, but he likes me, and he tries to be there for me, even when he doesn't understand. I'm pretty fucked up you know – I'm a lot worse then he ever is."

Heero looked at him, his blue eyes puzzled. Duo thought he detected a flash of hurt in them as well, but it passed too quickly for him to be sure. "He doesn't know, does he."

It figured Heero would pick up on that. "No, he doesn't know who I am. I couldn't hide it completely, so I threw him a bone about being in the Sweepers, and seeing a little action. I had to tell him something since we have so many contracts for the Preventers. So, when he saw you yesterday, he wasn't thinking that you might be someone I knew from...before, because he doesn't know."

"But why? That's all part of you, Duo." There was definitely hurt in Heero's eyes now.

"Yeah? Well maybe I like having someone like me for me, not because I'm famous, or because I saved everyone's asses and they have to be nice to me, even if I am a psychotic bastard. You can understand that, can't you?"

"...Yes." Heero turned away again, his shoulders stiff and defensive.

"Demetri's from a really nice family. Not Quatre nice, but still well off, you know? If I...I don't want him to hate me just because I grew up on L-2. It's nice to be taken at face value as a person, without all that shit following me around everywhere, you know? When I'm with him, I feel like I'm normal."

"I'm glad he makes you happy." Heero said, but his tone was clearly saying the opposite.

They had arrived back at the apartment, and Duo had pulled into his parking spot rather sharply. He turned to look at Heero, trying to keep himself calm. Who the hell was Heero to judge his relationships? He was the one who left before they'd had a chance to really be a couple.

"Dammit Heero, I'll make him apologize. Hell, after what I said to him, I don't even know if we're still together or not. Besides, you don't have to take it so personally. Maybe if you'd stuck around I wouldn't have had to go find someone else!"

He knew as soon as he'd said it that he'd pushed to far, too soon. Heero glared at him, rage clear on his face. But instead of returning Duo's outburst with scathing remarks of his own, he just jumped out of the truck without a word. He got his things out of the back, and slammed the door rather harder then necessary.

Duo let out a frustrated growl and pounded on the steering wheel. Why was this so difficult? God, you'd think they were back in the war again, dancing around having a real relationship the way only two people as fucked up as they were could. It was almost as bad as that time that he and Heero had – no. No he was not going to think about that again, not now.

When he went inside, he found Heero had locked himself in the bathroom, and wouldn't answer him, even when he pounded on the door. Disgusted, Duo decided maybe he'd go out as well. He certainly wasn't going to hang around here just to let Heero treat him like this. He had a little extra money to spend anyways, and it wasn't like Demetri was going to ask him out this weekend.

He quickly changed into something more appropriate for clubbing, and headed out the door. He didn't bother say anything to Heero; he'd probably be ignored anyway. As he started up his truck, he found himself wishing Quatre was around. Maybe he'd be able to help Duo unravel this mess he'd gotten himself into.

Several hours and half a dozen bars later, Duo found himself in the Golden Lotus, nursing a bottle of whiskey. He had a high alcohol tolerance, but considering he'd done at least fifteen shots of hard liquor at the various bars he'd been to, he was starting to feel it. He wasn't drunk enough to get himself kicked out yet, and he planned on leaving before then. Even though the Golden Lotus was a gay club he frequented often, they were strict about drunks, and the bouncer wouldn't hesitate to send him out on his ass.

The bar was crowded; so Duo had to sit next to other people even though he wasn't exactly feeling sociable. He tried to keep to himself, and turned down several guys who'd tried to hit on him until they figured out he just wanted to be alone. He tried not to listen to any of the conversations of the people around him, focusing on the music and the general hum of the club. A snatch of conversation next to him caught his attention anyway, and he found himself listening in.

"...name's Yamato. He's up on the second floor, I guess, putting on a real show, if you can believe anything Richter says."

"Perverted old butler. Have you gone upstairs too?"

"You think I'd just be talking about a party if I could actually get in? It's invitation only; my old man wouldn't let me come. Apparently it only for 'men of high-class tastes.'"

"You mean only for dirty rich old men? Ugh, I think I'd rather not."

"Sure, you say that now, but you've never seen Yamato in action. My father had him at one of his parties once. He's a sweet ride."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. He's about our age, Asian, and damn is that guy flexible. Even better – slip him a hundred and a little E, and he'll do anything you want him to."

"Sounds like a real slut."

"You have no idea."

Duo thought he was going to be sick. They couldn't be talking about Heero, could they? Then again, how many Asian guys named Yamato were working parties at a gay club tonight? Probably not many. He knew he should just drink his whiskey and go home. It wasn't any of his business, and Heero would be pissed if he interfered. He swirled around the remaining whiskey in his glass before downing it in one gulp. Heero could be pissed all he wanted. Duo was going to make sure he was okay, dammit.

He paid the bartender and got up, looking around for the stairs to the second floor. His height was to his advantage; he could see over the heads of most of the wild, dancing customers. The stairs were on the far end of the room, curving gracefully up and around to the second floor balcony. Duo could make out two security guards standing in front of the door that lead into the second floor club.

It was easy to slip past all of the other patrons. Even though he had grown since the war, he had retained much of his stealth and training, and slipped through the crowd with few disturbances. He walked up the stairs like he belonged there; the more confident he looked, the less likely someone would bother him before he reached the door.

Security wasn't so easily fooled. Since he wasn't an elderly patron, it was glaringly clear that he wasn't part of the party inside. They didn't even bother to ask for an invitation, they just stepped closer to the door, blocking him from entering. Of course, he could have killed them both easily and gotten in without anyone even noticing, but those days were behind him. Unless he had proof that Heero was in real danger, he wasn't planning on using physical violence.

"Sir, you need to leave." One of the guards said. They had radios; probably had backup down at the bar, or inside the club floor.

"Look, I know I don't have an invitation, but my roommate is one of the dancers. I really need to check on him." Duo put on his best 'I'm being sincere, can't you help me out?' face.

"We've been instructed not to let anyone inside." The other security guard said automatically.

"Yeah, I get that, but he's a really sensitive guy. Ex-military. If someone fucks with him, I honestly can't be sure what he'll do. I just want to go and make sure he's alright, that's all." Duo willed his sincerity to show in his expression. He really, really didn't want to get Shinigami on their asses. Heero would murder him.

The two guards looked at each other for a moment, and then back at Duo. Finally one of them said, "Let me go get Cornelius."

"Thanks."

"Don't thank us yet. Cornelius never lets unauthorized people into his parties." The remaining security guard said, his hand very visibly on his gun. As if Duo would try something when he was actually getting what he wanted.

A few minutes later, the security guard returned with a tall, blonde man. Duo wasn't sure what it was that put him off, but he immediately didn't trust the man. He scowled as Cornelius gave him a very obvious once over.

"You're here to see Yamato, aren't you." He said with a smirk.

Duo put his hands in his pockets defensively. "Yeah, so what?"

"I knew it. The boyfriend arrives." There was a nasty glint in Cornelius' eyes that Duo didn't like.

"He's not my -" Duo began.

"Whatever." Cornelius cut him off. "You and Yamato can say that all you want, but there is no way he's staying with a hottie like you and not doing you. What do you want?"

"I heard some guys downstairs talking about slipping him E. He doesn't react well to that shit. I just wanted to make sure he was okay."

"So you're not planning on dragging his ass home before he's done performing tonight?"

"No." Duo insisted. "Not unless he doesn't want to stay."

"Hmm." Cornelius appeared to be deciding whether to actually believe him or not. "Fine, whatever. He's on a break right now before his last act. You can come see him in the back, but you're not staying for the party."

Duo didn't even try to convince him that that was the absolutely last thing he wanted to do. The man wouldn't believe him anyways. He followed Cornelius into the club, and couldn't resist a little wave at guards as he went past. As if Duo Maxwell wouldn't be able to get into a place he really want to be in. Please.

He followed Cornelius' through the second floor club, trying not to look at the mass of old pervs watching the current strip show, or stare too hard at Cornelius' swaying hips. The man didn't sound feminine at all when you were speaking to him, but that ass just screamed 'fuck me.' Of course, that could have been for the benefit of all the rich old guys...Duo's brain derailed into the gutter and he shook his head fiercely to clear it.

"He's in here. His next act starts in fifteen minutes so don't – shit! Yamato, are you alright?"

Heero was laying on one of the benches in the room, his face positively gray. His eyes were half-closed, and he was shaking. A bottle of water lay on the floor from where it had dropped out of Heero's hand, slowly dripping it's remaining contents across the rug. Cornelius rushed in, Duo right behind him. He checked Heero's breathing and his pulse before letting Duo pull Heero into his arms.

"H-Yamato, are you alright?" Duo asked, alarmed, nearly forgetting Heero's street name. Heero was breathing, but he didn't even act like he'd heard Duo. His eyes were wandering the room, not focusing on anything.

Cornelius dipped a finger in the water and put in into his mouth. He spat it out a second later. "Someone slipped you ecstasy, didn't they." It wasn't a question. Heero didn't answer.

"Yamato, focus!" Cornelius said sharply, and slapped him. Duo swore and fought down the instant desire to snap his neck.

"Don't fucking look at me like that, mister 'I'm not his boyfriend.'" Cornelius snarled. "He needs to focus on what the hell is going on and he needs to do it now. So just keep your mouth shut."

Duo seethed, but Heero's pimp or drug dealer or whatever the hell he was, was right. He had said that he wasn't involved with Heero, that he was just a roommate. He couldn't start acting like Heero's jealous boyfriend now. Though personally, he was still hoping that Heero would snap out of it and beat the shit out of the blonde man.

Heero groaned, and blinked a couple of times. His eyes focused on Cornelius and he mumbled, "...fuck."

"Yes, fuck. Who the hell slipped this shit to you Yamato?"

"...what? Um...Mr. Whitney's butler gave me the water. I don't know if he's the one who put it in there or not."

"That disgusting old fuck. I'll have security kick his wrinkled ass out. Are you still going to be able to finish your act? Are you okay?"

Heero sat up quickly, probably trying to show he was fine, and then wobbled a little bit and slumped back down onto Duo's shoulder. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I think I just passed out because I haven't had anything to drink all night but liquor..."

"Fine. I'll go get you some water that isn't laced. You stay here and get your shit together. Your roommate," Cornelius sneered over the word, "can help you with that." Cornelius got up and stalked out; Duo could hear him yelling for security over the music.

Heero seemed to realize Duo was there for the first time. He looked suprised, and then he grinned really wide and practically threw himself at Duo, climbing up into Duo's lap and putting his arms around his neck. "Hey! What are you doing here?"

"You're really high, aren't you." Duo said. He hadn't really been thinking about Heero's outfit before, but his brain now informed him that yes Heero was, in fact, only wearing spandex with glitter on it.

"Yesssss." Heero grinned. "You're not though."

"No, not at all." Unfortunately.

"Sorry we fought so much before." Heero said. "I really, really don't like your boyfriend. It's not that he's not hot, because he is – I'd totally do him like right now – it's just that I don't want you to be with him, I want you to be with me." Duo had never heard him talk so fast. His brain was having a hard time adjusting to a Heero on ecstasy. It was...disturbing.

"Um...are you sure you want to be talking about this right now?" Duo asked. He knew if Heero wasn't high there was no way he'd say any of this out loud. So what was he supposed to do? Pretend this had never happened in the morning? He'd had his share of drunken and high declarations of love, but this was Heero. His brain felt like it was turning to mush.

"No. I don't really want to talk right now."

"Oh...good."

"I'd rather be doing this." He whispered in Duo's ear, and then his lips were pressed up against Duo's, and just like that, he was kissing Heero Yuy.

Duo didn't know what to do. He'd wanted to make out with Heero since the day he'd first laid eyes on him. Actually, they had made out a few times before when they'd lived together, but it had always been hesitant and awkward. Nothing like this. Heero was making love to his mouth, and wasn't afraid to use his teeth and his tongue to do it. Duo couldn't help it – he kissed him back. His arms slipped down to Heero's waist and leaned into him, not caring about consequences or how he might feel about it later. Heero was kissing him dammit, and he was going to enjoy it.

He didn't even hear Cornelius come back in until the blonde cleared his throat loudly. Duo jumped and tried to pull away, but Heero followed him, determined to keep their lips together. Cornelius just sighed, and put a hand on Heero's shoulder, physically pulling him away from Duo.

"Just roommates, huh?"

"Jealous?" Heero asked. "You want some too?"

Cornelius flashed him a smile that was all teeth. "Yes, actually." When Heero stood up to try to make out with him too, Cornelius put his hand up. "Not right now. You have a show to do. If you think you can concentrate enough for it."

"Fiiiiiiiine." Heero said. "But can we have sex after that?" Duo had to hold back a gag.

"But of course." Cornelius slung an arm around Heero's thin waist. Heero melted into his arms, in a way that stirred some nasty feelings in Duo's stomach. He started to lead Heero back out on the dance floor, and then stopped, turning them back around. "As long as that's okay with your roommate of course."

"Are you sure you want to do this Yamato?" Duo asked him honestly. "You don't seem much like...yourself."

Heero grinned. "That's just cuz you've never seen me on E before. It'll be fiiiiiiiiiiiiine. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright." Duo said, resigned. He really just wanted to drag Heero home with him, whether he wanted to come along or not. That was entirely because he was worried about Heero, and had nothing to do with the fact that he wished his arm was the one around Heero's waist.

Instead he forced himself to smile and let himself out. He'd promised Heero he wouldn't try to make him quit his addictions, and that included selling himself. Later, if Heero wanted, he'd help him find another job, but until Heero made that decision, Duo had no right to make it for him. It was incredibly hard and frustrating, but he had to remind himself that Heero had been making his own decisions, for good or bad, for the last six years. If Duo tried to take over now, he'd only end up pushing Heero away.

That night, for the first time in years, he cried himself to sleep.

End Chapter 5

Author's notes: As those of you who read the original know, this chapter marks the beginning of the major re-write. I completely changed this scene, and essentially, Heero's life. I decided that he gave up being a hooker waaaaay to early before. Deciding something like that is a complete lifestyle change, and Heero isn't ready for that. I also changed Duo's reaction to the whole thing. Duo, to me, is the kind of guy who will stick by his friends no matter what. Even if that means letting them make shitty choices. Anyways, enjoy the new chapter! As always, comments and suggestions are welcome.

Zethsaire out!
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